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Caine x Reader Fluff

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/51293248

For what seems like forever, you have been wandering the circus in search of Caine, and yet you still can't seem to find him. You have basically been counting the floor tiles to give yourself something to do whilst on your search.

Despite Caine being unpredictable, you didn't think it'd be this difficult to find him.

You were mere moments from just giving up and returning to your room, but out of nowhere there is a slight *poof* before you, which causes you to jump. Emerging from the cartoony cloud of smoke is a familiar voice, in fact, the voice that belongs to the one you were sesrching for.

Caine.

Almost blankly, you stare at him and his companion (Bubble), waiting patiently for one of them to notice you. But for the moment, Caine seems a little too absorbed in his dispute.

Holding his index finger upright, Caine expresses, "Well Bubble, I do believe-", but is cut off by Bubble nudging him. Caine's jaw shuts, and his attention is brought over to you.

Whilst still maintaining eye contact, his finger makes its way towards Bubble before popping him.

"My dear, what brings you here?", Caine inquires with a sort of sincerity whilst hovering towards you.

Unsure of how to word what you'd like to say, you unintentionally stare at him for a few moments. In return, Caine stares back in confusion but patiently awaits your answer.

"Well, I was wondering if I could ask you something," you respond, the worry of how he'll respond kicking in.

"Hm? And what would that be, dear?"

Once again, your fingers begin to fidget with each other. This is a frequent habit that you have seemed to have from the moment you arrived, and Caine didn't miss it. Just from this observation, he's aware that this may be serious, but he doesn't say anything and continues to wait for your next words.

"Would it be possible if..", your eyes trail off to the interior decorations of the circus, in need of a distraction, "if you could maybe change how I look to be more masculine?"

A small sigh of relief escapes you at the fact you were finally able to ask the question.

Caine looks at you rather puzzled. This is not a question he had been asked before, nor one he was expecting. His knowledge of humans seemed to expand almost every day.

He was about to raise his hand in objection, but he took what you said and your nervous habits into consideration. He didn't think it would be a good idea to ask why, either.

To you, however, this made you sort of panic. Caine was almost silent, except for the sound of his teeth grinding together as he was in thought.

"Of course."

His response snaps you out of thought.

The way he says it is in a sincere manner, his jaw being more clenched as his tone is more calm and quiet - contrasting from his usual loud and bright persona.

Before you can even blink once more, Caine snaps his fingers, and another cloud of smoke projects itself, but this time from you.

Instantly, your eyes dart to your hands. The same they did when you first made you appearence in this realm. Each of them glide across your form, and you find that your chest is flat and your shoulders are more broad. In fact, you're so amazed and excited that just from discovering those two changes, you don't bother to observe and feel yourself anymore.

There is someone you need to thank.

Once you look up, you already have a pair of eyes staring at you. Caine is practically smiling through his eyes at the sight of how your eyes almost sparkled at the minor changes of your appearance.

The next time he blinks he has two arms wrapped around his torso - the highest they can reach since he is floating above the ground.

"Thank you, Caine, thank you so much," you give him a slight squeeze.

"No need to be so thankful, dear. If it was bothering you so much then you should've told me sooner," he exclaims as his own arms hesitantly wrap around you.