Dead plate is a game made by (Bell Kalengar & RachelDrawsThis) I would appreciate It if you checked the game out. Shout out to two great pals of mine (Kazzy & SadSimp) they helped me with the ideas for this story. Main Characters: Vincent Rody Manon Background characters: Workers/Chefs Customers Outsiders I made Rody somewhere from the UK I really don't know why but I just thought that would be nice.

© Cover Credit: shiguramii on Twitter CW: THIS STORY AND GAME IS FOR +16 DeadPlate is a horror RPG created by Studio Investigrave, RachelDrawsThis and Ekrix on twitter. It is set in 1960s France following the story of a lively waiter named Rody trying to make as much money as possible in a week at a fancy bistro owned by a charismatic and successful chef, Vincent. I highly advice playing the game (currently available for download on itch.io) or watching a walkthrough on YT to understand the whole plot this story is only based on ENDING ONE: TABLE FOR ONE in which Rody quits his job while Vince tells him he can come back at any time. Rody tries to call Manon at a payphone, but she doesn't pick up which leaves Rody having no idea why she isn't picking up and frustrated about it. © Rody Lamoree belongs to @/RachelDrawsThis on Twitter © Vincent Charbonneau belongs to @/Ekrixart on Twitter

yes this is a quater-toxic relationship but still wholesome and a lot of smut °-° Rody had been caught taking Vince's Freezer key but says something that back fires on him. Will he ever find out what happened to Manon? (PLEASE REMEMBER THIS IS NOT CANON TO THE ACTUAL GAME) ALSO IT SLOWLY DEVELOPS INTO NOT REALLY MUCH SMUT BUT WHOLESOME FOUND FAMILY (geez I need therapy) Some of the art is mine

This fic is a continuation of ending one: Table for one. Rody goes back to work at the Bistro, because well he needs the job, to fix up his place (and also most likely mental state). Over the time he's back, he and Vince form more of a closer bond. (They never kissed okay guys it's discontinued I know I'm sad too💔💔😿)

"Chasing petty romances isn't the end-all be-all in life." Vincent was not a man who could easily be swindled with anything, especially not love. Love is not something he wishes to bother with. He already had everything he could've wanted. Fame as a chef, a world-renowned restaurant of his own, and a nice apartment on top of said restaurant. What more could he ask for? Well, it was possibly the attention of the stupid little brunet waiter that worked for him, and he didn't even know it yet. (Dead Plate, but what if Vincent was normal and didn't have psychopathic tendencies)

Sequel to Tailored to You. Dwelling on unspoken words, that was what Rody often found himself doing in his entire life. Dwelling on the what-ifs, dwelling on his hidden feelings for Manon, dwelling on the many things he couldn't say after she passed, and dwelling on his desires for Vincent to look his way and fall into his arms. So when those unspoken words became known to Vincent on that faithful night, the same night on which Vincent told Rody his own secret feelings, Rody thought that was the end of it, for he had already had everything he could ever want in his life. A thriving career, a life surrounded by people that love and respect him, and a beautiful partner. That was until, he found himself dwelling on another thing. A question. And the answer to it, Rody knew that he had already known long before. [Separated smut for all your needs] [Mention of Rody x Manon]

Many would say Vincent Charbonneau was where he wanted to be in life, being a famous, drop-dead gorgeous runway model for an equally well-know fashion house in France. And he would fully agree if it wasn't for the fact he was hopelessly in love with his boss Rody Lamoree, a talented fashion designer who seemingly had no interest of pursuing new romance for he had promised eternal loyalty to his late wife. Vincent thought he had sealed his fate the moment he realized he had fallen for a man who couldn't have, completely unaware of what had yet to unfold before his eyes, of the fleeting and indescribable gazes they would exchange, of Rody's actions that were filled with ambiguity, and the careless whispers that perhaps should've never been uttered.

He only wanted a cheap room and a fresh start. What Rody got was Vincent. Rody moves into apartment 4B on Rue Morel with seventeen days of rent money, one bag, and zero expectations. The building is old, the walls are thin, and his neighbour across the hall is stranger than anyone he has ever met. Vincent doesn't smile. Vincent doesn't explain himself. Vincent times his coffee to the exact minute Rody wakes up, fixes broken latches without being asked, and leaves flowers in locked rooms like it costs him nothing. Like he has always had access. Like he always will. It should be terrifying. It isn't. And that is the most terrifying thing of all. Because the more Rody sees, the harder it becomes to look away. Vincent is obsessive in the way tides are obsessive - quiet, constant, and powerful enough to reshape coastlines if you let them. He doesn't demand. He doesn't chase. He simply decides - and then he is everywhere, in every small careful thing, in every cup of coffee and every perfectly chosen book and every moment of being seen in a way Rody has never quite been seen before. What did he do to the person before you? What will he do for you? And when did the difference between those two questions stop mattering? This is not a love story about two ordinary people. This is a story about a man who loves like a locked door - completely, and from the inside - and another man who keeps knocking anyway. About obsession that tastes like coffee and flowers and the exact right book at the exact right moment. About the specific kind of danger that doesn't feel like danger because it feels like home. About being chosen by someone who does not choose lightly. And never lets go. Read if you dare to find out what Vincent did. Read if you dare to find out why Rody stayed. "He decided things about people. And once he decided - he was persistent." Dark Romance | Obsessive Love | Enemies to Lovers | Slow Burn | BL Deadplate AU | Rody x Vincent Updates thu/fri only

A Dead Plate fanfic (which needs to be more on here in my opinion) of Vincent and Rody slowly getting closer together then maybe even becoming more? Just kidding, they will become something more. Mature themes will be written in further chapters!! (Drinking and some small stuff but no hardcore smut as originally planned) There will be themes of depression in this but it will be helped in later chapters ||Completed||

What if in ending 1 of DeadPlate, Manon was actually alive? What if she purposefully ignored Rody's calls? What happened after Rody called her? This is an slow-burn story where Manon didn't actually die and lives as she proceeds to moved on from the situation she had with Rody, and where Vincent wouldn't be so psychotic. Rody's a wreck as he goes through series of negative emotions that fills his head, in which Vincent would help him, even if didn't like displaying vulnerability around anyone at all. Will Rody and Vincent become best friends? Enemies? Or lovers? -This is my first time making a story that isn't a oneshot, and I'm actually going to make this into a short series of mentally unstable Rody Lamoree and a less psychotic Vincent Charbonneau. This will probably be my practice story to help myself and get better in writing and in grammar. -Feel free to give any suggestions if you'd like me to add anything to the story! Just nothing weird or creepy. TW: Swearing, Smut [ART BY: rainny_leaf In X/Twitter] [Further TW's will be added soon into each chapters. I didn't exactly intent to add anything sexual, though... wouldn't that make the story much more engaging anyways?]