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Stealing Diaries and Other Assorted Raccoon Dog Tricks

Written for the applicable week of Femslash Fete on Dreamwidth

Prompt: Stolen

Title: Stealing Diaries and Other Assorted Raccoon Dog Tricks

Ship: Cyon Hart/Maeve Kagekiri

Fandom: Virtual Streamer Animated Characters

Word Count: 2,688

Rating: T

Warnings: None

Tags: Fluff, Getting Together, First Date, Kissing, Love Confessions

“Oh no… Not again!”

Maeve's voice echoed through the halls of V&U headquarters, loud enough to scatter birds who had once been at roost and to make staff members cringe.

All Cyon had to show for acknowledgement of Maeve's dramatics was a roll of her eyes. Quite the understated reaction given that she was the cause for Maeve's distress.

But hey. Surely this will show her not to leave valuables around unattended when a famous phantom thief was on the prowl. Or maybe it wouldn't. Who would even know with that girl. Though really, Cyon should know. She was one of Maeve's best friends and was currently reading her diary.

It was a serious page turner, too. Maeve has such beautiful handwriting and though her wordsmithing flip flopped between purple prose and the most basic of reporting based on her mood, Cyon was still impressed. She was very much entertained by Maeve's experience of their various antics or otherwise compelled by her hopes and dreams. It was sweet and all bound in a fluffy hardback on brand new paper with gel pen ink. Cyon liked what she saw.

Especially Maeve's musings on the topic nearest and dearest to her: love.

Cyon couldn’t relate. She was so smooth and suave, a flirt just for fun. She didn’t have an optimistic bone in her body. Duh. She had a beau in every port and broke more hearts than she did glass windows at art museums but that wasn't to say she couldn't appreciate how the other half lived. The hopeless romantics were what kept the world turning, after all and Maeve had to be a master of them because that's pretty much all she wrote about that wasn't the day to day recollection.

Maeve had come so far from the front of her diary. Cyon was actually pretty proud for her as she flicked through and saw that gradually over time, Maeve had ticked off so many of her goals. She had gotten her driver's licence and eaten sushi, she would have her own room to decorate how she pleased and could abide by her own curfews and rules. She had done this and that and most important of all… She had made best friends with four of the most wonderful girls in the world. That was way cooler and way more important than being popular, simply having her own crew of friends who understood her completely.

Echo, Meeta, Suri, and… Cyon.

They were the bestest friends a girl could ask for. And despite a long and silly list of different whims she had, their friendship was all Maeve ever wanted. She had grown up so isolated in a very adult world that being able to escape it for something a little lower stakes than ninja training had meant so much to her. She was grateful everyday for her beloved friends. Even though they drove each other up the wall at times, it was worth it to see them all smile and get along again afterwards. It was enough to warm anyone’s heart, if Cyon was being honest.

All that was left on Maeve's to-do list was fall in love.

Surely that would be simple enough, right? Maeve was a one in a million girl with a sweet smile and a thoughtful head on those pretty little shoulders. A killer smile and even more killer style, with tricks aplenty up her sleeve and a sharp wit. Anyone would be lucky to get to call Maeve their girl but apparently.

It wasn't that simple. That stunned Cyon to learn as she read Maeve's diary. For her, it was easy as one, two, three. A wink here, a saucy glance there, and a situationally aware pick up line to go and presto-changeo, Cyon could have the panties dropped and a number to never call back. It was just unbelievable to her. Especially since Maeve was such a catch but there was no one even trying to line up to bat.

Not from lack of trying either, by the way. From what Cyon was reading, Maeve was looking and looking but she couldn’t find anyone. Admittedly, she did have standards. The precious virgin but Cyon couldn’t blame her for that. She deserved someone as high value as she described.

Tall, dark, and handsome. A sparkling conversationalist with a beautiful voice. Family oriented but could keep a secret if need be. Easygoing but capable of taking charge like a leader if the situation called for it. People like that came a dime a dozen, just look at Cyon. She was a crook just like how Maeve had described across her various pages of her diary.

Wait. That might have just given Cyon an idea. She did need to return this diary to Maeve after she finished reading it.

So, in a stroke of inspiration, Cyon whipped out her pen and gave it a dab on her tongue as though it were a quill. Mm, Indian ink, yummy. Then, she wrote out a fabulous calling card that dripped with calligraphy and all the best intentions. Then voila it was finished and ready for Maeve to read.

Cyon then left it in a place where Maeve would find it and got the second stage of her grand plan organised.

Red roses, black tablecloths, yellow candles for mood lighting. It was perfect and Maeve was flabbergasted when she turned up exactly on time like Cyon had requested on her calling card.

“What is all this?” Maeve asked, eyes wide.

“Tada, welcome to Bistro de Hart. Tonight, we are serving spaghetti bolognese with shaved parmesan, garlic bread, and vanilla pannacotta for dessert.” Cyon explained with a flowing gesture that swept from beside her to behind her.

Maeve looked around. Her jaw had dropped - but not the letter from her hand. She took it all in. What was once the break room was now a darling Italian restaurant.

The lights overhead had been dimmed and covered so the candle's ambience could illuminate the five by five room. The shadows danced on the walls which had once been plain and bare, were now hammered into with wooden shutters and framed pictures of Italian vistas. The window had been decorated with fairy lights and fake vines flush with faker foliage weaved into an arch. The once dingy and ergonomic break room with no distinct aura or atmosphere beyond the corporate grind was now cosy and dare Maeve even think it but romantic, too.

“You didn't have to do all this for me.” Maeve said.

“Oh yes I did,” Cyon smirked as she produced Maeve's diary from thin air like a magician, “I needed to butter you up so you wouldn't be too mad that I stole your diary.”

“You dirty raccoon dog!” Maeve snapped.

She made a lunge for it but Cyon stepped out of the way artfully. Maeve cut through the air only to stumble in Cyon's wake as she tutted and wagged her finger.

“Uh, uh, u-h.” Cyon teased her, her eyes closed the diary precariously posed in her fingers. “Manners, please. Sit down for dinner and then we can talk about returning this to its rightful owner.”

Maeve fumed. She chewed her lip and glared at Cyon who loved the attention. Maeve exhaled with a huff and sat down on one of the chairs. She tucked herself in and the legs dragged under the table with a shrill screech.

“That's better.” Cyon teased as she sat down all prim and proper, a flutter of her cape and a shake of her tail. “And don't forget to smile, you look prettier that way.”

“You are incorrigible sometimes.” Maeve complained.

“I am but at least, I'm also a good cook. Eat up, don't be shy. There's more where that came from.” Cyon encouraged her.

She placed the diary on the table between them, next to a porcelain vase with a plastic and fabric rose in it. She then picked up her fork and began to twirl noodles on it. Maeve stared at her diary and then gave up. She had to play along with this game for whatever reason so she might as well get it over and done with.

But hey, Cyon wasn't lying. She was, indeed, a good cook. Even though some classic spaghetti bolognese was hardly a difficult dish to make it, it did taste really good.

Steam wafted off the bowls and smelt dicine, it was fresh from the stovetop and cooked with care. The noodles had been cooked to perfection. The mince was tomatoey with premium beef, it wasn't watery at all and so flavourful with a powerful and savoury taste. No expense had been spared, either, for the cheese was sharp and immaculate, grated by hand for home style rough hewn shards of parmesan.

The garlic bread that accompanied the pasta was salty and crispy on the outside with a fluffy inside. Its garlic butter had melted into a soft belly underneath the thick, crunchy crust. It was filling and overwhelming with hearty sourdough and fragrant herbs such as oregano. The roar of the oven was present in every crunch. Combined with the piping hot spaghetti, Maeve was in for a treat with Cyon's dinner that she had prepared for them with immaculate gourmand style.

Maeve proceeded to eat with gusto whilst Cyon had a more steady pace behind her. Though, ultimately, both bowls were empty by the end of the meal.

“Delicious!” Maeve exclaimed. “It's my first time trying it, we never had anything like this in my Ninja village. I'm going to have to write an entry in my diary on this recipe later.”

“I'm glad to hear it.” Cyon replied.

“Good. So does that mean I can have my diary back? So you know, I can write said entry in it.”

Cyon hummed in thought and rested back into her chair. She placed her hands on her belly and could feel a food coma coming on. Despite knowing full well that there was dessert in the refrigerator waiting for her and Maeve.

“No, not yet.” Cyon decided at the end of her long pause.

“What, why?” Maeve asked, annoyed.

“Because … I want to get up and dance.” Cyon said.

“HUH?” Maeve exclaimed as stared at Cyon, bewildered.

‘What?” Cyon pretended to not see a problem with her idea. “Its good for digestion to do a little exercise after a meal. C’mon.”

Cyon took the lead and got up. She extended her hand at the still seated Maeve who was still very much flummoxed by Cyon's behaviour and yet. She did indulge in it. She reached out and let Cyon pull her up onto her feet.

She dragged her heels and sighed but a tiny smile tugged on Maeve's lips regardless as she went along with Cyon's pantomime. One, two, three, step, one, two, three, step. They had no music and yet, both could swear they heard something silvery and light in the air as they danced a simple waltz with Cyon as the lead.

Cyon was graceful with each step. She deftly avoided close call after close call as Maeve almost caught her at each turn. Luckily, Cyon's guidance was unflappable through this waltz as clumsy as it may be with Maeve in tow. Cyon's hand was warm and firm as it encased Maeve's. Their movements entwined effortlessly despite it being Maeve's first time trying it. Her inexperience fettered her and caused a nervousness they could both share, chest to chest.

“Why do all this?” Maeve asked. “Just to make fun of me?”

“What? No, of course not.” Cyon denied, offended Maeve would even say such a thing.

“Then why go through all the effort?” Maeve asked.

“You haven't figured it out yet?”

Maeve blinked and finally had the realisation that Cyon had been waiting for. She watched with relish as that penny dropped.

Cyon smirked, “I wanted to give you a first date since you haven't had one yet. And it's, you know, the only thing you haven't done yet since leaving your village. According to your diary anyway.”

“Oh my God, Cyon, you are too much.” Maeve blushed.

That brought their waltz to a grinding halt. Her fingers tightened against Cyon's hand and Cyon giggled.

“Yeah, I am a little.” she admitted.

“But thank you. I appreciate the kindness. Even if you, um, stole my diary and read it without permission.”

“Hey, curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back.”

Maeve exhaled through her nose. Typical Cyon response. Including reaction to Maeve's little wrinkle of her nose. That exhale of hers mightn't count as a proper laugh but Cyon was willing to take the W as she found it. Besides, it was really cute how Maeve's nostrils flared ever so slightly as the rest of her face tried so hard to be so done with it all.

“You are unbelievable.” Maeve muttered but when she looked up at Cyon, her gaze was so soft and fond. “But, it makes sense. You, of all people, would probably read between the lines and figure it out if the puzzle was right in front of you.”

“Huh? What are you talking about?”

And now it was Cyon's turn to play the fool who could finally pour water out of a boot if the instructions were written on the heel. Her expression was blank at first yet her pupils slitted with thoughts that whirred. She held her breath as she was on the precipice of realisation herself.

Maeve giggled, “That I have a crush on you, dumbass.”

“Ah!” Cyon squeaked in disbelief.

No wonder all that gobbledygook about Maeve's type had resonated with her. It was because she was Maeve's type. And no wonder she couldn’t find anyone for looking, Cyon wasn't looking at her that way either.

“So… What do you say, Cyon, you have successfully stolen my diary and my heart, so what more could you possibly want?” Maeve flirted as Cyon was statue still, her arms reached up and laced around Cyon's shoulders, she embraced her tighter and whispered, “Do you want to share that pannacotta for dessert or can I interest you in something else…?”

Cyon, upon hearing such sweet and silky words from Maeve's mouth, finally snapped out of it. She shuddered but it gave her the system reboot that she needed after such a shock confession. Who would have thought it? After all the heavy reading she had done on Maeve, the girl was still full of surprises. You think you know someone.

Cyon smirked and she wrapped her arms around Maeve's curvaceous waist. She could feel Maeve's heartbeat through where the fabric of their clothes met. She leaned in and breathed warmly.

“I can think of something just as sweet but who knows. After all, dessert goes straight to the heart.” Cyon sealed her words with a kiss.

She might just have to change her philandering ways for this. For the first time, Cyon felt something more to be one and done with as she kissed Maeve and gave her something to write home about, too.

They kissed all slow and sweet. Maeve's left leg even did the pop from the Princess Diaries as she let Cyon take over all of her senses. Touch, sensation, and taste. Cyon was savoury and brash with a bombastic kiss that had Maeve opening more and more of her mouth for a salacious clash.

Their kiss lasted for several seconds, getting hungrier and hungrier by the moment as they exchanged it all. Lip to lip, chest to chest, this had been a long time coming for Maeve who had pined and pined for Cyon and Cyon had been blissfully ignorant. Even with it all spelled out in front of her. Until they hit their melting point, where their tastes blurred and the warmth became unbearable.

“Mm, you know what? Dessert would be nice, Miss Garlic Breath.”

“Speak for yourself.”

Cyon laughed into the kiss shattering it. Maeve put her leg down and they both relaxed the embrace they had on one another without fully letting go. Cyon exhaled, satisfied and Maeve pouted.

“Does this mean you will stop stealing my diary and reading it without permission?” Maeve asked.

Cyon paused for a beat to think about it before truthfully answering, “No.”

To Maeve's immediate disappointment but what should she expect? She was the one who fell in love with a phantom thief and Cyon couldn’t wait to read about all their dashing escapades soon but first. Pannacotta would be nice to go with the last of their first date - and hopefully, first of many dates, actually.

#femslash #femslashfete #v&universe #maeve x cyon #cyon x maeve #virtual streamer animated characters #vtubers #cyon hart #maeve kagekiri #they are graduated4graduated so i feel nothing tagging this semi properly #writing tag #Stealing Diaries and Other Assorted Raccoon Dog Tricks #cyon is such a fandom bike for me i feel bad #i pray her character tag is wrangled soon

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