You offer to pet sit Mephisto while Sylus is away on business.
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Sylus had business to attend to outside of the N109 zone, outside of Linkon, and it was going to be at least 2 weeks before you got to see Sylus again. Before he had left, you had spent the day at the base.
“I don’t like when you have to be away for so long,” you whined. You were seated together on his leather sofa, curled up in his lap.
Sylus let out a low chuckle. “You sound just like a kitten when you whine like that,” he said as he ruffled your hair. “I won’t be gone for long.”
“Are Luke and Kieran going with you?” Sylus nodded in response. “Mephisto?”
“That was my intention, he’s good for intel,” Sylus explained, but when he looked down at you, he saw a flicker of sorrow in your eyes. “Unless,” he started, “unless you wanted to take care of him while I’m away?” he asked gently, and your eyes sparkled in delight.
“I can pet sit him for you!” you exclaimed animatedly, jumping up from his lap. “I’ll take such good care of Mephisto while you are gone!”
Sylus laughed. “You know that he’s mechanical, right?” he asked, eying you curiously. “He doesn’t need to be taken care of like a pet.”
You crossed your arms and let out a huff of a sigh. “You’re just worried that Mephisto is going to like me more than you!”
“Not if you cover him in stickers again.”
And that is how Mephisto ended up in your home, sadly not covered in glitter and rhinestones. The first couple of days had been hard adapting to his schedule; you had been sleeping soundly the first time he woke you up for his walk.
“Why the fuck does Sylus walk you at midnight?” you muttered to the crow, bleary-eyed as you slowly changed out of your pajamas and took him outside.
By the end of the first week, you had fully adjusted to Mephisto’s schedule and each of his quirks. You knew how he liked to be pet, where his favorite places to perch were, and you were always sure to leave the curtain cracked just right so he could enjoy the sunbeam while you were at work, a luxury he did not have in the N109 zone.
On the ninth night, your phone buzzed and you scrambled to answer as you saw Sylus’s name flash across the screen. Sylus’s face appeared on the screen; he was tired, but his crimson eyes softened the moment he saw you. His expression shifted as he noticed Mephisto sitting on your shoulder.
“What the hell is on his head?” Sylus asked slowly, though you could see the corner of his mouth twitching.
“It’s a hat!” you said defensively, and Mephisto flew closer to the phone’s camera and let out a couple of caws. “See! He likes it!”
Sylus pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes. “Sweetie, I leave you alone for one week,” he started, and you grinned, settling into the couch and propping the phone up on the coffee table.
“So I’ve been thinking,” you started, a playful note in your voice. “Are you letting me pet sit Mephisto so I wouldn’t be lonely while you are gone, or is he pet-sitting me so you can keep an eye on me?”
His eyes flicked up, locking on yours through the screen. “Maybe both,” he admitted, his voice low. “Can’t have either of you running wild without me.”
Your heart skipped a beat as Mephisto gave a little caw, like he agreed, and you couldn’t help but laugh. “Fine. But just so you know, he definitely likes me better than you now, good luck getting him back!”
Day 2! This one is pretty silly, but still fun! Something about the tiger getting treated like a giant and beloved pet really gets to me, so this is just a chaotic exploration of the concept.
Pairing: Romance x Reader
Summary/Themes: established relationship, Jinu and Rumi are together in the background, just a lot of couch cuddles and tiger-induced chaos
Word Count: ~ 900 words
Flufftober 2025 - Day 2: Pet Sitting
“So, why exactly do we need to pet-sit?” You lean forward and rub the massive tiger’s forehead. It happily rubs its face against your hand and makes a keening sound. “I thought the tiger was also a demon, and by definition, is completely self-sufficient.”
“Yes, well…” Romance clicks his tongue and tilts his head to the side. “Jinu is apparently having problems with it causing mischief lately.” Your boyfriend settles more comfortably against your side when you lean back into the couch.
“Is that Jinu-code for it keeps crashing his dates with Rumi?” You ask, slipping your hand into Romance’s and twining your fingers together.
He hums an affirmative response and shifts your clasped hands up to press a kiss to the back of your palm. “Which means that he thinks his dating life is more important than ours.”
You chuckle at your boyfriend’s pretend pout. “Well, we were planning to stay in tonight anyway.”
“That’s not the point, darling.” He counters but still reaches for the television remote and a blanket like he’s planning to settle in for a long while.
“It’ll be fine.” You laugh before snuggling into Romance’s arms with a content sigh. “We just have to make sure it stays here with us. It can’t be that difficult just to keep an eye on him.”
You really should have known better because nothing can be that simple. The tiger stays put, at first. As the first movie shifts into the second, it decides to curl up on the couch with you like a cat. Or, at least, it attempts to. It ends up mostly sprawled on the floor with its head in your lap. You think it’s more dog-like behavior, but you enjoy absently running your fingers through the soft, warm fur, so you choose not to question it.
Things start to get slightly more concerning by the third movie. You can tell that the tiger is starting to get restless. Maybe it’s upset that Jinu hasn’t made it back yet, but you can’t tell for sure. It decides to sit in front of one of the massive windows and watch the world outside for a bit. You just shrug it off.
You stand and stretch, offering to grab more snacks from the kitchen. Romance follows behind you, trying to explain the exact location of the particular treat he’s craving. Neither of you realize your mistake until you return to the living room, fresh snacks in hand, to find it empty, completely void of one massive tiger.
“Oh no…” You mutter, frantically looking around the room like it might magically appear somewhere you’ve already searched.
“It’s not so bad.” Romance states, clearly trying not to be nervous and only failing slightly. “We just have to find the tiger before it finds Jinu.”
“Uh-huh. Simple.” Your voice cracks slightly when you say it. “It’ll be easy.”
“Don’t say that.” The pink haired man practically whines the words out. “It’s not going to be easy, and Jinu is going to make rehearsals a nightmare tomorrow.”
You frown and pat Romance’s arm placatingly. “Maybe we can still salvage this. Where was their date tonight?”
“I think they were going stargazing at that spot we went last week.” He smiles fondly at the memory, taking one of your hands and cradling it to his chest. “We should do that again.” Romance uses his free hand to brush your hair away from your face. “You look so beautiful in the starlight.”
You blush at the compliment. Then you shake your head to focus back on the problem. “I’d love to do that again, but we need to make sure you’re not too tired for that first.”
“Right!” Romance helps you into a jacket that you’re pretty sure is his before you both go rushing out the door.
Knowing that the tiger will most likely be heading for Jinu and Rumi, you try to get there before it appears. You both sneak into the small park and find the tiger just starting to peek out of the bushes behind the couple. Working together, you drag it back into hiding before they see it.
Unfortunately, you slip and tumble back into the bush, making a rather obvious noise. Romance curses under his breath as he struggles to keep himself and the tiger hidden. Jinu looks around, trying to find the source of the noise only for Rumi to draw him back into their conversation when nothing turns up. You breathe a sigh of relief and work with Romance to get the tiger back to their shared apartment.
You and Romance both let out matching groans as you flop back onto the couch in an exhausted heap when you make it back inside with the tiger. You curl up against his chest and he wraps his arms around you to keep you close.
“Keep an eye on him, Ro.” You say with a yawn, eyes slipping closed.
Romance hums and starts running a hand up and down your back in soothing motions. “Don’t worry. I’ll watch the big guy. You get some rest.”
You mumble something about staying awake to help, only for him to kiss the crown of your head and lull you to sleep long before Jinu returns.
@flufftober Day 2 brings us to Gen 2 territory, with my favorite rival and my favorite champion and a cute, dumb, baby Dratini ₊˚⊹♡
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The plan seemed simple enough. Head out to the Dragon's Den every morning, take on some Magikarp until the thing was strong enough to tackle some stronger opponents, then head to the cabin by sunset. Rinse and repeat. Nothing could go wrong, and Lance would be back for the Dragon before they knew it.
Except that Dratini had other plans. Plans that involved slithering its way into Silver's lap as they sat on the couch.
To say that dog sitting wasn't top of his priority list would be an understatement. But that's nothing, a helping hand from the Forgers’ lovely new neighbor can't help brighten up. How will the week conclude as the task ends and feelings are still brewing?
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Hi guys, I'm back at it again. I'm doing a watch through of Spy x Family. And immediately latched onto Franky as a favorite character. Between him being a simp yet totally hopeless to love. It was impossible for me to not love him. All he needed was a cute chubby reader by his side.
Though I will say, he isn't the only one from the series on my to write list.
This was unbelievable. A dog was getting one over on him. No amount of treats or how quick he was. Bond wouldn't let him put the leash on his collar.
“Come on mutt. Don't you want to go for a walk?” He tried to keep his tone as calm as possible. But it was hard when you were panting and fuming. Why did he say yes to Twilight again?
He would have continued chasing the behemoth. If not for a knock at the door. Glancing between the dog and the door, he contemplates answering it. This was the closest he had gotten. Though as a soft voice rang out, he didn't hesitate.
Sprinting to the door, he slings it open. A goddess stood before him. Plush body filling out your clothes in a mesmerizing way. A quiet gasp leaves your plump lips. His eyes widened as he took you in. Not quite believing his luck.
Your hand was raised for another knock. So you quickly tuck it into your full chest. An action that makes him immensely jealous of that hand. “Um, is everything OK here?”
Your voice was just as pleasant as the rest of you. He could honestly hear you speak for hours. Hanging on every word as he enjoyed your presence.
Shaking himself from such distracting thoughts, he looks over his shoulder. “Yeah, I'm dog sitting while the Forgers are on a cruise. And I'm having a bit of trouble taking Bond on a walk.”
Your expression lights up at the mention of the family. They were great neighbors. When you recently moved in, they were the first to help you. Even little Anya lended a hand. Though you made sure she only carried light boxes.
Since then you had repaid them with homemade sweets as a thank you. While also keeping in contact. You usually walked with Yor on the way to work. Your work was a mere block away from the Berlint City Hall. She was such a wonderful walking partner. You always loved hearing all the antics their family had gone through.
So it was a shock to see this total stranger in their home. Now that he mentioned it, they had said something about an outing. As Anya loved to call it an ooting.
Looking him over, a nickname pops in your mind. “Oh, you're Scruffy Head!” Your hands fly to your mouth. How could you let that slip out! Sure when the young girl said it you knew she meant well. It was usually followed with how much fun she had had with him.
Taking his hand into your own you began to babble out apologies. “I'm so sorry. I've never heard your name. And uh, that's what Anya calls you. So the nickname stuck in my head….”
You keep talking, but he has a hard time focusing on that. Your warm soft hand was wrapped around his. Even as you rambled, you kept it in your grasp. He was in heaven.
He would have continued flying among angels. If not for you suddenly dropping his hand. He jerked back to reality and noticed you squatting. His recent nemesis had stolen your attention. On top of that the dog was lapping up your affection. He was seething.
After a few more pats, you stand. Holding out your hand, you introduce yourself properly. “I'm (Y/N). I'm sorry again about the name thing. If you'd like, I could help out with Bond.” You look at him through your lashes before you continue. A small blush settling on your full face. “If you'd like the help that is.”
He clips on the leash before you or the dog could register it. Much too eager to accept your company. “That sounds great. I'm Franky by the way. But you can call me whatever you like.”
Giggling you feel the tension leave you. Glad that you hadn't made too bad of a first impression.
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This was the beginning of a trend. Cursing and bumping would come for the apartment next door. You would knock and offer your help. Without fail the large dog would settle down and come right up to you. Allowing the frustrated man to finally get control of the behemoth. And agree whole heartedly to your request.
It was eerie how quickly the dog would calm at the sight of you. Almost like it was his plan all along. His tail wagged as he glanced between the two of you. Tongue lulled out as he panted. Happy to be out on a walk with good humans.
All the while Franky was a mess. His heart racing with such an otherworldly beauty next to him. It was as if you had been plucked from his dream and placed beside him. All soft curves and sweet smiles. Almost too much for him to handle.
He had done a little digging after your first meeting. Had to make sure you weren't part of the secret police or something. No, operation Strix was too important to let a pretty face ruin it.
Thankfully your records were squeaky clean. His thoroughness absolutely had nothing to do with his sudden interest in you. So finding out where you worked. Or your home town, so he could see if there were any local restaurants with the same cuisine. Really, it was just a coincidence.
This was what led him to the current conversation. “Have you ever been to Tonio's? It's this place by the river that makes great pasta dishes.”
Your eyes light up at the mention. It had been a while since you had any pasta. “No I haven't. To be honest I haven't had a chance to explore much. I'm newer to the area. Not to mention how much time my work takes up.”
He shrugs his shoulders and sheepishly grins. “I get that. I bring my work home more than I would like.” He side eyes the dog trotting ahead of them. “I could swing by the next time I check in on Bond. Bring over some take out, if you'd like.”
Your smile brightened at the offer. Though you insisted on paying for the meal. He was already doing enough by picking it up. After a bit of back and forth he finally relented. But only if he could pay for the next meal.
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Franky paced as he waited for the Forgers to return. He had started this week dreading dog sitting. Now he didn't want to give up the task. Sure he could run into you around town. Especially since he knew where you lived and worked.
It wouldn't be the same though. When he came over for Bond, you would greet him. It was almost like having someone waiting for you at home. Something he had never experienced. He didn't want to give up now that he had had a taste.
Twilight noticed the informant's mood immediately. He had expected the man to rant and rave about how much work the dog had been. Instead he just sighed and kept wistfully looking at the door.
“We brought you a souvenir. The snack selection was excellent on the cruise.” Even the brag and gift didn't snap him out of it. It was a pleasant change of pace, but it made the blonde uneasy. Was this a sign that something had happened?
Excusing himself, he tells Yor and Anya that he wanted to see Franky out. As the door shuts behind them, he shoots the curly haired man a sharp look. “Did something happen while we were away?”
The shorter man shrugs, keeping his eyes on your door. What was he supposed to tell him? He met his neighbor and they bonded as they cared for his dog. That was another thing he was worried about. Did you only spend time with him out of pity? Oh, this guy can't even handle a dog. Guess I'll step in for the mutt's sake. Man, he really was pathetic.
Shaking his head he finally pulls himself from his depressing thoughts. “Just had a good time with Bond is all. Gonna miss the big guy.” It was a half truth, but true all the same.
The blonde could tell there was more to the story. Though he knew it wasn't quite time to pry. “Oh, well you can come visit him at any time. I'm sure he'd enjoy the company”
“Yeah.” The answer was dismissive at best. He couldn't stop staring at your door. It wasn't until the taller man shifted to block the door. That he realized the intensity of his gaze.
Eyes narrowing at the curly haired man, he huffs. “Want to tell me what's really going on.”
This is all it takes for him to crack. A floodgates of pent up emotions burst forth. He starts telling him how you had offered to help. A complete stranger was willing to lend him a hand.
But you didn't stay strangers long. Each of you comes up with ways to spend time with the other. He mentions his hobby of inventing. Instead of brushing it off you listen to every rambling word. Asking questions of your own.
Not to mention how gorgeous you are. A goddess among mortals. How could he not follow your every step? When the view is that good.
In that short week his feelings had blossomed into a garden of affection. Though as he tells the spy. Eyes still trained on your apartment. He hesitates. What are your feelings in all this? He was known to push things too fast. Read into signs that weren't there. Was this history repeating itself?
The blonde expression becomes thoughtful. While the informant was known to be a bit pathetic when it came to romance. He knew of his neighbor's shut in tendencies. For her to choose to spend time with him. It was unusual.
Placing a hand on the man's shoulder, he smiles reassuringly. “I believe (Y/N) is a good person. And that you may not get this opportunity again. We should enjoy life while we can.” With a squeeze he hopes the man will consider what he's said. They both know what could happen in less peaceful times. Why take things for granted?
Twilight disappears back into his home. Leaving Franky to gape behind him. Yeah, that was easy for him to say. A guy that found a family in a few days.
Shuffling his way to your door, he sags. Why was this so hard? Any moment in your presence was wonderful. But this was different. Every other relationship had felt great in the beginning. Only to end up one sided. In hindsight it was obvious.
Though he had never felt the same click with anyone else. Did you feel the same? He felt like he was running in circles. The only way he could find out was asking you.
Still as he raised his hand, it fell limply at his side again. Was it worth the risk of rejection? To watch your face screw up in disgust or pity. He wasn't sure he could handle it, not from you.
Turning his back to your door, he leaves dejected. Not expecting a hand to suddenly grab his arm. As he faces towards you, he's transported to the day you met. Your embarrassed expression, flushed cheeks and slight pant. It was almost too much.
Wide eyed, your soft warm hand released his arm. “I uh, hope this isn't too forward. But I wanted to stay in touch.” Holding out a piece of paper, you fidget as he reads it.
He looks over the writing. Then reread it a few times. We're you really giving him your number. His pulse rages in his ears. Meeting your gaze, his heart skips a beat. Your hopeful expression was being clouded with nervous fidgeting. Making sure to safely store the important document in his pocket. He sweeps your hands into his own and laughs. Relief bursting from him as it finally settles in. You felt the same!
“Of course I want to see you again. Who wouldn't want to. Someone as amazing as you would be hard to stay away from.” He reveled in the way your blush spreads. It made his heart sing in your honor. Which began to bellow in song at your next words.
“Wonderful, there's actually a festival this weekend. I was hoping to go and would love your companionship there.” There was no hesitation in your offer this time. His enthusiastic acceptance of your number had soothed your anxiety. So it was easy to set the date.
He once again agrees with excitement. The two of you begin to plan out your excursion. Not realizing that a certain WISE agent was keeping an eye on the situation. Seeing that his colleague, no friend, was doing more than alright. He turns away to see to his own happy relationships. Knowing that this will be a good match too.
I’m pet sitting for 3 weeks and I LOVE the little pig grunting snuffling noises this dog makes when she’s trying to find anything worth eating.
There’s nothing for you there. Your lunch isn’t for another 2 hours. No you can’t have my fries. Yes your beagle baying is very loud. I know you can’t hear it because you’re deaf but I promise the neighbors can hear you. Lol I love this dumb food-aggressive creature.
