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kakusu-shipping · 2 years

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Request Rules

General

Fandom must be at least mentioned on the F/O List

If I can’t/don’t want to do your request I will just delete it

^Unless you’re off anon in which I’ll answer privately why

I tend to ramble more with headcanons so if you want more for less ask for Headcanons

Fics may not follow the prompt as I tend to get caught in the scene and flow, so if you send a prompt and I go off base just send it again

I may not always write a fic when you ask for one, it happens

Honestly? A poly request has more likelihood to get written

Sick fics as well are my kryptonite and will be given bias priority

Yandere is welcomed and encouraged

Requests for sequels or revisiting a concept are welcomed

NO NSFW

Character X Character

ANY SHIP MAY BE REQUESTED (we are proship safe here)

The more characters the better

I am biased; Ships I like may get better treatment and written faster

I will write Gen/Friendship type of fics as well just specify

Queerplatonic relationships are welcome and highly encouraged

No AUs, unless it’s one of my own

Characters must be from the same source

Don’t send me ship names, I won’t know what you’re talking about. Character/Character or Character X Character format, please.

Character X Reader

The less detail the better, honestly

90% of readers will be Gender Neutral or Gender unmentioned

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^I know that makes no sense but saying something like “Scratchy Reader” will always give me more to work with than “Anxious reader”

Reader can have ANY relationship to the characters; Romantic, Platonic, or Familial

I default to platonic if left open ended enough

More hyperspesific rules under the cut

I try very hard not to be biased but if I don’t like a character or a ship I may decline your request just because of that. I apologize if I do.

I also tend to be very locked in keeping a character in character, so I may also decline your request just because I cannot think of a situation where a character would do that or those two would be together. Again, I apologize.

I really really don’t like writing a gendered reader so unless it is absolutely necessary please don’t request it.

I do not want to write reader taking care of either Tomura Shigiraki or Spamton G. Spamton in the popular fandom Poor little meow meow way. Something about it bothers me personally.

I won’t write romantic X readers or ship fics for any of the Warriors of Hope from Danganronpa Ultra Despair Girls. Platonic is fine.

I can’t write Spamton’s verbal tic correctly so I currently won’t write fics involving him. Headcanon requests are fine.

I actually know next to nothing about FNaF and it’s lore so while it’s free to request it, I may not always know who or what you’re talking about and may delete your request because of that

I don’t write Angst or any form of Hurt/Comfort for personal reasons.

Platonic Yanderes do exist and I beg of you to consider them

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I don’t have a specific tag for any other problematic trope, if it comes up I’ll try my best to have TW tags, but may have to be reminded.

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dammitlogan · 4 years

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Breaking and Entering | Kenma Kozume x Reader

wc: 1.1k

a/n: Just a little soulmate au for my favorite boy.

00:16:34:52

His whole life, Kenma was able to ignore the numbers on his wrist. However, lately, the numbers have been so low that he couldn't fight the anxiety. He didn't really like people to begin with, so who thought it was a good idea to match him with someone for eternity? He tried to play games to distract himself, but his eyes keep jumping back to the ticking clock. Every time, he would watch a few seconds tic by and his chest constricts in fear even more.

Just thinking about it makes his breath short. Some may think this happened in excitement, but the nauseating feeling in his stomach tells him otherwise. Kenma puts up his PSP and curls into a restless sleep. He had decided.

Kenma wasn't going to leave the house tomorrow.

00:00:32:27

Kenma is still adamant about his plan. So far, he hadn't left the house. Not that it was really that big a challenge for him. The only thing that would drag him outside would be Kuroo, and Kenma told him that he was sick so he wouldn't come to force him out. Kenma had thought this through.

He only has half an hour left before he no longer had a soulmate to worry about. Some might say he was wasting the opportunity to meet someone he would love his entire life, but he didn't see it that way. He never understood soulmates, so he isn't too worried about losing his. Maybe he's just pessimistic.

Deciding it's time for lunch, Kenma pauses his game. Making his way into his kitchen, his cat passes through his legs. He reaches down to pat his head quickly before preparing lunch. Once his simple sandwich was made, he fills his cat's bowl. He eats in silence at the kitchen counter. The familiar sound of the cat door creaks, which Kenma hardly takes note of. He finishes his sandwich and doesn't bother moving from the stool at the kitchen island before returning to his game. As he's playing, his eyes creep to his timer once again.

00:00:09:58

He shivers at how close it was. Looking back at the game, his character had died once again. Giving a small huff, he goes to press 'Try Again'.

Meow.

A cat jumps on the kitchen counter. Rubbing its chin on Kenma's PSP, it purrs contentedly. Kenma's eyes widen. This was not his cat.

Where had this cat come from?

Carefully, Kenma rubs the cat's chin. The cat gladly accepts the affection, coming closer to him. What a cute cat... He hums as the cat flops onto its side. It purrs loudly, eyes closed in pure satisfaction.

00:00:00:32

"Unmei," you call in a hushed whisper. Your cat had ran off for the umpteenth time. You followed her this far, but she was now out of sight. She had led you nearly three blocks away. You currently stand in the backyard of a quaint house. You didn't want them to think you were trespassing, so you pray Unmei would find you on her own accord. Soon. Searching for any signs of her, your breath catches in your throat. Your face drains of all color as you spot the cat door on the house's back door. She didn't...

Please don't be home, please don't be home... You plead for no one to be in the house. You kneel down by the door, peaking in through the cat door.

"Un-"

00:00:00:00

A timer goes off in the back of your mind the second you lock with amber eyes. His wide eyes stare back into yours from his kitchen island. Your face flushes immediately. Unmei meows happily at your sudden appearance. You could only imagine how weird you look right now; in front of your soulmate nonetheless.

"I- I can explain!" you yelp, almost feeling a frantic explanation coming up your throat. "My cat- My cat had ran off, and I was looking for her, and she led me here, and I really didn't want to look, but it was the only place that made sense, and she's definitely the kind of cat to just come into someone's house, I swear I'm not a creep trying to break into your house! I just want my cat-"

"It's fine... She's... She's right here," the boy replies quietly, "You can let yourself in. The door's unlocked."

"Oh..." You rise, letting yourself in. You awkwardly shut the door behind you and shuffle your feet. Unmei reluctantly leaves the boy, jumping off the counter and swirling around your feet. "She, uh, she must like you. She isn't usually that cuddly," you awkwardly try to break the ice, gesturing to your cat. He shifts his eyes from you to your cat and back to you.

"Ah." And the silence returns. You couldn't take it. He couldn't either based on his rugged posture.

"So... do you usually do this?" You gesture around the room again. "Let random strangers into your house?" You're only slightly joking.

He clears his throat. "Well, um, you are my soulmate."

"I guess you're right..." you reply with a growing grin.

He didn't know why, but Kenma felt a familiar, but different nervous feeling in the pit of his stomach.

*~EXTENDED END~*

"Kenma? I felt bad leaving you alone all day while you were sick, so I- Who the fuck is this?"

Kuroo could hardly take in the sight in front of him. A girl sat next to Kenma on the couch, a movie lighting the dark room. Not only was there a GIRL, but Kenma was comfortably SNUGGLED AGAINST HER. When did this happen and why wasn't he told immediately?

"Oh. Hi. This is my soulmate, (Y/N)," Kenma explains coolly. He doesn't even bother to look away from the screen. Kuroo stares between you and Kenma with an intense gaze.

"Soul...mate..?"

Kenma hums, confirming the question.

"You met... how long ago..?"

Kenma ponders for a moment, checking the time on his phone. It was currently 9. You would have to get home soon. He was surprised by the fact he didn't want you to leave. "About 5 hours ago."

Kuroo remains utterly silent for a moment. Kenma ignores him, stuffing his phone back in his pocket before snuggling into you even more. He nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck, and closes his eyes. Kuroo couldn't believe this. Five... five hours ago. And Kenma didn't even think of telling him.

"WHAT THE FUCK, KENMA?"

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dvp95 · 3 years

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based on what i have seen/heard from him: feeling anxious in an unstructured social event, food sensitivity (i never believed that lactose intolerant story tbh), like you said the opposition to change, the tics he had as a young adult (meowing, biting, clawing, etc.). all of those are up for interpretation but i recognize a lot of traits i have myself in them

thank you for giving these specifics!!!! the food sensitivity is a huge one for me - when dan said "phil is going to get this specific dish from the indian place because he never hasn't in ten years" really spoke to me

and the opposition to change is such a Huge part of phil as We know him (not necessarily his core psyche or whatever but the person he presents to us), we can see it in really simple things like his own appearance and Lion or in more complicated emotional things he's shared with us like his attachment to his childhood home

obviously i am not going to pretend like i know the man. i know what he wants me to know and that's all i really care about, but these sort of thoughts and feelings are what influence my writing! all my phils are nd and most are autistic coded specifically, sorry about it

#daye answers

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lu-undy · 4 years

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Chapter 25 - SBT

Here it is!

"Meow."

Lucien woke up to a soft sensation on his face. Soft, but noisy… The fluffy ball purred and purred against his cheek and mouth.

"Perle, laisse-moi dormir, s'il te plaît…"

[Perle, let me sleep, please…]

More purring and the Frenchman's eyes slowly opened. He sighed.

"Me voilà réveillé maintenant, tu es contente?"

[Here, I am woken up now, are you happy yet?]

She mewled and it mixed in with her purring. Lucien smiled at the soft sounds.

"Tu as encore dormi dans mon lit?"

[You slept in my bed again?]

"Meow."

"Tu sais que tu as ton propre lit, non?"

[You know you have your own bed, don't you?]

"Meow." She put a paw on Lucien's head in his hair and played with the salt and pepper locks. He smiled. It was such a childish and innocent thing to do.

It had been a few weeks now that he adopted her and Perle had always refused to sleep in her bed. Lucien would put her there but she would always climb on his big bed and sleep next to him, on his very pillow sometimes.

"Meow."

She played with his hair, again and again until he raised his eyes to her and she looked down. He raised his hand and took her delicate paw with his index and thumb. The pads on her toes were pink and so small…! Her paw itself was extremely soft. She let him stroke it and stared in his eyes with her deep blue ones.

Perle purred and moved to brush herself on his mouth. He smiled and kissed her.

"Oui, ma petite, moi aussi je suis content de te voir."

[Yes, my little one, I too am happy to see you.]

She loved his kisses and purred as loud as her tiny body could. Lucien chuckled.

"Maintenant que je suis réveillé, je ferais mieux de me lever. Tu viens?"

[Now that I am woken up, I had better get up and do something useful. Do you want to come along?]

Lucien got out of his bed and like a reflex, he turned and opened his hands on the bed. Perle jumped on his palms and he gently put her on his shoulder while going through his morning routine. The only part that she was not participating in was his shower.

The first few days, she would cry and mewl at the base of the shower space. She would jump in too, run to Lucien's ankle and hold on there while complaining repeatedly about the wetness of the water. But the poor little kitten would rather get soaked than be far from her master.

However now, Perle and Lucien both had developed a way for this little comedy to stop. He would leave her outside of the shower but would continuously talk to her from inside. She would answer too, and that way, she didn't feel left behind. Sometimes he would tell her about his day, others, he would just play with her.

"Perle? Je vais sortir, mon petit… et… bouh!"

[Perle? I will now come out, my little one… and… booh!]

"Meow!"

Lucien peeked his head out and Perle mewled her enthusiasm. He went back to his room with her on his shoulder again and put her on the bed to choose his suit. While he put it on, she watched him and as she soon got bored, she climbed down the bed and got closer to the mirror that Lucien was facing.

Perle tilted her head left and right trying to understand who that white kitten was and what she wanted. Hm. She raised an uncertain paw and tried to touch the other kitten's.

"Tu ne te reconnais pas? C'est toi, Perle."

[You don't recognise yourself? It's you, Perle.]

"Meow!"

Now, there were two Luciens too! What the hell was that sorcery!

Lucien smiled at her bewilderment and finished adjusting his tie around his neck.

"Allez viens, on va petit-déjeuner."

[Come along, we will have breakfast.]

Lucien exited the room and went through the corridor when he realised that he didn't hear the awkward gallop and the rhythmic tics of Perle's little claws on the tiled floor. He turned his back and looked down. She hadn't followed him.

"Perle?"

He went back to the room and found her fighting her reflection in the mirror still.

"Perle?"

He called again from the threshold but she was too absorbed in her fight with that other vicious white kitten to listen.

"Mon bébé?"

[My baby?]

She stopped sharp, pricking her ears up, and raised her eyes to him, standing at the door.

"Tu viens?"

[Are you coming?]

"Meow!"

She ran at him and he squatted down to carry her and drop her on his shoulder again before heading for the main door.

"Bastien a dit qu'il viendrait ce matin. J'ai commandé quelque chose pour toi."

[Bastien said he would come today. I have ordered something for you.]

Lucien put on his vest and jacket, and went to retrieve the plastic box that the young man had left at his door, the day before. He had tried an omelette with onions and potatoes and Lucien found the result very promising, even if a few more herbs could have enhanced the flavours. The bell rang at the door.

"Ah…"

He opened the door and Bastien was there with a package in his hands.

"Package for you, L! Oh," Bastien saw Perle on her master's shoulder. "Hello, Pearl."

The baby cat hissed.

"Doucement, Perle."

[Calm down, Perle.]

Bastien chuckled.

"She doesn't like people?" He asked.

"Non, the only one she tolerates is me as far as I know." Lucien answered. "My apologies, she is a bit aggressive."

"It's alright."

"Ah, and I have a box for you, Bastien. I have left a note with my comments inside, but it was very good."

"Oh! Thank you so much!"

"Thank you."

Bastien took his box and went away.

"Alors, ma petite Perle, regarde ce que Papa Lulu t'as commandé."

[So, my little Perle, look what Papa Lulu ordered for you.]

Lucien froze. The last time he had called himself Papa was… He took a deep breath and screwed his eyes shut, frowning. The simple word "Papa" was enough to make his stomach turn. He needed a moment.

"Meow?" Perle brushed herself on him and his shoulders relaxed.

He sighed.

"Ce n'est rien." He lied.

[It's nothing.]

Lucien went to the table and with his knife, he opened the small cardboard box neatly.

"Voilà."

[Here it is.]

He removed the paper here and there and extracted a pink collar with a silver pendant, as well as a harness and leash. Those were dark red and made of leather.

"Comme ça, tu peux aussi te dégourdir les pattes."

[With this, you will be able to follow me around on foot.]

He gently put Perle on the table and put the collar on. Her name was engraved on it and behind, his own name and a phone number, in case she got lost. The pendant itself was shaped like a heart. Lucien then helped her in her harness and attached the leash to it.

"Now, let's have some breakfast, shall we?"

"Meow!"

They exited the suite and soon, the hotel entirely. Perle hadn't complained when Lucien put all those things on her. She was quite happy about it. Now, she could walk without fearing that Lucien would abandon her. Not only had he promised, but he now was linked to her all the time via that leash. So as long as she felt some very light tension on her shoulders, she knew he was there.

"Perle, attends."

[Perle, wait.]

She stopped, sat down and looked up at him.

"Quand le petit bonhomme est rouge là-bas, on attend. On ne traverse que quand il passe au vert."

[When the little man is red over there, we have to wait. We cross the road only when he turns green.]

Lucien explained calmly. But then, it hit him. He had gone through that before. His mouth had said those words. Ha, raising Perle really felt like raising a child. Again.

"Meow?"

"Why? Because otherwise a car might pass by and hurt us. So we have to wait for them to stop."

Perle was sitting at the edge of the pavement. She raised a paw in front of her.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk…!" Lucien pushed her paw back on the pavement with the tip of his expensive, varnished, dark brown shoe. "Non, non, non, mon bébé. Tu attends sur le trottoir."

[No, no, no, my baby. You wait on the pavement.]

The light switched to red for cars and green for pedestrians.

"Maintenant, on regarde à droite et à gauche pour être sûr, et on peut y aller."

[Now, we look right and left to be sure, and we may go.]

They crossed the street. The other pedestrians half guessed what Lucien was saying and only smiled at his fatherly tone with his kitten. But the Frenchman couldn't care less about what other people thought. His entire world was at the end of that leash. His entire, fluffy, tiny, baby world.

Soon, they entered Victoria's diner.

"Hey L!"

"Bonjour, Victoria."

[Hello, Victoria.]

"Oh, hello baby Pearl!" Victoria came closer and the baby cat hissed.

"My apologies, she doesn't really like people."

"She likes you though. Weird taste she has, that baby kitty." Victoria said with a smirk as Lucien sat at his usual table.

"V…" He answered.

"What? It's true!"

"Fair enough." Lucien admitted with a smile.

"Meow!" Perle mewled. She tried to climb on the banquette to join Lucien, but the edge was in plastic and she couldn't get any grip on it to climb.

"Ah, attends, viens ici."

[Ah, wait, come here.]

Lucien scooped her and put her on his lap.

"So, what will it be for you guys?" She asked.

"Coffee and croissant for me. And if you have a bit of milk for her, as usual…?"

"Sure!"

"What will you have?" He asked her.

"Uhm, just a hot chocolate."

"Add it to my bill please, and come back quickly, she's hungry." Lucien said, seeing how Perle gnawed on his fingers.

Victoria nodded and disappeared.

"Tu as faim?"

[Are you hungry?]

Perle dug her teeth a bit deeper against Lucien's fingers.

"Aïe, d'accord, j'ai compris, tu as faim, pas la peine de mordre."

[Ouch, fine, I get it, you are hungry, no need to bite.]

"Meow!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Lucien raised his index and looked at the the kitten seriously. "Pas la peine de geindre non plus. Et dis pardon, tu m'as mordu."

[No need to complain either. And say sorry, you have bitten me.]

"Meow!"

"Perle, tu veux que je me fâche?"

[Perle, do I need to tell you off?]

"Meow…"

"Je te pardonne. Mais ne recommence plus, d'accord?"

[I forgive you. But don't do it again, alright?]

Lucien put his hand flat on the table, palm facing upwards. Perle put her tiny paw in before jumping entirely in it and laying down.

"Here we are, coffee and croissant for the old man, milk for the kitty, and hot chocolate for me." Victoria laid them all on the table and sat opposite Lucien.

"Ah, many thanks, V. Perle, dis merci."

[Perle, say thank you.]

"Meow." She answered and went to the small plate with milk, to lap it.

"C'est bien, ma belle."

[Very good, my beautiful one.]

Lucien scratched her head and raised his cup to Victoria.

"Bon appétit."

"Thanks, to you too."

They both took a sip and it cleared their minds, especially Lucien's.

"So, you owe me, old man."

"Do I?" He asked.

"You got hired at the Queen Victoria or not?" She asked.

"I did. And here," Lucien put a paper on the table. "For you and your boyfriend."

Victoria blushed.

"How did you know? Did Joe tell you?"

Lucien smiled.

"Non, but I can tell when someone is in love."

"Oh, can you?" She teased.

"Mh-hm." He nodded. "Look at you, your cheeks are more pink than before, you wear clothes with brighter colours and you definitely smile more." Lucien explained.

"Oi! Are you saying I was grumpy before?" V asked.

"Well, I wasn't the one to say it." He answered with a chuckle.

"Oh yeah, you can laugh, you were grumpy too until you found Pearl, eh! And now look, you have completely adopted her, collar, leash and everything! You're even educating her as if she was a kid."

He nodded as he bit in his croissant.

"Oui, indeed, I do. She follows me almost everywhere."

They both looked at the baby cat who was lapping at the milk enthusiastically.

"Oh wait, those are actual free dinners?!" Victoria exclaimed when she read the leaflet that Lucien had given her.

"Oui, I got hired and I am the lead singer there now. I organise and manage the shows. You should come to see. The food is quite good, and the shows are the best."

"Sure, the shows are the best, eh? So much for bein' humble."

"Pardon my honesty." He said with a smirk.

"Jesus, you never stop…!"

He winked at her.

"But yeah, as much as it pains me to say it, you held your word and got hired in the poshest place in all of Oz…"

"Ha, and you had doubts…" He shook his head.

"How did you do it?" She asked.

"My usual confidence and a bit of charm."

"Christ almighty! You need to be told how to be humble!" Victoria said, exasperated.

"I don't think I need to be taught that." He arrogantly added, just for her to facepalm, and she did.

"Anyway, I'm happy you could find a job, and above all, someone to keep you company." Victoria said, looking down at Perle.

"Meow."

She was licking herself, trying to clean the milk on her face but couldn't reach it all.

"Viens, je vais te nettoyer."

[Come here, I will clean you.]

Lucien grabbed a paper towel and Perle hissed. She hated it.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Allons, ça ne va pas durer longtemps."

[Come on, it won't last long.]

He wiped her face and she clawed in the paper to shred it, hissing again. Lucien let go of it and let her destroy the thing. It stuck to her claws and paws, which made her even more mad. Both him and Victoria chuckled at the raging war between the kitten and the paper towel.

"Does she still cry when you leave?" Victoria asked.

"A bit, oui, I hear her mewling and clawing at the door. But when I come back home, I find her asleep on my pillow in the bed."

"Aww, such a cute baby she is."

"The most adorable, I think." Lucien said, looking at her with kind eyes.

-- Later, Lucien's suite --

Lucien had repeated the piece he wanted to play and sing for the next concert. It wasn't an easy piece, non, but he would do it. He would sing it in front of Duchemin, for her, that woman.

Perle was lying on the piano, her eyes half closed, staring at him. He stopped and took a deep breath before taking a glance at his watch. Lucien then stood up and went to put on his jacket.

Perle jumped down from the piano to the seat in front of it and finally the floor.

"Meow!"

"Je dois sortir de nouveau."

[I need to go out again.]

"Meow?"

"Non, tu ne peux pas venir, c'est pour le travail, ma belle."

[No, you can't come with me, it is for work, my beautiful one.]

Lucien pulled his trousers' legs up slightly and crouched down to scratch her head. Perle started mewling repeatedly. She knew he was about to go and leave her.

"Non, ma petite, je suis désolé, tu ne peux vraiment pas venir. Ce sont des affaires d'adultes, c'est bien trop dangereux pour un bébé comme toi."

[No, my little one, I am sorry, you really cannot come. This is adults' business, it's way too dangerous for a baby like you.]

He scooped her off her floor and kissed her head while she brushed herself against his mouth.

"Tu restes sage pour moi?"

[You keep quiet for me?]

Perle sat in his palms.

"Meow."

"Très bien. Je suis fier de toi."

[Very good. I am proud of you.]

He kissed her head again and heard her purr before dropping her on the floor again and leaving the flat. He locked the door and waited.

There was one muffled meow.

-- Maurice's street --

"Bonjour, Maurice."

"L, what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I have a matter to discuss with you. That, and a few questions."

"Do you need somewhere more calm?"

Maurice's question might have sounded idiotic as the dirty street was as calm as the air itself could be. But that was exactly why Lucien needed somewhere else. After all, one can't hear a conversation clearer than in pure silence.

"Oui, s'il te plaît."

[Yes, please.]

Mundy stood up and Lucien followed him. A few moments later, they found themselves in the beggar's hideout, underground.

"So, what can I do to help?"

"I went to the old hangar." Lucien started. "But someone showed up that ruined my plans and intentions."

"Ah?"

Lucien instantly saw the fake surprise in Maurice's eyes.

"Why didn't you tell me that there would be someone else?" The spy asked.

"I didn't think it would be relevant." Maurice answered. "But please, tell me how he managed to ruin your strategy, I am curious."

Lucien pointed to a chair. "May I?"

"Of course."

Both of them sat on wooden chairs, around the large oval table.

"Do you mind if I smoke?" Lucien asked.

"Be my guest."

"Many thanks." Lucien offered one to his host but Maurice declined. He lit his one and recounted the story.

"I intended to get myself captured so that Duchemin's men would take me straight to him. From there, I would deal with him."

"But?" Maurice anticipated.

"But, this hunter appeared and freed me from my captivity. A brilliant sharpshooter I must say. I know very few people who would have managed to pull the shots he did from such a distance. Every single bullet hit their target, not a single miss, and what bullets…? Custom made darts that I had never heard of before, a clever design."

There was the shadow of a smile on Maurice's lips.

"So I wonder." Lucien went on. "Who is he and why did you not tell me about him?"

"Ah, well, those questions both require long answers." Maurice cleared his throat. "What did he tell you about himself?"

"That he is a hunter but his preys are poachers, not beasts. If not for those outstanding shots he took, I would have taken him for a local hippie. However, there is something in his impressive accuracy that my head cannot quite understand. No simple hunter can be that skilled. Even during my time in the army there were atrociously few people who could shoot with such precision on so many shots. Non, there is more to that man."

Lucien paused to catch his breath.

"He told me he is also after Duchemin. I told him it was stupid and he would end up dead. His answer struck me."

"What did he say?" Maurice asked.

"Don't care." Lucien quoted the tall hunter.

Maurice smiled.

"Doesn't that remind you of anyone?" The beggar asked with a smirk. "Someone who wants Duchemin dead more than anything else?"

The Frenchman frowned and took a drag off of his cigarette.

"Is he my enemy?" He asked Maurice.

"Did he seem like one?" Maurice answered.

"Why do I have the feeling that you are hiding something about that man from me?" Lucien asked.

"Maybe that is because I am."

"Why not tell me?"

"Maybe that is because you have to find out for yourself."

Lucien raised his sharp eyes to Maurice. The beggar was smiling through his bushy grey beard.

#tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #sniperspy #SBT

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Listen, you can't expect to reblog am ask game for an oc and NOT expect me to send half of the numbers. So: 2, 4, 5, 9, 10, 13, 15, 20, 29, 32, 36, 43, 47

2. Do they have any "isms"/verbal tics/personal phrases? I don't understand this question too well but Robbie says "I come from out of town" anytime someone asks them where they're from. They picked it up from a dear friend, and for both of them it secretly meant "I'm from a different dimension."

4. Do they have any odd or irrational fears? Their fears are fairly rational! Their biggest fear is blood/gore and they are appropriately scared (though perhaps not scared enough) of the monsters they fight. I would say their most irrational/unlikely fear is falling forever.

5. Are they good at fine motor skills (like knitting)? Absolutely! Robbie is a chef so they kind of have to be good at fine motor skills in order to not chop any fingers off. They've not learned to knit because they don't have the time but if somebody handed them a pair of needles and some yarn then they would LOVE to be taught.

9. Do they have any guilty pleasures? Robbie actually really likes horror films. That doesnt sound like a guilty pleasure on its own, but they don't tell ANYONE that they like horror because they are SUCH a baby when they watch even the cheesiest of scary movies. They have to cover their eyes for the gorey parts but they live for the fictional thrill

10. Do they have any pets? They have their familiar, Mr. Muffins the owl, and they also have a pet cat named Chickadee (Chicky or Dee for short)! Chickadee is a black cat and thats her name because she chirps more than she meows. She's allowed in Robbie's dorm as a therapy pet of sorts. Robbie misses her a lot; they've been on so many missions that come out of the blue that they haven't seen her in quite some time

13. What's their favorite kind of weather? They enjoy mild weather, preferably with no clouds because at night they like looking up at the moon and stars with no clouds in the way. They're used to brisk weather, having lived in New England their whole life, so they're slightly more comfortable in the cold. They tend not to complain about feeling hot or cold but in the rare cases they do, they usually feel cold.

15. Do they have any marks or scars on their body? So initially when I made them they had a scar on the right side of their chin but in my redesign I removed it because I just couldn't come up with a backstory behind it, not even a boring one. Since they've started going on a lot of adventures and fighting monsters (and having to roll death saves more often than my heart can take), they've been accumulating scars, though most of them are under their clothes. Also, by virtue of being a chef, their hands are well-calloused and their fingers have a lot of little cut and burn scars all over them.

20. Do they have any recurring physical tics or ailments? Their left eye starts to twitch when they feel a panic attack coming on; when Robbie covers their left eye with their hand then you know something's up. Also, in the campaign story there is an illness that can turn people into awful monsters called Behemoths, and it transfers by touching Behemoths ESPECIALLY their blood or saliva which is this black ooze (though the transformation does not need to be immediate). Robbie got bitten by one, and therefore is a candidate for behemism. Ever since that happened, they've had chronic headaches and sudden bouts of intense nausea, which occur more often when they are stressed or in despair.

29. Do they have daily or weekly routines? Every night they journal their day and every morning they journal their dreams! The journaling idea is inspired by the fact that I am the only player in the party that takes notes, and eventually I just started taking notes from Robbies POV.

32. Do they like horror/creepy things/true crime/Halloween? As previously mentioned they love horror! But they don't like creepy things or true crime. They love Halloween though!!

36. What do they consider home? Robbie used to have an answer for this but they don't really, not anymore. The world is so much more vast than they ever even imagined, and they're an outcast wherever they are. One of the only people who could understand their situation is missing and presumed dead. Once Robbie's finished their mission and figured out what happened to him, they won't really know where to go.

43. Where do they live? They live in a college dorm but in their current mission they've been staying in hotels, motels, holiday inns, friend's houses, secret bases, wherever they can.

47. Are there any common experiences they haven't had? Before literally going to different dimensions, they never really traveled! Robbie's never really ventured outside of New England. They also have never gotten a driver's license.

#hi i want you to know Ive been working on this reply since the second you sent the ask #and nothing has made me happier or more fulfilled in the last week #you are a blessing #thank you so much #robbie #oc #oc robbie fuller

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