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[art-missy]

Sally Face MASTERLIST

Sal

Drabble : hot

Larry

Drabble : thoughts

Ashley

Drabble : muse

[art-missy]

Ashley was frustrated.

You were her muse, her source of inspiration. Your simple presence had the wonderful ability to give her so many ideas, to stimulate her creativity. The simple glimpse of your smile had her sketching in her sketchbook, modeling clay or even crocheting small plushies. You made her feel like the artist she wanted to be.

So what was the problem ? Why was she so frustrated at the moment ?

She wanted to immortalize you, to take a simple picture of you while you were reading. You looked so peaceful, the incarnation if serenity. But when she was about to push the trigger of her polaroid, you hid your face behind your book.

And you kept thwarting her attempts to photograph her.

Always hiding behind a book or behind Larry (his height and broad shoulders were helping), moving at the last second or pulling Sal in front of you.

“Stay put, for fuck's sake !” she groaned as she ran after you.

You were circling the tree behind the apartments like a comical duo from a cartoon. Sal, Larry, Todd and Neil were laughing from the tree house but she did not care. She wanted that picture of you.

“What's your freaking deal, Ash !?” you squealed.

���I just want a picture of you ! Is it too much to ask ?”

She started to feel tired.

“You have tones of pictures of the gang !”

“I want a picture of you !” she retorted. “Only you !”

Ashley rolled her eyes when she heard a proud 'smooth' from Larry. She stopped running and you hid behind the tree.

“You have toned of sketches and paintings of me in your sketchbooks,” you panted. “Isn't it enough ? Plus, I want you to look at me directly. Not through a substitute.”

Saying that butterflies were flying in Ashley's stomach would be a euphemism. At the moment, any entomologist would be fascinated by the new ecosystem springing in her stomach at your words. She did not even react to the 'damn' from Neil or the 'aw' from Sal.

Her cheeks were already red when you finally revealed yourself from behind the tree and, once more, her creativity was pulsing in her brain at your sight.

“How about a picture of you and me ?” you said.

You didn't leave her time to react that you already took her polaroid from her hands and snapped a picture of the both of you. You then handed her camera back and climbed in the tree house. When she came back to her senses, the picture was already developed. She looked stunned on the image while you were looking at her with a shy fondness.

And once again, new and colorful ideas pulsed in mind.

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"Oh shit ! I'm so sorry !"

Keyleth wasn't really a fighter. She was too clumsy, too lost in her dream. She wasn't fast enough, her focus could fade too easily and it was painfully simple to make her flinch.

But she wasn't fragile. Far from that.

She was not the army, but the barricade. The refuge. She had a talent to shield, to protect and it was something you admired in her as much as her selflessness. So, of course you accepted her assistance for your daily work out and training. You asked her to guard a random tree while you would try to attack it. And of course she managed to catch you of guard and made you trip on a tree root.

"You're wonderful, Keyleth !" you smiled brightly at her from the ground.

The blush spreading on her cheeks was several shades deeper than her hair and your eyes softened at the sight.

"I-I just made you fall !" she helped you stand up. "I'm so sorry !"

"No no ! It's fine ! It's by falling than one learn how to walk anyway," you let out a fond chuckle. "You truly understand the assignment ! Don't hesitate to strike me again if you find an opportunity !"

Her eyes widened at your words, her hands nervously clenching around her baton.

"Are you sure ?"

"Certain," you nodded. "Don't attack, little leaf. Protect."

An adorable but fierce determination appeared in her eyes. You two took positions and you struck again, smiling widely.

Yes, Keyleth was a refuge. Refuge that was warming your heart and strengthening your passion.

If she was the barricade, you were her army.

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Today was finally your day off and you had a long but funny schedule. You wanted to visit a museum, do some shopping and any other fun things that would come to your mind later.

Humming, you were checking your bag for the umpteenth time, and then your wallet when you let out a long and annoyed groan. You immediately exited your dorm room to got to that of a certain sentinel.

"Vincent, you get your golden ass here and take back your fucking black card !" you yelled while drumming at his door.

The door slid open, revealing Chamber dressed of a bathing robe and a very tired look. His eyes squinted to look at you better because his glasses wasn't on. You immediately threw the card at his face with an irritated huff.

"It is way too early to be awake, chaton," he yawned, rubbing his forehead where the card hit him.

"How many times do I have to tell you to not take me for a money-sucker leech ? I don't need your pocket money !"

He sighed then took the card off the floor.

"And how many times to I have you tell you that my partner deserves the best from me ?" he said in a 'duh' tone but you were already walking away.

You thought you could finally have a peaceful day without worrying about anything and just relax but no. You forgot that your partner was a very stubborn man. Your entry for the museum was already paid when you arrived, same for the aquarium and the movie theater. When you arrived at your favorite store to buy new clothes, the manager told you that everything was put on the bill of 'Dear mister Fabron' and you couldn't stop your eyes from rolling at their dreamy tone. When you arrived at your favorite bookstore which also was a café, a private room was booked for you with a painfully exquisite drink waiting for you.

Irritated, you massaged your temples to ease your nerves when a camera at the corner of the street caught your eye. You leaned on the window to notice that the lense was turned in your direction.

How much did he pay Cypher ? you wondered.

When you came to the headquarters, you immediately rushed to Chamber's room and to your surprise, the door opened right before your fist could hit it.

"Oh chaton !" he smiled brightly. "How was your day ?"

His smiled widened when you grabbed him by a collar and pushed harshly against a wall. He very clearly enjoyed that.

"I said I didn't want your money," you said behind gritted teeth.

"Not even from me ?" he faked a pout. "Am I not the love of your life ?"

You took a step back and glared at him.

"I wanted to spend my money !"

"My money is your money," he retorted, his expression now serious.

You wondered if he couldn't understand what you meant or if he did not want to.

"Your money isn't my reward for my hardwork ! I didn't earned it. Today I wanted to recompense myself with my own reward."

He stayed quiet for a moment but by the way he was looking at you, your words were slowly sinking in. Then, a mirthless laugh escaped his lips as he sat down on his bed.

"I ruined your day, didn't I ?"

You sat beside him with a little sigh.

"Talk to me next time you want to do something that concerns me, got it ?" you gently nudged his shoulder. "Your intentions for today were cute though, so thank you."

"Of course, mon chaton," he took your hand and gently brought your knuckles to his lips. "However, I still think you deserve to be spoiled rotten."

You sighed, too tired to debate with his obstinate affection.

Chaton = kitten

Mon chaton = my kitten

[art-missy]

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[art-missy]

Yoru couldn't believe the words that came out of your mouth. He spent years hearing people talking about his cold demeanor, his eyes naturally set on a sharp glare, his cocky words, his aloof personality.

And there you were, sat in his bed with your unnervingly heavy gaze and your unpredictable words making his stomach lively with butterflies.

"The fuck did you just called me ?" he asked, his eyes widened in shock.

"I said you were cute," you answered casually.

It shouldn't be a surprise coming from you. You were his partner, he knew you, he knew how you were. But your words were still unpredictable. He would never admit how giddy these words made him feel, how he loved the sensation of his cold heart melting thanks to the warmth in your tone.

He didn't need to admit it anyway, his red cheeks and pink ears were speaking for him.

"I'm not cute," he scoffed haughtily.

He internally swore he felt his heart missing a beat when a gentle but amused smile slowly painted your lips.

"You're right," you hummed. "Adorable is the right word."

Yoru raised an eyebrow and sat up, looking at you better.

"I literally cut the throat of an Omega bastards before your eyes a few hours ago."

You nodded and let out a short chuckle.

"Yep, and that was hot," you grinned. "I love the scowl you have on your lips when you're focused." You cupped his face and pressed a quick peck on his nose.

You won. He was now a hot blushing mess because of you, hiding his face in the pillows, his heart beating faster when he heard your fond chuckle. Yoru was often afraid of how easily you could melt his arrogant and cold self, of how you easily weaken him in your presence. But then, your warmth reassured him, cradled him.

His arms automatically wrapped around your waist when you joined him under the covers and pulled you against his chest.

You made him feel like a fool and he oddly loved it.

You were the only person he could and accepted to be a mess for.

[art-missy]

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[art-missy]

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It visibly couldn't wait until December...

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Brimstone had never clench his jaw so hard in all his life. He had fought against fire, been in many different dangerous situations, he had danced with Death so many times. But your eyes, your gaze was heavier than the weight of a thousand sniper lenses. He had to resist, but his body failed him.

He felt the tear rolling down his cheek to hide in his beard when a powerful yawn cracked his jaw.

"Okay, that's enough," you said firmly, grabbing his wrist to drag him out of his office. "You're going to bed."

His body which was once his greatest ally was now his greatest betrayer. It definitely allied with your determination to get him to bed.

"I'm not that tired," he said and he grimaced at the sound of his voice, croaking and dripping of exhaustion. Even his voice betrayed him. "I just need a cup of coffee."

Once in front of his dorm room, you slam his hand against the biometric scanner to open his door and push him inside with a strength he didn't know you had.

"Liam," you sighed. "You have enough caffeine in your blood to kill a family of elephants and even that is not enough to keep you awake anymore."

Brimstone felt his body wincing at your words. You were right. His eyelids were heavy and his legs were shaking under his weight.

You immediately went for his closet to pick up more comfortable clothes he could use as a pajama. You threw them at his face and waited, fists on the hips. He knew that face all too well. The fire in your gaze burned more than hell fire itself. You would not let him go back to work until he had a minimum of rest.

It was this caring determination you showed for others that made him fall hard for you.

"No caffeine for the week," you said sternly as he took off his boots, then his clothes. "If I catch you even taking a whiff of coffee, I'll lock you in your room."

He let out a tired laugh but he knew you were capable of backing your words with actions. He sometimes wondered who was the real commander of Valorant.

"Not even these funny drinks youngsters seem to like these days ?"

Once he finished changing, you gently tucked him in and joined him in the bed.

"Too sweet for you," you pressed a long kiss on his forehead and turned off the light. "Now get some sleep. And next time you try to skip bed time, I'll put verbena and chamomile in your coffee. Understood ?"

Brimstone closed his eyes and this time, let the yawn came out of his mouth without fighting. He wrapped his arms around you and let the sleep embracing him.

"Yes sarge."

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[art-missy]

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their "takedown form" demands that you give them your full legal name and address. they do not say what they're doing with your personal details. there's no proof that this form works

until ao3 comes out with a proper statement or manages to lock their scrapped, just lock your fics for registered users

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Part 1.

You have thrown him so many death glares, so many threats, so many cussing, so many scoffs, disdainful looks... but he kept coming back at you. His smiles, his teasings, his jokes, everything in him exhausted you. He even stole your nightly moments of peace at the pool. And he did not seem to understand why you were so hostile to him. No. Harbor did not seem to want to understand why. So when Gekko came asking you what has he done for you to despise him so much, you couldn't help but scoff.

"Existing is a big enough felony," you grumbled and rolled your eyes when he laughed.

"Seriously, though," he giggled. "How did your beef started ?"

You remembered sighing when Harbor joined Valorant. You found him so loud and energy-draining that you mentally agreed with yourself to avoid as much interaction as possible. You just introduced yourself to be polite and walked away...and he followed you like a lost child. You then slowly discovered he had a talent for getting in your way. He took your targets during operations, distracted you during trainings and meditations, followed you whenever you had a solo mission, and even damaged your stuffs.

You found him overwhelming.

Ever since you met him, there were not a day when you were not tired of his presence. And when you saw him enter the common area, you stood up from your seat and threw a last glance at Gekko.

"It all started when your coach decided he wanted to breathe the same air as me."

Later that night, you were peacefully meditating on the edge of the pool when Harbor came to sit beside you. You clenched your jaw and braced yourself, mentally preparing yourself for anything coming from him. But nothing came. The silence remained, only disturbed by the soft sound of water. Yet, his presence was still heavy. He did not need to open his mouth to be seen.

Then quietly, he hand you something. A locket. Your locket you were looking for everywhere. You took it, then looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"You stole it ?"

He let out a little snort and shook his head, his eyes glinting with amusement.

"I found it this morning in the VLR/T. Want me to help you put it on ?"

You looked at him with a wary glare, eyeing him from head to toe.

"No."

"I will not strangle you," he laughed.

You scoffed and put on your locket by yourself. You then stood up and started to walk away. But as your hand reached the scanner to open the door, you heard him standing up behind you. However, he did not come closer.

"What can I do to make you stop despising me ?"

You finally opened the door, a little scoff escaping your lips.

"Start by respecting my personal space."

He said nothing more as you went back inside. It seemed like Gekko was right. Harbor thought to thank him and ask for more advice. 'Read the air' he said. He maybe should learn how to read you. He didn't want to observe you from afar. He wanted to feel your presence as much as possible. But he didn't want to scare you away either. And as difficult as it was for him, he decided to let you breathe a little.

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