based on this request on my tumblr blog:

mc and doppelganger wanderer mc or maybe just a twin that's exactly the same. how can the boys know the real mc?? it'll be great if it's not some "i know ur soul" kind of cliche but maybe some other tells?? butt if its cliche it's also great tho.

You don't know what or how it happened, but suddenly you woke up this morning on a bench in a green lush park of an unknown futuristic looking city. Small robots are flying right and left and cars you've never seen before driving along the roads.

Confused and don't know what else to do you wander around aimlessly as you come to a long bridge aiming to an island with a giant bright mansion. This building ripples something inside you and your inner voice following you hurry towards that villa surrounded by sanded beaches and seagulls squealing in the air.

As you get to an entrance gate you remember the white stone mansion with large windows and a round glass dome on one of the side buildings.

And with this you finally know where you are, this is Linkon city. And you're standing in front of Mo Arts Studio, the home of Rafayel. Your mouth gapes open, and you suddenly have a heart time breathing.

"This - that can't be!" you mutter under your breath. How did you manage to get isekaid into your favorite game? Before you can decide if you should take the risk to ring the bell, a white sports car with an open roof due to the warm summer day is heading your way onto the bridge to this place. Violet hair is waving in the air before the car stops right beside you. Gold rimmed sunglasses are pulled down and sunset eyes are locking onto you.

"What are you doing here? Aren't you on a mission?" You recognize the young man immediately.

"Rafayel?" comes out, perplexed and dumbfounded you stare at the gorgeous looking man. God, he is even hotter than in your game, you simply think.

One of his cocky smiles is sent your way as he answers. "Of course it's me. Did your goldfish memory make you already forget about me?" comes his mocking that you know so well, since he's your favorite from the male leads in your game. "C'mon! Jump in, what are you waiting for!" he waves you to the passenger side.

Utterly confused and dumbstruck by Rafayels appearance and behavior, like he knows you, make you accept his invitation.

After the artist drives into the garage and turns off the car, you follow him helplessly inside. What else should you do, since he seems to recognize you? And then it strikes you - could it be that you're the Main Character of the game? The woman that the attractive man walking ahead of you is genuinely in love with?

"Hey, why don't you make yourself at home and I grab us some drinks. Phew, it's really hot outside!" he yaps and leaves you alone in the large space you often see in your game. Rafayels atelier and living room with the floor to ceiling windows and the giant canvas on one wall.

Soon he comes back with two glasses of a sparkly clear liquid, offering you one and gazes at you again. You nip cautiously at the drink that turns out to be simple sparkling water.

"You're looking at me now for a while now and didn't say hardly a word. Everything alright?" Rafayel asks you, sipping on his own beverage.

You don't know what to do and uncertain how to act now, you put the glass at the table with trembling hands. It doesn't go unnoticed by the dashingly good-looking man at your side, and he nudges your shoulder gently.

"You don't look alright. Did something happen on your mission? Is this the reason your back earlier than expected?" bluish pink eyes mustering you with worry as you turn to him.

And then you notice that not only your hands are trembling, your whole body is shaking, and you feel very dizzy now. It has to be some kind of shock response you're going through, you can only think before you find yourself in a firm embrace, flushed to a lean and toned body. Your nose hits the deep V- line of his white shirt and Rafayel's soft skin is gracing your face.

He smells exactly like you always imagined and entranced, you retort his embrace, wrapping your arms around him desperately. God, he feels so good. Tears well up your eyes, and you start to sob heavily as you stutter into his muscular chest. "Ra- Rafayel..."

"I'm here, cutie." his voice was laced with utter confusion and worry.

"Can we just stay like this for a minute?" you choke out between your breakdown, not believing that you are in his arms for real. That you are able to hug him, talk with him and even smell him.

Closing your eyes, you soak in this feeling of Rafayels proximity. Never ever had you dreamed that someday you could do this in reality.

And his figure presses against yours and your heartbeat fastens erratically. Both your bodies fit so well into each other, like two puzzle pieces finally united. You don't want to let him go ever again. His embrace just feels perfect, the hands at your back in your hair are gentle yet firm. Rafayels breath that tingles your ear and warms your neck, the smell of his skin and clothes make you feel at home, a place you never want to leave again.

The surrounding arms grip you tighter, his breath strides along your skin as he whispers "Of course, whatever you need..." his heartbeat fastening beyond your ear.

You don't know how long you hold him like that, as a voice, exactly sounding like yours, calls out through the room warily. "Who are you? And why are you in the arms of my boyfriend? - Rafayel? What's going on here?"

Shocked, both of you scatter from each other, and you turn around to see who breaks through the all consuming happiness of your moment. Only to set gaze on a woman who looks exactly like you, from the hair to the figure, eyes - everything.

Perplexed you two just stare at each other, too stunned to process what's going on. Only her clothes are different from yours. Where you wore simple jeans and a red top, she's wearing a black cargo pants, combat boots in the same color and a white shirt with a dark leather harness.

She breaks through the confusion faster than you and pulls out her white guns, aiming at you with a cold gaze. „Where or what are you?" she asks you with a threatening voice.

Behind you Rafayel exhales sharply "Stop! What are you doing? You can't just shoot around in my house! Do you want to ruin my paintings?!"

The young woman and you make an eye roll and bite back an amused smile. And then you both freeze, completely in sync.

She narrows her eyes, not without lowering her guns. "What is going on here?"

Panicking, you lift your arms in a helpless gesture. "I mean no harm! Please don't shoot me!" you scream in a high-pitched voice. "I don't know how or why I came here, but I'm human! I swear!" and with bated breath you wait for her reaction.

"You both cuties need to relax. Miss bodyguard, no shooting! And Miss Twin, please calm down. Nobody is going to be harmed here." Rafayel exclaims in a calm voice, stepping elegantly between the both of you and interrupting the eye contact. His gaze flickers back and forth between you and the other woman in the room, showing a hint of the confusion he must feel right now.

"We'll figure this out. Why don't we sit down on the sofa, and you start telling us who you are, yeah?" he turns to you, guiding you gently with a hand on your lower back to the giant yellow sofa that you know so well from the game sequences.

You choose to sit on the left end and your MC-Copy takes a place on a far right side. She's not saying anything but doesn't look amused either. At least the guns are back in their places, you think. Rafayel takes the middle between the both of you, apparently to be a sort of puffer if things escalate again.

You smile at him warmly, trying to say without words how grateful you are for his gentleness and support in front of his true girlfriend.

"You better start spilling the tea and stop flirting with my boyfriend," your other version demands with a sour tone. Rafayel takes one of her hands in his in an attempt to calm her down and gives her an adored grin of his.

Yeah right, you're the wrong copy here you realize and your gaze wanders to your shoes, embarrassed that you are jealous. She is the ingame character, not you. She is the person that Rafayel loves, not you. You're just an intruder right now. And your heart pounds heavily in your chest, the one without an aether core and his devotion. Tears well up again in your eyes, but you gulp hard and fight them back. Now is not the time for this, and you focus yourself, trying to process and explain it.

"I don't know what happened, I'm nearly as clueless as you." you start, not sure what is safe to reveal in the process. „I think I fell asleep while studying together with Rafayel. And as I woke up I found myself on a bench in one of these parks."

"Wait, what do you mean you studied with me?" the artist asks surprised, "I was here the last two days and painted on my latest piece".

You bite your lip and your face feels hot now. How to explain that he actually is a character in a game and that you have a massive crush on him.

Both, your MC and Rafayel now staring at you, expecting an answer to his question.

"I- uhm..." you stutter. God, can't there be hole that swallows you up right now? "Well... there is this mobile game called ‚Love and Deepspace' that I'm playing and Rafayel is one of the love interests there. My favorite to be honest, and I choose the feature of quality time to help me focus on my studies." Your face now fully heated up, and you know that it turned crimson red now. Not daring to look at them, you hear some gasps.

Deciding to spill it all out the words just bubbling from your lips. "I must have fallen asleep during that and well then I woke up here. I wandered around, first not recognizing where I was. Then I stumbled over Rafayels house and he met me there. Since we look the same he surely mistook me for you and took me in. I was in shock, and he just tried to comfort me as everything broke down in me."

Deafening silence as you are finished, and you throw a tiny gaze to your hosts. Rafayel just observes you, supporting his chin with his hand and apparently deep in thoughts, his unique eyes wearing an unreadable expression. The other You stare at you with an open-mouthed gape but gathers herself really fast.

"You want to tell us that we are no real persons and just some junk of pixels in a game?"

You just nod. You don't know what else to do. Should you add that you are familiar with the Lemurian secrets as well? Or better not? "And why are you looking like me?" she asks you, but it is Rafayel who answers, not turning his own intimidating gaze from you.

"Isn't that obvious, cutie? You are her. She made you an exact copy of yours."

"What?" the other woman screams out. „Now I am the copycat?!" Her eyes go wide, and angrily she stands up and walks a few steps at a nervous pace.

"I- I just played a game and was very immersed in it..." you murmur weakly, afraid of what will happen next. If you had known that this would be possible, maybe you decided not to make your MC look like you.

"What else?" Rafayels bends towards you, his blue and pink eyes now seem to search for something in yours.

You blush again because he's suddenly so close and his appearance is too gorgeous for you that you're able to ignore it.

"You know about the aether core?" She asks, a glare with squinted eyes throwing to you and her voice now more interrogating than angry.

You just make an undefined motion with your hand "Game, remember? There are some things I learned about you, since you're the playable character." you don't know if she gets the hint or Rafayel. You're not even sure if it's a good choice to tell them how much you really know about her - or him.

But the purple haired man changes the topic, as always you think and smile to yourself.

"We can't solve this riddle now. Let's make the best out of it. I guess you don't know where to sleep since you aren't from here?" he asks leisurely, and you answer with a shake of your head.

"Then you stay here. My house is big enough and some rooms are not in use right now." a friendly smile towards you.

"Rafayel! You can't be serious! We don't know anything about her!" your MC shouts out, of course not amused with the thought that a woman looking like her stays close to the man she is in a relationship with. In addition, someone who came up with a wild story.

He just turns to her, taking her hand and giving some pecks at her knuckles. "I don't think she is making up the story. And since she looks identical to you, we better not let her run around Linkon to avoid questions and incidents, yeah?"

A short pout of her and she nods "Alright. But stay away from her!" Rafayel chuckles and winks at her "Jealous, cutie?"

And he receives a little punch at his shoulder for this teasing. "Ouchie!"

Some hours later your room had been made ready and MC left for an important meeting in HQ that she couldn't avoid. Now you've been alone with Rafayel in the kitchen as he prepares some dinner.

He's asking you questions about your life and stuff, and you answer him as best as you're able to. As you both settle on the dining table to enjoy the meal Rafayel suddenly gets serious and looks at you with a soul-searching gaze.

"You both live such a different life, but it's hard to keep you apart from her." You slowly chew on your seafood that he had prepared, not knowing what to say.

"Well, I'm obviously not her." you look up and try to retort his gaze which isn't easy as he observes you so closely.

You gulp and decide to name the elephant in the room instead of dancing around it for the next few hours. If this Rafayel is the same as in the game, he won't come up with what's bothering him, so it's up to you. „You're bonded with her, not with me." as his eyes go wide you swiftly look down to your plate again. "Yeah, I know." you whisper nervously „about that special thing."

As the man opposite you doesn't utter a word, you look up once more, only to see him with his eyes closed and rubbing his torso in slow circular motions.

"Rafayel?" you ask him carefully, not sure why the sign of his chest is glowing, and he seems in pain.

His wonderful eyes open and there are so many emotions in there, you can't grasp them at all. Big orbs filled with so much sparkling blue and fiery red, gazing at you and your breathing hitches.

"Maybe you're wrong..." he whispers back, and now you recognize the emotions in his eyes. Confusion, sadness, and adoration. A tender look that is reserved for you as they close again. And suddenly your heart races and the meal completely forgotten.

To be continued in a book of its own:

Title: Waking up in Linkon City

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