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always-just-red · 2 months ago

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Just found your blog yesterday and read Onychinus' Finest. I've been STARVED of Kieran and Luke fics, not enough people appreciate them, so I come with a request! (Most of what I'll say is totally optional. I believe in the author's creative vision overall so if something doesn't fit feel free to change and adapt whatever you'd like.)

Either hunter or assassin MC, where they're at a mission, and they're ambushed. One of the twins gets hurt protecting her, maybe even taken, and she just goes on a rampage to get him back. They've never quite seen her so protective and yet so vengeful. She might go by herself? When Sylus wants to plan ahead properly since his own miscalculations lead them to get attacked in the first place. The twins are loyal to him, the other brother won't go without his permission despise his brother being missing or hurt. I'm just picturing her finding a broken mask, half of it missing (she's never seen their faces before.)

Happy ending. 🥺 Just fluffy you know? I want the twins melting into her, one with gratitude for finding his brother and the other just with disbelief and affection that she's do all this for him.

Special mention to any heads on her lap like overgrown puppies, just holding her close. They're sweet boys I think, especially if their guard and masks are finally down.

You can take this as platonic or romantic, she could be with Sylus and still have grown to really care and look out for the twins, or she could love them. (I don't know which ones angstier)

Thank you for even considering this even if you decide it's not worth your time!

AAAAAAA HEY!! You had such a vision for this and it was so fun to work with-- I hope it's everything you imagined! You've always been so so so supportive and kind, so I low-key went all-out on this, that's half the reason it took so long. 😭😭 Think this is my longest fic so far oh my gosh? Love it though, all the action scenes took me RIGHT back to my Assassin's Creed fanfic writing days haha Anyway! This is set in the same canon as the last fic because I loved that dynamic ngl. Not a direct sequel though!

Beneath The Mask

Luke and Kieran x Reader 🎭

Summary: Sylus and Kieran are useless, as always, so you take matters into your own hands

Genre: angst + fluff + ACTION!! *karate chops*

Warnings/Additional tags: f!reader, nonMC!reader, platonic Sylus x reader, swearing, descriptions of violence, injury, broken bones, killing (don't @ reader, she wants her man back!!), but also some humour 😌

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Disclaimer: Characters belong to Love and Deepspace. All work is my own, so please don't repost or plagiarise!

Sometimes, you think you’re the only member of Onychinus who isn’t completely out of their mind.

You’d think it was Sylus, your indomitable leader. Smiles-with-a-knife-at-his-throat Sylus. Has-the-situation-completely-in-hand Sylus. It used to inspire you: that crimson gaze of his, always alight with a fire that’s never, ever, quite out of control.

How does he do it? You’d wonder in awe, like a wide-eyed child enthralled by a magic trick.

How does he do it? You’re wiser, now. You know it’s a lie, now, but you still can’t see through it. It’s driving you mad.

You watch as the man works away at a large, glass monitor, his fingers gliding across the screen with their usual grace. You get glimpses: names, faces, contacts. He’s testing the cords of his network— an intricate web— and he’s hoping someone’s caught something he can sink his teeth into.

He’s been at this for two hours, ever since you dragged yourselves back here with your tails between your legs. There’s a gash on his forehead that hasn’t yet healed, and the blood is still drying, dark on his face. Has he thought to heal it? Or— there’s a smudge on his finger— does he like his guilt a little warmer to the touch?

“We need an order, boss,” you seethe, because you’re tired of standing beside him, unacknowledged.

“You have your order.” He types out a message. Dismisses another. “Wait.”

“I meant an order that isn’t complete bullshit.”

He shoots you a glance, his eyes embers of warning. “Careful, sweetie. You forget yourself.”

Your fists ball. “Oh, spare me.”

“What would you have me do?” he mutters, gaze returning to the screen. He isn’t rising to the challenge, or should you say— stooping to it. He’s so goddamn noble.

“They have Luke, Sylus.”

“I know.”

“So let’s fucking do something! Let’s go back, let’s get him. They caught us off-guard last time, that’s all. They got their hands on some Ever tech, so what? We know that, now. They don’t stand a chance if we just—”

“Charge in there, guns blazing?” Sylus finishes for you, lips curled in derision.

It sounds stupid out loud, and he wants you to hear it. You do; you don’t care. “We don’t need all of this,” you beseech, your hand waving over the monitor. “We have you, boss.”

“Me?” he chuckles, and it’s so, so bitter.

Is that the guilt you’ve been looking for? It isn’t enough. His eyes are still pools of calm— spilt blood, unreciprocated. How does he do it?

“We have to do something,” you say limply. “Please, I can’t… I can’t do this, Sylus. All this nothing. Tell me what to do. I’ll go back alone if I have to. Just say the word and I’ll—”

“Look at this,” he interrupts, stepping away from the screen so that you can take his place before it.

It’s an order, even if it isn’t the one you want. You roll your eyes as you obey, and you begin to scour the intel he’s gathered. Eyewitness accounts, rumours, surveillance footage— some courtesy of Mephisto— and it’s all centred around two things. One: the aspiring new gang you’d set out to dismantle earlier, and two: a link to Ever. A solid link to Ever.

“They didn’t steal Ever’s tech,” you release on a sigh of understanding. “They’re working together.”

“Mmm.” Sylus’s hand clears the screen before you. “We should have known. I should have known.”

Your mind is so caught-up by the revelation that you almost miss the confession.

“This was my mistake,” he continues, watching you. “And you are all my responsibility. Believe me…” He taps the screen and live surveillance footage springs up: an outside view of the compound you’d raided earlier. “I want to burn that place to the ground as much as you do.”

But… “No collateral damage,” you murmur, eyeing the guards on patrol.

“No collateral damage,” Sylus nods. “Do you trust me?”

“I trust you, boss.”

And maybe he is burning with just as much anger. Maybe the fear is making his heart drum, and the guilt making his skin crawl. It’s the same, old trick, isn’t it? Done to death:

The mask without a mask— just where does he hide all that?

Maybe he doesn’t.

There’s only so much faith you can have in something you can’t see.

…

Clink.

You slot a bullet into the magazine of your pistol, then follow it up with another. Clink. Then another. Clink. You’ve never relished this quiet— not like Sylus does. To him it’s an art. To you: a chore. You glance about the armoury, and you’ve never resented your shelves of options quite like this before. Antiques. Prototypes. So many means of dealing death.

You’ve never seen the beauty in it, but a shot through the heart means something different to Sylus than it does to the rest of you. It can be intimate. Symbolic. He can die for something, someone, and he can do it over, and over, and over again. How poetic.

You holster your loaded weapon, then reach for another.

“What’re you doing?”

The voice makes you jump. “Gods, Kieran. You want a bullet through your head?”

“No.” He misses the meaning of your words. “Why— wanna shoot me?”

“Right now?” you ask cynically.

He laughs like he hasn’t got a care in the world. Liar. You’ve finished loading the second gun so you slide it across the table to him wordlessly. The beak of his mask lowers as he regards it; he doesn’t pick it up.

“You’re being weird,” he says after a moment. “It’s cool. I like it.”

You roll your eyes, wandering over to a rack of weapon attachments. There are different sights. Silencers. (Is that how you want to play this? Quiet?) “I’m going back for Luke,” you state as you muse it over. “You want in, or not?”

The rest is implied: Sylus doesn’t know. He isn’t coming. All of that’s evident from the fact that you’re here, rifling through his precious collection, and not ensnared in the tendrils of his Evol somewhere. A toddler could connect the dots. Kieran will get there. Give him a minute.

It takes half a minute. “I’m sorry,” he mumbles. An ambiguous apology.

“It’s fine, Kieran.” He was never going to come with you. “I can do this alone. I can—”

A weight lands on you, tackling you into the weapons rack, and you land on the floor amongst the attachments you’d just been perusing so calmly. The weight stays on you, pinning you: hands are on your wrists, twisting you around. “Kieran!” you protest.

The man pulls away, leaving you slumped in your new, uncomfortable seat.

“Wha—” You try to stand up but you’re jolted back; your wrist is fixed to something. You turn your head, eyes widening as they fall on the pair of handcuffs you’ve been restrained with. They’re padded— lined with a soft, velvety material. “Where the hell did you get these?”

“Boss’s room. Luke and I had a bet,” Kieran shrugs, now towering over you.

“You win?”

“Heh. Yeah.”

You’re still trying to squeeze your hand out of the cuffs. You pry at them. Twist and wriggle your fingers— none of it’s any use. You glance up at Kieran, admitting defeat with a sigh. He brushes his hands together in a ‘job well done’ sort of gesture, his eyes fixed on you, well— you have to imagine they are.

Instead of windows to the soul you’re faced with red-glass imitations, impossible to read, and you’re tired of all the guessing.

“How do you do it?” you ask with a quiet desperation. “How do you act like everything’s fine?”

“Boss will come up with a plan,” the twin says simply, like he hasn’t really thought about it.

“And what if it takes too long? What if we’re too late? I mean… think of all the shit he knows, Kieran. Everything about us, about boss— it’s priceless. Do you really think they’re holding back?”

Kieran huffs. “You worried he’ll snitch or something?”

“I’m worried they’re hurting him!” you snap. “What the hell is wrong with you!? He’s your brother! He could be dead and you’re acting like, like..”

Your voice trails off as you gaze up at him hopelessly. There’s nothing to see— no tension in his body, no harsher rise and fall to his chest, betraying a nervous, racing heart. All the usual signs are missing. He isn’t shifting on his feet like he does when he’s anxious. Is he that good at pretending, or…

Does he really not care?

You shake your head, looking down at the floor; you’re so sick of red eyes. He’s crazy. Sylus is crazy.

There’s nothing for it, then.

“You know what?” you chuckle dryly, under your breath. “Maybe you’re right. This isn’t all bad, I mean… when’s the last time you and I had any one-to-one time, huh?”

Kieran is silent. He lowers himself slowly until he’s crouched before you— forearms resting on his knees. His head tilts inquisitively: Go on.

“Maybe,” you lilt, “this is an opportunity.” You’re practically whispering, and the man leans in, not wanting to miss a word. Your free hand reaches for a horn of his hood and you use it to pull him closer; he doesn’t even resist. “How about we…” you speak into his ear, “go look through Luke’s stuff?”

Kieran draws back, those false eyes meeting yours with an intensity that makes you think, for a second, that you’ve gone too far.

“You’re the best,” he breathes out, suddenly fiddling with the handcuffs, slotting the key into the lock. “Just… the absolute best.”

Got him.

The cuff springs open and you’re on top of him, tackling him to the ground and pinning his arms by the side of his head before he can think to stop you. “Oh,” he grumbles, going still beneath you, and it sounds like his eyes are narrowing, “you’re not the best. You’re sneaky.”

His compliance lasts all of a second, and then he’s fighting back— using his strength to throw you off balance and wrench his wrists free. He rolls on top of you, trapping you just as effectively as you’d done him, and he laughs like a child, having ever so much fun.

With a grunt of effort, you manage to push him aside. You turn onto your stomach, scrabbling away as you look for space, opportunity, and— if you’re being honest— something you can throw at him. A hand connects with your shoulder and you thrust your elbow backwards on instinct. It hits something hard.

“Ah, shit! Wait, wait, wait… time out.”

You freeze instantly.

Kieran’s voice is different; it’s acquired a clarity that tells you his mask his away from his face. Don’t move. You stare down at the floor with a patience that’s almost sacred. He’s taking a while, though…

“You ok?” you ask.

“Yeah.” His voice is different again, like he’s holding his nose. “Nosebleed.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

“It’s cool.”

You sit up with your legs crossed while you wait, but your eyes are still trained downwards. You can hear Kieran’s breath, a little ways behind you— so much clearer without the mask— and the intimacy is always sobering. Realising he’s vulnerable, knowable, and all you have to do is turn around.

He doesn’t rush, though: doesn’t scramble to pull the mask back down, or insist you keep looking away. The silence, the stillness— all of it is trust.

There’s movement in the corner of your eye; he’s set the mask down on the ground while he bleeds.

“I’m worried too,” he admits softly, and you’re not sure what’s more foreign: his voice, unhindered, or the honesty it carries. You don’t want to scare either away, so you do nothing. There’s more: “I can’t leave boss, though. Who else has he got?”

“The hunter?”

“Nah,” he dismisses. “She’s hot stuff, y’know? A lot of players in that game.” He taps at his mask idly. “Heard one of them’s a doctor.”

You’re quiet again. Thinking.

“Boss always has our back,” Kieran asserts. “We have to look out for him too… That’s the job, right?”

He’s not really asking you; you came to this late, after all. It was their job long before it was yours.

You’ve nothing to do but look at your hands and listen, biding your time. The passing seconds are still restless, useless, but the sensation slips when you feel hands on your waist, pulling you back. Kieran’s arms wrap around you. His chin settles on your shoulder, and you close your eyes.

“Stay,” he says. “Please?”

His pain is harder to sit with than your own. Minutes ago, this was something you wanted. Now it’s just another wound you don’t know how to stitch up; too deep, too late.

You let your head rest against his, but you don’t say a word.

…

This was easier when you were relying on Mephisto’s guidance and not hazy, disjointed memories. The last time you were here you were running, Kieran at your side and Sylus not far ahead. You weren’t thinking about what corners you turned or what directions you travelled; you were thinking about everything behind you. Shouts. Gunshots. The subtler rush of your leader’s Evol, still crackling, still faltering, courtesy of whatever technology your attackers had managed to appropriate.

It all happened so quickly.

Every corridor feels longer, now. Each moment— slow. Your body is aching. You’ve lost count of how many encounters you’ve had, but there’s a new bruise or scrape for every body in your wake. None of it has been easy. You ran out of bullets just getting inside this damn place, and the rest has been messier: up-close and personal.

You’re catching your breath, so you toe the rifle of your last adversary, lying a short way from their limp, open hand. They never got a chance to use it, and you were lucky; it would have been loud. Every guard in this run-down labyrinth is looking for you. The last thing you need is to send out a homing beacon.

Glance around. Try to work out your bearings.

This was once a police station. Old-world. Eroded beyond recognition, almost. These places were the first to fall victim to the backwards evolution of the N109 Zone. The bones are the same, but the skin is different. Every wall is scrawled with anti-Association sentiments.

It makes you smile, despite everything.

Your footsteps are deliberately quiet as you carry on down the corridor, turning into the next room— you’ve been tackling them one-by-one. There’s a narrower corridor before the room opens out, and then…

Cells.

A short line of them— five in total. Your heart wants to beat faster with hope, but your mind is holding it back: insisting this is wrong. It seems abandoned. Forgotten. You walk by the first cell, and then the second. Nothing. The third. Nothing.

There’s a sound behind you, and you almost don’t hear it. You spin, only to find a hand wrapped around your throat, tight and unforgiving. A guard thrusts you up against the red-brick column that divides two cells, and you’d cry out in pain, but there’s no breath to carry it. Your eyes water. You try to prise the hand away, and it’s desperation that possesses you— not skill or experience.

You kick out and hit nothing, but the second time, you catch the man’s shin. He shouts, his grip failing just enough for you to slip your fingers beneath his. A few seconds of advantage. You grasp his wrist, using your other hand to wrench his forefinger backwards— crack. He staggers with a cry and then you’re dodging his frenzied attempts to recapture you: weaving behind him, seizing the back of his neck. Your foot trips his. He’s teetering, off-balance, and you use the momentum to crash his head against a bar of the cell.

Metal rings out. Flesh splits.

The guard crumples at your feet and you almost go down with him. Your lungs are pulling for so much air that it makes your throat sting. Adrenaline laps your limbs, celebrating in sheer, ecstatic disbelief; you’re alive.

Someone wolf-whistles and you swear you feel everything stop.

Your gaze shoots up, lit by hope, but it’s quickly snuffed out. A young man is watching you from the fourth cell, his arms threaded through the bars. There’s a shameless grin as his eyes flit over you. All of you.

“Fuck off,” you sneer as you step over the guard. You turn to leave.

“Rude.”

Your eyes go wide. You spin back. “Luke?”

The man cocks his head like you’ve asked a trick question. “... Yeah?” It takes a drawn-out moment of you staring at him, motionless, for him to recognise your confusion. “Oh, right. Here—” he draws up his hood and the horns are missing, so he emulates them with pointed fingers— “this help?”

You lunge forwards, trapping him in a hug through the bars of his cell; you barely notice the separation. He chuckles as he hugs you back: “Miss me?”

“Yeah,” you exhale in relief, even though he was definitely setting you up for a joke. You break away from him, forcing yourself to look at anything but his face. Gods, his face. Pretend you don’t already want to look again. “Are you hurt?” you ask. “Did they—”

“Nope!” he interrupts with what sounds like a smile. “I told them everything.”

You glance up; you can’t help it.

He winks at you. “I lied. Glad you got here before they figured that out, though. Sheesh, that would not have been fun.” His hands wrap around the bars. “Can you get me out of here?” He tugs at them. “Pleeease?”

Right. “Yeah.” You glance around. You just need to find the—

“Key’s with the dead guy,” Luke says. “What a jerk, huh?”

It still feels like there are hands on your throat. “Totally.” You wander over to the body, bending down to rummage through the man’s pockets. After a brief search, you produce the key.

Luke slow claps. “My hero.”

You laugh softly as you return to the cell, unlocking the door and pushing it open. The twin strides through, giving a little bow as he passes, then stretches his arms like he’s just been set free from a much smaller cage.

“So…” He speaks in a sing-song sort of voice, sniffing the air like it’s sweeter. “Where’re boss and Kieran?”

“Um. Home?”

Luke narrows his eyes at you— vaguely resembling the slits of his missing mask. “You went rogue?”

You wince. “I did go rogue.”

You’re still being studied warily. Luke has raised an eyebrow and it’s so starkly expressive; is this a look he gives you often? You have a feeling it is. Then he shrugs and it’s gone. “That’s hot,” he quips. He crouches down beside the dead guard, lifting the body and puppeteering one of the arms to wave at you. “Look— this is gonna be you when boss finds out.”

You cross your arms. Luke laughs, dropping the man back down with a thud. “Just you and me then?” he clarifies, holding a hand out to you.

Are you supposed to know what to do with it? “You and me,” you confirm. Your hand goes out too.

Luke slaps it gently one way, then another. He entangles your fingers. Pulls back. Does a few more slaps in sporadic directions, and— is this a secret handshake? You don’t have a secret handshake.

“Nice,” he beams once the ritual is complete. “Let’s go, let's go!”

…

Luke is hanging close to the wall across from you, waiting— listening— as you both brace yourselves behind the turn of yet another corridor of the rival base. He sneaks glances around the corner.

“Anyone there?” you whisper.

He shakes his head, but he doesn’t look at you. He doesn’t press on, either, because it’s odd; you’d both thought you’d heard something. This isn’t your usual strategy— playing it safe. You don’t think you’ve ever seen Luke err on the side of caution, but he’s concentrating, even closing his eyes so he can listen harder.

You take advantage of the moment in a way you shouldn’t: letting your gaze linger on his face. Even with his hood up— shadows lowered like a veil— he’s still a stranger to you. You want to know him; you know him already. He’s been smiling at your jokes forever, but tell him one now, and it’ll be the first time.

His eyes open, meeting yours. Could he sense you watching? He grins, poking his tongue out at you.

“Stop it.”

“You stop it,” he retorts. The coast must be clear, for he comes away from the wall and rounds the corner with a spring in his gait.

You sigh as you stand to follow him. One less-enthusiastic step forward, and something snakes around your ankle. Your gaze drops like a stone, but it isn’t fast enough. You’re hauled into the air, voice failing, vision swimming as the world flips upside-down and you’re strung up from the ceiling. “Luke!” you manage in warning.

Are those his footsteps, coming back? You’re facing the wrong way and you try to lift the lower half of your body so you can reach for your ankle, but you’re already exhausted. Your muscles burn. After a few, futile inches, you give up, going limp.

There are footsteps behind you. “Oh, hey boss!” Luke exclaims.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

An unwitting pendulum: you can’t keep your body from turning, ever so slowly, until you’re staring the right way down the corridor. You can’t see much of it, though.

Sylus is in front of you, so close that you can almost feel the heat of his eyes.

“Hey, boss,” you echo reluctantly.

He says nothing, and behind him, Luke slides a gloating finger across his own throat: you’re dead! And you’re turning, still. Sylus lifts a hand to the top of your head and swivels you back to him. “What happened to that trust of yours, sweetie? Hmm?”

You half-laugh, nervous. He doesn’t seem quite as amused.

Releasing your head, he steps back with a huff of disappointment as you start a slow rotation once more. He taps a finger to his chin pensively, like you’re a masterpiece he’s convinced might be a forgery, now that he’s looking more closely. “Reckless little thing, aren’t you?” he tuts.

There’s maybe a smile, but it’s short-lived; the dark rope around your ankle whips you into the air. You shriek with shock as you lose all bearings, all vision, all sense of reality. You’re falling.

Someone catches you.

“My reckless little thing,” Luke grins, jostling you into a more secure position in his arms. “Mine.”

You want to protest, but your breath is gone.

“You can’t afford her,” Sylus speaks over his shoulder; he’s already taken the lead in guiding you out of here. Mephisto squawks somewhere up ahead, appearing in a cloud of smoke and feathers.

Luke gives a defensive hmph as he holds you a tighter. Then he smiles down at you, and though it’s new, you know it’s far from the first time, and even further from the last.

…

“Are we really doing this?” you ask Sylus sceptically.

“Lighten up, sweetie.” He clicks his fingers.

Not far from you, currently oblivious to your presence, Kieran stands at the door of your leader’s study, still waiting for an order. The air above him changes: it swirls with a dark, scarlet mist. Luke drops out of it, landing straight on his twin’s back.

“What the—” Kieran splutters, but his brother’s arms are over his shoulders, around his neck. “Get off!” he squeaks out.

“No way. I was a prisoner,” Luke chortles. “You have to be super nice to me. Carry me everywhere. Boss said so.”

“He did not!”

And with those words, Kieran flips his other half the rest of the way over his shoulder; Luke lands on the ground with an unceremonious splat. All four limbs are sprawled. “Ow!” he whines.

Sylus has already strode the rest of the way into the room. “Play nice,” he scolds as he steps over Luke, then passes by Kieran.

“Yes, boss!” they chime, stilling obediently as the older man disappears into his study. The moment the doors close behind him, Kieran throws himself down. He wrestles with Luke, both of them laughing and rolling around as they try to hurt each-other.

It makes you think of those old, vintage cartoons you used to see on TV. You can just picture the cloud of dust, the colourful stars and shapes flying with every traded punch. Idiots.

You leave them to it, slinging yourself down on a couch and closing your eyes. Gods, you want to sleep. There’s blood dried to your hands and face, but you’ll shower later. There are grazes and cuts still bleeding, but you’ll tend to them later. Everything can wait.

The room has gone quiet. Too quiet; you open your eyes.

Luke and Kieran stand in front of you ominously, their figures symmetrical. The illusion of reflection is broken by Luke’s absent mask, but his eyes are just as unreadable.

“What?” you cave.

“You went rogue,” Kieran states, and his brother is nodding gravely, like this is a very serious infraction.

You smile. “I did go rogue.” More shameless than last time. “I got a free pass, though. Luke said it was hot.”

Kieran’s mask turns to face his twin, slow and resentful. Luke shrugs. “What? It was.”

There’s an impasse: long enough to make you think they’re having some kind of secret discussion. Both twins look at you. You smile sheepishly. You don’t think you’ll ever really know the entirety of what goes on in those heads, but it’s for the best. You value your sanity.

“You went rogue,” Kieran carries on, as if his speech had never been interrupted, and his authority not just completely undercut. He moves closer, slinking down beside you, and Luke plays the part of his mirror image. “There will have to be a… punishment.”

The word is elongated for effect, and it’s remarkably similar to Kieran’s ‘ghost voice’— which you know, thanks to the time he roped you into that ‘the base is haunted!’ prank. (Sylus did not, in fact, fall for it.)

“Bring it,” you murmur, closing your eyes again. “I just stormed a whole enemy base single-handed. I think I can handle the two of—”

Your voice meanders to a stop as Kieran nuzzles against you. His mask is off; you feel the soft of his face and the bridge of his nose. His breath is light on your neck. You smile, slipping deeper into your seat and then his embrace as his arms go around you. He’s warm. Really warm.

There’s a weight— Luke’s head on your lap— and he hugs you too, arms lower around your waist. His breath tickles your stomach. You hum in contentment, running your hands through his hair.

He's safe. You're all safe.

They were never going to say thank you; it’s not in their nature. Their language isn't superficial. It isn’t words spoken aloud or feelings worn on the face— it can’t be. A smile is too easily read by the rest of the world, but a smile behind a mask? It’s private. Reserved only for those who’ve learnt to hear it in your voice, or see it in the way your body relaxes when you hold someone you care for.

A language of tiny, intimate details.

Kieran has never nestled his face quite so closely against you. You don’t think you’ve ever known Luke go so long without talking.

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a66-1 · 9 months ago

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I NEED DRUNK SIMON DRABBLE OR SMTH ALL OKAY BUT I NEED DRUNK SIMON AAAAAAA

thx in advance 😈

(btw ur rules and regulations link isn’t working)

- HalloHello

thank you king for the idea and for the heads up

I accidentally privated the post so it'll be working right after this.

ANYWAYS

Drunk! Simon x Not so drunk! Reader

TW: Very drunk Simon. I think that's it

A/N: fangirling really hard rn

semi-proofread

You stayed up a little later becasue Simon said he'd be home soon, on a little drinking night with his buddies. He's usually good with controlling himself while drinking, but after missions? Man gets shitfaced and is all hugs and kisses and I love yous.

He's a sweetheart when drunk. Not to say he's not always a sweetheart, but when he has no inhibitions and is actually calm and not tense, he's a big old baby. His inner child really plays out.

You hear Gaz pull into your driveway, as he's usually the designated driver for the after mission drinks. You open your door to say hi to Simon but..

You see Gaz get out of the car with Simon. You open your door, waving. Simon doesn't wave back, and Gaz laughes quickly. He brings him up to the steps, and helps Simon walk up the stairs to your front door.

"Hey, darling. I'm handing you your.. Uh.. Very... Drunk boyfriend." Gaz holds back a hard laugh when Simon, his big self, stumbles forward to lean half his weight on you. You support yourself on the door confused.

"How-What-When--" You look for words but they fail you. Gaz shrugs.

"Even we don't know. Johnny told him to slow down, but.." Gaz gestures to the mess Simon is, and tips his head.

"Don't mean to leave you with him, but I got to drop off Price. Just.. Update me, yeah? I don't know why he'd drink so much," Gaz gives you a nice smile, and walks back to his car to drive off. You take Simon's hand, and try to lead him in. Simon laughs softly, a laugh you rarely hear, and he kisses your face a few times.

He gets in the house, just to crumple to the entrys mudroom seat, and leans back back into some of his own work shoes.

"Oh my, ya'... Y'r such a sore for sight eyes.." He mumbles. You tilt your head, in an 'excuse me' motion. He shakes his head, before trying to stand, and falling back.

"No no, love, a-a sight for sore eyes.. Yea' a sight.." He sighs, "I wish I had a girlfriend tha' wa-was like ya'.."

You snicker, covering your mouth. You manage to get him to the couch, and then your bed, taking off his sweaty shirt and changing his jeans to PJ pants.

"'F I ev'r 'ad a girl, 'd wan' her like ya'.." His words seemed to decline in coherence as he got more tired. You nodded slightly, smiling crookedly.

"Like me, you say? Why's that?" You kiss his temple, and he smiles warmly. His smile is the prettiest you've seen, and you love when he's even slightly drunk because he flashes it so much more.

"'M safe with ya'.. Why wouldn't I wan' a girl like ya'," he smiles, and takes your hand, and holds it.. Like a baby. His big ass hand is wrapped around your thumb.

You softly rub his scalp, as he moves himself onto your chest. You have the TV playing, watching your favorite show. Simon is mumbling.. Something, your sure, but he's just putty in your hands. Imagine: a big burly man, drunk, and infatuated in his girlfriend (but he apparently doesn't know) like a small school boy. It's adorable seeing him defenseless for once, relaxed shoulders, and his gaze is just as strong as he gazes up at you. You peck his forehead, and rub the bridge of his previously broken nose.

"Hey, Si, guess what?" You smile softly, your hand holding his jaw. He hums and tilts his head. "Did you know that I'm actually your girlfriend?"

He stares dumbfounded for a moment, before shaking his head.

"Can't be, mm... Y'r too pretty for me." He kisses your palm, and smiles.

"I promise. 2 years strong, honey." You kiss his lips softly, smiling at his cluelessness. His hands grip the sides of your shirt, looking up at you. He doesn't believe you, crazily, he's still got his insecurities.

"No no, ya'... Ya' shouldn't be.. Wasting Y'r time.." You shush him with another kiss, before his head falls onto his chest. He sighs.

"Wasting my time? Si, honey, I love spending my time on you." You kiss the crown of his head, and scratch his head. He mumbles more incoherent thoughts. He's lights out very quickly, and you follow suit a few minutes later.

The morning comes, and so does a very hungover Simon. He groans, sitting up, and wiping his jaw harshly. You were awake, on your phone when you feel him shift.

"Oh, hey baby." You smiled, and out your phone down. He groans, and nuzzles into your neck, complaining about how his head hurts.

"I know, I know. I got some advil for you." You grab the bottle from the side table, and feed him 2.

"God.. I'm.. Was I..?" He rubs his eyes and gives up, seeking comfort in your arms. Your rub his head some more, and move your fingers to rub his temples.

"You gotta stop drinking so hard, baby." You whisper, "I know you don't do it often, but.. Are the mornings worth it?"

He nods, to your surprise, and leans into your hands. "Mm.. Yeah.. It's worth it.. Cuz'.. Ya' rub my head and kiss me and.. Mm... Hug me.."

You kiss his head, and shake your own.

"Next time, just ask okay?" You get a nod as a response from him. He whispers a thank you into your neck, before drifting off to sleep until 1, like usual.

ahh this was so cute to write and I fell asleep writing it so. thats why I'm posting it in the morning.

by babes!!

-a661

#simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost x you #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon fluff #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley #simon riley call of duty #cod x reader #ghost cod #call of duty #cod mw2 #cod #a66-1 #a66-1 asks

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primarisly-marooned · 2 months ago

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first time posting a fic in this fandom aaaaaaa

warnings: none (but let me know if you think i should put something)

pairing: Titus x F!Reader

possible part one!

summary: Newly returned, and now Lieutenant, Titus finds himself adrift in his once home. In his wanderings as he struggles to find himself, he finds you.

tagging @vyzz-undercover @moodymisty and @beckyninja bc their writing got me into this fandom plz let me know if it was ok to tag you guys

bang bang

He had found you deep within the barge tending to some ancient mural. You were kneeling on the frigid ground, bent over and nearly touching the wall with your nose. Various paints and chemicals and tools lay scattered around in disorganized piles, a chaos only you understood to how they lay. It was an endless job, something that your family has been doing for generations. These murals were dusty and covered in layers of grime, splashes of what you're sure was once blood (human or not you remain uncertain), and chipped paint you'll have to color match once the wall is cleaned.

You had been here for hours already, having started just as the day shift ended and your fellow serfs went to their dorms, when you first heard him.

Normally nothing disturbed your work, having a preference for working during the simulated night cycle for that very reason. And this deep in the twisting halls it was rare to see anyone anyway. Much less one of the Emperor's Angels.

It was his footsteps that alerted you that you weren't alone, slow and heavy like a war drum. Boom, boom, boom. Your heart raced in surprised fear, never before had an Astartes traveled this deep within the ship in your memory.

You had never even met one before, but you knew the protocol. Scrambling upright on aching knees, back protesting as your joints crackled, you struggled to straighted your robe, internally lamenting that it wasn't even one of your cleaner ones.

His footsteps drew closer as you press your back against the wall, the frayed edges of you hood drawn down over your eyes, hands clasped in front of you as you dropped into a deep curtsey.

"My lord," you murmur hoarsely when you can see his shining ceramite boots at the edge of you vision. You haven't spoken for days, and your throat burns.

His steps pause in front of you and his gaze is like a heavy weight branding you with his attention. You freeze, thighs burning, when you see a massive gauntlet slowly reach past your head and touch the wall behind you.

The scrape of metal against the stone sounds like what you imagine artillery fire to sound like.

You're trembling now, legs shaking from holding your pose and you pray the Lord doesn't notice.

Then he spoke.

"I remember these battles told as stories when I was a boy." His voice is low, very nearly rumbling through you, shaking the air from your lungs. "You are restoring them."

It wasn't a question, but your mouth opened before your brain could catch up. "Y-yes, my Lord," you cough as discreetly as you could, throat clicking as you swallow. How long had it been since you had water? "It is my holy task to keep our great history alive."

Your legs were going to collapse, your shaking definitely noticeable now.

He was quiet for a moment before he was moving again, the hand against the wall coming around to tuck under your chin. Your helpless to the movement, rising from your suplication at the cold touch to your face. But he continues to nudge your face up.

Your eyes trace the intricate filigree of his chest plate and gorget, the gold almost tarnished against the deep blue of the Ultramarines. It made your fingers itch to restore it briefly before you caught sight of the Angel's face.

His skin was pale and weathered, small scars marking many fights. His service studs gleamed in the flicker lights of your meager candles, hair almost black in the shadows.

Then you saw his eyes.

His eyes were such a deep and clear blue, like nothing you have ever seen before. Not even the image you had once seen of the Avenging Son could compare, an almost blasphemous thought that you banished from your mind.

But when you looked deeper, breath still in you lungs, you saw more than just his stoic expression. He looked almost... lost. There was a darkness in his gaze that held you in pinned you in place better than if you had been bolted to the wall. An angry sort of... dare you say it...

Lonely. He looked lonely. Perhaps that why he stopped?

You shake yourself free from your thoughts as the Astartes moves back out of your space, air rushing into your lungs and clearing the fog from your mind. "My lord?"

He looks a second longer at you before he glances back at the wall. "How long until it is fully restored?"

It was said harshly, but the softening of his mouth gentled it.

"I-It's hard to say, my Lord," it was getting more difficult to speak, your voice cracking every other word. "No longer than a few weeks."

He hummed in what you could only assume was consideration, nearly subvocal as it vibrated your brain in your skull. "Very well then." He glanced back down at you and tilted one corner of his mouth up. Your heart sped up at the sight. "I look forward to your finished work."

As he walked away, leaving you stunned, you only had one thought in your dazed mind.

How the fuck am I supposed to finish this in less than a month?

#wh40k #warhammer 40k #x reader #titus x reader #canon x oc #my writing

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anaconamor · 10 months ago

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something about dad!jude porfavorrrrr I need this in my life 😍😍😍 I feel like Jude would be such a good dad especially with a little girl. Aaaaaaa porfa haz esto

amorcito te quiero tanto, por eso te escribo este blurb para ti!! 😘 haven’t been okay since that pic with a little baby 😔💔

“look who it is ellie! it’s dada!” you say in a baby voice, jude walking in and immediately rushing to both of you. your daughter excitedly gasped and kicked her feet, anxious to be in her daddies hold. jude kisses her chubby cheeks and forehead, whispering just how much he missed her and you.

jude placed her on his side, his hand brushing your cheek and capturing your lips in an awaited kiss. just a couple days apart but it drive him crazy. he hated being away especially when the two of you were left alone. “how are you? was she okay?” he asked, walking into the kitchen hearing ellie blabbering.

“more than okay, she slept through all the nights, maybe woke up once or twice but overall she did so good,” you sighed, making a cup of tea for the two of you since it was late. you wore one of jude’s oversized tees and a pair of cookie monster oh shorts. jude finding it hard to be away, especially with his daughter along him.

he missed the two of you terribly. his thoughts constantly consumed at how you were doing? what you were up to? if you were okay? he was super protective and only wanted the best for his girls. “i missed you so much little one, tore my heart when i saw you crying when i left,” jude pouted before blowing raspberries in her neck and tummy, loud giggle taking over the room.

when jude had away games, he had to leave with his daughter clung into him, tears in her big brown eyes, repeatedly calling out for him as a sign to not go. it was always such a hard thing and he felt guilty leaving you with her in that state.

“did so good for mommy! that means i’ll buy you ice cream, new bows for your hair and a new toy,” he promises seeing her make an o shape with her mouth and looking at you in shock. the two of you copying her which made her squeal. “she is so big now,” jude said sadly, looking into his daughters eyes, ellie offering a toothy smile. “can you stay this tiny?”

you wrapped your hand around his bicep, kissing it before slowly rubbing away the food on ellie’s mouth, pushing her wet and already coated with products curls up. the night shower going to help her fall asleep, all through the night once again. ellie yawned, leaning her head on her daddies shoulder, tiny hand also coming up to lay beneath her her cheek.

jude rubbed his hand against her back, cooing her to sleep. he grabbed her milk and pouring into her disney princess themed bottle, also grabbing her binkie just incase. “you got it or want me to do it?” you ask him, also yawning due to how late it was. “i can do it, just wait for me in our room, i’ll be there soon,” he pecked your lips sealing the promise.

he walked into ellie’s room, turning on the air humidifier, and lamp in the corner of her room. changing her into a new diaper as she fought her sleep. jude sat on the rocking chair, ellie laying in his arms as he gave her the bottle and read a book quietly to her. it seemed like she wanted to stay up, but it was past her bedtime and she needed to sleep.

jude stood up after reading three books, rocking her gently and softly side to side, her binkie now in her mouth as she slowly fluttered her eyes to sleep. “you’re so beautiful ellie, i love you so much my sweet girl…” he sang and hummed the lullabies you sing to her when she was with you. kissing her cheeks and curls, once she finally fell asleep in his arms, grabbing the back of her head gently and placing her in the crib.

“shh, shh, shh, shh,” jude said softly, fixing her small pillow and covering her with a blanket, tucking her teddy bear next to her and the binkie as well. jude fixed the baby camera grabbing the charged screen and shutting the lights off. he put back the books and took the empty bottle with him as well. he closed the door to her room as quiet as possible, going downstairs to wash the bottle and coming back up immediately.

“i brought her a new one, just incase she does wake up at night,” jude said to you, placing the small bottle into the tiny fridge you had. “thank you handsome,” you spoke tiredly, wanting nothing more than to finally sleep. jude checked on ellie one more time through the baby monitor, seeing her sound asleep with her arms up.

“was she fussy?”

“nope not at all. she fought her sleep but that was all,” he said laying next to you, bringing yo to his side and kissing you deeply. “i want another baby,” jude pouted. you giggled, “i know you do… but i want to enjoy our time with ellie first, see her grow up and enjoy our time a bit before bringing another baby into our lives.”

“you’re such a good dad to her jude, she’s so lucky to have you, i’m so lucky to have you! but seeing you with our ellie it’s just so pure and a different love. you’re a natural, so loving, gentle, and you spoil her like crazy…” you whisper, making jude nervous and shy.

“a natural? really?”

“mhmm. it’s like you were made or were already ready for this dad life,” you nod kissing his jaw. “i love you y/n. i hope you know that making you my wife has been the most amazing decision ever. and make you a mommy as well,” jude teased, feeling the gently slap in his chest. “seriously, thank you for bringing and carrying my ellie to us…”

the next morning jude was up first, leaving a kiss on your head before grabbing the monitor and seeing ellie awake. jude smiled wide, making grabby hands at her when she grabbed onto the railings almost jumping in excitement. “good morning my sweet angel! how’d you sleep?” he kissed all over her face, pushing her coils back as she squealed loudly.

jude put the baby monitor to charge, walking downstairs to the kitchen and pouring her juice in a bottle. “let’s make you and mommy some breakfast okay?” jude said, still carrying her since she refused to be put down. he made coffee and cut up some fruit for ellie, siting her in her high chair.

he poured the coffee in the mugs, fixing the plate with eggs, fruit, utensils, syrup and small waffles in the breakfast stand. carding both his daughter and the food all the way upstairs. “go go go! go wake mommy up,” jude ushered, laughing at ellie crawling rapidly to you.

someone tugging on your hair woke you up, seeing your daughter clapping as she giggled. “hi good morning my silly ellie girl,” you kissed her head sitting up and rubbing your eyes. jude came to your side, rubbing your back with his hand and offering you coffee, “me and ellie made breakfast for you.”

“did you really? you helped daddy?” you praise her, ellie siting on your lap as you took a sip of coffee. jude say next to you, kissing you and whispering a good morning before feeding ellie some breakfast and her silly cup with juice.

“would exchange anything to spend my morning like this with my beautiful girls…”

#judey thoughts 5️⃣#jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham blurb

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bowandcurtsey · 2 years ago

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Aaaaaaa your requests are open!!!!

Can you please write headcanons for fue, nozel and william accidentally hitting their s/o HARD in their sleep?

HAHAHA this is so funny I love funny requests hehe (✿ﻌ✿)

yes my requests are finally open and I'm finally fufilling them hehehe, thank you for the request Anony!

Characters: Fuegoleon | Nozel | William x f! reader tw: unchecked works

Fuegoleon Vermillion

Fue was cuddling you from the back and out of nowhere you elbowed him REAL hard.

Man really felt the room spinning for a bit.

He stared at you, wondering if you were awake secretly and was pranking him but you were indeed sleeping.

He went to sleep again after awhile but he hugged you and your arms together, so you couldn't elbow him again

The next morning he asked, "did you had a dream last night love?"

You didn't remember shit, but you saw his face and went oh my god did you fall or something?

"You erm.. Elbowed me last night, honey."

"I did?? It's that bruise??" you were in disbelief yourself but you were extremely sorry and upset about it.

"it's okay honey, at least I know you can definitely self defend yourself if anyone attacks you from behind.." he patted your head.

Nozel Silva

He was soundly asleep when you smacked him in your sleep. And he jolted awake, mind in shock.

This royal was so annoyed and grumpy, he hated to be disturbed from his sleep.

He turned around and saw you soundly asleep, your hand was still on him, except that it glided to his chest now.

He took a deep breath to let all the angry emotions out. Then he cuddled you to sleep.

He was tired and slightly grumpy the next day, and you caressed him in the evening, asking him "did you not sleep well?"

He looked at you and pouted a little. He's extremely cute when he does that and he only did that in front of you.

"You hit me in the face last night, wifey."

You blinked at him for awhile and giggled, to his annoyance.

"where?"

He took your hand and showed you how and where you hit him.

You brushed aside his fringe and took a look at his face, "Thank god you still look as handsome as ever"

He started blushing a little, "don't do it again, it hurts a lot. I'll hold your hand to sleep from now on."

William Vangeance

He was resting on his off day while you were taking a nap beside him. Then you smacked him in his face, hard. His nose started bleeding.

"oh dear me." he mumbled to himself as he got out of bed to stop his bleeding.

He looked at you as he held the ice pack on his nose, your brows were still furrowing, so he patted you awake.

You stirred for awhile and woke up. You saw him holding a bag to his face and sprung up.

"What happened honey!"

"You.. hit me, love."

"Oh my god! I'm sorry I was having some dream and-"

"It's okay, he held your hand and squeezed it, are you okay?"

"Yes! I'm fine! I'm so sorry!!" you cooed over his face and he sat on the bed, letting you hold the ice pack for him while he lay in your arms.

You caressed his face, "thankfully your nose is still intact..."

he giggled a little, "my my, else I'll have to change my mask, don't I? or the nose area wouldn't fit."

"Is it painful still?"

"yeah, my wife is a strong lady."

#fuegoleon vermillion x reader #fuegoleon imagine #fuegoleon x reader #fuegoleon vermillion hc #nozel silva x reader #nozel imagine #nozel x reader #nozel silva hcs #william vangeance hcs #william vangeance fluff #william vangeance x reader #black clover headcanons #black clover imagine #black clover x reader #black clover scenarios #black clover fanfiction #black clover imagines

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nanarrrily · 8 months ago

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Period comfort w/ Choso !!

Contains: fluff, fem!reader, oneshot, period comfort, and idk

The rain tapped against the windowpane, a soothing rhythm that matched the ache in your abdomen. You curled up on the couch, clutching a hot water bottle to your stomach. Period cramps had a way of turning even the strongest sorcerers into vulnerable beings.

Choso sat across from you, his expression unreadable. As one of the Death Painting Wombs, he was familiar with pain both physical and emotional. But this was different. This was plain suffering—the kind that couldn’t be exorcised with curses or jujutsu.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice soft.

You managed a weak smile. “Yeah, just… cramps.”

He tilted his head, studying you. “Cramps?”

You nodded. “It’s a monthly thing. Women go through it.”

Choso’s eyes widened. “Women bleed?”

You laughed a bit. “Yeah, we do. It’s a natural process.”

He shifted closer, his hand hovering uncertainly. “Is there anything I can do?”

You hesitated, then nodded. “Actually, warmth helps. Can you… hold the hot water bottle against my stomach?”

Choso blinked, then reached for the bottle. His touch was surprisingly gentle as he pressed it to your abdomen. The warmth seeped through the fabric, easing the cramps.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

He sat there, watching you—the rain outside, the flickering candle on the coffee table. It was an intimate moment—the kind that transcended curses and bloodlines.

“You’re strong,” Choso said. “To endure this every month.”

You shrugged. “We adapt. It’s part of being human.”

He leaned closer, his breath warm against your cheek. “I wish I could take your pain away.”

And in that moment, as Choso held the hot water bottle to your stomach, you realized—he already had. Not with jujutsu or magic, but with empathy and kindness.

As the rain continued to fall, you closed your eyes, grateful for this unexpected comfort. And Choso—the half-human, half-cursed spirit became your comfort person in this living hell that is called periods. Authors Note: AAAAAAA REQUESTS ARE OPEN!! ONESHOTS, FF, IMAGINES, DRABBLES, (SMUT BUT NOTHING TOO TOO KINKY) THIS ALSO TOOK SO LONG.. ^.^

#jujutsu kaisen #choso kamo #choso x reader #jjk fluff #oneshot #period comfort #jjk #jjk x reader #fem reader #shorts #jjk oneshot

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kairiscorner · 1 year ago

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okay I don’t know if you know that one video of kim kardashian taking off her dress and asked pete davidson ‘babe, do you want to shower with me really quick?’ and then he just dropped his phone before following her like a little boy NOW imagine THAT with miguel🤭🤭

HELLO, ok so i only found out about it when you brought it to my attention, and LMAO...... mans is so down bad for her (like me for miggy <333) I REALLY LOVE THIS IDEA AAAAAAA I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS <3

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

babe, do you wanna shower with me real quick? — miguel o'hara x reader

summary: miguel has been focusing too much on work that you think he deserves to focus on something else, something much more worthwhile–those strings on the back of your dress, you believe, are better for him to focus on. word count: 557

you looked up at miguel who was tirelessly working on hunting down the location and coordinates of several anomalies and assigning units to track and take them down, but you wanted miguel to get off work now and let him be pampered by you. of course, he could never say no to his sweet little partner, his sweet little partner who was just excellent at tempting and swooning him every chance you got.

"miggyyyyy..." you called out for him from below as you slinked around his office, with him momentarily pausing his tapping and scrolling on the screens at the sound of your bewitching voice ringing throughout his ears. he tried his hardest to keep his concentration intact, but when it came to you... all focus would be put on you, and you alone.

"what is it, nena?" he asked you in a composed voice, one that tried not to sound too curious at your sudden arrival. you smiled, you knew he couldn't say no to your offer. you stepped closer towards miguel's platform as it slowly descended; he hadn't brought his platform down for anybody all day, not until you came and gave him a reason to with your arrival.

you waited until he turned around slightly to face you, and when he did, you began to toy with the strings on the back of your dress as you looked up at miguel. his mahogany brown eyes were focused now on your own gleaming ones as you smiled mischievously. "wanna... take a little break, mig?" you asked him in a sultry voice, which made miguel pause again for a little bit. you know he could never say no to you when you used that voice on him, you really were his little temptress.

miguel took in a small breath and resumed his work. "querida, i'm awfully busy right now." he said in such a nonchalant voice, but there was no fooling you–he just needed a small... push to say yes. you chuckled lightly at his excuse. "well then... guess you don't wanna shower with me, then." you teased as you pretended to be disappointed and looked down at the ground.

and at that moment, when miguel heard the words, 'shower with me,' he immediately tore his eyes away from the screens and hopped off the platform–his eyes wide and his lips apart slightly at your offer. he walked over to you in a slight hurry as he muttered, "ah, nevermind, then, someone else can take care of that. now, shall we?" he offered you as he placed his right hand on your shoulder, and his left index finger curled as he lightly ran it across your bare back.

you giggled at miguel folding for you all of a sudden and put your hand on his as you turned your head around to meet his gaze. "of course, miggy." you cooed to him as you pulled yourself away from his touch and teased him at the sight of you toying with the strings behind your dress that were the only things holding it up. forget the anomalies' coordinates, all miguel can focus on right now are those flimsy strings on your dress that he'd rather want to tear off of you.

such a tease, you are, and yet every time... he folds for you. every. damn. time.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @jrrantss @fictarian @yuridopted0 @fiannee @luvstarrstruck

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara fanfiction #atsv #atsv miguel #spiderman 2099 #atsv x reader #atsv x you #atsv x y/n #atsv imagines #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse imagines

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sandy-the-glader · 1 year ago

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Hi!! If it’s okay, can I please request an Adrian Chase x soft and innocent!fem!reader where they are coworkers at Fennel Fields, him being a busboy, and she is a waitress. The two of them have feelings for each other, Adrian just trying to get the confidence to ask her out. A group of guys come in every week are super loud, rude, and also make Y/n (who is taking their order) very uncomfortable, and when Y/n turns down their advances, they say some very mean things and make her cry. Adrian is absolutely FUMING, literally having to hold himself back from going at them right then and there, instead following her to the kitchen try to calm her down (in his own Adrian way), promising to “take care of it” . She 100% thinks he means kicking them out, but the group of men get a “visit” from Vigilante… the group “disappears” without a trace “, never to bother Y/n again.

Adrian softly kissing a very relieved Y/n when the men don’t return to the restaurant, she doesn’t know about Adrian’s Vigilante side nor does she know the fate of the group of men, but Adrian takes it as a compliment nonetheless

The Protector

Character: Adrian Chase x InnocentFem!Reader

Type: Fluff/Comfort, Angst

Length: 2.7k words

Summary: Request above!

Trope: Best friends to lovers, Co-workers to lovers

A/N: I have not done anything for Adrian in a while and I love him so much aaaaaaa! I bent the request ever so slightly. Also, let me know if I should make a part two of this but it’s Adrian’s POV 😉

"God that group is back." I hissed. "How do they always manage to get seated in my section?" Me and Adrian eyed them from the kitchen.

"I don't know but they never tip well either. I think all the tattoo ink got into their brains or something." Adrian glared at the noisy group. I smiled at his joke. He always lightened the mood and I was forever thankful for that.

"God it's twenty minutes until closing why do they always come in here late?" I grumbled folding my arms.

The group was dreadful and I have no idea how they haven't gotten in any section but mine yet. They've been showing up the past 3 weeks on Saturday nights and past close. Me and Adrian had plans ruined because of those guys. I've been working here for 1 year and a half (Adrian for longer) and I've never had a worse group of customers.

Usually, the worst is an old lady who asks for the manager when the food isn't exactly to her liking. Or a group of teenage boys who don't buy anything they just sit there and be as loud as possible.

Sometimes me and Adrian went to see movies together on Fridays or had plans with friends and I loved it. That's what made me look forward to the end of the week but with this lousy group of 40-year-old biker guys trashing the tables and leaving sometimes a zero-dollar tip was starting to have the opposite effect on me.

"You know I can take the table for you. I know they're pretty shitty guys." He looked at me and I shook my head softly. His green eyes dazzling in the heat lamps made me almost take back rejecting the offer. When he looked at me the way he did it made my heart flutter. They were so careful and easy.

"You take over my shifts all the time Adrian. The least I can do is deal with one unpleasant table. I can do it." I looked back at him with determination. Besides he was only a busboy, not a waiter though I'm sure he could do the job just fine.

It was true though. Every time I was sick he took over no questions asked. Sometimes he even encouraged me to call out sick when all I had was a cough. He was my best friend after all but he always went above and beyond with the way he treated me.

Sure my other co-workers were nice like Taylor treated me nicely but never as nice as Adrian. From the get-go, he was kind to me always guiding me to where things were or making small talk with me to help get me though my shifts. He was never afraid to give me a hand in anything I needed.

He looked very unsure of my decision but he didn't protest as I left to deal with said table. Though I could still feel his eyes glued to my back. I pushed open the door and

I strode over there with a sudden burst of confidence. I could do it. Then when It's all over me and Adrian can go back to his apartment and watch movies all night like usual.

As soon as I reached the table that confidence slowly started to melt away.

They were a group of 5, all big-looking, and they were like I said a biker gang. Sometimes I hate my job.

"Hello I'm Y/n I'll be your server today can I get you any drinks to start with?" My hands trembled as they gripped the sides of my apron. Whistles filled the air as the men's eyes wandered across my body. Some even leaned over to get better looks at me.

"Looking good honey!" I laughed nervously trying to be as polite as I could to them.

I felt so incredibly uncomfortable. I felt my cheeks getting hot. I was even embarrassed to be close to them. I cleared my throat trying to get them to reply to the simple task at hand.

"Waters for all of us." What I was sure the group leader spoke out. "Please, baby." He added. His group let out an array of deep chuckles. I felt sweat start to appear on my skin. I smiled and walked off in the back. As soon as my backs were to them my smile vanished off my face.

Oh god, it's barely been 5 minutes with them and I already want to leave. Once I got back there Adrian was still standing in the same spot looking at me with a pleading look.

"Don't look at me with those eyes." Those pleading begging green eyes.

"You can still take my offer you know." He pressed his lips together. "Because you look like you need that help. It's not like a bad look or anything but you look kind of helpless. In a good way." Adrian rambled. I've known him for so long I could decipher any message he gave me.

"It's fine I can handle it," I said firmly. I wasn't going to let them get the better of me. Just seeing and having Adrian here made it better.

He was a complete nerd and I loved having someone like that. I loved hearing him talk about DND and all of his hobbies. Then I got to start doing it out of work too.

We even set up a DND campaign at one point. It was a little confusing at first but playing with him made me understand. The memories of us together made me way more relaxed.

I poured those glasses of water and put them all onto a tray and held it with one hand. I pushed the door open almost spilling them in the process and walked back to the table.

"There she is!" One of them shouted. I placed all of the glasses on the table without a word trying to keep my cool.

I watched some make extremely disgusting gestures. Just 20 more minutes and you can go home. Just 20 more long excruciating minutes.

"She's a beauty isn't she fellas?" The main one asked. I swallowed thickly not excited for their replies. I did not have the energy for this today.

"Oh definitely would talk her home. You single honey?" One of them eyed me.

"Uhm yes, I am I'm just not looking for anything like that right now." I lied trying to get him to understand the message.

"Nah she's lying they're always in the market." My feet wouldn't move. I felt scared. Uncomfortable. Where's Adrian? I shouldn't have taken this table. "Come give me a chance honey!" He begged. Can't this guy take a hint?

"No, thank you I'm sorry." I tried to stay as polite as possible. "What would you guys like to-" I was instantly cut off.

"It's not like her makeup hides much." They laughed. I felt ashamed to be here.

"And she could smile more. Where's our cute smile sweetie?" I couldn't smile to save my life. I would not give them what they wanted. My lips trembled.

"Nah her smile would be ugly too we can't ask for something she doesn't have." The table erupted in laughter.

"Look at her she's a doll. She could get any guy she wanted."

“Maybe she’s a slut. No wonder she's not in the market she just sleeps around!” Barked another.

I looked up to see Adrian cleaning some dishes from a couple tables in front of them.

He was looking at me because he had clearly heard that nasty remark. His eyebrows were furrowed and he looked red with anger. He was seething and I could see his hand gripping the rag he was holding tightly.

Then the dam in my eyes broke. Tears started to brim my eyes and I stormed back into the kitchen quickly. As I left I heard them start to laugh louder. I shoved open the outside door and sat on the picnic bench we had out there.

I leaned my head in my hands and let the tears spill over my cheeks. I couldn't think about anything other than their words and how humiliated I felt. I felt like screaming at them but I just couldn't. That wasn't how I was.

Who did they think they were? Coming into our restaurant and treating me like shit for what reason? Do they have nothing better to do with their life?

I heard the door swing open and I tried to cover up my sniffling but it was no use. It slammed shut and I heard quick footsteps trot over to the bench. I already knew it was Adrian so I let him sit next to me. As soon as he put his arm around me it all came rushing back out.

"Hey hey, I'm right here." He whispered softly, I wrapped my arms around his back and in that moment he was all that mattered. I just wanted to have Adrian by my side. He awkwardly patted my back.

"Thank you." I wiped my cheeks which now had mascara smeared down them. "I'm a mess," I complained to him. He didn't say anything he just kept holding me. I knew he could struggle with comforting and with words in general sometimes. "You don't have to stay here you know. I'm already in trouble for abandoning my table i don't need you getting into it too." I frowned.

"Oh no, I'm staying." I snuggled myself into his side. "They don't deserve you. They're dicks who don't know how to treat women and that feels like a crime. They had no right to insult you like that." I nodded trying to listen to his words but I still felt shitty. "And that's like so not cool." He said and finally, a small smile spread across my face. He let out a built-up sigh of relief that I was starting to feel a bit better.

"I know. It still hurts though."

"No matter what those guys say they're so wrong." I looked up at him and he was already glancing at me. "You look so beautiful without makeup. I'm not saying you look bad with makeup on I mean like the complete opposite." I started to grin at his ranting.

"Thank you A. It means a lot." He enjoyed the small nickname. He continued to rub small circles into my back relaxing me.

"But those guys will never bother you again." He said still heated by the situation. "I'll make sure of it and because I really like you okay?" He confessed. "And seeing you hurt like that hurt me." he stared at the ground.

The confession threw me off. I always stressed about him liking me but hearing those words fall from his lips felt bewitching. I pulled away from him and looked at him eye to eye.

"Oh fuck I mean!" His cheeks grew pink. "Like I like having you as a friend not like in like I've been crushing on you since I've laid eyes on you and have been dreaming about you or anything because that would be like..." I leaned closer to him and brushed my thumb against his cheek. His face was warm and soft beneath my hand. "crazy." He whispered finishing his sentence.

"Don't lie to me right now Chase." I frowned. He sighed as he realized he'd been caught.

"Okay yeah, maybe I really like you." His eyes never once left me. "And maybe I have been dreaming about you since I first saw you."

"You better not be joking with me right now. Or I will continue to cry ."

"Okay um do not cry again please I already handled the first time poorly. But I am certainly not kidding." I moved my hand from his cheek to his hand which was much larger than mine.

"You better not be because I like you too." He blinked a few times trying to determine if I was the one joking around this time. He moved a stray piece of hair out of my face and tucked it neatly behind my ear. His eyes flickered down towards my lips and back up to my eyes. Was he really about to kiss me right now?

He swiftly closed the gap between us and captured my lips in a phenomenal kiss. Maybe he wasn't all nerdy after all because damn he knew how to kiss. Sure I have barely kissed anyone my whole life but he made it feel so right. He slowly pulled back to look at my face.

"Was that okay? If it wasn't I can totally like stop. I don't mind at all." I squeezed his hand and hugged him.

"It was perfect. Thank you." For having such a shitty night he made me realize the better. Like how the stars seemed to shine just a bit brighter than before and the moon was glowing just a little more than it just had. All because of Adrian

"How about I go deal with them and I also go grab our stuff since it's about time we clock out we have a fun relaxing night tonight?" He proposed.

"I would love nothing more."

"Good. Now you wait here!"

Once I got inside his apartment I immediately collapsed and melted into his couch with a loud dramatic sigh. He had probably the most comfortable apartment imaginable.

"Oh shit." I heard him hiss.

"What's wrong?"

"I was supposed to drop by the store after our shift to grab some things from the store..." He trailed off looking sheepish.

"Go ahead, Adrian. I know it will be all you talk about if you don't." He nodded before muttering a quick 'thank you' and leaving.

I had a really long day in general so as much as I wanted to I did not feel like waiting up for him. I left my work bag on the couch and wandered to his room.

His bookshelf overflowed with books and tabletop games, His bed was slightly messy from the morning, and it felt like him. I dug through his dresser to find this shirt that had a cool-looking dragon and a D20 on it. I took off my apron and work shirt and threw it on. I really hope he doesn't mind.

I threw my shoes somewhere on his floor and crumbled onto his bed. God his blankets were so soft.

It had been an hour before Adrian finally made his way home. He took off his mask and suit and tucked it away in the hall closet once he got home. He'd deal with all the blood later.

He walked through the hall and pushed open the door to see his best friend asleep on his bed in his shirt. He couldn't be happier to come home to this. She finally looked at ease snuggled beneath his covers.

Adrian scooted himself into his bed and joined her. He placed a small gentle kiss on her forehead and spooned her.

"They won't hurt you again." He whispered before allowing himself to drift off to sleep with her in his arms.

I waited afraid week after week to see that group come back but they never did. Nor the week after that or the next. I soon started to get curious about what Adrian meant when he said he'd "deal with them." Did he get the manager involved? Did he really have that strong effect on them? Maybe he even beat them up. He's too soft for that right?

Anyway, I was just happy to be with the one I've crushed on for so long. It felt good. Better than anything has ever been.

Tonight we were staying in on the couch while we waited for the popcorn to finish in the microwave of his apartment. The smell drifted through the room making me even more hungry than I was before.

"I'm glad they're gone." I looked up at him. His glasses glowed from the light of his phone.

"Me too. I hate seeing you upset." I leaned on his shoulder and my eyes wandered quickly over to his phone. Just a quick peek it wouldn't mean anything. He was texting Chris who according to him was his guy best friend. I had met him a few times for drinks after work and he was a pretty alright guy. I scanned the words and...

I finally got to use the chainsaw on those guys :)

What does that mean?

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tarareindeer · 18 days ago

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Hello pookie.

Since you're taking requests, I'm gonna shoot my shot.

How about something with Vander, where the Reader came into The Last Drop, perhaps they are like a friend/acquaintance of Babette's that had a rough confrontation with a rude client of the brothel earlier. And the client like also appears in the bar and some kind of brawl happens? Gender neutral reader if possible, maybe they're also like low-key sassy and strong. This is totally self indulgent not gonna lie.

Off topic, I love the Vander part 1 fic you wrote! The concept is so AAAAAAA FIRE to me. I can't wait to see what's going to happen next. I have so many assumptions in my head about events that might take place further on.

Also you're so real for the writing in English when it's not your first language, I'm the same.

thank u pooks,I'll do more in future give sum time to come up with the story :)

The Last Drop was as rowdy as ever, the kind of chaos that felt like home if you squinted hard enough. You stepped in, shaking off the leftover annoyance from earlier. Babette had convinced you to help out at the brothel for the night a solid mistake in hindsight. You were expecting the usual: side-eyeing greasy clients, keeping an ear out for any trouble, maybe breaking up a spat or two. What you didn’t expect was some wannabe top dog mouthing off like he owned the place.

And of course, now here he was.

You clocked him the moment you stepped into Vander’s bar. The same slimy guy with his oversized ego and cheap cologne, leaning over a table like he thought he was in a K-drama.

“Oh, hell no.” You muttered, weaving through the crowd. Your face must’ve been giving away your internal commentary because Vander caught sight of you from behind the bar, raising a brow.

“You alright there?” he asked, sliding a pint to another patron.

“Peachy,” you shot back, but your eyes were already locked on the dude. “Just peachy. Except for him.”

Vander followed your gaze and let out a low chuckle. “Guessing there’s a story here?”

“More like a Yelp review: one star, do not recommend, would fight again,” you said, rolling up your sleeves.

But apparently, karma was playing the long game, because there he was, right smack in the middle of the bar, holding court like he owned the place. You stopped dead, your jaw clenching.

“Don’t do it,” you muttered to yourself. “Not worth it. Be the bigger person.”

Then he spotted you, and his face lit up with a grin so smug it should’ve been illegal. “Well, if it isn’t Babette’s little errand runner,” he called out, loud enough to make the whole bar turn your way.

Oh, it was on.You grinned, all teeth, and took a step closer. “And yet, here I am. Living rent-free in that hollow skull of yours.”

You squared your shoulders and marched toward the counter, locking eyes with Vander. “Vodka,”

The guy stood up, all swagger and no substance. “Still salty from earlier, huh?” he sneered. “Thought you’d learned your place.”

“Yeah, I did,” you shot back, stepping closer. “It’s somewhere above you.”

The crowd ooh-ed, and Vander sighed, wiping a glass as though he hadn’t seen this exact situation play out a hundred times before. “You break it, you buy it,” he muttered under his breath.

You smiled, slow and dangerous. “Alright, bet.”

And with that, chaos erupted. Tables flipped, drinks spilled, and the poor bartender who tried to intervene got a swift “Stay out of it, Huck” from you. Vander didn’t step in until the dude was flat on his back, groaning like a broken accordion.

“That’s enough,” he said, grabbing the guy by the scruff of his neck and hauling him toward the door. “Out.”

Once the guy was gone, Vander turned to you, his arms crossed. “Feel better?”

“Immensely,” you said, brushing your hands off. “Also, sorry about the mess,"

“Yeah, but I’m the fun kind,” you said, grabbing your drink off the counter like you hadn’t just caused a small riot.

And just like that, the bar settled back into its usual rhythm. Well, mostly because now everyone was watching you like you were some kind of folk hero.

“Round’s on me,” Vander finally said, chuckling to himself. “Least I can do for the entertainment.”

#arcane #artists on tumblr #claggor #vander x reader #x reader #fanart #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #gender neutral reader

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sheyfu · 7 months ago

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𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬?

𝖿𝗍: 𝗆𝗂𝗄𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗈 + 𝗇𝖺𝗀𝗂 𝗌𝖾𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗈 x 𝗀𝗇!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

— 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈 𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗇𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗈

— 𝖼𝗐: 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀; 𝗏𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗍; 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗏𝖺𝗅𝗈 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝗍; 𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝖾𝗌; 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖿𝖿; 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗎𝗂𝗅𝖽-𝗎𝗉? 𝗂𝖽𝗄 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗁 𝗂 𝖽𝗈 𝖭𝖮𝖳 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 😓😓😓

— 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖿𝗂𝖼; 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾; 𝖨 𝖧𝖮𝖯𝖤 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖦𝖠𝖭𝖦 𝖶𝖨𝖫𝖫 𝖫𝖨𝖪𝖤 𝖳𝖧𝖨𝖲𝖲𝖲𝖨𝖨𝖥𝖲𝖧𝖨𝖥𝖩𝖲𝖥 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋’𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗂𝗆 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗁𝗆 𝗆𝗁𝗆; 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 (?); proofread! (𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝗈𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗂𝖾 @dreamisols 𝖨𝖫𝖸𝖸𝖸𝖸); also 𝖽𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐 𝗇𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗁𝖾𝗁𝗁𝖾 𝖨 𝖧𝖮𝖯𝖤 𝖸𝖮𝖴 𝖫𝖨𝖪𝖤 𝖨𝖳𝖳𝖳𝖳 <33333

𝗐𝖼: 3.5𝗄 (𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖼𝖾 𝗂'𝗏𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝗆𝗀)

the sounds of rushed keyboard clicking and muffled shouts sound around the dimly lit room.

“i’m telling you they’re in A!” a whiny voice sounds through a headset, frustrated that their own teammates won’t listen.

“no, stupid! who goes for A in split?” another voice interjects, this time rough and degrading.

their shallow argument continues as the game progresses—even getting worse, as both are killed due to their carelessness.

“ladies, ladies. calm down now, yeah?” a smooth voice interrupts, shutting the two players up. “if both of you weren’t soooo obsessed with each other, maybe you would’ve noticed them rushing to B…you dimwits!” you scoff and mute them, holding yourself back from smashing your keyboard and throwing your mouse at your computer.

“stuupid…” a tired and lazy voice slurs out from beside you as you continue to grumble about players like them.

“i swear to god sei, these people are the fucking worse! i’m just trying to play the damn game and they won’t shut the fuck up–”

“BOO”

“AAAAAAA WHAT THE FUCK?!”

your rant gets cut off by the door slamming open and the bright fluorescent lights turning on. you try to get back into the game and finish your two remaining enemies off, but you end up getting killed after blindly walking into enemy territory. luckily your duo, nagi seishiro, pulls through and clutches the game.

“guys, guess what!”

you slowly turn around with a scowl on your face. “mikage reo..”

“hello to you too, my dear sibling! look! i had this made at- AAAAAAH”

“so anyways, as i was saying before i got rudely interrupted..” reo places an emphasis on ‘rudely’ while looking at you with a scowl—bandaged face mirroring yours perfectly.

“it’s not my fault! i was just doing my shit and trying to prove a point, you eggplant!” you quip, grabbing a pillow.

“oh please! just admit you’re a shit player!” the purple-haired child scoffs and shrugs, seemingly content with the way you react to his mocking.

“you little shit-” you grumble, ready to aim the pillow at his head.

before you could even attack your brother, you feel two arms wrap around your figure, successfully preventing you from storming over to him.

“sei, i swear i love you very much, but i have to settle this... mikage vs. mikage...” you say, rolling up the sleeves of your (nagi’s) hoodie.

“no. ‘m tired.. let me sleep.” you feel his breath against the nape of your neck when he whispers to you. looking behind, you see him already on the verge of sleep. he’s so pretty. slowly, you bring your hand up to his hair, playing with the strands gently—a small smile creeping up on your face.

however, the moment is short lived as you get interrupted by the living purple jumpscare you're currently co-existing with.

“NO NAGI DON’T SLEEP YET” reo screams and jumps on the bed, taking you by surprise.

you whip your head towards him and grab his hair. “YOU DUMB FUCK CAN’T YOU SEE HE’S SLEEPING?”

“THAT’S BECAUSE I DESPERATELY NEED TO SAY SOMETHING!” he grabs your hair back.

ah, sibling love indeed.

your banter ensues, and the white-haired boy stirs awake. “stop.”

the siblings slowly turn their heads towards him, wide-eyed, and staring guiltily.

“we’re sorry–”

“save it. what were you going to say anyway?” the boy in question stares at them with a look, subtle annoyance plastered on his face.

“i- well- uhm so i got this machine made at the factory..!” reo nervously chuckles, “for ghost hunting, yeah! aha aha… i’ve always wanted to go ghost hunting so i asked them to make this! genius, am i right, my dear kin?” your brother looks at you with a nervous smile.

“of course! yes! very genius! i expected nothi-” you cough “i mean… i expected the best from you! how could i not! right, my dear brother?” you grimace, while your purple-haired sibling goes in for a hug.

what a way to sell the act.

your boyfriend looks at the both of you with a raised eyebrow and crosses his arms. “seriously? a ghost hunting machine?”

“of course! pretty genius, right? that’s my broth– GHOST HUNTING!?” you push reo away in horror.

“no. nonono nO NO! you CANNOT convince me to go ghost hunting with you.” you say in distress, slowly backing up to hide behind nagi.

“but this is a once in a lifetime experience, y/n! who knows? maybe you’ll end up liking this!” reo perks up, slowly inching towards the two of you. “come on now, y/n. don’t wanna be a killjoy now, do we?” wide purple eyes stare at you menacingly, his grabby hands inching towards you.

“nagi please save me from this thing!” you cry out, holding onto his hoodie like a lifeline.

“let’s do it.” nagi speaks up, his eyes sparkling as a small rare smile grows on his face.

“okay! it’s settled then! we’ll leave tomorrow at 2 in the morning and- AUHG!”

you cut him off by throwing a pillow at his face.

“NO SEI! don’t believe him! he’s probably gonna drag us to an abandoned facility and leave me to die so he could have you all to himself!” you say as you point to your brother who’s currently on the floor (being his dramatic self).

“aw c’mon now! why’d you think that?” your brother looks at you with his creepy close-eyed smile, shivering whatever timbers you had inside you. “plus…you can’t say no to nagi, can you?”

smug fuck. i wanna fucking punch the living life out of him.

you then go in front of nagi, holding his shoulders as you stare at him and point towards the bane of your existence . “listen, sei. that man.. is a menace! a monster! and a murderer! he’ll do anything–and i mean ANYTHING–to have you all to himsel– mmmhp!”

you feel cold fingers grab your cheeks as you get pulled to its source. your heart starts pounding when you realize what your boyfriend was doing.

oh my fucking god.

he pulls away after a couple of seconds, slow breaths fanning your face as he places his forehead against yours.

“guys i hope you know i’m still he- EUGH”

poor reo gets hit again with a pillow—by nagi this time.

“love.” voice airy and quite needy.

“oh no not with that tone now, seishiro.” you try your best to turn away from him, only to be pulled again, landing on his chest as he cradles your head and plants a kiss on it.

“it’s just like what reo said: it’s a once in a lifetime opportunity.” you hear, no. feel the smirk in his voice for some reason.

“don’t push it.” you push him away for real now, feeling no resistance and crossing your arms.

he reaches out to you, grabbing a lock of your hair. “if you go with us then… i’ll be your muse for your next project.” he says as he gives you a peck.

“how does that sound? hm?”

you’ve always thought you never had any weaknesses. of course, as a mikage, you were raised and polished to not have any. and with your family’s motto to “do it no balls”, you really did do it no balls.

but in this moment, you’re certain you’ve found your one weakness. words and non-verbal cues were always your strongest suits—yet you found yourself helpless and taken aback. words of retaliation dying on your tongue as you figure out what the fuck’s wrong with you.

mama didn’t raise me to be no pussy.

with a deep breath, you resign yourself to fate.

“fine. let’s see the damned machine then.”

so now, as scheduled, you find yourself in front of an abandoned house in the middle of the night, dressed in a stupid ghostbusters costume and…

a day before your birthday.

“what a great way to die before the age of twenty.” gritting your teeth, you turn your headlight on, slowly walking towards the building and opening its gate. “come on, you slowpokes! thought you wanted to do this.” rolling your eyes, you scan the room—dust and piles of wood everywhere. in the corner of your eye, a ceramic catches your attention.

“man! it’s dusty in here alright!” you hear reo speak up, hauling his “weapon” on his shoulder as nagi stands beside him, sporting his own ghostbuster gear.

“i’m sleepy…” your boyfriend mumbles as he rubs his eyes.

you look back at them with a raised eyebrow. “don’t fall asleep just now, sei. we’re just getting started.” you turn back to look at the interesting ceramic in front of you—its intricate patterns drawing you in.

it looks pretty new… that’s kinda creepy.

you bring your camera out, taking pictures of it from all angles. putting rubber gloves on, you carefully hold it, inspecting the inside, as well as the bottom.

“uhhhhh, y/n….” your brother’s worried tone reaches your ears as you turn your head towards him.

“hmm? scared? wanna back out now?” you tease him, a smirk on your face as you carefully set the piece down. “nothing even happened yet.”

you start walking towards them, strides long and fast. as you were about to call out to your boyfriend who was absorbed in whatever the fuck he saw, you hear a sound.

*clomp clomp clomp*

your walking halts as you feel cold invade your body, your heart beating a little faster than moments ago.

“hmm? was that you, reo? have something to show me?” nagi asks as he stands from his crouched position, looking towards your sibling.

“no the fuck not. that was NOT me.” the boy in question says nervously, his hands producing little tremors.

“maybe it was just me. right guys? yeah, that was probably me! no sweat!” you laugh nervously. trying to convince yourself more than them. "see! i'm walking! aha aha!" your voice cracks as you continue walking towards them.

“but y/n…you’re walking in a puddle of water…” nagi’s monotone voice reaches your ears as you look at the ground you’re walking on.

well shit.

“maybe it’s just us! yeah! our imagination! why don’t we go somewhere else, yeah?” you hurriedly say as you rush over to nagi and reo, grabbing their hands and brisk walking further into the facility.

and because of how scared you are, you don't notice one of your many polaroids in your wallet fly out and land on the wet, muddy ground beside the ceramic.

“well then! from now on, we are definitely NOT going our own ways.” you sigh, already tired from just brisk walking.

i’m so unfit for this.

after walking around the facility for a couple of minutes, you stumble upon a staircase.

“okayyy, now that we’re somewhere else, let’s go up now, shall we?” you hesitantly say as you look at your entourage.

time to do it no balls then.

"woaahhh, cool." looking at the male child beside you, his eyes sparkling and wide.

you look at your surroundings, enamoured by the paintings splayed on the walls.

even in this old facility, the paintings still look good as new. i wanna steal one..

as you drag your two luggages, you see a room at the end of the hallway.

"i wanna go in there." nagi points at the door

"okay-"

"NO. WE ARE NOT GOING TO GO THERE." purple hair screams in your ear.

fuckin' bitch. god gave you vocal chords to talk. not fucking scream like a maniac.

"we're going in there. if you don't want to, we're leaving you alone out here." you say as you let go of their arms, starting to walk towards the room with nagi close behind you.

opening the door, you instinctively cover your nose as dust invades your nostrils. you step to the side, letting your boyfriend in. as he was about to close the door, a distant voice echoes towards you two.

"okay okay! i'll come with you! wait for me!"

you laugh at your brother, "you suggested this idea, don't be so scared now, little bro." you tease him as he grabs the door and holds it open.

"shut up." he catches up to the both of you, out of breath—assuming his position and grabbing your hand.

still not grown up, huh? you think, smiling as you ruffle his hair.

"just please don't let go of my hand AAAAAH WHAT THE FUCK" your brother screams in terror for whatever reason.

"why?! what's the problem?!" you panic, wincing as his grip on your hand tightens.

"guys i think i'm gonna fucking die i just felt something touch my neck I FELT SOMETHING TOUCH MY FUCKING NECK" he wails like a baby.

"oooo look y/nnnn, it's a sculpture." your boyfriend's voice slurs out from your left side.

"IM GONNA FUCKING CRY IM SO SCARED WHAT THE FUCK WAHT THE FUCK WHA TTH EFUCK"

what the hell we were just giggly and shit awhile ago what the fuck happened.

"y/n y/n look it's a sculpture." nagi calls to you once again, pointing at something in the distance.

what the fuck is happening.

"y/n, y/n!"

"IM GONNA DIE FUCK FUCK FUCK IM TOO YOUNG."

your head starts hurting because of reo's screaming as well as the dust floating around the room. you don't pay attention to it though—continuing to explore around the room.

"oooo look. there's another one."

"I CAN'T BELIEVE IM GONNA DIE BEFORE TWENTY SHIT FUCK FUCK"

you take a deep breath before speaking. "alright boys, one by one. i know i have two ears but one of you practically murdered my ear and i'm now only hearing from–"

what the fuck was that.

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT DID THAT THING JUST MOVE" your purple-haired pest screams in your ear.

"this is like fnaf but better. reo, get the machine out. it's time to neutralize this thing." another white-haired pest speaks up, his voice confident and unwavering.

"YOU HAVE YOUR OWN, NAGI"

"i don't. i left it at the entrance. too heavy."

meanwhile, you're still frozen in your spot, going over what the fuck just happened.

did that actually happen or was i just being delusional...

as the two pests banter, you don't notice the two figures nagi pointed at awhile ago slowly inching towards you—still deep into your pondering and vulnerable.

it was only when their shadows were looming over you that you noticed them. feeling chills travel up your spine. you look up, seeing two pairs of beady eyes—bodies ragged and cracks on their surface.

holy fucking shit. are those fucking weeping angels..?

"guys.." you whispered to your two companions.

"NAGI DIDN'T I TELL YOU TO WEAR IT AT ALL TIMES?!"

"too much of a hassle :x"

"guys..." you told them—a little louder this time.

"I EVEN TOLD THEM TO MAKE IT LIGHTER FOR YOU"

"that's nice thanks."

"GUYS"

damn i sounded like a bitch.

but now's not the time to criticize yourself.

"WHAT?!" pest #1 answers you at the same wavelength.

you ignore his tone—the situation too grave to even care about respect and all that shit.

"we may have a slight problem." you shakily raise your finger to point at the two looming bodies.

"oh.."

"oh"

"yeah oh."

as your three continue to stare at the figures, one of them suddenly smiles. it fucking smiled what the fuck.

what in the fucking voodoo roblox minecraft doctor who witchcraft is this.

"guys...i think...it's time...to GET THE FUCK OUT AND RUN BECAUSE WHAT THE FUCK WE ARE GONNA DIE." you shout as your grip on their arms tighten, running from the figures.

as the three of you reach the door, you look behind to see the two unmoving figures. yet their distance from the three of you were significantly closer.

why did they stop moving... is this the live adaptation of the mimic or a remake of doctor who because what the fuck.

"the door won't open." the voice on your right says in a slight panic. nagi start kicking the door open but to no avail, it doesn't open.

"WHAT?!" this time, it's your turn to scream as you try to open the door.

the door's locked. since when the fuck did it lock. and it's no ordinary door too.. who builds a metal door anyway?!

"holy fucking shit." your brother looks at you nervously, little tears in his eyes.

*krsh krsh*

"wait reo, sei. look at the figures. and don't stop looking at them until i say so!" you instruct them.

we're probably gonna die because of this but if my memory serves me right , and they're actually weeping angels, looking at the statues makes them stop moving. these bitches are turning me into a roblox kid what the hell. wait. but they're from doctor who too. so what does that make me?

you shake your head, stopping yourself from going off into dreamland.

"wait but–"

"they only move when we don't look at them. but if we do, they stop moving." you hurriedly explain, searching your pockets for a bobby pin.

dear god i love roblox so much please don't kill me i haven't finished the mimic yet.

"how'd you know that-"

"i'll explain later, just look at them. now!"

as you fish out a bobby pin, you try to unlock the door. and as expected, the sculptures stop moving. still, it doesn't make them any less scary.

okay, calm down, i can take my time with this. please mr doctor who and whoever the fuck made the mimic. be on my side...

you steady your hand, attempting to unlock the door once again.

"y/n... they're moving." you hear your boyfriend mutter.

what? what did he say? WHAT THE FUCK DID HE JUST SAY??!?

"no no no why are they moving? they aren't supposed to be moving. your eyes must be playing tricks on you sei." you try to convince yourself—heart rate increasing as you almost drop the hair pin.

"fuck no y/n they're actually moving.." purple hair says as he clutches your arm tighter.

holy shit. roblox is a liar.

your hand starts to tremble more as the two continue to watch and tell you about the horror they're currently witnessing.

*click, click, click*

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT THEY'RE SO CLOSE TO US IS THAT LOCK DONE YET IM GONNA CRY" the screaming ensues once again, but at this point, you don't even care as you would too, only if you weren't busy with the damned lock.

fuck you too, doctor who.

"i'm almost fucking done wait two more clicks."

*click*

fucking faster please one more!

"y/n they're about a foot away from us." a calm, yet panicked voice speaks up.

"just one more fucking click-"

*click*

"OH MY GOD OKAY LETS GO IM DONE" you shout, slamming the door open and rushing out with the duo.

"FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK WHY ARE THEY SO FAST"

you look behind as you see the two figures slowly, yet steadily catching up to you.

fuck i'm so fucking tired already.

the three of you reach the top of the staircase, hurriedly going down it with you almost tripping on the last step. luckily, someone saves you from face planting on the cemented floor and hoisting you on his shoulder.

you look back to your carrier to see familiar white hair.

damn i fucking love this man so much.

"C'MON NAGI WE'RE ALMOST THERE DON'T STOP RUNNING" your brother screams once more. relief washes over you as the gate enters your vision.

as the three of you near the gate, you try to take a picture of the sculptures.

i'm probably gonna get cursed doing this but fuck it.

snapping a couple of pictures, you fail to notice your favourite ceramic on the ground, now smashed with red smears all over it.

and the polaroid of the three of you, all muddy and ruined.

"holy fucking shit. that was the worst experience of my life, 0 out of 10 never doing that ever again." reo pants out, hands on his knees.

"it was fun though, not gonna lie." nagi says breathless, wiping his sweat with his sleeve as he slowly walks towards the car.

you're on the ground, lying down with an arm on your eyes.

"holy fucking shit. why did we do this again?" you breathe out heavily.

you're not sure why you're tired—you barely did any running.

"water?"

you uncover your eyes to see your boyfriend looking down at you with a small smile.

"thanks" you sit up, grabbing it and chugging half the bottle in just one drink.

you throw the bottle over to your brother, "drink up."

he looks at you with a tired smile on his face, before walking towards you, slowly and wobbly, then sitting beside you.

chugging the water, he breathes out heavily as he finishes the bottle. he looks at the two of you with a dopey smile,

"so...are we like, the ghost busters now?"

"you wish."

"also, how did you know they wouldn't move when we looked at the statues." nagi also sits beside you, his own bottle in his hand.

"roblox and doc who." you answer him with a sigh.

"seriously?" sweet potato questions.

"roblox is life, bruv. plus. doctor who was literally our childhood you doofus. i'm surprised you didn't know what the sculptures were." you say as you hit reo's head.

except for the fact we almost died because of it. well. fiction is very different from reality.

"shut the fuck up."

as you share laughs beneath the moonlight, you fail to notice an ashy figure watching the three of you in the distance—red smears and shards of glass decorating its body.

oh and would you look at that.

it has the polaroid of you three in its hand.

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trevor had barely made it past the locker room door before he sank to the bench to catch his breath. his hands were sore, his arms and legs shaky, and his head was spinning from the exertion of the day.

this week ─ let alone today, had been exhausting. hard practices, early morning and long workouts had started to get to trevor's mental and physical wellbeing. he doesn't remember the last time where he hadn't went to bed exhausted. but, in good news, practice was cancelled for the weekend so he could finally take a few days off.

trevor sat there for a moment, feeling the weight of fatigue pulling at him. he took deep breaths, trying to steady his racing heart and sore muscles. as he started to regain his composure, he decided to head to the parking lot to clear his mind.

as he stepped out into the parking lot, he was greeted by the cool breeze of the evening. his car was parked not too far away thankfully, and he made his way towards it, ready to head home and finally relax. but as he approached his car, he noticed someone leaning against it.

he spotted you waiting for him. you were leaning up against his car and holding his favorite fast food in one hand and a drink in the other. the unexpected sight caused his heart to race, and he momentarily forgot about the soreness in his legs and the exhaustion that had sapped all his energy away.

trevor couldn't help but smile, despite his deep exhaustion. your presence was a welcome sight, and he couldn't deny that he had missed you during this busy week.

you grinned back at him as he dropped his bags on the floor and engulfed you a big hug. you could sense his exhaustion and you could tell he needed that hug. you brought your hands up to his hair which relaxed him more.

you laughed softly, "you're gonna squish the food, trev."

"don't care, just need you." he mumbled in your shoulder as he sighed. your touch had brought his stress levels down multiple levels, the soreness in his back and legs suddenly fading into you.

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commander talis after getting seriously injured in an ambush fight limps his way to what he assumes is a farmhouse, hoping to get some kind of help or medi-care

viktor having seen the limps and grunts and very clear blood on this strange odd man knows he’s making his way to his humble abode and is worried that he might be the bloodied man’s next victim, so when the door is knocked, thud thud thud, loud and booming with urgency viktor readys his shovel, wretches the door opens and slams on the man’s face before he could even talk.

Oh? He sees the badge on the man, piltovers symbol for its generals and commanders he goes oops! Might as well.. not let him stay in the cold night? Brings him to the only bed he has and bandages Jayce’s wounds.

commander Jayce wakes up to screaming in his head and dull pain. Before he realizes that this is 1) not hell. 2) not heaven. 3) not purgatory. 4) and not in a medical tent they hold out in the countries checkpoints.

and then he sees him. A tiny little boy, shovel behind his back with a meek sorry.

“Your awake,” the boy says, “sorry, you would’ve been awake earlier had I not hit you with my shovel.”

Jayce gives him a look, and the other sighs, “well? What was I supposed to do?! A wounded man with blood on his face making way to me? I thought you were going to kill me!”

Jayce talis spends the rest of his days at the farmhouse, either resting in bed with some soup next to him or regaining his strength doing farm work.

It’s.. not that bad, the farm work was a bit tiring and annoying. Do this, pick that, pull this, feed them, herd it, check that, take this, hold that. But Viktor certainly made it better.

so when the war is over, and he’s rewarded for his war efforts with whatever he may desire all he asks is to be retired, and to never be bothered again.

everyone suspects that he wants someone. perhaps a lover? Or a friend? But they never really expected him to leave the relishes and rewards that piltover would gift to him for being a veteran, some expected him to want a beautiful wife— mayhaps the Medardas daughter, or the nobles of the other houses. Some expected him to ask for a harem. Some for a house or mansion. Some for riches or gold.

but for him to ask for retirement? And let alone live piltover over to the desolate fields of animals and grass? There must’ve been someone, or something. Some suspected that he was ridden with a mental disease, PSTD? Some expected a lonely farm girl. Some left it at the fact that maybe Ex-commander Jayce Talis just wanted a life of peace, and they all accepted it, who wouldn’t want such a thing? Especially someone who had experienced the horrors of war first hand?

Viktor is surprised when the very same commander he nursed back to healths months before the war ended came back hugging onto him like a lifeline. He’s not complaining tho, he needed the extra muscles and hands anyway.

aaaaaaa [breathes in] AAAAAAAAA THIS IS SO-<3 <3 <3 THIS IS SO GOOD, ANON, HEART FULL, HEART FULL!!!!

(tw: underage) (this is a long one lol)

jayce appreciates the care, he does, but he's already getting impatient. so jayce decides to get up and walk around and maybe help but when the boy-viktor-sees him, he scowls and tells jayce to sit down. jayce tells him that he's feeling better and viktor shakes his head, insists that he sit down. jayce could refuse, he's older and a commander but... viktor is his caretaker and he feels that that would be rude. he sits down and he lets himself be fussed over. he finds out that he likes it.

when he's recovered somewhat that's when viktor lets him help. the farm work is tiring but it's fulfilling. it reminds jayce of working at the forge. and viktor can be bossy but jayce finds that... he likes it. with his position, he expects people to be scared and back down when he doesn't budge but viktor being bossy doesn't make him angry. instead, jayce finds that he likes it.

easy to just do what viktor says and he finds that he likes viktor soft thanks and smiles. finds the simpler food viktor makes to be more satisfying that the lush food he's had before. there's something about seeing viktor by the fireplace stirring the pot and the way viktor watches him when he eats and his relieved and amazed smile when he says that the food is good that jayce finds liking. even loving. viktor... is rather lovely, isn't he?

the bed is small-small for jayce-and uncomfortable but jayce doesn't say that. he has a feeling that viktor knows that he thinks that though. and when jayce he realizes that the bed is small because it's viktor's bed and it's the only bed and that viktor gave it to him so he can recover properly and is now sleeping in a cot by the fireplace, jayce feels guilty. tells viktor that he can have his bed now and he'll take the cot but viktor refuses. he'll get his bed back when jayce finally recovers and not before then!

and in the following days, jayce turns it over in his mind. he has an idea to solve this. but he finds that he's hesitant to say it because feeling shy. and he's feeling shy because... he's scared of viktor's answer, scared that viktor will refuse, that viktor will reject him. viktor sees jayce being distant the whole day and finally asks during dinner. jayce gathers the courage-and that's a surprise because he hasn't done that in a long time-to say it.

jayce says that he and viktor can share the bed. viktor looks at him surprised. jayce waits nervously. viktor knows that this might be... inappropriate? but he does miss his bed... viktor says yes and jayce is both relieved and strangely excited. they take their baths and go to bed. jayce sees that viktor is tense, reassures him that it'll be ok. viktor shyly nods and climbs in. the bed is already small for jayce so it's not even a tight fit. viktor has to sleep on top of jayce. jayce finds that he doesn't mind it.

viktor is tense until he has to relax because he's fallen asleep. jayce listens to him breath before he falls asleep too. when he wakes up, he's wrapped his arms around viktor. he's holding viktor's nape, had tucked viktor against him and cradling him to his chest like he's something precious. and he is. jayce takes him in. he notes with amusement and his chest aching to burst because it's so full of affection that viktor's drooling in his sleep. jayce wipes it away with his thumb. and it happens, this shock down his spine. jayce looks at his thumb for a moment then brings it to his mouth. he licks viktor's drool off it.

when viktor wakes up, looks up at him blearily, jayce wants to kiss him. on his forehead, on his cheeks, on his mouth. the thought makes jayce breathless. he lets viktor go so he can make breakfast for him and as jayce works, he turns over everything in his mind.

when jayce decides to go back, he tells viktor over dinner. his chest clenches at viktor's sadness. jayce takes his hand and looks into his eyes. he'll come back, jayce promises with utter sincerity. viktor stares at him. he nods slowly, he'll remember that. before jayce goes back, he takes a buckle from his clothes and goes to a forge in the town. he asks the blacksmith if he can borrow it and when the blacksmith says yes, jayce melts the buckle and shapes it into a bracelet.

he presents it to viktor, going down on one knee to present it. this is a proof of his promise! viktor wears it and jayce kisses viktor's knuckles. jayce is pleased about viktor's blush. jayce feels nervous again as he takes viktor in. he wants one thing before he goes. he asks viktor for a kiss. viktor's eyes widened and his blush turns into his whole face being red. he manages to stammer out a yes and jayce's breath rushes out of him in relief. he hold viktor's face in his hands and kisses him. it's a chaste one but it leaves them both breathless.

jayce goes back the next day and viktor watches him disappear into the distance. and jayce arrives, everyone is in a tizzy. they want to know what happened to him, where he had been and who he had possibly met. ximena and caitlyn are overjoyed to see him! they were relieved when his letters started arriving but it's different from actually seeing him. jayce tells them everything, about the ambush, about viktor.

they don't know how to take it at first, this viktor is so young after all. but they see jayce's affection, so clear and his yearning for viktor is so clear too. so they'll let him go, tells him to bring viktor next time so they can meet him. jayce walks around the talis estate, his childhood home but not his home now, takes in the garden and the library and the forge. he thinks about showing it all to viktor. he thinks about kissing viktor in the garden, in the library, in the forge. he thinks about showing viktor his bedroom and kissing him there.

jayce promises his mom and caitlyn hat they'll meet viktor one day and goes to settle his reward. he wants to retire, yes, and he will but he also wants other things. like riches maybe because it's what he's owed and because it adds to the talis family fortune and a part of it can be for viktor. and he wants land too maybe. because he thinks of viktor's cottage and maybe he can rebuild it to be better, build it bigger with a better and bigger bed and a bigger barn and even a silo and finally a library and workshop for them both. a fitting marriage house.

jayce settles everything. his rewards and retirement, forges a promise ring and makes space in the family book for viktor's name and finally... a chest filled with all sorts of things, duvets, blankets, books, plates and cutlery, coats and seeds. this is his dower. and after everything is done and ready, jayce goes back home. he has a betrothed to make happy after all!

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