Ruining the secret
Relationships: 919 & 659 & 661
Characters: 919 | Nyke, 659 | Rocoku, 661 | Roroy
Rating: G
Words: 588
Type: Oneshot
Warnings: None
Tags: Birthday, implied/referenced human experimentation
Originally posted: 2025-07-12
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Notes
Written for fic_promptly, originally published there on July 12th. The prompt was 'happy birthday'.
659 poked his head into the ship’s kitchen, drawn in by the obvious noises of someone cooking. And whenever there were sounds were coming from the kitchen, you were almost always guaranteed to find 919 in there.
As soon as he was spotted, 919 groaned. “Go away,” he said, where he was mixing the batter for something.
659 didn’t listen. He rarely did.
Instead he sauntered into the room, looking at everything laid out on the counter. He reached for one of the strawberries, only for his hand to be smacked away. He yelped. “C’mon, jus’ gimme one!”
“No. I need them.”
659 pouted, in a manner that 661 would have called childish had he not been elsewhere. “Ya can’t even spare one? So stingy!”
919 continued to mix the batter in the bowl. “No.”
Not getting the rise he’d hoped for out of him, 659 let out a long whine. “Yer boooring!” Another attempt at thievery thwarted by an even harder smack on his hand, he finally gave up.
When he left the kitchen, a loud ‘such a meany!’ thrown 919’s way, 919 just yelled at him to not come back in there.
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659 was trying (and failing) to cuddle up against 661, who was working on another haiku when the scent of something freshly baked filled the room.
Both of them looked up as 919 stepped into the room, carrying a tray. He put it down in front of them, making both of them lean forward in their seats.
“Anchan, is that…”
661 looked up at 919 with narrowed eyes. “What’s this for?”
919 somehow managed to look both flustered and pissed off, all at once. “What does it look like? It’s a cake, obviously.”
For a few seconds, both 659 and 661 sat in silence, until both of them turned their eyes up to look at 919, where he was standing in front of them. “Why?”
“Wh- it’s your birthday, isn’t it?! 151 said- ugh, whatever, fuck off. Take it or leave it.”
He stormed off, clearly annoyed at their questions.
659 and 661’s eyes met for a moment, before 659 cut a slice for each of them. He handed 661 one of the plates. For a long few seconds, they both stared at the slices in their laps, before each taking a forkful of the cake and putting it in their mouths.
659’s eyes lit up, 661’s widening just a fraction as the taste bloomed on their tongues.
“It’s so good!” 659’s voice was loud, carrying all the way out of the room.
Even though he rarely liked agreeing with 659, 661 couldn’t help but to do so.
For once, something other than annoyance bubbled in 919’s chest, where he stood just around the corner.
He thought about 151’s words, spoken just a few days ago. ‘I’m pretty sure they’ve never even had cake before.’
Maybe he had a hard time trusting people, and he certainly wouldn’t claim to care for any of them, but from the years he had spent in that lab, poked and prodded, he knew that anyone who had been born in there had never had the whiff of a chance at a normal life. And if he could give them at least a taste of something normal, he’d do it. Especially when it was something this simple.
Everyone deserved to have at least one birthday cake made for them in their lives.
Even if he would never actually go as far as to tell them the words ‘happy birthday’ .