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saw you were asking for fic requests hear me out Johnny splash x Hector… you get what I’m putting down? Idc smut or fluff I’ll take ANYTHING

I got very into this and it tripled in length, but I got a new ship out of it so who cares.

This was one of my favourite requests I have ever worked on.

Hector knew he was emotional. He would use other words for it, he was a wordsmith if nothing else, but at the end of the day many would call it emotional. Perhaps that is why, during the first winter the human was living in this house, he became so jealous when they chose Johnny to warm them up.

He heated the house to the perfect temperature, just to show his love, his care, his control. And yet they still shivered, and despite the fact they had showered already that day, they got in again and turned the heat up as far as their body could handle. And what made matters worse, Johnny was happy about it! Johnny's job was to keep the human clean, it was Hector's job to keep them warm! What did Johnny have that he didn't? Many things, but it should have never crossed over into their purposes.

Perhaps that is why he began to watch the man. It wasn't often at first, just when the human was asleep, or reading at an angle where he could not read beside them, or in the bathroom. He just needed to know more about the man he had ignored up until now. He was honestly happy he had ignored him up until now, as his ears were in pain at the way Johnny sung. Hector didn't have a sweet voice, and hated how soft Johnny's was when he spoke, so it was almost a delight that it was all ruined when it come to his joy.

Throughout the months, Hector would use his spare time to watch Johnny, just trying to figure the man out. Had the human been able to see them, Hector knew he would have the upper hand for their heart as long as he remained unseen. Johnny was pretty, but was otherwise undesirable, with his voice and his ego. Hector was rather happy with that fact, up until he made the mistake of making a satisfied noise as Johnny started some more of his horrible singing.

Hector hadn't even thought on it when he made the noise, but it was when Johnny's eyes immediately found the grate he was looking at him from that he froze, even the air he was pushing into the bathroom stopping. He thought about crawling away, but Johnny began to speak.

"There is my biggest fan!" he called, confusing the air vent.

"Your-your biggest fan?" Hector asked. He would have rather remained unseen, but if Johnny considered him his biggest fan, he must have been obvious in his watching.

Johnny beamed up at him. Even as a tall man, the air vent was higher. Hector was able to appropriately look down on him, something a fan wouldn't do. Fantina always preferred her smaller forms. "Yes! And so far my only," Johnny answered. "You're as sweet as sugar, always coming around when I am singing. Been giving me the confidence to keep going even when others say I should stop. I gotta appreciate how dedicated you are."

Hector played with his hands awkwardly. The narrative that Johnny was making in his head wasn't anywhere near close to reality. The reality was that Johnny was trying to take his job from him, and he wanted to see why the human let him do so. Where did Johnny's singing skill come into play anywhere? "I watch for many reasons," he ended up saying. He would rather not be mean to Johnny. He was not above being mean, but this was not the kind of situation where he wanted to aggravate him.

Johnny nodded at his words. "You're a real doll. I wanted to talk to you before, but you were always so silent in those vents of yours, so I waited until I could hear you. You can always just come up and talk to me, don't have to be silent all the time. Say, next time you come over and listen to me sing, just strike up a conversation, alright?"

There wasn't much else to do now that Hector had been caught. "I will do that," he answered before quickly retreating from the conversation and back into the attic. There were too many thoughts going on in his head. He did not like to be perceived for more than he was, a needed and powerful presence. He was not a fan of things, or people, and certainly not Johnny. Still, he couldn't just stop visiting him. There was still more to be learned, and it was better to deal with it now than upset Johnny and have him try harder to upset Hector back.

So, when the human was taking a nap (perfectly warmed by Hector and not by the use of any blankets), Hector returned to the downstairs bathroom and tapped on the grate to let Johnny know of his presence. Johnny immediately heard and moved over to him. Luckily, just like last time, all other lower bathroom occupants were gone.

"Hector! You came back!" Johnny called as he gazed up at Hector.

"It wouldn't have been nice if I didn't," he answered. He could have been not nice, but Johnny was lucky enough he chose against it.

Johnny looked away bashfully. "Not too used to people choosing the nicest option. No one's ever willingly listened to me once, let alone keep coming back for me." Hector felt the air he controlled cool for just a moment before he got it back to its correct temperature. That was strangely upsetting for him.

"But you are a shower, you are needed every day," Hector tried to reason. Was that not enough?

Johnny gave a sad smile. "But that's my use, not who I am. And besides, that ain't much. Tell me, do you know how long the average person showers?"

"12 minutes," Hector supplied. He asked Mac to see if the human was spending too much time around Johnny.

Johnny lit up slightly at Hector knowing. "That is 12 minutes a day I am needed, and then no one wants me for the rest of the day. Can you see why I am so excited at finally having a fan?" Hector frowned for a moment. He had been so sure that Johnny was happy that the human was using him because he wanted the human's time specifically, but it seemed that the truth was closer to him wanting attention.

"I can lower or raise the temperature for you." It was a ridiculous offer, one he had been against just moments before. "The human will use you to gain their heat or cool then." Was he really so willing to rid himself of his purpose for Johnny? It was just an hour or two he would do so, but he was not one to throw away his power.

Johnny's expression softened at his words. "You really are sweet as pie, but that's not what I want. I want to be seen as a person, not just a shower. If you want to help me, just keep coming by." The complete disregard for his purpose confused Hector, but he wasn't going to argue with Johnny. He didn't even want to, oddly enough.

"I will. I promise." He has no idea what he is getting into, but for once he understands why the human turns to Johnny at times rather than him. It certainly is hard to resist him.

Hector began visiting Johnny far more often. It was strange how he quickly began to balance his job of caring for the human with his social life, as he often thought of them as one. He spent far more time than he ever planned just talking to Johnny. He couldn't say he disliked it though. The way Johnny lit up whenever he arrived, and would struggle to stop talking when it was eventually time for Hector to focus on other things, it made Hector feel powerful in a way he had only ever felt in regards to his air circulation. It made him feel wanted.

He could not describe how it had changed so drastically, even if he was quite good at describing things, but it had happened anyway. No longer was the highlight of his day helping the human, but rather the conversations he would have with Johnny, long and bountiful enough that he rarely ever saw the other bathroom occupants for more than a few moments after he arrived. Their time was only for them. It felt nice.

Over the next few months, their bond grew and grew, and they both changed with it. Johnny was still a lover of singing at heart, but his songs became more focused. Not better, although Hector did find himself enjoying a few of them from time to time, but where he originally sang about anything and everything, a lot more of his songs began to focus on love, and connection. Hector would never say it was because of him, but he hoped that it was because he was giving him more hope in finding others who cared for Johnny the way he did. Hector changed as well, in ways that left a pit in his stomach. It was a slow process, of how his attention became less and less focused on the human, and more focused on Johnny. He still did his job, and gained immense satisfaction from it, but they were no longer the prime feature of his thoughts. Johnny was.

Everyday, Hector would look forward to seeing Johnny, to using his power to care for and keep the mold away from his object's surface. Even his writings began to closer resemble Johnny than the human. It would have been more embarrassing had it not been so infuriating. He enjoyed his time with Johnny, but love should have been the last way this ended up. How was he meant to move forward being in love with his friend? It was easy to be in love from a distance, where all you could do was yearn, but when action was a possibility, it ate up at his heart in a far less satisfying way.

And yet he still never failed to appear to Johnny. He tapped on his grate once again, alerting Johnny of his presence. They were once again alone, the others often trying to spend time elsewhere in the house rather than deal with the two of them.

"Doll!" the man shouted as he stood in front of the grate.

"Doll?" Hector repeated. He had heard Johnny call him such before, but it was never so direct before. "I am an air vent, not a doll."

Johnny laughed. "I ain't that stupid, Doll. I've decided to call you it cause you're real charming." Johnny tilted his head. "I can stop if you don't like it?"

Hector felt his body flush. It was embarrassing how he struggled to keep control of the temperature when around Johnny. "I don't mind it. You are very sweet." He had never been called charming before. Johnny was charming, and he wasn't anything like Johnny.

Johnny smiled at him again. "I am real sweet on you. Best company I've ever had." It didn't take long for his face to fall again. "Wish I could have you around more often. Gets real lonely when you're not here." As much time as Hector liked to spend with Johnny, when inside the vents, he didn't have as much control as when he was outside, and had to move about the house.

"I would be here more if I could," Hector admitted. "I am," he hesitated, "sweet on you as well." He truthfully had no idea what the term meant, and would have to ask Mac or Lyric for a definition, but if Johnny was using it for him, it must have been something sweet.

Johnny blushed at the words. Was it something romantic, or was Johnny as easy to get to as he was? Johnny swiped his hair to the side in an attempt to soothe himself. "Speaking of you being around, I have a question that's been gnawing on my brain like a hound dog."

Hector tilted his head and clasped his hands together. "Do go on," he urged. He was intrigued to know what he was thinking, as Johnny was ever so honest and rarely kept thoughts to himself.

Johnny fidgeted with his shower head slightly. "You're always visiting me in the bathroom, and I've heard around that you are trapped in that attic. I don't know how it would get unlocked, but if it were, would I be free to visit you there?" His words were more uncertain than anything Johnny usually said.

Hector gripped the edges of his vent. Why did it have to be that question? He would have answered any other question with full honesty, but never this question. "That is… difficult to say." He tried to force words out, but they simply wouldn't leave his throat.

Johnny didn't look upset though. "Listen, Doll, I don't mind what we have here, if you don't want me to see you, I can live with that." He began to look rather bashful. "But one day I will make it big, and I want to see you in the front row of the show. As romantic as it would be to see you for the first time there, I really would like to see your face in private first." It was hard to tell if Johnny's blush was from his own words or a byproduct of the way he made Hector heat the room.

"Romantic," Hector mimicked. So it was reciprocated. That made it both a lot easier and a lot harder.

Johnny attempted to backtrack. "It don't gotta be! I'm just happy to have you as a friend, and then it spiraled a bit, and now I'm making a fool out of myself!"

Hector was quick to calm Johnny down. "I am not used to having my feelings reciprocated is all." The words caused Johnny to pause, looking up at him with a blush. He clasped his hands again. "I will warn you that I am, how do I say this? Not pleasant to look at. I fear I may not be what you are expecting." It was best to get it out of the way now.

Johnny grinned up at him. "I am expecting nothing! I've got barely any ability to imagine physical things, so I am just working with what I got." Hector was still thinking over the words when Johnny made the decision to stand on the toilet, bringing him to his level. Hector made noises he would later be embarrassed on as Johnny pulled part his hands and held them. "Besides, there is no way you aren't as pretty as a peach. And even if you somehow aren't, looks ain't that important."

Hector had half the mind to shoo him off the toilet with threats that Jean Loo would come back and be angry at them, but being able to touch Johnny like this was making him overheat. "You will not be saying that when you see me," he murmured.

"You're right," Johnny answered. "I will be saying how I was right, about just how much of a Doll you are." Johnny then grinned, in a way that felt far too mischievous for how Johnny usually acted. "Besides, if you are open to meeting me, I won't look a gift horse in the mouth."

"I did say I would let you, didn't I?" He hadn't even realised it. It wouldn't happen for a long time, even he didn't know where the human had put the key, but he couldn't exactly lie and say that the idea of meeting face to face didn't excite him to some extent. "I am not ready now," he firmly stated. "But one day, I will give you permission. Do not seek me out beforehand. You decided when we would talk here, so I decide when I am ready to take the next step.

The way Johnny looked at him was the kind of look he would spend hours attempting to write about. Usually on Johnny in his latest works. "Wouldn't dream of rushing you, so you take all the time you need. I'll be waiting, so as long as you don't shy from staying here with me while you can, I have no arguments."

Hector was about to give a reply, but Johnny then decided to lift one of Hector's hands, bringing it to his mouth. His brain almost stopped working the moment that Johnny's soft lips hit the back of his hand. He did not deserve the affections that Johnny gave him.

Johnny pulled away with a smile on his face. "Until I can kiss your lips," he explained.

"That is," he struggled to find his next words, "More than enough for a lifetime. I do not know how I will handle having you by my side." He had already gained more than he ever believed possible for him.

"We'll figure it out together," Johnny spoke. They would, Hector decided. He wasn't letting Johnny go.

They talked for a while more, before Hector had to say goodbye and return back to the attic. As he crawled out of the vents, the day's events hit him. Johnny was in love with him, had gotten him to accept meeting him face to face, and had kissed his hand. He looked down at the hand Johnny had kissed, and raised it to his face, placing his lips on the same area that Johnny had kissed before his body temperature rose dramatically and he covered his face. He was never going to be able to go back, he was trapped in the cycle of yearning once again. But Johnny was too, and he had never said no to unrequited yearning before, so he wasn't going to say no to requited yearning.

#AHHHAHAHAHHHHHHHHHH #THIS IS SO CUTE WHY DOES IT WORK #please please please #please write a sequel #I want them to kiss #and do other things #others writing

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