#oneshot kelvin

[imasiphy]

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[plightposting]

i must appease the masses

[cl0wn-tim3]

Did Little kelvin redesign (exept I didn't change much because he is perfect to me)

[malwarechips]

yaaayy kelvin yayy yipee

[samthecookielord]

i was talking about curious village and my friend was like "the tower? like from oneshot?" and i was like yea

[loppy-darii]

I love adding custom events to random hunger games simulations

[argoncrystal18]

[tailssupremacy]

we need more Kelvin art with his cats

kelvin so cool‼️‼️‼️‼️

[htchnr]

♰ one of these nights ༻ KELVIN INMAN.*ೃ˚

✮ꜜ masterlist. ✮ꜜ buy me a ko-fi!

content warning bitter thoughts of regret from Kelvin about joining Dharma ⋆ smut ⋆ grinding ⋆ dry humping ⋆ Kelvin cums in his underwear ⋆ if i missed anything, lmk!

summary lonely ol' Kelvin gets some lovin', or does he? lyrics from 'One of These Nights' by the Eagles. wordcount 0,7k.

authors note posting this anyways with some hope that fellow Lost lovers will find this :,) and if y'all do, my requests are open for Kelvin + Sawyer + Jack!

© 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!

—ONE OF THESE DREAMS, ONE OF THESE LOST AND LONELY DREAMS, NOW.

the smooth vocals of the Eagles flow through the room as Kelvin reads a book, thighs spread comfortably as he lays lazily on the couch.

he huffs a laugh at the dumb actions of the character on the page, amused at their stupidity— he would have done differently, were he in a similar situation.

he's always painfully bitter about it, joining Dharma; always wishing he'd gone a different path in life. maybe quit the army and settled down somewhere far away, maybe up in the mountains or in the woods. now the thought of woods and mountains haunt him, scenery he's forced to see everyday.

—IN BETWEEN THE DARK AND THE LIGHT, OOH, COMING RIGHT BEHIND YOU.

" what'cha thinking about? " your sweet, syrupy voice pulls him from his bitter thoughts.

" nothin'. " he grunts, huffing as he returns his eyes and attention to the pages before him. the book is held up enough for him to not quite see you.

you dizzying laugh swirls through the air along with the music. " c'mon, Kel. " you tut, pulling the book to the side as you appear in his view. " put the book away, i miss you. " you pout, lowering yourself into his lap.

Kelvin grunts as you settle yourself against him, those stupid and thin Dharma jumpsuits doing nothing but wonders as you roll your hips against his. " there he is, " you sigh with a smile, trailing kisses down his silver bearded cheek and down his throat.

—THE FULL MOON IS CALLING, THE FEVER IS HIGH AND THE WICKED WIND WHISPERS AND MOANS.

" oh, keep that up, baby. " his deep, gravily voice eggs you on, his large hands aiding your hips. " fuck. "

whimpers and low moans spill from your lips, barely audible over the music as you work your hips against his. " y'feel so good, Kel. " you pant against his cheek, your hot breath fanning against his cheek and ear. " so- good. "

he groans as you pick up the speed of your hips, his own hips grinding up into each roll of yours. the room feels hot, the thin jumpsuit suddenly hot and stuffy with you grinding against him. these things are curse, he can't stop himself from thinking as his face scrunches up with pleasure.

" just like that, oh- " you moan, dropping your head against his shoulder. " want you to cum like this- please, Kelvin. " you plead against his clothed shoulder, hips rolling feverishly against his.

Kelvin groans, a ragged and breathy sound as you pick up your speed. " shit, sweetheart- whatever y'want- " he grits out, eyes clenched as he chases his release.

—YOU GOT YOUR OWN DEMONS AND YOU GOT DESIRES. WELL, I GOT A FEW OF MY OWN.

it doesn't take long for him to reach the end, his hips stuttering with each roll of yours. the jumpsuit caused enough friction, soft enough to not be rough— though your slick drenches the crotch of his suit anyways, adding to the smooth movements.

" m'close, oh m'so close- " he grunts, burying his face in your hair as his hips jolt up against yours.

" c'mon, Kel, please- c'mon-! "

" oh fuck- that's it, baby- "

with one last feverish roll of your hips Kelvin cums, shooting rope after rope into his boxers; slowly soaking into his slick-soaked jumpsuit. long groans leave him, his fingers digging into your hips as his hips slowly still.

" fuckin' hell, honey. " he pants, dropping his head against the back of the couch, eyes closed. you grin, leaning down to place a long, sweet kiss against his lips. your fingers scratch through his silver beard, coarse hair resisting against your digits.

" mm, Kel, " you breathe out as you shift in his lap.

" what, baby? " he huffs, still breathing heavy, eyes closed as his head rests.

you lean in, lips brushing his ear. you whisper, breath tickling his ear.

" wake up, Kelvin. "

his brows furrow, thinking for a second before his eyes shoot open, as sits up straight. the blaring alarm of the minute and a half countdown overpowering the sound of the skipping record player on the shelf.

he shakes his head in an attempt to snap out of whatever daze he's in, shooting up onto his feet in a matter of seconds as he races towards the computer room. 'one minute and three seconds' counting down on the clock above the doorway.

he pants as he hastily punches in the numbers, hitting 'execute' in record time. the alarm cuts out, the numbers of the clock flitting back to a hundred and eight minutes once again.

he lets out a deep breath as he braces himself against the desk, chest heaving. he glances down, groaning at the large, wet stain on the crotch of his jumpsuit. " son of a bitch. " he swears, kicking the desk, before stomping off to the laundry room.

he should've have just quit the army, not join this bullshit Initiative. then he could've been home with you, buried deep inside you rather than cumming in his jumpsuit like a teenager having wet dreams, while in this godforsaken hell hole of a bunker.

[bawebye]

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forgot to post this here :Pc

[junostimz]

Omg can you do one for kelvin from oneshot :)) I love him sm‼️‼️

KELVIN STIMBOARD!!

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I hope this is okay!!!

Requests are open!!

[oneshotfutureau-askblog]

YES KELVIN TELL US THE CATS NAMES

[brokenpuns]

mitski in oscarcs be like thats our heatlamp

@prototypeprophet

[cl0wn-tim3]

Kelvin as a shop npc in deltarune

[kelvin-postdaily]

Kelvin post day 5- chart thing of my personal kelvin based feelings

[farolero-posting]

Warmth

Summary: A lamplighter finds a cat and follows it to find where it lives.

Words: 1,581

(full work under the cut)

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There were good things about his apartment, such as having street vendors with cheap food on his way to work, so he wouldn’t have to cook anything. 

There were also about a dozen bad things about the place, like its size, the lack of good quality light he couldn’t afford, or the constant humidity that seemed to leak from the rivers flowing around the streets.

His old place was infinitely better simply because his mother was there. She was his biggest role model. A dedicated woman who used to rise up before the sun, and worked not only for her family, but out of sincere love for the service she provided.

As a lamplighter, most of his job took place in the ground levels, which eventually led to him looking for a closer place to live in and make the most out of his workday. He still visited her and stayed for the night when he found the chance, using the time to catch up, sitting by the stove for warmth and chatting about anything that came to mind.

She was like his compass. And, while he was clearly old enough to take care of himself, he still relied on her to be his point of reference. 

It was during one of those days he went back to his place, that he found a cat inside of his one room, curled up on his bed. He hadn’t even noticed he left his door open the last time he left, and instead was merely baffled he had not needed to unlock the door when he made his way inside. In hindsight… he should’ve questioned why he did that. He should also question how nobody came to steal his belongings, few as they were.

Well, maybe god was looking out for him.

The cat stretched, waking up from its slumber, eyes piercing on the owner of the bed. It was a black cat, with white legs and belly. The man recognized it as one of the cats in the alley he lived in, and while he didn’t pay attention to them most of the time, he could spot them among other cats.

He wasn’t sure why there were so many of them in the area. And why they all looked so healthy. He assumed the street food that fell in the area could only do so much, and their options were limited otherwise.

Hmmm, getting back on track. The cat tilted its head at him, its big green eyes open wide, awaiting the man’s next move. He took off his scarf and coat, setting them aside on the one chair in the room. He reached for the cat, but before he could touch it, it turned around and leapt towards the door.

“Hey, what?” He noticed the door was still open. ”Oh, stars, no… wait!”

Where does it even live? He had one way to find out, he thought, walking back outside, a lamp in hand.

He called out to the cat, raising his voice barely above a whisper so as to not scare it. “I’m not gonna hurt you, come on! Are you hungry?”

No response. He caught a glimpse of its tail as it went down some stairs he never bothered to take. 

The cat’s silent walk turned into a cheerful walk as it noticed a light at the end of the staircase, purring loudly in delight. Other, quieter noises came from the light.

“...Does anyone live here? Oh, damn, it’s so warm. Be careful with what you’re burning dude—”

“Hello, are you lost?”

What greeted him was not a can with fire, but someone in a suit, surrounded by cats.

Important to mention that his head looked like some kind of furnace.

And more important it was to mention it was lighting up the place with a warm red light. It wasn’t nearly as much as his own lamp, but it showed the other cats around him, curled up on every free space beside him.

Actually there were a lot of important details to mention, in hindsight.

“Do you need help?” Like the fact the voice is robotic.

Oh! Maybe he could use what he was learning from that one book he got in the labs. If he remembered any of it.

“Huh, not really.”

‘Carry on, then’, was what he expected.

“Do you want to join us?” is what the robot said instead.

“Join… your cats?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, huh… I was just following this one.” He pointed to the culprit, who was now by the robot’s lap, having three newborn kittens feeding from it. “It was in my room, a street away from here.”

“She leaves sometimes. I stay with the small ones. I keep them warm.” The robot replied. His voice wasn’t as rigid as the man expected, but he wasn’t sure what to do with that information. “I protect lost cats. They leave, but they all return.”

“It’s very warm here, yeah. You do a good job.” While the lamplighter wouldn’t go outside without a coat, he felt comfortable in his lighter clothes. He felt his body ask for sleep, but he was a little too intrigued to do that just yet.

The robot took a moment to say something. It seemed he was trying to form a sentence.

“That was my original purpose, warmth.” He explained.

“Wait how… Oh right your head.” He looked away, certain he was being stupid. “What do you do now?”

“Protect lost ones. Lost cats.” The robot set a hand on the black cat’s head, it leaned on his touch. “Warmth gives protection. It keeps living beings healthy. You can sleep here if you want.”

“Uh… I don’t know.”

“Understood.” He said, in a flat tone. It sounded disappointed, even if it sounded exactly the same as the way other robots would say the same thing.

“Have you… always lived here?”

“No. My warmth was needed in the Barrens. Some places are cold, need to move to work too.”

“Oh, for real? That’s cool. I never went there, they said the pay at the mines was good. Before they closed, I mean.” He shrugged.

“I was reassigned to the Refuge. I did not receive a purpose.”

Ah, that made sense to him.  “Scientists are always so busy with everything… I can see that happening. ”

“I found this place. The cats found me. I am staying here.” The robot replied, resolute. The cats were now asleep in a corner.

“I also found this place. I have to do stuff on the surface, so I need to be nearby.”

“Do you have a purpose?”

The man blinked, perplexed. He could… Well. He wasn’t expecting that kind of question. It was… phil… filos.. Philosophy! He never learnt any. He guessed people asked about that when they study Philosophy.

“I… don’t know. That is too deep.”

“Oh.” If he could blink, the lamplighter guessed that’s what would have happened. “I believe you refer to this as work. Do you work on something?”

“I fix lamps. I keep the city lit.”

“Is that important to you?” He pressed on.

“My mother says it is important. It’s useful, I guess.”

“That is a good purpose.”

“Yeah, she says she is proud of me.”

“Proud?”

“Y’know….” He waved his hand, as if it explained itself. It did not. “Uh… maybe you don’t.”

“I’m listening.”

“Mothers always say that. They say they’re proud. She says I do a good job, she says she likes to see me do it. But mothers always do that. It’s like… their purpose I guess.”

“To… be proud? Proud is a feeling?”

“The feeling’s called pride. I guess pride can be good and bad. But… I. Well, I don’t think I wanna give you contradictions. Robots don’t like that.” 

The furnace-head took a moment to reply, again.

“I am proud, then? I like to see myself give warmth. I make cats stay. It is good.”

“Yeah, guess you are. You can be proud of yourself.” He scratched his neck, trying to smile at the robot.

“You have a nice lamp. This place is not dark anymore. ”

“Uh… thanks. I wasn’t expecting that.”

“I want to show you that you do a good job. You can be proud too.” 

“Huh, if you put it that way… I did a lot today. I don’t think people stop to look at the lights. They just get angry when the crystals stop shining.” 

He yawned.

“But it’s… nice when people do see it. The kids love it. And it’s nice that I can visit often. I can see that happiness like it’s the first time too. Doesn’t last long, but it’s… great. I keep saying nice but I know more words.”

“That is fine.” The robot nodded, being probably the first sign of movement for the sake of moving. “Do you want to join?”

“No… I don’t… think there’s enough space.” He rubbed his eyes, as he felt goosebumps on his arms, thinking of going out into the cold. He shook his head slowly, trying to clear his mind. 

“Will you visit again?” 

“Huh, should I?”

“I will be here.”

“Alright, guess I will.” He gave the robot a thumbs up. 

“What is your name?”

“Sebastian. Yours? If you have one… wait, that's rude.” 

“Maybe. You can call me Kelvin. ”

“Nice to meet you, Kelvin.”

“Off you go.”

The lamplighter walked up the stairs, watching as another couple of cats made their way down. Kelvin waved goodbye.