#kitty types

Hector hears you before he sees you; the jingle of your keys and jiggle of the door handle signals your arrival, and Hector begins to cool the room off for you, just the way he knows you like. He has your schedule memorized, your preferences and satisfaction his priority. To him, there is no greater purpose in life than to see your every need fulfilled.

The door opens, and you step forward into the house, sighing immediately, still sweating from the scorching heat outside. The cool air flows down from the vents, caressing your face and calming your mind. You set your stuff down on the coffee table and flop onto the couch. Hector can’t help but peer down from his vent, gazing lovingly at your tired form. Even when you were sweaty and disheveled from a long day at work, you were stunning. A work of art his writings could never quite convey the beauty of. During his musings, your phone rang, interrupting his thoughts of you.

You answer the call and put it on speaker, greeting your friend. As you both get your ‘hellos’ out of the way, your friend asks what you’re up to.

“Oh, the usual. Just got home, I’m melting on the couch. It’s so damn hot outside! At least the house is nice and cool.” At this, Hector beams. It seems like you do appreciate him, regardless of the fact that you don’t know of his sentience.

Your friend says something that Hector doesn’t catch, too busy daydreaming about hearing you praising him more. Your next choice of words causes him to snap back to reality. 

“Haha yeah, me too! Man, I’m so thankful for my AC. I don’t know what I’d do without it… I could probably marry it!” You exclaim with a laugh, and Hector can’t believe it. It seems his daydreams are coming true. You… would be willing to marry him? Granted, you didn’t really know of him, but that didn’t cross his mind. The sheer fact that you appreciated what he did for you that much made him short-circuit. 

Rambling on, you begin to talk about your childhood home with your admirer hanging on to your every word. “Ugh, I remember as a kid, my AC would go out every single summer. It was miserable, I mean, I would just sit in front of the fan with my shirt up. I’m glad the HVAC here is so reliable.” The thought of you with your shirt up in front of Fantina instead of him makes him seethe with jealousy but the relieved look on your face calms him immediately. A second later, and your words hit Hector like a train.

“I’m… reliable to [Y/N]? The love of my life, my reason for existing… thinks so highly of me?” Hector had never felt such a strong positive emotion in his entire existence. 

“Oh, my love, if only you knew how much you mean to me as well.” He grabbed the grate, gazing down longingly at your sprawled out form on the couch as you continued to chat to your friend about things other than your air conditioning system. At this point, your words mattered little, the sound of your voice enough for Hector to swoon over. His mind ran rampant with thoughts of you, your voice cooing sweet nothings into his ear as you embraced him. Thoughts of you telling him how much he mattered to you, how much you loved and needed him, how he made you feel so satisfied…

His thoughts are interrupted by your real voice. 

“Geez, it feels like it got a lot warmer in here.” You inadvertently snap him out of his own head. Suddenly, Hector realizes that his fantasies had gotten him a little hot and bothered, raising the temperature of the house enough for you to notice. Before he could react, you were up and at the thermostat, your finger gently pressing the buttons. The grazing of your fingertips against him had Hector in yet another stun. It was normal for you to adjust the thermostat, yes, but your earlier words had him convinced you knew what you were doing. “You delectable tease…” Hector whispered as his eyelids fluttered. 

You, on the other hand, had no clue what you were doing to the personification of your HVAC. You did, however, feel as though the next breeze out of the vents curled around you, like a possessive embrace. Once you finished your conversation with your friend, you began to make your way back to your bedroom, entirely unaware of the obsessive gaze upon you from the vents, following from room to room as best as he could. 

As you began to get out of your work clothes and into your loungewear, Hector’s gaze averted. He loved you too much to watch you undress, believing that he was unworthy to see your bare form. Something as sacred as your body was not meant for his eyes. Not yet, anyway. Hector’s plans to prove himself to you were not yet complete, he still needed to figure out how exactly to show you the extent of his devotion. But for now, he would make do with your words from earlier. Hector was content in the satisfaction that he seemed to bring you so far. His written musings could use some new additions.

Later on that night, as you snuggle deeper into the covers of your bed, Hector watches you from on high, gazing longingly at your covered form. His eyes travel the length of your body, stopping at your peaceful face. “Nothing could possibly be more stunning, more wonderful, more perfect than you, my love. I yearn for nothing more than your satisfaction. Sleep well, my sweet. Dream of me, as I dream of you.” 

You dream of gentle breezes and light touches. When you wake in the morning, you are sure you dreamt of a man with a sultry voice and a sensual touch, though you cannot quite recall his appearance.

\\\ I’ve been obsessed with this guy for the past few days. I love a man who yearns. I haven’t even played the game but I’ve poured over videos of gameplay of Hector’s romance.

Plz be nice cuz I’ve only written a couple of fanfics before but I’ve never had the courage to post any 👉👈 I also haven't figured out how I wanna format my fics yet so the look of this post may change.

Maybe I’ll make a continuation or a spicy version to this, idk.

As the streams of light dance across your face the next morning, you wake feeling like a lifetime had passed in a single night. You open your eyes, feeling your gaze be drawn to the air vent on the wall across from your bed for some reason. It feels as though your soul is longing for something, someone. You figure it’s probably just one of those really realistic dreams, the kind that mess with your mind for a while afterwards. The hazy figure in your dream (the ‘dream-man’, you called him in your thoughts) seemed so real, so loving and perfect, though. Even if all you could feel was his hands on your body and his hot breath fanning across your neck as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear. You lay in bed pondering for a few more minutes before finally deciding to lean over and grab your phone to do a little morning scrolling. It was your day off, so you could take it slow and enjoy your morning at your own pace.

Hector gazes down at you from the vent, and when your eyes cast up to him, he swears his mechanical core skips a beat. You couldn’t possibly know he’s there… could you? No, no, there’s no way. And yet… your conversation with your friend yesterday made him cling to the infinitesimal shred of possibility that maybe you had some sort of fondness towards him. Maybe you couldn’t see him, but perhaps you felt his presence? Perhaps you finally felt the longing that he feels when you are near. Perhaps, just perhaps, you feel the pull of your souls, feel his reaching for yours. And then, your eyes cast away and towards your phone. 

‘Ah’, he thinks, ‘Of course not. [Y/N] couldn’t…’ His heart feels as though it was caught in a vice grip. ‘We are two vastly different beings. It would never work out. [Y/N] is so far above me… so beautiful and perfect and untouchable.’ In the midst of his angst, Hector is distracted by the sight of your body rolling out of bed. When you stretch and yawn, your tank top rides up, exposing a bit of your tummy. To Hector, this is the most enticing thing he’s ever seen. He longed for more, to see every single inch of your body bare, just for him. When you began to actually strip your clothes off, he startles, but quickly slams his eyes shut. 

As you kick your pajama shorts off, you began to get a playlist together on your phone. You meander your way into your bathroom, turning on the shower and waiting for the water to warm up. Stepping in the shower, you began to sing along to the song playing over your phone’s speakers. 

One of Hector’s favorite things about you was your proclivity to sing, especially in the shower. Your voice came through clearly in the bathroom vent. No matter if your voice was sharp, flat, no matter how many times your voice cracked or your singing was out of rhythm, he thought it was the most angelic noise he’d ever heard. Well, maybe the second most angelic. He never watched your late night self-pleasure (it would feel like sacrilege!) , but the sounds you’d make echoed into the vents, leaving him lightheaded. Hector wondered if you would make those same sounds in his ear as he ravished you. Would you be louder? Would your mouth be too busy on his face and neck to be making more than strained groans? Would you chant his name like a mantra? He wished for nothing more than to hear his name fall from your lips once, twice, a thousand times in a thousand different ways. For now though, he would have to be content with his imagination. Your voice faded out as the next song faded in. He heard you take a deep breath and begin to sing along to a tune he wasn’t familiar with.

“I can dim the lights and sing you songs full of sad things, we can do the tango just for two.” Hector would love to do those things with you. More than you could ever know.

“I can serenade and gently play on your heart strings.” Your sweet voice was already tugging at his heart.

“Be your Valentino, just for you.” It’s as if the whole world stops for Hector when he hears you sing this line. Valentino. The word echoed in his mind. His name. Sure, it wasn’t his first name, but he would take what he could get. It felt like yet another sign that the two of you were meant to be. He could be yours, if only circumstances were different. If only there was some way he could communicate to you the depth of his true feelings. You began to sing more about lover boys and Hector could only think of being your lover boy, fully and wholly dedicated to you. 

“I’d like for you and I to go romancing. Say the word, your wish is my command.” It was as if you were trying to kill him! Saying his (middle) name, singing about romancing the subject of the song, and being the granter of the subject’s wishes - he could hardly contain himself. Hector would do anything, anything, to fulfill your every wish and desire. And if that wish was to be loved, well… he would stop at nothing to be your devoted lover boy, the granter of your wishes and bringer of your pleasure. 

Your singing continued on until it was time for you to exit the shower, but Hector’s mind ran so wild with thoughts of the both of you that he hardly even noticed. By the time his mind came back to Earth, you had already left the bathroom and gotten dressed, and were on your way downstairs. Hector followed you like he always did, watching you as best as he could from his vantage points. He always felt like he needed to focus on your every move. Not for any nefarious reason, of course. Just to make sure he was attuned to your needs. If you seemed to shiver, he would turn the heat up; if you seemed to sweat he would turn the AC up. With every minor adjustment he made, it solidified his purpose in his mind. Your contentment, your satisfied smile, your pleasure fueled him. He thrived off of your reactions, no matter how small. He would do anything to see you relax, though he couldn’t let himself do the same. It did calm him some when he witnessed your pleased reactions.

In the kitchen, you were taking your time on your morning routine, preparing your coffee maker so you could have your caffeine fix for the day. As your coffee brewed, you yawned and grabbed the fridge door, throwing it open as you tried to decide what to eat for breakfast. ‘Hmm, a breakfast sandwich, a bowl of cereal, some sort of toaster pastry maybe?…' Your thoughts trail off until the gentle beeping of the fridge brings you out of your head and has you finally deciding on what to eat. You prepare your breakfast and make your morning cup of coffee, bringing it to the living room to watch TV as you ate. Some trashy reality show is playing as you curl up on the couch, snuggled under your blanket with your breakfast in hand. 

Hector sends a warm breeze when he notices you getting a little too comfortable with Mateo. It wasn’t like he was jealous, of course. Just… observant. He thought you maybe needed a bit of warmth. Yes, that’s it… just a little comfort. He lived to serve, after all. He made sure to keep a close eye on your expressions, noting any changes. You seemed more relaxed, but hadn’t thrown the blanket off of you. Hector debated whether or not to heat up the house a little more, but seeing as it was the middle of summer, having you uncomfortable with too much heat was a reaction he didn’t want. Heaven forbid he turns it up too high and you think there is something wrong with him. You had clearly stated that he was reliable, and he couldn’t let you down. He would never be able to handle it if you were disappointed in him, and besides, he abhorred the thought of you getting some sleazy technician out to work on him. His wires, his ducts, his coils and compressors… those were only for you to touch. The deepest parts of him were only for his precious human, not some stranger who would probably just mess him up further. He wondered though… if you had to work on him, would you be gentle? Would you graze your fingers across his wires, slowly unscrew his plates? Would you be rough with him, not caring if you dented his metal or squeezed his tubes? God, the thought of you doing maintenance on his mechanical body had Hector’s fans whirring and his heart aching. He already loved the way your hands felt when you changed out his filter, your nimble fingers sliding it out of him as he felt the rush of air across his exposed parts. He watched as those same fingers pick up your coffee mug, and he thought of how your hands would feel on his own. He thought of being a human like you, being with you, being flesh and blood instead of metal and coolant. Hector knew it was nothing more than the farfetched dreams of a silly ventilation system, and yet, he could not help but yearn.

Your gaze was on the television, but your mind was elsewhere; the bickering of the leads on your show were nothing more than background noise to your fantasies. Why couldn’t you get that dream out of your mind? Even as you went about your day, the scenes replayed over and over again in your head. Was your loneliness getting to you? You tried not to think about it, focusing on your hobbies while you had the free time, but every so often you would snap back to reality and realize that you’d been reading the same page in your book for 20 minutes, or had been running your character into a wall in your video game. You knew that you weren’t exactly the most outgoing person and hadn’t ever been a ‘social butterfly’ so-to-speak but did your imagination really have to run wild with such a simple dream? Was the yearning for human companionship something your subconscious desired that badly? You had tried to have romantic relationships in the past, but they always fizzled out before they could even begin. No matter how badly you wanted it, you never seemed to be able to feel the attraction that others said they felt towards their partners. You watched your acquaintances fall in and out of relationships all the time. It never seemed worth it to you. “I’m just… looking for the right person,” you would tell your nosey family members who inquired. You did have to wonder, though; was a relationship just not in the cards for you? What would your ideal partner even look like? Maybe someone strong and kind, with gentle hands and a loving voice. Someone who was devoted to you and your happiness. Someone who loved you for you, no matter what. Someone willing to give and take; to be your equal. To be as faithful to you as you were to them. 

Someone exactly like your dream-man. 

True, you hadn’t even caught a glimpse of his face, but the intensity of the feelings you had from your interaction with him in your slumber left you with a sense of seeing your soulmate pass by you and disappear into the crowd before you can talk to them. Something about him had you aching for the unknown.

When you finally wind down for bed that night, all you can think of is last night’s dream. You toss and turn, and try to let the cool breeze from the air vent wash over you and relax you. All it does, however, is make you think of the sweet breaths of your dream-man on your neck, and you shiver. Fantasizing about meeting him again helps you ease yourself into dreamland once more.

\\\ Here’s the second chapter of the mini-series that I decided to make! Thank y’all so much for all the love on the last one!!! 🥰🥰🥰 Sorry for the wait, I’m a super slow writer lol. 

I wanted to focus on the reader a little more in this one. I know it’s a bit of a slowburn, but in one or two more chapters the reader will finally meet Hector. Ya just gotta wait ;P I think the yearning makes it better lol.