Me : Hmmm It's Been A While Since I've Posted My MC Twin AU Stories.....well College Has Been A Pain

GOODDD DAMMM ITTTTTTT

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I gotta get a job at this rate 😔

MC Twin AU - CALEB'S Spitfire [3]

Caleb kisses like a god.

His hands wrap around your waist firmly as his lips slide against your own, his tongue forces itself into your mouth making you blush heavily but moan softly.

Holy shit this man was wonderful at kissing! Though you couldn't help but feel a flare of jealousy rise up at the thought of him kissing other people. So you ask him, and he laughs with pure amusement. "Don't worry spitfire. You're my first and only."

If someone asks if your heart had started to beat faster at his words, you would push them into traffic.

When your sister had found out about your relationship, she had sighed and rubbed her forehead. "I owe Zayne so much money now."

"You betted against me!??"

"Well duh. Caleb literally liked, no, adored you! The only person who couldn't see it was you!"

You stared at her with confusion, nervously fiddling with your hands. "But. . . . . Aren't you mad? I thought you liked Caleb?"

A gentle smile bloomed on your sister's face and she leaned against you body, placing her head on your shoulder. "Caleb is my best friend. Nothing more alright? I'm really happy for you two! But...."

You freeze. "But what...?"

"If he hurts you and makes you cry. Best friend or not I will push him into incoming traffic."

A startled laugh escapes your lips. "Are you stealing my threats?"

MC shrugged. "They work perfectly fine."

"Make your own threats! Only I can push people into traffic!"

"Nuh uh."

"Yah uh!"

As days went by and Caleb continued to shower you with affection, and MC continued to giggle and tease the two of you, your guards began to slowly break and crumble down. Ok, you weren't the MC, but he still liked you! That was. . . . .that was amazing!

Every now and then you couldn't help but break out into giggles at the reminder that Caleb liked you. Not her, but you.

She could keep the other men, you wanted your red flag boyfriend!

Though, it might not just be him that's a red flag. You might be one as well? Did that bother you? A bit yes, but Caleb seemed to enjoy it a lot.

It happened on a typical winter day, the cold air making you shiver as you walked side by side with Caleb, who finally got some time off to visit you. He quickly wrapped his arms around your shoulder and dragged you closer to his warm body, making you smile. "You cold spitfire?"

"I hate winter." You mumble, pouting when you felt his chuckle. "Stop laughing at me or I won't kiss you ever again!"

"Oh nooo, can you ever forgive me?" He places a kiss on your forehead, and your face grows hot. "Look, we're at the cafe now. Let's head in and get you something warm." He guides you towards Destiny Cafe (when you realized the name, you had begun to cackle like a madwoman. So Destiny Cafe existed here and wasn't just a game mechanic!) and pushed the door open, the warm air making you let out a sigh of relief. "Good yeah?"

"Hmmmmm..." You hum, allowing him to guide your body to a seat. He ruffles your hair and sits across you, placing his chin on his palm as he gazes at you with so much affection that your face heats up even more. "What? What's on my face?"

"Beauty." He murmurs, and you squeak. "Pure beauty-"

"Hi! Welcome to Destiny Cafe! May I take your order?"

The moment is ruined by a high perky voice, and you turn your gaze to stare at a young girl with a huge smile on her face. She stares and Caleb and tucks some of her hair behind her ear, fluttering her eyebrows at him. "I'll be your server today, my name is May. So, may I take your order?"

Caleb turns to meet your gaze. "What would you like spitfire?"

You meet May's annoyed gaze head on and a small satisfied smirk forms on your lips. "Just some hot chocolate, that's all."

"I'll have the same." Caleb looks at May making her bloom. "Of course! I'll be right back!" She smiles at him and walks away, and your eyes catch the way her hips swayed with her movement, making your eye twitch.

When she finally is gone from your sight, you turn your gaze to Caleb and get up, pushing him to the edge of the booth so you could sit next to him. You drag him down by the back of his head into a kiss, and bite down on his lip, smiling when a bit of blood hits your taste buds. You know you shouldn't be jealous, Caleb had said time and time again that he liked you. But. . . . but you couldn't just help yourself.

"S-Spitfire-"

You snap back to reality and push him away, your face red. "Oh my goodness I'm so sorry! Did I bite you too hard!? Holy shit I don't know what got over me!"

You watch as he uses his thumb to wipe away some of the blood away from his lips, a smile on his face. "It's fine it's fine! In fact, I enjoyed it very much."

. . . . . Was he a masochist or something!?

You shouldn't be surprised though, this was Caleb you were talking about. Still, you dart you gaze away and mumble out a "Sorry..."

A hand cups your cheeks, and Caleb lifts your head to stare at him. "I said it's fine spitfire, really!" He leans down to kiss you himself, and your cheeks heat up as one of his hands moves down to slip underneath your skirt. The only reason why the two of you part away is because you hear footsteps come towards your booth. Still, you make sure you place a small kiss on your neck, your lipstick leaving a stain very visible on his skin.

You watch as May glances at your flushed faces, and at the lipstick mark on Caleb's neck, and your heart thrums with pride at the small scowl that she wasn't quick enough to wipe away. "Here are your drinks, enjoy yourself!" She says, then rushes away.

As the two of you eventually leave the cafe, you notice that Caleb wasn't wearing his scarf anymore. "Aren't you cold Mr Pilot?" You question, raising a brow at him as you walk together hand in hand.

He gives you a smirk and point at the lipstick stain. "I want everyone to see this. To show who my girlfriend is."

Your face heats up again, and you jerk your head away. Still, a small smile forms on your lips at his words. Oh goodness, you weren't going to let this boy leave.

Even when he fakes his death and becomes Colonel, you would find him and keep him by your side.

Many. . . . Ok only a few months to be honest, pass by, and the infamous explosion happens. You move in with MC finally, mainly to make sure she doesn't do anything stupid, and mainly because even when you knew he was alive, you missed Caleb, and she was the only one who understood your pain.

You stared at your phone every day, hoping that he would send an impromptu text, a 'Hey spitfire! I'm alive! Come find me :D'

But nothing. Nothing pops up.

One day after work though, you stroll around the city in the dark, one headphone in your ear and your phone in your hand. A sudden notification freezes you, and after a few seconds of silence, you rush to follow it's instructions.

"Spitfire, five blocks ahead of you, there's a black car with the license plate 367 LKN. Get in, and when you arrive at the airport, I'll be there waiting for you. Don't be late.

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Guys I got a confession....I like Caleb calling us pipsqueak.....and I'm slowly getting used to Sylus calling us kitten....

Past me would be so shocked about the kitten one

MC Twin AU - CALEB'S Spitfire [Caleb]

Unknown to [Name], their first meeting was not at Josephine's place. It was actually at a party.

He was invited to a huge party by his friend, who had been invited by his cousin. So it was like a friend knew a friend who knew a friend kind of invite.

He was calmly sipping some beer from his cup when he saw her. Giggling next to a few others with a wide smile on her face. His first thought was 'What's she doing here!? She should be at home studying for her exam!'

But then he focused on her and noticed no - that wasn't MC. They looked too different.

There was a small mole on this girl's neck, she was wearing a different color palette that MC never really wore, huge hoop earrings, the type MC had said she didn't like were hanging and shaking from her ear lobes.

So, who was this girl?

"Who are you checking out bro?" His friend slapped his arm making Caleb roll his eyes. He followed Caleb's gaze and let out a low whistle. "Oh damn! You sure have taste bro!"

"Shut up." He grumbled, taking another sip of his beer. He watched as she laughed, leaning against her friends and inhaling the drink in her cup. "Do you know who she is?"

"Hmmm." His friend narrowed his eyes. "I think. . . . I think that's [Name]. She's one of Ama's friends."

So her name was [Name]. . . . Why did she look so much like MC?

It wasn't until a few years later that he realized why. They were twins, lost ones. So while MC had been part of the experiments, [Name] had been lucky enough to not get captured and live her life out normally.

When he had introduced himself and shook her hand, more differences popped up in his mind. While MC had a few scars and calluses from being a Hunter, [Name]'s hand was smooth and a hint smaller than hers. He watched as she smacked MC and laughed at her silly quips.

He watched as she devoured the food he had prepared, and was inwardly surprised at the nickname that slipped out of his mouth. Spitfire, matching her fierce personality. She seemed to like it as well with the way her lips quirked up.

It wasn't hard to ask MC for her contact, but Caleb had to play fight with MC when she stared to tease him. "You likkkeeee heerrrr~"

"I didn't say that."

"Caleb and [Name] sitting in a tree. K - I - S - S - I - N - G!"

"Why you little -!"

But the thing was, Caleb did like [Name]. He liked her funny jokes. He liked the way her eyebrow would twitch with badly hidden rage whenever she couldn't get the plush she wanted. He liked her triumphant cackle whenever she won a round of Kitty Cards. He liked the way she dropped everything whenever MC or anyone else she cared about needed help. He liked the way her eyes lit up whenever she was talking about her special interests. He liked the way she seemed to glow when she was simply happy.

But when she started to avoid him, his mind seemed to crack. What did he do wrong? Did he push too far? What could he do to fix things?

Caleb tried asking MC, but all she said was "Girl code, but it's not you. Just. . . . give her a bit."

So he waited, he waited patiently.

And the end results was worth it.

"I'm not her you know." [Name] tells him after months, sadness in her eyes. "We might look identical, but I'm not, and will never be her."

And suddenly, Caleb understood everything. So what if she wasn't MC? Why would that matter? [Name] was [Name], and that was all that mattered.

So with a blissful smile, Caleb dragged her into a hug. "Of course you're not MC. You're my little spitfire, and I couldn't have it any other way."

When they officially started dating, it took every restraint in Caleb's body to not simply take her away. Because she wasn't a Hunter, a mere civilian. She could get hurt.

And since he wasn't always at Linkon, he couldn't protect her.

Whenever he brought up the idea of moving with him, he would notice the way her eyes lit up at the idea, but each time she refused, saying she still has a job here.

What a stupid reason, but a reason Caleb would accept. He would enjoy the moments he could have with her in Linkon. The dates, the kisses, the moments underneath the covers where he could see the most exquisite expression on her face.

When the explosion occurs, and Josephine finally dies, the only thing keeping him from rushing over to take [Name] away was his promise to MC. He would protect her, the same way she had protected him, even if she didn't remember.

When he could finally snatch [Name] away, he sends her a text. Some part of him was worried that she wouldn't take it seriously, that she would think it was a fake and ignore it. But he watched from his monitors with a triumphant smile as she merely removed her earphones, and walked towards the car.

When she arrived at the airport, he easily accepted the slap she laid on his face, and allowed her to drag him down to her level. Caleb merely cupped her face and leaned his forehead on her own, a small smile on his face. She was here, she was here, with him.

That was really all that mattered.

He accepts her anger and tears when he takes her back to his home, and he groans when he finally kisses her again after months of patiently waiting.

Now. Now she was here with him.

When she sleeps, Caleb sits up from his bed and takes her phone, easily unlocking it and scrolling through her messages. It seemed to be the usual thing, texts from MC, texts from her coworkers and friends. Her games, her emails.

Everything was the way he had left it.

Good. It's a pity she wouldn't be needing it anymore. He turned off the phone and placed where she couldn't find it, wrapped his arms around her waist, and went to sleep.

The next day, he turns and presses a kiss on her lips and plates out some pancakes, her absolute favorite. When she asks about her phone, a frown (not that she could see it) forms on his face. "I'll get you a new one"

He hears her pause, chewing faster. "What do you mean by that?"

"I'm keeping your phone hostage."

"Why?"

He gives her a gentle smile. "You don't need that phone anymore, trust me, spitfire."

Caleb didn't want to have to explain anything, because she could get hurt. So he only gave her the tip of the iceberg, asking her if MC told her anything, and offhandedly mentions that someone was stalking her because of her relationship with MC.

He watches as she groans with annoyance, a hint of something he couldn't recognize flashing in her eyes before she laid her head on his chest. ". . . . I'll trust you." She mumbles, and Caleb preens with joy. "But! I want a phone damn it! How will I contact work?! And MC!?"

He bites back the urge to say she doesn't need them anymore. He could just stay with him here, he would be the breadwinner, he could provide for her, spoil her. But he doesn't, because even though he's 99% sure she wouldn't be against that, she would go stir crazy and probably do something dumb, putting her in even more danger.

So he simply kisses her again, wrapping his arms around her. He would protect her in his own way, whether she knew about it or not.

As long as she was safe then that's all that mattered.

I know I said this was the last part, but I lied. There's one more part, but it's an 18+ Part!!!! So ONLY READ IF YOU'RE 18!

I will not add anyone from the tag list to the 18+ Part unless they confirm they're 18+ or I check their page 🫵 MDNI I SWEAR.

Anyways. . . . Did you guys like this?

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☆⁠ PAIRING : Batboys x Fem Reader

☆⁠ SYNOPSIS : When you smack their ass.

☆⁠ CHARACTERS : Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, 90s Tim Drake, Duke Thomas, Damian Wayne.

☆⁠ NOTE : English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

— BRUCE WAYNE ⋆

You are never getting this opportunity again. Bruce is standing in the kitchen, wearing sweatpants. His back is turned. The ass is right there. You act on impulse. SMACK. Bruce freezes. You grin, leaning against the counter. “Damn, Daddy Wayne. Is that Batcake for me?” The silence is deafening. Bruce slowly turns his head, staring at you like you just committed a felony in broad daylight. “…Excuse me?” You wink. “You heard me, sweetheart.” Bruce stares for ten more seconds. Then, without a word, he leaves. OH NO. You realize too late what you’ve done. Bruce is disappearing into the Batcave. You hear him booting up the Batcomputer. “…Bruce?” TAP. TAP. TAP. He’s typing furiously. You peek over his shoulder. He’s running an analysis. On himself. “BRUCE—” “I need to reassess my stealth levels,” he mutters. “If you could land that strike, I’ve grown careless.” OH MY GOD.

— DICK GRAYSON ⋆

You see him walking down the hallway, all smug and confident, wearing those tight jeans he knows make people insane. You can’t help yourself. You smack it. Hard. SMACK. Dick gasps.

LOUDLY. “Damn, Grayson,” you whistle, “is that thing double-cheeked up on a Thursday?!” Immediate. Dramatic. Reaction. Dick clutches the wall like he’s fainting. Then—he spins around so fast he almost trips. “Babe.” His eyes are wide, teary, shaking. “DO YOU MEAN IT?” You blink. “Huh?” Dick grabs your hands. “Say it again. Say it with your whole chest.” “…What.” “Do you mean it? Do you mean the ass thing?” “…Yeah?” Dick grins so wide he looks insane. He winks at you before immediately turning around and sticking his ass out. “Go ahead, babe. One more for the road.” “OH MY GOD.” You are never doing this again. Maybe.

— JASON TODD ⋆

Jason is minding his business. Jason is walking past you. Jason’s fat ass is asking for it. You strike. SMACK. Jason IMMEDIATELY turns, hand on his gun. OH SHIT. You throw your hands up. “WAIT—” His eyes narrow. Suspicious. Dangerous. Then—he relaxes. “…Did you just smack my ass?” You grin. “Yup.” He blinks. Then—he smirks. “…Oh.” You squint. “Why do you sound happy?” Jason shrugs, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Nah, it’s just funny.” You relax. “Good, ‘cause—” SMACK. JASON JUST DROPPED HIS WHOLE BODYWEIGHT INTO SLAPPING YOUR ASS BACK. YOU FLY ACROSS THE ROOM. “JASON, YOU FUCKING PSYCHO.” Jason just cackles.

— 90s TIM DRAKE ⋆

Tim is exhausted. Tim has had three hours of sleep in the past two days. Tim is running on caffeine, crime, and sheer force of will. So, naturally—you strike when he’s at his weakest. SMACK. Tim jumps so hard he drops his coffee. “WHAT—” He spins around, eyes wide, looking like a scared raccoon You grin. “Damn, baby bird. You always keep that wagon on you?” Tim stares. Tim processes. Tim crashes. He grabs his head like he’s having an existential crisis. “Oh my God.” “Tim?” “Oh my God.” He’s stumbling backwards, running into the table. “I—I was not prepared for this.” “Tim, breathe—” “I HAVEN’T EVEN FINISHED PUBERTY. AM I EVEN LEGALLY ALLOWED TO HAVE A WAGON?” “TIM—” He grabs your shoulders, looking deep into your soul. “…Do I actually have ass?” You blink. Tim shakes you. “TELL ME THE TRUTH.”

— DUKE THOMAS ⋆

Duke is chilling. Duke is relaxed. Duke is having a nice, peaceful day. So, naturally—you ruin it. SMACK. Duke immediately whips around, betrayal in his eyes. “EXCUSE ME?” You lean against the counter, smirking. “Damn, sunshine. Didn’t know you were carrying all that.” Duke freezes. Then—he laughs. “Oh, word?” He steps closer. You narrow your eyes. “…Duke?” “Oh, word?” He’s too calm.Too smug. He leans down, real close, real quiet. “…Bet.” Then—he disappears. For three days. And when he returns—he waits. Until you’re completely unsuspecting. Until you’re relaxed. Until you think it’s over. And then— SMACK. “DUKE—” “EQUALITY.”

— DAMIAN WAYNE ⋆

You spot him. You see the perfect opportunity. Damian is standing by the window, arms crossed, looking all broody and serious. SMACK. The moment your hand connects, Damian jumps like he’s been electrocuted. Then—he spins around with his sword half-drawn. “WHO DARES—” You grin. “Damn, baby. Didn’t know you were packing all that.” Silence. Pure, horrified silence. Damian just stares. Then—he slowly processes what you just said. His entire face turns red. “You—you dare—” He grabs his chest like he’s having a heart attack. “You speak of my body so… so FILTHILY?” You cackle. “Yes.” He looks away sharply. “This… this is inappropriate.” “And?” “…Say it again.” “…What.” “Say it.” “…Damian, are you—” “SAY IT.”

— MASTERLIST ☆

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Some of my personal favorite parts of my Chaotic Minds - A TGCF Chat/Crack Fic

I am a proud multishipper 🧍‍♀️so what if I ship mulian huh

I don't think I need to explain this one

Hey 🫵I'm Canadian, I'm headcannoing Shi Qingxuan is half Canadian for this fic because yes. Anything goes in fanfiction

I've heard shit about Haunting Adeline.....of all things to shove up a girls pussy you use a GUN?????? 😒

And yes, Xie Lian and Qi Rong are friends in this fic, leave me alone.

.... I don't have to explain this 😌

All hail Mei Nianqing 🫡 hes a tired old man giving advice to his friends.

I think this explains itself no? Guzi has a lot of uncles in this story with Xianle Quartet being a couple, beefleaf as well, future JunMei, and last but not least QuanYin.

No because would it be fish mpreg or nah. Yin Yu is asking the right questions oh my goodness gracious.

I love CoryxKenshin gang.

So yeah "WhY are they So OoC!" Gang. I just wanna have fun and be silly, so what if they are out of character 😔 can't I be a silly goose? Quack quack.

Anyways I hope you enjoy!!

Lady of Deceit - 3

It was a beautiful sunny day. The sun was shining, the birds chirping a wonderful song, the wind nice and cool.

It was simply a perfect day. . . . For chaos!

The cookie cleared her throat, then clapped her hands together. "Alrighty then. Vocal cords ready, jam sugar replenished." She placed her hands on her hair to adjust her blue bow, then patted her locks so her eyes could close. "Let the show begin!"

She perked up when she heard familiar voices walking closer to her side, then snapped her fingers to release the hounds she had taken for her grand performance. "Ahem. Aa ahh~ Perfect!" She cleared her throat again, then inhaled. "HELP! PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME!!"

"Huh? Sounds like someone needs our help!" She heard a cookie, Gingerbrave if she recalled, speaking up making her giggle. "No! I can't laugh yet, I have to hold it in. HELP! PLEASE HELP ME!" she continued to scream, turning around to run towards the cookie's direction with the hounds on her heels. When she saw familiar cookies rushing towards her, she made sure her eyes widened and began to cry. "AHH SO SCARY!"

"Don't worry Miss!" Gingerbrave called out, brandishing his candy cane out as he and his friends ran towards the hounds. "We'll take care of this!"

The cookie ran and hid behind a tree, before poking her head out to stare at them. "Annnd target captured." She giggled, placing her hand over her mouth to hide her grin. After watching them deal with the hounds, she stepped out and adjusted her dress, fiddling with her sleeves. "Um, thank you all so much for saving me!" She said, letting out a sigh of relief. "Those hounds suddenly started to chase me when I was taking a walk. It was so scary...."

"It's alright now Miss." A warm familiar voice spoke up, and she blinked when she felt warm hands cup her own. Pure Vanilla Cookie gave her a smile, his eyes opened making an unfamiliar feeling creep up inside her, which she was quick to shove down. "I'm just glad we got here in time. Here, let me see if I can heal any of your injuries."

"Ah - thank you kind sir." She forced a giggle out, blue heterochromatic eyes staring directly at the bright blue soul jam that was here, HERS! As she felt Pure Vanilla use his power on her, a warmth that made some part of the cookie want to curl up in a blanket and sleep peacefully, she shook her head to quickly get back into character. "Thank you so much. May I get your name good sir?"

"Oh!" He let out a soft laugh. "Of course. My name is Pure Vanilla Cookie, and these are my dear friends, Gingerbrave Cookie, Wizard Cookie, and Strawberry Cookie."

"Hello!"

"I-It's nice to meet you."

"Good day."

"Hohohoho! It's nice to meet all of you." She smiled. "You cookies are so shiny and so strong!"

Strawberry Cookie tilted her head to the side. "Shiny and strong?'

Oops, she might have made a mistake. Oh whatever, that's what improv is for! "Yes! So shiny so strong! The aura you guys radiated when you were fighting was so . . . . beautiful. So inspiring! You guys could be the protagonist of your own epics! Your own stories!"

"Awww" Gingerbrave blushed, Strawberry Cookie let out a squeak and pulled the drawstrings of her hoodie to hide a bit, and Wizard Cookie huffed with pride. Kids, so naive. Well, at least that was solved.

"You four gave me your names, but you don't know mine!" She gasped, removing her hands from Pure Vanilla's grip to pick up the edge of her dress, and gave the four a bow. "I am Blueberry Jam Cookie. It's a pleasure to meet you all!"

"The pleasure is all ours." Pure Vanilla chuckled making Blueberry let out a giggle. "Would you like us to guide you back home Miss Blueberry? It's pretty dangerous in the forest."

"Oh my~" Blueberry Jam beamed. "That would be so! See, I actually came here to get a few more supplies for my trip! See, I'm actually moving out and wanted to gather a few berries, but I forgot my wand back home and well the hounds found me and . . . .well you know the rest."

"Oh! Where are you heading Miss Blueberry?"

A grin formed in her face, and she bit back her cackle. "Why, Vanilla Kingdom!"

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MC TWIN AU - CALEB's Spitfire.

It took a lot of begging, a lot of pouting, and a lot of bribery, but eventually you agreed to follow MC to her grandma's house.

"My friend Caleb will be there with us today!" She said excitedly as you drove, following the instructions of the GPS and MC's memory.

You hands clenched on the steering wheel, but you force a grin to form on your lips. "Oh? Caleb hm? That's the uhh the pilot guy right?'

MC nods, her eyes flashing with excitement. "Yep, that's him. I don't see him often since he lives in Skyhaven now, so I really want you two to meet! I'm sure you'll love him."

Oh, you had no doubt in your mind that you'll love him. After all, he was the love interest you went after back on Earth!

Hours of grinding, hours of listening to secret times, hours of kitty cards and claw machines. Even when the whole fandom hated him for being MC's 'brother', you were his biggest fan.

Maybe it was because out of all the other love interests who saw their first love in MC, this MC was Caleb's first and only MC. That was what made him win among all the others.

So you gave your sister a gentle smile and reached over to ruffle her hair. "Hmm, I'm sure he's a great guy with all the stories you tell me." You hummed, laughing as she tried to hit you for messing with her hair. "Hey hey hey! Don't disturb the driver ok! Watch it!"

When the two of you arrived, MC bounced over to the door as you slowly trailed behind her, nervously fiddling with your hands. It's ok, it will be ok. You've been through worse! You've been through an entire pandemic! You shouldn't be this scared.

You watched as the door opened and a familiar boy, well, man would be the best word no? stepped out and pulled MC into a hug, and you quickly stomped on the green monster called jealousy that threatened to claw itself out, and continued to merely watch as the two childhood friends reunited. MC finally pushed him away and turned to look back at you. "Come on!" She gestured, making you let out a small sigh, steel your nerves, and walk up towards the house, ignoring the stare he placed on you. She grabbed your hands and smiled up at him. "Caleb, this is the girl I told you about. My twin! We did blood tests and everything! [Name], this annoying piece of sh-"

"Whoah now pipsqueak. Is that how you introduce me to your friends?" He interrupted, raising a brow and crossing his arms over his chest. He let out a sigh and tutted. "I'm hurt!"

MC poked her tongue out at him. "Bleh!'

'Bleh!"

You could only watch with a sweatdrop. "Um, hi?'

Purple eyes snapped towards you, and a gentle smile formed on his lips. "Hey there. The name's Caleb." He outstretched his hand for a handshake, and as you accepted it, it took every restraint you could muster up to not squeal with joy as you felt his tight grip. MC was one lucky girl! "It's nice to meet the infamous twin."

You raise a brow, and turn your gaze to stare at MC. "Infamous? You talking shit about me?"

MC huffed. "Of course I don- Ow ow OWW!" She yelped as you reach over to smack her head. "Nothing bad nothing bad honestly!"

You smack her again for good measure. With a huff, you focus on Caleb. "Everything negative she might have told you about me, it's all wrong."

A small chuckle leaves his lips. "So you don't threaten to stab someone whenever you're losing at Kitty Cards?"

You innocently bat your eyes up at him. "Little ole me? Threaten someone? I would never!"

"Liar! You threatened to push me into incoming traffic just last week!"

"No I didn't."

"Yes you did!"

"Nuh uh."

"Yah uh!"

Laughter interrupts you two, and you both turn your heads to see Caleb doubling over with laughter. "Oh! You two are a couple of riots!" He wheezes, wiping tears out of the corner of his eyes. "Oh my God! But you two should come inside now. Grandma has been dying to meet you."

MC's eyes lit up and she drags you in by your arm. "Come come! Let's go meet Grandma!"

The dinner was nice, and you realized that just like in game, Caleb could cook really well in reality as well. You tried your best to answer any questions sent your way or just simply talk, but your mind was mainly on the dishes before you as you gobbled them up. "Woah slow down, slow down spitfire!" The nickname makes you blink, and laughter makes you raise your head to stare at purple eyes. "The food isn't going anywhere. And if you like, I could pack some extras for you?"

You stare at Caleb, then turn your gaze to MC and point at him with your chopsticks. "See, it's not that hard to be nice."

"Why you little -"

Spitfire huh? Well, you could work with that.

Prologue | Caleb | Zayne | Xaiver | Rafayel | Sylus |

I might do more on Caleb before doing anymore on the others tbh. I love Caleb sm

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | Caleb | 18+

Hey guys, Zayne makes me giggle and kick my feet, Dawnbreaker makes me sob, Foreseer makes me break down, and the Master of Fate makes me hyperventilate with either sadness or joy idk quite yet :)

I love him so much why am I the Dawnbreaker in this relationship

MC Twin AU - RAFAYEL'S Muse

"Please?"

"No."

"Pretty pleaseeee?"

"No and that's final!"

MC pouts making you roll your eyes at her, pushing around your straw that was in your drink. You place your chin on your palm and sigh. "Look, it sounds fun don't get me wrong, but I'm not really an art person you know? I wouldn't understand anything going on!"

MC raised a brow and pointed at your computer. "Isn't writing basically an art form!? So that makes you an artist as well!"

You could only deadpan at your twin. "Writing fanfiction is not something I typically boast about."

"But you display them publicly, like an art gallery! Hence, you are perfect for this!'

You stared at her and loudly slurped up your drink, then raised a brow at MC. "Ok, let's recap." You say, letting out a small sigh. "You got invited to this huge gallery thing, but you were also assigned to be security by the Hunter's Association for the very same gallery. So the person who gave you the invite said to not waste it and invite someone else, am I right?"

"Basically yeah."

"Ok. Next question before I decide to go or not. Why me-"

"Oh? If it isn't Miss Bodyguard~"

You pause when you hear a strinkingly familiar voice, then glance up when you see him.

Holy shit. He looked even hotter in reality.

"Rafayel?" MC blinks with confusion, placing the spoon she was about to put in her mouth back on her plate. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be preparing for your art show?"

You freeze at her words. Art Show? Rafayel? His Art Show!?

You should have known! How many fucking artists did your sister know except for him!? Of course, the art show she was bugging you to attend was his own! How could you be so stupid!?

You flinch slightly as Rafayel lets out an amused laugh, waving his hand nochantly. "Thomas has everything under control. All I really have to do is just show up and smile a bit. How boring."

Alright, [Name], this was NOT the time for simping! Sure, the man you wasted so much time and energy on was right next to you. Sure, the man you actually spent money on was breathing the same air as you, but crush down those hopes and dreams of seducing him! You weren't MC, and that was fine.

When they get married, at least you can stuff yourself full on the seafood that no doubt will be there. Mhmmm, you couldn't wait!

"Oh, Rafayel. This is my twin [Name]!" MC's voice breaks through your mind, and you blink back into awareness, then shoot a panicked, wide-eyed look at your twin, which she easily ignores. "[Name], this is Rafayel, the person whose art gallery is putting on a show for his works."

You finally raise your head to look up at him again (when had you lowered your head?), and your breath stutters. Fuck him being a mermiad, he was a gosh darn Siren. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mister Rafayel." You give him a small smile, trying your hardest not to squeal with excitement as he gives you a smile back. "I've seen some of your artwork. It really is beautiful."

"Hmm. I know."

Brat.

"So, will you come?" MC demands, reaching over to tap your arm. You let out a long sigh, rubbing your forehead. Alright, what were the pros and cons of going to this art show? Pros! You get to see Rafayel's work in real life since the game wouldn't show you anything. Pros! There's bound to be good food there since the little fishie is so rich. Pros! Hot Man In Sight.

Cons: Hot Man In Sight. Cons: It might disturb plot. Cons: Even though you loved your twin, jealousy was an ugly thing.

. . . . Damm. The pros outweighed the cons. You let out a tired sigh and glare at your sister. "Fine. But! As soon as you're off the clock, I'm out."

"Yay! Thank you!"

Hours passed, and you found yourself in the art show. You take a bite of the shrimp you had snatched from the table and stare up at the painting before you. The beautiful blues of the ocean, the little pink and orange jellifishes, and a colorful school of fish swam around the huge white clam that had a beautiful pearl in the middle. You swallow your shrimp and tilt your head to the side, trying to imprint the painting in your mind.

"I saw those little fishies in a dream." A voice whispers next to you, making you almost choke on your shrimp. After you had finished dying, you turned your head to see Rafayel standing next to you, his gaze completely on the painting. "In my dream, a silly fish let his friends so he could try and get that pearl. But he failed in the end."

Hot man talking hot man talking hot man- "The fish sounds very brave." You inwardly panic as he turns his head to silently stare at you. "Even if he failed, at least he tried! Most people, or well, fishes in this case, would rather let their desires fester back to the bottom of the sea."

Wait a second. Was Rafayel talking about how he represented the fish and how MC was the pearl? Goodness gracious, you were about to scream. You clear your throat and quickly toss another shrimp in your mouth to try and calm your thoughts. "My sister is still busy."

"I knoow," he sighs out, and you can't help but let out a small laugh. "And this art show is so boring. So, tell me about yourself."

Huh? "What?"

He leans closer to you, a smile on his face that makes your heart beat faster, blood rushing in your veins. "Tell me more about yourself," he says again. "I want to know more about Miss Bodyguard's twin."

. . . . You know what? Fine. It wasn't like you were actively trying to romance him! You could be friends! "Sure! What would you like to know?"

"Everything and anything." he smiles wider.

Prologue | Caleb | Zayne | Xaiver | Rafayel | Sylus |

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Happy Birthday, Rafayel! I hope you have a wonderful day with MC