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#Gaz is a hunter a trapper
ghouljams · 2 months
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Fae!Gaz is the king of manufacturing coincidence. After all, what is love but a few well placed moments? He knows your routine, knows every route you take to and from home, work, fun. He knows you. It's easy to insert himself into your life. Subtly at first. A familiar face on the tube, passing you in a crowd. Then more aggressively, a shared cafe spot, bumping into you on the street, you run out of tea and go to ask a neighbor only to find yourself in front of his door. Nevermind he's floors above you, somewhere you'd never consider to go, but his flat is well lived in and he's so charming. It would be weird to assume he'd moved into your building just for you. You don't know everyone that lives here, after all.
You don't know how or when you end up back in your flat, but the sun has risen well past morning by then.
He chases you down to return a few bills you dropped, makes a joke, asks if you're stalking him he sees you so much. You laugh, tell him you were starting to wonder the same thing. "You came to my house, that's pretty weird," Gaz points out, and you have to admit that does make you seem like a stalker. You swear up and down that isn't it. Gaz makes you promise not to see him again today.
You end up in his shop.
"You must really fancy me," He grins, leaning against the counter. You feel your cheeks start to burn, waving off his flirting. It's pure coincidence, you tell him. "Course," He replies easily, "coincidence."
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