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[saivenay]

WHAT IF sirius was sorted into slytherin as he was supposed to be?? black brothers being the casanovas of slytherin while remus and james being the casanovas of gryffindor?? enemies to lovers wolfstar/jegulus?? first they hate each other but then evan and james slowly becoming friends so they get the chance to know each other without trying?? idk about you but i need this immediately.

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James: look at these full moon shaped chocolate cookies I bought for you!

Remus: ...round. You mean round.

Sirius, walking into the room: oh awesome, full moon shaped cookies!

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Remus: Have you told anyone we're dating?

Sirius: Yes, I have no self control and I've told the whole school we are.

Remus: No need for sarcasm

Sirius: What sarcasm?

Remus: ...

Sirius: I've told everyone.

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💣🤖

[saivenay]

I would be .•°•. Yoru

cw: f!reader, mention of a broken bone, hurt/comfort?, overprotective yoru

It's been months since you joined the Valorant protocol. You've gone through all the training a long time ago, and you were doing very well in practices. During that time, you've also made friends with other agents. Everyone was positive about you and had no objections to you.

That's why you were surprised by Yoru's hostile reaction to the news that you are going on your first mission.

"Y/n? No way! She's still too weak for that," he interrupted Brim in mid-sentence as soon as he heard your name.

"Easy, kid. Yes, it's her first mission, so she's not going alone. Get ready, you will help her if necessary. Hurry up."

Brim patted you on the shoulder before leaving the room. Yoru looked at you coldly.

You hadn't understand where this change of attitude came from. After all, he has praised your skills more than once. Well, maybe he wasn't exactly praising because his praises weren't so direct, but he would often give you yeah, you're decent text with an jokingly arrogant smirk.

Why did he suddenly say you weren't good enough?

You held his gaze bravely, and finally Yoru rolled his eyes and left the room, slamming the door.

.•°•.

You two got to mirror earth using a teleporter.

Yoru carefully scanned the area with his eyes before slipping out from behind the boxes. You wanted to follow in his footsteps, but he stopped you with his hand.

"Stay here," he mumbled, keeping his eyes on the aisle. He released his portal.

When you ignored his words and tried again to scramble out, Yoru raptly turned towards you and this time he pushed you against the wall. You let out a surprised exhale.

"Are you deaf? I said," he drawled, "stay here and be quiet. Don't lean out. Get yourself involved only when necessary.

"It's a joint mission," you hissed back, but he didn't care. By the time you blinked, all that was left of him was a faint streak of blue light.

You were the one Brimstone sent on the mission. Its purpose was to get you used to the new circumstances. Yoru was only supposed to be a help in case you slipped up. What was the point of all this if your companion wouldn't let you do anything at all?

You cocked your gun and poked your head out from behind the boxes. Empty.

You snorted softly under your breath.

"Fuck you and your stay still order," you muttered as you followed the direction the portal had slid past earlier.

You walked carefully, carefully checking all corners and corridors. Not a living soul anywhere.

Well, Brim indeed said it would be an easy mission.

The task was simple: sneak into the abandoned headquarters and search it for plans or clues as to the next steps of the mirror world. You passed more rooms. Where is the main one...

Ah, there.

You searched the office. Didn't find much, but it should be enough. You covered your tracks and were about to leave when you heard footsteps. You stayed still.

The intruder did the same.

You reached for your gun.

They started moving again... but suddenly changed direction. They entered the next room.

You didn't catch your breath, however, because you heard a thud, followed by a loud grunt. It sounded like Yoru.

You hastily stuffed the plans into your bag and rushed over to help him.

You found him pinned against the wall by Mirror Reyna. He was a bit dizzy, apparently hit in the head with the butt of the gun.

The woman was clamping her hand around his neck. She lifted her other hand and flexed her fingers, grinning ferociously. The weapon she was holding fell to the floor. Apparently, the woman preferred to use her radiant skills to finish him off.

She was too close to Yoru for you to risk a headshot. Instead, you fired several shots into her shoulder.

Reyna clearly didn't expect Yoru to have company. The point of surprise gave you a huge advantage. You lunged at her, knocking her to the floor, and stepped on her leg with all your might. There was the sound of bone breaking and an inhumanly low growl.

You grabbed Yoru's arm and pulled him to the exit. You heard Reyna's voice; she probably was informing the others of the intruders. You two had to be quick.

Yoru recovered himself and broke free from your embrace.

"Are you stupid? You were supposed to wait!" he scolded you.

"Yeah? And what was I supposed to learn this way?" you snapped back.

He didn't answer.

Instead, he ran ahead, not looking back to see if you were following him. You had a hard time keeping up with him.

For a moment you thought he didn't give a shit if something happened to you anymore. However, before he entered the teleporter, he stopped and let you go in first, only to jump in right after you.

.•°•.

"Oof," you blurted out as you tried to keep your balance after landing on your side of the teleporter. You looked behind.

Yoru appeared right after you and immediately deactivated the device. Before the interior of the teleporter turned transparent, something had managed to get through it. Yoru sucked in the air loudly.

Mirror Jett's blade fell with a dull thud against metal. You saw blood on it.

"That's it", Yoru said coolly and headed for the plane. You followed in his footsteps.

The road passed in complete silence. Several times you wanted to say something, but every time you looked at Yoru, he was sitting stiffly, jaw clenched and his eyes stubbornly fixed on the wall in front of him.

You didn't speak until the boy didn't turn into the medical room.

"You're not going to Sage?" you asked.

"It's nothing serious. Will heal itself."

"That's stupid," you said. "Come here."

Yoru might have been a bit of a dick today, but that didn't mean he deserved a potentially infected wound. You trotted over to him and grabbed his good arm, then turned back to the medical room.

Sage wasn't inside, but you knew how to use basic medical items. You sat Yoru on the nearest empty table.

"Take your jacket off," you ordered, rummaging through the boxes. The boy reluctantly obeyed.

"I'm fine," he tried again, but you silenced him.

Having found everything you needed, you turned to him with a triumphant smile.

Only to turn serious as soon as you saw said wound.

Yoru's arm had a large cut from which blood was still flowing. There was even more of it around, but it was smudged and dried. You glanced at his jacket; The blood was also there, around the cut.

It's gonna be hard to deal with.

You've been cleaning the wound. Yoru was sitting calmly, only occasionally flinching slightly. You were gentle with him, even if you still were upset with him.

As you were bandaging the wound, he grabbed your arm. You paused for a moment and looked at him.

"I'm sorry about today," he said quietly.

He meant it, you could see it in his eyes. You're back to bandaging.

"Y/n, I'm being honest."

"I know. I just don't understand what's gotten into you." You patted the finished bandage. "Are you in a lot of pain?"

Yoru shook his head.

"I would be, if it was you who has gotten hurt," he mumbled.

You looked at him surprised.

"I just wanted you to be safe. If anything bad would have happened to you, especially in my presence, then..." he paused as if he had already said too much, then smiled to himself. "But sometimes I forget that you're as skilled as the rest of us."

You smiled back softly, feeling your stomach tickle.

Today you got to know Yoru's new faces. First, the cold one during the mission; now the uncertain, contrite one. He looked at you impatiently, fidgeting his fingers.

Without hesitation, you wrapped your arms around him, resting your head on his shoulder. He slowly relaxed under your touch.

"Okay, I get it now", you smiled. "Thank you, but don't do that again, please. You could have gotten seriously hurt there and that would make me in pain as well, you know?"

Yoru returned the hug after a second. You felt his arms wrapped tightly around your waist.

"Yeah. Gonna remember from now on."

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Safe place .•°•. Fade

cw: gn!reader, lots of softness and comfort, fade might seem ooc idk but that's how i see her

wc: 2300

Dealing with nightmares on one's own requires being alone, and that comes with loneliness.

That's what Fade felt most of the time.

Although loud and confident on the battlefield, she kept to the sidelines at headquarters. She preffered solitude, and when she was around people, she'd rather listen than participate actively in conversations. And if she did participate in the conversation, she would quiet down the moment it turned to personal topics.

When asked about something private, she would either answer reclutantly or shrug her shoulders. She would speak little but sensibly, often sarcastic and with a slight hint of black humor. Her favourite pastime was baiting younger duelists into some pointless, heated discussions and watching the chaos from afar.

You found her intriguing ever since the first time you saw her and you've tried to approach her multiple times but there was never a good enough opportunity to talk.

Until one night.

You woke up thirsty in the middle of the night, so you found yourself in the kitchen, rummaging through the cupboard for your mug. You were tapping your fingernails and humming while waiting for the filter jug to filter your water. When you finally filled your mug, you turned around.

And you almost dropped the mug.

"Oh my fucking god." You placed your free hand on your chest. "You almost gave me a heart attack."

On the table was sitting a heap of shadows with bright red eyes. It cocked its head to the side at your words and blinked a few times. It reminded you of some cartoon cat.

You rolled your eyes and smiled slightly at the prowler.

"Well, you're cute so I forgive you. Why are you even here?"

You perched on the edge of a couch. At first the prowler kept his eyes on you, but eventually he curled up into a ball and rested his head on his tail. Though he was evidently getting ready for a nap, he glanced at you or wiggled his tail whenever you made a sound.

You wanted to keep his attention, so you were clicking your tongue and humming. The prowler seemed to like it. He even was reacting to kitty-kitty.

With his eyes closed, he was barely noticeable in the shadows of the room. He had no fur nor skin like other animals. Curious about how he would feel under your palm, you reached out to stroke him.

"If I were you, I wouldn't-"

You yanked your head up towards the source of the sound, seeing Fade. She was sitting on the windowsill, her back against the wall.

The prowler suddenly snapped. Maybe if you hadn't been distracted, you'd have taken your hand in time.

"Ah, shit," you hissed, withdrawing your arm and inspecting it. Your palm had two pairs of prowler's tooth marks. The creature snorted and slid off the table.

So much for the new pet friend.

"-touch him." Fade finished. "My bad, should've warned you earlier. He's not friendly with strangers. Just give him some time."

"No, it's fine. It's just a little bite. I'm gonna be okay," you reassured, shaking your head. "It's three am, why are you awake at this hour?"

Fade shrugged her shoulders.

"Not tired," she answered shortly. There was silence after that and, well, it was awkward so you excused yourself and left.

Everything in small steps; if the prowler needed time, so probably did its owner.

. •°• .

Sometimes you would deliberately set your alarm clock for something between midnight and four in the morning in order to go to the kitchen under the pretense of getting a drink of water. The odds of meeting Fade were about fifty percent.

At first, she kept her distance and limited herself to answering your questions; over time, instead of moving away when you sat next to her, it was her who would willingly sit next to you.

She would ask questions. Sometimes deeper ones, sometimes silly ones. And well, it was the middle of the night, when people are the most open.

You were telling her whatever came to your mind, and she would enjoy listening to you.

More and more often she would also share something about herself, although usually it was not any important information. You didn't mind that; you were happy to see her opening up to you.

The prowler would let you stroke it for a while and would even jump on your lap sometimes, but it would run away after a few minutes. He didn't like sleeping on you.

"That's the way he is," Fade had once said. "I doubt he'll get any closer to you than he is now."

. •°• .

One night Fade was more tired than usual. She was sipping her coffee, fighting sleep as she listened to you talk about your last dream.

"What's the best dream you've ever had?" you asked. She genuinely thought about it but wasn't able to give you an answer.

"No idea. I haven't had a pleasant dream for ages. Only nightmares," she explained. "I see people I have lost. I see losing them, them being tortured, them hurting. The nightmares are blaming me for every bad thing that happened in my life. I used to be sure that it's not true, that it wasn't only my fault but... I'm not so sure anymore."

Oh.

You covered her palm with yours and squeezed it, trying to comfort her a bit. She flinched, but didn't withdraw her hand.

"I'm sorry you have to go through this," you said quietly. She shook her head.

"I knew what I was signing myself for when I took my powers. Abilities for sanity and comfort," she chuckled grimly. "It's been worse, though. I've been able to sleep in recently."

She sighed and rested her head against the back of the couch. Her eyes we're closed.

"The nightmares aren't as severe as usual. Maybe it's because of you." Fade smiled slightly. "Maybe you're calming me down. At least that's what you do to my prowler."

. •°• .

Fade rarely let her guard down.

Opening up meant being vulnerable. It meant revealing information that could be used against her. But most importantly, it meant getting attached.

With you, however, she relaxed easily. That's why it was so effortless for her to say too much and cringe about it the following day.

The first time realised she said too much for her liking, she avoided you for the next few days. This made you worry; did you do something wrong? At first you endured those quiet days but eventually anxiety took over and you found yourself on the doorstep of Fade's room.

You knocked gently on the door while playing with your fingers. You could see that she was stressed too, when she opened the door.

"Uh, hello," you said awkwardly.

"Hi." She let you in, pointing to your bed, and you both sat on its edge.

You didn't know where to start, but Fade spoke up.

"Look, I want to apologize for the way I've been behaving. It's just..." she began, clearly avoiding your gaze and being tense overall. She laughed nervously. "God, I'm pathetic."

"You're not," you replied immediately. "If you don't want to talk about it, it's okay. I only want to know if I did something that made you back away. Are you... tired of me?"

"No!" she said vehemently. She paused for a second, as if surprised by her own response, then cleared her throat and continued calmer. "No, please don't think like that. You did everything right, the problem's in my head."

You nodded. You understood what she meant.

""Okay, that's all I needed. You don't have to say how you feel if you're not ready. I don't want to pressure you," you reassured her.

Fade didn't look convinced.

“Communication is the basis for everything. It sucks a bit if I can't tell you directly what the problem is," she mumbled bitterly.

"You're right," you couldn't disagree. "But the fact that you're aware of it is half the battle. You're trying to communicate, and that's enough for now. Don't force anything."

"Thank you. And again, I'm sorry."

Fade slowly lifted her head, finally looking at you. Some of the stress left both you and her, and only now you noticed how exhausted she was.

You got out of bed, planning to give her a chance to go to sleep, but she grabbed your hand.

"Wait- can you... stay here for a while?" she asked quietly. "Only if it's okay with you, of course."

You complied and sat on the edge of the bed again. Fade seemed a little hesitant, as if she herself had no idea what was she doing.

"I don't know. Just talk to me, like you always do. I missed it."

You told her some stories from your chikdhood. Sometimes she chuckled or nodded to encourage you to continue.

The prowler that hid when you entered the room slowly crept closer and closer to you and at some point you interrupted the story to try to gain his favor. Eventually he rubbed against your leg, and when you reached out to him - you don't touch him, you just bring your hand closer - he swiped you with his cheek.

Of his own free will he climbed onto your lap and sat on them and you wanted to show that miracle to Fade but you realized she was sleeping.

"Psst," you whispered to the prowler. "On a scale of one to ten, how awkward that conversation was?"

He only snorted.

You were planning to leave her room the moment she fell asleep but now, with the prowler on your lap... you didn't have the heart to leave it, so you moved to the armchair in the corner of Fade's room and fell asleep with the prowler on your lap.

. •°• .

Fade had more of those vulnerable moments during which she would distance herself from you for a few days, but eventually would come back to you on her own when you weren't pushing her. You didn't try to force it out of her shell, being completely fine with the scraps that Fade offered you. You gave her support and distance at the same time.

That's when she started craving more.

She was constantly pushing her barriers. She seeked contact with you, allowed you to enter more and more into her personal space.

As a fully independent person, she preferred to act alone. Even when in a group, she did not always rely on teamwork. She'd rather oversee everything herself instead of relying on the comms of other agents.

Intimacy has been foreign to her for a long time and although she was terrified of showing her weaknesses, letting her guard down even for a while felt so good, even when she didn't really know what to do with herself after it happened.

"Isn't it annoying?" she asked once.

"What is?" you asked back.

"Me. You doing all those things for me when I dont have anything to offer back." she murmured.

"It's not," you answered "because you offer back your time and attention. And I keep telling you stupid things, but you still don't think I'm stupid."

Fade smiled and rolled her eyes.

"And... i feel safe with you." you added hesitantly, hoping you weren't not pushing Fade's boundaries. "You're my safe place."

. •°• .

Over time, you have developed a quite healthy relationship with mutual communication.

Fade hasn't stopped having phases of pushing you away, though. You knew it was her subconscious defense mechanism for letting someone into her life after she had lost so much, and Fade knew that you knew it.

She just couldn't help but feel angry and frustrated with herself for confusing you.

"How the fuck are you still here?" she asked. "I keep pulling you in and pushing you out all the time. Why aren't you tired of that?"

"Because I can see what you're doing," you answered. "You push me away because you're scared of being hurt again. But, Fade, I'm not going to leave you. I'm here for you, okay?"

You reached your hand towards her face, wanting to stroke her cheek with the back of your hand. She grabbed your wrist when you were inches from her skin. She looked between your eyes, you saw a hint of desperation in her gaze as she pleaded:

"Promise it. I keep losing everyone I love, so please promise me you won't leave."

You grabbed her face with both your hands. Caressing her cheeks gently, you smiled softly.

"I promise."

Even though it was her who asked for it, she took a second to process your response. She looked like she didn't believe you, but as soon as you smiled even wider, waiting for her move, something in her snapped.

She cupped your chin and leaned in, placing a single kiss on your lips. But she didn't back down completely, waiting for an answer. As you parted your lips and your body leaned to her, she closed the distance between you, initiating a longer kiss.

Her lips were soft and gentle, as was her touch as she pulled you even closer. You two took your time celebrating this moment of intimacy, enjoying how the other fit perfectly in your arms.

Even when Fade broke the kiss, she didn't pull away immediately. Instead, she kissed your forehead and hugged you.

"You're my safe place, too."

. •°• .

It got only easier after that.

As Fade got more comfortable with you, she took the lead and was initiating all the dates and next steps in your relationship.

You were always there for her when she started to fear losing you, and your support in those moments meant literally everything for her.

She also was there for you whenever you needed her, helping you get through whatever demons you were fighting.

Dealing with nightmares on one's own requires being alone, and that comes with loneliness.

It's a good thing you had each other.

[saivenay]

once when i was bored during a lecture, i started to watch students and wonder which of the valorant agents would behave the same way sooo

.•°•. valorant agents as uni students .•°•.

Killjoy

killjoy carries only laptop and its accessories to uni

during lectures she plays league of legends as her self-constructed bot records the lecturer's voice and enters his words into the notebook

don't be surprised if you hear aggressive typing coming from her — she just got annoyed at a troll on her ranked game

usually she sets for an unrated game as yuumi or switches to teamfight tactics though as there's not enough space for a mouse on lecture hall tables

however, if she plays league, she keeps the mouse on raze's table

always prepared for seminars; if by any chance she forgets to do homework, he does it flawlessly on-the-spot

absolutely loves tasks that require presenting the topic to the group; she makes eye-catching slides and speaks with such passion that its impossible not to listen to her

Reyna

at first, almost the entire class was intimidated by reyna's confidence and manner

some of the students still haven't spoken to her willingly

she is a total sweetheart if you get to know her though

takes neat and simple notes on paper, keeps them in folders

she has no problem sharing her notes but you will have to ask her in dm since she doesn't post them unasked in a group chat

she multitasks on lectures; takes notes from the text from slides and does her seminar homework

she actually refuses to do homework at dorm, she either does it right after or right before the seminar while being at uni

Neon

neon always moves; she plays with a pen during lectures, taps her foot while doing exercises, walks around while chatting with her friends

she's that awfully cheerful person among life-weary students and everyone wonders where the hell she gets her energy from

doodles a lot in her notebook

her handwriting depends on her mood, time of the day and type of a lecture; she has about ten variations and is able to alternate between them smoothly

prefers seminars than lectures because she isn't restricted to sitting and listening

isn't afraid to ask for explaination if she doesn't understand the task

if she doesn't do her homework within five minutes after receiving it, she'll forget it exists

she's that one girl who changes her hair color every few weeks, though she loves her blue-yellow hair the most and keeps coming back to it every few months

Raze

raze's the person who has the best contact with most of the lecturers because they are fond of how cheerful she is and how she interacts with them during classes

she tends to make origami animals during lectures and gives them to a random student within reach

she gets notes from killjoy and remakes them in her own way

in her dorm room she has a cork board where she sticks the information she needs to learn and connects particular sheets with a piece of string, just as if she was a detective

beside that, she loves flashcards and learning words through association

killjoy makes her do homework

raze prefers tasks that require discussion in groups rather than doing them alone

she's actually the only person excited for pe class but she never answers on coach's question about what they all want to do, letting the others decide

[saivenay]

Vi: Cupcake and I are no longer dating.

Caitlyn: That's a horrible way to tell everyone we're married-

[saivenay]

“Shhh, shh, shhh, I’ve got you, I’m right here,” Cait’s voice was a soft thing cutting through the haze, finding Vi and pulling her free.

Vi realized she was gasping, heart pounding so hard she could hear the blood rushing in her ears. Arms flexed, tensed, fists clenched. It was Caitlyn’s hands soothing her hair back, gently cradling her face, sliding a calming touch over her shoulder and down her arm that made her fully realize she was awake now. Bit by bit her sharp inhales calmed and she relaxed into Caitlyn’s body, the warmth of her and the light floral scent of her skin draped in her cotton nightgown helped orient her to her place in Cait’s bed.

Caitlyn laid quietly for a few minutes more, giving Vi time as her hands kept slowly moving in comforting strokes against the ink running over her shoulder. Vi could feel the ghost of Caitlyn’s steady breathing against her temple, the rise and fall of her chest as Vi tried to match it. The anxiety was still nipping at her heels, chasing her out of her tumultuous sleep.

“Stillwater or… her…?” Cait’s voice was a whisper, not wanting to startle Vi with its intrusion.

Her jaw clenched, sore, she must have been doing so in her sleep as well. With a sigh, jaw popping as she opened her mouth to speak, she replied bitterly, “both.”

She could hear the sour expression on Caitlyn’s face in her voice as she spoke, “Well that’s… new…”

“Yeah, very fun,” Vi huffed, both of them humorless in the aftermath of her nightmares. They’d been unrelenting, vicious. Caitlyn was the type to either have horrendous nightmares or a dreamless sleep, but Vi felt haunted. It was a nearly nightly occurrence that she was woken to Caitlyn soothing her, chasing away the terror that carved out her nerves. It was what kept Vi in Cait’s bed every night, the latter insisting she wanted to be close enough to help her when she began hyperventilating, or whimpering, or occasionally sobbing.

They laid there in silence for what felt like an hour but may have been mere minutes, in the darkened bedroom it was hard to tell, Caitlyn’s deft fingers working soft circles over her skin and sometimes venturing up into her hair. Vi’s unwrapped, chapped hands had begun clutched in Cait’s nightgown but slowly relaxed her hold on the fabric as time ticked by. Vi’s nose occasionally bumped the curve of Cait’s jaw, hyper aware of how close they were though the rest of her had eased up by this point.

“Thank you, cupcake,” Vi rasped softly, voice still stiff with sleep. She could feel Caitlyn smile against her temple, echoes playing in her mind of do you ever say thank you? She couldn’t count how many times since then that she’d found herself thanking her lucky stars for the woman who held her now.

“You’re welcome, Vi,” her voice was warm and gentle. Then Vi felt a kiss press tenderly to her forehead.

Huh.

It sent her stomach tumbling, body stiffening up. Caitlyn’s fingertips paused in their looping track as Vi looked up at her, time hanging as their eyes met. It wasn’t that this hadn’t occurred to her, she’d thought about it an embarrassing amount. They were always touching, lingering presses of skin and hands, but they hadn’t crossed that line of what was ambiguous and what couldn’t be overlooked. Vi wasn’t shy, she was brash and direct, far too hasty, but her sister literally bombing Caitlyn’s mother had given her some serious pause. She felt too raw, too at fault. She was sure she’d demanded too much and they had both lost for it. How could she possibly ask for more now?

Caitlyn tipped her head, a question in her eyes. Vi bit her lip, raised her eyebrows, daring to silently ask the same question in return. There was a warm nervous energy to the hand that lingered over the gears on her shoulder, Cait’s chin giving the barest of dips in a nod. Permission. It was the slowest crawl to the finish line, neither moving fast enough to spook the other. Some part of Vi felt like she may explode and the rest of her couldn’t wait to be kissing Caitlyn Kiramman.

So she did.

Vi brought a free hand up to Caitlyn’s jaw, cradling her face with a reverence as their lips met softly, warmly, curiously in the middle. The fluttered feelings rolled down her skin like hot drips of honey, the touch gaining confidence as she chased the sensation, pressing into Caitlyn with more surety. Vi was usually all teeth and ferocity when it came to kisses, using the action as a bridge to sex. It felt different to kiss Cait purely because she wanted to kiss her. Sure, she would gladly like to do other things with her as well… But after several early mornings spent gazing at Caitlyn’s plush, parted lips while she slept beside her, wondering what kissing them may feel like, she was in no rush to split her focus now that she was given the chance.

She felt the motion of Caitlyn’s slender hand as it slid up into her hair, weaving into the strands, nails buzzing electricity over her scalp. An unexpected soft sound hummed in the back of her throat which elicited a whimper in reply from Caitlyn, both of them struggling to maintain the delicate comfort of the kiss, unsure if they let this fall to further intimacy.

They broke apart the barest amount, foreheads leaned together, ragged breaths against lips. There was a tension, more palpable than before they’d kissed at all. It prickled in Vi’s mind, fingers clenching once more on Cait’s nightgown.

“You know that you can have me, if you want me,” Caitlyn’s voice was a whisper, so gentle that Vi worried she may have imagined it.

But then Vi made a strangled sound in her throat, thrilled, conflicted. Caitlyn nodded, lips brushing lightly against Vi’s with the motion. So Vi kissed her again, deeply, threading fingers into the soft indigo of her hair.

Her mind finally went quiet, her heart roared.

[saivenay]

just some quick caitvi

[saivenay]

caitvi…but that one scene in arcane 🥺🥺🥺

[saivenay]

Jealousy

pairing: Reyna x fem!reader

promps: reader gets jealous because she thinks reyna and sage are hooking up (it’s just a misunderstanding), happy end, fluff

words: ~1900 words

warning: none that I could think of, besides some spelling mistakes (probably) none of this is proofread

A/N: no one asked for this, but someone should have 

You poked your head through thr door of the training room, eyes carefully scanning the perimeter for a glimpse of magenta hair, only to come up empty. Your shoulders sagged in disappointment. Already you had searched the sleeping quarters, the common rooms, the shooting range and everything in between for the Mexican. But strangely your favorite agent seemed nowhere to be found.  

“Looking for someone?”

Your head swiveled in the direction of the voice, smiling as your eyes found Fade sitting in a dimly lit corner, feet up on the metal table, meticulously cleaning a gun.

You stepped fully into the room, eyes sweeping around once more.

“Have you seen Reyna? She’s late for Las Pasiones del Amor… ”, you said, more flustered about the fact that you had (apparently) been stood up than the ridiculous name of the show that you were meaning to watch.  

In all honesty, you didn`t care much for it. Reyna, however, was a big fan of the telenovela so you had learned to accept it. After all, you liked spending time with her too much to let bad writing and overdramatic acting get in the way of your watch parties. Besides, whenever the show became too boring or the dialogue too fast-paced for you too comprehend with your limited Spanish skills, you could always pass time watching Reyna’s reaction instead: the way her face lit up in delight, her brows drew together in confusion or her mouth dropped open in shock.  

Fade chuckled, a dry sound that seemed to make the shadows shake and ripped you from your musings.

“I wouldn’t wait up for her if I were you. She’s having one of her late night sessions with Sage. It’ll probably take a while. You know how those two are.”

Your brows furrowed in a frown, cocking your head to the side.

“I didn’t know Sage and Reyna hung out a lot.”

A smirk came to the bounty hunter’s face, teeth flashing almost menacingly in the dark.

“Oh, loads of time.”

She picked up her gun, spinning it around in her hand with nifty fingers before slipping it into the holster at her hip. The chair scraped across the floor.

“I would stay away from the East Wing if I were you”, Fade told you as she passed by, eyes gleaming sardonically,“I heard they can be quite… loud.”

Your frown only deepened at her words and the suggestive way they had been uttered as the Turkish woman left the room with a cackle. You stayed for another moment, mulling over Fade’s words.

So what if Reyna had stood me up for Sage? She’s free to do as she pleased. It’s not like we are dating, you reasoned with yourself.

Still, you couldnt help the sour mood the whole thing put you in, nor the way your chest tightened at the idea of the Mexican and the healer together.

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“Didn’t want to wait for me, huh?”

The couch dipped as Reyna plopped down next to you. A couple of days had passed since your talk with Fade. You hadn’t seen Reyna at all since then, both of your schedules keeping you so busy you didn’t even have to try to avoid her. Not that you necessarily wanted to avoid her. Quite the opposite, you always longed to be near her and talk to her. Even now you had to resist the urge to look her way, instead staring blankly ahead at the TV that played the latest episode of Las Pasiones. The one Reyna had been supposed to watch with you days ago.

You shrugged in answer to her question, choosing your own words carefully.

“I just assumed you’d hang out with Sage tonight again.”

It was perhaps a petty, childish thing to say, but you couldnt help yourself. Ever since Fade’s revelation, you had felt weirdly upset about the fact that Sage and Reyna seem to have a fling? Relationship? Whatever it was, it filled you with a new white hot feeling that you weren’t used to dealing with. It was aggravating and she had caused it, so it was only fair (at least in your eyes) to redirect your frustration at her.

Reyna for her part, seemed to take the cheap shot in stride.

“Ay, cariño, I’m sorry. I should have told you that I’d be busy,” she scooted a little closer to you, trying to catch you attention, but you kept your eyes glued to the screen. Undeterred, Reyna went on.

“I honestly didnt expect we’d take all night, but Sage is very thorough. And enduring. I swear half-way through, I was so tired out, I thought I’d fall right asleep.”

The words were said in jest, hoping to free you from your obviously glum mood. But if anything your frown deepened, face scrunching up displeased.

“I don’t really want or need to know all the details”, you muttered, pulling your knees up to your chest, “You can do whatever you want in your freetime. It’s none of my business.”

You had hoped that would end the conversation, that Reyna would turn her attention to the television. But still, her eyes were boring into the side of your face.

“You are upset.”

“I’m fine,” you insisted, with a hard edge to your voice. You reached for the remote fumbling a little, “Here, I’ll rewind the episode for you.”

Reyna ignored your attempt at changing the topic, easily plucking the remote from your hands before you could even try to press any buttons.

“You dont sound fine”, she observed, “You know, next time you could just come along.”

You blinked, looking at her for the first time since she entered the room. Your mouth dropped open and it took you a couple of seconds before you could form words.

“You mean you, me and Sage? Together?”

“Yes?”, Reyna said confused at the incredulity in your voice. Still she went on to reassure you,

“I know that I would be happy to have you and I’m sure Sage wouldnt protest either.”

Again your only answer were a few owlish blinks as you tried to formulate an appropriate response. Never had you been propositioned with something like this before. Flustered, you tried to move past your tongue-tiedness.

“I’m, uh, flattered, I suppose? But that really isn’t my kind of thing”, you admitted, face hot. Reyna looked mildly disappointed.

“Shame. Having you there would certainly make things more interesting. It’s gotten incredibly dull lately. All this talking and fighting… I’m sure your input would be useful.”

“In-Input?”

“About the training program for new agents?”, she clarified, continuing with a disapproving shake of her head, “Brimstone thought it would be best if Sage and I collaborate on it, instead of handing the task to just one of us. Secretly I iust think he was too cowardly to make a decision.”

You freeze, a weird mix of embarassment and relief washing over you.  

“Oh.”

The Mexican cocked her head to the side, looking at your puzzled, slightly flustered expression with a bit of confusion. Clearly, there must have been some sort of misunderstanding here. She raised an eyebrow at you, turning on the couch to face you fully, tv forgotten.

“What did you think I was talking about?”, she asked curious, watching your eyes widen in panic.

“Nothing”, you said too quickly to be true, snatching the remote from her grasp, “Lets just watch the show.”

You pressed the button to rewind the episode, all too aware of Reyna’s eyes on you. Mentally, the Mexican went over your conversation once more, quickly working out what your puzzling reactions were really about. She chuckled throatily, and you closed your eyes in embarassment.

“Oh my, my. I must say, mi corazon, you have a dirty mind.”

You hid your face in your hands, leaning your head back against the couch, with a groan. How dearly you wished that a hole would open up and swallow you whole. When you spoke next, your voice sounded muffled.

“Fade said you guys were hooking up. Or she at least heavily implied that you are.”

“Fade likes to meddle in other people’s affaires”, Reyna pulled your hands away from your face, teasing smirk adorning her face, “She tricked you.”

Yes, you had come to that conclusion yourself. Mentally you cursed the Turkish bounty hunter and her manipualtive tactics that had gotten you into this mess. Or maybe it was your own fault for jumping to conclusions?, a more reasonable part of your mind objected. You decided you don’t want to listen to reason.  

Creepingly, you became aware of the fact that Reyna still held your hands in hers, which did weird things to your stomach. You met her eyes finally, and she flashed you a brief, kind smile before her expression turned smug.

“I cant believe you were jealous of Sage.”

Abruptly you pulled your hands away from hers, crossing them over your chest with a scoff as you scooted to the side, trying to get some distance between you two.

“I wasn’t jealous”, you protested petulantly, sounding almost offended. Reyna laughed, moving to sit closer to you again, one arm resting on the back of the couch, hands caressing the back of your neck, causing goosebumps to rise on your arms.

“Oh you were. You were practically green from jealousy”, she said gleefully, magenta eyes shining, “I never knew you felt that strongly about poor old me.”

“Shut up.”

“No need to be embarassed”, Reyna told you, one finger trailing up your arm, “Its understandable to be in love with me. Im irresistable.”

“You’re irritable”, you corrected stubbornly. Reyna cupped your face in her hands, forcing you to turn your head towards her, eyes meeting.

“But you love me.”

She said it like she was teasing you, but in her eyes you could see that she was actually waiting for you to confirm or deny it. Why she needed verbal confirmation was beyond you. With her powers, you were sure she could feel the way your heart raced and your breath caught in your throat at her closeness. Still, you couldnt deny her what she wanted.

“I do”, you confessed, looking into her eyes for any sign of ridicule. After months of silently pining for her, you had given up hope that the empress could ever feel the same way about you. But now here she was, holding your face in her hands, her own lighting up at your admission.

“Te amo también, mi querida.”

You had learned enough Spanish by watching telenovelas to understand that. Your pulse quickened, an involuntary smile coming to your face.

Reyna leaned forward slowly, giving you time to protest. Your breath caught in your throat and you closed your eyes in anticipation. Her soft lips pressed against yours, sending a tingling sensation through your whole body. You returned the kiss eagerly, moving even closer to her, one hand coming to rest on her waist to steady yourself.

Needless to say, you rewatched the episode the next morning.

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“Looks like someone lost a bet”, Fade chuckled, he prowler moving around her legs like a contend cat as she smiled victoriously at Yoru.

“Not fair, you meddled with the result.”

The Turk rolled her eyes, “And if you were any good at matchmaking, you could as well.”

She stretched out her hand.

“Now, pay up.”

Grumbling, the Japanese pushed the credits into her hands, storming off immediatley after.

[saivenay]

Jett and Phoenix genderbender

[saivenay]

firestorm time baybee

[saivenay]

flirts. | chamber , sova

that moment when you hear chamber flirt with viper the first time on the field.

cw: swearing

wc: 1,005

a.n: idk what this is but uh, enjoy? also, let me know if you guys like this type of stuff.

previous : next

"VIPER, you must let me take you out sometime. Dinner– dancing! I know the perfect place."

"Chamber, I would rather drink my own poison."

You stifled a giggle as you and KAY/O shared a look, the robot merely shook his head as the two of you overhear the comms of the agent on the field.

"Does this happen all the time?" You asked, muting off your voice in comms.

"More often than you think," KAY/O replies.

You have just arrived at the Vulture, catching up on a mission that you were supposed to be in. Viper, Chamber, and Sova were already on the field, leaving you and KAY/O at the aircraft.

"Come now, mademoiselle. No need to be so cold, I know just the thing to warm you up."

Your eyes widened and slapped a hand on your mouth, hunching over as you heard those words.

"Less flirting, more focus." You could already tell that Viper was gritting her teeth.

"How could I focus when I'm in a presence of such beauty."

"Pfft–" your laughter busted out as you watched them from the screens. "Oh my gods this is so painful to hear!"

KAY/O lets out a defeated sigh, "Affirmative."

You tapped on your comms and finally made them aware of your presence.

"Chamber, you're so lame." You managed to utter out through fits of giggles.

The comms suddenly went silent.

"Yeah, that's right, I can hear your cringey lines."

Sova's voice then joined in, "Gaia? Is that you?"

"Yup and hearing Chamber flirt just took away half my life span." You said dramatically, "Lameness is my weakness!"

You faintly hear Viper let out a chuckle

"What are you doing here?" Chamber's voice suddenly cut through in a demanding tone.

"Uhh, I'm part of the mission, duh."

"How was I not informed of this?"

"The last-minute briefing we had that you skipped." Viper answers in a deadpan tone. "It would only be natural for her to be here, she's the one who caught Legion lingering around the site."

"That's right." You nodded. "And FYI, my flora just sensed movement."

"I'm picking up a signal near A site," KAY/O added as he scanned through the screens. "Everyone in position, they're here. I'm sending Gaia in."

You made your way to your motorcycle that was parked near the exit, KAY/O lowers the altitude of the Vulture, preparing to open the aircraft's backdoors.

"Sova, ice cream and barbie movies after this?" You quickly asked as you mount your ride.

"It would be a pleasure," Sova replied.

"That's how you do it, Chamber." You teased as you put on your helmet.

"Ah, even I would say yes to that offer if you asked me, ma chérie." Chamber shot back in a flirty tone.

"Who wouldn't say no to you, mon chou?"

You feigned a gasp, your ride humming to life.

"My, my mon cher. Hitting on two ladies at once?" You laughed darkly. "What a player."

"I hate myself so much." You groaned as you clutched your side, falling down on one knee.

"I could say the same for you, little goddess."

---

"Not as much as I hate you." Your copy seethed before sending vines searing through your direction.

"I am you, dummy." Swiping your hand on the ground and up, the earth rises as it curved its direction, forming a barrier that blocked the vine's attack.

You pressed on your comms, "I need an arrow or a bullet at 12 o'clock, now!"

The familiar sound of Chamber's gun rang through the air almost immediately and you put your barrier down to see your copy's body fall.

"Merci!"

With the detonator in hand, you ran towards the spike, the beeping sound going faster as you began defusing. The bomb started to glow red and your surroundings started to rise.

"C'mon, I have ice cream waiting for me after this." You clicked your tongue as the spike started to form cracks underneath it, nearing its end. And just before it did, you finally defused it.

"Oh sweet barbie mermaidia." You breathed out in relief before letting yourself down on the ground.

"That was fucking close. . . "

Hurried footsteps pounded the ground as they rushed towards you.

"Gaia!" Sova kneeled next to you as he started inspecting your state. "Are you alright? Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine." You rasped before trying to sit up. "Just got hit on the side, no biggie."

"Are you sure?" Your mentor asked worriedly

"Yeah, look, I'm healing right now." You assured as you twisted your torso a bit to the side to show your glowing palm covering your side.

Sova heaved a sigh in relief.

"Good."

"Well, that was a job well done." A new voice entered as Chamber stepped into view. "A close call, but well done."

You gave him a weak smile, "Thanks for the headshot."

"No problem, mademoiselle." Chamber held out a hand. "Merely aiding a damsel in distress."

You scoffed, taking his hand.

"I could've handled her if we had more time." You sighed as you stood up with Sova following suit.

"But, yes. I was in distress."

"Would the damsel still be in distress if I say that she owes me one?" Chamber asked with a sly smirk.

"Oh god, what do you want." You shot him a playful look of disdain.

"Dinner, dancing– I know the perfect place." There was a glint of craftiness in his eyes and you couldn't help but be impressed.

You huffed a laugh, "Cute but recycled. You'd have to wait in line."

Chamber shot you a charming smile, "I'm a patient man."

You then felt a large warm hand on your lower back.

"We need to head back," Sova utters, looking at you gently. "Captain is waiting."

"Ah, right. Let's go." Taking your hand from Chamber's hold, "I'm taking my bike, by the way, I have somewhere to be first."

Sova's eyebrows furrowed, "Is it another mission?"

"Ah no," You chuckled. "I'll just buy some ice cream."

[saivenay]

Protective Yoru x reader inspired by this funny tweet by @/llwslov on Twitter lol ( disclaimer I’ve never been to a concert before so it’s probably not accurate ) ( I kinda fell off the main theme but WHATEVER ) ( sfw ) ( no smut ) ( only kisses ) ( tw some harassment )

The two of you pushed through the crowd slowly, Yoru’s grip around your wrist tight and steady.

Usually the man would never go to places as crowded as these, would rather die then have to deal with huge packs of people and loud noises, but for you he found himself doing just about anything.

You wanted so bad to see this concert, and practically beg him to come with.

It didn’t take much convincing, but now that he was actually here he was almost thankful you had invited him.

You were looking amazing, make up soft and glamorous, the small sparkles spread across your cheekbones and eyelids making you look almost angelic.

The dress you had on was dangerously short, and was more revealing then anything he’s ever seen you wear before.

It was unexpected, yes, but the smile on your face and the confidence you showed made him feel something warm and mushy inside for you.

Ugh. Sappy shit.

Finally the two of you found your seats, not too far in the back but not directly in front of the stage either, mostly to protect your hearing.

He let you sit down first, giving the people around him a quick look over out of habit before settling down in his seat as well.

You were fidgeting in your seat, eyes bright and excited.

Yoru just threw an arm over your shoulder and kept a look out, years of caution and security making him careful in any public setting, especially when you were with him; he wasn’t letting you out of his sight tonight.

The concert went by smoothly, it was entertaining enough even though he didn’t understand what was going on most of the time, and watching your excitement and happiness was probably the best part of it all.

Afterwards, the two of you walked back to his bike, you waving your arms around as you talked about how cool everything way and how much fun you had with the biggest smile on your face.

Yoru just smiled contently too, arm wrapped around your waist and pulling you to himself snugly.

The summer night was warm, and the soft streetlights on the side of the road made the dark feel more calming than scary.

But, when Yoru came upon his bike that was parked a bit ways from the concert hall, he noticed that he was missing something.

“Shit,” He grimaced, “I forgot our helmets under the seat.”

You looked up at him worriedly, “What are we gonna do?”

Yoru frowned even more; he hated to see the dampen on your mood.

He released his hold on your waist, looking to the side as he weighted his options.

“Stay here, I’ll go and grab them and be right back,” He finally decided.

“What? No, I’m coming with you!” You tried to argue, but he just levelled you with a stern look.

“Your legs are shaking,” he said bluntly, gesturing at your slightly trembling stance, “You’re tired. Don’t worry, I won’t take long, I’ll run.”

During the concert you had been standing a lot, jumping around in those high heels of yours; he could see the strain it was putting on your ankles but didn’t want to interrupt your fun, only now it was pretty clear by the swollen marks around you feet.

You looked like you wanted to protest more, but just sighed and sat down, taking your heels off.

“Alright,” you said begrudgingly, “Thanks Yoru.”

He only nodded before shrugging his jacket off and placing it on your shoulder, letting himself appreciate the adorable way you snuggled into the cloth for a moment.

Then he turned and ran back to the concert stadium, shoes pounding against the pavement and hair flying up in all directions.

Walking from his bike to the concert had been about 10 minutes, if he ran fast enough he could probably shorten it to 5.

Leaving you alone in the dark didn’t make him feel good, but he had no choice, and the best he could do was minimize that alone time as much as possible.

He arrived back at your previous seats, a few people still milling about.

Yoru quickly spotted the helmets and scooped them up, already turning to run back to his partner.

He finally makes it back, and the scene that greets him is exactly what he had been fearing.

Three men; one of them holds a glass bottle loosely in one of his hands, the other leans against Yoru’s motorcycle, leaving greasy fingerprints on the pristine metal.

Worst of all is the man who has an arm slid halfway across your waist, smile carnivorous and eyes creeping up and down your exposed body.

Seeing those greasy hands touch all over what was his made Yoru’s skin crawl, mind flooding with rage.

It feels like slow motion when all those leering eyes turn towards him, while your tearful ones melt into relief at his presence.

“Back off,” Yoru manages to grit out, tone deadly.

His hands aren’t clenched into fists are his sides, rather they are tensed into a claw, preparing to grab at his mask and take action.

But he doesn’t.

He stands there in front of the group, helmets placed off to the side.

One of the men, white and broad, scoffs and comes to stand in front of you slowly; blocking Yoru’s view.

Now he’s pissed off.

Yoru raises his hands in front of his face seriously , “Big mistake.”

The man looks like he’s about to say something snarky, but doesn’t get the chance before Yoru’s fist is smashed into his jaw, the impact sending the other man tumbling against the rough asphalt.

The rest of the fight feels like a blur with how quickly he takes down the creeps.

By the end of it, his fists are stained red with blood not belonging to him, and the others run off with broken noses and fractured limbs.

Barely breaking a sweat, he watches them stumble off before turning to something much more important; you.

“Fuck, I never should have left you here alone,” He apologizes, almost desperately ,”Are you alright?”

You face is downcast in a way so that he can’t see your eyes, only the trembling form of your bare shoulders.

He stays quiet and leans towards you, crimson stained hands brushing against your soft skin, as if he was afraid of dirtying you.

You sniffle, and then quickly wrap your arms around Yoru’s waist, crying out of relief and adrenaline.

“I’m s-sorry,” You blubber, “I-I tried to say no but—”

Your boyfriend cuts you off, finally pulling you toward himself protectively, “Don’t apologize. None of this was your fault, not in the slightest.”

You only sob harder, letting out your feelings as you grip onto his shirt tightly.

Finally you calm down, and Yoru feels horrible when you pull away and he sees your puffy red eyes.

“I know you say it’s not my fault, but,” Your voice is quiet, “Maybe if I hadn’t been all dressed up they wouldn’t have tried to touch me. If I hadn’t tried to be such a show off maybe….” You trail off.

Yoru can’t help the second rage of fury that rises inside of him, but he tampers it quickly, wanting nothing more then for you to stop crying and to smile again.

He takes your hand and slowly brings it up to his face, pressing a soft kiss to your skin, never breaking eye contact with you.

“Don’t hide your beauty because of scum who can’t handle it. I’ll fight any amount of men if it means I get to see you all pretty and dolled up for me. I don’t fucking care.”

Your face immediately flushes a deep red, and the bewildered look on your face is already a huge improvement from the previous one.

“I-I don’t want you to have to fight! It’s okay, really!”

Yoru scoffs and tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear affectionately, “Idiot, I’m going to be fighting people either way, might as well be for someone worthwhile.”

You fall silent, and he takes the opportunity to bend down and kiss you on your lips quickly, pulling you away before you can react.

He then turns his face away quickly, annoyed by the red that starts tinting his cheeks.

You two may be a couple but, kissing still felt a bit too…intimate; to Yoru, that is.

“A-anyways. Let me drive you home. If we wait around any longer there might be even more scumbags like those. Then I’d have to break even more noses.”

You giggle slightly at his awkwardness, and quickly take his hand, the one with the least blood on it at least, already feeling better.

“Thank you, Ryo,” You say genuinely.

“It’s nothing,” he grumbles, but the soft squeeze of his hand tells you that he is happy too.

[saivenay]

hcs with the val ladies of your choice for some comfort 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽 any type of comfort pls

also hope you're doing lovely <33

-diamond anon

i like you so much that i diverged from headcanons to ficlets. hope that's okay! i was feeling the need to comfort the agents, so that's what i went with!

BLEEDING RADIANCE | FADE, REYNA, SAGE W/ F!READER

words: 2300 warnings: depictions of radiance overload, hurt/comfort

FADE

Your whistle softens as you approach the door to Fade’s room. Rapping your knuckles twice against the metal, you shift your weight onto your back leg, hands going to your hips to wait. It’s not terribly early in the morning, and Fade is usually awake around this time. 

Which is strange, because she’s talking an awfully long time to respond. With your face pinching into a frown, you jiggle the doorknob, pushing the lever up and down. Nothing in response, and you’re about to shout her name through the metal when you notice just the barest hint of… echoes?

Your ears catch the trail end of a whisper; you shoot your eyes downward to the slit between the floor and the door, eyes widening at the reddish gray tendrils reaching through. One of them caresses the rubber of your sole, as if beckoning you into the room. 

“Oh, shit.” 

You’ve never been more thankful Fade slipped the override code to her door to you late one night. 

Punching in the keys, you wait with a furiously pounding heart until the lock clicks and you can finally push the handle down. The door swings open and you’re thrust into a dim room, only a single lamp on, but even that bulb has tendrils stretching over it. 

Curled up on the floor near the wall is none other than Fade herself, her hands clutched behind her head and her entire body folded in on itself. The organ thumping inside your chest twists up at the sight of it, of the pure agony that Fade is gritting her teeth against. 

You close the door, watching seemingly as the shadows bleed out of Fade’s hands and neck, the parts of her skin that are exposed rapidly shifting like ink moving over her body. Moving on instinct leads to sliding onto the floor beside her, gathering her up in your arms until you’re sitting against the wall with the bounty hunter in your lap. 

“You’re fine, you’re okay, I’m right here,” you say, hoping your words slice through the ever overlapping echoes and whispers that seem to curdle from the shadows themself. You see just a hint of Fade’s face— the shadows pour red and black trails from her eyes, the very same ones you see her summon on the battlefield against her enemies. 

Even she can’t escape the Nightmare. 

One of her hands reaches for yours, and you curl your fingers around hers. They’re shaking, practically vibrating in your grip, but you bring her fingers to your lips and utter comforting words. You’ve heard of how her radiance bleeds out of her, a consequence of summoning the nightmares too often. She just came back from a mission… 

Nevermind. That’s not the point. 

You hold Fade tight, the pressure forcing her body into a normal rate of breathing. After having seen these moments before, you know what to do, and you couldn’t be more thankful for when Fade makes the first, soft sound since you came into the room. 

It’s simply hi, whispered so quietly not even the silence of the room could sink its claws into it. 

“Hey,” your reply is gentle. Rubbing soothing circles on her back, you smile. “You back with us?” 

Jerkily, Fade nods her head. You spread your legs, giving her more control over where she sits as she comes to. Her hand drops back to hold herself up, and you see the way trickling shadows still bleed from the tear ducts of her eyes. 

Curses come out of her mouth as she leans forward. You let her think, and she turns to you, her hand still covering her eyes. “Shit, I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be,” you say instantly. “Did I help?” 

Fade nods simply. 

“Then I’m glad I was here. I’ve got your six, whether we have guns in our hands or not.” Giving her another rub on the shoulder, Fade reaches her hand and curls her palm over yours. Only then do you see the grateful smile on her face, followed by the resolute inhale. Leaning forward, you cup the back of Fade’s head and press a kiss to her temple. “I’ve got you.” 

Her head curls into your neck, her fingers gripping your shirt. “Thank you.” 

You grin. “Anytime.” 

REYNA

You know Reyna is burning out when the tattoos along her arm are steaming. Yet, you do not say a word, because the look of concentration on the Empress’s face is more terrifying than anything else. Instead, you keep an eye on her as the training session within the Danger Room prolongs. 

It’s a standard, run of the mill training regimen, meant to be aggressive to keep the instincts of the agent sharpened, but Reyna is losing her focus, and you have a pretty succinct reason to suspect why this is happening. 

Small trails of steam curl off the searing neon pink glow of her tattoo as Reyna summons another leer to blind the enemy dummies before shooting them all down with a horrifyingly accurate precision. 

But when she goes for another leer summoning, her arm cramps up, her wrist pulling down. Reyna’s face pinches up, the slightest expression of pain coming onto her features as she pulls her arm into herself. Before you can even attempt to shut anything down, Reyna tries once more, and this proves to be a fatal error on her part. 

Pink light lashes up her arms, fracturing away from her tattoos and into her skin like the veins of her blood rushing through her body. It continues all the way up to her neck, to her face, where her once luminescent pink irises have now turned into a full-bodied glow, the same way her eyes are when Reyna is knee deep into her Empress mode. 

The determination burns in her body like a wild-fire. She stumbles, but still, she raises her gun to shoot more dummies that spawn from the projectors with only one hand, bodying the full weight of the recoil from the Vandal. The tips of her fingers grow translucent, a wave of pinkish light cascading through her body in undulations, like she’s trying to go invisible but can’t bring herself to do it fully. The only way you know she isn’t doing it herself is the way her entire face is screaming in pain. 

Enough is enough. 

You slam the button to turn off the Danger Room’s current protocol, prompting the simulation to fade away in an instant. You step out of the control room and walk over, just in time for Reyna to drop the gun and for her to stumble into you. 

“I’ve got you,” you say, an etching of surprise in your words because Reyna’s skin feels closer to fire than anything else. With her weight completely on yours, you lower her to the ground and into your lap. “I’ve got you.” 

You’ve never seen the Empress struggle like this before. Her Radiance bleeding through completely, moving over her body in ways. Her tattoos are bright, as are her eyes, but her body is trying to enshrine itself in translucent darkness. Trying to being the key words here. You rack your brain for any possible solutions, and you can only come up with one. 

You know she’s got a pair of sharp teeth in there. 

“Take it,” you say, holding out your forearm to her. “I know you need to, just take as much as you need.” 

Reyna’s eyes flicker to yours (or do they? It’s hard to tell). “Can’t— I’ll take—” her nails dig into your skin. “Too much.” 

“I know how to stop you if you do, just please take it.” 

That’s seemingly all the permission she needs. 

Her other hand grips your forearm, nails breaking the skin with ease. You hiss at the puncturing, at the blood that starts to leak. Reyna inhales, fumes rising from your skin and rushing into her nostrils. Parts of your soul, you realize, as you feel a faint fogginess build in the distance. Yet, your focus is solely on the woman in your lap, as she feeds from you. 

Her body materializes slowly, the shimmering bits fading away. The light flaring in her veins recedes, and the tattoos radiant glow calms into their natural resting state of black. Finally, her eyes return to normal, as normal as a glowing pink iris could be. 

And still, she feeds. 

Knowing when enough is enough, you push her head back with your other hand, breaking the tethering enough to pull your other arm free. Adjusting her so that she’s laying on her back, you hover over her with a smile. 

“Someone needed to eat,” you remark, prompting Reyna to snort. 

She stares at the ceiling for a few moments, and you simply rest your hand over her heart, feeling the organ pound away. After some time, Reyna looks at you. 

“Thank you, cariño,” she says. “I see now I should’ve taken more time to rest after my mission yesterday.” 

“Maybe. But you’re forgiven. As long as you come with me to the break room to grab some food,” you say, holding out your pinky finger. Reyna glances at it, and though you see the way she almost calls you childish for it, she locks her pinky with yours. You grin. “Good. Now come on.” 

SAGE

The infirmary feels far more cold than you’re used to it being. It’s a space always kept warm, but not sweltering, especially during the colder months of the year where some of the agents can be more temperature prone (like poor Neon, so used to the weather of the Philippines, compared to Sova, who goes on runs in shorts in the winter without breaking a sweat). 

So you’re a little concerned when you see some frost on the ground where frost shouldn’t be. 

“Sage?” You glance around the space, and when you don’t see her, you step over the frost and further into the infirmary. It’s an L-shaped space; when you turn the bend, you see the healer sitting on one of the beds, her back turned to you. You exhale. “There you are. Must’ve not heard me when I come in. There’s a bunch of ice on the ground, I think the AC unit is— oh.” 

Upon coming closer, you realize why Sage hadn’t moved. 

Her arms rest in her lap, bent at the elbow, and iced over with a teal sheen. You can hardly see the movement of her breathing, her eyes unfocused. You frown; you’ve seen this before, but never to this scale, where the ice is crawling down her forearms and up to her elbows. Sage’s radiance is overflowing, too much of it happening all at once. 

Moving quickly, you turn up the heating in the room before gathering some blankets from a cupboard. Returning to Sage, you wrap a blanket around her shoulders. Her skin is icy to the touch, and when you cup her face, it takes a moment for her to register your presence. 

“There you are,” you whisper softly when Sage’s deep brown eyes find yours. “I’m right here. Let’s get you warmed up and get this ice off your hands.” 

You sit down beside her on the bed, moving one of her hands into your lap. Examining it, you see that the ice from her radiant abilities has created a later over her hands. She must’ve been overworking herself, healing too much. Sage is the go-to person on base for when someone is hurt, but even she crumbles. 

Pressing on her forearm, you crack the ice. It’s thick, but not nearly impenetrable. It flakes off with the pressure and it falls to the ground. You rub circles on her forearms, hoping to bring sensation back to her skin as you work up to her fingers. 

As you do, Sage leans her head onto your shoulder. You turn and kiss her forehead.

“I’m right here. You’ll be okay,” you say, pulling her thumb to crack the ice at the base. You pull it off before working the rest of the way around her palm. Little by little, you chip away until her arm is freed. You wrap it up in the blanket before working on the next one, starting the same process over again until, at long last, both of her arms are freed from her own ice. 

You bundle her up in thick blankets until nothing but Sage’s head is exposed. The color has returned to her cheeks and you stroke her hair gently. 

“How are you feeling?” You ask. Sage takes a long inhale. 

“Better. Thank you,” Sage answers, pulling the blankets tighter. “I always do seem to forget how uncomfortable it is to experience that.” 

“Radiance burnout is no joke. I’m glad I was here to stop it before it got worse,” you reply, recalling the time you’d seen Sage’s entire body freeze over. That wasn’t a pleasant experience, and it isn’t one you wish to relive anytime soon. You lean down and kiss her cheek. “Please call me or one of the others if you feel close to burnout again. There are so many of us here to help you.” 

Sage, a woman with so much responsibility on her shoulders, doesn’t seem keen on the idea. Yet, she nods in agreement anyway. And frankly, given her stubbornness, it’s all you can ask for. You shift on the bed, snuggling her to provide warmth for as long as she needs. 

The world can wait. 

~~~~~ A/N: to knockout anon, i'm sorry this took a while! life got in the way, but i hope you like this <3