(adj) mysterious and entrancing; beyond ordinary understanding

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Y/n was resting in his room, sipping on the tea that Fitzgerald so kindly gave to him. He has to admit, he's been living a life of luxury ever since he came aboard the Moby Dick, and he quite liked it. He didn't have to worry about work, he didn't have to worry about 'him,' he ate good and his sleep was much better these past few days.

However, Y/n always had that small feeling in the back of his mind that everything felt wrong. That he didn't deserve this type of treatment, that there was others who deserved it more. Maybe Atsushi, or Dazai, or even the Tanizaki, they all deserved this treatment much more than he did. He was only here to buy some time, to keep Fitzgerald occupied.

Y/n wonders how the agency is doing without him. Did they care? Did they wonder where he was? Did Atsushi even tell them about the situation he was in? Did they even want to bring him back? It was times like these Y/n would rather have sex than to think about these thoughts.

Sex was his escape, Y/n's only way of coping, to ease his depression. However, sex was also what made Y/n the person he was today, without it, he's nothing. And in order to have sex, he needs to be beautiful. He needed to be sexy, to be eye candy for men and women. He objectified himself, turning himself into nothing but sweet dessert for the imagination. And he hated himself for it. But it's not like he can back out now.

Y/n looked out of the window, watching the city below him as the clouds passed by with the breeze. The harsh light of the sun on his skin was uncomfortable but he knew as long as he didn't use his ability he will not burn or get hurt. The sun and the clouds a stark reminder of the horrors of his past. So beautiful, so clean, so perfect, so heavenly and angelic. It was sickening to him.

But it makes Y/n wonder, where is Gabriel now?

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John Steinbeck was a curious fellow. Bright blue eyes with a puppy face and bright yellow, almost gold, hair. His farmer outfit humbled him and a reminder of what his ability is. He has always been the most cheerful in the guild. Thus, when he attached himself to Lovecraft, the two were the complete opposite and shocked many.

However, John would like to say that he was a good friend of Lovecraft. Therefore, he noticed when Lovecraft was, with no pun intended, in love with the recent captured prisoner. What about this prisoner captivated Lovecraft this much? The stoic man with an odd personality that has little to no knowledge on how to be a proper human, in love? It was hard to think of, but John was curious.

He couldn't help himself, John wanted to see the prisoner. With a puppy attitude guiding him, peeked into the lounge that the prisoner was currently resting in. His deep blue eyes scanned over the figure as the prisoner's back was turned to him. His playful smile rested into a shocked frown.

Now, John wasn't one to ogle, but for this one time, he does. The prisoner was very attractive. Broad shoulders, a good upper body, thick thighs and a good waist. Not only that but beautiful skin, and the way he held himself with confidence, John couldn't help but blush. However, John knew that looks are not what catches Lovecraft's eyes.

John was about to speak up, but the prisoner beat him to it. Turning around and facing him. John awed more. Hair that covered the prisoner's eyes, but not like how Poe does, no, this was neater like it was on purpose. And, by the gods, that chest should not be normal for a man but this prisoner made it work. John couldn't help but stare.

Y/n smiled down at John. "Oh? Hello," he greeted softly in an unbelievably loving tone. "How can I help you?"

John took a second to collect himself. He shook his head and his puppy smile returned to his lips as he looked up at Y/n. "I heard from a little bird that Lovecraft got himself a little crush. I had to see what all of the hype was about," he claimed. He was blunt, no filter.

Y/n chuckled, a deep chuckle, one that made John tense slightly. "Lovecraft huh? Well, I sure hope I didn't disappoint."

John shook his head. "Not at all. I can see why Lovecraft likes you, but knowing him looks aren't all to it." He couldn't help but gaze his eyes up and down Y/n. There was no malice or lust, but with genuine curiosity.

Y/n smiled softly. "Yes, that does sound like Lovecraft. I suppose you can say we relate to each other."

"So, you're saying that you can understand each other. If I didn't know any better than I would say Lovecraft is attracted to you because you're the only person in the world that can relate to him."

"You can say that."

"But you don't carry yourself like him." John put a thumb under his chin in thought. "You're more... human."

"Human?" Y/n raised a brow.

John nodded. "Yeah. I know Lovecraft can be... a little... different, ya know?"

Y/n chuckled and nod. "Yes, I suppose he's a little different from your average person." He couldn't help but be slightly amused.

"But you say you can relate to him, and yet you carry yourself with such confidence that... it makes you more human."

Y/n stayed silent for a moment. He couldn't help it. Sure, Y/n kept the fact that he wasn't entirely 'human' to himself, but hearing that he can pass for a full fledge human makes a certain feeling stir inside him. However, he kept that to himself.

Y/n smiled softly to John with an actor's confusion. "Thank you, I suppose." He chuckled.

John stared at Y/n for a moment longer, examining Y/n. "You know, I can see why Lovecraft likes you."

Y/n raised a brow. "Oh?"

John smiled. "You may hold yourself more like a human, but there is still a hint of inhuman with you. I guess, Lovecraft likes the right person."

Y/n stared at John. He couldn't help but be stunned by the words. He smiled softly and nod, a soft blush on his cheeks. "Thank you. Tell Lovecraft that I appreciate him too."

John smiled.

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Y/n was walking down the halls, simply admiring the interior design. However, his attention was deterred when he felt a small tough on his pants. He raised a brow and looked down, he couldn't help but be surprised when he saw a raccoon with tearful eyes looking up at him.

"Oh?" Y/n muttered. "What's a little guy like you doing here?" He kneeled down to get a better look at the raccoon. "Cute little guy, aren't you?"

The raccoon reached its tiny hands up as if wanting to be picked up. Y/n couldn't help but chuckle as he gave what the raccoon wanted. He stood up carefully as he held the raccoon in his arms like a little toddler.

Y/n smiled as he looked at the raccoon. "Did you find your way in here or are you someone's pet?"

The raccoon chittered, nuzzling its muzzle against Y/n's cheek. Y/n couldn't help but chuckle softly. He didn't expect the raccoon to be so affectionate. The raccoon squealed softly as it tired to move Y/n's hair out of his eyes. However, once it did so, it paused for a moment seeing Y/n's (e/c) eyes.

The raccoon tilted its head in confusing seeing the (e/c) color. Y/n, just as confused but smiling softly, only copied the raccoon's actions. "Hm? Something wrong, little guy?"

The raccoon cooed in questioning, almost as if it was caught off guard.

"K-Karl! There you are!" A panicked voice spoke up.

Both the raccoon, now known as Karl, and Y/n perked up as they looked to their side. Running up to them was a man with messy hair that covered his eyes, a thin figure and slouched so that his real height wasn't really shown. Y/n and Karl couldn't help but tilt their heads again.

The man panted as he ran up to Y/n. However, he paused when he noticed that Y/n also had hair covering his eyes. "Oh?"

"Oh?" Y/n let out.

Karl looked back and forth between the two.

Y/n then chuckled. "I believe this little guy is yours huh?" He gently lifted Karl up.

The man stuttered for a moment, a small blush under his hair as he nodded. "Y-yes..."

"Karl was it?" Y/n said as he handed the raccoon to the man. "He's very cute."

Karl reluctantly let himself be handed over to the man. He nudged his snout against the man's cheek and lifted up the hair, as if checking something. When Karl noticed that the man has dark grey colored eyes, he immediately looked happy as he climbed onto the man's shoulders.

The man couldn't help but sigh in relief as his tense figure relaxed slightly. "Karl... you cant be running off by yourself like that..." he muttered, while Karl only chirped.

Y/n chuckled, making the man look at him. "Gotten out of hand, huh? Karl was very well behaved. I suppose, the hair style confused him a bit. My name is Y/n L/n. Please, feel free to call me Y/n."

The man got nervous. "I'm... Edgar Allan Poe... Feel free to... call me whatever you like, I guess."

"Poe... when a cute name, it fits you and your pet, nicely."

Poe blushed as he turned away, he couldn't help himself. He could see the (e/c) eyes stare at him with warmth through the (h/c) hair, it drove him crazy. He didn't think he would feel like this before. Since when has it felt this good to be acknowledged by someone who wasn't Ranpo, his greatest self-proclaimed rival?

"Thank you..."

Y/n smiled and nod. "I best be on my way," he claims. "I'm glad that you have found your friend." He gently pet Karl, to which the raccoon purred. "I'll see you around, Poe." He went to turn.

"W-wait!"

Y/n froze for a moment as he turned back to Poe with a raised brow. "Hm?"

"I... um..." Poe stuttered over his words as he tried to find the right ones to say. "You're... you're the prisoner, right? The one that the boss..." he trailed off not entirely sure what he can or cannot say.

"Oh? Fitzgerald? Yes, I am the prisoner that's Fitzgerald wanted, thus the reason I am here."

"Then... what about that were-tiger."

Y/n lowered his chin slightly. "What about him?"

"I thought that... boss would want both so... why are you only here?"

Y/n smiled mischievously. "Worry not, I wont be alone for much longer. I think you should go get some rest. Who knows when Fitzgerald's next orders might come in."

Poe stared at Y/n in confusion, Karl tilting his head as he rested on Poe's shoulders. "I suppose..." he muttered. "Alright. You rest well too."

Y/n smiled and nod as he turned to leave. Poe watched at Y/n left, confused and questioning what just happened. All he knew that he had a soft blush when talking to Y/n. Jeez, he really needs to get his feelings checked. Why was his heart beating so fast?

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Y/n and Fitzgerald were together in his office. However, no words were exchanged between the two. Mark Twain was already sent out and the both of them knew it was only a matter of time before the Moby Dick would be ambushed.

However, the two weren't alarmed. Fitzgerald was casually sipping on tea as Y/n was looking out to the sky of blue and white clouds. The occasional clinks of the tea cup that Fitzgerald had was all that could be heard in the background.

No one was on the Moby Dick, other than a select few, by Fitzgerald's orders. The smug blond man couldn't care less and had confidence in his ability to keep who ever it was at bay. A smile that split his face, and calm eyes as they kept on the drink in front of him.

When Fitzgerald raised the cup to his lips once again, a loud band could be heard rumbling throughout the ship. He paused and gently placed his cup down. Y/n looked away from the window for once as he looked at Fitzgerald, his hair covering his eyes. Fitzgerald only looked back at Y/n with a smile.

"Seems like our guests have arrived," Fitzgerald claims, pushing the cup away from him.

Y/n lowered his head slightly. "It seems so..."

Fitzgerald chuckled softly. "Y/n, would you be a dear and please return to your room." He stepped closer to Y/n, offering his hand.

Y/n nodded as he held Fitzgerald's hand, allowing the blond man to help him up from his seat. "Would it not be better for me to watch your conversation?" He questions.

"I wouldn't want you to be caught in the crossfire, my dear."

Y/n stayed silent for a moment. He hesitated to talk but he opened his mouth, "You're not going to go too rough on him, are you?"

Fitzgerald paused. He smiled at Y/n a mischievous smile. "I won't give him any major injuries."

"Francis..."

Another bang could be heard and the ground below the two shook. Y/n felt a pang of worry as he looked up at the metal ceiling. However, Fitzgerald cupped Y/n's face to look at him, holding his cheek gently and guiding him.

"I'll handle everything," Fitzgerald says with confidence. "You have my word."

Y/n stayed still. He leaned into Fitzgerald's hold for a moment before nodding. "Alright. Please, don't go too harshly on them."

Fitzgerald only smiled as he let go of Y/n. He gently hold Y/n's hand and kissed his knuckles before pulling away. "Best be on your way then," he says.

"Okay..." Y/n whispered as he too pull away and made his way through the door.

"Do wait for me, my dear."

Y/n paused for a moment at the open doorway. He said nothing or even acknowledge Fitzgerald's words as he left. He knew that Atsushi was here, but he was worried. A feeling in his gut that something will happen. As he passed by the window he looked down, seeing the large river under the flying machine.

An icky feeling in Y/n's gut made him uncomfortable. Like something bad was going to happen. For now, he can only hope that he can help Atsushi be safe.

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[A/N: it's not smut!
Also I love the idea that Karl just confuses Poe and Y/n together because of the same hairstyle, lmao ]

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