Instead of calling the island rep ‘cousin’ redd immediately calls them “darling” and rep has no idea that he usually calls everyone cousin hehehe
Fejgeifwkcssfk this is so cute aaa!!
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The kitsune watched the dim horizon, more grey than anything else. It'd be raining like this all day, Redd was certain. His ear twitched as raindrops hit against his fur, his busted up umbrella not providing much sanctuary from the elements
"Redd!" The kitsune turned about at the call of your voice. Normally, he'd turn tail at the sound of folks shouting his name,(usually they'd sound much angrier and maybe even be carrying torches and pitchforks as they run him outta town), but you were, of course, an exception.
Fighting against the urge to flee, Redd watched as you scampered up to him, all dressed up in a raincoat and hat and boots. Your footfalls caused small splashes of rainfall to hit against your rubber shoes.
"Well, if it isn't my favorite customer!" The kitsune flashed his sharp teeth at you, eyes crinkling as he grinned. "Heya, darlin'."
Something warm bubbled up in his chest as he watched you act all bashful at the nickname. As far as you knew, he called everyone that! Part of him didn't want you to know that that wasn't the case, that he saw you as his one and only, his darling.
"Do you have anything new in?" You asked, almost bouncing with excitement.
"You know I do, darlin'!" Redd nodded, bouncing on the heels of his hind paws. The thought of you buying another fake excited him beyond belief! You having no choice but to hang them up in your house, another chance for Redd to look on on you!... It wasn't like, spying or anything! Simply… Watching over you, but without your knowledge. He was just protecting you, looking out for you!
"That's great, I-," You trailed off, eyes finding their way to Redd's umbrella. "Oh no, your umbrella!"
Redd flushed, waving you off. "What, this? Oh, don't worry. It's just the style! I- it's like ripped jeans, you know, darling?"
You simply rolled your eyes, digging through the supplies you had on you.
Redd almost physically recoiled in shock as you presented your gift to him - an umbrella you purchased from the Nooklings not too long ago.
"Here," You handed the umbrella over to the kitsune. "I don't want you catching a cold."
Redd held the umbrella in both his paws, unable to process that someone had been so… Kind to him. A smile, a genuine one, twitched onto his lips. Warmth bloomed from his chest and spread throughout his body, and his tail wagged happily behind him. See? This is why he loved ya, darling!... AND why he had to watch over you! Do you know how many folks out there would take advantage of a sweetheart like you?
"Well…" Crazy Redd smirked, folding up the busted umbrella and quickly opening up his new one. "I suppose if you insist!"
You simply laughed and rolled your eyes once again, listening to the kitsune as he chatted and led you to his boat.
In the Residential Services building, a tanooki glared daggers from the window.
i'm kind of new to this, but maybe something with that date promised to Isabelle? Ice cream or Brewster's? sorry, i don't have a ton of ideas but i loved the Isabelle x reader story you wrote about getting her to go home and rest. so happy i found your tumblr!
Omigosh thank you! Haha I was looking for an excuse to do something with Isabelle again, so this is perfect! I don't love the original but I'm glad you do haha - Enjoy!
P.S: does anyone else miss Brewster's? The feature where you could work there was so unique!
-Author Jam
"Oh, you're a little early - not that I mind, of course, I was already ready to go - err, not to seem..." Isabelle trailed off, and you laughed. "No, no, it's fine! I was excited, so sorry if I'm here too soon," you said, and she shook her head with a smile, "I'm excited too. Let me grab my bag and then we'll be off."
You stood in the doorway, trying your best not to look like you were peeking around inside of her house - it was small, like she'd never even considered asking Nook for an expansion; you didn't blame her, you were still paying off your own gigantic loan. Regardless, it was nice; even cute, with a lot more pastel colors than what you would have expected of her, and you could swear you heard Space K.K playing faintly in the background, which wasn't a terribly unfit choice.
You were still pondering her musical choices when she stepped up to you, purse under arm. "Well," she said with a smile that you returned, "Let's go. I could do with a cup of coffee right about now, I skipped mine this morning. I guess I'm a little bit of a scatterbrain, I woke up late too..." Chuckling at her clumsy nature, you shook your head and offered her an arm, which she gladly linked her own with.
As you walked about the 'sidewalk', you took note that she seemed to have made an extra effort. She had exchanged her usual professional-ish getup of a button-up and skirt with a more flowy looking dotted green dress with a brown belt about the hip and a puffy, flowy skirt; the ensemble being complimented by white socks and black mary-janes. Even her hair tie was swapped out! The previously red simple tie was replaced with a white ribbon that was tied into a bow at the back. You found the ensemble quite cute, not that anyone was in need of knowing so.
As you walked up to Brewster's, the newest cafe on the island, she turned her head to look and you and gave a soft smile, which you returned, a moment later dramatically opening the door for her and giving her a playful wink, to which she giggled at and humored you with a curtsey before stepped inside, with you following behind.
As you got your orders and sat at a table, she looked across at you, shyly stirring her coffee long after the milk was mixed in. "Thank you for caring enough to take me out," she said, and before you could reply she giggled bashfully and giggled, "I don't get out very often, so sorry if I seem a bit unsociable. I promise I am thankful." There she went apologizing again!
You took her spare hand, and she sucked in a breath and looked at you with rosy cheeks. "Come on, Isabelle, you don't have to keep thanking me and apologizing for being yourself. Don't worry, I don't think negatively of you. I'm glad you're getting out of that office, though. Nook must get tiring for a while," you said, and she laughed, covering her mouth politely.
"Maybe a little bit," she said, looking off to the side, and you both laughed, looking back at each other fondly.
I've see your yandere Tom Nook and yandere Isabelle teaming up and raise you; yandere Tom Nook vs yandere Crazy Redd
Crazy Redd: *looks at you*
Tom: *goes crazy goes feral*
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Today was the day.
A feeling of melancholy hung over you as you made your way over to the campsite. You tried your best not to feel guilty - he had this coming. He'd been harassing your fellow islanders, his paintings had been exposed as fraudulent by Blathers, his prices were ridiculous! You could go on and on.
Everyone was in agreement - it was time for Redd to go.
The fox wasn't even using the proper campsite, choosing instead to shack up his tent beside it! You kept your face neutral as your eyes roamed over the sign across his tent - "Black Market', with the "Black" shoddily scribbled out with a red marker. You remembered thinking it cute when you first saw it.
Though, as much as you hated to admit it… Part of you was a teensy bit sad to see him go. He had this charm to him, but, it was most likely a learned trait - after all, charisma is a necessity when you're a conman. Still, you couldn't help but find him a bit endearing. His way of speaking, his playful nature, his flirtations. He seemed to favor you out of everyone else on the island, only charging you 3,000 bells your first time shopping there.
You rolled your eyes at the memory. What a gentleman.
Even still, you found yourself coming back to him, even in spite of Tom's insistence that he was a bad egg. Sometimes, you talked for quite a bit with him - about art, his travels, life on the island, your past, his past. You could tell he wasn't being completely truthful about, well, a lot of what he told you. It was like a game. Like his artwork, it was all about seeing through the inconsistencies and finding the truth in between the lies.
And, maybe, just maybe, it'd be fine if it were just you - someone who learned rather quickly how to detect Redd's frauds and had enough bells to spare just in case you were wrong. But, this was bigger than you. Redd was robbing your friends of their bells and went so far as to verbally harass them and chase them off whenever you came around. Enough was enough.
The only reason he was even allowed to stick around as long as he did was that Tom had a big enough heart to believe that Redd had changed.
You stepped into the tent, brushing past the tarp entrance, finding Redd dusting off his statues and paintings.
He turned about, flashing a wolfish grin as he spotted you. He set down his feather duster and trotted over to you, his tail beginning to wag.
"Well, if it isn't my favorite Island Rep!" Redd greeted you, eyes crinkling as he smiled. "What can I do ya for, Cousin? I'm afraid I don't have any new works in yet, but I do still have the ones ya turned down!"
"Redd, those are frauds." You said, deadpan.
"You wound me, Cousin!" The fox said, dramatically swooning and feigning hurt.
"I'm sorry, Redd, but it's over," You told the fox. "As Island Representative, I've come to tell you that as of today, you're being evicted from the island's premises. You have by tomorrow to pack up your stuff and leave.'
"What?" Redd recoiled in shock, his confident mask breaking. "You've gotta be kiddin' me! I didn't do anything wrong!"
"You've been selling fraudulent works of art, overcharging for them, and have been repeatedly harassing the folks living here. We have every right to ask you to leave."
"Come on, Cuz'! Anything's legal when the coppers aren't around! And, last time I checked, we still haven't gotten a police station built."
"Stop trying to weasel your way out of this, Redd! You're lucky Tom's given you the day to get out instead of just shipping you out on the next plane out of here."
"Oh, Nook's an old fuddy-duddy! And he's gone soft, anyway." Redd replied, waving you off. "You know, he didn't use to be as much of a goody two-shoes as he is now."
"I'm aware." You said, frowning deeply. "Everyone has their past. Everyone can change. Tom thought that, maybe, you had changed. But, you didn't. And Isabelle, Tom, and I… We all decided that it'd be for the best if you leave."
"Aw, c'mon! Listen, Nook is an old fool and that Isabella-"
"Isabelle." You corrected.
"Whatever. She's just a goody two-shoes! And everybody else on this island is a sucker! You're one of the good ones, though. You're smart. You can see what's real and what's not. We could make bank together! You and me, we could go places!"
"Redd, stop, it's over."
"But-!"
"No, it's done."
You watched as the fox's face fell, his body looking as though it was deflating as his arms hung limply at his sides. You didn't like how it hurt your heart.
He sighed deeply. "Okay, okay, I see I can't convince ya. I'm sorry."
You didn't respond, trying your best to keep your face neutral and your gaze stern.
"Okay, look," The fox spoke up again. "I… I actually really care about you, okay? So, if I can't convince you to let me stay or join me, then the least I can do is make it up to you."
You quirked your brow. You… Certainly hadn't expected this. It wasn't like Redd to be giving. Or to give, at all, actually.
The fox moved over to a sheet that had covered a large object of some sort. You had figured that it was merely keeping the dust off one of his statues… But now, you were curious.
With a flourish, Redd removed the tarp, revealing… A metal cage. You blinked in surprise, you face scrunching up in confusion. What on Earth had made Redd come to the conclusion that you would have wanted this?
As quickly as the thought came, though, you suddenly felt guilty. Crazy Redd had gone out of his way to get you something, despite how outlandish it may seem. Goodness knows you'd received stranger gifts - Kody had gifted you that utility pole the other day… And, even still, you didn't want to turn down an opportunity to push Redd in the right direction.
"Thank you, Redd." You managed a nervous smile, stepping toward the cage.
You stared into the open maw of your gift. You had to hold back a shudder - the cage seemed to radiate a cold feeling of dread. You noticed a lock by where the door would close, and wondered if there was a key that went with it-
You were suddenly slammed forward, soaring into the cage and crashing against the bars of the cage, the metal pressing coldly against your skin. You stumbled, in a daze, as you turned about. The sound of metal clashing against metal rang in your ears as the fox slammed the door, sharp teething flashing as he smiled deviously. In his paws, he held a key, quickly locking the door before you could get your bearings.
You launched forward (as much as you could, considering the small space), hands grasping against the bars. Your eyes were wide and wild as you bore into the fox.
"Redd! What are you doing?!" You cried, heart rabitting in your chest.
The fox's tail flicked playfully, his smile wide. "Hey, if I have to leave this little vay-cay spot, I might as well take a souvenir, right?"
"This isn't funny," Your voice was shaky, and you could feel tears building within your eyes. "Let me go!"
"No can do, Cousin," The fox tutted. "You're one in a million. You see… I've really grown to like you. I can't just let ya go! You don't belong here with these nobodies. So, I'll do like ya ask and get outta here by nightfall, and you're comin' with me!"
Dread filled you to the brim as the fox chuckled. One of his paws reached out to grasp your wrist, pulling it past the bars. He leaned down to press a kiss to it, purrs and chuckles bubbling up from his throat.
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Tom was worried.
Of course, there was a constant feeling of worry in the back of his mind when it came to you - how were you doing? Were you getting enough rest? Getting enough to eat or drink? Was anyone bothering you? Where were you? Did you need any help?
But, now, he had a real reason to be. He had sent you out earlier that day to kick out a...Particular nuisance, a ghost of his past, a reminder of pf everything gone wrong in his past and everything he could have ended up being, if he hadn't learned from his mistakes. And, he wanted to believe that the same could be said for Crazy Redd.
Now, he knew that he should have followed his gut and booted that fox off the island the moment he set his thieving paws on the soil.
He had plenty of reasons to be concerned, to be angered - Redd was up to his old, slimy tricks, making bank off of scamming poor innocent folks. Though, as much as it shamed him to admit, what really got his hackles raised was how much he seemed to distract you. Redd was no good, and you were practically the definition of goodness! Redd didn't deserve to be near you. He didn't even deserve to be on the same island as you!
The tanooki fiddled with his paws nervously. What a fool he was, sending you off to deal with Redd on your own. You may have been the Island Representative and he and Isabelle knew you could hold your own, but… Redd wasn't like the other villagers.
He maintained a causal visage as he made his way over to the campsite, waving as various villagers as he did. He didn't want anyone to panic. Once he was out of view and the fox's tent grew closer, he steeled his gaze, marching faster and with purpose. It was becoming difficult to quell the anger boiling within him, unconsciously unsheathing his claws.
Upon closer inspection, a new sign was hung across the tent. In big bold letters, "CLOSED! NOW SCRAM!" was scrawled, along with a doodle of an angry fox. Tom's fur bristled and stood on end as he almost tore open the tent's tarp entrance.
He paused mid-step, eyes going wide as he took in the sight before him. Redd was pushing a gag into your mouth as you squirmed and fought within the confines of a cage. His mind went totally blank as he stood, frozen by the sight in front of him.
Redd jumped as he spotted the figure out of the corner of his eye, glaring and turning about. "Hey, can't you read!?-"
The fox fell deathly silent and still, the wind taken out of his sails. Both animals simply stared at each other..
You spat out the gag, breaking the silence. You grabbed tightly at the bars. "Tom, please, help me!"
Your voice brought him back to the present. Fury rose up within him, the only thing within his mind was his anger at the fox in front of him - not just for bringing his slimy, horrible business to his island, but for trying to capture you and take you away from him! A deep growl built up in his throat as he shook with rage.
Redd took a step back, smiling nervously. "Heya, Tom, ol' buddy, ol' pal-!"
Redd was silenced as both you and he witnessed something neither of you had ever seen - Tom growled loudly, opening his maw to reveal a set of sharp teeth, drool dripping from his mouth.
Redd couldn't even more before the tanooki charged forward, running on all fours and colliding with him, slamming him to the ground. Tom hissed and growled at him, raising a paw in the air and unsheathing his claws. Redd squeaked in fear, curling in on himself and hiding his face.
Tom's paws dove into Redd's pockets, digging out a key and scrambling off of him and rising to his full height. He bayed and hissed and growled and screamed at the fox, chasing him as Redd got to his feet, darting out the door.
You watched from the cage breathing heavily and blood pounding in your ears. You listened as the Tanooki's roars faded away. And you waited.
It wasn't long before you heard fast footfalls returning to the tent.
And you almost cried with relief when Tom returned to you, hurrying over and fumbling with the key in his paws to free you.
You fell into his arms, weeping as he held you. You let him shush you and hold you and rub at your back. He whispered soft comforting words and nuzzled against you.
When you looked up at him, you noticed his fur was a bit disheveled. Cute.
"I'm sorry if I scared you," He apologized. "I… Must have lost myself back there."
You couldn't help but laugh, sniffling somewhat. "S'okay, I… Just, thank you so much. He wanted to take me away. I don't know what would have happened if he managed to sneak me out."
"I would never have let that happen," Tom reassured you. "I chased him all the way onto the seaplane, so you don't have to worry about him anymore, hm?"
"Thank you…" You closed your eyes, melting into his warmth as he held you.
"... If you wanted to take a break from your duties as Representative, I'd understand. You went through so much... You deserve a break, yes?"
You simply hummed in response.
Tom knew it was wrong, but… In a way, he was grateful for what had happened. This had sent you right into his arms, where you belong. It felt so nice to hold you.
You were safe, you were still here and you always would be, you were his, he would protect you. Tpm nuzzled against you, rubbing his cheeks against you as he held you, scenting you - that way, everyone would know you were his, and nothing bad would ever happen again.
Wilbur huffed and puffed as hs carried your unconscious form back to the pier, the seaplane bobbing up and down in the dark water, it's side occasionally bumping against the side of the dock.
Wilbur panted heavily as he came to a stop, still holding you tight against himself - the moment he saw you go down, he'd raced off to rescue you faster than he thought possible, and then he ran back to the dock even faster (Goodness knows when any of those creepy-crawlies would try to get the jump on him, too!)
The dodo eventually sighed, clecting himself and straightening up. He didn't know what compelled you to try and catch those darn things, but as long as it made you happy… Perhaps you just liked the little buggers enough to risk your hide over it? He shook his head, feeling his heart ache a bit as he replayed the vision of you collapsing in his mind's eye. Wilbur involuntarily shuddered at the thought.
Though he'd only seen you through your journeys onto different mysterious, deserted islands near your homebase, Wilbur felt very… Attached to you. And who could blame him! You DID take quite a lot of those trips, and… Good golly, you were just too cute to resist! He loved your bravery and adventurous spirit and your wide-eyed wonder and excitement. It was all so endearing…
Ah, but you'd never like him like he did you…
Worry lines dug into his forehead as he regarded your still unconscious form, ready to bust out his walkie-talkie to radio in a Red Alert NOVEMBER OSCAR WHISKER-!
But…
Wilbur's thin eyebrows rose as he looked down at you - as though he was only truly looking at you for the first time, right now, where everything seemed to click into place. Of course, he'd seen you like this before. Many times, in fact. And many times before, he'd thought you looked… Perfect like this. Perfect. It was the only word he could use to describe how you looked now. There was no other word close enough to describe your unconscious form, lest he simply remain speechless.
Perfection.
He'd have simply derailed such odd train of thought before. But now… How the moon shone so beautifully upon you, the calm expression upon your features, how your chest rose and fell so rhythmically. Perfect.
Wilbur leaned closer, a quiet trill building up in his throat. This was wrong, he knew that, but even still, he couldn't resist. It felt… Inevitable, really. If not now, then some other night. Something inside him had been building up to this very moment. Something Wilbur bloomed or snapped or twisted and sent him barrelling toward this very moment.
His wings shook with nervousness as he pulled you even tighter against his form, your face pressing against the feathers on his neck. The feeling made him shiver, and a low crooning noise bubbled up from his throat.
He let your head loll back, exposing your neck to him. The dodo let out an excited chirp. He didn't know why he found you so enticing like this, but he was too far gone to care.
The dodo crooned as he nuzzled against your exposed neck with his beak. Wilbur slowly worked his way up to groom your hair, closing his eyes in contentment and delight. His smile widened as he inhaled your scent. You just smelt so wonderful! He rubbed and nuzzled his own cheeks against you, trying to rub off his own scent onto you.
He wrapped his wings around you as best he could, beginning to sway and rock his body against you, out of pure instinct. His vocalizations rose in volume as he realized that it felt… Good. Really good. Better than anything he'd ever felt before, like something was building up in him, like how you'd slowly roll up a snowball until it was gigantic. He...- He needed more, more of you-!
And then you groaned softly as you awoke, feeling the strain in your muscles from hunting tarantulas for most of the night. As consciousness welcomed you with it's arms outstretched, you could vaguely register the sound of a deep voice gasping. You blinked and felt the wood of the dock rushing up to meet you as Wilbur set you down. The world was spinning and a headache rocked against your skull.
You didn't even notice how much your hair and clothing was mussed up…
If you were in better shape, you'd have noticed Wilbur's blush, too. "G- good to see you in the waking world again! You gave me quite the scare, almost called a red alert… Be careful out there, okay?"
You nodded weakly and headed back onto the island, head hung… And completely unaware of how Wilbur stared off after you, wide eyes hidden behind his aviators.
May I ask for Redd content? I love him and barely see anything of him.
THE TIME HAS COME
🧡 Redd was a simple fox, only wanting for simple things - a roof over his head, some ramen, painting supplies, and a bunch of suckers he can swindle into buying his frauds. This was all Redd needed, and this was how he lived for quite a long time. Yes, Redd was a simple fox with simple needs. Was. And then, he met you. Oh, how sweet and naive you were - it was cute! How quickly you trusted him, the cute, surprised expression on your face when he presented his starting price for the scary painting he had on him, how you had giddily ran off to the museum to present your new painting to the curator. It was… Downright adorable! Oh yes, Redd would be coming back to this island VERY soon.
🖼You… Aren't like the rest of the suckers he's robbed of their bells. You're… Different. Redd finds that he legitimately likes your company. It's a welcome reprieve from having to spend his time alone, out at sea on his rickety boat. You're someone who likes him, even when everyone else despises him - you're his "cousin." You're someone special. He likes you, a lot, more than he has anyone in quite a long time…- Oh, but that doesn't mean he's gonna stop you from buying any fraudulent paintings! The customer's always right an' all that, ya know?
🧡 Don't worry, though! As a yokai, (Just keep that fact a little secret between you and him, okay?), Redd can create illusions and can enchant his paintings! He loves to think about the cute expression on your face when you go to hang up one of his paintings on your wall, only to notice something off about it. And, he uses them to take a peak at you while he's away at another island! It's like he's really there in the room with you!...Except you can't tell he's there, watching you. He especially likes to pop in while you're sleeping - you look so calm and peaceful then! It's so cute! And, uh, it TECHNICALLY isn't spying! You bought the painting, after all! If anything, you basically invited him to look in on you!
🖼You start to notice the fox seeming to follow you around when he comes back to your little island. He's started craving your contact, with how you listen to him, enjoy his company, even just tolerating him. No one's done that for him for a very, very long time, cousin. No one, but you. And he loves it. He craves your presence, your contact - so, of course, can you really blame him for wanting to be close to you? For wanting to be around you? To keep you aboard his ship for just a teensy bit longer? Redd certainly thinks he's not being unreasonable…
🧡 When he's making his forgeries, Redd eventually notices that he's forming your face into his work. But, that only makes sense, does it not? Much like the artworks made by the greatest artists known to man and beast - you are inspiring, a staple to a culture, a fine work of art. You… Are his muse. Eventually, he decides to make an entire statue made in your image! It's almost as good as the real thing. He'll keep the statue of you for himself, until he's able to keep the real you all to himself. He'll hold and hug and cuddle and caress the faux-you, hoping for and imagining the say when he can be this affectionate to the real you, his dearest muse.
🖼One day, you may notice Redd having more of a skip in his step, more antsy. You assume he's just excited to show his new work to you, seeing as he gets more excitable when you go down to the bottom deck to look over his stock. He disappears for a moment, saying he needs to get something. Only a moment later are you startled by the sudden rocking of the ship, racing above deck to see Redd steering the ship away from your island. The fox yips and wags his tail in delight and pure joy, saying that now you and he can finally be together forever!
LOVED the idea of tom getting more possessive of his perceived partner (island rep) during his heat so i added some hints of that in here…. HOPE YOU ENJOY!!! god bless the anon option lmao.
It’s a constant itching under his skin, heat permanently settled under his fur and feverish shivers making his tail twitch. If there’s anything Tom despises, it’s whenever his heat decides to come around again. Especially now. There’s so much left to do on the island, so many resources he needs to gather for new houses, so many unreturned phone calls and emails that are practically taunting him. He would’ve felt worse if he hadn’t shown up to work at all. But even now he’s sitting here, eyes dry from staring at his computer for too long, he still can’t focus. Unsavoury thoughts plague his mind and maybe he should’ve just locked himself in his house already. Alone.
Then, the door opens. He smells you long before you enter his sight. Oh, Tom loves you, adores you with his entire heart even, however, you were about to last person he wanted near him. Who should be near him, more accurately. Though the less rational part of his brain is protesting against the very thought of you ever leaving his sight again. Your scent fills his nostrils, his entire being really, and he digs his nails into the wood underneath his fingers. It’s intoxicating, muddling his thoughts until the only thing he can thinks of is how your hands might feel against his fur. Drool threatens to spill from his mouth. His tail wags without pause, hitting the side of his chair.
If Isabelle hadn’t noticed before, she definitely knew what was going on now. She exchanges glances between you and him, face dusting pink, before she goes to make conversation. An attempt at a distraction, her movements jittery. Their conversation fades into meaningless chatter A low growl builds in the back of his throat, fingers curling further. Isabelle’s nice, she’s a friend, he has to remind himself, the only reason she’s doing this is to keep you from making a complete fool of yourself. To keep him from ruining whatever chance he might have. She’s not trying to take them away for you.
Oh, and he wonders in that little bit you’re there, his thoughts the only thing keeping him from pouncing on your right then and there. His last lucid thought is how glad he is to have dealt with plenty of heats, to have at least have some form of self control left. He wonders about how soft your skin might be underneath his hands, what sounds you would make. Heat flushes through him. He’d have to be careful with his teeth and claws, wouldn’t he?... Hurting you… Such a thing simply couldn’t stand. He wanted to make you feel amazing.
You don’t hang around for too long, thankfully. He looks down. His desk is gross with drool and damaged by his nails. His mind doesn’t have the clarity to think about cleaning it, heart still nearly beating out of his chest, the hints out of heat bothering him earlier now a full blown fire burning underneath his flesh. Tom waits a couple of minutes after you exit, trembling the entire time and afterwards, he goes home for the day. He doesn’t go out for a while.
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ANON YOU ARE AN ABSOLUTE LEGEND AND I'D DIE FOR YOU IF YOU SO DESIRED!!!!!!!!! THIS IS SO SO GOOD AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
op,, may i ask for some more,, tom nook content pls? 👉👈
This is kind of an au where Tom remembers the events of each game, but doesn't fully understand he's in a game series??
He YearnsTM
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Tom fidgeted at his desk. He'd waited so long, so long to see you again. You had to return to him, of course. It was fate. Destiny. You always came back to him, eventually.
He remembered when you moved to the first town. How simply everything had been, back then. He hadn't known, at the time, how much you'd mean to him. It was a simple favor for Rover, an old friend of his.
By now, he'd say he's known you even longer than he has Rover. Longer than anyone, really...
He wasn't always the best of creatures. Not always the best to you, even. He was hurt, backstabbed, betrayed. His youthful optimism and naivety had died, and his heart grew cold and hard. He distanced himself from the people who meant a great deal to him, out of fear of being betrayed again. He was stern and pushy and… Just as cruel as those who had betrayed them.
He was unfair to his fellow villagers, then. Even you.
But, he hadn't known at the time, that you would be his redemption, that you would show him the error of his ways.
Time moved differently then, than it had before he met you. It seemed to stretch on into forever, long yet short, same but different, always changing but always the same.
And then, it was different. He can't remember how it happened, but it did. Either the memory leading up to moving was blurry, or… Or, the explanation was something Tom was too afraid to consider.
You appeared again. You always did, Tom knows that now, but he didn't, then. He didn't know how important you were, not just yet. But, even still, your presence was a comfort, a sense of familiarity far from the village he had grown up in. It was like taking a little piece of home with him.
But, you didn't seem to remember him. No matter how hard he pushed, you were completely clueless. If he hadn't spent, what, years? Living with you, he would have thought himself crazy.
He found himself growing more and more fond of you as you and he rebuilt the tentative friendship you once had. And this time, you both grew closer than you were the first time around. It was then that you had shown him that he was on the track to becoming just as morally corrupt as those who had backstabbed him.
He wanted to be better for you.
The city was the next big move, and you found him once again. Or, did he find you? Both of you inevitably separating, only to rejoin in an endless dance of "why's" and "what-if's". It was too convenient to be chance. This was preordained.
You didn't remember him this time, either. Tom felt his heart break. He had spent so long trying to gain your approval and affections, and now… You didn't even know his name. Again.
You always come back to him. But, you also always leave.
You're not far behind when Tom joins the Happy Home Academy, meeting him once again with no memory of him, of anyone you'd ever run into before. And then, just like that, Tom has to love his life without you in it, once again. He pulls some strings to get you to be mayor of the town he's moved to set up operations in, but eventually you leave and are replaced.
Nothing is permanent, Tom finds. Nothing but his love for you. Because… This is love, isn't it? Longing for the comfort of someone so dear to him, even if you don't remember it. Don't remember him. He's known you for yours, and each and every time it's always you. You.
His client. His friend. His coworker. His mayor.
His soulmate.
He needed you. He loved you. And this way, you'll have no way to get out of his grasp. This way, you have no way of leaving. You'll never leave him again. Never forget him again. You'll finally be together, always.
An island getaway. This was the whole reason for this latest business. It was something big, and big and important things always sent you running to him. It was fate. You'd always come back to him.
You, him, his nephews, and a few nice folks living happily ever after on an island paradise.
CAN WE PLEASE HAVE A FOLLOWUP TO THE CRAZY RED POSESSION FIC IT WAS SO GOOD! PLEASE AND THANK YOU
Redd pulled your lips in a smile, hoping he didn't make you seem as nervous as he felt. Of course, he could give up the act now, if he really wanted, but there was still a chance he could get away with this. And, if he did, there was a chance he could make this more than a one-time thing!
"Ya wanted to see me, Nookie?" He asked in your voice.
See, he had an ace up his sleeve. But, when did Redd not?
Redd held back a frown when Tom winced at the nickname.
"Yes, yes," The tanooki said, voice lilting with unease. "I was wondering… Simply how you were feeling today, if you were doing alright."
"Oh, just fine, Nookie!" Redd makes you answer a bit too quickly. "Don't you worry about me, I'm fine."
"Forgive me, but, would you mind it too greatly if I asked you to not call me that? It reminds me of… Bad memories, I'm afraid."
If his ears were visible, they'd have folded back against your head. "Oh, yeah, of course! I- uh, got it from your ol' pal Redd! Down by the beach, y'know?"
"Oh," A solemn look wormed it's way onto Tom's face. "I wasn't aware you knew of our shared past."
"Just a little bit." Redd quirked your lips into a grin, hoping your visage didn't appear too nervous.
"I must confess I've been… Worried about you."
"There's nothing to worry about, Noo- Tom. Like I said, I'm fine."
The tanooki sighed. "I'm sorry. I must appear a bit overprotective. Still, are you certain you're feeling well? Redd is… he and I-, let's just say that he's not a normal fox, he's a kitsune-"
Redd fought off the urge to roll your eyes at the tanooki's rambling. He was certain that, had you been mentally awake at the time, you'd be hanging onto every word. You were sweet like that. Luckily, your mind was asleep for as long as he had control, and if you managed to remember any of this, you'd simply think it a dream.
Redd was ready to show his ace. Tom knew something was up, but the kitsune was certain Nook had no idea he had possessed you. Now, for the finishing move to make Nook forget about the whole thing!
The kitsune moved your body forward, leaning forward to plant a kiss on the tanooki's lips. He couldn't help but grin as he felt Tom seize up in surprise, and then just as quickly melt into the kiss.
Ah, memories…
A younger, innocent version of himself would have swooned at the thought of something like this - how Tom was basically kissing the both of you at once. How romantic.
Maybe that part of him wasn't as long gone as he thought.
Sure, you'd be confused if Tom brought this up when you were conscious, but it'd certainly be funny to watch you both flounder about and try to figure out what had happened - and what did kitsunes love more than mischief, huh?
Plus, it did feel good, possessing your body and having the both of you kiss his old flame.
Redd moved to part your body from the tanooki, only to be pushed up against the construction services desk. Your voice spluttered in surprise, cut off as Tom recaptured your lips in his own. Your eyes were bugged out in shock, Redd squirming in Tom's grip.
Tom moaned into the kiss, holding you gently but firmly, brushing the front of his body against yours.
Did- did he know? Was Tom punishing him for trying to pull such a trick?
