Host was bored. Sitting on a tall flower, watching the world around him. He was blind, though had learned to see magic. He had learned to stay away from humans, but they were fun to mess with, especially when he was alone. He noticed someone walking nearby though, their inner magic catching his eye. Curious, he flew up and towards them, though high above so he wouldn’t be noticed.

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Dark was barelly dragging his legs behind himself at this point, but he wanted to see the outside world as much as he could. He didn¨t know how much time Hades gave him to stay alive.

He stopped from time to time to caugh, feeling like his lungs might give up any time soon.

When he heard fluttering of wings around himself, he looked up with his pitch black eyes to see who was keeping him company.

Dark smiled softly, slightly shaking his head, carefull not to accidentally knock the fairy down. “they aren’t even telling me what they want me to do,” he replied quietly, twirling his thumbs. “So it’s basically going to be a surprise for me when they decide to cut the string. It may be in the following second, or in another thousand years.”

“They’re probably going to tell you, no? Isn’t it pretty useless to have someone’s heart and not let the person do anything?”, Host asked, curious and confused. Fairies rarely did anything out of their own will. They made deals, always wanting something in return to what they did.

Fairies were always mischievous little creatures, no matter which kind. Host was no exception to that, even when he was faced with a literal giant. Humans were already giants to him, but a being that was universally seen as giant? It was tremendous, and Host felt like a fly. His tallest was only six inches after all. And still, here he was, flopping down on top of Dark’s head and into his hair. Because he could fly away quick enough before getting squished, and it was comfy.

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Host would have been literally the size of an ant to the gargantuan entity. As such, he didn’t feel it when the fairy landed in his rather floofy hair. Someone of Host’s size could get lost in it but it was definitely soft.

The issue was, Dark had a habit of brushing his fingers through his hair, so he inevitably ended up doing just that.

Watch out, Host. You’ve got giant fingers incoming.

Host giggled at Dark’s answer, how he copied him. How cute! He liked him.
“I’ll tell you one thing I can do, if you tell me one thing you can do, which isn’t what a human can do.”, Host hummed, grinning. Fairies were good with words, since they couldn’t lie. Tricking people into doing or saying things was their metier.

“Very well. That seems like a fair enough exchange.” He wasn’t really out anything by telling Host something he could do. It wasn’t much of a secret and what was the fairy really going to do? Use it against him?

“I can teleport.”

“Ooh! Cool!”, Host wouldn’t have thought giants could do that! Though with how slow they were, it wasn’t much of a surprise.

“I can fly.”, he said then, grinning, but upholding his end of the deal. Deals were something fairies couldn’t just break, but as long as the conditions were lose like that, he could say pretty much whatever he wanted, as long as he could do it. He hadn’t even specified he had to say something that humans couldn’t do.

Host was bored. Sitting on a tall flower, watching the world around him. He was blind, though had learned to see magic. He had learned to stay away from humans, but they were fun to mess with, especially when he was alone. He noticed someone walking nearby though, their inner magic catching his eye. Curious, he flew up and towards them, though high above so he wouldn’t be noticed.

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Dark was barelly dragging his legs behind himself at this point, but he wanted to see the outside world as much as he could. He didn¨t know how much time Hades gave him to stay alive.

He stopped from time to time to caugh, feeling like his lungs might give up any time soon.

When he heard fluttering of wings around himself, he looked up with his pitch black eyes to see who was keeping him company.

“I’m very pelased to meet you, Host,” the demon smiled a little, sitting down on a nearby bench. “You can call me Dark.”

He sighed quietly at the fairy’s question, looking down on the tips of his shoes as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. “I’m not sure to be honest. My heart was taken from me about three months ago, and now my life is in someone else’s hands. Only they decide for how long I’m going to stay here.”

“That sounds terrible.”, Host said, frowning. His life depended on someone else? His heart was taken? It sounded really bad, and not like something he could fix either. He could give Dark a speaking horse if he wanted to, but not his heart back. He didn’t like that.

“Well, they’re keeping you alive thus far. As long as you do what they want, they should keep you alive, right?”.

Wilford had simply been shopping. Yes he was in a more illegal market area because…. Whoops? He stopped at a stall with cages, iron cages, holding things from birds to… Fairies? Wilford lifted one of the cages looking at the stall owner. “How much?” @insanity

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“Make an offer.”, the owner replied, voice rough.

The fairy inside the cage looked terrible. Laying on the ground, almost all visible skin red -the iron having burned him. He had been inside it for days, and he had gotten a bad iron poisoning from it. He’d be dead in a few more days if he stayed inside this cage. And even if he got out, if he didn’t get the help he needed, he’d die in maximum a week probably. Mostly since he was already weak, due to not getting treated properly.

“First, I’ll get back to health.”, Host smiled softly. He stood up and walked across the desk, closer to Wilford, before sitting down.

“Are you okay? You seem rather sad.”, he asked, curious. Wilford was a really nice and kind man, as far as he could tell.

Wilford had simply been shopping. Yes he was in a more illegal market area because…. Whoops? He stopped at a stall with cages, iron cages, holding things from birds to… Fairies? Wilford lifted one of the cages looking at the stall owner. “How much?” @insanity

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“Make an offer.”, the owner replied, voice rough.

The fairy inside the cage looked terrible. Laying on the ground, almost all visible skin red -the iron having burned him. He had been inside it for days, and he had gotten a bad iron poisoning from it. He’d be dead in a few more days if he stayed inside this cage. And even if he got out, if he didn’t get the help he needed, he’d die in maximum a week probably. Mostly since he was already weak, due to not getting treated properly.

“£1000.” Wilford offered instantly. The poor thing looked hurt. Really really hurt. “It looks like it’s dying so be reasonable with your pricing.” He cautioned.

“Sounds good. And it is.”, the man replied. He held out his hand for Wilford to give him the money, giving him the key to the cage in return. The fairy’s wings would’ve sold for higher, but he didn’t much care. He had healthy fairies still.

Wilford wrote him a check, taking the key and walking away before he could say anything else. He rushed around and after deciding the fairy was too weak to straight up release, he scrambled to buy a masonry jar. He knelt on the floor, pulling out his pocket knife and piercing the top over and over. He was sure he had read somewhere that iron was poisonous. The man unlocked the cage, sliding the small thing into his hands before gently placing him in the jar and tossing the cage off to the side. “Shit shit shit. Um- Mr fairy? I don’t know how to help, what do you need to survive?”

Host could hear what was happening, though couldn’t bring himself to care. Letting the human who had bought him move him, not really reacting to it. He was too weak to, if he was honest.

He wasn’t happy laying in a jar, though there was no where else, he supposed. He was just glad to be away from the iron.

“Amethyst..”, he replied, voice weak and quiet. He could barely make himself audible with his magic, otherwise his voice would’ve been too weak to hear. He needed crystals to heal, and he knew the one that’d help him best wasn’t as common to have. An amethyst would be second best, though.

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Host happily nuzzled against Anti as he was hugged, purring softly. He was very happy that Anti was happy with him.

The employee hummed softly, looking at Host. “He seems to be born blind, judging by his eyes. A wonder he keeps them open.”, they said and smiled lightly.
“I couldn’t think of anything. Nekos are generally like normal children, so treating him normal would be the best way to go. Though I do advice on keeping sharp things away, and to avoid tripping hazards. Staying tidy is also good, as your neko can’t see if you left something laying around or moved it.”, they could just give general advice to treat someone who was blind.

“And as long as you make sure he doesn’t eat whatever he finds laying around, it’s going to be alright, I’m sure.”.

Anti nodded at everything they had to say, still holding Host close. “Okay, thank you for the input. I’ll be sure to keep that all in mind. Come on Host, lets look around at what they’ve got,” He said, lightly rubbing the neko’s back.

He noticed that there were strollers that could be borrowed for going around the store and set Host in one so it would be easier to look at everything, making sure to tell him what he was doing so Host didn’t think something was wrong. He went to where the clothes and toys were first so that Host could hold one of the toys he liked while they went around the store.

“Before I start handing you toys to see if you like them, do you know if there are any kinds of toy you prefer Host?” He asked him as he got to where the toys were. There was a whole bunch, a mix of toys leaning on the cat side and ones leaning on the toddler side.

Made him wonder if nekos like catnip. There was actually a type of grass that had an effect similar to catnip but on dragons that made him a little loopy whenever he came across some. Jack jokingly called it dragonnip.

Host wasn’t happy being sat down, squirming in his seat. He did pull off the hat from his head, he was getting warm. And he could hear better without the hat over his ears. So he let himself be pushed around, sucking on his thumb as they did.

He perked up when he was addressed then, but shook his head. He never had had toys. But, ones that made sounds would be the best for him. Other than stuffed toys to hug or chew or claw on. He wanted something huggable!

He was curious what Anti was going to get him, swinging his legs lightly, tapping them against the stroller.

Wilford had simply been shopping. Yes he was in a more illegal market area because…. Whoops? He stopped at a stall with cages, iron cages, holding things from birds to… Fairies? Wilford lifted one of the cages looking at the stall owner. “How much?” @insanity

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“Make an offer.”, the owner replied, voice rough.

The fairy inside the cage looked terrible. Laying on the ground, almost all visible skin red -the iron having burned him. He had been inside it for days, and he had gotten a bad iron poisoning from it. He’d be dead in a few more days if he stayed inside this cage. And even if he got out, if he didn’t get the help he needed, he’d die in maximum a week probably. Mostly since he was already weak, due to not getting treated properly.

“£1000.” Wilford offered instantly. The poor thing looked hurt. Really really hurt. “It looks like it’s dying so be reasonable with your pricing.” He cautioned.

“Sounds good. And it is.”, the man replied. He held out his hand for Wilford to give him the money, giving him the key to the cage in return. The fairy’s wings would’ve sold for higher, but he didn’t much care. He had healthy fairies still.

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“Shankiesh!”, Host nuzzled against Anti happily. He was getting things! His old owner hadn’t cared to spend a lot of money on him. He just go water and rarely milk to drink, and got day old leftovers, or stuff his owner didn’t like but ended up having. Host never had anything he actually liked. He was used to being treated very badly, so this was the high of luxury for him.

He’d get clothes, actual clothes made for nekos. He’d get proper things for hygiene. He’d be looked after and cared for, liked. It was nothing he ever remembered, since he had been taken from his mother too young. He was still too young to be away from her, technically.

Anti smiled and pressed a kiss to Host’s head as he carried him. He was glad he could make the little guy happy. How anyone could be so cruel as to get a neko at such a young age only to just abandon them was beyond him. Children of any species were precious and deserved to be treated better.

After a few more minutes of walking they finally reached the store Anti was looking for. As far as he knew it was the only store in Brighton that had stuff for nekos around Host’s age. He opened the door and stepped inside where it was warm. Since he wasn’t exactly an expert on what things would be best to get, he planned on asking one of the employees if they could help him out, with Host’s input of course. This was for him after all, he should get to choose what he liked best.

Host leaned against Anti, purring softly as they walked. He was very happy, and comfortable. He barely felt the cold, with the scarf wrapped so tightly around him. It was nice, and he was happy.

He noticed when they walked into the store, feeling the warmth, and the new different scents. His ears twitched beneath the hat, and he tried looking around a little, even if he couldn’t actually see anything.

There was an employee close by, who noticed Anti and how he looked a little like he needed help. So they walked up to him with a smile.
“Hello! Can I help you, sir?”, they asked.

Anti chuckled a little when he noticed Host looking around curiously. His gaze quickly turned to the employee when they approached. “Your help would be really appreciated, yeah. I found this little guy on the streets last night and decided to take him in, but I don’t really have any of the stuff needed to take care if him properly. Could you show me around and recommend what would be best for him?”

He pulled out a list he had made from his pocket and handed it to them. It had everything he had gone over in his head earlier written down, though if there was anything else he might need he was open to suggestions.

He wanted to give Host the best life he possibly could. The little guy deserved that after what he had gone through. He was gonna spoil him rotten. Well, kinda. He wouldn’t let him turn into a brat, that would be irresponsible parenting.

The employee curiously looked Host over, frowning a little at how young he looked. Who left such a young neko on the streets? They hadn’t heard about such before, though it happened people took them too young from their mother. In that regard, some treated them like human children.

They took the list, humming softly and nodding. “We have different sections, where you should find anything you need. The hygienic products, such as diapers, pull ups, wipes, nail clippers, are over there.”, they said, pointing towards the section. The shelves had labels above them with the general contents too.

“Toys, pacifiers and stuffed animals are there. Clothes are over there. We have a few books on nekos as well, near the cash register.”, they pointed everything out for Anti, before giving back the list.

“I’m glad you’re taking care of him. An abandoned neko is always a tragedy.”.

“ Is that my shirt? ” ( mmhhh some host and google oliver? :D)

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I enjoyed writing this one but I feel like it’s not very good.

Also, if I could name the specific Oliver/Host (not Google/Host in general, but Oliver/Host) ship, I’d name it “Oliver Twist”

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Prompt: “Is that my shirt?”

    Oliver came back online alone.

    With a soft sigh he pried himself free of the tangled sheets and rolled to face the empty side of the bed, noting that the pillow was still warm, though just barely.

    But while the other side of the bed was empty, the room was not. His sensors indicated someone else was here.

    “Host?” Oliver sat up, his fans kicking in as his systems booted up and registered the early morning chill.

    He couldn’t hear the soft muttering that usually accompanied the Host, but the ego’s clothes were still strewn about the floor, still lying where Oliver had tossed them when he’d stripped them off.

    He heard a faint rustle, and his gaze shot to the window.

    There was the Host, his still form bathed in the shafts of sun that were just beginning to drift through the window. He perched on the edge of his desk chair, elbows resting on his knees as he leaned forward so his nose was a mere inch from the glass.

    Oliver shoved aside the covers, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. The smooth wooden boards creaked beneath his feet as he made his way over.

    “I had fun last night,” he said, placing a hand on the Host’s shoulder to alert him of his presence before leaning down and pressing a kiss to his cheek. Then he pulled back, confusion flickering across his face. “Are you- is that my shirt?”

    “The Host likes the feel of it,” the Host whispered without moving away from the window. His breath created tiny puffs of fog on the windowpane. The yellow android shirt he wore hung off him, despite their physical similarities, not made to fit him like it did Oliver.

    “The sun is rising.” He said after a long moment of silence.

    Oliver nodded. “It is.”

The Host tilted his head toward Oliver, ever so slightly. “The Host requests that Oliver describe it to him.”

Oliver smiled and complied.

“Don’t leave me alone, please..” (just some hosty, cus i dunno, just a reaction or smth is oki :’D )

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Dark gave Host a sad look as he walked to him, wrapping his arms around his thin torso. “I won’t, ever,” he whispered the promise, kissing his cheek. “I’m right here with you, and I won¨t be going anywhere without you. I love you too much to leave you,” he added just as quietly, caressing the younger one’s hair.

The incubus nodded. “Of course, love,” he whispered, picking up his partner in his arms bridal style before settling himself down on the sofa, still holding Host as clsoe to himself as possible. he wanted to make him feel safe and protected all the time.

Host was very thankful to be sitting somewhere with Dark, nuzzling against the other. Maybe he’d sleep some first, before talking about it. That’d be good, probably.

“I love you.”, he mumbled softly.