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I Got Reincarnated As A Server NPC In An Otome Game But A Capture Target Won’t Leave Me Alone (Yandere!Diluc Ragnvindr/Reader)

a/n: fasghadsa this is my thank-you fic for @poptartsthings for supporting my fics for the past year!!! thank you for the tips huhuhuhu ;;;—;;; hence, I wrote this diluc fic for *clears throat* "mommy milkers". Enjoy this self-aware yandere otome game!duke diluc ragnvindr!!!

unreliable synopsis: what if you got isekai-d in your favorite otome game and one of the Love Interests found out they aren’t a real person? (or, ya know, whatever the title said lmao)

"Bottoms up, Duke Ragnvindr!"

"No matter how enthusiastic you are, I remain inclined to think that this is a horrible idea, (Y/n)..."

Reluctantly swirling a small amount of fire-water while wearing gloves, the duke saw how the alcohol hardly made a wave. Unsatisfied, he diverted his attention and observed the NPC pour their drink.

"In all honesty, your grape juice is worth more than this, (Y/n)–"

"Shush!" With a flamboyant and dismissive wave, the generic common mob silenced one of the Main Characters. "Don't ruin the mood, now. I had to pull a few strings to get this bad boy right here. It’s such a shame that Mister “Best Boy” Albedo can't come, so we have to make sure I get my money’s worth off of these bottles. It’d be such a waste of francs."

"Wasted like the thousand francs wine you clumsily spilled last year?"

"Don't bring that up again, please."

"Why not?" He chuckled. "If you hadn't, I wouldn't have met you."

"If I hadn't, I would've been drinking with Villager B..." They muttered as they grabbed another glass from the cupboard.

He pretended not to have heard it.

They are both aware that their destinies follow different paths. No matter how hard one of them tries to walk next to the other, this cruel fate will separate them with a penalty that is even more agonizing than the last. All because (Y/n) was a real person, and Diluc was not.

Duke Diluc Ragnvindr is this game’s easiest route: the typical childhood friend who falls for the heroine– Princess Lumine– first. In this genre, he falls into the category of those love interests who are incredibly austere with themselves that they were unable to enjoy the small things in life outside work. Ultimately, he follows the cliche of protecting the heroine from harm until she remembers that they used to play together as children in the palace gardens. Which, in itself, is quite a feat since the duke was not a man many could befriend. Unless you count Chief Justice Ajax as his greatest comrade, then perhaps he could finally add item number 11 to his list of trusted people.

The “Duke of the South” only favored audiences for those he was willing to invest in— after all, he’s famously known for having a “good signature.” It may seem like a compliment for uneducated nouveau rich men, but those with an eye for Gaciean politics knew how much power he has as the head of the Department of Military Affairs. Tales about his on-and-off disputes with the Chief Ajax circled as frequently as Teyvat Time’s popular Paimon-The-Friendly-Fae’s comic strips. Some loved his obsession with national security whilst some were quick to call him a pampered weapon hoarder, but if there’s one thing everyone can agree it’s that they fear the southern duke.

Now, after introducing a political figure with crimson locks of hair and domineering combat prowess, it’s certainly a tough sell to introduce the last person left inside: (Y/n) (L/n).

Unremarkably, they’re merely an NPC from Xiangling’s Seaside Restaurant. They’ve “reincarnated” into this world fumbling about like a newborn until the chef offered a job. Fortunately, they were not completely helpless in the kitchen. They had shown off their managerial skills from their old job since day one. Since then, Xiangling had hoped to train them as the new manager, but (Y/n) preferred to take on some responsibilities gradually. After a few days had passed, they abruptly realized that they were "Server C," an NPC with only a character sprite and a scarcely distinguishable name. The red ribbon-theme outfit from their restaurant was the only thing that distinguished them from the other faceless workers. According to what they can recall, one of their tasks is to give the princess's order of candies while she flees from her overprotective retainer, Dainsleif. It was a tense moment in that common route since all three of the princess’ potential suitors were customers from different ends of the restaurant, which were Dainsleif, Kamisato Ayato, and, of course, Duke Ragnvindr.

… Unable to snap out of their initial shock after recognizing that this was one of the game’s CGs and seeing three attractive men inside the restaurant they work at, (Y/n) accidentally broke the script by spilling the wine on Duke Ragnvindr’s coat.

Since then, (Y/n) had trailed and followed the characters whenever they could for their amusement– often helping their favorite love interest, Albedo, set up the scene so they can view his "CGs" in real life. Due to their apparent lack of stalking skills, they had another off-script encounter with the duke whilst doing so. Instead of heading straight to North Gaciea as he had done in the game, he was delayed seven hours after he weeded (Y/n)’s hair out of the bushes they were hiding in. Their first meeting was horrid, and their second almost went in a similar direction. Almost.

Since (Y/n)’s lies were as visible as their head peeking out of their hiding spot, Diluc had them drink a truth potion to uncover why they were stalking the chief alchemist, however…

… Does the phrase “the truth is stranger than fiction” apply in this case when both the earth and the sky are nothing but lies?

Diluc put on a convincing poker face when they babbled about the game they live in, demonstrating both their objectives and, more critically, their in-game omniscience. Albedo is the only love interest who changes into a feral (and subjectively "hot") monster toward the end of the novel, thus (Y/n) was adamant that he be Princess Lumine's ultimate endgame—but going any further in their explanations would be deemed a "spoiler." Additionally, Albedo’s route could only be unlocked once you finished another character’s route first… and that character happened to be Diluc Ragnvindr himself.

———

“In layman’s terms… We are living in a complex romance novel-esque system, correct? And I am the ‘book’ people often recommend to start the series with first before moving on to the sequel?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“… and I am just a stepping stone for a happier ending? A pawn? A mere puppet for someone chasing a momentary cure for loneliness?”

“Well, it felt real to me when I played your route—”

“Perhaps, but feelings do not change what is real and what isn’t.” Diluc sighed, unsheathing his dagger to break off the ropes that held the server down.

(Y/n) traced their wrists, appreciating now how gentle he had been when he could’ve gone rougher.

“Diluc…”

He bit his lip. It pained him to hear the server call his name as if they knew him.

They spoke as if they were friends the whole time right after they just revealed that his life is a self-fulfilled prophecy of unrequited romance.

And it was insulting.

———

The two have come a long way since then. He lost his faux feelings for Lumine. After gaining self-awareness, Diluc had begun avoiding what occurs in the game’s plot under the NPC’s guidance. To improve Lumine's chances of acquiring Albedo's route, (Y/n) was more than happy to assist him, so they started exchanging chats that ranged from oblique threats to routine discussions only friends could have.

Even so, (Y/n)’s attempts were futile when Albedo revealed to both of them that he knew he’s also just a character since the day he was “created”, and that “I would greatly appreciate it if you stopped attempting to produce an inorganic chemistry between the protagonist and me.”

…The chief alchemist was a smart one for sure and his confrontation had sobered (Y/n) fully. Although Albedo will never be the princess’ endgame nor will he turn into an apocalyptic dragon, (Y/n) had earned his friendship and started treating the rest of the cast as people and not just characters.

Diluc gazed out the window.

It was late into the night and rain was falling. There was not a single domestic sound emanating from nearby homes, which was a wise choice since annoying harpies would have gathered at the sound of human noises. Birds accosted the drying trees and roofs as fog swept through the streets. With the exception of this seaside restaurant, most stores were noticeably closed. The downpour buried the sound of crashing waves just a few meters outside, so no one would have known that this was close to the beach.

"Huh," (Y/n) stared in the same direction. "Didn’t expect it to rain tonight. Guess you can't escape this cheap alcohol-tasting session, huh?"

In the course of his outdoor nightly training, the head of the Department of Military Affairs grew incredibly resilient against mere storms. "I don’t need an umbrella."

"Fair," they laughed, distinctly human compared to the usual polite chuckles he would hear from leeching nobles. "But oh, dear Duke, if you don't need an umbrella then why are you still here? Is it because you wanted to see me– w-wait hold on—I'm kidding— sit down!"

…

They reached for his arm, but try as they might—

their hand only passed through.

The two stiffened.

Diluc’s breath hitched.

That was proof.

Because of this scripted fate, a commoner like them can't even grasp his hand, let alone touch it. Not when the system outright denies the friendship they have.

An NPC like (Y/n) can’t remain friends with a main character like Diluc once they have fulfilled their role in their story.

Diluc was untouchable.

He closed his eyes. Just acknowledging this pains him.

They both sat back down.

Much like how Diluc had pretended not to hear their comment earlier, (Y/n) also pretended that nothing unreal occurred seconds ago.

"S... So, is there anything else you want with that?" They pointed at his glass. "We have a crap ton of limes and cranberry juice! Oh, but I'm not sure if it would taste that good if we mix it, haha."

He could practically hear them force that laughter right out of their throat. Diluc hurriedly swallowed the fire-water they offered him since neither could stand the awkward tension. Diluc cringed.

"Oh, sorry, was it too strong?" Many nobles who detained the duke with platitudes were met with sarcastic comments, but he never hated (Y/n)’s idea of small talk.

"It's fine." He spoke huskily.

"Does it need lime or any add ons–"

"It's fine."

"... Okay."

The silence was painfully awkward... Perhaps Diluc shouldn't have threatened Albedo to sit this one out. He wanted an opportunity to be alone with (Y/n), and this is far from what he had hoped would turn out. Diluc's forehead creased as he held back what could've been a long somber sigh.

"How's work?" He asked.

"Oh, it's been alright."

That doesn't sound promising. This was a trick up his sleeves to snap them back to a cheery mood. Usually, they’d start rambling about their regulars and watch how endearingly entertaining they are. There should’ve been a quip about Itto’s TCG losing streak or how Kunikuzushi and Kazuha were arguing again over where they should place their tent for their next travels. This time, (Y/n) barely uttered a phrase.

They continued, "I don't suppose I could ask you the same, given that most of your work is confidential–"

"The Holy Kingdom’s crown prince visited North Gaciea today."

"Oh?"

Finally, he could see them smile for just a bit. Of course, they’d be interested to hear about Zhongli since he was the poster boy for the game’s sequel. Fortunately for Diluc, (Y/n) never got to play the game.

"That's wonderful! I was waiting for an English Localization of the sequel for soooo long! Was he hot? I bet he’s gorgeous as fu–"

"No."

"No...?"

"I mean." Diluc cleared his throat. It's barely even a shot of fire-water and he's already getting impulsive. "I meant that I cannot discuss the matter further. I am not like Kaeya. This is confidential, like what you had said."

"Ah..." Their eyebrows furrowed "I see…"

Why did they sound so disappointed?

Is (Y/n)… bored of him?

Diluc digressed, "how's Dainsleif?"

"Dain?" Their nose scrunched. "I haven't seen that poor guy for weeks now. He’s probably escorting Princess Lumine to Justice Ajax’s territory like in the game. Why?"

"Kamisato Ayato?"

"Ah, he ordered a crate of Dango milk yesterday," they laughed softly. "I'm amazed at how that man is barely affected by the script. I mean, I guess that’s to be expected when your route can only be unlocked by choosing three unsuspecting dialogue options. I don't think he talked to the protagonist at all these past two years. You’d think Lumine would’ve raised her wits stat high enough to attract his attention, but alas, Lord Ayato’s still lounging around East Gaciea doing Venti-knows-what."

He wasn’t paying attention to their ramblings. All their names sound bitter in Diluc's mouth. Unlike Albedo and Diluc, the rest of the Love Interests are free to interact with them as an extra. Server C had also performed their last scripted interaction with them, hence, (Y/n) can never touch Albedo and Diluc again.

Retainer Dainsleif of the West, Lord Kamisato Ayato of the East, Chief Justice “Childe” Ajax of the North, Chief Alchemist Albedo of Who-Knows-Where, and Duke Diluc Ragnvindr of the South… Princess Lumine certainly had fine options.

The Duke just wished the otome game scriptwriters would’ve let him have his own choice in the matter as well.

(Y/n) rested their elbows down on the table as they gazed into Diluc's distant eyes.

"Why did you ask?"

Diluc frowned, He admits it— (Y/n)’s eyes are nothing to write home about. When compared to an ephemeral beauty like Princess Lumine, their ordinary (e/c) eyes and visage hardly qualify as "distinctive traits." Their vibrant red ribbon is the only thing separating them from the street's grey residents. Yet he can still tell it's them no matter how big the crowd is. No matter how much they look like an “NPC”, to him at least it was a face worth seeing. Even if they mesh into a blob of slime, he can sense their essence through and through.

Although he can now barely make out the features on their face, nothing on this false earth can convince him that he wasn’t talking to the love of his life.

"I..." Diluc loosened his collar, suddenly growing hot at the intensity of their stare. "I simply wished to learn how the two other Love Interests are doing. I’ve had a chat with Ajax, and he still acts like a quote-on-quote “yandere” as you had explained before."

“Is that all?”

Diluc nodded.

"Ah," They shrugged. "Got my hopes up there– I thought there are other “Wasureta: No More” CGs I haven't seen yet."

Diluc smiled and took a drink.

"Ahh..." He exhaled, his eyelids fluttering shut in the process.

"You okay there pal?" They asked. "I know I said we shouldn't let any of this go to waste but you know I can just store them back home right? Oh, you can have some too but I don't think you'd like so–"

"I'll take a bottle."

(Y/n)’s eyes widened.

"Y-You..." They stuttered, "You sure?"

"Yeah," Diluc mumbled, lying to himself. "It tastes okay."

They grinned. The sight makes his decision all the more worth it.

"Haha, great!" They fist-bumped the air "See? Told ya cheap fire-water tastes good!"

Don’t get him wrong, he's not taking one home because of its taste. He's taking one home because it might be the last memento he'll have of (Y/n).

"Hold on, let me get a ribbon." They opened their palms to stop him from leaving. "Can't give the great Duke of the South something that looks barely presentable now would I?"

They left him with a skip in their steps. Diluc smiled.

Now that he's left alone, he silently wondered:

Just how long can he last before he tells the NPC that he wants to ruin their friendship?

———

Along with the sounds of gutted flesh reverberating through the tunnel's dark passageways, a man's hysterical laughter echoed. It was mostly silence in the caves, and there is a strong sense of loneliness upon entering the vicinity. Humans and animals alike would feel as though there is no life inside those walls, but the joyous yet hollow laughter came from the end of the tunnel.

And on the other side, you'll find a red-haired man at his wit's end.

"Tell me..." His words dragged out in a low growl as he grabbed a fistful of the bloody and tattered blonde's greasy hair. The man whimpered from his touch. "Was it fun? Laughing at my misery this entire time? Were you laughing along with them? Lumine, Dainsleif, and all the rest?! Did I put up quite the show there?!"

Crown Prince Aether trembled.

Duke Ragnvindr had everything figured out.

———

“There’s one regret I have now that I’ve isekai-d in this game.”

“What was it?”

“It’s just that,” (Y/n) sighed. “I never really got this game to a 100% completion.”

Diluc raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by their obsession with Wasureta, “and why is that important?”

“Hey! It’s pretty damn important!” (Y/n) grumbled. "Tsk, if only I finished your bad endings… The guides say once you do that, you’ll be able to unlock a secret route.”

“A secret route?”

“Yeah,” they shrugged.

“I’ve read some spoilers from Otomekitten's blog and get this— the last route reveals where Lumine’s brother had been hiding all this time.”

———

The nerves on the back of Diluc's palms were more noticeable as he pulled the poor man closer. Simply put, their faces did not resemble what mankind should look like; rather, they were an animalistic representation of a predator and prey. Hitherto it had disturbed Prince Aether in his rests, but it was too late when he finally acknowledged that something unhinged lay dormant inside the duke.

"P-please..." He coughed. Blood started drooling down the edge of his lips. He assumes that a few of his teeth are likely knocked in, and he can feel his canines prodding inside his throat. "H-have merc–"

With alarming ease, Diluc threw him in the direction of the shelves. The blonde fell and gasped violently when the splintered wood struck his shoulder. The gaping wound on his hips gushed out once more, bleeding onto his carpet and scattered notes. The duke was a monster. He intentionally missed striking his vital organs to prolong his suffering. More blood gushed from his mouth and the prince noisily wheezed out wet coughs.

His Highness has (Y/n) to blame for the hints they gave the duke.

If they hadn't had that conversation, Diluc wouldn’t have figured out that Aether created this “game” world out of grief for his dead sister.

———

“I’ve been alive here for a year or so but I can’t get used to how the harpies in this world look so tame.”

“Hmm? What else were you expecting?”

“Nothing much, it’s just that they look so different in the game’s beta.”

They shrugged. “Fun fact: did you know that “Wasureta: No More” was a fantasy-horror game before the scriptwriters decided to rewrite everything?”

———

"Tsk." Diluc spat and wiped his mouth with his last dirty palm as if there was a major difference. Both are equally soiled with oil and Aether’s blood; it wouldn’t have mattered.

The duke snarled aloud into a burst of savage laughter, "what's wrong, My Creator? Can't even muster up the courage to face your retribution?"

"F-Friend..." Aether called out, hoping to garner sympathy for the Diluc who once looked after both him and his sister at the royal gardens. Hoping to remind him that he was placed number 1 on the list of people the head of Military Affairs had trusted.

"Don't call me that," Diluc's grip on his claymore grew tighter until his knuckles paled.

"Du-Duke..." The blonde looked up. "I can't just... Rewrite this story again..."

"You can," Diluc spoke in a somewhat broken voice. His sanity may be waning, but he cannot deny that Aether was included in the list of the people the duke trusted. "We’re just characters you’ve written. You've done that before. You've done that to Lumine."

"And I r-regretted it!" He sputtered out, accidentally stronger than intended. The blonde scurried to lean against the wall as he feared Diluc would attack him for his offensive tone. "I regretted it. I thought I could revive my sister... I thought that would bring Lumine back into this new world. I thought it would bring her happiness if– if I gave her m-more options–"

"Forced options," Diluc grumbled, rightfully angry at the blonde's interferences. Based on his inference, three of the five suitors wouldn't have been whisked away by Lumine's whims if it weren't for her brother’s influence. And judging by his pained reaction, Diluc would be right.

"But she’s not my real sister.” Aether sobbed. “She never will be— she’s just an image I had of her. And I-I still ended up making this false Lumine more miserable."

"No shit." Diluc snickered with narrow eyes. "You made her miserable—"

The duke just wished he knew where Aether was from the very beginning. He would've had Prince Aether's head before this whole damn game even started.

"And you made me so fucking miserable, Crown Prince," Diluc muttered.

“I just wanted to be with (Y/n).” He breathed in shakily, “is that so much to ask for?”

"P-Please, listen to me." Aether wept. "Ch-Changing someone's fate brings more harm than good!"

THUD.

Aether shook as a claymore thrust through the concrete just a hair beside his ear. He gulped under the towering gaze of those piercing red eyes. They glowered over him, and they were far from pleased. Aether was too terrified to look away as he saw how Diluc's eyes spiraled into the abyss. The air was thick with heat emanating from Diluc’s pyro-abilities. The sound of the metal rang in the prince’s ears like a warning, thus, the strength in his shoulders weakened and his muscles have gone mushed as he cowered down.

Changing fate brings more harm than good? What a joke. By the looks of it, letting fate run its course only puts the prince in greater turmoil.

Maybe Diluc should offer his head to Her Highness. It doesn't matter whether he lived or died, does it not? If she's so desperate to find the missing prince again, it wouldn't even matter what state his casket is in.

"Di–"

Aether couldn’t breathe.

"Don't struggle."

Diluc effortlessly slid the prince's entire body up the wall after grabbing his throat. Aether's feet curled up as he struggled to steal a breath. He tried to kick and claw Diluc's arms away, but the man stood his ground. Ruby eyes continued to pursue him with an icy rage that Aether was all too familiar with.

The fact that they both placed a lot of faith in one another was a mistake.

Aether's eyes started to tear up involuntarily. Diluc spoke those words as if they weren't threatening remarks, but a merciful command. Yet it doesn't change the fact that he intended to assassinate the prince with his bare hands. Aether began balling up his fists and striking him, but it was ineffective.

"..."

Diluc coldly watched his stomach bleed out like a student dissecting a frog.

Aether's vision clouded. As he flailed his limbs like a wild animal, dark blotches started to appear in his line of sight. His fingers are unwittingly clawing at everything as the adrenaline starts to kick in. Aether never wished to harm a soul, but at that moment he was aiming for Diluc's eyes.

His survival instincts kicked in.

He can't die.

Not like this.

"Si–..."

Lumine. Sister.

Aether needed to apologize to his sister.

He still hoped to say sorry— sorry for leaving her to run a kingdom alone— sorry for not being able to save her in the original timeline—

sorry for resetting and rewriting the game just to see her alive and happy again.

Aether had so much unfinished business piled up. So many discoveries he has yet to pen down. He can't die here. He mustn’t.

He grabbed something. A fleeting crimson near his assailant's collarbone.

Was it Diluc's hair?

He pulled harder. All his strength was wasted on that sliver of red hope. Anything that would get his assailant to stop.

And Diluc did. His grip on Aether's throat loosened as the prince fell back on the floor. Aether wheezed, his vision slowly returning to him. His bated breathing echoed inside the room as his eyesight returned to him. When the prince's eyes finally focused sharply, he saw silk.

This wasn't Diluc's hair, it was–

"(Y/n)’s ribbon."

Diluc used the very same ribbon (Y/n) to decorate a bottle of fire-water with to tie up his hair.

Aether shivered.

"It seems like you wanted to choose your death."

Oh fuck, oh fuck.

Aether looked up. He shouldn't have looked up.

Duke Diluc Ragnvindr's face was red with a grin uncannily reaching his ears to a degree that shouldn't be possible. His expression was akin to a lovesick young adult twisted to its extremities. He appeared to look excited. To think that he burns up by just a mention of this person’s name makes Aether sick to his stomach.

"Allow me to heed your last wish, Your Highness."

The prince felt his whole body tense up as Diluc wrapped the ribbon around his neck.

Diluc did not give him any more room to breathe as if his body was moving automatically.

This wasn’t Diluc Ragnvindr anymore.

His eyes were empty.

This was a man possessed.

"Ch...de..." Aether forced out his last words as the ribbon quickly wrung around him.

"S..ve... my... s....ter"

———

Diluc only pulled out of his trance after he started washing the blood off his hands. Elzer subsequently informed him that the duke had entered the manor bloodied and unkempt with no recollection of how he got there and that he had strolled carelessly to the restroom like a corpse. There was a commotion across the entire Ragnvindr manor and rumors that he had lost an unpleasant duel quickly circulated. Better that than the truth, he supposed. Even his memory of what transpired in Aether's basement is hazy. Diluc only had their red ribbon and the idea of winning in his mind. He refused to let things continue as they are.

It wasn't until he started drying himself with a towel that he realized that the crown prince perished by his hands.

To think that Diluc used to be so terrified of offending royalties– of accidentally slipping a lese-majeste out of his lips– but now he let a royal's soul slip out of his wrists.

It's invigorating.

Diluc not only tied his fate with theirs, but he successfully managed to cut their ties with those disgusting vermin they call their “regulars.” They can't have them anymore, and they won't even intend to reach out. No one remembers who Server C is. They are now alone together with him. He’s the only person they can depend on. Diluc's breathing heaved lower. Just thinking about their inevitable dependence excites him.

He quietly closed the door behind him.

"Good evening, Server C." He smiled. "Or, should I say, my beloved?"

Just the two of them.

They won't look at anyone else. They can't. The whole world will now feel what he felt when he was unable to touch (Y/n). Only HE has the privilege to hold them now.

It's just the two of them in this world left. After all, there is no statute of limitations once you learn how to play Creator.

Diluc Ragnvindr had successfully rewritten this game’s script.

He no longer carries any in-game responsibilities, much like how there is no Lord Kamisato, Justice Ajax, Retainer Dainsleif, and Chief Albedo that exists in this “script.rpy” file.

It’s just him and his beloved server, alone.

Diluc wiped his mouth. He's practically dro– no, his mouth is literally watering at the thought. Diluc's heart is pounding, almost threatening to break free from his ribs.

"I’m all you have now, (Y/n)." Diluc's gaze softens. "Isn't that wonderful?"

His hands reluctantly traveled under their blanket where their hands should be, scared that when he reaches out, he'll feel nothing there.

He felt their warmth.

Diluc grinned tearfully. He can finally touch them again. He felt their fingers crossed miraculously against his own.

"You’re so warm..."

He gently rubbed their calloused hand against his cheek.

No matter how overworked or ragged these hands were from washing the dishes, for him, they were silk to touch. So soft. So vulnerable.

Diluc swallowed his saliva with great difficulty. God. They’re so vulnerable right now. So peaceful. So fragile. His breathing increased in volume. He could just take them right here–

His bottom lip started to bleed. He was doing everything in his power not to cave in but his throat was starting to get parched. He breathed in deeply.

Not now. Please, not right now. Not when they probably don’t remember who he is.

Diluc wanted to see the look on their face as he finally kisses them. What expressions will they make? It's not fair to both of them to steal such a moment when they’re asleep. That's not what he had been waiting for. Not what he's been craving.

"My beloved, you're a beauty from afar, but you're even more flawless in my arms," Diluc muttered over their ear.

"And I'll do everything in my power to let it stay that way. Fate and the entire world be damned."

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A/n: want to read more of this in a visual novel form? It's here :)

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shenanigans-and-imagines · 6 months

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Curious, do your Tav ideas work with dark urge too? Also cuddles! Have any cuddling head canons you’d like to share? :)

I honestly haven't seen enough dark urge playthroughs to say for certain. If anybody has a dark urge Astarion romance compilation they want to recommend me I'll take a look.

I will say I think Ace!Tav would be a very reluctant durge. I can't imagine them enjoying the violence and actively fight it at every chance, at least in how I characterize them in my brain.

As for cuddles, stand back, I'm about to ramble.

Let's be up front about this, both Astarion and Ace!Tav are touch starved as fuck

Astarion might have had a string of lovers, but we all saw what he looks like when he first got a hug; man doesn't know what to do with his hands, he hasn't been properly cuddled in centuries

Meanwhile Ace!Tav has more or less trained themselves to hold back on touching other people

When hugs and cuddles are tied to romantic connection, and romance is tied to sex, it's hard to get cuddles without something more being asked for

They had more than one relationship where they said yes to sex because what they really wanted was the cuddles after; it's a mess

So when Astarion and Ace!Tav finally get the whole truth out in the open about how they care for one another and that neither of them are particularly interest in sex, a whole new world opens up

It's slow going at first, neither are entirely certain what the rules are

Ace!Tav starts first, a brush of the hand here and head on the shoulder there

Slowly Astarion starts to reciprocate, squeezing their fingers and pulling them closer

One night they stay out late talking; not about anything in particular, just to enjoy each other's company and pass the time

Ace!Tav starts to get tired and says they need to go to bed...and, if Astarion wants to join them, he can, if he wants

Astarion just nods, any thought of words escaping him as Ace!Tav leads him to their tent

It's a bit awkward at first; Astarion is unfamiliar with this and honestly annoyed with himself that he's so clueless, his only consolation is that Ace!Tav seems just as unsure as him

Eventually they lay down facing each other, with Ace!Tav asking him if this was alright

He then takes the initiative, pulling them closer so his arms can wrap properly around them; he can feel their heart beat against his chest, echoing inside him like a memory

It's only then does he relax, knowing for certain that this really is all either of them want

After that, they hardly spend a night apart

Astarion may not need to sleep, but that's not going to stop him from cuddling with Ace!Tav until they do

They switch big spoon and little spoon

Some times Astarion wants to drift off to the sound of their heart in his ear and sometimes he wants to wrap them in his arms, knowing he's trust enough to keep them safe

In all honesty, Ace!Tav prefers to be the little spoon, but they can't deny there is something satisfying in being the big spoon now and again

Both of them had fallen victim to the cat in the lap rule; if one of them in laying on top of the other, they can't move for anything, no excuses

This starts to slowly extend to outside the tent as well

In actuality Ace!Tav is a very physically affectionate person, and Astarion is more than willing to indulge them

What better way to announce to the world, "this person is mine and I am theirs"

Hand holding, hand kisses, and playful nudges abound

It takes a lot of patience and communication to get to the point, but Gods does it feel right when they do

#astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x ace!tav #astarion x reader #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion headcanons #astarion ancunin #asexual!tav #asexual!reader #bard!tav #astarion x evie

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fandomfreakstudios · 22 days

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Caine is a human and I will die on this hill (theory)

due to popular demand (losing the poll) I wanna post my Caine theory in proper depth.

My theory is essentially the idea that Caine is not an AI but is in fact a human trapped in the digital circus just as much as all the other players.

Sounds ridiculous, right?

good.

[LONG post incoming, be warned]

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To start, we need to understand the digital circus and its origins.

a place like the digital circus is very likely to be man-made as a place, a game, a computer program, whatever. This place did not appear out of nowhere. It is accessed through VR or some VR-esque technology, and takes on the appearance of a retro game (evidence given below)

Now, video games (unfortunately) don’t just code themselves, there has to be at the very least one person creating this game. Fortunately enough, we can deduce the name of the company from what is given within the show.

It is very common knowledge at this point that digital circus takes place within a computer in some sort of office building (as is implied by the ending scene in episode 1)

This computer is also seen at another point... namely when Pomni is running through the backrooms-like offices. She once again comes across this computer.

Now this implies that this area is at least SOMEWHAT a reflection of the real world, so analyzing this location isn't inherently pointless. Now one other interesting part of this office area is the logo on the wall, which reads "C & A" which people have unanimously agreed to mean Caine and Abel

The important thing about this is that Caine as a concept is somehow connected to the person who created this game, through the founder choosing to name Caine after the company, or vice versa. Now you could easily argue that the company was named after Caine, or Caine acts as a self insert for the creator, but I am here to argue that maybe Caine IS the creator.

More specifically, Caine is an original creator of the game (not necessarily the sole creator) aka the amazing digital circus, and in testing an incomplete game managed to get himself trapped, as does any other player who chooses to attempt to play.

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Looking back at episode 1 there is something interesting for us to think about. Caine attempting to create an exit door, but being unable to figure out what to put on the other side.

Now this could very easily be interpreted as Caine being unable, as an AI who's only knowledge is of what's within the game, to imagine anything outside of it, and therefore fumbling the task. This is a reasonable interpretation, this was MY first interpretation, and it honestly adds so much horror to the episode on a first watch through.

But in all honesty that still leaves a lot unexplained.

The question still remains why Caine, as a struggling AI, would choose to create something like what he did. From his perspective he has never seen anything as dreary as these office buildings, nor does this space make any semblance of sense as Caine's environments tend to do. It seems less like something a well-polished AI would create, and more like what a human would come up with when trying to create something from a distant memory.

That's something incredibly important to keep in mind going forward. If Caine is in fact human, he would have been trapped in the digital circus for a LONG time, with it becoming increasingly difficult to recall his human memories (something it is confirmed humans trapped in the circus can recall). at the very least, longer then Kinger, who is clearly very mentally effected by his time at the circus.

Caine would likely also be showing some level of insanity or mental instability if he had been trapped with no escape for this long (and yes I do believe that he also cannot leave, and I have some evidence later down the line that will explain this perspective), and he hasn't been seen to do this at all, right? Well, I think he is, but it manifests a little differently then Kinger, or anyone else for that matter. Keep this in mind as we go forward.

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Caine's purpose within the circus is fairly straightforward. He is the ringmaster, he creates daily adventures akin to ttrpg oneshots, and he exists to essentially guide the player through this video game world.

Now in the event that Caine was a human who was pulled into the game, why would he need to fill this role? Even as a dev he should still be playtesting as, well, a player. I believe that at the time of the dev's entrapment, the ringmaster AI had not been programmed into the game.

Y'see the Caine we know is a MAJOR perfectionist. He neeeever likes anyone seeing his unfinished work, kinda odd for an AI within a game to be embarrassed about. Yeah, he's a generative AI that creates locations, but creating something in multiple steps is something an AI cannot do. Furthermore, an AI should not feel "embarrassed" about it's work, AI by virtue is always 100% convinced what it generates is perfect, or else it wouldn't have generated it like that.

Also, if we're working under the assumption that the backrooms-esque offices were just an AI hallucination or bad generation, why would Caine KNOW it's not what his players are looking for? For a dev however, this makes sense.

Caine also has a lot of other actions that, as an AI require a bit if suspension of disbelief, but make tons more sense if he's actually a human, and furthermore a dev.

As mentioned, perfectionism, not wanting people to see incomplete or unpolished areas of the game

Realistic depictions of emotions (frustration, embarrassment, confusion)

Annoyance at Bubble for being a sucky AI (her swearing, interrupting him, inhuman and unrealistic speaking patterns and behaviors)

the need to "Reuse AI" which, if the characters are all AI created by other AI would be unnecessary because AI generating would take Caine no effort. Nor should a generative AI ever run out of ideas.

As mentioned, perfectionism, not wanting people to see incomplete or unpolished areas of the game

Realistic depictions of emotions (frustration, embarrassment, confusion)

Annoyance at Bubble for being a sucky AI (her swearing, interrupting him, inhuman and unrealistic speaking patterns and behaviors)

the need to "Reuse AI" which, if the characters are all AI created by other AI would be unnecessary because AI generating would take Caine no effort. Nor should a generative AI ever run out of ideas.

I wanna highlight that, while this is a joke post, I am enjoying the implication that Caine has a name (something only a human would have)

(top right is a particularly interesting example of him just acting super human and "dropping the act" so to speak. Getting distracted, stuttering, losing track of the conversation, all that. And bottom right is similar as he is nervously fidgeting).

Caine has all the fixings of a human dev, trapped in his now incomplete game. A game that had not had it's "ringmaster" character implemented at this point in development, likely with nothing more then some competed (albeit unpolished) locations for the game.

The idea Caine is actually a dev as opposed to an AI is further supported by Caine's ability to create and alter things from within the game. Creating areas without human prompt, deleting characters, he seems to have a level of autonomy and intelligence that no AI should EVER have.

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Furthermore, the man ACTS human, a weird ass human, but a human nonetheless. He's responsive, emotive, emotional, and he's not nearly as glitchy as the other AI. He never slips up and activates some sort of internal filter like bubble, or insists on weird mannerisms like the moon or the sun, he seems to just KNOW better somehow.

He acts like the more "immersive AI" from ep2 if anything, which he's clearly been around longer than. Someone needed to program that AI, and based on previous patterns is implied to be Caine. Once again, way out of his job description as another AI (plus how would this AI be MORE realistic if it was learning from another, older AI).

Not to mention the fact he's ALWAYS around somewhere, whether he's in his own realm he made, or just chilling around the circus (unlike bubble for example, who comes and goes at Caine's will).

It's clear he does this for his own comfort, but WHY would he be programmed to do that as opposed to only existing when necessary to prioritize memory or something.

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But one would be right to say he's slightly... off. He is a strange one, if he was a human. He's erratic, unpredictable, and often manic at times. This goes back to the point I made with Kinger, where I claimed Caine should also be exhibiting signs of mental illness

Under the assumption that Caine, in the act of playtesting the game, got trapped, a handful of things would happen (the finer details are negotiable, this is just my knee-jerk reaction):

He'd realize what happened and that he can't get out

He likely felt as though he was in his own personal hell, as he was trapped in a scuffed, incomplete skeleton of his own passion project

He likely found some sort of way to alter stuff, a backdoor that only he as the creator knew about, or some sort of privilege in being the first to enter the realm

He got his first or first few players. This was probably alarming to him as there was no ringmaster, no worlds, nothing. All the AI he had created thus far had been poorly made and could not function which such a difficult task. But then he realized... HE could be the ringmaster

This is probably around the time as well that he realized he could not remember his own name. But he remembered what he wanted to call the ringmaster... Caine

He takes on the identity of Caine, acting as ringmaster, polishing the game behind the scenes, and creating daily activities on an "as needed" basis

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Now this is where it gets interesting. I believe, at this point, Caine has taken on the identity of this AI generated ringmaster for so long that he's beginning to lose himself. He's beginning to lose memories of his life, he's becoming more detached from the side of himself that ISN'T Caine, and he's starting to catch himself believing he IS Caine, he IS an AI.... and he's scared

He's completely lost the ability to create any meaningful connections with others, as he needs to keep up the illusion of being an AI. He's lost his humanity, become detached from the way other humans think and feel, and its starting to make him become more AI then human if anything.

(left image does not crop nice, plz click to view the whole thing TvT)

He's probably seen at least a dozen people lose their mind in so many different ways. While he knows he's different then them, TECHNICALLY he's still a player, and can abstract all the same. This is why he seemed to freak the HELL out at the idea of an AI and a human getting mixed up.

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One last bit, and it's a simple one I promise. Caine has been described as the main antagonist outside of the show. This is interesting as up until now Caine hasn't done anything actively malicious (aside from Gummigoo, but he seemed to have solid reasoning for that, just not anything he chose to share with the audience).

[does ANYONE have the "weight of Caine's sins?" tumblr ask I am having no luck finding it again]

At this point, this would be shooting the messenger. He is simply a byproduct of the system that is keeping these folks trapped, right? Caine himself didn't put them there, he just takes care of them.

Unless... Caine was the one who made the AI. Then he would inarguably be the reason everyone else was trapped there. And goose is right, that wouldn't make him an AWFUL person either, but he does still have many sins weighing on his back, and many deaths on his hands. And there's nothing he can do about any of it, because he's just as helpless as they are.

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So yeah, TLDR: Caine was the creator of the circus. In attempting to playtest he got trapped in the game and eventually took the initiative to play the ringmaster within his own game, but he is slowly beginning to lose his mind, as happens to everyone.

Hope you all enjoyed the read! If anyone's still interested at this point I have a few more small bits of evidence (more from outside the show on Goose's socials and whatnot) which I could not fit in the bulk of the theory. I'll reblog with some extra bits so this post is still complete but I don't break the flow of my main ideas.

And if you get this far, thank you so much. I don't typically post long form theories like this but if this gets any sort of traction I definitely will begin too.

#tadc #the amazing digital circus #tadc caine #tadc theory #the amazing digital circus caine #the amazing digital circus theory #long post #long reads #theory #guys im so fucking sorry this is so long I had a IDEA #blorbo #new blorbo alert

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 7 months

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Carpe Noctem 21

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, gaslighting, manipulation, violence, blood, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (short!reader)

Note: Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

As you come home, the house is seemingly empty. You sneak up to the guest room and tuck your bag beside the bed, your apron buried inside. After a long day of steaming milk and trying to perfect your latte art, you don’t have the energy to reveal the truth. It’s better he doesn’t know. He’d agree, he probably doesn’t even care.

That’s your real problem. You just need to accept that other people don’t care as much as you. That’s not a flaw in you, it just means you need to adjust your expectations. Or maybe just see things for what they are. Honesty would save you a lot of disappointment.

You go downstairs and lazily pluck out ingredients from the pantry and fridge. You always found cooking relaxing. A clear goal with small steps. Not to mention, the kitchen is much bigger than your boxy apartment. You’ll enjoy the luxury while you can.

You fill the pot and the aromas mingle fragrantly, tugging at your stomach. Even after tasting nearly every dessert in the cafe, you’re starving. You stir the mixture and open the bag of tortilla chips nestled away in the cupboard.

“Don’t eat those all,” Lloyd startles you.

You look at him over your shoulder, “won’t. They’re just to go with the soup.”

“Soup?” He glances at the stove and you pull down two bowls.

“Tortilla soup. My specialty.”

“Really? I was just going to order from The Duke.”

“That’s expensive,” you say, “there’ll be lots of leftovers so–”

“Leftovers?”

“Save some money–”

“Not really something I’m worried about, baby cakes,” he crosses the kitchen and sniffs emphatically at the stove, “tomato-ey.”

“Well, if you don’t like it, I can freeze it. I’ll take it for lunch–”

“Why are you doing this?” He asks abruptly.

“Why am I… cooking?”

“Yes.”

“Well, because we need to eat,” you say as if it’s obvious.

“We? You’re… not my mother. Or wife.”

“Clearly,” you agree. “I’ll replace the ingredients. Sorry, I just thought… maybe a nice gesture since I’m staying here.”

“Nice gesture. I got a few of those in mind but they don’t include a hot stove.”

You glance over at him. Right, yeah, you’re a body to him, not anything else. You realise now, it was the same with Johnny. You were just a thing to him. You cleaned up, you cooked, but he never really looked after you.

“The soup won’t take long,” you assure him.

He takes a breath and sighs, drawing close, looming over you as you take out the cheese shredder. He watches as you unwrap the cheese and grate it. You don’t know what else to do but keep going. You feel like you’ve crossed some line you can’t see.

“I just want us to be clear,” he taps his fingers on the counter, “this isn’t… serious. Us, I mean. There’s no us. Not outside the bedroom. Got it?”

You frown, “I know that. I’m not stupid. And I certainly am not interested in that.”

He’s quiet as he drags his hand off the counter. He exhales, “good to know. We understand each other.”

“We do,” you nod.

You wrap up the unused cheese. As you do, he reaches to steal a pinch of the shredded cheese. You instinctively swat his hand away and he recoils.

“Eh,” he shoves the cheese in his mouth.

“You didn’t wash your hands,” you accuse him.

“You’ve had worse than my hands near your mouth–”

“Jeez,” you huff, “you’re going to make a mess.”

You move the plate of cheese across the counter and tidy up the few stray pieces across the counter. You toss them in the pin and take a cloth to wipe down the marble. He lurks, pacing around the kitchen.

“I’ll have extra chips with mine,” he nears the door, pausing as you sense him watching you but don’t look. “I’ll figure out dessert, baby face.”

🍷

The next day you don’t bother making yourself coffee. You’ll have more than your share at the cafe. You dress and leave at the usual time, parking a block away from the shop and walking the rest of the way.

As you approach, you see Cole ahead of you. He unlocks the front door and glances over with a smile. He waves as he tugs with his other hand. He turns his attention back to the door and struggles to dislodge the keys.

You come close and watch him wiggle and jiggle the key ring.

“Dang thing gets stuck every day,” he shakes his head.

“Can I try?” You offer.

“Sure,” he steps back,throwing his hands up in exasperation, “not as strong as I look, I guess.”

You don’t comment. He’s tall and even under his corduroy jacket, you can tell he’s in good shape. You grab the end of the key and give it a small wiggle, sliding it out easily. Not much force, just a bit of finesse.

“You don’t have to be strong,” you offer him the keys, “just have to coax it a little.”

“Thanks,” he takes the keys, his fingers brushing yours, “you’re a godsend. I swear. I think… call me crazy, but last night I was telling my ma that you were sent to us for a reason.”

“You did?” You ask as he reaches around you to open the door, waving you in ahead of him.

You enter and he follows, pulling the door shut to lock from the inside.

“Oh, yeah, I mean, I’ve been interviewing like crazy. Most of the staff lasts a day and gives up but I can tell… you’re committed,” his sleeve touches yours as he passes, putting his passenger bag on the countertop as he stretches and looks around, “well, you want a coffee before we go through opening?”

“I’d love that but I can wait if–”

“Nah, we got plenty of time,” he interjects, “besides, that’s one of the steps. We do a batch medium and dark roast before opening so we’re ready to serve when doors open.”

“Oh, makes sense,” you peer around and set to taking the chairs down of the tables and set them right.

“I’ll get those,” he insists, “please. Lady’s shouldn’t be doing all that.”

You hesitate as you place another chair on its legs. You glance over at him as moves behind the counter. The comment isn’t exactly HR friendly but you don’t think he means anything. He’s just the type who likes to wear shining armor.

“I don’t mind.”

“I do,” he insists as he approaches the till, “come on. Let’s make the coffee.”

You step away from the tables. He is your boss. You go around the counter into the narrow space behind it. You forgot how cramped it is here.

“You wanna put your stuff in my office?” He asks as he prods the bag slung from your shoulder, “I’ll get this warmed up.”

“Oh, I guess…”

Here, the brass key,” he hands over the keyring, “you can leave those on the desk.”

“Right.”

You take the keys and go through the kitchen and turn into the small hallway between that and the storage room. You go to the office door with the peeling paint and the worn side that reads management. This place needs a lot of work.

You let yourself into the office and set the keys on the corner of the desk. You put your coat and bag in the chair against the wall, eyeing the picture of a younger Cole and who you assume are his parents. The backdrop is grassy and bright. He’s smiling that same sunshiny smile. You wonder how he’s held onto that.

You close the door behind you as you head back. You can hear him humming as you come down the hallway. Is that Frankie Valli?

#lloyd hansen #dark lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #cole turner #the club #au #drabble #series #carpe noctem #the gray man #ghosted

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constesplanetarium · 8 months

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☼⚠︎ Marcus (Yandere! Bartender) x Reader Canons

his small "fic" is down below :)

Right here! Take a look please :)

if ur new here. i suggest reading the oneshot ver. of him to understand the story a bit better. totally not necessary though!!!

Right here!

the story may not fully collide, but its fine :) treat this as the new canon, if you will

✧─── ･｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

CONTENT WARNINGS!!!

Mentions of stalking.

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Both of you knew each other for a long time, but had never sat together to just sit and talk.

You were always busy with other things, including your ever-possessive best friend.

It wasn’t until college that you two had a class together, and decided to team up on a project together, since neither of you knew anyone else.

He hadn’t thought you were anyone special at first. Just someone riding off the work he was doing for the project.

That was the first time. Nothing special.

Then it happened again, later in the semester.

And again.

On the fourth time, he had known you for a little bit of time now, and he thought you were really nice!

He thought you were really, REALLY cute, but of course he wasn’t going to tell you that.

You both talked here and there, but it wasn't anything too crazy.

It wasn’t until you had to demand him to let you do some of the work, that he took an interest in you. Everyone just lets him do all the work, so why did you insist that you do some as well?

In all honesty, you just felt bad, and wanted to do your part. He had gotten you an A on all 3 projects in the past, after all. But he felt like there was something more. You were so sweet, and kind.

Oh wow…

As you turn back to your computer, typing away endlessly, he clenches his fist and looks away, strangely excited.

There was something there after that. Something special.

But he still had to know more.

He started watching you, even when he didn't realize he was doing it himself.

He even started following you to places where you would be, watching you in your "natural environment", as he called it.

Only then, did he get to know how much of a wonderful person you are, both inside and out.

He was hooked in an instant.

It didn’t take long for him to find out your hobbies, where you live, and every part of you, down to the last-minute detail.

Countless nights he was up thinking about you, thinking about how it could be to at least touch you, even once would be enough.

He even started taking your things to keep. His own little collection of you. Pens and pencils you’ve touched, old tests that you did that he stole from the teacher's desk, cups you’ve drank out of…

He had stalked you for months, so he even knew about your annoying best friend, and his habits too.

He couldn’t believe you hung around someone like that. He was so…

Fucking disgusting.

But he was just a small obstacle, really.

Imagine his excitement when you went into the bar that day? You didn’t notice, but his hands were trembling when he saw you outside the window.

He had to take his chance. He wanted you to know him so bad…

Keeping you in the bar after they had already closed was such a good idea, so you two could get to know each other more, one one-on-one.

He made you drink after drink in an attempt to please you, and he was so happy you liked all of it.

After he had dropped you off, he was so happy to have another piece of you. Sort of.

Two cherry stems and pits, that he took from your delicious shirley temples.

He couldn’t wait to get more. So much more of you.

What a dream come true...

ngl i dont like how this turned out but WHATEVER!!!

#yandere #yandere x reader #male yandere #x gn reader #canon #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #male oc x reader #male oc #drabble

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sundaybossanova · 3 months

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Witch's Love Chapter 2

Paring: San x OC

AU: Fantasy

Word count: 1,5k

Summery: It was a normal day for Sera, brewing potions, visiting the market and trying not to blow her cover but a sudden uninvited guest changes everything. Lying on her doorstep is a young man on the brink of death and she has no idea what she's gotten into after saving his life.

The sun has nearly completely risen and shines brightly on the two occupants of the house. Silence filled the room, occasionally interrupted by the sound of cutlery and quiet humming. San felt like he hadn't eaten in forever and devoured his food in record time while Sera tried to hide her amusement. “Do you want more?” a small smile graced her lips while standing up and taking his plate without waiting for a response. She returned quickly with a now full plate and placed it in front of an astonished San. “Thank you so much, I really don't know how to repay you for everything that you've done for me” he said, his eyes showing nothing but gratitude while he held her gace. Overwhelmed by the honesty in his words she diverted her eyes and busied herself with cleaning the table. Never had someone looked at her so thankful without being scared, the villagers would say their words of gratitude but often with no true meaning behind them. Most of her life she lived alone and only had short contact with others therefore the presence of San felt so overwhelming. Also she had to admit that he was quite handsome , from his chiseled jaw line to his cat like eyes, never had she come across somebody as attractive as him. Shaking her head she tried to get rid of these thoughts not wanting to get distracted even more as she already was.

“I have to finish some potions today, you should go back to bed and rest more for your wounds to heal” Sera didn't want to waste any more time, still having orders to finish as well as making a new ointment for her surprise guest. San looked lost. “I am not tired and I feel much better, can't I help you somehow?” He tried to convince her with a pouty lip and puppy eyes which in the end worked. “Okay, sit down and read me the ingredients” with her mind already elsewhere she pointed at an old chair in her little workspace and shoved a book in his hands.

Rummaging through drawers and shelves she searched for all her tools “What is the first ingredient, the page is marked with a dried flower” Sans fingers quickly flicked through the book searching for the said page. “Found it, the first thing you need are rosemary seeds” he recites the rest of the list with her working quickly on finding the right things. Both of them fall into a comfortable rhythm as they work together. Time flies by and the witch has finished her potion with the occasional questions from San about what exactly she is doing and what effects the different ingredients have. It was nice having someone being interested in your work, showing genuine curiosity about the process and being open to just listening to her ranting on about something she cares so deeply about.

“I’m sorry for taking so long, I will cook lunch right away” after a quick glance outside she corrected sheepishly “well I guess it's dinner instead”. Hurriedly she rushed into the kitchen already getting immersed in her work. San just smiled, the feeling of belonging reappearing making him shake his head a little. Reminding himself to not get used to these feelings he follows her into the kitchen like a lost puppy. “Where is your pet, I haven't seen him since this morning?" It was his way of starting a new conversation and getting to know her better. “Oh Bram is probably out in the woods or the village he won't be gone for too long. He will probably return by tomorrow. It's a way for him to relax but also find new customers and information” her answer was kept short as she cut their dinner ingredients carefully.

Yet again both of them fell into a rhythm with each of them working simultaneously. The comforting silence was only broken when San asked her a question about the whereabouts of certain things that he needed to set the table. At dinner Sera asked about his brothers, wanting to know more about life with a group of people instead of solitude. “Wait so Wooyoung tried to take the ring off of the sleeping king's hand? What if he would have woken?" her voice got higher at the end not being able to contain her shock and disbelief at the young man's actions. “He doesn't care about that, he's way too reckless most of the time but the ring was worth a fortune and we could feed a village nearby for nearly half a year with it.” his smile grew with each word and memory that he shared and it was contagious to say the least. Sera was jealous of his connection and relationship to others, she never knew she craved for something like this until San showed her how life could be.

Hours passed with more stories of the brothers and their adventures yet Sera’s curiosity wasn't satisfied. With each question she dived deeper into the lives of Sans family that she wished was her own. Each time he would ask her questions about her own family or past yet her responses would be short and simple, to her there wasn't anything worth telling.

“If you want I can prepare a bath for you, it would be good to clean yourself a little, tomorrow you should be able to go home.” San couldn't help but feel a bit of disappointment; he didn't want to leave, enjoying their conversations, her calming presence and the feeling of belonging that he only gets when being with his brothers.

Sera might have seen San shirtless before but it was under completely different circumstances, before he was hurt and she needed to act fast to help but right now she can't help but stare at his back. His shoulders were broad, all the muscles defined and his bronze skin only highlighted them more. “Is the wound looking better?” his voice brought her out of her thoughts, not realizing how long she has been ogling at his back. “Oh yes it looks way better, I’ll leave you to your bath, just call if you need anything.” she tried to contain the nerves not wanting to show how much his half naked presence affected her. Before she could leave the little bathroom San turned around, his chest and abs on full display, smiling at her. “Thank you again, I will try to finish quickly” Her face turned red, the tip of her ears burning as she turned around trying to calm her racing heart. “No problem, but I should really leave now, get in before it gets cold and take as long as you like” her words were rushed as she hurried outside. San on the other hand was grinning to himself satisfied with the effect he has on her.

By the time the next morning arrived Sera had calmed down, forcing the image of the half naked boy out of her brain. She prepared breakfast for the two of them and packed an extra portion with some fruits into a bag for his journey back. Sadness was creeping up on her, the thought of San leaving not feeling right. Still the young witch tried to move on and went up the stairs to wake her guest.

“Wake up sleepyhead, breakfast is finished!” she was knocking lightly on the door but to her surprise it opened right away with a smirking San on the other side. “Sounds great I am starving” and with that both of them went downstairs to share their last breakfast together.

“I packed some fruits, I hope you like them if not it's okay just give them to someone else or throw them away” the girl was fiddling with her fingers continuing her rant “Also there is the ointment I used for your wounds in there, get one of your brothers to apply it twice a day for your wounds to heal as quickly as possible.” Her mind was racing, trying to think of everything she wanted to tell him and subconsciously extending their time together.

San sensed her nervousness and put one of his strong hands on her shoulder. “Thank you” these two words made her stop rambling and finally look at him. Sera’s eyes were fixed on his chocolate brown ones that felt like they held the world in them. “I don't know how to repay you for your kindness. I will forever be in your debt.” His voice full of sincerity and the smile on his lips made her feel small butterflies in her stomach.

“It's nothing, just promise me to take care of yourself and don't get yourself hurt like this ever again” the girl's words were stern, yet her eyes showed how much she cared for him. “I will try but I can't promise anything my little witch.” and with one last smile he started walking into the woods, leaving the comfort of the little cottage.

“San wait!” she shouted before thinking about her words. His body turned around quicker than she had expected, eyes filled with curiosity. “Will I see you again?” the question sounded unsure, she feared he doesn't want to see her again. “Of course, you won't get rid of me that easily” His eyes formed into crescent moons, smiling from ear to ear as he waved one last time and went on his way. Unbeknownst to the other, both of their ears were turning red unable to contain the overwhelming feelings.

For the rest of the day Sera tried to keep herself distracted by brewing a new potion as well as cleaning her home until no dust or dirt were to be found. The evening came faster than she had expected and yet her thoughts only circled around San and his safety. “I hope he is home already, or maybe he found a shelter for the night. Did I let him go too early? Oh god what if his wounds open up again?” her mind was racing with all these questions.

The young witch was too distracted to notice the front door opening only when she heard a loud thud did she lift her head. “Bram, is that you? I think I made a mistake. I shouldn't have let him - she couldn't even finish her sentence before a clothed hand covered her mouth. With all her strength she tried to escape but the stranger held her body against his and slowly she could feel her eyes feeling heavy. “Sleep tight you little bitch” were the last words she heard before her eyes shut and her world became dark.

🖤 here's chapter two with a little cliffhanger 🖤

border by @cafekitsune

#ateez #ateez au #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #ateez imagines #ateez fantasy au #san x oc #san choi #ateez san

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legen-wait-for-it-drarry · 1 year

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second date

February 1st prompt for @hdcandyheartsfest: second date

(for my lovely, oblivious wife, who, at the end of our first date, still didn’t know whether I liked her or not. even after I kissed her.)

- : -

Decades of friendship be damned, he was going to murder Hermione for this.

“You need to get back out there, Harry,” she’d said, matter-of-factly, and then, before Harry could respond, she had conjured up charts - from behind the couch, not magically - and she was using her ‘called-on-in-class’ voice. Only this time the subject was his love life.

Still, the nostalgia had hit him the same way it did when he’d occasionally go back to Hogwarts to watch Quidditch matches, and he couldn’t help but smile at her. And maybe that’d had something to do with him saying yes to her absolutely bonkers idea of setting him up on a blind date.

“I need you to trust me,” Hermione had said so earnestly that it had worried him a little. It’s not that he’s shallow, per se, but that’s not exactly a phrase someone offers before setting you up with a supermodel. But he didn’t think Hermione was going to set him up with an actual troll or anything, so he agreed. Still, he continued to worry.

“I need you to trust me” rang in his head as he showered and then stood in front of his mirror, trying to do something to make his hair manageable.

“I need you to trust me” echoed around his brain as he got dressed, looked in the mirror, reconsidered, and changed. Twice.

“I need you to trust me” danced around in his mind, the words doing all sorts of fancy ballet moves, as he paced around his flat, back and forth for ten minutes, watching the clock the whole time, before giving up and Apparating out to the bar twenty minutes early.

His date still has ten minutes to arrive before Harry can even think about adding ‘being stood up’ to his list of concerns about this date, though that idea still makes his stomach clench unpleasantly. He takes a big gulp of water and tries to calm down and stop thinking about murdering one of his oldest friends. But really, he can’t believe he’d agreed to this nonsense.

“I should’ve known it’d be you,” a voice says, sounding only slightly exasperated. Harry swivels around on his chair, spilling ice water down his front, and watches in stunned silence as Draco Malfoy walks up to his table and sits in the unoccupied chair. “It’s nice that after all these years, Granger is just as predictable as ever.”

“It somehow never occurred to me that it would be you,” he manages to say, honesty spilling from his lips before he can consider if it’s too rude to say. Draco doesn’t look offended, however; he looks perfectly unaffected as he reaches out to the pitcher of ice water and pours himself a glass.

“No? Then I’m afraid you may not know your best friend as well as you think you do,” he says, and Harry bristles a little and opens his mouth to argue. The insufferable bastard across from him arches an eyebrow and Harry pauses. Considers his current predicament.

Hermione’s been working with Malfoy – well, slightly Malfoy-adjacent - for about six years now, but he’s never really come up in all of her stories about her coworkers at St Mungos. They work in different departments, after all, and Hermione’s constantly so busy that it never occurred to him that she has a life outside of, well… the things he already knows about. When on earth does she have time for it all?

“You know what,” Harry says finally, “maybe you’re right.” And then he flags down a passing server for drinks, says “keep them coming, thanks,” and settles in for what is sure to be, at the very least, an interesting evening.

- : -

“So, you didn’t tell her?” Draco is saying a while later, and he’s doing that obnoxious sexy smirking thing that he does and – nope. Harry shakes off that thought. Then pauses. He’s on a date with the man, shouldn’t finding him attractive be a good thing?

The waiter brings his 3rd drink. Offers Draco another.

“I’m good with water, thanks,” Draco says. Then, to Harry, he says, “Should I be offended that you have to be inebriated to tolerate my presence?” Harry pulls a face at him.

“I’m not inebriated,” he says, rolling his eyes.

“Not for lack of trying.”

“Worried about taking advantage, Malfoy?”

“Hardly,” Malfoy says. “I don’t put out until the third date, anyway. Why didn’t you tell Hermione?” he asks, abruptly changing the subject before Harry’s mind can dwell very long on the rest of his sentence.

“What?” he says instead, and the look Draco gives him makes him feel like he’s not making a good case for his sobriety.

“You’re so astounded that Hermione didn’t tell you about our passing acquaintanceship, but you never told her about…” he pauses for a second, “our history?”

“It didn’t matter,” Harry says dismissively, then cringes. “I mean –”

“No, no, by all means, don’t stop being honest now,” Draco says, putting up a hand to wave off any potential backtracking.

“My dating life doesn’t matter,” Harry pushes on anyway. “I don’t really tell her about every date I go on. I tend to keep her out of my love life ever since Ginny. They’re friends, I don’t want to make it weird.” And, oh gods, why is he telling Malfoy all of this anyway? It’s none of his business either.

“It’s probably why she feels the incessant urge to set you up on blind dates,” Draco points out, because of course he had to go and make a decent point on top of everything else. On top of being attractive and insufferable.

He’s definitely going to kill Hermione. Or at the very least, jinx her with something mildly unpleasant.

“In my defence,” Harry says, using a toothpick to fish in his bourbon cocktail for a cherry, “I thought it was going to be a first date, not a sequel to a notoriously bad first date.”

“Notoriously bad for you, maybe - didn’t even break my bottom 10,” Draco says dismissively. Harry snorts.

“Wasn’t bad for you,” he says darkly, “I got a concussion. How many of your dates have ended at the hospital?”

“It’s not unheard of,” Draco says vaguely. “I do work there, after all.”

“You take a lot of your dates to work with you? Remind me why you’re still single?”

At that, Draco rolls his eyes. “I did not ‘take you to work with me’, I didn’t even work there yet,” he snaps, getting agitated enough to use actual air quotes. He looks at his hands in midair as though he can’t believe it himself and immediately puts them back down. One goes to the bridge of his nose, the other clenches on the table. “You can’t possibly blame me for your concussion.”

“I took you ice skating, you’re the one who had to take something that was supposed to be romantic and make it all competitive.”

“I didn’t –”

“You absolutely did,” Harry adds, before Draco can bother denying it. “Probably traumatised a bunch of schoolchildren in the process.”

Draco mouth clicks audibly as it shuts. He clears his throat and, to Harry’s great surprise, his cheeks are a little pink. He looks down into his glass of water, determinedly not making eye contact. “I didn’t realise it was a date,” he says finally, after one more throat clear.

“What?” Harry asks, though he’s quite sure he heard him properly.

Draco sighs. He finally looks up, but this time makes eye contact with a spot just above Harry’s head. “Until the end, when you joked about it being one of the worst dates you’d been on. I didn’t realise we were on a date.”

“Jesus, Malfoy, you thought I just casually asked you out to go ice skating?” Harry says, and then, before he can help himself, he’s laughing.

“Your invitation happened to come a mere week after Hermione asked me over for drinks, I thought it was simply a coordinated effort to… foster amity.”

“Foster amity,” Harry repeats, rolling his eyes, but he’s still grinning. Everything is sort of clicking into place. “No, you oblivious git, I liked you.”

“Oh,” Draco says. A few different expressions cross his face before finally settling on one Harry doesn’t recognise. That pink tinge is still splashed across his cheekbones. Harry kind of likes it. “Past tense?” he asks finally, this time actually making eye contact and the weight of it makes Harry’s stomach clench.

He blinks at him. Wonders what Draco would say if he were honest, if he admitted how long he’s fancied him. “I… well. No, not necessarily,” he says instead, and now, the look on Draco’s face is definitely pleased.

He might actually thank Hermione for this.

“Well then,” Draco says, sitting up straight in his seat and smoothing out his already wrinkle-free shirt. “I propose we start over.”

“Meaning what, exactly?” Harry asks warily.

“It’s not really a difficult concept; I’m simply proposing a fresh start. Restart the date with both of us knowing it’s a date and knowing we’ve come here to go on a date with each other.”

Harry looks around the bar. All around him, chairs are stacked upside down on top of tables, and he can see a tired-looking employee in the far corner, sweeping the floor and shooting them glances.

“Not a bad idea, but I think we’ve overstayed our welcome.”

“Any ideas on where we can go?” Draco asks, standing and pulling out his wallet to pay for Harry’s drinks.

“Depends,” Harry says, then, unable to resist, he lowers his voice suggestively and smirks. “Does this technically count as our third date now?”

It takes Draco just a second to understand the implication, but when he does, that pretty blush is back again. He almost fumbles as he puts his wallet away.

“Good grief,” he mutters, but the corners of his mouth are twitching. “You’re going to make me regret this, aren’t you?”

Harry leans over, catches his hand. Tangles their fingers together. Much to his delight, this only seems to fluster Draco further.

He’s going to send Hermione flowers.

“Absolutely not,” he says emphatically and uses his grip to pull Draco closer. “Just in case you’re still lagging behind here, I’m going to kiss you now. Is that alright?”

(And because Draco still has to take something romantic and make it competitive, he leans in and kisses Harry first.)

#drarry #my fic #fanfic #prompt: second date #rating: g?#idk this seems pretty g rated lol #fluff #draco/harry #harry x draco #draco x harry #drarry fic #hdcandyheartsfest2023

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captain-mj · 1 year

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Hazelnut Truffle Mocha

What do you guys think Koenig is? Just curious on what you guys would predict

Alejandro left eventually, saying something about making good on his promise to bring Rodolfo lunch. Ghost stayed for a few hours.

It wasn’t just Soap that made him stay. He didn’t have anywhere to be. His social battery had hit zero at 5:01 am that morning. While he could go back to his flat, that also didn’t seem like a good option.

So Ghost stayed in the dark corner of the cafe, watching the patrons. A lady with big bracelets that jingled talked animatedly with Soap. Another man trying to flirt with him that Ghost noticed he brushed off. Interesting. Teens and old people alike, ebbing and flowing. Until around 2 pm, the place cleared out. Ghost blinked at the clock, wondering how he spent almost six hours without moving before letting out a huff, watching his breath cloud up.

Oh. It was cold. No wonder he felt like this. He also hadn’t eaten and despite the nausea at the idea of forcing something down, the headache building at his temples was enough to convince him he had to.

Ghost went to stand up and accidentally pressed right into Soap who had walked right up to him at some point. They were chest to chest. Soap felt rather cold, even this close, but Ghost chalked it up to him having been outside recently.

He realized they were still touching. Soap had turned bright red, freezing in place. Ghost gently pushed him since he didn’t have room to move away.

Finally, his barista seemed to reorganize his thoughts and back up. “Uh… I was just… um.”

“Yes, Johnny?”

Soap looked up at him. “I was wondering if you’re hungry? You’ve been here a while.”

“It’s like you read my mind. Yeah.”

“I was planning on closing the cafe for an hour so I can go eat… Did you want to come with me?” Soap looked up at him.

Ghost hummed. “Do you not get free food here?”

“Oh, I do. Just so many times I can eat my own baking though…” Soap smiled.

“You make everything here?”

“Almost everything! I get some of the pastries from a bakery close by. I don’t think I could make thirty croissants a day. Might go insane.” Soap smiled. It was stunning. It softened his features, not so much as to make him look younger, but more to make him look relaxed. Ghost wanted to see it all the time.

They went to a nearby restaurant and sat together. It only really occurred to Ghost that this was likely a date. Checked all the required boxes for a date. They were alone. There was food. Soap had asked.

Ghost decided not to ask, just in case it wasn’t. He stared at him, realizing that unlike with the drinks, he’d have to keep his mask up for more than a few seconds at a time.

Ah. Sorta backed himself into a corner. He fidgeted under the table.

Soap noticed immediately. “Why do you wear the mask?”

“I have some… scarring. It’s not pretty.”

“Are you nervous about me seeing?”

“Nervous about anyone seeing…” Ghost answered honestly. Soap felt easy. Honesty came naturally.

Soap looked very curious, though Ghost noticed how… sad his eyes looked. They were beautiful. A soft blue that he could live in. Soft lashes that fanned across his cheeks when he blinked. A scar across a small part of his face that he wondered about. The rest of his face was gorgeous of course, but right now, in this lighting, he couldn’t drag his gaze away from Soap’s.

Behind those eyes were dark pools. Ghost had gotten used to seeing shell shocked men with nothing behind their eyes, but it usually faded. It certainly was not present in situations such as these. And yet, Soap’s eyes were still empty.

“Were you listening to me?” Soap said gently, leaning in.

“What?”

Soap laughed, luckily. Ghost hadn’t made a good impression if this was a good date. “I said I’ll try not to look too much, but I don’t think scarring is too bad. Bet your handsome under there.”

Flirting. Soap was flirting and Ghost didn’t know how to flirt.

“Well, I doubt anyone will look at me with you next to me.” Ghost looked at him, making eye contact again. He saw Soap’s eyes flicker, something a little softer appearing before reverting back.

“Think I’m that handsome?”

“Yes.” Ghost didn’t have to think about it.

Soap blushed and looked away. They ate together and it felt… nice. Soap was the main talker. Mostly about his job or customers before switching to what he had watched lately. Apparently, he had recently watched a movie about a woman trying to avenge her friend by going on a killing spree. He didn’t catch the name, but that was an excuse to talk to him later. It sounded like the kind of movie Ghost would like. True to his word, Soap’s eyes stayed on his own food or Ghost’s eyes, only occasionally glancing to his mouth, but never lingering. Ghost started to feel a bit guilty for his rather obvious staring.

His scars itched. The large Glasgow smile. Soap grew up in Scotland, so he probably had seen them before, but Ghost’s were so jagged. Traced over and a lot thicker than most people’s. Not to mention the snake bite scars from an… incident when he was a little kid. They weren’t like Soap’s soft well healed scar. They were all bad. They healed wrong and ugly. Ghost tried not to think about them too much.

“This was really fun, but i have to get back now. Work calls.” Soap stood up and went to pay.

“I got it, don’t worry.” Ghost pulled out some pounds.

Soap shook his head. “Absolutely not! I ordered more expensive stuff anyway.”

“Yeah, but I never spend money, I have plenty.”

“You don’t know much I make.” Soap shot back. “I’ll pay.”

“I’m in the military. I go on leave like six weeks a year so I have plenty.” Ghost insisted.

The waitress came back. “I thought your checks were supposed to be split…”

Oh. Right. Ghost knew neither had said that, but from the outside view, they probably looked like two friends.

They were technically two friends.

Fuck, was this a date??

Soap began laughing. “Oh… Uh… I’ll pay mine then.” He glanced at Ghost before leaving, brushing against him just a little.

Ghost felt like he was walking on air. The waitress though had continued to stare at him.

“Oh, let me…” He handed her a rather large tip and her eyes widened before she nodded rather conspiratorially, as if she had picked up on something that Ghost hadn’t. For a moment, he considered asking her if everything was alright, but she had already left and he was pretty sure it was just the bored imagination of a war machine, looking for something to do when there was none.

Ghost stretched and went home, texting with Koenig.

Koenig was going on and on about this Gumiho he had met that he was infatuated with. “He’s kinda small and he constantly wears a mask and sunglasses, but he has these gorgeous fluffy ears and nine tails and he’s just so pretty.”

“Gonna ask him out?” Ghost like Koenig fine, but he acted so different over text. Less anxious. He thought it was funny.

“I will… attempt. He’s a bit intimidating.”

“Be careful when you kiss. He may kill you when you do.”

“I’d let him.”

Ghost blinked. Ah. He forgot his buddy had a death wish.

“Have you found anyone to keep you entertained over your leave? A… what did Price call it… a fling?”

Ghost paused. Should he talk about Soap? Koenig talked to him about almost everything.

“There’s… a guy.”

“Oh? Magic too? Find him at an underground place?”

Ghost never really bothered, but he knew a few places around that were filled with non humans. Bars that kept humans out of them. Places to meet creatures that were alike. He didn’t go to them often, usually for hookups if he was honest. Humans were fine, but it was difficult to explain why they couldn’t touch his things and why he stole their fancy gold watch or why his teeth looked so sharp. They always had so many questions.

“No. Human as far as I can see. He’s nice. Wears gold jewelry all the time.”

“How stereotypical of you. Jewelry really was the first thing you noticed?”

“Yes. Also, he’s very…” Ghost deleted the last part of the message and tried again. “He’s so…” Another deleted message. “His name is Johnny.” Yeah, that works.

“Johnny? English?”

“Scottish. His accent is nice. He’s a little difficult to understand at times, but we can move past that.”

“I’m happy for you, friend!”

“Thank you. I had a… date? I think. He invited me with him and we talked.”

“Ah.”

Ghost frowned at that message, staring at it. “What the fuck does that mean?”

“Oh. Nothing. Nothing.”

“No, no. You’re clearly thinking something.”

“I am happy for you. You’ve seen better recently.”

Ghost swallowed. He didn’t want to think about it. Just drop the conversation. Just drop the conversation.

“Better?”

“I am sorry, Ghost…”

“Better than what.”

“I just meant I am happy you are doing well.”

“Why the fuck wouldn’t I?”

Koenig stopped responding.

Ghost knew what he was talking about. Of course he did. He had been doing well recently. Doing all the stupids steps to take care of himself. During Christmas, he stayed on a solo mission far away from any celebrations. He avoided thinking about his family. He tried to try new things and get out of the house and talk to people and and and and and

Ghost took a deep breath, counting. He hated that was an instinct he had now. It was nice to not spiral, but he hated that he had been changed like that. Stupid fucking therapy.

Ghost took a deep breath. He wanted to be angry. To keep lashing out. But that wasn’t helpful.

Koenig didn’t mean any harm. He was just… checking on him. Like everyone was. All watching him like a ticking time bo-

Ghost groaned and started to count again. He tapped his foot as he impatiently waited for his stupid feelings to calm down.

Another reason it would not be good for him to every truly date Soap. No reason to drag him down into his giant mess. Ghost was a bundle of spikes. Full of problems and venom. The last thing he wanted was for someone else to get hurt by their proximity to him.

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sixx-writes · 2 years

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_experimenting

Kurotsuchi Mayuri x Reader | Urahara Kisuke x Reader

Word Count: 3,569

cw: noncon, light bondage, sub!Mayuri, pervert!Kisuke, threesome, creampie, anal, double penetration, fingering, rough sex, cuckolding, insults, edging, orgasm delay

AO3 Version | Masterlist

Summary: I just had the funny idea of what would happen if Kisuke got sick of seeing you fighting with Mayuri all the time and decides to do an ‘experiment’ to fix things. (There’s barely any plot tbh just an excuse for a threesome lmao)

Other Works In The Series: observing | experimenting alt ver.

18+ ONLY NSFW BELOW THE CUT

"What is the meaning of this?!"

It was the question you should be asking right now, but instead it was uttered by none other than the unpleasant Vice-President of R&D, Kurotsuchi Mayuri. What a sight he was restrained to the bed and fresh out of the shower wearing nothing but a towel and his enraged expression. You couldn't begin to fathom what your Captain wanted from you or Mayuri. For it was Urahara Kisuke that had brought you here with obviously mischievous intentions.

He'd almost comically beckoned for your attention when you'd passed by outside only telling you that he needed to "Show you something interesting."

Well, it was indeed interesting.

Actually you had to smother a laugh at the idea of Mayuri being grabbed and dragged here like this for all his pride you couldn't imagine how humiliated he must be right now with both you and Urahara staring at him.

"Um, Captain..?" Since Urahara wasn't being very forthcoming with whatever this was you ventured a questioning look his way.

"I can't help but notice the two of you not getting along very well lately and well it's starting to get a bit excessive," your Captain said, scratching at the back of his neck in that way of his when things were awkward. "So I thought maybe a little intervention was in order."

"This is what you call an intervention?" you exclaimed. "More like a kidnapping. And why did you take him from the shower?!"

So what if you tended to break equipment in your anger around that arrogant ass and his always dismissive attitude towards you. No matter what you did it was as if nothing was good enough. He was only the Vice-President after all. No matter how upset you got towards him he just sounded bored as if you were a child that refused to learn a valuable lesson.

"Maa, think of this as an experiment if you will. I'm sure the end result will be quite fascinating. Right, Mayuri?"

"I doubt it."

"What the hell, Captain?!"

Both you and Mayuri spoke up simultaneously.

Urahara smirked at you, his playful nature slipping for just a moment giving you a look into something darker behind his eyes. Two of his fingers were suddenly brushing back a stray lock of your hair that had came loose from it's bun in his haste to drag you here. The gesture was far too intimate when his face was still so close to yours and you couldn't stop the flush that crept into your cheeks.

"How do you feel about me, y/n-chan?" Urahara asked without a trace of humor.

What the hell kind of a question was that all of a sudden?!

"I-I respect you."

It was true, despite his sometimes lazy and aloof attitude.

And his questionable employee choices.

"Is that all?" he made a thoughtful noise. "And how do you feel about Kurotsuchi Mayuri?"

Your eyes darted to the man still restrained next to you on the bed, his arms above his head, and his mood having calmed somewhat. You could still sense an aggressive rise in his spiritual pressure which told you he was only outwardly controlling his emotions. For now.

"He's an arrogant ass. Trying to accomplish my work here is insufferable," you answered without breaking eye contact with the soul reaper in question.

"This is all very amusing," Mayuri said in his usual bored drawl unaffected by your honesty and you gritted your teeth. "Whatever foolish nonsense you're planning get on with it. I have work to do." He finished with a theatrical roll of his eyes.

It dawned on you this was the first time you'd ever seen Mayuri without his makeup or his ear.. things. The gold of his eyes contrasted against the dark tone of his skin in a way that wasn't all bad even you had to admit. The lack of ears and blue hair still made the soul reaper unusual looking just.. not all bad.

Urahara sighed, "I suppose it can't be helped then. Might as well begin this experiment."

"Urahara-taichou..?!"

Your brain lagged momentarily when Kisuke's lips were suddenly against your own. There was no warning and you barely even sensed him moving next to you until he made contact. Your face burned and shock left you too stupid to react right away but when you did you slapped him.

Hard.

"That was out of line," you spluttered. "What the fuc-"

You tried to hit him again only this time he caught your wrist pulling you into him, into another kiss. The entire scenario felt like some weird dream and maybe it was because of how you tentatively responded to him, your tongue lightly probing into his mouth as if he would bite you. He moaned lowly into your mouth and it shot tingles up your spine.

It wasn't like you hadn't noticed that your Captain was attractive or how he casually flirted with you before now. It had just felt playful like everything else when it came to Urahara Kisuke. Or so you'd thought. The way he was hungrily devouring your mouth with his own in that moment told you a different story. It left you trapped in a loop of endless what if scenarios all of them ending badly for getting involved with a Captain in this way. Your Captain.

It had been a roller coaster ever since Kisuke had brought you here, one that had you so caught up you had momentarily forgotten Mayuri's existence until he spoke again, "So, you're a pervert as well. Am I to be a witness to your vulgarities as some form of punishment? How stupid."

Your eyes flew open with a startled gasp and you broke away from Kisuke panting and confused.

"Is it?", Kisuke said with wry amusement clearly not phased in the same way as you. "I wonder."

Before you can even begin to process Kisuke's hand is around your arm dragging you towards the bed, forcing you onto it with Mayuri. He climbed in behind you making the mattress dip and you half tumble backwards against his chest. His grip is like iron around your wrists as he holds you against him chuckling darkly at your ear; the size difference between the two of you has never been so painfully clear as it was right then. The two of you are between Mayuri's spread and restrained legs with Kisuke radiating calmness as if it's a normal occurrence that happened every Tuesday for him.

"You see, y/n-chan, he likes to watch," Kisuke said it softly as if it were for your ears only but you knew that Mayuri could hear as well with his modified auditory systems. "I thought what better way to relieve the tension than to put on a nice show for him, hmm?"

"What the fuck are you saying, Urahara-taichou?!" you nearly screamed at what he was implying and his long fingers came up to cover your mouth.

"Shh," Kisuke hissed. "It's late you know. People are trying to sleep."

The fingers of his other hand trail lightly across the curve of your breast where it had partially slipped out of your hakama in your struggles and you yelp.

You risk a glance at Mayuri and your heart stutters. His eyes are hooded now, and maybe it's because he's without his face paint, but he seemed almost-

Kisuke's hand is beneath your hakama interrupting that line of thought when he felt your resistance waver, cupping and squeezing your breast, his palm rough against your nipple drawing it to immediate hardness. Your back is a tight bow reacting entirely on reflex to escape the unhinged situation you were in but it only served to press your hardened nipple more firmly against his kneading grasp.

"Mhf-!"

The noise you made wasn't one that you wanted to hear, your rational brain still telling you, screaming at you to leave.

"See? You like it too, right?" Kisuke's voice was a purr against the sensitive skin behind your ear. You hated how quickly you'd became responsive to his whim and didn't fight when he took both of your wrists behind your back freeing your mouth. You were already mewling softly as Kisuke started tugging your hakama open exposing more of your flesh to his and Mayuri's gaze. The air of the lab is cold against your breasts in contrast with the hot soft kisses being placed all over the column of your throat as Kisuke toys with you.

You hate yourself even more feeling the erection pressing against your backside and only feeling a flutter in your lower stomach. It should be distressing not turning you on as much as it is when you realize just how big your Captain's cock is.

"You have to stop," you said with the last strands of your sanity. "I can't-"

Not with Mayuri looking at you like that.

It was wrong and yet.. why did it turn you on so much?

"Why?" You could feel him smirking against your skin. His fingertips started to move lower from where he'd been tracing small circles between your breasts, over your navel, "When you're already so wet for me."

Your protest died on your tongue as he silenced you with another kiss, his hand dipping down to seek out your arousal. When Kisuke brushed your swollen clit you couldn't help the cry that slipped out. He continued circling there, collecting your wetness and spreading it around for easier friction, stimulating you to greater heights with skilled precision. Unconsciously, you spread your legs wider to allow him easier access and he laughed quietly at your willingness.

Your hakama had fallen down your waist, pooling around your hips on the bed, the last barrier covering what was left of your dignity. It didn't stop the lewd wet noises coming from your cunt when Kisuke slipped his fingers inside you continuing those same circular motions around that sensitive spongy patch that had your toes curling.

"Ura.. hara-taichou," just getting his name out was difficult through the static that filled your head. Kisuke seemed to know just how to move and how fast you liked it as he finger fucked you in a way that felt better than most cock you'd had up until this point.

"Are you going to cum for me, y/n-chan?" Kisuke's voice was against the shell of your ear, his breathing a little harder than before as he fingered you.

"Even I didn't think this would be so easy but I guess I underestimated how much of a slut you really are. Look," his grip was on your chin forcing you to look at Mayuri as your eyes flew open. "Mayuri-san would agree I think."

The scientist was the most disheveled you'd ever seen him, strands of damp hair stuck to his forehead above hooded molten gold eyes, his mouth set in a sneer. Most notably was the tent in the towel covering his hips. It was somehow the most shocking thing that had happened so far. You had never imagined Kurotsuchi Mayuri as a sexual person, for that matter you barely even saw him as a person.

"Urahara," Mayuri said, seething with suppressed anger.

"I feel a little bad for him, don't you, y/n-chan? Let's help him out."

You were shoved forward, forced to catch yourself on your hands so that you landed on all fours to keep your face from hitting Mayuri's dick. Kisuke meanwhile took advantage of his new position behind you, shamelessly grinding his clothed erection against your ass. You realized what he intended to do just as your hakama was yanked off down your legs the rest of the way.

Mayuri spoke again, "I'll never forgive you for this. Never. You truly are despicable, Urahara Kisuke."

Kisuke huffed out a laugh licking the last of your juices from his fingers before responding, "That may be true but I don't need to hear that from you. Now then, y/n-chan. I think we have teased him enough."

"W-What are you saying?" you said it even though you already knew exactly what he was getting at.

"Maa, don't play coy now. I'll stop you know," the blunt head of Kisuke's cock was stroking tantalizingly at your entrance without actually going in. Just smearing the mess he made of you earlier all over. "Such a lovely wet cunt you have, too. Would be a waste."

Your head was spinning, you were so close, so needy from Kisuke's words and skill that even sucking Mayuri's cock sounded not unappealing in that moment if it meant you would feel Kisuke inside you.

Besides that there was something strangely erotic seeing the arrogant scientist in such a compromising position beneath you, aroused by you. Your hands shook as you slowly dragged the towel off of his body, his swollen erection springing up from underneath. It lay heavy and thick against his stomach in a pool of precum, the head flushed an angry red, and it twitched as your breath ghosted over it in your surprise. A row of gold barbells adorned the underside; like everything else about Mayuri his cock was modified as well.

It should have bothered you how easily, hell, how eager you took Mayuri's cock in hand dragging a wheeze out of his chest just from touching him.

"Stop-!" he said. "Don't touch me, woman."

You ignored him and ran your tongue over the slit feeling a fresh bead of salty precum coat your tongue. You were feeling nearly drunk with arousal by then just wanting to see Mayuri's composure shatter entirely more than anything at that point. You took him fully into your mouth and started to suck in earnest, rolling your tongue around the head and bobbing up and down his length, maintaining eye contact the entire time.

Mayuri tried to hide how good he was feeling until you took him all the way down your throat and held him there, snaking your tongue out from underneath to run it over his balls. He moaned loudly, brokenly, finally giving in to pleasure just as Kisuke took you from behind, your own moans drowned out by Mayuri's cock. The force of Kisuke's hard thrusts coupled with the bruising grip he had on your hips and the feeling of being filled at both ends had you spiraling into orgasm almost instantly.

You were thankful there was something in your mouth to silence your screams because you probably would have awakened the entirety of Soul Society.

You had never even entertained the idea of being a degenerate but Kisuke's experiment was making you discover all kinds of new things about yourself. Kisuke didn't give you time to recover and kept fucking you through the remnants of your orgasm, the sound of his thrusts turning wetter and louder than before while you rested your cheek on Mayuri's stomach, his neglected cock giving a few twitches next to your face.

"Ah, fuck, you're so tight," Kisuke groaned.

No, you're just big, you thought, able to feel every inch of him, every vein that stroked the most sensitive parts of your walls perfectly.

Kisuke's rhythm started to falter and turn erratic and you knew he was getting close too just as your second orgasm neared. When he came he pulled you into him, his chest against your back, kissing you sloppily and moaning into your mouth as he filled you with his cum until it dripped over his balls.

"Pervert," Mayuri hissed in disgust while still being frustrated himself. Your blowjob hadn't nearly been enough to satisfy him.

You slipped off of Kisuke feeling his cum drooling from your cunt in ropy strands as you climbed over Mayuri, straddling his slender hips, positioning him at your entrance. The slide onto Mayuri's thick length was smooth using Kisuke's and your own cum as lube. He let out a bitten off moan as you rode him, reveling in the new texture that his piercings gave. Mayuri's expression changed to something absolutely feral as you slowed down to an unsatisfying level as you felt him getting close edging him on purpose.

He wanted nothing more than to take over and fuck you into the mattress until you screamed his name.

How dare you deny him like this.

"Whore," Mayuri cursed you feeling you tighten around him at the expletive and he had to suppress a gasp. "You're no different than he is, perverted woman."

Once you had waited long enough for his orgasm to subside you started moving again with reckless abandon, your breasts bouncing wildly each time your ass connected with a slap. You were impatient for your own end as well but you wanted this, needed this. To see Mayuri suffer beneath you was exhilarating even if you should be horrified at yourself for having such thoughts. Eventually, you tired yourself out and laid across his body into a more intimate position pressing your breasts against his chest and rocking your hips instead, Mayuri's face only inches from your own.

It gave Kisuke a better view of your pussy being stretched out from behind as he lazily stroked his own cock, still hard from watching you fuck Mayuri. A devious smile played across his lips as he had a most interesting idea watching your second hole winking invitingly.

You jumped in surprise when you felt Kisuke's thumb dragging wetness from your cunt upwards over your asshole circling there until there was enough for him to press inwards past the resisting ring of muscle.

"Urahara-taichou!" you said with an edge of warning. "What-?!"

"Try and relax, y/n-chan."

That was hard to do with Kisuke's finger invading your virgin anus.

At first it just felt strange and uncomfortable but as he worked deeper you keened overly-loud before you could stop yourself his exploration having found a new source of your pleasure. He worked patiently to relax you until he could get another finger in, collecting more of your slick to thoroughly lubricate your ass. Knowing what was coming after Kisuke's fingers made you shaky and unable to do anything but pant against Mayuri's throat.

You were just so fucking overwhelmed by everything already when you felt Kisuke teasing entry with his cock you nearly panicked.

Until Kisuke trailed his hand over your spine in a comforting gesture, "Be a good girl for me and relax, ok? I won't do anything to hurt you." His voice was soft and you knew he was telling the truth. You relaxed your body's natural resistance as much as you could with the pressure of having your cunt filled from below as Kisuke attempted pressing inside you again.

You felt gut punched once he managed the tight slide into your empty hole and you let out a soundless cry. You'd never known such fullness before now and Kisuke showed enough mercy to allow your ass to adjust to his size. Just having both men inside you without moving had you nearly crying.

The last of Kisuke's restraint broke when he saw you looking back at him with teary eyes unable to speak. When his hips started to move you did let out a sob, gripping the sheets until your knuckles turned white. Mayuri let out a hiss next to you feeling Kisuke move through that thin wall of tissue separating the two men's cocks.

"Hmm, guess it's no good for you, Mayuri-san," Kisuke let out a resigned sigh and weakened the kido around his Vice-President enough so he would be able to fuck you. "Doesn't seem like she can take anymore, ufu~."

Mayuri wasted no time snapping his hips up into yours making you wail.

Unlike Kisuke his pace was brutal only seeking his own release forcing himself inside your overly-tight hole and not caring how rough he was being with you.

It was for that reason that it felt fucking amazing.

You were mindless between them, having already came twice within a few minutes.

"Stupid woman. Cumming from something like this. You really are.. a whore, aren't you?" Mayuri was continuously whispering filth to you the entire time making your eyes roll back in combination with the punishment from his cock. You can't do anything but take the abuse of your holes by the two men until you feel Mayuri go still inside you with a low moan. More hot wetness leaks from inside you with Kisuke not far behind leaving you an absolute wreck.

Once your thoughts have came back to something coherent you slowly raise yourself up off of Mayuri on shaky limbs, feeling his softening cock slip from you with a grimace.

You made the mistake of looking at his expression and immediately regret it as he gave you a thin smile that sets your cheeks aflame with embarrassment.

What did you just do?!

"If that's what you wanted you could have simply asked," Mayuri said with his usual arrogance back in place.

"Shut up! I'm going to bed. Urahara-taichou I'll deal with you later."

Kisuke yelped as you landed a kick to his shin on the way by gathering your crumpled hakama from the floor and nearly falling several times on the way out as your legs didn't want to hold you up.

Yes you would be thinking of many ways to deal with your Captain just as soon as your ass stopped being sore.

#urahara kisuke x reader #kurotsuchi mayuri x reader #bleach #urahara kisuke #kurotsuchi mayuri #mayuri kurotsuchi

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babyharleezy · 2 years

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Maybe Urban getting baby fever after seeing reader with kids but he’s embarrassed to tell her since they haven’t been together that long?

baby fever

(urban wyatt x reader)

bloo's notes: i feel like i didn't bring this request any justice... i hope yall like it nonetheless <3

tag list: @wittyjasontodd @creme-delacreme @sealpuptrash @harlowcomehome

kids weren't off the table for you and urban. you two had briefly talked about kids but not much because of how new the relationship was.

today was a normal day in the life, you were tagging along with jack and urban while they were on tour. you loved every minute of it. you loved that you can accompany you beautiful boyfriend, urban and see him in all his glory. you loved to watch him work. you loved seeing how focused he was. the three of you decided it would be a good idea to see what some of the fans were doing outside of the venue. since it was still early, many hours before the show, there weren't too many people outside.

jack, urban, and you made your way outside. you loved seeing the boys interact with their fans and occasionally they would ask for a picture with you too.

a little girl called out for your name and your attention immediately got directed towards her. the three of you made your way to her and the people around her. "hi y/n" she said in the most sweetest voice ever. "hi love, what's your name?" you asked the little girl, who grabbed at you. you looked at her mother for permission before you took her daughter into your hands. "my name is eve, i think you're pretty" she said in a shy voice. "awww i think you're pretty too" you said and smiled at her. after talking a bit more with her you learned about her favorite things and how she loves listening to jack in the morning's when she's on the way to school and how she thinks urban has the prettiest hair. she was so sweet and you just loved her. you, urban, and jack just gushing over her. you talked to her mom too and found some common interest with her as well, your favorite songs from jack's newest project was poison. eventually, jack had to go back to rehearsals but he offered the little girl and her mom backstage passes which made them ecstatic.

as the three of you walked back into the venue, your hand in urbans, you couldn't help but notice he was in his own world. "hey what's up babe, you alright?" you asked urban. "huh? oh yeah i'm fine" he said as he sat down on the couch in jack's green room, dragging you onto his lap. "urban, i know when something's on your mind baby" you told him as you brushed a piece of hair out of his eyes. "nah it's just when you were talking to eve, i couldn't help but think of how good of a mom you would be" he blushed as said that, burying his face into your shoulder. "really? you mean that? you think i would be a good mom?" you asked him in shock. "i mean yeahh, you were so sweet with her and so patient and kind" he continued. "awww urb, you know, seeing you with kids always makes my heart grow ten times the size it already is" you tell him. "i can't believe you were getting all shy cuz you have baby fever" you laugh at him and he rolled his eyes at you.

after that interaction the two of you didn't have any more baby talk until later that night at the hotel. "do you wanna have kids with me y/n?" he asked out of nowhere. "yeah, i know we've only been together for 6 months but i see a future with you and a bunch of babies are in that future" you said to him with full honesty. "sooo what you're saying is i can put a baby in you right now" urban said while wiggling his eyebrows. "urbann! no not right this second" you tell him with wide eyes.

"but, we'll talk about it once this tour is over" you whisper right before you turn off the lights. "i can't wait to be parents and have mini urban's running around" urban said as he pulled you closer onto the bed. "oh god, not mini urban's" you playfully roll your eyes as you say that. "we should have 9 kids, just to beat jack and his '8 daughters'" urban says with full seriousness. "urban i am not pushing 9 babies out of my cooch, you are crazy. good night" you yell, slightly laughing at the fact that him and jack were so competitive.

#urban wyatt #urban wyatt concept #urban wyatt imagine #urban wyatt fic #urban wyatt x reader #urban wyatt x y/n

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sergeifyodorov · 11 months

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Connor for the send me a character ask 👀

FIRST IMPRESSION

Have to preface this with the fact that I was really into baseball six or seven years ago when mcdavo was winning art ross number like. One or two. This was about 2016 or 2017 and i had the thescore app and I was looking at their simple ranked stats because i was bored, and instead of staring at the baseball ones over and over again I poked around on the other sports. I was not yet a leafs fan (born and raised in toronto so like, you support the leafs, but i wasn’t what i am now) and i looked at the points rankings and there was this annoying little orange background man in first. He had a nice 100 points and nobody else had that. And I was annoyed because I didn’t like that this Edmontonian fucker was doing better than anyone else. In retrospect it is very funny that my Oilers Hate Campaign is older than my actual hockey fandom.

IMPRESSION NOW

I have a lot of thoughts about Connor. I strongly disagree with the boring-sayers. He is not boring; he’s stiff and bland on camera out of both intention and The Tism and clearly has a lot actually going on once the panopticon is looking away (oxymoron statement but u know). Obviously he’s best in the world type whatever beat but thats like. The least interesting thing abt him. Dude is SO haunted it’s like you took a good portion of the sort of hockey curse an entire team typically develops and then dropped it right on his head like some sort of cartoon piano. But he is blissfully oblivious to the genre and is tragically determined to power through.

I think he’s kind of spineless ultimately and this is what makes him say such vanilla things and let himself get so thoroughly and obviously managed by lk1 and stuff. but also that he is very single-minded and knows what he wants and is unafraid to pursue that at the cost of neglecting everything else in his life. Which is a pretty self-destructive habit when you have curses and whatnot but again, completely unaware of that, so he’s just barreling head-on towards the void, head down skates pumping

His edges are decent but he’s a speed skater by trade far more than a figure skater… jason brown could win 5 art rosses but connor mcdavid could NEVER do riverdance!!!

Completely unrelated to my thoughts on connor at all but the endless font of ohl bodies and the churning mill of eteri girls. It’s the same it’s all the same

FAVOURITE MOMENT

don’t say mccheatgate it’s not worth it--

In all honesty. Either Connor mc lukewarm gay rights statement, the adorable little standbyme video at the draft where it’s him n mitch and dylan and none of them can really sing and they’re all so obviously terrified but trying to cheer each other up bad, or that one ad where they’ve dolled him up and made him act. And he’s like beach chair lounging in the middle of the ice and stuff

IDEA FOR STORY

i think the most ideal thing narratively to happen to davo is Catastrophe. like we all know he has this very rigid and unquestioned worldview because he has never bothered to really look outside what the nhl straighttrack/lauren kyle has planned for him it’s most compelling to just. completely upend that

mccareer changing injury is a good one but ive already seen that one said. i do have this scrap of 9734 floating around thats like. leon gets fridged and he cant live with oilerhood after that so he goes the 1 other place he can stomach himself being (torono) and then falls in deeply toxic-homoerotic-codependency love with am34. and obviously is forced to reconsider his entire worldview about the ticking clock and the impermanency of life and grief and curses and haunting because damn leo you’re supposed to be dead why do i keep seeing u everywhere etc. it is important for my NARRATIVES that mcdavid is widowed and/or divorced

UNPOPULAR OPINION

i realize this one in context to the last sentence makes it look like i hate drai. I do not hate drai drai is the best oiler and his only competition is nuge. That being said.

I had a friend (knows nothing about hockey) and she thinks that connor is hotter than draisaitl. And like. I don’t completely agree. But i mostly do agree. very shallow of me yes i know but davo is CUTE and his cringefail ghost swag is kinda HOT and the long hair/mcjesus flow was SEXY

FAV RELATIONSHIP

bobby orr is a family friend and he knows wayne gretzky quite well because of oilersness and stuff. so im going to say his relationship with All That Came Before is my favourite

2997 close second tho. Get more divorced

FAV HEADCANON

the tism is kind of verging on the nebulously canon but like. Im not going to formally diagnose a man i dont know and enjoy sexualising on the internet so it’s getting put in here

#asks #connor mcdavid

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recoveringdreamer · 7 months

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TIMING: pre-goo PARTIES: @fox--tales & @recoveringdreamer LOCATION: mike's pawn shop SUMMARY: felix is once again showcasing the haunting vending machine that stole inge's mom's stuff, this time to miyeon! CONTENT WARNINGS: none

The second Miyeon heard that there was a guitar coming out of a vending machine at the pawn shop, she started running. Only she had to turn around halfway there because she totally forgot that she had to pick up chips for the guy waiting there. She had no idea why he wasn’t as excited about the whole thing as she was. Come on, what’s more interesting to find in a vending machine, a chair or a bag of jalapeño chips? She knew her answer but this dude was apparently different. That probably made him boring, but she really did not care just then as she burst into the door of the grocery store. “Sorry, sorry, excuse me!” she yelled as she darted between shoppers, narrowly avoiding being run over by carts and almost slamming into a few people. Her shoes squeaked as she turned down the snacks aisle. “jalapeño, jalapeño, jalapeño…” she muttered as she glanced up and down the aisle. Of course, right where some teenage dude was standing.

“Hi, I need you to move,” she said as she shoved him out of the way, wrapping her arms around as many bags as she could carry. The guy shouted and started grumbling but she was already yelling, “sorry, bye!” and darting back down the aisle to the checkout counter. Where she may or may not have jumped in front of someone to throw the chips on the self-checkout table before they could mosey on over. “It’s an emergency, sorry!” She wasn’t even sure who she had cut in front of or what sort of dirty look they were probably giving her, she was too busy dragging bags of chips across the scanner and throwing them into bags. Miyeon tapped her card, hit the buttons, and didn’t even wait for the receipt to print. She was out the door and headed to the pawn shop.

‘I’m here, I’m here!” she shouted when she turned the corner to the block that the store was on. She had in fact been running the whole time. And she was realizing she needed to work on her cardio. Oh god, it was so much easier to run as a fox. Why was it so hard when she was on feet instead of paws? Ugh! Miyeon tried to keep her pace up, but it was slowing little by little as she approached the dude at the vending machine outside the store. “Did anything… else… happen?” she said between gasps for air. As soon as she was at the machine, she threw down the grocery bags stuffed full of jalapeño chips. “Chips… I got them. Now what… Tell me.. Or show.” She tried to stay upright and not collapse on the floor from exhaustion, gesturing to the vending machine, hoping that was enough explanation.

“No, wait!” She held up a finger before he could say a word, digging into her purse for her phone and quickly flipping through to open up the audio recording app. “On the record? If you don’t mind?” She batted her eyelashes and gave a small smile, hoping that she looked way too cute to say no to. She may be a fox girl, sure, but she was a star student of the ‘puss in boots school of how to get what you want.’

The vending machine was… weird. Of course, in Wicked’s Rest, ‘weird’ was a pretty common thing. Felix was learning that the funny little quirks he thought he’d misremembered about their hometown were actually very real supernatural phenomena. They just… weren’t really sure what was causing this one in particular. In all honesty, their parents had never really focused on teaching them about anything other than balam and things that were dangerous to balam. Hunters, mediums, and exorcists were all at the top of that list. Magic vending machines? Not so much.

So Felix was a little out of their depth here.

The girl he’d been speaking to online seemed… interested, at least. They weren’t sure if she had any ideas on how to ‘resolve’ the problem or not — they weren’t even sure if it was actually a problem — but she wanted to know more. And she was bringing him chips, which did solve the problem of the balam’s rumbling stomach, at least. Most people would have probably given up and gone off in search of a snack someplace else after the third unsuccessful attempt at liberating chips from the vending machine, but not Felix. Felix was determined. And… maybe not the best at applying the logic of trial and error.

A voice rose up, and Felix glanced over as she approached. She was younger — maybe about Van’s age. But the girl wasn’t really what they were focused on here. It was the grocery bag in her hands that had the balam’s full attention. Their stomach rumbled again, almost as if it was asking a question. We can eat that, right? And yeah, they could. They could definitely eat that.

Just… after their demonstration, probably. They had agreed to these terms, after all.

“I was waiting on you. Um, are you okay? Do you need to rest? We can do it in a second.” But she was determined, too, wasn’t she? She pulled out her phone, she batted her eyes, and really, she didn’t have to lay it on so thick. Felix had no reason to say no. Nodding, they turned back to the vending machine. “Sure, yeah, on the record. Uh, give me… Give me fifty cents? I’m out of quarters.” They’d used up every coin they had trying to get these coveted chips.

Miyeon might have been out of breath still, but she was just about ready to jump in excitement when the guy turned to the vending machine. Her phone was on, full battery, ready to record, button hit and…

He had to be freaking kidding. “Are you serious?” Miyeon gave an exaggerated sigh, stopped the recording, put her phone in her other hand, and started digging through her purse for change. “I don’t even carry cash anymore, let alone change, ugh!” Sheer desperation kept her rummaging, but it was so hard to see anything in there, it was so full.

“Hold this,” she said, handing this dude the contents of her purse. First up was a small travel pack of tissues, then the lip gloss, mascara, lotion, hand sanitizer, then the pens and pencils. She didn’t really look up to see if he was managing all this. And why should she, anyway? It was his dumb fault that they were out of change and his hands looked big enough to hold a lot of things at once. Bigger than hers, at least.

Miyeon was one second away from dumping the whole thing upside down and shaking her purse to see if anything came out but she knew better. There was no use, she wasn’t going to find any ch– “Ouh! Ouh! Something shiny! Hold this,” she said, handing him a small notebook and a small bottle of ibuprofen. She dug further in and grabbed the coin in question. It was silver. It was bigger than a dime. Maybe it was a–

“Are you freaking kidding me?!!” she shouted up to the sky, stomping her foot. A nickel. A freaking nickel. This was plain evil. She screamed a little again before pausing to think. There had to be a solution. She glanced around and hoped something would jump out at her.

Oh. They were in front of a store. They could make change! “Do you have any cash?” she asked, finally looking back at the guy who was trying and failing to hold all the contents of her purse. “Oh. Sorry,” she said, holding her purse open in front of him, “you can put all that back now.”

She seemed disappointed, and Felix offered her a small, apologetic smile. Maybe he shouldn’t have spent all his quarters trying to get chips from a vending machine that very clearly did not contain chips regardless of how it looked through the glass.

Nodding, they held out a hand to hold whatever it was she needed to be held… but there was a lot of it. Tissues, lip gloss, hand sanitizer, mascara, lotion, pens and pencils. How did all of this fit inside her purse? Was it magically enhanced somehow? Bigger on the inside, like the spaceship on that show with the weird accents? It had to be. Maybe that was why she was so interested in the vending machine — because it was like her purse.

Still, Felix stood dutifully, accepting each new item thrust into their arms. It was a little hard to balance all of them, but he could manage. After all, jaguars and balance went together pretty easily. They craned their head as she seemed to find something she needed, hope rising up in their chest…

…and falling right back down again when he saw what was in her hand. A nickel. That wouldn’t get them anywhere, would it? Shrugging, Felix looked down at their pockets, but couldn’t reach them with his hands full. It wasn’t until she gave the okay that they began carefully placing things back in her bag, doing their best to put them back in reverse order that they’d been handed. Otherwise, wouldn’t it be hard for her to find them? The bag was apparently bottomless.

With their hands free, Felix dug around in their pocket, tongue sticking out the side of their mouth. Receipt, paperclip, car wash coupon… aha! Grinning, they pulled out a crumpled, soggy five dollar bill and held it out to her. “Here. Um, we can get some quarters for that. Right?” Yes. That was how currency exchange worked.

Miyeon stood there, blinking, looking at the sad, pathetic bill they were holding up and she tried to put a smile on her face but it was shaky at best. Her facial expression was probably about as rough as that five-dollar bill. “Yeah, that’s…. perfect.” She had to force the word out as much as she was forcing the smile.

Her hand hovered in front of her, reaching for the money. It looked disgusting. How long had it been in his pocket? She was just about to take it from his hand when she hesitated. “Oh my god, is that… is it wet?” She couldn’t help herself. The look she gave him was a mix of disgust and shock.

Miyeon swallowed back a gulp and reached back into her back to grab a tissue and her bottle of hand sanitizer. With the tissue wrapped around her hand, she took the cash, holding it by the corner and keeping her hand held out far from herself. “Use this,” she said, handing him the hand sanitizer while she cringed. “You clearly need it. I’ll be right back.”

She trotted to the door of the shop and practically jogged to the counter, dropping the dollar bill on the counter like a grenade. Now that it was no longer her problem, she shook out her hands and her whole body to rid herself of that gross feeling. “Hi, I don’t know if this is still worth anything but can you exchange this for quarters, please? We need it for the vending machine outside.”

The cashier raised a brow but took the money and started ringing her up to get change from the register all the same. “Cash is cash,” he said with a shrug. “But I don’t know why you’re bothering. That thing doesn’t work anymore.”

Now it was Miyeon’s turn to look confused. She opened her mouth and was about to tell him that he was super wrong, but immediately thought better of it. This was her story after all. “Thanks so much!’ she said with a saccharine smile, heading off now that the coins were in hand.

“No problem. Not my business how you want to waste your money,” he said before lumbering back to work.

Miyeon ran back through the door and to the vending machine and her current partner in journalism (and definitely not crime), holding out the coins with one hand and reaching for the hand sanitizer with her other. “Here you go. I’m surprised they took it.” Once she had wiped her hands down and shoved the bottle back in her purse, she grabbed her phone and got ready to record. For real this time. “Okay, ready!”

She didn’t look entirely thrilled with their offering, and Felix wasn’t sure whether to be offended or apologetic. She took the cash either way, though she didn’t seem entirely thrilled with it. Felix shrugged sheepishly, looking down at his shoes. “I got rained on. And maybe it went in the washer, too? And — And I fell in a lake the other day, but I don’t know if these were the pants I was wearing.” They probably were. He didn’t own a whole lot of pants.

Reaching out, they took the hand sanitizer and squirted some onto their palms, busying themself with rubbing their hands together as the girl made off with their money. For a moment, they wondered if this whole thing was a ploy to rob them, but it wouldn’t be a very successful mugging, would it? All that work just to make off with a very soggy five dollars? She’d be a bad robber. And besides, she’d seemed genuinely excited about the vending machine.

Felix looked back to the aforementioned vending machine now, inspecting it carefully. It still looked just as normal and unassuming as it had the first time he’d shoved a quarter in it. A normal vending machine, except for the part where it gave them chairs and bicycle wheels instead of the chips he really wanted. At least this deal with the girl and her bottomless purse had solved that particular problem.

Speaking of the girl… she was back now, hands full of quarters. Felix traded the hand sanitizer for the coins, shrugging again when she expressed surprise that the five had still been acceptable. “I’ve spent way worse looking ones than that. They, um, they’ll accept half a bill as long as it’s the bigger half. They’re supposed to.” They’d done a lot of reading about damaged currency… largely due to the fact that their general luck tended to leave them with a lot of it.

Turning to the vending machine, he flashed the camera a shy smile before beginning to drop quarters in the slot. Fifty cents for a bag of chips. It was a trade they’d been trying to make all day long. The quarters fell with twin plops, though it sounded… a little different than vending machines usually sounded. Felix scanned the number pad. “Okay. B4. That’s the chips. Ready?” They mashed the buttons in turn. B. 4.

The machine whirred, a strange not-quite-mechanical noise coming from inside. Strangely, through the glass, nothing seemed to be moving. But then — plop. Something hit the bottom of the compartment. Felix lifted the door, stuck a hand inside…

And pulled out a lampshade. Large, gaudy, and beaded. They turned, showing it to their new friend. “Not chips,” they announced. “See? I pressed for chips.”

Miyeon was trying not to bounce with excitement while holding the camera. Steady. She had to keep it steady. This was the money shot. This was going to be her– Well, okay, sure she didn’t know what this would do for her journalistic reputation at the end of the day, but that didn’t matter right then. All that mattered was being there on the scene, on the ground floor, getting the story, breaking it live! Alight, okay, she had to calm down, still had to hold the camera steady and at the end of the day, it was just a weird vending machine, not exactly solving a cold case or something like that.

She inhaled and tried to hold her breath as he pressed the button, watching intently as the machine whirled and gurgled. Some part of her was worried that it would in fact just be chips. But it was so much better than that. Her jaw dropped to the floor and it took everything she had not to scream and start jumping up and down. Camera. She had to hold the camera and get the shot. But as soon as she had the shot of him pulling the lampshade out, it was all over.

“OH MY GOD!” she shouted, surely making the audio on the video absolutely cap out. “That’s so cool!” She ran over to the lampshade, camera still in her left hand, and reached out to touch it. It was real alright. No trickery, very solid, didn’t have any weird seams or fold lines. “This is way cooler than chips! And like, I got you chips. Who cares about chips? There could be anything in there!”

Miyeon darted over to the actual machine, still filming a very terrible and shaky video, and ran her hands across the buttons. “I wonder how it determines what to spit out. Like you pressed the same button multiple times, right? And got different things.” She bent over and looked inside the door where the things came out. It looked ordinary. And way too small to fit a whole lampshade. But she’d seen it come out of there with her own eyes. Sticking her hand in didn’t reveal anything new, either. “I mean we know it doesn’t just give you what you want the most or anything like that,” she said, crouching down even further all the way to the ground to try and look underneath it. “Because if that was the case you’d have like so many chips.” Nothing was out of the ordinary with the machine visibly. It had to be some kind of magic. The whys and the whos and the whats all swirled around in her head but she knew that this dude had even less answers than she did despite spending more time with the machine than she had.

“Do you like need a lampshade at all? Or a guitar? Like are these things you thought about buying absent mindedly or something? Or is it just random?” She hopped up and turned to face him, grabbing his arms, camera still rolling but utterly forgotten by this point. “We should run experiments! We have enough change, right? This is so awesome, what if we get, I don’t know, like a canoe out of it or something! Or a one of a kind collectible! Maybe there’s a creepy doll, oh my god, do you think there’s a creepy doll? Don’t pull out a creepy doll please.” She was babbling but she couldn’t stop herself. Miyeon walked around to the back of the vending machine and there was a clear gap between the frame and the wall. There was no way it was just feeding though. She stuck her hand behind it and sure enough, it was just dead air. She squealed and turned back to the chips guy. “I could make such a good story with this! Do you think we can buy it? What if we sold tickets to people to come try it out! Do you think it would run out ever?”

While Felix found the vending machine odd and perhaps a little unsettling, their new friend seemed to find it exhilarating. The way she cheered when they pulled the lampshade from the slot was enough to bring a small, shy smile to the balam’s face. It was nice to see someone happy; they liked that. They liked it a lot more than they liked buying chips from a vending machine, so the sacrifice was probably worth it.

They held the lampshade still as she touched it, as if it mattered if it moved. The beads hanging down jingled with her touch, though the noise was fairly muted compared to her excitable yelling and loud voice. Felix got the feeling that even if the vending machine spat out one of those large, booming speakers that people put in their cars, it wouldn’t be loud enough to drown out the sound of Miyeon’s excitement. And they kind of liked that. People should be allowed to be loud with their joy, even if Felix felt anxious at the idea of allowing themself such a thing.

“Uh, yeah,” they confirmed. “Same button every time, but it never spat out the same thing twice. Some lady said that one of the chairs it spat out was her mom’s, so I took it back to her. But I don’t — Maybe she was lying.” They felt guilty for even suggesting it, but they’d never actually seen the ‘mother’ that they’d delivered the chair to. And it didn’t make a lot of sense, did it? For one thing in the machine to belong to a specific person when everything else seemed random. “A lampshade definitely isn’t what I wanted most, though. I wanted chips. Which I have now, because you brought them! Thanks again for that, by the way. I, um, I really appreciate the chips.”

They were glad, at least, that she seemed to recognize that there was something going on. “What kind of magic? And, um… Why?” That was what really bothered them. Magic they could understand, but what was the intention behind it? What did someone gain by making a vending machine spit out random household objects rather than chips or snacks? Surely no one would go through this kind of trouble without reason.

Carefully, Felix considered her question. They tried to determine whether or not any part of them might have been thinking of the objects they’d gained when they’d used the vending machine in the past. “I play guitar,” they said, “but I don’t even think I have a lamp that would fit this. I mean, I don’t really even use lamps. My apartment has overhead lighting. Do you need a lampshade?” Maybe the vending machine had read her intentions instead of Felix’s, if that theory had any weight. “We can try more if you want, yeah. Uh, do you want to try?” They offered her the quarters in their hands. Maybe there would be a different result if she did it? It wouldn’t make any sense, but it would be some kind of a clue. Right?

“There could be a creepy doll. I don’t think a creepy doll would be any weirder than a chair or a pasta strainer.” Both of which were included in the list of things Felix had pulled from the vending machine. “But I don’t… have enough money to buy a vending machine. I’m pretty sure.” They didn’t know how much the machine would cost, but they were running pretty low on cash after all the quarters they’d sunk into it.

“Never the same thing twice?” Miyeon repeated, looking at the visible contents of the vending machine. She wondered if the items corresponded to something, had some sort of meaning tied up in whatever was going on there. No that didn't make any sense, they just said they pressed the same button every time.

“Oh my god, it was her mother's chair?” she said, turning to face them, eyes growing even wider. Miyeon paused. Yeah, looking at them, she was pretty sure that they were easy to fool and pick on. Poor guy. He seemed nice. She hoped they didn't get picked on too often but something about them gave her the impression that wasn't the case. Maybe they didn't notice and that's why they were able to stay so chill about things.

“Me?!” Miyeon's jaw dropped to the floor. How in the heck had she not considered trying it? How had she not already begged to try it out herself? She was slacking on her investigative journalism, clearly. She was so used to being a third party observer that the possibility of participating felt like a foreign concept. “Ye! You're right, yes, oh my god — take my phone. Record the whole thing!” she said as she grabbed the quarters from their hand, practically squealing at the thought of trying this for herself, and shoving her phone into the chip guy's hands. She was at the machine and about to slot the quarters inside when Miyeon paused and turned back to face them. “I mean, please record it. If you could?” she asked with a sheepish smile. She couldn't believe she had been so rude as a result of her sheer enthusiasm.

She watched and waited for her new friend to figure out how to work her phone. “It's the red one the— No, now you stopped it, you have to hit it ag— Yeah, perfect!” she instructed from the other side of the camera. She took a deep breath and turned back to face the vending machine. ”Okay. Here goes nothing.“

Click. Clank. She pushed the quarters into the slot and heard them rattle down into their new homes. She pressed the same buttons that the guy had in the same order, careful to select the right ones. One. Two. Enter.

The machine started whirring and stirred to life. The kitsune was on the edge of her toes, leaning down to watch whatever was going on, wondering if she would get something new or just receive the long awaited bag of chips in question. She heard something thump in the bottom of the drawer and glanced at the camera quickly to make sure it was still rolling and that everything was in clear view. Miyeon pushed it open and slowly reached her hand in. No matter how hard she tried to look into the darkness to see what it was she was grabbing, everything was obscured beyond the view of the flap. Her hands wrapped around something solid, though, so there was nothing left to do but pull it out and reveal her prize.

Please don't let it be a creepy doll.

With a tug, a large wooden object spilled from the machine. It was strangely shaped, it was hard to tell what it was at first. Was it another chair? Or— “Oh my god, is this a rocking horse??!” she shouted as she got a better look at it. Poking it, it was clear it was solid wood, the real deal, no illusion to be seen. She set it down and began admiring her haul. “How the hell did this,” she said, pointing at the horse, “come out of that!” She finished by pointing at the machine.

“This doesn't get old. but I just, I have to know why it's like this. Like what's going on, why is there a whole garage sale coming out of this thing? Is it pulling from another dimension? What happens if we break it? Or tip it over? Or shake it?” By now, she hoped her companion knew that she was asking these questions of the universe, not of them specifically. “You stumbled onto something so interesting. I don't know what to do about it but I'm so glad you shared it with me.”

—

“Not since I’ve been doing it.” Which was, admittedly, longer than what most people would have given the machine. Felix had always been more than a little gullible; as a kid, their siblings would take advantage of it, playing pranks that they’d all laugh at together even if the laughter from Felix’s lips had been a little less genuine. It had come from a good place back then, at least. None of his siblings had meant him any harm, and none of the pranks had ever been meant to hurt anyone. These days, though…

It was hard not to think about Leo. Felix tried not to, tried never to, but it was so hard to keep him out of their mind. He’d preyed on that gullible nature in a way so much more sinister than anything anyone had done before or since. What would he have said if he’d seen Felix at this vending machine? With Inge before, with Miyeon now? The balam tried to distract themself, letting Miyeon’s voice tug them back to the conversation. “And her pasta strainer. And a vacuum, too. Uh, I think — a lot of the stuff in there was her mom’s. So maybe it, I don’t know, maybe it has to do with the person?”

Which could be proven or disproven by Miyeon taking her turn. Felix held her phone in their hands, squinting at the screen. Working someone else’s phone was hard, even for people who hadn’t spent their prime phone-wielding years living off the grid in the middle of the Maine wilderness. With Miyeon’s instructions, they managed to get it working. Only the first few seconds of the video would feature their thumb in front of the lens, which was a win in Felix’s book. They flashed Miyeon a thumbs up as she inserted the coins.

She pressed the button, and Felix leaned in close, belatedly remembering that phone cameras had zoom and utilizing it. She leaned into the machine. She reached in. She pulled out… a rocking horse. Felix stared at it, nodding. Yeah. All right. Checked out.

It made no sense, from a physics standpoint. The horse shouldn’t have fit in the machine at all, but they’d just seen it come out. “Is it yours?” Felix whispered, still holding the camera. “Or — Maybe it’s your mom’s?” Maybe the machine retrieved things from people’s mothers. Maybe Felix had only come back with a random assortment of items that evidently belonged to other mothers because theirs was —

No. Not a fun thought process to dive into. There was a rocking horse to admire. Felix took a step closer, panning the camera over it. “It looks, um. Well made?” Not mass produced. Was that anything? Was that a clue? “I don’t think we should break the machine. What if they ask us to pay for it? I spent all my money trying to get chips.” But they offered her a small smile at her gratitude, shrugging. “I don’t mind. I, uh… I’m just glad you believed me.”

—

Miyeon knocked on the wood. She wasn’t sure why, it just seemed like the thing to do. It made a nice little sound when she knocked and she guessed it was solid but honestly, she didn't know how to tell one way or another. She then pushed it to demonstrate the rock and it looked like really sturdy and solid to her. The kitsune didn’t know what to expect out of a quality rocking horse versus a non-quality one but like if she had to guess, this was quality. The story this guy told about the person’s mom’s items totally didn’t make any of this make any more sense, though. She pursed her lips and looked back up at them. “There was more than one thing of her mom’s? That’s odd. Who was she? It sounds like someone worth following up with. I mean, if this is a story. I don’t know. I think it is. Do you think it is?” She reached out and took back her phone, thanking him for taking the video again.

She couldn’t hold back a laugh at the thought of her mom having a rocking horse. “I don’t think my mom ever had one of these.” The thought of her fully grown mother riding it sent her into a fit of giggles. “These so weren’t even invented when she was young enough to use that.” Her hand flew to her mouth to cover it, like she could swallow back the words. Ugh, maybe he didn’t catch her slip up. Or maybe he would just think she was making fun of her mom like a normal person might, calling their parents older than dinosaurs or whatever. Usually, that was what people assumed. Which like totally made sense, there was no reason to believe her parents were legit ancient, no hyperbole.

“Anyway, good point. Breaking it would be a bad idea.” Even if she could probably afford to buy it. “Um, do you mind if I mention you in this story? If I write it? Or share it on the air, I mean?” She should really get this in writing but she ran her so fast she left her standard waiver forms at home. She always had a few in her work bag but that bag was not here. “Oh, uh, I guess I should mention that I host a radio show. And, like, introduce myself.” She was so caught up in this whole thing it had slipped her mind. Her manners really went out the window when she could feel a story right there for the taking. “I’m Miyeon,” she said, holding her hand out to shake, “I host Good Wicked Morning. Nice to meet you.” Afterwards, she gave a little shrug. “Of course I believed you, silly. This is like so not the weirdest thing I’ve covered this week. It is probably one of the coolest, though. And definitely the least depressing.” This was some weird town fodder that didn’t involve death or someone getting maimed. All in all, this was wholesome. She always needed more of those kinds of stories on the daily.

—

“Maybe. I can give you her contact info if you want to talk to her.” Inge wouldn’t mind, would she? She wanted to get to the bottom of why her mom’s things were in a vending machine, too. She had to. Otherwise, what was to stop all her mother’s things from being stolen and put in vending machines again? “Maybe there’s a story, I don’t know.” Felix wasn’t the best at determining what was noteworthy, what ‘stories’ people might find of interest, but plenty of people had seemed intrigued by the vending machine and Inge’s mother was another piece of that puzzle, wasn’t she? Maybe there was something to be done there, something to be gained. The woman with him now was nice; they thought she might deserve to gain whatever she wanted from the experience.

Felix furrowed their brow as she spoke of her own mother, eyes darting to the horse. “Weren’t… invented?” When were rocking horses invented? Should they google it? They’d assumed they were an old invention — it wasn’t like there was much to them, after all — but maybe they were a newer thing. Not for the first time, Felix wished he could ask his father about it. There was so much they wanted to ask him, and they were so afraid they’d never get the chance to. It was terrifying.

“Oh, yeah. You can mention me if you want to.” There was a beat, and then she was introducing herself and Felix realized that they’d neglected to do the same. “Uh, Felix. Mendoza. Is my name. For, you know, you to mention me.” They let out a little laugh, kind of relieved to hear that she had covered stranger things than this. It made them feel a little less paranoid, a little less afraid of being called a liar. “It’s nice to meet you, Miyeon. I, uh, I look forward to checking out the show.”

#fox tails #miyeon: change your mind #wickedswriting

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Idea: Preston has given up a whole lot of interests because of his parents, I'd say he used to play in the mud with a stray dog but when his dad found out about it he got in trouble because of their image. He also never saw that dog again.

TW: Implied Animal Death

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It was a rainy day, dirt turning to mud and water filling potholes. One boy sat outside, a little British boy around the age of six. He had curly brown hair and wore quite expensive clothing. His name was Preston, Preston Adeline. His parents were quite rich, owning their own sports business. Today, he had snuck outside to play in the rain. It was one of his favorite pastimes, though he couldn't let his parents learn of this…shameful action. They'd be furious, well, more so his father would be. He had to uphold their image, even if he was only a child.

The boy was playing in the mud, an activity he quite enjoyed doing when the rain poured heavy. It was refreshing to the innocent child, a way to relax as no one would be out and about. Sickness was the last thing on Preston's mind, making mud pies for fun was his main priority. He enjoyed the idea of making baked goods and he used mud pies as a way to learn, even if they never would get eaten. His clothes didn't take long to get muddy, though the rain did wash it away every time he stood. One other reason he enjoyed rainy days was a stray, the sweetest pitbull, she always would find her way to the lanky boy on these dreary days and the two would play. This pitbull was still a puppy, a fairly big one, but a puppy no less. She was given the name Tief, a shortened form of tiefling, from an interesting game he found while browsing a bookstore. She was his best friend.

Preston was hugging the large puppy close, mud coating the bottom of his trousers and his once-white shirt. He giggled happily as Tief gave him a big ol' lick on the face, feeling genuine happiness when with the pup. He didn't complain about the slobber that coated his face as the rain brushed it off almost instantly. He was lost in his world with his best friend. That was until a door opened nearby, the yelling of his father breaking through the loud pattering rain. He wasn't quite sure what happened next, the memory blurred in and out as it affected him significantly. He remembered his father yanking him away from Tief, maybe he thought she was hurting him? But, why not ask him what was happening? She was a good girl. Next, he remembered being brought inside by his mother along with her sobbing but he wasn't sure why. The final memory of that day was a loud bang that was followed by the loud whimpering of Tief then…silence.

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Preston blinked back into reality, a hand going up to his face as he felt tears falling down his face. He had realized just what happened to Tief that day. It was…mortifying, the banging could've only been one thing… He looked up, realizing he'd fallen behind his party while his mind wandered to this horrid memory.

Scott glanced back at him, stopping abruptly when spotting the tears rolling down his friend's face, "Shit! Preston, are you alright?" He questioned anxiously, rushing towards the slightly taller male. His alarming voice caught the attention of Clarissa and Dex who now stopped talking to each other and rushed to the other two.

"Dude, what happened? Why are you crying?" Clarissa asked, doing her best to not seem all that worried about him when in reality she was fairly freaked out.

"Oh? Yeah, I'm fine, it's nothing all that important in all honesty. Just remembering." Preston did his best to brush and wave them off, it wasn't anything for them to be worried about. It happened in the past after all. He jumped slightly when the shortest of the group hugged him, "Dex?"

"Preston, you know you can talk to us if something is bothering you. We're a team, the Butt Eeterz." He grinned at him, the grin being underlined by worry. "All we have is each other."

"Right, yes, I know that." He nodded, wiping the tears off of his face. He softly smiled back at Dex, accepting the hug. Scott and Clarissa joined the hug soon after, leaving the four hugging until Preston's tears stopped. He may not have his first best friend anymore, but now he had three people who made him just as happy and that's what kept his heart warmed.

#the encounter table #preston adeline #dex turner #scott travis #clarissa coldshore

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zelda7999 · 1 year

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New Horizons CH2 - An Accidentally Undercover fic

Words: 4,620 | Approx. reading time 17 min

Wooooo! This one took a bit, but I had so much fun! Y/N and Eclipse go to a Street Fair! :D

Not edited nor beta read, all mistakes are mine

Accidentally Undercover by @lavenoon

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You’ve been working with the agency for a couple months now, and with all honesty? They were the best months of your life. The last time you felt this alive was back when you were freshly in college, back then you felt like your life was coming together. (Which wasn’t wrong, but also wasn’t entirely correct either.) Now with your current job, you realized that this is what it really felt like when things clicked into place. You loved your coworkers, you loved your work, and even more than that you loved having someone to share your interests with.

Every step of the way Eclipse had been there to soak in every ramble, discussion, and sometimes even talking about life outside of work. A big no-no with your other coworkers, but Eclipse didn’t seem to mind at all. Which was a slight relief, you had no clue if you could really keep everything secret. Eclipse seemed to share the sentiment, or if he didn’t he at least didn’t mind the life talks. Today in particular was turning out to be one of those life talk days.

“Oh wow, apparently the total lab explosions have gone down since I started working here! And productivity is up. I could have sworn we caused more explosions together than anything though…“

You flip a page on the lab report and hum some more before Eclipse chimes in.

“I thought we’d had less fire extinguishers than usual!”

A giggle escapes you at the reminder of the multiple fire extinguishers stored around the lab. Truly, it was well above the average a normal lab needed. For this lab however, it was usually dangerously close to not enough. Despite how surprising the lab report was though, it was also good to hear they were exploding a lot less. You continue skimming the report and mindlessly your necklace finds it’s way to your mouth, just holding it there and feeling the chain on your tongue.

You’re rereading the same sentence for maybe the third time when the report is slid out of your hands and replaced with a fidget. It’s a recent one Eclipse got you, it’s a dough ball matching the one he lent you your first day. When you look up to meet his gaze he just casually gestures to his own mouth. That’s when you drop your necklace from yours and chuckle awkwardly. Not the first time he’d caught you chewing on your necklace, and it probably wouldn’t be the last.

“Excited for the weekend? You said you were meeting friends!”

Oh right, you forgot to tell him. Earlier in the week you had excitedly told him about this huge street art fair you and a couple friends were going to… However, that plan spontaneously combusted when said friends started bickering. From there it devolved into a fight, and you were left sitting on the sideline powerless to convince them to stop. So they ended up calling off all plans on account they didn’t want to go if the other was going to be there.

“Sadly my weekend plans are kind of kaput. My friends… let’s just say made other plans.”

“Oh, what are you doing instead?”

“I might just stay home. The street fair would be no fun alone.”

“We could go together?”

You freeze, your hands growing still instead of playing with the dough ball. Could they really do that? Technically their identities were supposed to stay secret from one another, no outside contact. However… You both did tell each other your names on the first day of meeting, and then continued to call each other by first name despite the rules. Not to mention you both talked about your civilian lives while in work.

“Could we?”

Honestly, the idea was exciting. You really liked Eclipse. Originally you thought he was just a really close co-worker, but the more you two worked together the more you realized… That joke you made on your first day? ‘Is this love?’ Well, it might not have been a joke.

“I don’t see why not, I have no plans this weekend!”

“Well… Then it’s a date! Here, let me give you my number.”

You swipe a stickie note off your desk and jot your number down onto it. You grab one of his hands and stick the note onto it, he doesn’t remove it he just looks at it and smiles wider.

“I will see you this weekend then! Oh! oh! and I’ll text you my address later too!”

You couldn’t wipe the smile off your face even if you wanted to. Going out with him this weekend? Even if it wasn’t an actual ‘date’ you were still seeing him outside of work! And you were going to tell him your address? Maybe this was crossing some company line, but screw it. You already broke those rules first day, what’s the point in keeping up with something you hardly followed in the first place?

The rest of your work day couldn’t go by any faster. While you loved what you did, it currently couldn’t compare to your new weekend plans. You also couldn’t help but notice all the shared looks and smiles between you and Eclipse, you were both excited. Which lead to more explosions… But hey, you were perfectly safe behind him! And your notes were filled with precious details so it might not blow up next time. Might being the key word.

Once the end of your shift rolls by you can’t make it home any faster. You grab food on the way home because honestly, you were lying to yourself if you thought you were going to cook anything. Then you receive the awaited text! With that, Eclipses number is instantly added to your phone. An absolute win!

“Send me a picture of you for your contact info on my phone!”

The reply comes quick, a selfie of Eclipse in casual clothes you never thought you’d see him in. A graphic tee with bright pastel colours of a sky, overtop of that he wears a pastel pink over shirt with bright tie-dye colours. You giggle a little thanks to the angle of the photo, which allows you to see he is clearly fidgeting with his lower arms while taking the photo with his upper. Well, it’s only fair now that you reply with a photo yourself!

Most people would consider your style outside of work to be a little more on the alt side. To you, it was simply what was comfortable. A dark crop top hoodie sporting some constellation designs, with a plain T-shirt and some cargo pants. The more pockets the better, and you could never go wrong with cargo pants.

“Excited for tomorrow! Meet me at [Your address]”

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The next day rolls around, and as you’re getting ready multiple knocks sound at the door. That couldn’t be him already, could it? Then it dawns on you, you didn’t tell him a time… of course you forgot that crucial piece of information!

“Just a moment!”

Shirt, shoes, pants, phone, uhhh sweater! You needed a sweater. You pull free a crop top hoodie from a pile on your bed, throw it on and open the front door. Like expected, the tall animatronic is standing on the other side.

“Come in, I have a few more things I need to do before we go!”

Eclipse ducks under the doorframe and the door clicks shut behind him. He can barely stand up in your place, but thanks to the decently high ceilings at least he’s not hunched over.

“Make yourself at home, really I’m just checking my pockets to make sure I don’t forget something.”

“Wallet and ID’s?”

“Oh shoot you’re right. See there’s a reason you have to let me into the lab everyday.”

You excuse yourself to go grab your wallet, meanwhile Eclipse moves further into the house. Specifically, the living room. It’s not much, but it’s yours. Everything in the room a collection of items lovingly displayed over the years. Some pictures are hung on the walls, some of them are family pictures but the majority of them are painted portraits sporting your signature at the bottoms. Lining any free walls are bookshelves stacked to the brim with different kinds of books, and seemingly no organization system to be found. The last section of the living room his eyes land upon is the couch and small TV hanging across from it.

Did you have enough blankets on that couch? Eclipse takes at seat on the couch and runs his hands over several of the blankets. All of them are either fluffy, or have some sort of soft texture to them.

“Hey Eclipse, catch!”

He looks up from the blankets in time to catch a small purple box with a orange bow on top. In his hands it’s almost funny how tiny it is.

“What is it?”

Eclipse shakes the box slightly, a light jingling sounds from the box.

“Open it and find out! I saw it the other day and thought of you, but I didn’t think I’d have a chance like this to give it to you.”

“Oh!”

He opens the little box, placing the orange ribbon in his pocket for later. Inside the box is a charm bracelet. The entire thing has different charms looking of varying ages, they weren’t all bought at the same time. There’s a sun charm, a moon, star, clouds, and one that looks handmade! It’s an eclipse charm.

“You’re always doing hand motions when you talk, aaand since you like fidgets… I thought maybe something you could wear outside of work would be nice. It’s pretty and if you change the charms it could probably jingle a little more too!”

“That’s very thoughtful! Thank you so much! I love the charms, did you make this one yourself? Oh this one’s my favourite!”

Eclipse is already putting the bracelet on and another pair of arms is pulling something out of his own pocket.

“I have something for you too! If you’ll take it that is.”

“Of course I will! What is it?”

His smile widens a little as he places something into your hands. Thanks to how big his own are, you don’t even get a peak until said hands withdraw. Seems he had a similar idea! It’s also jewelry, however his gift to you is a necklace. There’s only one charm on it, a crescent moon with sun rays coming out behind it. An Eclipse. The charm makes you smile way too much, and better yet it’s soft to the touch.

“When you’re focused you chew on your necklace. I think this Chewlery will be a lot better to fidget with than your metal necklace.”

“Thank you so much! Can you help me put it on?”

“Of course.”

You step closer and hand him the chewlery so he can help. Even sitting on the couch he’s taller than you, at least his size makes it easy for him to put it on you.

“Thank you Eclipse. Wow, what a way to start the day. We’ve not even gone to the street fair yet! Speaking of, ready?”

“Yes! Are you?”

“Yeppers! Let’s get going, it’s a short walk from here. Maybe 20 minutes tops if we take the scenic route.”

He nods to you and then you’re off. During the walk you and Eclipse talk. Complimenting each others style outside of work, commenting on your neighbours houses, noting everyone who’s still had Christmas lights hanging up (despite the time of year), and once you’re closer to the fair you’ve moved onto some of the fair events. Mostly it was a place for artists in the city to sell and show off their art. There were artists of all kinds here, painters, digital, writers, and quite a few crafters and sculptors.

“I’m really hoping my favourite stall returned this year. I think you’ll really really like it!”

“What’s the stall?”

“Okay, so it’s really simple actually… But when my Dad used to take me here he got me one every year! It’s just a balloon with an elastic tied to it, but they turned it into a toy. You put the elastic around one finger and bounce it. I forget what they called them, but they always make me smile.”

Did Eclipse always stand this close when you walked? Or was this something he did when outside of work? Oh! and that look he was giving you! All you did was get excited about some little balloons tied to an elastic, it couldn’t be that interesting a topic.

“Eclipse? Do I have something on my face?”

No response, just more staring with a (admittedly cute) smile plastered on his face.

“Ecliiiiipse? Hello? Earth to Eclipse?”

You wave your hand in front of him, jumping to try and get in his face a little. That’s when he stops staring and laughs at your jumping.

“Did you like the balloon’s that much? We can go find the stall and get some.”

“Absolutely we should! You got them every year after all, let’s not break the tradition!”

’Tradition’ was a strong way to put it, but if it meant you might attend every year with Eclipse… Maybe it would turn into a tradition. Definitely something you could get used to. The streets containing the fair are completely crowded once you’ve arrived. Almost every stall has at least 10 or more people looking through the art, and music is live in the air with street performers. Even better, you can smell the food from different food trucks… and your stomach was really liking the idea of getting some.

“Where should we start first?”

“Mmmmm… Food first. I skipped lunch so I could get something from here.”

“Oh, well that’s not good. Let’s get you food!”

You nod and before you start slipping through the crowds you dare to reach up and grab one of his hands. He looks down at you for a moment before his fingers lock with your own. Oh goodness that feeling again, maybe you really are in love. Leave it to an 8ft celestial animatronic to make your heart flutter like a caged bird. Hopefully he can’t feel or detect heartbeats. If he can… Then you have no good excuse at the ready. Pushing those thoughts away you continue walking and lead him to a food truck.

Definitely not the most healthy food, but it would be satisfying nonetheless. Waiting in the long line has you feet aching a bit, but it’s worth it once you order and receive your food. You’re more than ready to keep walking when Eclipse pipes up.

“Would you like to sit while you eat? There’s a free bench over there.”

You look around to try and spot where he’s looking, but you can’t see a bench anywhere. Eclipse seems to realize this and leads you through the crowd of people to it. Indeed, there was a nearby empty bench. The advantages of being 8ft tall and seeing over majority of the crowd!

“Thanks Eclipse!”

“You’re welcome, now sit and eat!”

You nod and take a seat on the bench. The remaining amount of bench quickly taken by Eclipse beside you. Before today it wasn’t really a habit of yours to sit beside Eclipse, but the closeness now has another question popping into your head. Did he always sit this close to everyone? This time you decide to bring the question to life, it leaves your lips and a click-click of Eclipse beside you, and the now outrageous amount of personal space is both answer enough and staggering.

“Wait, I might have asked if you being that close was normal, but I wasn’t complaining!”

His eyes widen ever so slightly as you scoot closer to him, closing the space he just made.

“My apologies, I thought you were mentioning it because you didn’t like it.”

“Oh, no! Not at all! I was really just curious. I don’t get to experience this side of you in the lab.”

“So you really don’t mind the closeness?”

“I don’t mind at all, I actually quite like it. As much as I like being close with others, most people in my life tend to want their personal space. I just want to be close with those I care about. I guess I can see how some people are annoyed by it, I just personally don’t get it.”

There’s that look again! You will really need to bring that up at some point. However, now is hardly the time as Eclipse is now closing what very little space was left. Two arms testing the waters and draping themselves around you, while he slowly gets closer. You don’t fight it, nor make any direct mention of it. It… It was nice, and oh lord it was making your heart pound even harder.

“I-I should eat my food, don’t mind me.”

You awkwardly laugh and shove some of your food into your face. Anything to look away from Eclipse and his oh so soft and adorable expression. The deep affection in his eyes. The- Oh my goodness, you really were in love! And now more food is stuffed into your face to avoid blushing more at the thought. In record time the food is gone and you’re left wondering if Eclipse has noticed your odd behaviour. He’s brilliant, there’s absolutely no way he’s not noticed. However, sparing a glance back at him… The same puppy dog look is on his face.

“W-Well, ready to go now Eclipse? We can go look for that Balloon stall and check out the others on the way too!”

“Oh- Yes!”

The two of you can’t get up any faster. Your heart pounds in your chest, red blush on your face threatening to give your feelings away. Meanwhile the constant sound of mechanisms and servos is thrumming beside you.

“They usually set up this way. Follow me!”

You start walking and Eclipse follows beside you, even closer than before. At least you don’t have to worry about losing him in a crowd. However when the worry does arise as the crowds thicken, you don’t even have to make the first move. Eclipse is a step ahead of you and had already grabbed your hand with not one, but two of his own. Your chest heats up while your heart beats aggressively against it. Thankfully there are more than enough art stalls and booths around to distract!

You drag Eclipse from stall to stall, and he does the same to you. Whenever something catches one of your eyes you’re already dragging the other off to look at it. The excitement fuels you both. It only grows once you do find the balloons you mentioned earlier. You almost bounce out of your shoes while looking at them.

“Look! There’s a pastel balloon, that’d be perfect for you Eclipse!”

You’re quick to pick it up and show him, it’s a simple balloon. No designs, just pastel purple.

“Do you like it?”

“Like it? I love it! What an amazing colour!”

“Could you pick one out for me?”

He nods and starts surveying the balloons. There’s all kinds. Pastels, bright colours, patterned ones, themed, anything you could ask for really. Ah, but there’s the perfect one for you. Eclipse picks up a dark purple balloon covered in bright neon designs.

“Something to match your flair for theatrics! Neon other than you could be as bright!“

You smile at the pun and an absolutely wicked idea pops into existence.

“Lunar or later I’ll come up with a better pun to reply with. For now though!“

You yoink the balloon he’s holding and pay for both yours and his. A sly smirk spreads across your face as you turn back to him, plopping the new pastel fidget into his hand.

“I think this puts us on neutron ground!“

“What a spectacular wax of kindness.“

You grin and dramatically bow to him, grabbing one of his free hands and walking once more. The street fair was going well, the two of you had been there for a couple hours now and it was the best one you’ve been to. Having someone who matched your energy… It was like nothing you’d experienced before. You and Eclipse had walked all the way to the end of the street fair, you were considering walking back through it all to take a last peak at your favourites before heading home.

“Which ones did you want to see again?”

“Oh there’s so many. I really liked the on-”

Midsentence Eclipse goes stiff, anything he was doing instantly stops and his eyes go dark.

“Eclipse?”

Panic truly sets in when you see him practically crumble to the ground, you jump back so he doesn’t fall on you. This had happened in the lab once but that was it. Never again had you seen it happen after that, but you did know what was happening thankfully. He had explained it at the time as it being the robotic equivalent to Narcolepsy. He would be back up in a minute or so, nothing to be too worried about… But it was concerning nonetheless that your friend suddenly crashed.

“Uh, are they alright?”

You turn to the stranger who’s pointing down at Eclipse, you quickly nod and put your hands up.

“Oh! Yes, he’s alright. He’ll be up in a minute. Don’t worry!”

They shrug and walk away, to which you then look back down to Eclipse. Too bad you weren’t stronger, or you would move him to a better spot to sit. Instead you just take a seat beside where he lays. Like you said to the stranger before, (and a few others who passed by) Eclipse came back on after a minute. He slowly sits up and puts a hand to his head.

“Eclipse! You okay? I can’t imagine falling over like that is fun.”

He doesn’t reply immediately, a soft static filled groan is all you get as he slowly stands back up.

“I’m alright. I didn’t fall on you did I? Why are you also on the ground?”

“You didn’t fall on me, I just thought sitting next to you was better than standing. Y’know, keeping you company.”

It’s your turn to stand now, Eclipse offers two hands to help hoist you to your feet.

“Thanks. Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yes. Thank you for looking out for me.”

“Of course! I’m just glad I knew what was happening. Otherwise I would have really panicked.“

“Sorry for worrying you.”

“No, no. Really, it’s okay! I’m just glad you’re okay. Want to take a break? We could go back to one of our places. Maybe come back for the night activities?”

Eclipse ponders the options for a little. Maybe he would agree, but if he was fine to keep going then you had no objections to walk back through the street fair. However, maybe you wanted the break more than he might… Your feet hurt after walking for so long, and it was only getting worse while standing here. You really didn’t notice before, you were too busy enjoying yourself.

“I’m alright to keep going, but if you would like to take a break we can.”

“Hmmmm… Actually, sure. I can’t stand or walk for as long as you after all. Should we head back to my place? We’d have to walk through the street fair again, but it’s close enough if we don’t get distracted walking through.”

“If we continue this way my apartment is closer actually.”

“Wait, we live that close?”

“We do! I was surprised as well, the walk to your place was delightfully interesting!”

“How so?”

“So much to see, and you’re right on the edge of downtown. You’re roughly 30 minutes away from the nearest shopping centre, and all the while close to work. From where we are currently, we’re 12 and a half minutes away from my apartment. There is quite a lot to see between our two homes thanks to our locations.”

You nod along as he speaks. You’d never thought of it like that, you did live in a pretty interesting area. Housing wasn’t made in area’s like yours anymore, most of it was shopping or apartments. You were lucky to even find a house.

“I guess I’ve never thought of that… Huh. Why don’t you tell me more while we walk?”

Eclipse is more than happy to tell you about everything he saw on his first walk over, as he leads you towards his apartment you can’t help but add onto whatever he tells you. Recalling stories about some of the houses, telling him about some of the shopping centre’s history, and you even knew some of the shops he mentioned walking by. Like he said earlier, you were only 12 and a half minutes away from his place. So the walk isn’t long but you still find yourself surprised when you get there.

The two of you rest for a bit at his apartment, while you continue to talk Eclipse gets some extra charge in for if you two do decide on the night activities. However… You don’t get that far. His place was comfortable, homey. He decorated a little similarly to you, though based on how you two were? Made sense, you two clicked particularly well after all. Admittedly though… You ended up getting a little too comfortable at his place. While Eclipse took a moment to himself to charge and put some of the items he bought away, you find yourself drifting off on his couch.

When you wake up, you have no clue what time it is. One of those naps where you have to check if a week passed or not. You shift where you are and sit up a little, taking a look around. You were still in Eclipse’s apartment. Did you… Did you really just fall asleep in your co-worker’s apartment? On your first visit?

“Did you rest well? You must have been tired!“

“Oh geez, I am so sorry. What time is it?”

“Five O’clock! You weren’t out for long, not to worry.”

Oh good, you sigh in relief. At least you weren’t asleep on his couch for that long.

“Want to go back to the fair?”

You hum as you wait for the words to form. You were still tired, and the night activities wouldn’t start until 6pm. Maybe the two of you could stay here and wait, maybe just talk a little more.

“Could we wait actually? I’m still a little tired, and if I can be completely honest with you. I would be more than happy to just talk for a while.”

With you now awake, you pat the spot beside yourself and beckon Eclipse over. He moves quickly and takes the spot beside you. Both of you scoot a little closer to the other once comfortable, and Eclipse is the one to start the conversation. Bringing up a new prototype he wanted to start on and wanted your opinion, and since you were here anyways… Might as well! The rest of your time is spent talking about the prototype and from there it gets a little out of hand. Different ideas popping to mind, both of your energies hyping the other up to make even more ideas. You both completely forget about the street fair, but neither of you mind.

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BONUS;

Eclipse, texting Sun & Moon in a group chat: sends selfie of him and Y/N

Eclipse: Y/N and I at the street fair!

Moon/Sun: I thought Y/N was your co-worker?

Eclipse: Yes! Agent Neon!

Moon/Sun: …

Eclipse: In my defense, they gave me their number first :)!

#My Writing #Accidentally Undercover #Accidentally Undercover fanart #Accidentally Undercover Eclipse #Eclipse X Reader #EEEEEEEEEE I HAD FUN MAKING THIS ONE #A LIL DATE!!#HEHEHEHE #ECLIPSE IS SUCH A CUTIE #I NEED TO DRAW HIM TOMORROW #or maybe later tonight?#we'll see >:)

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