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Southern Nights | Argus x Reader

Recipe: Something like Poetry, Night on the Desert, Detective!Reader, Partners to... Partners, Extreme Softness, Teeth Rotting Stuff, Neither of you are easily flustered but man ur trying

WC: 1k

Chef's Note: I LOVE WRITING ARGUS OKAY????? She's everything to me. My new wife.

It’s quite the night.

Despite it being mid-February, it was only 41° in the desert. Chilly enough for a sweater and blanket, but nothing like the northern winds you were used to. You’ve travelled all over the world, to places in the far corners of the Earth. But never have you seen a night like the ones in the middle of Texas. The orange sand seemed to spread on forever, with cacti and ferns peppering the hills. 

With how dry the desert was, it became hard to picture that there was an ocean somewhere out there. Far beyond the canyons and coyotes. You heard, once, that the desert was an ocean itself. That all this was filled with salt water and fishes. That it was dried a million years ago, leaving nothing but it’s bones.

“Here you are, sweetpea.” Argus says, pushing a cup filled with something warm into your hands. “Drink up, it’ll warm ya. It’sa cold one tonight.” She takes a seat next to you, close enough that your shoulders barely brush against each other.

The fire across from you two dances, providing warmth and something to look at while you talk. You want to tell her that this isn’t real cold, that you’ve endured things that’d send a chill to her bone, but you decide against it. It’s not worth it, really.

“What is it?” You ask, breathing in the steam. The cup burns your hands, but you press them closer to the metal, hoping to sap all the warmth from it. 

“Try it first, then I’ll tell ya.” Argus gives a lopsided smirk to you, wrinkles forming on the ends of her eyes as she smiles. When you raise an eyebrow to her, she pauses. “It’s nothing alcoholic. Or fishy. It’s good, trust me.” She pleads, looking expectantly at you.

It’s not that you don’t trust her, it’s just that you don’t trust her good taste. She’s gone on trails far longer than this, and has had to scarf down food far more sketchy than what you’d trust eating. She may have put dirt into a cup, boiled some water, and stirred the two together. She’d probably drink it all the same.

But with her look growing more eager, you surrender. Pressing your lips to the edge of the cup, and drinking in.

It’s coffee. A lot weaker than she usually makes it though, and paired with something else. Something sweet that mixes effortlessly with the bitterness of the drink. “Chocolate.” You say aloud.

“Now, it’s nothing fancy. I know it can’t compare to what you city slickers must drink by the gallon. That so-called coffee filled with sugar and syrups of all types. It’s just ground coffee mixed with hot chocolate. But it’s what we got, so I ain’t hearing any complaints.”

“It’s wonderful, Argus.” You give her a smile, so she knows your words are genuine. She looks to you, almost shocked that you’re enjoying something she made. But that quickly breaks, her normal smile returning, and the tension falling out of her.

“Well good. I’m glad you like it, cuz I’ve got a whole pot, and I ain’t finishing it by myself.” She huffs. 

“It’s Valentine’s Day, isn’t it?” You ask, lowering the cup into your lap.

“Hoo-ey detective, they don’t call you Sherlock for nothin’, huh?” Argus’s sarcasm brings out a laugh from you. “What tipped ya in on that little clue?”

“You’ve been on edge all day, almost as if you were waiting for me to say something. Every time we spoke, you’d get all flustered. And now, you’ve given me chocolate. In an unconventional form, yes. But still, a show of affection all the same.” You reply, giving a hum of satisfaction.

Argus lowers her hat, trying to hide her good eye. “Not the fact that it’s February fourteenth?”

“February fourteenth is just another day. It’s only Valentine’s Day if you celebrate it.” You state matter of factly. 

“Yeah?” Argus’s good eye looks you once over. “And are we celebrating it, detective?”

You weren’t expecting such confrontation. You give a small jump, holding on tight to your cup. The two of you have been on the trail for only a week now. With another week till you meet your destination. You hadn’t given a thought to romance before your little case together. It was something you came to her with, something you couldn’t go at alone. And though she stated that she had it covered, you insisted to go with her. You couldn’t leave it fully in her hands.

Over the last week, the two of you have grown close. Far closer than you would have ever thought. She’s kind hearted, funny, and has a wild but wise nature to her that you’ve grown well accustomed to. 

But after the case is solved, what will happen? Will the two of you simply return to your lives? She’s only just entered yours, but now you couldn’t picture it without her. The thought of leaving makes you nauseous. 

Your eyes make their way to the sky. To the endless abyss populated by nothing but bright lights, painting the sky in impossible colors. You were told once that the stars up there are far, far away. So far that their light only meets Earth long after they’ve died.

“Yes, I believe we are.” You push your shoulders together, bridging the gap made between you two. Argus smiles, before pushing back at you. The two of you playfully tossing soft jabs at each other. She breaks the silence by laughing, and you follow suit.

“Yer awfully pretty when you laugh.” Argus comments. “Like someone in a movie.”

“Movie, huh? Like a Western?” 

“Sure.” Argus shrugs.

“That makes you my heroic rugged cowboy, then.” You tease. “With a hard stare and a heart of gold.”

“My my.” Argus gives another hearty chuckle. “You give me too much credit.” You lean in closer, and then Argus follows. The two of you are so close, you can see the individual etchings of her scar. You raise a hand off your cup, tracing the scar with your thumb gently. She lets you, leaning into it.

“I’ve given you sugar, now mind givin’ me something sweet?” She mutters, you can feel her breath on your lips.

You kiss her. In the bones of what was once an ocean, in the light of what were once brilliant stars.

Everything becomes right with the world.

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Can you do something with Sevika/Ambessa where reader is TERRIFIED of storms (especially the windy ones) and there's a big storm going on, so they're freaking out a lot and they get comforted by one or both of them?

Lightning Outside (Featuring Sevika & Ambessa Medarda)

Fluff, r is scared of thunderstorms! Short as fuck . . .

⋆₊˚ SEVIKA ⋆₊˚

You hated the stormy weather. It was always so loud and windy. The thundering would always make you shake in your pants.

“Sevika,” you called meekly, pulling the blankets over your head and around your body. “Sevika…” you called out again, this time a bit louder than before.

“Yeah, sweet?” Sevika looked up from the table where she had a few papers laid out, doing some work for the next Council meeting. She saw the way you were trembling, a frown set deep on your pouting lips. Lightning struck outside again, loud and flashy through the window.

“Oh, dear,” Sevika got up, abandoning the pile of paperwork and sat at the edge of the bed, the mattress dipped under her weight.

“Here,” she pulled you, bundled up in the blankets, closer to herself. Sevika soothingly ran her fingers in your hair, “The thunder won't do anything to you, I'm here,” she said, kissing your forehead and pulling you closer into her chest.

You nodded, “Mhm…” you closed your eyes, focusing on the sound of her heartbeat.

⋆₊˚ AMBESSA MEDARDA ⋆₊˚

You would've expected the wife of the great Noxian Warlord to be equally ferocious and fearless. But you weren't that. Definitely weren't that. All it took was the rumbling of the clouds, and you were running into Ambessa’s office, feet padding loudly against the marble floors.

“Ambessa!” You yell out, ducking as if war would unfold due to the thunder outside.

Ambessa didn't look up, perhaps she'd forgotten how the thunderstorms terrified her wife. You tugged at her sleeve, pouting your bottom lip out, “‘Bessa…” you mumbled.

Then lightning struck again, you visibly jumped a little, whimpering right after. Ambessa chuckled, “Come here, my wife.” She pulled you into her lap, smiling at you gently.

“The thunderstorm wont do anything to you.” She said, sitting your butt against her thick thighs. She was so much bigger than you. “Here,” she held up the steamy mug of tea, “Take a sip.”

You took a sip of the honeyed tea, smiling when the flavours touched your tongue. You wrapped your arms around Ambessa's neck, “Can I stay? I won't distract you, I promise.”

Ambessa pressed a kiss on your lips, and held it for a brief second before answering, “You're never a distraction, my love.”

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Characters & Ships

Characters

Arlecchino (Genshin)

Alcina Dimitrescu (Resident Evil)

Aglaea (HSR)

Argus (R1999)

Feixiao (HSR)

Jane Doe (ZZZ)

Kafka (HSR)

Lynette (Genshin) (Platonically only)

Mizuki (Genshin) (Platonically only)

Ruan Mei (HSR)

Sevika (Arcane)

Xianyun (Genshin)

Ships

Acherswan (HSR)

Arlebina (Genshin)

Arlenora (Genshin)

Arlevi (Genshin)

Astralyn (ZZZ)

Beiguang (Genshin)

Caitvi (Arcane)

Calla x Lapis (The Dark Lords confession)

Candehya (Genshin)

Candehyarzad (???) (Genshin)

Clarissa Dovey × Lenora Lesso (TSFGAE)

Clorivia (Genshin)

Dehyarzad (Genshin)

Eimiko (Genshin)

Feikong (HSR)

Feikongsha (???) (HSR)

Feisha (HSR)

Gyohua (The Apothecary diaries)

Hertamei (HSR)

Hiccstrid (HTTYD)

Jeanlisa (Genshin)

Kokosara (Genshin)

Lennabel (Nevermore)

Lynguan x Fujin (Genshin)

Mizulumi (Genshin)

Rappabin (HSR)

Tennant x Eternity (R1999)

Toothfairy x Madam Z (R1999)

Topajade (HSR)

Verneider (R1999)

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saying “i want him” about the character but not in a romantic or sexual way . i just Require him i need to Obtain him

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i was listening to finesse — bryson (originally made by drake) the first part would loosely go alright with eve n jane. eve’s the yearning dork in love in her part while it’s you in jane’s. anyways,

her reaction to “ i want my baby to have your eyes. “

cw: fem! reader. wuh luh wuh luh

a quizzical look falls on the rat thiren’s face. her elbow sinks into the plush mattress while her chin is perched on her open palm. the thin covets slowly falls off her shoulders and slides down to the naked curve of her waist, exposing more of her perfect body. bits of the morning sun’s rays slips through the closed blinds of your bedroom, expertly highlighting the beauty of her graceful features that you’re lucky to see every weekend. a blissful dream is what you call of jane. once she touch you, everything that troubles you is forgotten and left behind like the clothes scattered about on the carpet floor. cyan eyes softens a bit when she finds that love-stricken look on your face.

she smiles at you playfully, “ my eyes, huh? you mind telling me why? “

“ they look its prettiest in light, especially in the moon and sunlight. “

although her expression seemingly doesn’t change, her pupils dilates.

she gazes down at you without saying a word for a moment.

“ then. . “ jane reaches down with her other hand, lazily traces your features with her thumb—specifically your nose and the outline of your face.

it wouldn’t hurt to indulge in this conversation, to tap into feelings she forces to not acknowledge when she’s not with you.

the ends of her tail gradually traces the vein along your wrist. “ your nose and face shape. i want my baby to have them. they’re one of the things that i love about you.”

“ y-you want them to have m-my eyes? “ she repeats back to you in a puzzled and bashful tone. the side of her bed is mostly empty due to her naked form nestled up against yours. thanks to your limbs tangled with hers under the thick covers, she’s unable to escape. it’s not like she truly wants to even if she could anyways. the warmth and tender pressure of your body grounds her back into a reality she never thought that she could have. changing her empty, meaningless lifestyle for the better and getting shown to a path personally worth fighting for wasn’t something she would expect two years ago. her life then was so empty then. looking back at it now, she wonders how she lived through it everyday. she’d get a job, complete it, come back to an empty home, eat at an empty table in silence, and sleep in an empty, cold bed. rinse and repeat, day and night. then, here comes you and astra, throwing mixtures of warm colors into her colorless world.

“ yup. “ you’d answer, like it’s the most easiest thing in the world. your palm cradles her flushed cheek. like a plant responding to sunlight, she leans into it while looking at you with curiosity. her light purple eyes glimmer as they do.

“ i don’t understand. .may. .i ask why? “ there was multiple instances where she would get commented on her eyes about how dead they looked without a shine. although it’s been years ago and things changed, it still sticks to her like glue.

you brush away blonde strands to run a thumb over the mole under her eye. the ends of your lips curl into a warm smile and evelyn’s gaze widens in awe.

“ isn’t it obvious, ‘lyn? because your eyes are the prettiest. it’s like i see the galaxy in them. of course i’d want my, no, our baby to have your best features.”

her breath hitches.

evelyn’s hand comes in contact with your hand on her face and lean forward to slot her lips between yours in a soft, sensual kiss. after a brief moment, she pulls away just enough to feel your breath fan against her parted lips.

she produces a loving smile of her own.

“ then i want our baby to have all of your other features. it’s only fair for them to have your best as well. “

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Arlecchino Marriage HCs

࣪𖤐.ᐟ note -> Literally one of my favorite characters in genshin.

࣪𖤐.ᐟ warnings -> none.

࣪𖤐.ᐟ content includes -> fluff, slight angst, soft! Arlecchino, protective, children, letters, kissing her hands, jealousy.

۫ ꣑ৎ While Arlecchino is a cold and intimidating woman, she’s very soft and caring towards her partner. It is quite obvious how much softer she is with you even when she doesn’t show it in public. Just by the way she looks at you it’s obvious how much she cares about you.

۫ ꣑ৎ She is surprisingly quite affectionate with you. While she isn't a fan of PDA, Arlecchino would always stay near you as much as possible when in public together, her arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to her. When in private she loves kissing you and even cuddling you.

۫ ꣑ৎ Arlecchino often has to go on missions for weeks—sometimes even months outside of Fontaine. She always makes sure to write you a letter at least once a week, asking about how the children are doing and how much she misses you, a gift often accompanying the letter.

۫ ꣑ৎ It took her a long time to fully open up about her past and everything that happened in her childhood, but when she does it means a lot. You are the only one who has the privilege of calling her by her real name—Peruere, but she prefers you to call her by that name when you two are alone.

۫ ꣑ৎ Arlecchino isn’t insecure about her hands, but sometimes she fears that you are disgusted by them. She understands why you would be. You immediately notice what’s going on when she touches you a lot less than before, ending up with you kissing her hands, mumbling how beautiful they are.

۫ ꣑ৎ She doesn’t get jealous quite easily. Arlecchino has full trust in you and your relationship. When she does get jealous it’s usually during a Fatui event where some pesky business partners try and flirt with you the moment she isn’t around. Just a glare from her makes them run away with fear.

۫ ꣑ৎ Arlecchino trusts you, but that doesn’t mean she trusts the world. Whether you notice it or not, she has her spies watching over you when she’s away. If anyone dares to harm you, they disappear before they even realize their mistake. You may never hear of it—but she does, and she makes sure it never happens again.

۫ ꣑ৎ She is an early riser, but Arlecchino always hesitates to leave your shared bed. In the quiet moments before dawn, she brushes stray strands of hair from your face, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. If you stir, she simply whispers for you to go back to sleep, kissing your temple.

۫ ꣑ৎ The children adore you, especially when you read to them at night. Arlecchino often stands in the doorway, arms crossed, watching with a rare, soft expression. Sometimes, when no one is looking, she’ll sit beside you, letting the children pile into her lap as she listens to your voice.

۫ ꣑ৎ Her hands are stained in blood, but to you she will never be a monster. No matter what she does, every time she returns home you welcome her back with open arms. Arlecchino would hold you for a long while, reminding herself that despite everything, she still has something worth coming back to.

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Made a Kafka rentry! I'm like, trying this now, hope I'm doing well xD

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Stellaron Hunter Kafka

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aglaea the goldweaver

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Her favourite shades of blue