TADC ships One-Shots

Kinger X Gangle (Platonic)

The fact that Grammarly keeps wanting to autocorrect Kinger into Kinder is gold to me.

This is the first chapter of the fic involving the Father and Daughter dynamic that I adore SM.

Enjoy <3

Word count 1693 (I write long-ish one-shots that I might develop into short stories/ make more parts for.)

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It was a quiet evening. Gangle sat in her bedroom, Alone, as usual. She was minding her own business, drawing more fanart of Caine. He was quite fun to draw, but he was alongside drawings of the character from her body pillow, so it was a slightly odd page.

She still was distressed over the absence of her body pillow, ever since Jax had stolen it... but it wasn't like she could get it back. She couldn't stand up to him because he could ruin it, or worse, steal something else. Like her sketchbook, which would probably be worse if Caine saw her drawings...

She touched the cold mask on her face which she still felt saddened by. Her comedy mask had been broken again earlier today, and Kaufmo abstracted... Well, That was quite unfortunate... But not far from a usual day. At least she wouldn't have to worry about the consequences of not laughing at his jokes anymore.

Gangle turned her head to look at her wall of broken masks covering a section of her room. She wondered what number this was of it breaking, and how all the other ones had been broken before... By Jax or otherwise. They were quite fragile, like...

Knock knock. "Oh, who would want to come to my room to hang out? Especially at a time like this..." She was a little afraid of opening the door and hesitated. Her sketchbook was wide open with her drawing supplies spread all over the bed, but the rest of her room was organized. She wanted to be alone... but was curious about who was on the other side.

She shakily stood up to open the door. "H-hello?" She opened the door to see a friendly face looking back at her, Oh thank goodness. "Phew, it's just you, Kinger. I thought you were Jax."

Kinger was standing in the doorway with a blank expression and let out a frightened scream when she opened the door. "AH! Oh, hi Gangle."

"Um... Hey.. What are you doing in my room? At... Well, I don't know what time it is, but I know it's late. Shouldn't someone older like you already be in bed?"

Kinger continued to avoid eye contact and zone out. "I don't sleep."

"Oh..." Gangle looked up at his wide and veiny blue eyes and knew she shouldn't have asked that question.

"Well, what are you doing at my door at this hour?" Kinger didn't respond for a few beats, before processing her words.

"Oh, that. Well, I was just passing by and was wondering if you wanted to talk. You're mask broke again today."

Gangle's frown deepened a bit at the memory. "Yeah, it'll be a while before it regenerates. It probably will by morning."

Kinger smiled at this but didn't leave. "Do you still want to talk about it, though? I know I'm not good with words, or speaking... But I'm good at listening!"

"Despite the fact that you don't have ears?"

"You don't either, and yet you hear the characters in an anime whisper something under their breath at nearly 3% volume."

Gangle lightly laughed at this. "It's a superpower, I suppose. Where would you want to talk?"

Kinger didn't fully process her comment and simply walked into the room. "Hey-" She started but then remembered that Kinger had actually been in her room before. She usually didn't let anyone in her room, well, on PURPOSE... Jax had broken in.