#arknights x reader

[cyanide-rifle]

WHERE is all the x reader content we have so many operators this is a goldmine for writersssss

[suduzer]

A man who knows how to keep a secret

Cw: established relationships, kissing, getting caught (sort of), fluff

Camille x GN!Reader: a secret relationship between you and him (requested)

his bats show his emotions in a way, and I think that's the cutest thing ever �� 🥹

Camille himself is the worst person to try to hide something from, yet incredible at hiding your relationship. With how often people are ticked off by his prying job, he just wanted to be extra careful when it came to you. He treats romance like an investigation that he has deliberately decided nobody else is allowed to solve.

when he realizes people are beginning to suspect you, he gets good at controlling the evidence.

Not because he's ashamed of you.

But because he hates being predictable and putting you at risk.

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You had been waiting behind this concrete building for God knows how long, you were started to get worried that he had gotten side tracked (he would never).

Your thoughts swirl as you circle your index finger with your thumb. Smiling occasionally when the familiar bat companion would make a sound of approval.

You knew a familar presence was approaching when the tiny creature flew off in direction behind you, and an arm reach around your body and rest itself on top your hand.

"Apologies for the wait."

A familiar formal voice breathes against your head. You stop your fidgeting to looking over, not stopping the smile that makes its way up your face when you see the bright red pupils staring right back at you.

"I've told you im fine waiting, no need to apologize."

"Your posture was telling me otherwise. I felt guilty."

You watch as his pupils expand slightly the longer you continue to stare, and a chirp heard from his shoulder. You scoff at his observation before blinking down at his hand still over yours.

"Well, if apologies make you feel better."

The moment you turn away he kisses the corner of your lips and lowers your hand to your side. His hand moving to your opposing shoulder to gently nudge you to face him.

He doesn't respond, only looking around briefly before his eyes land on you once more. You take the opportunity to speak.

"Why did you want to meet during the day?"

You glance at the vesper on his shoulder, smiling when you catch it tilt it's head.

"Less evil during the day dear, don't you know?"

It's still shocking to hear him call you such sweet names. It fills your heart knowing how far you've come with him.

You huff at his attempt at a joke, but understand his point.

"Didn't think of that."

You feel him remove his hand from your shoulder suddenly as its replaced by another one of his blood bats.

Then a voice rang out in the distance.

"Hey, there you are!"

An unfamiliar face shows up around the corner.

"We got some good Intel for you."

You watch as your boyfriend reluctantly says goodbye and is ushered away from you and back to the main city. Where when you watch him leave he has a slightly apologetic look on his face as he stares back at you.

when the voice fades and you feel a tickling sensation on you, you look down only to feel the bats tiny face rub against your neck, and then poof out of existence.

You wait eagerly for your next meeting time. And so does he.

Requests are open. I might make a whole other post just about those damn bats

[avalon-hub]

logos turns himself into a marketable plush

summary: logos turns himself into a plush. you find him. shenanigans ensue.

cw // SO FLUFFY, reader doesn't have a gender or set race but they do have a tail, logos is a little shit

wc // 2.5k

It was a remarkably average day on Rhodes Island. From orders for gold being processed, oripathy patients being treated by the medical staff, and an atmosphere of languid peace floating through the air, the landship continued to rove onto whatever destination it was onto next. It was, in Logos' opinion, the perfect day for an office chair race.

Alas, he was unable to even stand to drag in Mechanist or even the Doctor to his (silly) antics, as much as he yearned to free himself from this agonizing boredom. In his quest to find some way to drag his mind to productivity, he had started to wave his pen aimlessly in the air, simple Arts scrawled all over his dorm. He muttered whatever slightly interesting idea came to mind, but more often than not they lived and died on his tongue.

It wasn't until he started getting ideas for ways to punish those snooping around in the hidden archives did the landship decide it was the perfect time to run over some rough terrain. It was only then that Logos was punished for leaning too far back in his chair and accidentally bite his tongue, his pen went awry, and he found himself on the floor.

When he expected to feel pain, however, there was only a cushioning underneath him that softened his fall. He didn't remember leaving something on the floor this soft… Stranger yet, he could not move his arms to prop himself back up to even sit. When he tried to mumble out a confused grunt, the sound of his voice was nowhere to be heard. In fact, he couldn't even feel his lips moving to vocalize his thoughts.

Before Logos could even start recalling about what sort of curse he was creating, the door to his dorm room slid open behind him.

"Logos? Are you in here?"

Ah, it was you. He wanted to turn his body around to greet you, maybe ask for your help, but frustratingly he could only lay limp in a heap on the floor. How shameful. He couldn't even greet you properly.

Please forgive me, he thinks, and as though reading his thoughts you finally looked up from whatever it was that prevented from seeing him in this embarrassing situation.

"Logos? Hello?"

A moment passes, and he hears the metallic tap-tapping of your shoes against the floor until they stop right next to his head. For a moment, he hopes that you notice that he was incapacitated, but the cooing he hears pushes him further into confusion.

"Aww, how cute. Who do you belong to, little guy?"

Logos' heart starts to beat, as his world is whirling before stopping just as fast as it started. He doesn't realize how light he feels until your hand is startlingly large, your fingers and palm supporting the entirety of his back. Alarm bells ring even louder in his head, and he wants to ask you why you were stroking his hair with a finger, but all thoughts rush to a halt when you bring him closer to your face.

For as long as Logos knew you, you had always looked at him with narrowed eyes and a huffy voice. Always quick to chase him down, you were the first to scold him for his races if Kal'tsit was busy that day. You would puff out your cheeks, trying to stop him by holding the back of his chair so he wouldn't roll away and reminding him for the millionth time that he wasn't allowed to hold these races and whatnot.

Your face was always stuck with your eyes glaring and brows scrunched, so Logos can feel his currently nonexistent breath hitch when your eyes soften and lips curl like your tail so neatly does when at ease.

"Well, if Logos isn't here, I guess I can bring you along for the day. Who was heartless enough to leave you on the floor?"

His vision swings around again before he settles into your arm, clutched firmly against your chest. He would be speechless figuratively now if he wasn't speechless literally.

It seems… he had turned himself into a plush.

And so, Logos finds himself going through a routine of what you do throughout a day in Rhodes Island, who you talk to and what you do for work, occasionally asking his friends if they knew who he belonged to.

"Blaze, is this yours?"

"Awww, he's so cute! But I don't think I've ever seen this before. Where'd you get it?"

"Ah, well… Nevermind then. Thanks for your help anyways."

"Mechanist, does this belong to you?"

"Huh, what is this? …Haha, no this isn't mine. I think you should hold onto it for now."

"Oh, ok then. Thanks for your help."

"Hey, Doctor, do you know who this belongs to?"

"……."

"Ah, not yours, is it? Sorry for bothering you."

In the end, he finds himself sitting on your desk in your dorm room in the evening. You hadn't given up on finding out who his "owner" is quite yet, and he watches from his corner as you scribble your day in a journal. Your hand pauses sometimes before you look over at him for a couple moments, before you sigh through your mouth and continue writing. Logos stays limp.

When you finish you close your journal and sort it away on the shelf above your desk. Night's darkness spills slowly into your room, the desk-lamp working overtime to light up the entire room. Ever the perfectionist you are, your nightly routine is similarly as organized as Logos imagined it to be: a quick shower followed by a thorough brushing of your teeth, and it doesn't take long for you to retire the desk-lamp from its duty for the day.

But when Logos thinks you would head to bed immediately after the light dims, you still and turn to his tiny plush self slumped over where you had left him. You stroke his wings with a dazed look, before bending over the desk to give his soft forehead a quick peck.

Logos would have thought this were just a trick of the light had it not been for your quick steps to your neatly prepared bed, a tiny squeak punched out of your lungs as you flop stomach first. The lingering warmth of your lips on his forehead imprints onto Logos for longer than it should.

Who knew that a person as strict as you had such a cute side…?

But the time he has to himself during the quiet blanket of night has him finally remembering what kind of Arts he was fiddling with. It had been a passing idea for people who were being too nosy in the archives again, and it would turn them into a motionless puppet for 24 hours before they would safely be turned back (perhaps a bit more traumatized than they should, but the price of dangerous curiosity should be equally as harsh).

Logos somehow managed to… curse himself. How embarrassing. He hadn't done this in quite a while.

This means that, according to the clock on your wall, he most likely had until the afternoon the next day to automatically turn back into his former self made of flesh and bones. When the time came, he would have to sneak his way out inconspicuously so as not to bring attention to himself or you. As fun as ragebaiting you was, he didn't want to spread any rumors you didn't want around Rhodes Island.

So Logos silently waits for the sun to rise to make his move. He didn't find sleep coming to him, as plushies don't normally sleep. He hadn't thought of the logistics of the sleeping habits of plushies that often. Or at all.

Plus, this experience hadn't been just a product of bored experiments. He got to see this new side of you, one that he was entirely unaware of. It was a pleasant surprise to learn that someone as uptight as you had such a cute side to them. It seemed as though you had that hard expression on 24/7, and he starts brainstorming other Arts spells to see more of your smile…

As he schemes more and more about what kind of experiments to do on himself, the sun had started to rise and the ring of your alarm clock nearly sent his heart flying out of his body. That metaphor fortunately doesn't apply to his insides made of cotton.

And just as he suspected, your daily mornings seem to be just as properly laid out as the rest of your day. Your sheets are smoothed out and your uniform fitted so as to not have even a single crease out of place.

You cast him a quick glance before checking the planner you pulled out next to the journal you’d placed away in the evening yesterday. It was all so cute, the way you grabbed sticky notes off your overhead shelf and pasted them down in your planner, your face so serious. So, so serious. If only you let yourself loose and joined him for some leisure, he could see your face less tense and enjoying some time to relax…

But before he was allowed to daydream more how to get you to have some whimsy, you nod to yourself, satisfied at the work day ahead of you. You clean up your desk space once more, and give him a pat on the head and another heart stopping smile before heading out.

No kiss this time? What a shame. Logos mopes, as much as plush could sulk, and waits patiently for the clock to hit the time he had been musing to himself alone. Maybe, when he turned back, he could snoop around for a minute before finally leaving your room-

But just as noon hits, your return to your room with a trey of food from the cafeteria. Oh dear. There was just about half an hour until the spell wore off, and you were sitting in the very place he didn't want you.

But this answered a very important thought that crossed Logos' mind often: whenever he had the time to eat in the cafeteria, you were nowhere to be seen. He had thought that, being the busybody you were, you simply forgot or ate at a later time than most. But it seems that you even made sure to eat at a proper time, because you slowly and thoughtfully chew your food before swallowing. Ah, you got some crumbs at the corner of your mouth…

Logos observes as you pat down your face after your meal, even flossing out some bits of food from your teeth before you check the time. A quarter till 1.

Perhaps you finished a tad early, as you instead sit down at your desk and set your trey aside. You turn, staring at his felt body so intensely he feels like he should look away. He tries as hard as he can to not turn back right at this moment, but he feels your fingers wrap around him the same way you had picked up off his dorm floor the day before.

And he once again feels the need to gulp needlessly, being this close to your face. Turning him around in your hands, your hands poke at his face and fiddle with his sleeves flopping every time you moved him. You pet his hair and horns and wings and swing his legs back and forth. Had he been in his normal form, he would have surely asked if you were really that interested in his body, but he feels his cottony throat only tighten the more the clock ticks down further and further till…

You lean in closer, pressing your lips against where his would be.

And as if time itself was playing a joke on you, that was when he suddenly poofed back in a cloud of smoke.

Instantly, you jump back and too shocked to even scream. He falls clumsily to the floor from the lack of a platform under him, your hands no longer supporting him midair. His groan of pain seems to finally shake you back to consciousness as you point an accusing finger at him.

"Y-Y-You…"

He stands with the help of your desk, his senses returning to him, rubbing at the places where he had fell. He casually stands back to full height, and he crosses his arm before looking you in the eye.

"Me."

Oh, you were so red. He had to hold his entire being back from smirking as you covered your mouth, horrified.

"What… What are you doing in here?"

He twirls his pen around his thumb, acting all nonchalant. As one does. Before a brilliant idea forms in his mind, and his mouth moves on its own.

"Well, I was under a curse of my own making, you see. It was rather fortunate that you found me, as the only cure to this particular curse was…"

He turns to you and finally gives you a knowing look, and you looked a second away from either fainting or running away.

It was neither, as you point an even shakier, accusing finger at him, face turning so red Logos worries you would pass out.

"You… You horrible man!!!"

You exclaim, and then proceed to run away.

"I can't believe you! And I did… oh my…"

If Logos had even slightly less self control, he would have rushed after you to taunt you further. Instead he hides his wide smile behind his pen hand. Oh, he would never let you live this down.

"Well? Aren't you going to show me the same affections you did to my smaller version?"

The screech you let out is downright nightmarish, and both your hands shoot up to cover your ears. You keep running down the hall, and nearly run down poor Mechanist as he turns the corner.

"You horrible, horrible man!"

He hears you exclaim, even this far your voice is crystal clear. Mechanist walks in his direction as he finally walks out of your room, eyes betraying how pleased he is by how bright they shine. The elafia notices this and sighs, arms already crossed and head shaking.

"I have a feeling I already know what happened, but you didn't have to torment the poor soul this much."

Logos lets his usual poker face come back, eyes closed and neck craned to act coy.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

He can feel Mechanist's raised eyebrow through the shaded visor, before exhaling loudly underneath the helmet. He peaks over his shoulder in the direction you had stormed off to just now.

"What did you even do? I had assumed an Arts like that would wear off."

"It did wear off like it should. I simply… implied otherwise."

It didn't take long for him to put two and two together to get what he meant.

"Anyways, I have some plans to put into action now that I know more about them after the past day. If you'll excuse me."

Mechanist watches as Logos saunters off in the same direction you had rushed off to, the pen in the Sarkaz's hand twirling a bit too smug. Mechanist can only watch as he turns the corner.

"Those two will do anything but tell each other how they feel…"

tag: @mochinon-yah

[suduzer]

Arknights Endfield Masterlist

endmin gets jealous - male endmin x fem!reader (smut)

yearning for ardashir - ardashir x gn! reader (fluff)

Secret relationship - Camille x gn!reader (fluff)

to be continued...

[suduzer]

could you pls write a male edministrator?? I need more fanfics of him arghhh🙏😭maybe smut? Bunny jealous/possessive endministrator????👀make him an eater too tyyy😇🤞

DESPERATION

Edmin gets jealous then drags you away to show you that you dont need anyone else.

Content warning: sub!top edmin x dom!bottom fem!reader, jealous edmin, edmin goes down on you, slight dacryphilia,18+!!!

(very little plot)

You're laughing with another operator. It's harmless. They're telling a story. You're smiling, just being polite. Maybe it's because he's been swamped with so many errands that he barely got to talk to you. But you laughed a little too hard and it echoed in his ear. 

"Are the two of you close?"

An innocent question. Absolutely not motivated by jealousy.

"Oh, no, they needed directions…"

He wasn't really listening, he was trying to, he swears! But your lips were captivating all his attention as your words were now drowned out. They curved upward in that beautiful polite smile you were giving that person only moments ago. He nodded slightly hoping whatever you were saying wasn't important. But it seems you moved the conversion elsewhere, and now you're looking at him with a not-so-sweet smile. Now, it was tugging teasingly across your face.

"Hello? Earth to Edmin…"

Please don't make him spell out this new found desire he has, he's already a rather quiet person, don't make him plead, please…please. You place your hand on his shoulder when you don't get a response from him.

You wanted to know what emotions were flowing through him, he would only talk if it was something important, so knowing he asked such a simple question, means it probably meant more to him then he lets on, though you of course didn't fail to notice the slight whine in his voice when he asked.

"You want me to put your feelings together myself huh…"

You see him put his head down slightly, gripping the edge of his coat. With his head closer to your ear you hear his breathing. It was normal for the most part, until he sucked in a breath through his teeth.

"You're mine, right?"

His voice was noticeably deeper, yet much more breathy. That's when you're suddenly pulled in a familiar direction.

His room.

.

He pushes you on the bed, your back hitting the bed with a thud. Before you could get out a word his lips were on yours, a hungry kiss you don't normally get from your nonchalant boyfriend.

You reach up and tug off his mask, that's when you're met with a sight that makes a heat pool in your stomach.

His eyes were watery as he looked into your eyes, lashes damp and clumped together slightly as they flutter shut from the sudden intrusion of light. Trying to say his name was no use, his tongue running over your bottom lip with a sudden fever as he simultaneously rubbed his clothed groin into yours.

Finally he let you breathe, lowering himself down your body, he now watches as you remove your shirt. Immediately latching onto the exposed skin of your stomach. Then rubbing his cheek against you like a cat. You couldn't help but laugh at the unusual sight. Your boyfriend, wet and teary eyed, rubbing his nose on your crotch with a now raging hard on. Truly a sight you must burn into your memory forever.

In his mind, this is how he expressed his emotions and resolved conflicts without having to verbalize it. And what better way to combat jealousy than to show that there's no better partner out there for you.

He grabs the waist band of your pants, dragging them down your legs before you kick them off to the side. You watch as he removes his coat and sweater with shaking hands, pure determination reverberating through his whole body. Almost vibrating. 

He moves closer, quickly wrapping his arms around the back of your thighs. His face right back where it was between your legs,  rubbing his nose against your clothed clit. He whines feeling your hips move a little closer to his face. Pushing his tongue against your now soaked folds, before pushing his crotch into the bed to relieve the growing pain of arousal. 

Before you could ask him to go further he already had your legs spread and your underwear pushed to the side, the only sounds were your and Edmin's heavy breathing, soon interrupted by a wet slurping and panting as a pleasure shot up your body. 

His mouth was so hot, it made you wince and pull away for a second at the overwhelming feeling. But before you could push yourself back a loud whimper was heard from between your legs, he opened his eyes to look up at you. His eyes begin to water again, so you pick up your hand from off the bed, reaching down and run it through his soft black hair.

He clearly takes care of himself, you grip the base of his scalp as another whine vibrates against your body that had you clench your teeth. His head was almost as warm as his tongue moving against a bundle of nerves that had you grip his hair harder and push his head closer to you. His fingers gripping your thighs harder, you felt your vision go blurry as you clamp your thighs against the sides of his head. 

What pushed you over the edge was the look in his eyes, a stubborn fire burning behind the wet exterior as his lashes flutter at you before shoving his tongue deep into you for the last time. You swear you heard another please through your climax. 

The air went quiet again, the only thing heard was breathing once more. Looking back down at your boyfriend, you see him pick his heavy head up reluctantly. His tongue licks the corners of his lips before leaning over your body..

"You didn't answer my question…"

You smile, your hand now gently stroking his hair. You take your other hand and finally wipe away the tears in his eyes.

"Want me to show you that I'm yours?"

He gasped feeling your hand glide from his hair and suddenly clasp his erection straining his pants. Leaning his head against your palm as he nods frantically.

hopefully you still wanted this request fulfilled lol.

[koipudding]

sighing dreamily imagine bei ng wrapped up in Pogranichnik‘a coat while he’s polishing his weapons, the feathers atop his head rustling with the breeze of a cooling evening. And how he looks at the weapon, then you with the same care and intensity, as if both of you are equally worth studying.

He may not fully grasp his romantic feelings towards you, but eyes don’t hide the truth, and his are far too earnest and warm when he reaches for you, pulling you into his side and kissing your wrists, your hands…

a/n: i literally just got the game 4 hrs ago and haven’t even met the man but he’s currently my main 🧍 i got into this game bc of a certain blue eyed bouncer who’s first name rhymes with calyx and last name starts with debo and ends in nair. and bc he glazed camille (rightfully so) so hard. Arknights your sponsorship worked okay.

[rhodesarchives]

Deliberate [Phantom x Reader]

I've noticed I write my Phantom ficlets when I want to comfort myself over smth skdfjghg yay for positive coping? I saw I have a couple requests and I'll get to them soon! This is just something I finished before those came in haha

Characters: Reader, Phantom, Miss. Christine Content: Operator!Reader, Gender-neutral reader, Mild Hurt/Comfort Warnings: N/A Chapters: 1/1

Your smile should have been cruel. Teeth glinting, upper lip curled, gums on show—anything but the demure tilt at both corners of your mouth. Yet, the airiness of your response somehow masked the cruelty of the words themselves, because they were not an attack. To you, it was a simple fact and not one that could be quietly hushed by social conventions.

Who saved who?

To love someone was a choice made and a truth you often wished you did not learn of. The thoughts loitered and persisted more than usual today. Even as the reports spread upon the desk called for your attention, even as the portable music player hummed with a familiar song, even as you sat in a spare Rhodes Island office with countries of distance to separate you from the source did reality still plague you. Neither an unwanted nor unloved child; the opposite was far more true, but to be cared for as family was unrelated to being liked as a person.

Not a choice, but an obligation.

After so many years, it almost ceased to bother you. Only almost. After all, you could not blame the circumstances—all was average enough. You barely caused more or less trouble than any other child growing up and everyone knew that. The sad fact, to you, was it simply was; being an obligation was just your lot upon birth and nothing gutted you worse than that. All the effort and intent of more years than you could recall made no difference. Not a single preference remembered, no requests ever honoured, and of course never fault to be found in anyone but yourself. Because love is a choice and that was how your parents chose to love you: not as a person, but an obligation.

The plastic tip of the pen cracked with an audible snap and the deluge of ink was instantaneous. Before you could think to move your too tightly gripped tool aside, your report was ruined by the dark stain and scattered splotches. You sighed with little care for the papers themselves.

"Again, huh? Maybe I should ask Closure for a custom pen next," you mused to yourself with a smile.

Just a small curl of your lips that never meant anything. Anyone else on the landship could easily recall the expression since it never seemed to leave your face. You always smiled. You had to smile. If you just smiled enough, maybe someday it would be real and every moment before could follow in such irrational footsteps of your delusional—

Clack clack clack!

The wood frame of the free-use office door rattled on its hinges as a visitor tapped against the murky glass. When you glanced over, emptiness greeted you as no one stood beyond the room. Before you could ponder it, however, another series of raps caused it to shudder and your gaze darted down to the source. Seated primly as ever save for her single paw pressed to the glass, Miss. Christine awaited your attention. You were confused, but rose to let her in nonetheless. Just as you pulled the door in and poked your head out though, the shadow of a second presence fell over you.

"Ah, you're why she insisted I follow her."

Suppresing a startled jump, your head turned to find a familiar face.

"Oh, hello, Operator Phantom."

The Feline nodded minutely in response, but neither of you seemingly had much else to say. Thankfully, before the stillness could persevere, Miss. Christine chirped to announce her presence and brushed past you into the study space. You opened your mouth to protest, but just as quickly aborted the thought when even turning around had fatigue pressing along your shoulders.

"I was due for a break, I guess," you relented with a sigh. Opening the door wider, you let your free arm welcome Phantom into the room. "Did you want to come in as well?"

"Pardon," he excused himself as he accepted your invitation.

For a moment, you debated on whether to close the door or leave it open—social implications still festered in your periphery from your upbringing. The thought brought a bitter tang to the tip of your tongue and you quelled the urge to click it away. In an impulsive moment of (pointless) rebellion, you dragged the handle as you turned. It only stopped when it echoed with a minute click.

"So, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?" If your smile had ever left your face, Phantom's expression made no note of it.

"Miss. Christine's reasons are her own; I simply deigned to follow her today," he answered.

You settled into one of the spare chairs closer to the entrance with a half-amused huff. "Well, then I should be honoured to have the lady's favour."

The lady in question had settled herself in full comfort on the office desk; she loafed right atop your half-finished reports. Phantom cast her a glance before he returned his attention to you.

"I hope you're not bothered."

"To be in an enclosed room with the Operator who almost killed me a few days ago?"

Your smile should have been cruel. Teeth glinting, upper lip curled, gums on show—anything but the demure tilt at both corners of your mouth. Yet, the airiness of your response somehow masked the cruelty of the words themselves, because they were not an attack. To you, it was a simple fact and not one that could be quietly hushed by social conventions. To Phantom's credit, you had to admit, his gaze never strayed from you. He seemed well aware of your reality (this time) and did not cower from his own responsibility. He gave a curt nod in acknowledgement.

"I'm not scared, if that's what you're asking. No grudges here, either," you practically hummed. "Do you feel guilty?"

"An apology would only be proper—"

"I don't want it." This time, your words caused a visible startle in Phantom. "Oh, sorry—that was sudden of me. What I mean is I know whatever happened wasn't on purpose, so I don't need an apology to sate my feelings."

"I… see," Phantom said with a low drawl.

His expression held a thoughtful downcast rather than hesitation. He accepted your words at face value, much to your relief. Quiet settled between you at that point, still but light. You gave Phantom his space to process your perspective while Miss. Christine continued to rest comfortably amongst your papers.

"…Lucian, right?" You did not dare to look away as Phantom startled for a second time. "That's what Doctor called you before. So your name is Lucian?"

Phantom remained silent for a moment before his chin dipped in a nod. "That's correct."

"Everyone does wrong at some point in their life—I don't care to hold onto grievances like that, though. Instead, you can make it an opportunity to do better," you offered, equal parts diplomatic and earnest. "How about I hold you to that? Not as Operators, but because I want to help the guy named Lucian. No matter what, you're going to be 'Lucian' to me!"

Was it a whim? You were not entirely sure, but something—too much—about Phantom felt familiar. The controlled expressions, the social awareness in contrast to his reticience, none of it was new to you. How many times had you been the one behind that perspective in so many years? Idling, regretting, and hoping were pointless pursuits. If you wanted change, then you needed action.

"…Very well, I'll accept."

So you made a choice to care for another person.

[bonusek]

Spoiling Zhuang Fangyi after a hard day

Day 5 - helping with work

AN: The last day with Zhuang Fangyi 😓

☣⬅☆✧⭒✧☆⭑★✦⭑✦★➡︎☣ ❀ ☣⬅☆✧⭒✧☆⭑★✦⭑✦★➡︎☣

° You've noticed that Zhuang Fangyi has been very stressed lately, and it worries you. You want to ask her if she's okay, but you're constantly being brushed off with excuses. You know she's doing quite well on her own, even if her body tells her to stop, but you're her lover! She needs to understand that you're also concerned about her health, because she's not a working machine!

You waited impatiently for the clock to strike the right hour. Then the door opened and Zhuang Fangyi walked in. Her body remains perfectly still, but you feel the pressure beneath her mask. "I'm ba- ah!" She is cutted off as quickly as your hands wrap around her waist in greeting. "Y/N... You scared me for a moment. Hmm? What's with that face of yours?" She stares at your face nestled in her chest. Her tail wags behind her in confusion. "Did you miss me that much? I'll have to take you with me next time at this point... I'm joking, of course." You look at her as if you're lost in thought. Going to Zhuang Fangyi's office? Maybe you could help her? She blinks, then smiles shyly when she sees you, really thinking about it. "You really don't have to. I'm doing just fine on my ow-."

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"Uh..." Zhuang Fangyi sits at her desk, and you're across from her in her office. She runs her hand through her hair and sighs lowly. Meanwhile, you're rocking back and forth in your chair, happily tapping your hands on the desk. You ask her where to begin, and she pauses for a moment, wondering if she really should assign you a task. "Please sort this." She places a stack of papers in front of you, suddenly making you feel small. Of course, she notices immediately and shakes her head in disbelief. You should have listened to her sooner... Finally, you start going through the papers and sorting them while she tackles a more difficult task.

By the time, you get bored with the work she's given you and let out a long yawn, you notice Zhuang Fangyi working diligently, perhaps even forgetting your presence. So you decide to strike up a small conversation. "Did you know that Burdo's muck is a good fertilizer for plots?" you ask unexpectedly, causing Zhuang Fangyi to slowly raise her head to look at you. She simply stares at you for a moment, then laughs softly. "Yes, I know, dummy." She looks back to her papers, then glances at you out of the corner of her eye and sees you already dozing off with your head on the desk. She rolls her eyes with a small smile and reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. What will she do with you now... She places a gentle kiss on the top of your head and returns to her work.

You throw up your hands and scream when you realize you've fallen asleep. You look at Zhuang Fangyi, who's just finished work and packing her things to go home. You lean back in your seat, devastated by how useless you've been to her. "I was just about to wake you up. You looked so peaceful I couldn't bring myself to shake you awake. But don't be so hard on yourself. Your presence here motivated me to finish sooner, and look, now we can go home early." She smiles brightly and stands from the chair, patting your head. "Let's go, I'll make us a delicious dinner." Your face lights up at the mention of food, which immediately makes you follow her out the door.

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