Crush: Klaus x Raeger

Day five of the Valentine’s Event and we have a request from wtfrylanxx for a fic with Klaus and Raeger admitting they have crushes on each other! Sorry the pace has slowed, guys, but I’m almost out of requests, so keep ‘em coming!

Hope you like it!

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Klaus had been a solitary bachelor for long enough that he knew how to cook for himself, and yet for the third night this week, he found himself walking to the local restaurant for dinner. For a few weeks now, he had found himself there, sometimes for more than one meal in a day, sitting at a table in the back of the room and eating delicious food. He wasn’t one for indulging in food typically -- usually he didn’t have much appetite, preferring the smell of food to the taste of it. But here he sat, spending money on some truly tasty food, when his typical practice was to eat as bland food as possible at home so as to not affect his sense of smell such that he couldn’t continue working into the night.

And tonight he was finally going to admit, to himself and one other person, what exactly he was doing there so much.

Trust: Cam x Lillian

Day 4 of the Valentine’s Event! Requested by an anon, a Cam x Lillian fic. Hope you like it!

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As a kid, Cam gravitated toward cats because earning their affection and trust was a triumph, an honor. He was a friendlier person in his youth, called charming on more than a dozen occasions -- people tended to like him quickly, easily, and as spoiled as it made him sound, he wanted it to come a little harder. He recognized that he dwelt too much in his own head with these things, that there was nothing wrong with someone liking him, but still, there was something comforting in needing to earn approval, earn more than a brief glance. It made him feel as if he was better known, like maybe there was more to like about him than just what could be seen at a glance. He picked up a sense of aloofness from the cats he liked, and sure enough, it was harder for him to make friends now, harder to be liked in an instant.

Careful: Neil x Rod

And here’s day 3 of the Valentine’s Event, a request from fandomfanficsgalore for something with Neil and Rod! Hope you like it!

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Neil awoke one drizzly spring morning to a loud cry from outside and the soft sound of a dog whining at his door. Grumbling at the early hour (even that peppy farmer wouldn’t be up for an hour or two yet), Neil pulled his coat on and cracked his door to see a little brown dog licking at a collapsed person on the path not ten feet from Neil’s door -- the goggles and spiky hair (hardly flattened at all by the rain) gave it away. “Rod!” Neil yelped, stumbling out into the mud and wet barefoot to kneel and roll Rod from his side onto his back. He groaned (that was a relief, at least) and Neil gasped, “Rod, what happened, are you okay?” He carefully lifted Rod’s head, searching for what was wrong. He had a big gash along his temple, bleeding badly, and his ankle seemed at a wrong ankle. A bundle had fallen into the mud, under Rod’s leg.

Magic: Chase x Wizard

I AM SO SO SORRY. Our internet is ~finally~ functioning closer to normal, so I’m going to post two fics a day for the Valentine’s Event until I’m caught back up!

This request for day 2 of the event is from flareons, featuring Chase trying to impress Wizard with his cooking. Hope you like it!

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After knocking on the Wizard’s door, Chase shifted from foot to foot anxiously, glaring at the pot in his arms. He’d stuffed it with a variety of food -- more vegetables than could reasonably fit in one dish, some fruits, a few eggs, most of a bottle of milk, flour, sugar... Half his emergency pantry, really. If this wasn’t his favorite, industrial, half-the-town-is-snowed-in-the-bar-and-they’re-all-hungry pot, it wouldn’t have been able to hold all of it. In his front apron pocket, he’d tucked a few utensils and a versitile pan.

He didn’t need to be this nervous. How many times had he made much more complicated dinners for critics or important people and never broken a sweat? Food had been the focus of his life for so long that he dreamed in tastes, and with the tools and ingredients he’d brought, he could make half a dozen of his best recipes with his eyes closed.

Still. He was nervous.

Language: Candace x Phoebe

Phoebe hadn’t spent much time with Candace, not until she thought one day about a machine that might make the process of turning materials into yarn easier, and she wanted to sell such a machine to the tailors. She showed up, she’d lugged the thing down from the mountains, and while the seamstress was polite and quiet in her rejection, it was a rejection all the same. And Phoebe was more dogged than to be pushed off so lightly, especially when she’d brought the machine so far.

looking at SoS, I kinda ship Iris with like

everyone

she's so beautiful any person in that game would be lucky

I'mma put out another drabble soon! I think I'll go with a non-canon ship from a game where there were rivals, just to mix things up.

Got any crackships in mind?

Walls: Neil x Iroha

A long time ago, he figured out that it was easier if he didn't care if anyone liked him. If he didn't care if they hated him, if they thought he was rude or obnoxious with skin like a rusty nail (don't touch), then, fine. He could be barbed. He would build a wall so tall and thick that no one could ever reach him, buried deep through on the other side. He made a bear of himself, deep in hibernation, deep into his own winter, and anyone who tried to wake him got snapped.