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Anonymous question;  this is a little silly but edgar and norton confessing maybe........ probably happens accidentally and they're so embarrassed but it's mutual so it ends up in them kissing all giggly.........

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The match has only just started, 5 ciphers remain and the hunter is Soul Weaver. It seems that she found Edgar first but thanks to a bit of intervention she switched targets to Patricia. It’s not been a good match at this point with one person injured and no ciphers being popped. Leo’s memory was always a bit of a pain in the ass for everyone involved.

The next thing I know, I see Victor’s dog running at me with a letter

‘A healing letter’ I think to myself- not the most helpful when we need to decode but then I hear crunching in the snow and as annoyed sigh

“Campbell” It was a familiar voice, Edgar had made his way over here after the hunter left him alone. He was holding his arm which seemed to be dangling further down than usual. He didn’t have any of his paintings- Had he used them already or did he drop them? He looks pretty annoyed with the whole situation “Heal me”

The mechanics of everything in these games was still beyond me. We don’t “bleed” in a traditional sense. We have stuffing and stitching and it barely feels any different but it gives us some very unique properties. Like the fact Edgar’s arm is almost falling off because the stitching came undone.

“Does it hurt?” Dumb question- That was a really dumb thing for me to ask and I can tell by the way his face twists further that it does hurt!

“If your arm was falling off, would it hurt?” He scowls at me “Yes, it really fucking hurts, Campbell.”

Point taken. I don’t say another word, instead pulling the sewing kit we are all given for healing and moving to fix his arm. It’s pretty bad- Stuffing coming out and he doesn’t seem to be able to move it at all. Though, he does grimace when I begin sewing it back together- is it because it hurts or because it’s a strange sensation? … Or maybe because the idea of having your arm sewn back on it is an unpleasant one? There are lots of options but I don’t ask because he already seems like he is upset.

“Did you lose your painting in the kite?” I question as I push stuffing back into his body with a finger while holding the needle. He is looking everywhere but at me right now

“Yes, I dropped them because I couldn’t carry them and make sure my arm stayed on. I’ll pick them up once we are done here.” He hisses before taking a deep breath “They are probably ruined. Damn hunter …”

Even if they are ruined, I imagine they will still be able to be used due to some strange magic or rule the game has. I don’t bother to mention it though since I am focused. My hands are shaky from the cold and I don’t want to mess this up and hurt him further. After about 30 seconds though I pull the needle tight to make sure the stitching is secure and he is able to move his arm again and he sighs in relief this time. It seems like a lot of his annoyance melted away.

“Thank you” He says quickly as he tries out the mobility of the stitching and it seems fine. Thank god.

Just then we hear a cipher pop, Victor must have finished his- and it seems Patricia is still kiting well so i’m not to concerned right now

“I know ya said you wanted to go get your paintings, but can you help me finish this quickly?” It was more like an excuse to just keep him around longer- The middle of a match isn’t the best time to do stuff like this but outside of matches he is usually secluded to his room, So if I had the chance to talk to him a bit more I'd take it.

He stares for a second before sighing “I suppose.”

Usually you do not want to decode cipher machines together, but he is here and the next cipher is a bit away and Victor is heading to it so it’s fine- At least I think so.

The next thing I know, Edgar is recoiling from the machine, cursing under his breath. I look over and see that he’s cut his hand open- How is he managing this today?

“Stupid old machines-” He is quite frustrated. I was about to offer to fix his hand as well but he didn't even hesitate to shove it in my general direction, palm out stretch with stuffing poking out.

“You are a bit clumsy today” I laughed a bit as I took the sewing kit out once more to begin repairing his hand.

“It’s- It’s not my fault! This match is already stupid. I’d rather just go back to the manor already” He huffs as he once again looks to elsewhere

He is quite stubborn and hates making mistakes, especially in front of others. He must be feeling nervous or as if he failed since it’s still so early in the match and he might think things will go further south (Though Patricia seems to be doing just fine!)

“Well, I’m glad you haven’t. We need everyone we can get and you are a valuable asset to our team” I spoke as I pushed the stuffing back into his hand and then began stitching it once again. A prompt coming over the speakers to tell us that Victor has started another cipher.

Once I finished and looked back at him I noticed his face was a bit red and he seemed angry. I couldn’t help but blink a few times, my confusion becoming evident on my face due to his expression.

“Why did you have to say that…” He spoke with clenched teeth, hands shaking a bit now

“Whoa, Whoa, Whoa- Come on Valden It was just-” He cut me off pretty quickly by speaking over me

“You aren’t making this any easier for me-! All you do is keep acting all sweet and kind and it’s making my heart race and I can’t focus”

I am taken so back by his outburst and I’m sure it’s evident by the look on my face, though his words start to replay in my head over and over and now my cheeks are beginning to heat up as well. I can only hope that Victor isn’t within hearing range of all of this.

Silence fell between us as he started to slowly look more and more mortified with what he said so I quickly cleared my throat both to get his attention and hopefully to relieve my own creeping embarrassment.

“Okay-” I started “Maybe I’m misunderstanding or overstepping, so tell me if I am! But if ya like me Valden, then that’s um, that’s fine.” He seemed relieved as I said that, so I guess I hit the nail on the head “I… I also, um, like you” I said as I rubbed the back of my neck, smiling sheepishly as both the realization of what I am saying and the awareness that we are still in a match dawned on me

He was shocked by my words, looking at me wide eyed. Seeming to try and think of what to say before he scoffed and averted his eyes. His cheeks were a rosy color and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“D-Don’t Laugh! It’s embarrassing!” He kicked the snow and huffed “Fine, I do like you! There! Now– N-Now! We need to get back to the match!” He was clearly trying his best and I appreciated it. It was cute. So I gave him a quick pat on the head as the sound of the second cipher popped (Sorry Victor!) and I quickly planted as kiss on his forehead

“I’ll meet you after the match and we’ll have to apologize to Patrcia and Victor for not pulling our weight. Try not to get injured anymore”

He paused for a second as hand comes to touch his own cheeks and then nodded in agreement

“Alright…” he started to move before stopping “Don’t get hurt either, Idiot”

I laughed and nodded, turning back to my cipher and waited till I no longer heard his footsteps before cursing to myself for being so lame, but at least I somehow got a boyfriend out of this mess.

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Anonymous question;  I havent seen any fics about them but Im really fixated on Paranormal detective x Golden Ratio Edluca rn. would it be ok^^?

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ຽ( ⊗‸⊗)＜Hm. Alright, I can do something with that since you asked so nicely.

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He’s been hanging around here so much. Day after day he is loitering around with those weird rods that he has thinking it will truly lead him to the answers he is trying to find. I find this humorous. I still don’t entirely understand what he is looking for either since it’s nothing to do with alchemy, but to each their own, right? I only wish he wouldn’t keep loitering around. It scared off the others that were studying here with me, but there is little I can do. Even when I tried to scare him off, he didn't run. At this point, he is familiar enough with me that he always calls me –

“Goldie! Are you around here?”

I grimace at the nickname. I am incredibly unfond of it but no matter what I say he insists on calling me it. I could simply pretend to not be here, but he’ll then only start searching through the area for me instead because he knows I don’t go far.

Just as I thought, He is starting to head towards the entrance of the building so I simply leaped from the ledge I had hidden at and landed in front of him. The plant life around me sprang to life around my feet as I did so.

“I have told you to stop calling me that. Perhaps if you called upon me correctly I’d be more inclined to appear before you.” I spoke coldly towards him but he just smiled at me stupidly. This always irritated me.

“And yet you showed up!” He seemed proud of this fact but I just tried to ignore it. “Anyways, I was looking for you”

Clearly. I think the annoyance on my features was becoming evident by how he looked at me. He wasn’t a stupid man, far from it, in fact. He was clever and intelligent, but he also had a one-track mind and usually pushed ahead if he felt he had a goal close at hand.

“Do you think you could show me deeper into your facility? I won’t touch anything unless you let me, but I’m sure the thing I’m looking for is deeper inside” He didn’t even seem to doubt that I’ll allow him inside, which ticked me off a bit.

It ticked me off because he was right. True company is sparse here. Many who come here are only in search of teaching or to try and best me. A bunch of insulting folks.

“It is my home. I have told you this” I couldn’t think of a better retort to try and seem annoyed. At this point, I don’t know if I am annoyed with him or myself. Maybe it’s a mixture of both but he quickly looked sheepish at me.

“Sorry, sorry! Can you let me into your home to look around a bit?” There was still that same level of expectation of a positive answer and I almost wanted to answer no purely to wipe the look off of his face, but I can’t.

“Fine. Do not touch anything regardless of what you may think it is.” I said this sternly and he seemed to understand as he nodded along with me. I think he understands the dangers enough at this point that I don’t need to lecture him further on the topic.

The outside of the observatory is rundown and broken looking, hidden away deep in a forest so that humans leave it alone and do not come here. I am still unsure how or why he found this place, but he had yet to see the deepest parts of it since it is my own private quarters and where I teach those I trust.

As we step further inside, the plants grow around my feet and wither just as quickly as I step and he seems to be taking note of this.

“Hey, Goldie,” I already begin to sigh because of the nickname “Is there a reason plants seem to grow around you?”

I suppose it’s a good enough question, though it’s complicated alchemy that I have infused into my body. I do not know how to explain it to someone who has no knowledge of the topic at hand.

“In the simplest of terms… I can instill life in things by touching them. However if my touch leaves I take that life with me unless I put it there intentionally.” I don’t elaborate further, thinking that is a perfect explanation for someone not in the know of the intricacies and complexities of alchemy. He is also plenty smart, so I am sure he can figure out anything else on his own.

We reach the back of the observatory and he still seems focused on the plants that are sprouting so it gives me the chance to move the mechanism that allows me to hide the entrance to my home. With a quick few actions, two walls pull in on themselves before opening to reveal a staircase.

“Follow me”

It’s a simple command that he seems to have heard as we both head inside the stairwell and the door closes behind us quickly, casting us into darkness.

“Um,” He begins “Is it supposed to be dark?”

Another “good enough” question from him.

“Yes, it’s supposed to be dark because I have memorized the tunnels and locations of everything. It’s supposed to prevent others from sneaking around”

I can tell he is thinking of things to say back but I simply grab his hand to lead him through the stairs and twists and turns before there is a light that appears at the end of a specific tunnel. This is my bedroom.

Entering into it I let go of his hand now and he begins looking around and taking in the visuals. My room is an organized mess. My bed has scrolls and books scattered on it. The bookcases are stuffed with various things that are stacked to the ceiling; Scrolls, books, artifacts, full and empty bottles, and a few other miscellaneous items. My desk has various things taped to the wall and many open books and scrolls laying on it with paperweights holding them all down, and in the far corner, there are various plants in various phases of growth.

“You’ve got a really nice room here.” He said as he looked around with a smile on his face before looking back at me. He approached with a hand on his chin, seeming to inspect me now.

“What is it?” I question plainly, fully expecting some unimportant answer or question that is easy and quick to answer

“Did you know you leave glowing gold dust when you walk? It lit up the tunnel a bit if you looked hard enough”

I was taken aback by this statement and he only pushed closer, my heart skipped a beat and my eyes went wide as his face was now inches from my own.

“Do you mind?!” I sputtered but he didn’t move. He seems to be inspecting me for some reason and I was getting annoyed with it more and more by the second.

“Ya know, you have a real pretty face~,” He said this so casually before he moved away now, looking around the room once again, moving towards my potted plants and ignoring me now as my face became a bit hot and that previous annoyance came back very intensely.

I really can't wrap my mind around him at all.

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Anonymous question; :uhm: :lookup: edgar may I,  may I please have fan wujiu and xie bi'an with a scenario of their confession to one another?

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𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨.

It was then that I realized where my thoughts were drifting and had a faint blush dust my cheeks as I sighed to myself. However, it didn’t go unnoticed by the other.

“Is it not good?” He seemed disappointed, though I quickly shook my head to indicate otherwise.

“It is quite delicious, as expected of you. I simply had something on my mind that was bothering me”

I knew the moment I spoke those words, it was a mistake. Xie Bi’an is not the type to ignore if something is bothering me and will ask to know until I tell him or until he grows too tired to keep asking.

“Is that so? You can share it with me, you know. If it is bothering you so much to cause you to sigh while you are eating, then it must be quite a serious situation.” He spoke in such a caring and kind tone that it is hard to resist answering him honestly. Though if I were to answer him honestly, how would he react?

“I do not wish to soil our dinner with such a dreary topic,” I speak quickly, though, even I know that I’m only delaying the inevitable. Xie Bi’an will simply ask after dinner. What am I to do now?

“Fan Wujiu” He spoke so suddenly it almost startled me. My eyes quickly landed on his own, his expression was neutral and hard to read. It’s so rare for him to look like this, but it usually means that he knows exactly what I am thinking. That can’t be possible right now, can it? “Have I done something to upset you?”

That was completely not it and I absolutely reacted too fast to be subtle.

“Absolutely not!” I blurted out suddenly

“Then tell me what may be on your mind, I do not like to see my friend having such heavy thoughts and carry it all alone.” He seems so saddened when saying this that I can’t simply lie to him. He’ll see through me if I lie to him, so I am truly between a rock and a hard place now.

“Xie Bi’an…” I start quietly before closing my eyes and sighing once more “I do not know how to word this, as I fear it may cause a rift in our relationship if I were to speak honestly”

“I understand your anxieties, however, I do not think such a thing is possible. We have been together since we were infants, I can not think of a single thing that would cause us to drift apart”

Ah, such sweet reassurances. It’s expected of him, at least to you. I swallow hard, trying desperately to think of a believable lie, I’ve only dug myself deeper into this lie and there is no thinking of a believable lie or excuse to get out of it. If I lie to him it would only hurt him.

“Xie Bi’an…” I started, eyes averting to another spot in the room as silence hangs for a moment. “I am in love with you”

My blood runs cold at the confession passing my lips. I am not sure what I expect, but It is not positive. To expect something positive from such a confession would be even dream-like for me. My eyes remain averted, as I don’t wish to see what reaction he may give, I’m not sure my heart could handle it.

“Fan Wujiu, That is what has bothered you? Please look at me” His voice was so soft, I couldn’t disregard his words so I looked at him. I’m not sure what look I had on my face, but he seemed hurt. “I would never think of leaving your side for any reason. I had thought that such words would have made myself clear.”

He reached toward me, taking one of my hands into his own to move me closer to him. He closed his eyes as he brought my hand to his lips, placing a sign of affection against my skin which caused my heart to race.

“I have been in love with you for years. Nothing would make me happier than to be your love” It was spoken so genuinely, so sweetly, and calmly that I almost couldn’t believe this to be reality. I exhaled a breath I didn’t realize that I was holding. “I am happy to hear you say such words, but I am a bit saddened that you thought I’d abandon you”

“I apologize for such a misunderstanding,” I spoke quickly. “Perhaps it was an unjustified fear that we can now put behind us.”

“... Yes, let’s put that behind us. I would rather look towards a future with you rather than dwelling on how we got here.”