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Erron Black x Reader | Pt. 6

My perception of time has been awful. Fortunately, I believe I'm finally dragging myself out of that dark hole.

It’s been a while, huh?

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A touch of Mercy

"I hope you never find her," the dark-haired woman breathed, her voice which, until then, had been monotonous, retained just a touch of wish that had only then reemerged within her.

Though, At first, she was surprised at her own words, at the boldness that had made them escape, but as she recognized the valor, she didn't bite them down.

The very will festered in her and came out uncontained as she finally looked up to the man.

Her body was even shaking with the raw emotion she felt, and she hardly did anything to hide it.

The feeling felt foreign by then, after living so long without the ray of light. Yet, she accepted the new glimmer, wanting to believe that such a feeling existed only because it was meant to be.

Without a step missed the other woman would be on her way to escape the evil clutches of the man before her, and by extension their tyrant emperor.

-That’s what her heart told her.

She didn’t know if Shao Kahn had anything to do with Erron Black’s job at that moment, but she could only imagine.

-Nothing good ever came form that man.

"I pray upon the elder gods that she escapes you, " she then added, the tremor in her body fierce as she referenced the very being's she'd long thought had abandoned her.

'I will pray for her flight,' she thought with true faith moving her beating heart, the blood in her veins rushing and burning hot with anticipation as she declared her newfound dedication.

He made a low sound, something to let her know that he acknowledged her, but dismissed her all the same.

She was certain his intention was to mock her, yet, from the way he turned from her and had eyed her even before then, she could note the irritation he swallowed down.

it was evident by the way his lips pursed that her words bothered him to some degree.

He couldn't hide his annoyance, and she was pleased to know that she'd made his arrogant smirk languish until it died out and fell into a bitter scowl.

It was a victory, albeit a small one, but one she rejoiced nonetheless.

" - We'll be back soon," he said lowly, all with a certainty of his own, the sureness in his tone making her lips press together thinly.

Her breath even stilled for just a moment, because there was a gleam in his eyes that unsettled her.

Excitement swam in the dark pools, challenge too, and the woman could only hope he could never reach his prey.

She could only hope he'd return with bitter defeat.

Silently, she watched as he left, trailing behind the young woman with the pretty, starry eyes.

- That same one that had made her feel inexplicably warm upon first glance, and had for whatever reason inspired something so abundantly strange.

Something in her chest had blossomed upon that moment, something that made her want to have faith again, to smile yet again.

'Hope, in this realm of mine...Is it possible?' She questioned herself, having known only the hardships of war and tyranny that her land had succumbed to.

It was hard not to recall her every loss, though somewhere in there, she also remembered something else.

For a moment she recalled the tender youth she used to be so many years ago.

‘Perhaps that’s why she grabs my attention so much,’ she proceeded with consideration.

"It's been so long..." she then murmured with a touch of a smile, the small lift graceful.

"It's been so long since a prayer of mine has been responded to," she added with a soft amusement, the twinkle in her black eyes existing as a stray drop traveled down her face, falling onto the ground.

She's only thought to do so in her helplessness, as a way to sedate the need to gravitate closer to the other woman.

-Because it was all she could have truly done in her cowardice.

“So long since I'd turned my back on my former beliefs,” she added.

Her lukewarm chuckle was the only sound left in the room as her long, slim fingers moved down her face to delicately wipe the escaped sorrow before she continued with her duties with a rather noticeable smile adorning her.

As she then trailed her eyes down to see where her tears had fled, she then paused.

Little petals were scattered over the ground, making her shake her head as she reached for the three little specs on the ground,

“Ah..” she breathed, "of course...This room could use some color..." she then mused as she straightened out and looked over the muted setting she stood in.

All the while, (f/n) had fled, tirelessly aimed at a direction she didn't know where it would lead to.

Along the way she'd run past the people of the village, most of which were unperturbed by her, unbothered at the sight of a frantic, fleeting woman.

She was ignored, even if she desperately begged for help.

Large tears bubbled in her eyes, distress sweated through every fiber of her being, and yet no one seemed to mind.

In truth, it seemed that rather than lure attention, she’d been surrounded by a repellent, alienating her further.

‘Don’t they see me?’ she wondered with worry as she reached out to the person closest to her.

Her shaking hand soon clutched the fabric of a traveling woman's long sleeve, her grasp filled with a silken material of who she would hope would be her savior.

She tried to speak, but before she could let out a word, the woman jutted her shoulder forward, callously forcing the cloth out of (f/n)'s grasp.

And she offered crucial words of advise, advice that would lead the fleeting woman to come to the conclusion that the town they'd stopped at was one catered to ill trade and services.

“ - Unless you have payment... then there will be no services offered to you," The strange woman remarked while she carefully dusted herself off where she’d been touched as she eyed (f/n) with an objective side glance.

“Naïve girl...” she then added with a disapproving tut, “ Here...No kindness is offered without the promise of riches,” She said before continuing down the road.

- She wouldn’t waste time on anything that didn’t benefit her and she wasn’t ashamed to let it be known.

'Mercenaries...' (f/n) inwardly mused, eyeing the displayed weapons most carried.

- could it be?

Familiar emblems also greeted her as she scouted, and when she recognized a common symbol amongst many of the population, her breathing paused.

In her panicked state, she hadn't really taken the time to look around before, but now that she had, she was left stunned.

'The Black dragon...' She notes with disbelief, her teeth gritting.

'Of course, He stopped here because it was in his best interest,' she noted, convinced he had links to the wicked organization himself.

'A man like that...It wouldn't be a surprise!' she added before realizing something else :

“That’s why...” she huffed.

“Nothing that man says holds any value,” she detested.

' He's toying with me again...because I'd never have a chance to run off if we're surrounded by his allies, ' she thinks before she momentarily pauses, swallowing hard as she feels the eerie sense of being watched.

And it's a feeling she dreads now that she realizes she's surrounded by what could potentially be her enemy's organization.

Concerned, she skims her eye to what lies before her, trying to pretend oblivious until she finds the source, but, ultimately, she finds nothing.

She only sees more vendors and travelers, none of which seem any more suspicious than the next person.

None strike her as the watcher; none look her way.

"could I be imagining it?" she asks herself in a short whisper before slowly easing, the tension in her shoulders melting.

‘I have to be,’ she idly thinks as she stands there, the high rise of her eyebrows falling too.

“Yeah,” she breaths as she cranes her head back, looking up at the sky.

Yet, she couldn’t shake the feeling away completely. It was like an itch she couldn’t quite scratch.

That was before she looked over her shoulder and found a lonesome man.

He doesn't look trustworthy himself, especially with that menacing mask he wears, and that covers his entire face.

There are blades strapped over his long, sage-colored coat, crossing behind his back and rising high above his shoulders for an easy overhead reach.

For a moment it’s all she can stare at ; the weapons themselves before she brings her focus to the entirety of the man again.

He stands far away, near a fully hooded vendor that offers gleaming finds which sparkle generously beneath the lighting.

The vendor soon tries to catch the gazing man's attention too, though, gets no result as he refuses to look away from the young woman’s direction, an unnerving detail she notices.

After another, more persistence attempt, the masked man shuts down any more interaction with the seller by lazily picking up one of his hands in a shooing motion.

The dismissive wave is languid, but effective.

‘It’s a coincidence’ she tried to tell herself, hoping it’s only her nerves that have gotten the best of her, and that the man only looks her way out of chance.

It’s possible, right?

‘That has to be it,’ she further goes as she swallows down thickly.

‘It has to,’ she persists while then tearing her sight away, looking down at the ground instead as she tries to calm her racing heart.

However, even with all the self reassurances, something further deep within tells her otherwise. Red flags of caution raise, and she can feel herself grow more concerned.

Slowly, she peers back at him again, cold sweat falling down her brow as she keeps contact with him, her heart tightly constricting the entire time she commits to the act.

As she continues to observe him, slowly, his head lightly tilts to the side, and beneath the metal mask, his right eyebrow rises in peaked curiosity.

Though, he holds no malice as hidden to her, he smiles, subtly.

His interest is doubled as she holds her ground by fully turning to him and staring him down.

It’s a feat he commends given how distraught she seemed in the beginning.

Gradually, his arms pick up, crossing over his chest as he waits for her next move.

- After all he had the time.

He wasn't one to ever waste time by stopping and smelling the roses, but on that particular day, he'd been inclined to.

Something drew him closer to the realm, like a gentle pull, which was strange considering his usual routine.

It’s not that he wasn’t fond of the land, but he preferred being home instead.

Usually, he'd already left the village after a trade, but this time, there was something different.

' I come here...And then I find this,' he huffed.

"Which is odd..." he breathed as his eyes focused on the item held in her little hand.

-There was no mistake, he recognized it.

“No such thing as a coincidence,” he added after being certain. "He's somewhere around here..." He lowly murmurs, recognizing his brethren's arms.

After all, Kano's made enough fuss about them before when selling them to the guy.

' I wonder...' he mused before he spared one last, long glance at the woman, admiring her, though, still not understanding what it was that had him so willing to stay.

However, his nature pulled him away, and he cut the moment short, finally deciding to leave her to her own luck.

“ - None of my business,” he reminded himself, " Not my job...anymore,” he added in a spiteful mutter.

After all, what good ever came from sticking out your neck without something in return?

She performed an extended blink, and after that single action, he was gone.

After that short moment all she found as proof of his presence was the small whirlwind of land he's left floating behind.

Dirt accumulates above the ground, lifted by a quick spin of air that becomes nothing in a matter of seconds.

She takes a step back in disbelief, in utter confusion as she turns her entire body in every direction she can while in search of the strange man, but in the end, she finds nothing that proves he was once there.

The gun clutched within her right hand fell into a tighter grip as her chest heavily rose,

"Was I..." She didn't know what to think, though forcing herself to move forward, not willing to spend more time with anything that wasn't drawing distance from the stop.

"I have to keep moving..." she said with a hard exhale, tearing her eyes away from the spot and continuing towards the same path as before.

No one else offered her a spare glance, and perhaps that was how she so easily ended up where she was; Lost.

- So terribly lost.

She’d lasted an entire day moving, living off of what little trade the item she’d carried her had gotten.

She tried hard not to think about how the vendor had completely ignored her at first before she pleaded, offering anything they wanted in exchange for help as she pulled out the only thing she knew had value-

‘Perhaps this isn’t the smartest move...’ she started as she stared down at the lovely engravement of the weapon while she chose to sacrifice it.

‘I don’t even know how much it’s truly worth...If this vendor isn’t taking advantage of my lack of knowledge,’ she mused, feeling just a touch guilty when she remembered how much the man she’d traveled with had cared for them.

He’d spent so much time cleaning it, she couldn’t imagine otherwise.

That gentle smile he’d worn came to mind, and she unwillingly had a touch of remorse, though, it was a fleeting feeling as everything else she felt for him came forth.

-Everything ugly.

‘Lets see,’ she added with consideration.

‘It’s gotten me enough for a canteen … this miserable blade and dried food.’ She thought with lightheartedness as she stared down at what was being offered to her. The little satchel that would hold her consumables was also there, and she wondered if it was truly a fair trade.

‘it should be enough...though I wish I could have gotten myself a creature to travel with...’ she added with disappointment that very quickly diminished as she thought of how impractical it was.

‘Of course.. then I wouldn't be able to feed us both, and there’s no need to sacrifice one of you,’ she mused as she offered a side glance to one of the steeds there, one that reminded her plenty of the one she’d traveled with.

It’s front legs had the same patches, forcing a gentle smile out of her.

She wondered how the creature fared, even if it hasn't been that long since she last saw him.

“ - So...What do you say miss?” the elder woman said with narrowed eyes, and before her new customer could ask anything more, be it more time to think , or, even directions to where to head, she caught sight of the man that was tracking her down.

He moved with the same arrogance she despised, his every step certain, and she cursed his luck for it somehow leading him directly towards her already.

Past the many travelers, she spotted him, forcing her to slam down the payment before stuffing everything in the bag, fleeting.

Without any guidance she soon treaded upon strange land, unaware of what would come as the second nightfall rolled by.

"still no signs of anything...” she said softly, concerned.

After an entire day and a half of traveling she'd yet to find any signs of life.

Silence surrounded her, an unnerving factor that had her looking up at the darkening sky to find a lack of traveling creatures.

Again, she’d find herself sleeping alone, shaking as she curled herself close to whatever she could find.

At least she’d paid attention to the few times the dark eyed man had created a fire.

It offered her some comfort, though, very little.

“Even the land is dead,” she added with a little bite to her lower lip, noticing the lack of vegetation, it’d been that way for quite a bit.

Her eyes then skimmed around the hellish land, unease in her heart, settling after the surge of adrenaline that had originally fueled her began to soon exhaust.

Little chirps of small creatures were unheard of, and if it weren’t worrisome enough, she soon encountered a large, rotten carcass that was mutilated beyond recondition, sending her into a fit of cold shivers.

"This place is desolate," She said below her breath, and before she knew it, her steps inched back, slowly retracting and going over the previous ones she'd left on the sandy floor.

It was only by the fifth that she stopped entirely.

Quickly, a sickening feeling turned over her stomach when she managed to capture the grand sight of the wasteland before her.

'Oh no...' She thought to herself with horror that fell upon her.

The fluttering hope in her chest that kept her heart from sinking stopped all at once at the sudden realization.

'Have...have I gone so far?' She asked herself, knowing of only one place that could fit the ghastly description of the land she had stepped upon.

‘How could I ?…how did I not notice sooner?’

- Even those of other realms who traveled between the worlds knew well enough to step away from the land.

"But how?”

Tears welled in her eyes as she whipped around, her question answered quickly.

'everything looks the same,' She thought to herself with helplessness as she felt the world spin. It was getting harder and harder to see farther than a few feet, the lack of light giving her a massive disadvantage.

Gusts of wind visited frequently, erasing the tracks she left behind, leaving her without any concrete trail to fall back on.

Nothing seemed to be in her favor.

'And it'll be soon... They'll come to me soon,' She thought to herself with anguish.

'And if they don't find me... I'm sure to die alone,' She thought with dismay.

"either way...I'll be consumed," she said with horror.

"If it's not the creatures themselves... then the land will take me," she dreaded as she wrapped her arms around herself, the solo embrace serving no comfort.

"I stand no chance," she sneered, a spiteful glare shot down at the sands.

She then remembered how much food and water she had left, which was only about another day or two if she continued to rest sparsely.

'it's not fair...' she inwardly sneered as her knees felt weak.

The Tarkata roamed the wastelands, finding a home within the ghoulish waste, outcast from the rest of the outworlders as the brutish, cannibalistic creatures they were.

-And she had just so happened to step upon their territory for who knows how long of a distance.

Even while unknowingly treading upon it, she doubted that factor mattered to them.

From what she'd heard...to them a meal was a meal.

'They'll find me...' She started, ' And they'll tear me apart,' She told herself.

She'd only ever seen them from afar and at their most gruesome because as pawns of Shao Kahn, they stood at his side, prideful in every one of their sharp edges, presenting them at every opportunity they could, seemingly enjoying the fear they instilled in others.

She was familiar with them, many of her people where even if they’d never come face to face with one.

After all, they had a certain reputation.

'They'll eat my alive bit by bit!' She then continued, unable to imagine how they would consume her.

Yet her skin itched, attacked by invisible pinpricks that would soon become razor-sharp teeth.

'In the end... I'll meet a fate worse than death, ' She thought to herself, fearing the bloodbath that would occur.

'I'll be devoured whole!' She went on, her angered tears falling onto the sand, the little specs created between her feet.

A short grunt of strain was forced out between her teeth as her hands fisted the grainy ground with frustration.

Little debris dug into her nails and they pushed back into the flesh with discomfort, but none of it was even close to the distress of her heart.

"This can't be it," she told herself. "I finally find myself free, and it's to be in the clutches of another monster," she says with spite, her voice low and dour.

If such a fiend were to take a bite of her heart they would taste nothing but bitter as it was slowly consumed by the sourness that had begun to flood her.

And it was her only solace, that they'd detest every morsel.

Her eyes soon came to a close, and she took a long breath through her nostrils, collecting her thoughts.

"Somehow...” she started as she picked up her head, looking beyond.

“ Somehow, I have to trace back, " she then went on, hoping that simply taking a hundred steps back would bring her to a safe zone.

She was ready to move, however, past the silence of the land was another sound, one that perked her ears.

It was faint at first, the whimpers soon growing with the more she focused.

Desperate snivels caught her attention, forcing the (h/c) haired woman into a sudden halt.

It was proceeded by a large swallow of breath that nearly choked her with how quickly it'd been downed as she realized she was accompanied in her misery.

Her widened eyes skimmed around, wanting to know what creature had released those despairing sounds. Somehow, they'd sounded much more desperate than her, and she was curious as to who else had the misfortune to find themselves so utterly helpless.

‘Someone’s run the same luck I have...’ She bitterly mused, her sights set to where she assumed the sound came from.

'But Who..?' she started, slowly going towards the sound.

She did so slowly, each of her steps languid as she listened to the muffled sound with perked ears.

She walked for only a short minute before she found herself rounding a large, sharpened stone, soon catching sight of the sniveling being.

Her heart halted as she came in visual contact with the creature that cried so softly and miserably, and who just so happened to be of the terrorizing ones she was dreading.

(f/n) shivered, trembling under not just the sudden chilliness that had been cast over the land, but also by the very luck she had.

miserable; just miserable.

'I should run...' she thought to herself as she swallowed hard, her hand quickly reaching for the blade she'd strapped on the sash she wore at her waist.

It was only a precaution as she also steadied her footing to sprint away too.

As for the other creature, upon realizing she’d been found, her slumped body jolted upright with a low hiss of pain escaping her.

Her glowing amber eyes also flew wide open, fear evident in them as she gazed at her before they flew off to the side, beyond where there could only be darkness to greet her before her attention shot back to (f/n).

At the sudden movement, instinctively, (f/n)’s knees lightly bent as she was ready to bolt.

'I should....run...' she added as the reaching hand's energy died out, making it fall back to her side lifelessly as she continued to watch the other being whilst she curled further against the stone, injured.

She seemed to have no other option than to somehow press herself tightly against the piece of land with pathetic, little whimpers as she looked to (f/n).

‘ I have to ... run,' the lost female thought again as she settled into the wasteland.

She cautiously approached the Tarkatan woman further, each of her steps being executed warily, the hesitance she displayed done as a way to show her harmlessness to the other female as well as keep herself safe.

A moment of sanity struck her as she came before the Tarkatan, questioning her own motives, as well as her actions themselves.

'Run...' a feeble voice whispered with dread laced through the single order, but it was ignored.

She faintly recalled the dread she’d felt before, the utter bitterness at the thought of being handled by their kind before a different feeling overpowered that fear.

‘I would have never thought..’ she inwardly mused, feeling a touch guilty for how she’d dammed them all.

Now that she faced a defenseless one, something in her felt soft.

'Poor thing,’ She thought while eying her, certain that cowering nature was not common amongst their kind.

Otherwise, they wouldn’t have the reputation they did.

‘If I could hurt you I wouldn't be shaking so much,' she inwardly mused instead, the cold sweat that dotted her forehead slowly falling as her lips curved up into a shaky smile.

Meanwhile, she was hoping there would be a quick understanding that she meant no harm, because she truly didn’t.

how could she?

"I won't hurt you," she started off, not knowing if she was understood, which was responded to by a deep glare that yet again shifted to the side, as though she searched for more, perhaps her people.

‘They don’t usually move lone,’ (f/n) realized, wondering what happened.

They had their own language too, and (f/n) wasn’t sure if this particular one had learned another beside the one native to her.

(f/n)’s arm was soon outstretched, reaching as far as she could, her hand tentatively offered during the moment, hoping it wasn’t bit off for the attempt.

"Hey..." She breathed, the single spoken utter shaky.

"I want to help you," She assured the creature, all while drawing closer to the cowering being with steps that while shuffled and uncertain, didn’t cease.

'Strange...Are they all this small?' the woman wondered while realizing the female before her was much tinier than the imposing size of her male counterparts, which did serve her some comfort.

She’d also seen their female warriors too, but even then this particular Tarkatan seemed much less fearsome with her lithe form.

- As even from afar they were typically monstrous.

She seemed that way, but perhaps her eyes were playing tricks with her, immediately lured by her shriveled state.

Granted, she was still a terrifying sight with her fierce markings and sharp edges that served as teeth, yet with the cowering nature, she seemed even smaller and somehow sweeter.

'I didn't know they could look this helpless,' (f/n) mused, finding the sight somewhat endearing, the flicker of warmth gracing her heart easing some of the anxiety she felt.

‘I didn’t ever think I'd ever see one as pitiful either, ‘ she then added while gazing at the blood-soaked ground with pursed lips.

The sight was not pretty, nor was it pleasing in any way when she thought of how each injury was gained.

‘She dragged herself here...’ (f/n) determined, feeling even more inclined to offer her aid.

‘You’re a survivor,’

‘But for how long have you been...?’ she wondered, seeing the torn tendons on her ankles, both viscously sliced through with a blade, making sure her legs were only dead weight to be dragged.

‘How cruel, whoever had done this has done so to watch her suffer,’ she deduced.

Otherwise, it made no sense.

“You know,” (f/n) started, "I've always been strange," the woman then mused while gently closing the space between her and the other female, leaving her almost knelt before the Tarkatan woman.

Meanwhile, Her (e/c) colored eyes softened, her expression melting so much that the traces of wariness she had felt evaporated from her very being.

She even felt lighter.

" I have always been like this..." she mused with an outstretched hand, her empty palm still presented.

“From what I recall from my time in this life...” she said while not mentioning her dreams which she knew were somehow a part of her past.

"I think it's love...even if I've never known it... I’d like to think it is because of how lovely it feels,” she spoke, true awe in her tone.

“ Or, perhaps it's mercy," she said without truly understanding, not sure of much anymore. Ever since she’d been taken from her home there were a lot of things she hadn’t quite understood and questioned.

"What I'm getting at is that something makes me capable of saving you... of wanting to save you," she said with a bemused chuckle.

" So, don't be alarmed," she said with a gentle touch to her tone, "I just want to help you," she assured the female yet again.

'I remember what it's like to be held by you...without remembering your face... your voice... your very presence... that same feeling is familiar when I want to touch life.

-When I want to bring warmth.

And now more than ever.. it’s like a calling.

After recognizing you and knowing you more,

it’s like what I imagine you felt looking down at me so long ago.

- before your love dried out.

-before you cast me away. '

And something clicked in her,

‘Of course... this must be that virtue you graced me with,’

"Will you let me help you?" She asked before fully reaching out and leaping past the final space between them.

Contemplation whirled in the other being's face, though understanding soon formed on her features.

her glowing eyes that were wide before shut once into a tight grimace as she accepted whatever fate that was to come.

Having no other choice, A fierce nod was preformed, pleasing (f/n).

With a soft smile, She then nodded back .

"I understand," she breathed before she found herself at true ease before the Tarkatan woman.

Both of her knees fell to the ground as she took a seat, feeling strangely certain of safety.

"I hope I do...” she voiced before a hand fell over the other’s shoulder to ease her onto her spare arm.

Grimacing, the Tarkatan fell back into the hold with struggle before being let down gently.

‘Her body is warm like mine...why is that so strange to believe?’

"Let my mercy wash over you ," (f/n) breathed in a soft hush.

A small vine emerged from a pale, open palm, the color green dancing up before the child's eyes.

Green then sprouted White, and the little closed blossom beneath her nose opened, the sweet fragrance of it greeting her as the fresh petals waved at her kindly.

(e/c) colored eyes were wide with wonder, and a soft chuckle fell to her ears.

"Lovely, isn't it?" her mother said with tenderness, her eyes cast down to her child as she continued to watch the blossom, entranced.

"Hmm..." she didn't speak, instead, responding in an eager nod before she looked up to her mother, her eyes sparkling.

Her eyes danced with more than just amusement, something that Cetrion noted.

" You look to me with such wonder..." the elder mused with a soft chuckle.

"But for now close your eyes instead," Her mother said while gently brushing her fingers down the child's face.

Along the way the gently traveling pads brushed down her offspring's eyelids, shutting the wonderous gaze.

"Now," she hummed.

"What brings life to this world?" she questioned her child, her voice soft, always comforting.

"- What creates?" she asked with a voice so satiny and low, it was almost like a lullaby.

(f/n)'s small mouth moved to speak, but was stopped by a sole finger that pressed itself to her lips.

"Ah..." her mother said while smiling, amused by her young one's eagerness.

"no words.." she breathed.

“Because there’s no one true answer, no one true feeling. Only this,” she advised.

"it comes from here," she started, while a finger pressed over her heart, before both of her hands fell to her shoulders.

They then traveled down until they reached her hands, and for just a moment they rested on her wrists, her thumbs brushing over the collection of veins that lay under her child's delicate flesh.

"And then," she proceeded as she let her fingers graze over her open palms, "It emerges from here," she said with certainty, watching as very slowly, magic emerged from the child's hands.

It was nearly identical to her own light, and she stepped back with a smile, watching the flowing of light bask her precious young one.

The sight of such small hands in hers was truly a feeling like no other, and like the doting parent she was, she stepped back with a hand to her chest, proud.

"You are my child for certain," The god said with pride, a vanity that was seemingly unwashable.

Silently she fell to her knees, her ethereal face before the child as she spoke,

"My darling fruit so sweet and tender..." she murmured.

And like so many times before, it seemed as though she wasn't truly speaking to (f/n), even if she did address her.

She realized her mother was strange at times, though, It never made her cower.

Because she could never quite read through the lines.

Her innocence still existed, obscuring those very lines.

"- grasping to your mother's branch, " the goddess said with a touch of pride still present, and it made the little girl's face burn with humble bashfulness.

"You can create," she told the little girl, reminding her again.

Though this time, at the display of power she was certain. At the showcase of natural talent, there was no doubt,

"- And You can also destroy," she let her know, letting her know the balance that she should uphold.

"This world," she says while over open hand, a little sphere takes shape.

It's decorated by greenery and aqua alike, just like the earth itself, replicated into her very hand.

It was no illusion, no trickery of the eye, but rather a show of her great power; to create an entire planet within her palm, and she let her child see.

- All on a whim.

"It is yours," she breathed before crushing it, just as easily destroying it and turning it into nothing yet again, all with a smile.

Glowing eyes that held entire galaxies watched, entranced.

The familiar voice of her mother was a distant memory that emerged, offering her some comfort as she praised her,

- "You can create."

'I've only ever done this in my garden,' (f/n) thought while running her palms over the female's bloodied leg.

'I think...' She added with uncertainty, no longer certain to what is in her past.

If what she’d seen were her true memories, then this was nothing in comparison.

She also knew browning leaves were nothing close to flesh, yet she was still willing to try.

She eyed the long jagged gash with benevolence the creature had never quite understood and would have studied more if the glowing brilliance that danced over her flesh didn't steal her attention more.

It felt warm, like a ray of sunshine, a comfort she hadn’t known could come from someone else, especially not one outside her kind.

The abused flesh was mended before the gentle pads of dancing fingertips traveled over the length, giving it a final inspection of how tender it was before they moved onto the various carving over her exposed abdomen.

Multiple lines of different depths were carved over her midsection, each jagged and rough.

'What a mess they made of you...' (f/n) noted, her eyebrows furrowed as she trailed each one with a sorrowed gaze.

In disbelief, the outland creature soon scampered up, testing her new health with the movement.

A grand smile expressed her great joy before she found herself gazing at (f/n) again, though lacking the initial startle and caution.

Her enthusiasm very quickly settled as she acknowledged the person who'd made it possible.

She knew humility, as well as loyalty and recognized the gesture of peace.

The female then hovered over (F/n), soon standing at her full height, making (F/n) realize the true difference between them, which was a whole two heads taller.

'I guess they're not so small,' she thought with a small hitch to her breath before she stood too, silently eyeing the other female, showing no fear.

Perhaps a hint of an unsettled air surrounded her, but her posture didn’t shift, nor did her stern face that showed she was ready for anything that came.

‘ I knew the risk, and yet I acted.’ She reminded herself.

‘so now I ask myself ; Would you be kind and show me the same mercy?’ (f/n) idly wondered in anticipation.

‘If your nature is truly that of a beast... then will you at the very least offer me a kinder end?’ She added, hoping that even the most gruesome outcome will be touched by leniency.

After no initial movement, quietly, (f/n) reached out and was grateful to find compliance at her bold act.

Silently, her index and middle finger followed the line of crimson that oozed down the larger being's sharp cheek.

'You are no warrior...' (f/n) thought with sympathy, the blood that caked over the painted marking she wore soon coating her fingers.

‘I know that much.’

'You were nothing more than an easy hunt... for someone intending more harm than glory.

And this was no act of survival on their part.

There was no virtue here;

hunting the defenseless.'

She could accept anyone wanting to survive, slaughtering one of her kind as a form of defense.

-But she could not justify harming a creature that posed no threat, such as the one before her, especially not on her territory.

conflicting feelings on her mere existence surged, though they equalized as she mused,

‘If I want to be accepted as I am, how can I judge a creature who is born differently? who cannot fight against it’s own nature?’

Tenderly, (f/n)'s touch eased before her hand fell to her side and she presented the other woman with a small, halfhearted smile.

After a short moment of peace, a raspy huff left the Tarkatan before she jumped back.

Though, rather than flee, she stared the kind woman down before her hand reached over her chest and roughly tugged at a dangling accessory she wore, tearing the string that had it properly positioned.

She then stretched her arm out to (f/n), stunning her.

" For me?" (f/n) said with surprise in her demeanor before slowly reaching for the held-out piece, not at all shaken, simply surprised.

A brief nod was all she got in response, and it roused a sweet smile from her, the expression more true than the previous one.

'Does this mean a lot to you?' (f/n) wondered. 'Or is this just something you carry around?' She wondered, appreciative of the gesture in spite of what answer would be the truth.

"Why?" she breathed, still smiling, her heart warm.

"Mercy..." there was a single, guttural word uttered before there were no more glances in exchange, the other female running off with lightning speed, using her healed legs at a max capacity to reach her tribe.

looking down at the necklace, (f/n) took notice that the center piece was a tooth, one wrapped with what looked like red twine to make an accessory.

'What is this...?' (f/n) wondered with confusion as she held it up, getting a different angle, 'This looks like a tooth, but it's huge,' She thought with confusion, though still smiling.

Little beads also decorated it, saved from the tear as they were secured by a knot that kept them from shifting.

"- It's a gesture of peace," a familiar voice informed her, and as she heard it, her breath hitched.

Her silent musing was cut short , and the piece she’d been left with was crushed by dread.

Her grasp on the tooth went tight before she brought it to her chest, her steps faltering as she backed away.

'Oh no...' She thought to herself, having thought she'd lost him.

‘You mean to tell me he’s found me all the way out here?’ she thought annoyed. ‘Or has this jerk been following me the whole time?’ she considered, not putting it past him, though wondering how if there was nothing to aid him in that deviousness.

had he watched her the entire time with that smug grin she detested?

" Those things aren't known to be kind," Black said, as though it wasn't clear before, as though she needed to be reminded.

And it irked her.

"It’s rare...but it’s A gesture of peace for your kind act," Erron added while delivering a haughty chuckle, the emphasis on the single word detestable in its obnoxiousness.

Though, she overlooked it as she took in his spit of knowledge with understanding.

It made sense,

"Mercy..." (f/n) then breathed, understanding, her expression softening.

It warmed her to think so.

“I didn’t think it was possible,” she said while thinking back to her previous thoughts of the Tarkatan’s as a whole.

" -And I thought you were naïve, but not downright stupid," He then admitted, shaking his head as a low sigh fell from him.

his right hand went up and calmly his index and thumb held the end of his hat as he tilted his head back to look up at the starless sky.

" she would have eaten you alive if she had the chance," he informed her, and at that (F/n) grit her teeth, her hands fisted to the side.

“-if it had been any other day,” he added softly.

Gone was her face of gentle musing as he continued to talk and belittle her.

'I'm not an idiot...of course, she would have. I'm well aware,' she thought while knowing, the tooth that was in her right palm digging into her flesh.

' but how could I just sit and watch?' she wondered.

" she pleaded with me; With her eyes, she begged.

I couldn't understand her, but I know well enough what plea and much more, mercy are.

-Something you clearly don't know." she said accusingly, speaking through clenched teeth.

How could anyone turn their back?

' How could I just walk away, knowing that there was a chance I could do something? '

‘ I know what it’s like to be cast away... to be forgotten.’

her chin rose higher than he'd seen it rise, and there was a jaded look in her eyes as she offered no room for debate.

‘It’s more than anything you would have ever done you rotten man,’ she thought tiredly.

' Bewitching a cannibalistic beast...' The mercenary thought to himself wearily, watching her, certain she'd yet to understand how remarkable that truly was.

'- One that would have eaten her without hesitation,' he then added with frustration, a tight-knit between his brows as he continued to watch her, gazing at the way she then looked down at her hands.

She’d taken a moment to gaze down at them as though she was reflecting on her actions, processing the ability.

-And what was possibly it’s true extent.

And he, too glared at them because the feat of taming such a beast was outshined by how she'd done it.

It wasn’t just some silly little trick, nor wicked sorcery from what he could surmise.

He’s been witness to enough to know when it was used.

There was no trace of corruption to be detected.

'Just what are you...?' he wondered with the same bitterness laced in his thoughts, though the touch of awe she struck him with was still there too.

The masked man stood beneath the night sky, mesmerized by the moon, enchanted by the beauty to the degree his gaze could not leave its glory.

He waited there, lonesome until the sound of spurred steps approached, snapping him out of the visiting fog of deep musing he's succumbed to.

- It happened so frequently now...so absurdly often.

He recognized it, though it would soon stop.

Once he had her, she would mend his every burden.

- she’d be his fortune and grace.

His shoulders fell further into a slacked state as he craned his head back more, continuing to admire the scenery above.

"You're late," he commented as the hired mercenary soon stopped at arm's length, releasing a short sigh, dissatisfied himself.

"-A prior engagement," The cowboy explained, omitting any more details, but they dealt with a certain vampires' who’s persistence was astonishing.

"Well...it's As expected. you are a busy man after all..." his new client said before turning over to him, " Though I desire your full loyalty once I hire you.

Meaning...I don't want you distracted by anything else." He said firmly, the tone making Erron's nonchalant stance straighten with annoyance.

"Can do," he said curtly, speaking through tightly pressed teeth.

Silence fell between them before a scroll was passed between them.

" Erron Black...Have you ever desired something so fiercely...your blood proceeds with an unnatural flow...?" he asked as he then continued to look up at the pillowey clouds above.

"...It burns hot... with a fire you've never known before..." he adds, the words falling short of the true feeling in his chest, but it was the only thing he could say to quickly summarize it.

His glove-covered fingers danced over his torso as he let out a short huff before finally looking over to Erron, knowing the lunacy of his actions, and his words too.

Amusement danced in his hazel eyes as out of the corner of his eye, he watched the other man look over at him with a sort of disfavor.

-Perhaps his giddiness was strange, unbecoming to him too, but it was something he had trouble suppressing.

"- Perhaps not," he says as he's greeted with a flat look.

'Fire...' Black meanwhile thinks, musing over the very color that burns so brightly, and for a moment he's reminded of his own flame, a frequent companion of his that's been the only one to come close.

Though, it's not worth the mention, because whatever his client harbored then was not simply a fleeting lust and familiarity.

- It was certainly so much more, because he’d never go out of his way like this guy was.

"- Can't say I know what you mean," Black spoke truthfully.

Beneath his mask, the dark-cloaked male smiled with vainglory,

"Of course..." he murmured, because how could he expect anyone to know the feeling?

"My goddess is... one and only," he states.

"She's stolen the star from our sky, and harbors every single one in her lovely eyes," he state, a comment Black muses over as he trails his eyes up to the darkness that hangs above.

"Has she?" he asks with little trust in his words, only entertaining the man with small talk as he rambles on about his target.

Truthfully, he hadn’t cared too much about the ' why's. '

- He never has had following questions, but now as he stares into her eyes, he has far too many.

It was no exaggeration, they truly were beautiful.

"She would have eaten you alive," he repeated, and she was quick to step towards him, her hardened eyes fierce,

"And I would have let her if it means upsetting you," she said sternly, and he can detect amusement in her voice, almost as though it struck her with giddiness to scorn him.

Part of him, perhaps the sadistic side of him considered the idea that maybe, just maybe she’d missed him, and the chance to tease him.

The sound of her voice in that spiteful tone was... anticipated...missed even.

"If it meant I didn't have to fall into your hands again," she sneered after, noticing he had the gun she’d traded right at his hip.

That, or he’d been lucky enough to find an exact replica which she doubted.

Whatever the case, she was displeased.

"- If you end up with nothing then I'll die happy," she added with a large smile, her arms stretched out as though she were inviting the opportunity.

Her heart was fiercely racing, and yet, she felt no angst.

‘Why do I feel so...strange?’ she wondered, not understanding why dread wasn’t the lasting feeling.

Of course she’d been surprised to know he found her, frightened by his sudden appearance, but it wasn't something that consumed her.

His laughter then filled the silence that fell in between as he craned his head back, and a nauseatingly warm feeling festered in the pit of her stomach at the sound.

soon his hands rested at his hips as he looked down at her with mirth.

" A lot of talk for a gal that's seconds away from being roped again," he taunted, earning him a strange smile from her, one he hadn’t had the delight of seeing until then.

It was nearly kittenish, full of mischief, morso cockiness leftover from the fact that she was special in some sort of way.

'It's strange...' she mused.

'beneath this darkness... with all of the unknown surrounding me, and much more this man before me... I feel strange.'

‘Have I missed him?’ It was a question she briefly thought of before she quickly tried to forget it just as shamefully as she tried to overlook how strongly her heart had jumped at the possibility.

He approached her, each step slow, certain as always.

And soon she took in a sharp breath, calculating.

Her leg went back before jutting forward , kicking the sand before her with all of her mustered strength, sending the risen grains toward him in a blinding cloud that forced him to wither.

With a short grimace, he picked up his right hand lifting over his eyes as his left hand took the scarf the red-lined scarf up to his nose to not inhale any of the debris.

He expected her to flee, but to his surprise, she lunged forward, tackling him down as she aimed for his midsection.

In his moment of surprise, she took advantage, immediately reaching for his gun before she sent it flying far with a swing of her arm.

With her other hand, she reached for the other at his side before pointing it down at him with eyes that were opened wide, filled with a surprise of her own.

‘I... I did it...?’

She’s disarmed him, meanwhile, As he looked up at her, his dark eyes were filled with a coat of something that made them seem almost pitch black.

Rather than the scowl of defeat she expected him to present, he offered her a look of initial surprise that settled into amusement.

His features lifted with delight as he looked up at the woman and the pointed weapon so close to him it would be an instant end to his long life.

And while he stared at death, he did what he always did ;

audaciously tease it.

His arms lay stretched out at his sides, nowhere near reaching for her, the attempt not there.

And she felt her heart achingly race as she looked down at him subdued, for the moment.

His only movement was a heaved chest, the heavy rise suspended as he waited, not knowing what was to come.

- but there was one thing for sure, he'd never felt so thrilled before in his life.

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danddymaro · 6 months

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Stunt | Revenant x Reader

Obv. Rev has feelings for the reader.

It's just a fun scenario I considered.

Some Mirage X reader (you'll see)

Wordcount: 487

Stunt

Revenant stared down at the device in his hand, a searing glare shot down at the bright, flat screen that stared back at him with vibrant colors.

The image moved in silence, displaying only a preview before he decided to simply click on it, his curiosity getting the better of him.

-Something in him was burning, somehow aching.

Slowly, he pressed the tip of his finger over the screen, holding in an imaginary breath.

The overzealous brat Mirage spoke, his elated words heightened by that damned smile of his that had begun to become even more infuriating as of late.

" I'm just here with my favorite girl!" he claimed as he had an arm wrapped around you, surprising you as you nearly dropped your recently purchased drink.

It took you a moment to compose yourself and smile too, though, still seeming more entertained with your tea.

Elliot pulled you close, his cheek pressing right against yours for just a second before he pulled back and continued to address his audience instead, something you didn't seem to mind much as you focused on your straw.

Occasionally during the live feed, you laughed, showing no signs of wanting to peel yourself off of his side.

countless shares and comments were left just as curious as Revenant was, and the replies were no better, insinuating something he's tried to not think of.

Lately, you've been busy....is this why?

Him...

"Ohhh man...." he heard a familiar voice mutter beside him, and that breath alone was an indicator of who it was.

The accented rasp in his voice was unmistakable, and it made Revenant feel even more irritated.

The speed demon stood still, and Revenant could see from the way his unobscured, brown eyes glanced over to the screen that he was just as surpised, yet strangely not all too taken back.

" Tough luck amigo," Octavio added as he shook his head, and it made Revenant snatch the phone away from his sight with a low grunt.

"- Like I give a damn," he said back as he pulled back his arm, his fingers pressing down on the device with an iron grip that began to overwhelm the phone, crushing it in a matter of seconds.

And it was something Octane saw and snickered at,

"Right..." Octavio said lowly before relaseing a short sigh, and halfhearted shrug.

“He just snatched your girl right from under you,” he muttered with just a bit of tease.

"- Why should you care?" he added with a little hum, discreetly eyeing the broken piece of technology still in the bot's hand.

He only mused over how much 'Che would have the time of her life gloating over how she just knew the Simulacrum had something of a heart in him.

"You're crazy," Octane said while walking alongside his childhood friend.

"Come on Silva, just think about it," she urged him.

"I've never seen him act so...so unlike himself," she said. " just pay attention," she advised him, and from then on, he had kept a close eye on you and Revenant.

And he was surpised to notice the little things.

Like, your laugh around him.

There was a little pitch you reached that made him roll his eyes when he noticed.

And the bot's eery way of standing over you had become less intimidating the more he paid attention.

Instead, it seemed cheesy, like a man leaning in for some attention, lingering for something more.

Octane then began to chuckle lowly, almost losing himself in a fit of giggles as he wondered what the Simulacrum would do when he found out it was nothing but a PR stunt.

"But just don't tell anyone," you said after he'd caught you and Mirage talking about it.

"I mean, I love my girl," Mirage said with a smile, "But it's just business," he told the other male offhandedly.

"Just a bit of teasing the crowd," he added simply.

"You think anyone could really hold down all this?" he asked while slowly turning as if proving a point, and it made you stare flatly at Octane.

"It's just such a shame," you grumbled, not really convincing anyone you were heartbroken about the reality of your romance.

You loved Elliot, but he really was something of a manwhore, and while he was a funny guy, you pitied the person that actually fell for him.

" Anyways, It's innocent too. We're just spending a bit of time together to get some buzz, especially since they're coming out with new merch for this one," he said while pointing at you, reminding Silva of the new, upcoming event.

"It's really been up to the fans for debate, which is fun," he added with a chuckle, but you disagreed, cringing at some of the comments.

-And the fanart?

You burned with embarrassment at some people's talent.

Meanwhile, Octane nodded, understanding.

Was it meant to tease the bot?

Perhaps, but there was just something exciting about it;

"Senior loincloth, if only you'd been faster," he added with yet another chuckle as he drew back.

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Flattered | Vincent Sinclair x Reader

I watched it again lol.

perhaps fluff, ( YK, as far as slashers can get with fluff)

Word count: 1483

Flattered

Your finger lightly petted the falling wax that gently ran down the long, white candle, toying with it betwixt your thumb and pointer before it cooled into a thin coat over them.

You released a little hum before using a nail to peel off the remains with ease, soon feeling just a bit happy with how soft your skin felt afterward.

Though, the delight was short-lived.

- It usually was.

Boredom had you sitting here with a halfhearted gaze, wondering if you'd ever get out.

The man that held you captive did nothing much but put himself to work, occasionally looking back at you to confirm that you were still there.

As if you could go anywhere else but under his nose.

It made no sense as you didn't know where else you could go but sit, making you wonder why he did so, so often.

"I'm not going anywhere," you reminded him in a soft voice as you then lay back on the bed there.

It was the only thing that had been saved from the touch of the melted substance he worked with, and you were grateful. You were surrounded by it.

"Can't," you mumbled before closing your eyes tiredly.

Like hell you'd try anyways when his brother was lurking anywhere the masked one wasn't.

'I'm better off here,' you inwardly mused.

If you were completely honest, you preferred being stuck with this man instead.

At least he just kept you there at a distance, something the other one had trouble doing when you first got into town.

You didn't even want to think about what he would have done to you if Vincent hadn't intervened, pulling you to him with a sort of claim that had you conflicted.

Because you didn't know if being with him was going to be better or worse, luckily, things had gone pleasantly thus far.

-You weren’t dead and that counted as a victory.

He didn't try and touch you, excluding the few moments his soft hands grazed your cheek, feeling the texture of your flesh to what you concluded was inspiration to his more innocent work.

Gently his fingers trailed the line of your lower lip, and as you tried to follow the movement of the exploring digits, your eyes practically glowed at the act.

He wasn’t stupid enough to think of it as anything other than utter interest, but even then he adored the look you possessed.

You quickly lost your initial cowering when you realized he wouldn’t draw lower than our jawline, or roam anywhere else other than your face.

So, you let him do as he pleased, occasionally voicing out little teases that got you little, flustered responses.

‘Having fun?’ you questioned him while trying not to laugh to much at the way his movements would be interrupted by a sudden, minuscule jerk that would be akin to a stutter in someone’s voice.

You noticed the way his fingers would tremble, and for whatever reason it was ….cute.

For just a moment you opened your eyes again, a half-lidded look pointed to where he continued to run the warm metal utensil over little mistakes he’d made.

You blinked your eyes open wide before you suddenly turned your whole head, your face pointed to his direction, your entire body soon following the movement until you lay at your side, observing.

‘Is that what he’s been up to?’ you asked yourself, realizing how it made sense the amount of times he stared at you, studying.

"Is that me?" you asked with a touch of a smile, asking from where you now sat, your legs hanging off from the side of the bed.

At the finishing details, you finally found yourself eased enough to ask just as he took a step back to give it a final once over.

Granted for the past few days, you hadn't talked , but the simple boredom of all those hours had you begging for some interaction.

At your question Vincent turned back to you and nodded slowly before looking down, shifting awkwardly.

You watched as his hands toyed with the tool he held, and as you observed, you detected what was perhaps bashfulness.

His lack of words made his body language much more exaggerated, that was for sure.

But, of course, you didn't mind much.

"Can...um...can I get a better look?" you asked with a crooked smile, waiting for his response.

His head shot up and he looked at you for a long minute before he nodded.

You weren't sure why, but you felt a bit amused before you walked over to him and the wax figure, eyeing it as it was just at your height.

Your hand went out to touch it before it retreated, and you looked up to the massive man, uncertain,

"Can I?" you asked, afraid to ruin his work.

Though, he nodded fiercely, the hand closest to him hesitating before it reached for yours, guiding it towards your replica's face.

That's where you started, petting an eyebrow before skimming down it's chin.

You then brought the hand to your own face, feeling the difference with awe.

"It's amazing," you said while looking op to him, the single eye that stared you down holding appreciation.

Though, you could hardly see it as it was hidden by the shadow of his mask and jet black strands that had framed his face.

"You're really talented," you told him, flattered by the work, moreover appreciating that he had only used you as a muse and not the base for his sculpture.

"I'm nowhere near your skill, but maybe I can sculpt you sometime, " you joked while looking the work over more.

He even caught the fabrics of your clothes right, making you softly sigh.

It had only been a silly remark, because you doubted you could pull it off anyways, but he seemed elated.

his hands both took your wrists captive as he turned you towards him, the act nearly tearing a scream out of you in frightened surprise. Other than the first time he’d practically tore you out of his brother’s brute grasp on you, it was the first time he’d used any real force.

He lightly shook you as he bent down a bit, looking down with a tilted head, not speaking, but communicating with a nearly muted hum you found somewhat endearing.

Quickly, your terror subsided as you took in his response.

"Ah, You like that idea?" you said with a short chuckle, and he nodded quickly, excited.

"I'll take that as a yes," you said as you eased your wrists out of his grip, only doing so thanks to the dying pressure of his hands.

He'd never had anyone try and capture his likeness.

Not even he bothered to do so.

But you had offered, and it was something he didn't know he yearned for until he watched you try and mimic the steps he'd taken to create yours.

You explained to him how you’d work on a much smaller scale, the figure no larger than six inches, giving you a small enough goal that didn’t require all of his precise touches.

He helped you start of, slowly guiding you with silent advise and little nudges you smiled at.

You were somewhat sloppy, and when you weren't, you were far too considerate, your pace careful, almost afraid of messing up.

Soon after, he let you try your hand while he sat back and watched for hours, giving you the workspace needed to become familiar while he stayed out of the way.

However, it didn't mean he sat back and did nothing, because he found the sight of you moving around his usual workspace to be charming as you copied many of his movements , even the unnecessary ones.

It was cute watching you move around in his apron with no real direction.

He’d help you out, but given how determined you were to do it on your own, he refrained from it after you pleaded with him on the first attempt.

Flattered was in no way near what he felt, because it was far greater.

In his sketchbook he recorded the various faces of your process, the purse of your lips, the lines of frustration and consideration that decorated it too.

-And especially your moments of little victories as you saw your efforts pay off.

Even the light smudges of dried wax you had dotted on your cheeks as you wiped them occasionally had been captured.

He recorded it all on paper, and hoped that after he finished the moments, you thought of them as fascinating too.

Gently his fingers ran down the slick wax that protected his face, realizing how warm he felt beneath the mask, his cheeks flushed with color that spread over his ears too.

for a moment you looked back at him, his living muse smiling preciously.

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danddymaro · 6 months

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Cuddle | Mirage x Reader

sweet fluff where you lay next to Mirage

isn’t he sweet?

Word count: 235

Cuddle

As you lay on your bed, your belly was pressed against the mattress with your forearms fitting snug in between a fluff of assorted pillows.

Elliot sleeps next to you without a care in the world, entirely vulnerable as he continues to snuggle into the comfort of the mattress even more.

He’s a heavy sleeper, one that tends to sleep through the morning time, while you wake up early. It’s not always by choice, but it tends to happen often enough for him to gloat about how you two are a perfect fit.

Sometimes you can fall back to sleep, but on that morning you didn’t feel like making an attempt to try doing so.

-Not when you catch sight of him.

The way he scrunches his face makes you smile, but not any more than when he says your name in a little, whiney voice that has you softly giggling.

You shake your head too, amused, and tickled pink.

His voice is soft, nearly hoarse as he calls for you, not knowing you are right there with him, and the idea that he's in a world where anything is possible, yet he includes you, has your heart soaring.

your face gently warms as you brush your fingers over the messy curls that have become tangled during his sleep. The curls have become frizzed with his nighttime turning, and they've shrunk moreso, becoming tighter springs you adore.

It’s a shame he doesn’t wear his natural hair out more often.

Soon, you can't help but have your fingers skim over one of his eyebrows before resting your hand over his cheek, lightly caressing it before your hand falls to his chin.

The second your thumb brushes over his lower lip his mouth puckers, and you can't help the way you feel, what you itch to do.

You come down to offer him a slow, little kiss to his forehead before you leave a quick one on his lips, in the end unable to resist his charm.

You then slowly melt onto the mattress with a little sigh that morphs into a yawn.

You hadn’t been too sleepy before, but the longer you look at him, and you watch him sleep with such ease next to you, you think that it’s a better deal to cuddle up next to him again.

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danddymaro · 6 months

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Hush | Revenant x Reader

Word count: 180

nsfw

Hush

It's not like he can get you pregnant, but he enjoys the act.

Regrettably, he can't possibly ever give you a child, but with the way he's on you, you'd swear it was the only thing on his mind, that it was his mission to go against reality itself.

He loves pressing down, looking into your eyes the moment it happens.

He loves seeing you try to quiet down before, making a poor attempt to gather yourself together even while you press your plush thighs around his waist, desperate to hold him down.

It's adorable how you look at him with anguish as you press your hand to your face, your gaze someone spiteful as you have the cynicism to blame him for something you're both doing.

-As if he forced you.

-As if you weren't the one with the beautiful pleasing eyes and irresistible pull he can't draw back from.

Little sounds escape you, tiny whimers that make you shut your eyes more, and he relishes in your misery.

"shh…"

You hate when he does that,

-when he leans close and hushes you, warning you that just about anyone nosey enough could interrupt as you're on the ship.

"I hate you..." you seeth, the harsh whisper spoken through a crack in your fingers before he offers a vengeful thrust forward.

"Of course you do," he muses with a low voice as his hands both knead the meat of your hips before gliding his hands down and taking hold of your ankles.

Your thighs are pressed close to your chest, and you nearly break entirely as he releases a nasty sneer,

"Now shut up and cum,"

IM SO SORRY THAT LAST LINE HAS ME GIGGLING, KICKING MY FEET.

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danddymaro · 6 months

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Handsome | Revenant x Reader

Based on one of his new skins

Word count: 981

Handsome

He'd caught you by surprise, your eyes skimming over him at first before they took a long pause, one that lasted long enough for him to notice and feel tense.

He's always been one attentive to his surroundings, - having so many enemies did that to him.

And as the assassin he was now and had been for centuries, he couldn't overlook the feeling of being watched.

Much less, with the intensity in that look directed at him.

"What are you staring at?" said his artificial voice, the underlined threatening tone always present in it, even if you two were fairly accustomed to each other by then.

It's not like you were friends, but you did say hi every now and then, to which he occasionally offered you a dismissive wave, a little acknowledgment that encouraged you to keep greeting him.

It took you a moment to answer, and during that short pause you continued to stare, your eyes wider than they'd ever been as they resumed staring at him and his new attire, which wasn't a simple paint job.

There was a more human touch to his appearance this time, even if it was the smallest bit, and for whatever reason it had you staring.

Slowly, your eyes trailed down, skimming his entire form before your sights fell to your hands and the over-excessive way your fingers toyed with each other, which further surprised you.

You hadn't even realized it.

'Do I always do this...?' you wondered idly before you remembered he'd asked you something.

Shaking your head fast, you choked out a response, "Nothing!" you insisted, peeping out the response.

"I was just...thinking," you added and before you could finish he was already on his way, brushing past you with something close to a grumble, an annoyed one.

After all, idle chit-chat wasn't something he was accustomed to.

His clear bother made you feel somewhat guilty because you weren't doing it to be rude, and you wondered If he got the wrong idea.

You could feel a thick lump in your throat as you swallowed down and he continued on his route, leaving you staring at his back.

'That's not what I wanted to say,' you lamented as you trailed behind him, something he noticed.

Your mirroring steps had him seconds away from snapping at you, from asking you what had gotten into you because it wasn't like he invited you along.

Nor did he imply you were welcome.

Meanwhile, you struggled, wondering Why it was so difficult to offer him a simple compliment.

Sometimes you even stumbled to thank him for proper teamwork, which hadn't happened with anyone else, even when you'd been new.

It's not that he terrified you, entirely, that is.

There were other Legends that sometimes intimidated you, all for different reasons, and yet you remained composed.

"-I meant to say, you look nice," you corrected yourself, your voice softening down right from the start of your praise.

Slowly his steps stalled before he took a pause, while you felt your heart pick up its pace, suddenly feeling excited.

Why? You weren't sure.

But it was enough so, that you hadn't had much time to really think over what you were saying as you stood right behind him, at arm's length.

"You always look good, but today, it's diffrent. Today, you look..."

'He looks...' So many words hit you at once, but only one left you.

"- Handsome," the single word escaped you, and when it did, he finally looked back at you from over his shoulder.

You watched as he looked back at you, the bot taking in the slow realization that shifted your features to a more timid expression that reflected your immediate regret.

Your hands had even moved up, fingers brushing over your lips as you covered your soundless gasp.

Beneath the digits, your lower lip found itself captive between your teeth as he continued to look at you and that endearing face you continued to make.

-Handsome?

Were you teasing him?

He wondered if you were, but judging by the way your eyes looked over at him with helplessness, the consideration didn't last long.

You wouldn't do that, even if you had decided to tease him in some way, it wouldn't be like this.

This wasn't planned at all.

"Is that so?" he asked simply, and you nodded shortly,

"Yeah," you breathed.

Even if it had been so sudden to say so, it was true.

Even if you felt your face nearly melt, you owned up to it.

"hm..."

It took him a while to respond with anything more, inwardly musing over all the diffrent things he could say, ultimately deciding that he'd leave it at that for now.

Mercy was his form of gratitude, and as amusing as it was to watch you look so helpless, he'd grant you that.

Much more, he wouldn't put you through hell for complimenting him.

He'll take the praise, and with a bit of satisfaction too considering that you weren't hard to look at.

'I suppose... there's something about her,' He thought dismissively before he dropped his shoulders with a bit of defeat as he corrected himself on the matter because you weren't just easy on the eyes.

He actually viewed you as quite lovely.

He rolled his shoulders back and he stood tall before quietly turning back with a little, amused hum.

As you watched him leave, you felt your body shrink with relief, your hands slowly falling to your side as you let out a tired sigh,

"What was that about?" you wondered, asking yourself what had gotten into you. There was leftover tension in the air and you sighed at it.

And his response was just as questionable.

Which, while it had been nothing but a simple glance and humored sound, left you feeling nervous, the knotting in your stomach unbearable.

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By Choice | Revenant x Fem reader

How dufuk dat Totem work. Also obv this is before his Rework. Daddy didn't need no fancy shmancy work to be HIM.

Word count: 3528

By Choice

Your first encounter with teh simulacrum was something you hardly forget, and you constantly think of given how different a dynamic you now have.

It leaves you in awe, and he shares the same feeling, unable to understand how a single person can mean so much.

The tanned-skinned woman offers you a stern look, a mix of pity and spite facing you as you look at her with happy eyes that have yet to understand the shift in mood.

She'd just offered you words of encouragement, even if they held playful tease, but now as she looked at you, she seemed rather sour.

-All to your confusion.

"Loba?" you say with uncertainty, your face showing just how concerned you are.

She seemed to have regretted speaking to you in the first place, and the truth was, she'd rather forget who you were now because it wouldn't make sense to remember someone who wouldn't last.

At your address, she tried to force a smile, an unconvincing one that made your earlier valor slack. For whatever reason you felt less confident about your debut.

"It's nothing dear," she said with that same unconvincing curve to her lips.

It took you a moment to understand why, and You didn't have to ask why her expression had changed as you then turned and followed her line of vision, soon looking at the banner next to yours.

'Oh...'

-To think you'd be paired with the synthetic nightmare on your first match as an Apex Legend.

For a prolonged second, you stared at the banners with wide eyes, in disbelief before another contender approached, coincidentally the same who'd be your teammate.

Loba practically sneers as your partner makes his way towards you, sizing you down as you stare back at him with a sternness that wavers the closer he comes.

She doesn't stay long after that, and she doesn't even bother to tell you anything more either, all of which you overlook as you are more concerned with the bot's presence.

You swallow down thickly as your heart speeds and aches in pain, uncertain of what is to come, feeling unfortunate that not only would you have to watch out for potential enemies, but consider your partner a possible hostile too.

To say the least, you were on edge the entire time and were relieved to part ways after. Even if there had been nothing truly eventful about your match other than him shoving you out of the way a couple times.

You clenched your fist each time but bit back saying anything more than a short huff the second time it happened.

You were glad it was over, much more that you came back in one piece. But luck would have it that you'd find yourself working with him more than once, so much that you wondered if it was fate.

You wondered if there was something you couldn't escape waiting for you at the simulacrum's side.

'maybe death,' you mused darkly at first.

-That or the games were somehow rigged.

Though, you pondered if your fate was as horrifying as you had initially thought given how you no longer felt threatened by him.

He was a dick to you, but even his attitude began to ease as time passed, and so did yours.

He went from disliking you, to simply ignoring you....to suddenly being pleasant, earning your favor, something that wouldn't have been too difficult from the beginning.

'Maybe he just takes some warming up,' you mused with relief at your newfound partnership, finding things worked better when he actually considered your plans.

-And from pleasant, he went to confusing.

' Alluring little thing,' he constantly thinks so.

He regularly observes you, memorizing your every movement, even the most subtle breaths that leave you.

He regularly keeps track of your heartbeat and does so with the same tranquility one would find with the sound of gentle music.

He's keen on the existing twinkles in your eyes throughout the day, under different lighting, and inspired by different emotions.

It's all so interesting to him.

You are interesting.

The fixation he has for you digs deep, further than anything else he's ever felt, bypassing the searing wrath that has, until then been his only drive.

Unscathed, he made his way towards you, his long legs reaching you in short strides.

"You came back..." you say with relief, the words leaving you in a low breath. You sure are surprised, he can tell by the way your eyes look at him as though the sight of him is the last thing you'd thought to catch.

-Especially with how he reacted just before he stalked off after your earlier spat about strategies

And you beam as a result, unknowingly letting him know just how much it meant that he turned back.

Before long, slowly his hand fell to your face, the back of his fingers gently drawing down your moistened cheek as you'd just crawled away from the water you'd fallen into during your last scuffle.

Blood gently grazes his affectionate digits, and while he's familiar with the feeling, it's not quite as tantalizing as it's always been.

-And it's been an issue with you lately that he can't seem to understand, or express.

Instead, it's an oddly hollow feeling he feels, even if it's nothing more than a scratch that's marked your face.

Realizing that your pain brings him no pleasure is strange and bothersome, but he doesn't voice his new discovery. Instead, he masks it, pulling back his hand too for being so impulsive.

Why has touching you become such an obsession?

-He burns to know.

"hn...Get up," he demands while helping you up, pulling you by the arm after giving you a quick heal.

Your legs scramble to find ground as he quickly pulls you to him faster than you can gather your thoughts or try getting up on your own.

Though, throughout the trip, you had newfound vigor.

Because If he came back there had to be a reason. He had to find you useful, and you wouldn't disappoint. You'd show the simulacrum that you were just as worthy of a contender, an equal partner that wasn't going to be a commodity like he'd stated before he left you earlier.

As snappy as his words are, you only huff with triumph, nodding, looking at him the entire time with that little twinkle in your eye.

However, as soon as he helped you up, your breath paused and that little spike in courage was forgotten.

You lean close to him as a consequence of his gruff pull, for a second lingering as you look up at him and put on an uncertain face, curious of him as he is of you.

-At least, that's what he would like to imagine; That you are just as interested in him as he is in you.

It's considered, and For whatever reason he stays there by you, silent.

You lick your lips, subtly, not at all seductive, yet all the same, looking alluring as you offer him eyes that question him for every one of his actions that seem so unlike him.

For instance, his persisting hold that has gone from your arm to your side.

A single hand stays there and he watches as you direct your pretty eyes down to the side it resides after looking away from his own sight.

As of late, he's gotten closer throughout every interaction, and you've noticed.

'What's he doing?' You want to ask him, but you feel embarrassed too, silly too.

'He's a robot....well, Simulacrum,' you think with correction. 'Aren't they... somewhat human? At one point wasn't he?' You don't know what to think, but as you remember that, a part of you feels happy.

Something in you warms at the idea of there existing a part of him that holds the emotional capacity you do...that could somehow understand what it is that you are feeling at that very moment.

And your skin tingles as he takes the tiniest step forward while still gripping your hip.

'It's silly right?' you wonder, 'What should I do?' you wonder without direction.

While lost in thought, your hand rises, instinctually drawn to him, but he stops you midway by breaking the moment with a step driven back.

He has to peel himself away from you, being the first to move as he advises you to heal while turning to face east, and you are grateful he does.

It's not like you wanted him to draw distance, but at least he saves you the embarrassment by looking elsewhere.

'Maybe it's for the best,' You think.

"That's where we're heading," he tells you while marking the map, and he threatens to leave you behind again while waiting, eyeing you to make sure you're prepared to move, not missing the way you can't meet his gaze.

-Observant to how you seem to smile as you look at anything but him, even if it's not entirely joy-filled. There's a touch of something more but he can hardly catch it as you do your best to hide your face.

Though, occasionally you slip, and it's adorable as you try and peek at him, much more when you pretend it's not what you wanted.

It's not just enchanting how you look, but why you look that way.

And he's insistent on being the one to cause those reactions, on being the only one you show those precious responses to.

He feels scorned when anyone else can make you happy.

it's sickening at first how much he craves you. It's humiliating to him how he needs to point you to him instead, though, it's watered down when you seem to need less and less of a pull.

it's satisfying when you seek him, when you stop looking at him with question, and merely act on the same instinct he has when near you.

As his hand falls over your cheek, you stand surprised, your eyes peeled wide as his fingers move in soft caresses.

'It's just like before...' you think back to when he'd first done so, to that moment so many weeks ago.

You'd thought about it so much, nearly obsessed over it, and just how excited you felt no matter how hard you tried to pretend it didn't happen.

Your eyes flutter close, acceptant to his cold touch.

Soon, you become eased into the act, expectant of it, and he loves the way your eyes flutter close, taking in a long breath to enjoy the moment like it's an otherwordly pleasure.

The more he repeats the act, the closer he feels you, and before long there's less uncertainty.

Now, he's amused at knowing the touch of his razor-sharp claws can cause you serenity. Furthermore, it's something you need from him as you become bold, taking his kind hand, cradling it in your own as you lead it to your face and offer him sweet eyes and a pout that fills him with the slightest guilt for making you wait.

Never before would he have thought he'd succumb to a simple look, much less one as bratty as the one you pull.

These were the kinds of things he'd see people do and scoff at... How is it that he's now just one in the mass of these annoying, unbearable skinbags?

Curiosity led to experimentation which, opened the path to a routine that brought forth a side of him he forgot existed.

It'd been lifetimes ago since he'd felt the insistency to touch anyone so softly, or even be the recipient of such a feeling.

He soon becomes content with his own fill of affection, moving on without any address.

In a sense, it's like a kiss to you, an 'I've missed you' without words, moreso when it's been longer than a few hours apart.

-And that's another thing, he can't stay away.

It's not long before you pay him back with the same gentle touches, enamored by his every edge and smooth plating, an idea he thought impossible.

He feels almost naked sometimes, far too much, and while it's overwhelming at times, he doesn't tell you to stop or urge you back.

Knowing that he can also fill you with desire makes him feel alive, existent in a realm he's made of something more than wires and programming.

And one day he pushes further, coming down to your lips, pressing his own.

There's no movement from his mouth, and yet you press your soft one to his, pretending there is flesh there.

Your unbothered behavior sends him to the moon as you hold his hands, passionate in the lasting kiss.

He can feel it, your lips on his, the warmth and devotion in what you offer.

Somehow...can you?

'Can a machine love?' Noxx has dared to ask, and even if his genuine curiosity holds obnoxious condescension, it's made Revenant wonder.

-Enough to ask you.

Your eyes open wide, and you look at him with stupefaction.

"W-why do you..." you can hardly ask without stumbling over your words, and he noted your heart is fighting to jump out of your chest, it's restless as it races.

it stills when his fingers catch your chin, holding it there delicately as you continue to lay beneath him, caged down by his outstretched arm.

"You're a smart girl," he compliments because he truly does find you fascinating, even if he teases you.

He considered your thoughts worthy of contemplation, even the silly ones.

" What do you think?" he wants to know.

He wants you to speak the possibility into reality, because if you say so, then he's willing to believe.

He doesn't love himself enough to consider being happy, but if you, as fascinating and wonderful as you are tell him it's possible, then he has no doubt.

he feels something in him sinking as your eyes hold back tears, and he prepares himself for the worst, nearly certain that somehow this has all been too good.

"If I can love one... I'd hope he could feel the same for me," you say as you offer him a smile, a soft one he wants to call his and keep safe.

"If I can say I love you and be sure of it, even when I feel so afraid - could you admit it to me too?" you're begging, because you're at the point of no return, and his question feels like a make it or break it moment.

'Are you capable of that?' you think with worry.

The uncertainty in the question he asks fills you with worry because you know what you feel for him. You love Revenant and were sure every step you'd taken together was one taken with love from both sides.

' Or is this when you tell me... when you show me your true self?'

It filled you with dread to think that this was somehow a game of his, that he was truly evil and treacherous.

it's been on your mind for a while,

'Silly little Girl... you're nothing more than a game to him.' Revenant's voice echoed in your head, startling you.

You thought it had been your teammate at first, that Revenant had found his way to you already, but that hadn't been the case. You couldn't see him anywhere, and you wondered if you'd imagined the voice at first.

The sound of static occasionally fell in the background and you pressed your lips thinly wondering why your comms were failing.

"Rev... I can't hear you," you try to communicate with your partner, though, getting nothing back but choppy static.

Laughter surrounded you, and you grew weary of it.

It sounded just like Revenant, and the more he spoke, the less you were sure it was just your imagination.

"What's happening?" you thought with uncertainty, feeling sick.

There was only one thing you could think of, but you were unsure because this hadn't happened the last time you'd used his Totem. it was nothing similar.

'Poor little skinsuit...' He murmured.

' - used as just some entertainment in between matches where he can do what he actually loves,' he persists, and you had to bite back.

"That's not true," you start with annoyance that soon deters the longer he repeats the words, the more he continues to taunt you. It feels as though you'd been listening to him for an eternity, wearing down your will.

Ignoring him hadn't worked, but it seemed that arguing back was worse.

Laughter follows as a retort before he speaks again,

'It's what he was made for, It's ALL he is.'

The words are spat out, sharp, and sinister.

Just as you find refuge, you look down at your hands, and your breath comes out short and quick, as the air feels sparse.

"he's not like that, " you say as you look down at your empty palms covered in black smoke. "I thought he was, but he's not." you continue.

'Revenant, He's gentle... soft.

he's different with me...' You tried to remember that.

"he's different," you voice.

'ooh?' coos the voice, 'different you say?' he asks.

'I see he's got you all worked up with his fingers. You're familiar with them, but have you ever seen them painted red? Don't you know that same hand has sliced through more hearts than your little one could ever bear?'

"I know already, what he's done... what he is," you say.

'Do you? ' He asks with doubt.

'Do you think he's a victim? that he's some poor, trapped soul?' He asked with scrutiny.

'Aren't you sweet... you pity him don't you?' he asked with amusement.

'you want to save him, right?' he persisted with the same sneer.

'Well let me tell you something, he's earned his place in this hell! No one forced him to be the monster he is! he's made killings far before he was trapped in that body.' He informed you, making you bite your lip down harshly.

'Did he tell you that? of course not, he hasn't even told you his real name, has he?' he asked confidently.

"When he's ready he'-" Your voice died when he interrupted you.

'He knows your every secret while giving you nothing but breadcrumbs.

Sweet, sweet (f/n).

You trusted the wrong person again, didn't you?' he sang as your vision blurred, and you had to admit that stung.

Just the idea...

'That's right...' Revenant's voice starts as your face slowly falls into bleak realization.

'And you were so easy...' he added with a chuckle, 'All he had to do was offer you a little petting, like a dog.

he hardly did anything before you leaned in for more, ' and you recall it.

'Were you that touch starved?' he asked with mock pity.

At that, you closed your eyes tight, and you shook, denying it.

'Love me! love me! Oh please! Look at me! Please, someone love me!

- Pathetic!' The sound of laughter made you shrink.

' Even in this dimension, you're pathetic,' he said with a cackle.

His words continued until Familiar hands took a grasp at your shoulders, holding you tight and making you open your eyes in shock, a strangled breath leaving you.

Revenant, your Revenant in his physical form looked down at you, and as his hands squeezed you, you came to with a start.

"What the hell did you do?" the question came out irate and nasty as he stared at your shaky form, his voice making you flinch as you continued to stare at him with surprised eyes that soon filled with fright.

'This is who he is, All he is....' the voice said before it became quieter, leaving you with nothing but doubt. 'Remember that when he touches you...'

You could only shake your head in denial, not knowing what you were trying to wash your hands of exactly.

Meanwhile, You shook in his hold, and that very expression you couldn't wipe away had him unsettled,

"What did he tell you?" it was the only question he could ask, and you couldn't answer him.

Your voice refused to work, nothing but a small sound came out before you took a frantic step back.

He noticed and pulled you back, his hands refusing to let go. the ends of his digits dug deep into your arms, the grasp becoming aching enough to make you wince.

"Answer me!" his anxiousness deepened through his words and the desperate way he held you.

As you looked up at him, truly gazed at him you remembered how scared you'd been when you first met him, and why.

You recalled one thing: that after all, he was meant for killing.

How could you forget?

'He's right, at least about one thing,' you thought with dismay as the step you took back returned, the foot falling back to its earlier place after he restrained you.

The haunting voice had been right because you can't fight back. even if you had the strength to pry him off, you had no will to draw further.

'it is pathetic...'

Where else could you run to?

there was nowhere else you wanted to go, no other arms you sought for refuge.

-Because you loved him.

And it was the first time you truly admitted it.

Soon, you clung to him, needing to hold him, having a desperation to feel his arms coiling around you.

You'd wondered what it'd be like, and it was as serene as you'd expected, offering you a comfort no one else could.

'Even if this is a game to you, give me more time, let me enjoy this more.'

"Shut up..." your voice stayed soft as you pressed your cheek close to him, " Please... please shut up,"

His voice was no comfort to you right now, especially not when it melted with the vicious one from earlier and you begged him to stay silent.

But you wanted him close.

"Just hold me... touch me... don't let me go...Rev, "

"Stupid little skinsuit," he muttered, still annoyed, though complying with a gradual approval.

He hadn't imagined you'd ever lean on him the way you were now, so desperately.

"I warned you," he really wanted to scold you, because he told you not to touch his totem, that it was only his to enter.

There was a reason for his forewarning.

The longer he'd been with you, and the more he was starting to feel for you, the more unbearable it became to go through it, and he just knew it'd be a true nightmare for you.

His lips grazed the crown of your head, gently pressing down, 'How could I resist?' he wondered, his earlier fury settled.

'Especially when you cling to me like this...'

Though, he insisted on knowing what you were told. It would take some digging, but he'd figure it out. But later, because at that moment, you were more important, comforting you was his only objective.

"Do you love me?" you ask him with that soft tone to your voice that has him feeling sparked with something vibrant.

"Because I love you, " you say while you lean close, and he comes down to try and meet you. His hand shifts to hold your cheek, marveling at the delicate skin and how there's a touch of flush to it.

One of your arms is draped over his shoulder, fingers scrunching the red cloth that covers the back of his head whist your other hand is pressed to his chest.

"Revenant? Do you feel something for me? Something similar?Anything?"

He's always been fascinated by your heart, and he wishes you could feel something beneath your palm. He wishes you could feel how much his heart would be speeding at your confessions and the sensual way you peer at him.

" I feel you mine," is what he first says, marveling at your sight.

"And only you have my mercy," he tells you, as his fingers brush your cheek. Without much thought you turn your head, your lips aimed to brush over his hand.

Successfully, you land a kiss before looking up at him with eyes dimmed with yearning.

"You have what no one else has, or ever will," he says with certain.

"And what's that?" you ask softly.

"- Me." he answers simply.

"My devotion, and conscious loyalty," he affirms. "Something no one, not even Hammond will take from me again," he swore to you and himself.

"With you, I'm a puppet by choice," he said while nuzzling his face to your neck, and as strange as it may be those words meant much more than a simple I love you.

From Revenant, their meaning was profound.

There was a knot in your throat, and to save yourself from what would be choked words you pressed your lips to his, finding your own way to translate the Phrase.

'I love you too...'

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danddymaro · 10 months

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Admirer | Revenant x reader

This is based on this post I saw a long time ago about what rings the legends would gift their darling.

I can’t remember where I saw it and I'm upset because I want to share the inspooooo. All I remember seeing the ring and being like, yee.

cutesy drama

Also I'd love having Seer as a friend. He’s so pretty and artsy!

Word count: 2080

Admirer

The pad of your thumb lightly stroked the tip of your ring finger, all as your eyes looked down at the red gem that glowed so beautifully under the lighting it was graced with, it was mesmerizing.

You'd inspected it thoroughly, twirling the accessory left and right so many times in awe that you knew its every perfect angle, and not once did you think of just taking it off.

- No.

Since you put it on, it's been like a part of you, something dear, and it was something your friend took notice of.

" A rather interesting piece," Seer said with a halfhearted smile as his right hand's palm was presented to you as a motion to encourage you to present your accessorized one.

With a little bemused shake of your head, you placed your hand over his where he graciously took hold of it, capturing your digits between the pads of his long fingers and pressing thumb.

"How lovely, " he mused while eyeing the gem that sat beneath your knuckle, his gaze lasting for a few seconds before slowly traveling up your arm.

Soon after, the mystical blues were trained on your face and the rather flustered expression you wore and tried to mask.

It's like you held in a secret, one you wanted to tell, yet held back from, and it had him softly chuckling, finding it endearing.

For him, it was hard not to smile.

"It's special to you," he then said knowingly as his hold on you loosened, your hand slipping from his lax grasp before it lazily fell to your side.

"Yeah," you admitted with a bashful smile, trying to not to grin any harder.

Someone liked you, really liked you based on how lovely the ring was.

You couldn't imagine it was thoughtlessly bought, because you could only figure that it was specially made for you and no one else in mind as its wearer.

You adored its peculiar craft, the little skulls that sat on either side of the heart-shaped ruby something you appreciated just as much as the elegant black spins that adorned the band and were accented by little diamonds.

So many little gems were fit into a single piece and you had trouble believing it was anything cheap.

'These are real,' you admired, your eyes sparkling.

'And it's all so beautiful,' you added. You had such an attachment to eve, even whilst being someone who ever went out of your way to own such expensive jewelry.

You tried to think of who it could be, who your admirer could be.

Who knew you that well?

- enough to know that, that wonderful splash of red on your finger was to your taste far more than any other gemstone.

'I love it,' you thought as that vibrant red had you thinking of a certain someone.

Your expression notably softens, and your ever-so-observant friend is quick to make a remark,

"You have someone in mind," he notes, but you just laughed it off, trying hard not to put your hopes up, or entertain the thought any further.

"Of course not," you chuckled, waving Seer off.

"But..." you then breathed, "it's the oddest thing," you start while looking down at your gift.

"I came back to my room and just found it there on my nightstand," you revealed.

"-There was this flower there too, "You added as you finally broke your concentration on the beautiful details to look at your friend.

"It was just as red as the stone, " you add with a small smile.

"And whoever had put it there had left all of the thorns in tact, " you told Seer while shaking your head, your voice full of wonder.

"What kind of strange person does that?" you said with a huff before you looked up at the ceiling, a musing hum escaping you soon after.

"-someone who knows you like them that way," he interjects, remembering how much you toyed around with the sharp edges, delicately petting them every so often with a charming affection.

As convenient as they were , you detested dethroned flowers.

At his words your hands are flying to your face, covering up your entire expression of giddiness that simply came to life at that moment, becoming uncontainable.

"I know!" you practically squeal.

You feel so alive, so full of something you can't quite place, but know is making you feel an excitement you'd never felt nor expressed before.

"I have got to be crazy, right?" you then say as you look back to Obi and wildly grin,

"Because I wasn't even angry someone had been in my room," you reveal.

Logically, you should have been, but that hadn't been the case,

" No, the first thing I thought was; wow, I should really plant this," you chuckled.

"- keep it alive for as long as I can; one day grow an entire bush out of that single stem.

And the ring?" you proceed to ask.

"I admired it for so long! heck, I looked at it under every lighting I could and couldn't help but fawn over how beautiful the damn thing is," you say with awe.

"it just made me think of Rev-" immediately your mouth shut, and you looked at your friend with wide eyes as a hand found its way over your mouth.

You'd babbled so much that you'd said too much, and while you seemed horrified, he laughed at your reaction, the warming voice seasoned with mirth,

"I see..." he says, and it's not much he voices, but it has you flustered.

The way his eyes squint together makes him look kittenish, awfully playful as his lips curve into a little smile too.

"No need to feel shy," he enthuses. " I already had a growing suspicion," he says as he holds a fisted hand up to his mouth to hide the way his soft smile morphs into a wild grin.

"Don't start," you plead, because he's poked at the idea before.

However, you'd always had a quickness to deny it, and a slight offhandedness that sometimes convinced him you were telling the truth.

-but this time you'd slipped up, and you'd showed your truth with what you didn't finish saying.

"No need to be embarrassed," he tells you again, though it doesn't stop him from looking entertained.

"But there is a need to feel stupid," you tell him with a soft, blue sigh, and he raises a brow, confused.

"-Of?" he asks.

"You know..." you start, your eyes sheepishly rolling.

'He has the nerve to ask,' you think tiredly.

"He's...well," you find it hard to say as you lightly scratch your cheek," I don't know if he's capable of feeling that way, you know?" you ask, not waiting for an answer back before you continue to talk.

"I know he feels things... but does that mean he can also feel love?" you voice.

"Normally, I've got two feet on the ground, but then with this situation... " you say with briefly shut eyes, "This whole time, he's the only person I could think of," you acknowledge, admitting that there's no one else you'd want more.

- Maybe that’s what it was. That you yearned it to be him, you convinced yourself that no one else could be your admirer.

"He's the one I could only hope it's from," you then confess, and he nods as he listens along.

" Obi, I'm crazy for falling in love with a literal murder machine," you exclaim, your worried expression tilted more toward distress as he looks at you with genuine surprise at your sudden outburst.

"I feel like my heart goes crazy when he's around, like it's trying to jump out to him," you say while your right hand repeatedly pats your chest where the little traitor of a muscle rests.

It’s not like you planned to fall in love. You didn’t choose to, one day you realized it happened.

Against all logic, it swayed to the direction of the simulacrum.

"It's trying to reach him...

- Towards someone that could quite literally tear it out of my chest, “ you joke.

“ Do you know how crazy that is?" you ask him, not noticing how his eyes slowly skim past you to look over your shoulder.

Briefly, the mystical blue orbs hold an even brighter glow before they calm, his expression melting,

"Really?" he asks, and you just let out a tired breath.

You begin to pace left and right, only looking at the ground as your thumb's nail is repeatedly chewed without any real tear, the anxious action mindlessly carried out.

"He's so awful! He's such a jerk...a complete asshole," you then say with a touch of edge, and you faintly register a stifled chuckle coming from your friend.

"But he makes me laugh...and all of his bitterness just makes his sweet moments more special," you immediately add, your voice softening towards the end as you think about how those little instances feel so precious.

"He makes me feel special.... He feels special...unique."

The moment of tenderness ends as you then hug yourself, your head furiously shaking, and it's easy to see you're fighting a battle with yourself. The internal battle your heart and mind continue with is perfectly acted out.

You seem uncertain of anything at first.

Though, suddenly that list of reasons why you shouldn't feel the way you do towards Revenant begins to be outweighed by the reasons why the first shouldn't matter.

" He weighs like a ton! " you complain, thinking about how he's impossible to move, literally.

You think of how much he's teased you with that sole advantage. He’d childishly pressed you against the wall to steal the items you’ve had your eye on before.

" but when I think about having him crawl all over me...when I remember how strong he is..." you say as you bite your lip with a little hum.

Your face steams.

Slowly your eyes drift towards a wide-eyed seer who looks just slightly taken back " you know... remember that dream I told you about?" you then huff out.

"It was him, it was with him, and it's been killing me that I haven't told anyone!" you spill, choosing to fiddle with the ring, twisting it as you tell him.

no one else knew about the infatuation that you're slowly realizing isn't just an

' infatuation.'

Not even the word desire could define it.

"Oh..." you then sound, so much emotion in a single breath as you suddenly deflate,

"-I think I'm in love with him," It's like the realization actually dawns upon you.

You don't just find him pretty, beautiful would be the word, if not mesmerizing.

you're not content with his presence, and happy wouldn't even do justice to what it is you feel.

'Is there a word for happier than happy?' you mused.

Elated falls short, and as you continue to think about it you hide your face in your hands, and the lack of comment that leaves your friend has you suspicious.

After all, he’s always quick to say something.

"You're not going to say anything?" you ask, peeking over at him. "I just realized I'm in love with Revenant and you have nothing to say?" you question him, and he suddenly bursts into a fit of laughter.

"It's the third time you've said it," he tells you, amused that you'd let such a thing slip the first time without even realizing it.

And moreover, that you've said so right before the object of your affection.

Perhaps it was a bit cruel, but you hadn't given him a moment to warn you. He’d made an attempt to by lifting up a hand to stop you from rambling, but in your speech, you hadn’t even noticed.

How was he supposed to know you were going to suddenly lay your heart out?

He feels just a sense of satisfaction realizing how Revenant is frozen in place and utterly silenced.

He’d snuck up on you, initially pressing a finger before his lips to warn seer not to interfere because he wanted to get a quick giggle out of taunting you.

And when you finally turned stiffly towards him with horrified realization, there was a lack of amusement.

“Ah...I think you two have plenty to talk about,” Obi then interjected as he kindly patted you on the back and slipped away, wishing you luck.

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danddymaro · 10 months

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Blind | Bloodhound x (fem) Reader

Not love at first sight, but something close

it takes a single moment for you to be struck by the love bug

Dude, I LIVE for simp/ Bloodhound whether they are a sick Yandere or a sweet, devout partner. I’m trash

Word count: 1123

It took a moment, just a single instance for it to happen.

For Bloodhound, it was as though time had suddenly slowed down, the world giving them a moment to appreciate the wink of time just a bit longer so they could truly cherish it to its fullest glory.

The bullets that had zipped past them traveled at such an agonizingly slow pace, that they felt brazen enough to pick at them from the air and toy with them during their travel.

It was complete lunacy, yet, the Legend felt exhilarated at such a sensation, such a heated rush that felt like a wild surge of electricity had fallen upon them, in a thunderbolt. shockwaves danced over their flesh in little tingles that needed the touch of this very delightful new affection.

Urgency filled them, the newfound desire almost unbearable.

You, who had, until then been someone unknown to them, though pleasant enough to be acquainted with, looked rather lovely.

'No...' they then thought, not going further with the thought without correction,

You looked beautiful, marvelous, too good for words.

- Too perfect to not admire.

'- A gift from the gods,'

Rarely had they ever thought of anyone so divine, and you were one of the only few who had made them think so.

Your pretty lips were bruised at the side, a partial split decorating them from where you'd been hit earlier. You wore it so carelessly, almost unbothered by it after the initial long press of your thumb to it confirming there was a lesion.

You'd both initially landed hot, narrowly escaping the battle with evasive moves that kept you both out of the line of fire that came from competitors fortunate enough to get their hands on a weapon.

And while you'd left with little to nothing in your hands, the fight for survival had been fierce given your lack of gear.

Guided by their Raven’s claw, they pathed way for an escape, a chance to come closer to victory.

Your hair was in various tangles from the travel down, something you'd muttered about to yourself as you'd descended, and it had been something Bloodhound sighed tiredly at.

"What?" you said with a raised brow, offering your partner a cheeky grin.

"You should worry about the battle more than your appearance," they suggested, making you huff out in dismissiveness as you pressed your thumb to your lower lip, the blood that dotted the flesh making you squint hard in annoyance.

"Of course, you would say that," you added quietly before looking away.

You were fairly new and were taking advice from another Legend, one you’d easily befriended .

Mirage had given you little pointers, advising you that good Media was also a part of the gig.

-You had to either look good or look cool.

Besides, after you'd read a couple of the fan's reblogs of you... you decided that perhaps a bit of self-care was needed.

'Being in the public eye sucks...' you thought dishearted.

Bloodhound’s retort was a soft, dismissive hum, though they inwardly questioned why you would be concerned when you presented yourself just fine.

You now found yourself in an anxious flee, weaving through an open space of tall vegetation.

"Come on..." you breathed, hoping your partner pulled through.

It had been a rather risky, yet creative plan you offered to them after looking down at your only gun between the two of you. Though, it was thoroughly thought out as you planned to follow a specific route, calculating every move no matter how fretful and uncoordinated they might have seen to the offending party.

- That was, of course, the plan.

You had only one weapon, a long-ranged weapon with no optics, and much more out of your favor, 6 shots.

"Looks like we got a pretty shitty drop," you said with a low huff, passing the other Legend the sniper with no reluctance, without a question of any sort.

"It is yours," Bloodhound said in response to the offer, quickly skimming their eyes from the offer, and instead searching the trail they'd followed for signs of another competitor lurking.

Because the last thing they needed was to get ambushed.

"I think it would be of better use in your hands," you said kindly, being humble enough to admit that their aim was certainly better.

Afterall, their sight definitely was.

This was a sport to you, to them hunting others had been their life far before the games.

"We don't have much to work with," you started, "But luckily people are still landing, so we might have a good chance of an ambush," you offered with a devious, little chuckle.

"We just have to play it smart," you murmured, mentally preparing yourself because if you screwed up in any way, you were toast.

Meanwhile, Bloodhound had trouble deciphering whether or not the chance you took was admirable, or simply an act of recklessness on your part.

It only made sense to them as to why you got along with the speed demon so much, why you jumped at being paired with each other because perhaps Octane was one of the only other people willing to dive headfirst into disaster and walk out grinning whatever the outcome was.

Win or lose, it was just fun to complete, that was his philosophy, and something you often claimed too.

Momentarily, you smiled at them, an excited grin shot the hunter's way as you craned your head back and got a good peep at your partner from where they'd been posted.

"You're amazing," you beamed back at them, your voice reaching them thanks to the coms. The excitedness and awe you conveyed through those two words had Bloodhound somewhat dumbfounded enough that a simple thank you that felt the custom was released with mild difficulty.

It was strange, but you were greeted with silence, though you didn't seem too troubled by it.

Meanwhile, Their keen eyesight had been witness to a smile that left them stunned, struck by something that left their chest feeling wounded.

From that very moment you ...

You, who had really been nothing but a good, occasional companion had become the center where their life gravitates to, the very essence of allure in every sense, even in your most distasteful moments.

You dug through your new loot, happy as could be while you relayed your finds through the coms as they made an approach towards you.

By then, Bloodhound sees you for what you truly are; a gift from the gods.

You are their destiny, their intended life companion.

Unknowingly you grin at them, and they cherish the expression, reflecting on how you'd always been beautiful.

How could they have been so blind before?

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danddymaro · 10 months

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Got me | Gaara x Reader

A lil fluffy

Could be a friendship/ship

Word Count: 363

Got me

You looked down at the aqua-colored eyes that looked up at you from below. They narrow slightly as the sunlight behind you felt a touch too overwhelming.

Strands of fire red fall over them too, obscuring the sight before they are blown away by a simple blow of breath of yours.

After the small accomplishment, you smile just as those sea-colored eyes fully open, rounded.

The air fans Gaara's face, but rather than cool him off it makes heat rise over his features, gradually worsening before he looks away, his lips pressed together thinly.

"You've made your point..." he said wearily, flustered.

Grains of sand coil around your ankles, willing, but not going further. you can feel the bits of debris make way up your leg, crawling into your clothing too, making you huff out before you pout with a bit of disappointment.

"I'm not teasing you to be cruel," you say, your face demonstrating a softhearted expression soon after.

You did tease him quite a bit, but at that moment, you truly meant no harm.

He relied entirely too much on his sand, and while it'd started off as a silly challenge, the more you thought about it, the more you became stuck on the idea,

" Your taijutsu needs some work," you say just a tad bit smugly before you straighten out your back, though you don't back off. You're still sitting on the sand nin's stomach as you lean back, shaking your head.

"- Lucky for you, you've got me," you said with a hard grin as you point your thumb to your chest.

Silently, Gaara stares at you with the same rounded eyes of before, though they soon slack and he softly smiles at you.

He's not one to take for granted his new bonds, though as he's become more busy with his new position, he's had so much on his mind.

He hasn't even had a proper moment to spend with you, something he feels guilty for.

"Ah...I do, don't I?" he replies back in a tender voice, musing over how lucky he is to have you in his corner, even if you're a bit too cheeky sometimes.

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danddymaro · 11 months

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A sweetheart | Leone Abbacchio x reader

idek.

Based on the most mundane parts of The golden wind boy’s daily activates.

No angst

Word Count: 2742

A sweetheart

The day has gone by normally, which didn’t bother you too much.

Most of the gang was all gathered at Libeccio, the reserved table you sat in attended to with the utmost dedication as a form of gratitude offered by the owner, moreso to Bucciarati himself than anyone else.

Everyone is there, all aside from your leader who had informed you he had to take care of a matter before you left for your upcoming assignment.

So you had time to sit down and enjoy the moment with your friends.

Narancia and Fugo are huddled close, going over a new handwritten assignment the blonde had taken the time to create.

Mista sits to one of your sides.

He occasionally listens, a bored look to his face as he calmly eats his favorite dish, though finding it lacking since it’s the same thing he orders every time he goes.

Abbacchio sits to your other side, his cheek pressed against his knuckles as he enjoys the personal concerto his headphones provide.

- Nothing interesting happens until a pencil snaps.

It’s all tranquil until Fugo erupts, his voice obnoxiously loud as he glares down at Narancia who challenges him back, making you grimace.

You can feel a cold sweat of embarrassment coat you, and you just hope no one has to come back and remind you that this is a respected establishment and not some dingy back ally.

The two men on your either side each have their own reactions.

Reluctantly, Leone pulls the left side of his headphones back, listening while Mista seems just a bit more enthusiastic.

After all, he’s getting dinner and a show, and he seems grateful for the entertainment.

“Dibs on Fugo,” Guido says quickly, nearly stumbling over his words, making Leone grumble, “ I guess I’ll take Narancia,” He says, having no other option.

“What are you betting on this time,” you tiredly ask, your expression lightly soured.

Mista keeps his eyes on the two across while he speaks, “ We’re betting on who’s gonna lose their cool first and swing,” he says.

“You’re kidding right?” you ask with wonder. “ Once Fugo snaps, he’s defiantly striking first,” you say, looking at Abbacchio.

“- And you think Narancia is the one to go with?” you say with a raised brow, making Leone huff.

“Only other option was taken,” he says annoyed.

Meanwhile, the other two continue to bicker.

Fugo stands first, looking down at Narancia with a violent gaze that unexpectantly melts.

As quickly as it heated, it suddenly turned cold, just as his voice,

“I don’t even know why I bother with you,” he then said, surprising everyone with how collected he seems.

“-You Idiot,” he huffs “You’re a lost cause-” and Narancia has nothing to say.

Instead, he stays quiet, looking up at Fugo with wide eyes that soon dash away, which is yet another surprise to all of you.

“Whatever...” he says back, not knowing anything else better to say.

The blonde then shakes his head, stalking away and leaving the room filled with a thick tension that felt suffocating.

“That was new....” Mista said while releasing a low whistle, scratching his cheek.

"What a fucking idiot," Leone grumbled, the insult making Narancia's shoulders sink, the snapped pencil in his hand held tightly after he took hold of it again, and as you suspected he was left sensitive over the argument.

It takes a lot to quiet him down, that’s for sure, and when he did it was serious.

"Abbacchio," you started, disappointment in your tone as you eyed him.

You were ready to stand and go to Narancia to comfort him when Leone stood from his seat instead, his hands in his pockets as he released a low, tired sigh that made it seem like it took everything out of him to rise.

As he came to Narancia's side he spoke, " Not him, I mean Fugo." he clarified, surprising both Narancia and you.

"Of course, he knows what he's doing," There was no question about it.

"He's a genius...so The way he's explaining it to you makes sense to him, but not you right?" The long-haired male asked as he loomed over Narancia.

At that, Narancia nodded, "yeah..I swear Abbacchio, I'm really trying this time," he says while craning his head back to look at the other male.

Granted he messed around, but not then.

He’d managed to learn his multiplication tables, and had advanced quite a bit, moving on to a bit of the harder parts where new formulas were involved.

"But I don't think Fugo believes that," he added, dejected.

"Well, That's what happens when you fuck around so much," Leone responded his words tarty, understanding how the other man could get so frustrated.

"Still..." he then added because he didn’t entirely with the way fugo chose to express it.

"Make sure to take notes this time, And if you're lost ask because I'm only giving you this one chance," he warned as he started, his finger skimming over the first question.

His voice was firm, clear, yet somehow... soft as he verbalized a walkthrough of the steps needed.

You listened as Abbacchio went through the material with Narancia, and if you were being honest, there was something endearing about it.

- maybe even sexy.

'he's a good tutor...' you mused, your eyes drawn to him, the entire time forgetting about your food.

You were stuck in a trance, one that broke once you heard Narancia's elated voice break through the tranquil atmosphere.

"No way!" he said as he looked down at his answer, his eye shining as he saw Abbacchio's pleased smile.

"it makes sense!" he cheered.

"You did good," Leone then praised before he decided to move back, "If you get lost just look back at your notes," he recommended as he traveled back to his former seat beside you.

He brushes shoulders with Mista as the dark haired male stands before the dessert cart, eyeing it with a pout as he considers what would be a good dessert.

- He’d lost interest the second he heard math.

Throughout the move, you couldn't help but stare, perhaps too intensely.

‘Big meanie did something nice...’ you inwardly mused with a tiny, suppressed giggle.

"And just What are you laughing at?" Abbacchio grumbles while he takes his seat again, his stare narrowed as he challenges your gaze.

It doesn't scare you in any way as the hint of bitterness is so obviously a mask to hide how flustered he is.

"Me?" you huff, trying not to smile any harder, especially as out of the corner of your eye you see Narancia continue to look down at the sheet before him, scribbling down his new answers.

A triumphant look is worn in place of his usual, pensive one that more often than not morphs into exasperation.

At the sight, warmth fills your chest and it’s a wonderful feeling.

"-Nothing," you finally say while the spongy sweet before you is delicately picked at with consideration to what will be your first bite.

"nothing at all," you add as you finally find the right start, slowly dipping your fork into your little dessert.

"I just thought it was cute..." you casually admitted while continuing to look down at your treat, missing the immediate flourish of color that filled his face.

Before he can find something to say fugo returns, his expression softened from the previous agitated one he'd sported, "Hey....Narancia," he softly murmured as he walked in.

He seemed sheepish, moreso regretful and you supposed a 40 minute break would do that to anyone.

"About what I said..." he added, "I'm...sorry," he said while taking a seat next to the older male.

"I didn't mean it ; you actually have a lot of potential." he complimented, taking back his earlier comment.

“especially for someone with such a limited amount of education... In fact, I have to admit you've improved in every other subject. " he insisted, and the praise had the dark-haired boy's entire demeanor perk.

“ It says a lot that we’re working on this now,” he further adds.

"Y-You mean it Fugo?" Narancia asked, his voice touched with excitement that someone as smart as Pannacotta had praised his intellect - something that had never happened before.

There was a reason why he hadn't been too concerned about dropping out of school in the first place. Amongst many other things, it frustrated him when he didn't understand much, and he had no trouble letting go of that headache.

"Of course I do, That's why I get so annoyed," the blonde spoke, "I know you can do it, and it seems like we’re both falling short of our capabilities,” he expressed.

“ I'm just sorry it gets the best out of me," he said before looking down at the sheet Narancia had been working on.

"Anyways, lets ke-" his words fell short as he picked up the practice work, then the notebook on its side where new notes had been added.

New handwriting decorates the page, and it catches his eye.

His violet eyes brightened as he skimmed over the pages, and even as they were directed back to his friend, "Narancia, you did this?" he said with an obvious swell of awe as he finds himself going over each new answer.

"I sure did," the teen said with a sure nod, briefly turning back to the eldest male that sat with them, " Abbacchio helped me with it. He broke it down for me just a bit more," he elaborated.

“He gave me different examples too,”

"You're kidding..." Fugo breathed as he looked at Leone, his face melting into true gratefulness.

" I didn't know mathematics was a strong suit for you," he said, amazed at the notes that showed a full comprehension. It was one thing to get the answers right, it was another to show such detailed work in more ways than one.

- enough to dumb it down so much.

Abbacchio softly sighed, "- I was top of my class too..." he revealed.

It's not like he expected anyone to know since he's never mentioned it, but even then he always assumed everyone else would catch on that he wasn't just some idiot.

"An overachiever," he added with a bit of embarrassment, not mentioning how much of a dork he really had been.

"And every now and then I had to tutor some idiot after class," he recalled.

"so...You could've been a teacher, or had gotten some other lame job, " Narancia pointed out, "- like at some boring bank," he snickered, making Abbacchio chuckle.

The number of times his mother had tried to talk him into working in finances had, had him weary.

"I could have..." Leone started, "But I wanted to do something else with my life," he admitted while looking down at nothing.

"I thought I..." he couldn't finish, his lips pursing as he thought about how he'd messed up.

He shook his head of the incoming thoughts before he leaned back on his seat, "Anyways, don't get used to it," he said while glaring at the two other males, his tone changing in just a second.

"I'm not here to babysit anyone, or hold anyone's hand," he grumbled, his tarty words flying over Fugo and Narancia's heads as they simply grinned, realizing that no matter what he said, at the end of the day, he'd helped out.

"so you got the hang of it?" Pannacotta then asked Nararancia.

"Yeah, yeah," he responded, waving him off and continuing with what was left of the worksheet.

Meanwhile, you stand, making your way toward the dessert cart. Instantly, you eye the vibrant red that sits over a coat of creamy frosting.

'perfect,' you think as you reach for it, beating Mista as he finally decides what to get.

"Hey!" his complaint is ignored as you make your way over to your seat, but not without a stop.

As Abbacchio continues to listen to his music again, he has his eyes closed, drowning in the sound before he feels a tap on his shoulder. To accompany it is a familiar scent of perfume that gently tickles his nose, and instantly perks his chin up.

A warm body brushes him, and without any other indication, he knows the presence, reacting to it with the most subtle hint of warmth.

Upon opening his eyes, he's greeted with the sight of a dessert being served, and as he turns slightly he sees you reaching over him from behind.

As you begin to retreat, he sees your smile and much more the darling twinkle in your eye that has him in awe.

The question in his gaze is too easy to read, and to give him some ease you linger close, your voice both coy and secretive,

"That's for being a sweetheart," you say as you decide to pull back, walking passed your seat with the intention of leaving.

Perhaps you wouldn't have had the boldness if you weren't sure you were moments from leaving, already having someone waiting for you.

You had noticed the new arrival just a minute before, letting you know it was time to go.

Bucciaratti stands at the doorway with his arms crossed, leaning against the arch, looking over with amusement as he watches your interaction with the other man.

And while to everyone else at the table, you seemed to saunter away with all of the confidence of the world, Bruno could see the absolute fluster that consumed you, making him turn away with a little snicker.

You seem almost dazed as you reach him, and he softly tuts.

" I see you’re enjoying yourself," he comments, giving you space to walk out first, choosing the gentlemanly route of following behind.

"Enjoying what," you say while battling a smile, trying to look cool and unaffected.

"Teasing him so much," the dark-haired male says with a huff, briefly looking back to find Leone being shaken by mista as he takes the man's shoulders in his hands, moving him back and forth with an animated way of speaking.

- and while Bruno can't really hear what he's saying, he just knows he's praising him.

It all happens as Fugo and Narancia laugh, pointing at the elder male's face that blooms red.

You just know that the others are messing with him, and A flash of guilt hits you before it morphs into delight.

"you don't know all of the things he does to me," you say while shaking your head.

Abbacchio plays with subtle cruelty like he enjoys watching your stomach knot and your mouth dry in response to him.

- Just recalling makes you feel less guilty.

Leone's face is practically glowing, the smile that stretches over his face unbelievably exaggerated as he continues to come closer. He's so distracted he doesn't notice that Bruno is on the opposite end of the hallway, forced to come to a halt before they bump into each other.

"Well this is a surprise," Bruno mutters with a raised brow. " you're in a good mood," he teases while taking a step back to admire his friend's jovial mood.

"If I'd have to guess, I'd say it has something to do with the message I just received," he remarks, going as far as to bring it out of his pocket.

"Bucciarati, he's such a jerk," he reads your message out loud, briefly bringing his eyes back up to the man who continues to smile.

"You, I assume," he said with certainty, and it makes Leone smirk.

"What can I say," he proceeds to say, the way his entire face is glowing proof that whatever just happened between the two of you had left the man with plenty to think of.

"- She looks so damn cute sometimes..." Abbacchio mutters moreso to himself, as though it's all the justification he needs.

Bruno can’t help but let his shoulders fall with a touch of disappointment.

It’s not that he didn’t approve of their relationship, but he did find it a tad frustrating that the two chose to keep playing such mindless games with each other rather than just mature and admit their feelings.

"I think I have an idea, " Bruno replied, not feeling so bad for the other man after all, considering all the times he’s gotten the best out of you.

“Anyways...” he starts, moving forward and explaining to you your destination.

You listen attentively, hoping you’ll come back sooner than expected.

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Icy | Bruno Bucciarati x Reader

mm...zombie mommy

I know the events take place back to back, but lets pretend we have some free time after the beach.

Angsty?

Word count: 2017

Icy

You wake up with somewhat of a start, a little gasp escaping you out of pure instinct as you come to.

It's not a sound that wakes you, or even a movement, but rather, a strange feeling that has you uneasy.

In a daze, you rub one of your eyes as the other skims over everyone else, making sure they're there ;

And they are...mostly.

Every one of them is asleep aside from the one you've realized has been staring at you for far too long. In fact, he seems to hold your gaze for an entire minute without so much as a say, concerning you.

"Bucciarati?” the single address left you, and as it did, it was an immediate snap back to reality for the man. The distant look in his lovely eyes vanishes in that moment before they lightly squint at you as he offers you the gentlest smile, a pleasing expression that’s a mirror to his most inner tenderness.

At the sound of your voice, the intense and stern gaze of his royal blue's deters. Soon, in place was a more softened look that had you even more worried.

Perhaps you were reading too much into it, but It was almost like he was sad.

Though, it wasn’t something you would be too surprised with, because even if none of you had talked about it since...the haunting image of Abbacchio tormented your every other thought.

After all, it'd only been hours since then.

The definite order in Bruno's voice when he ordered you to leave him behind was present in each recollection too, reminding you that you would mourn him.

You'd do so after you completed your objective ; after you made sure his sacrifice wasn't in vain.

- Because that's what Leone would have wanted himself.

You were certain of it.

' Do you think about it too?' you wondered, not knowing the many thoughts that existed within the man before you. Of course he’d seen so much throughout his young life, and has had his fair share of filthy jobs... but it was different when it was someone you loved.

- Someone you considered family.

'Is that what's on your mind?' you continued to silently question, knowing he was stronger than you were, aware that while you could barely hold back tears, he'd been the glue to hold you all together.

Narancia continued to openly cry as Mista looked far in the distance, his typical jovial demeanor turned sour as he fisted his hands and remained silent throughout.

You could hardly see through the tears.

In fact, you didn't even want to scoot an inch farther than where you were as you held onto Leone's cold hand, cradling it as you tried to share some warmth.

"w-we can't...." you tried to protest, your voice completely drowned out by Narancia's sobs and plea’s to not abandon the man.

“Please...” you could hardly form a word without a hitch.

'I wouldn't blame you,' you went on, still admiring him even while wondering if his collected behavior was all a mask as the leader of your group. Regardless, he’s done everything he’s had to to keep you together.

"Are you alright?" you finally asked him, your voice still soft, not wanting to wake anyone else up as you'd finally found a place to rest.

"- Of course," he answered you in a tone that slightly teased you for asking such a question. Meanwhile, his eyes slowly drift away from you, soon traveling overhead to where he could see outside your hidden safe zone.

A small smile still graced him, a lingering of something lamentable still there and making you feel uneasy, even if his voice was nothing but warm comfort directed at you.

"- Don't worry about me," he assured you after.

"You should continue to rest," he then said, surprising you because you hadn't even seen him take an extended blink.

"Aren't you tired?" you asked him, moving closer, and as you did your hand moved, coming near his laying hand that escaped the touch just as it nearly came in contact.

There was a soft pang of hurt within your heart, but you brushed past it, simply looking at him with that persistent worry you couldn’t overcome.

silently, his fleeting hand found refuge over one of his knees as he mused over the question, not knowing how to tell you that he didn't feel much of anything.

- Not since his confrontation with the boss.

he simply nodded his head in denial, choosing to keep gazing up at the clear ceiling with a sudden stern look, the same stern look that had you worried and begging to ask more questions you were sure he'd dismiss.

He had always been frustrating in that way.

He’d always been so easy to talk to while simultaneously sharing none of his own woes.

"You should take the opportunity," he lowly murmured, the advice one you didn't consider much before you responded.

"But...I want..." you nearly fell into silence in the attempt to word your desires, but somehow you managed to gather your courage together, catching the fleeting feeling with everything you could muster.

'It took a moment...' you reminded yourself. 'Just an instance and he was gone,' a nagging voice persisted, reminding you how suddenly your friend had passed without being able to say goodbye.

'- But you're right here,' you thought while looking toward Bruno, your heart fluttering at his very sight, just as it always did.

'The only thing I should be afraid of is losing anyone else... is not being able to say what I feel.' you added with just a touch of hope, a gentle smile gracing you as the thought visits you.

"Bruno...I want to stay awake with you," you voiced, simple and to the point, something that hits him with surprise, much more when he realizes your gaze doesn’t flee.

In fact, You’d never seemed so certain of anything before in your life.

His response was a thick swallow that occurred as his hand tightened over his knee.

You could see his lips purse, the light tension there soon dissipating as he emitted a soft breath that released more of that strange, new sorrow he carried around with him.

The truth was that Bruno hasn't felt much of anything since he came back, at best faint echoes of what was once there, but he was certain it would soon fade away too.

Frequently, he wondered if that gentle flicker in his chest when he looked at you was only a phantom feeling, an echo of what was once there, or if it was truly the love he felt for you existing against all else.

That feeling... was it just a memory? was it something like his heart beating?

He had too many questions, but from what he could gather ; not enough time.

'It's stopped...' he reminds himself, the space in his chest soundless, motionless.

And yet... you inspired something in him, especially as your eyes look at him with that loving light he’s only just realized has longing.

Leone Crossed his arms as he leaned against the doorway, his eyes closed in deep thought.

“Chances are...we won’t all make it back,” he told Bruno as they were earshot away from everyone else.

You were the only one in the room with them, unconscious as you laid on the large mattress, placed there by the dark haired man after Giorno had been fortunate enough to put you back together after an unexpected attack.

“We’ve already had too many close calls,” Leone says with little optimism, though he hadn’t had any other grievances if it meant he’d be able to accomplish something.

Meanwhile Bruno’s hand cradled one of yours, his thumb brushing over your knuckles before he gently let it settle down.

“That was the risk you all took when you joined me.” Bucciarati replied, responding back just a bit to icily as he looked down at you, his gaze set on the remnants of blood that still soaked your lips.

“Of course,” Abbacchio said while pushing himself off before staring at Bruno. “which brings me to my point now,” he said while his eyes settled over you.

“ This is for you,” he said with an apology gaze sent to you as he handed Bruno the envelope he’d crammed in his pocket.

“She’d told me to hand it to you in case anything happened to her... but I don’t see the use in giving it to you after,” he scoffed.

“I'm pretty sure I know what she meant by ‘Anything,’ but if we’re being technical ….this is constitutes as ‘anything,’ “ he said rather smugly as he handed the letter to Bruno.

As Bruno sat beside you on the vacant spot of the mattress, he looked up at Leone with surprise.

“...what is this?” Bucciarati asked softly, and as a response Abbacchio shook his head, chuckling.

“You defiantly need to read it,” he said while giving him a short wave, deciding to leave you two alone.

Leone just knew the contents by having only looked at the way you’d held it to your chest before you planted a soft kiss on it and handed it to him.

Bruno had been so blind, so oblivious that it had had him stunned as he read the contents that had been written down by your very hand.

Yet, what was something that should bring him an immense joy only saddens him furthermore because he knew that it was only a matter of time before the husk he inhabits suddenly shuts down.

'Thank you,' he doesn't say it, but he leans in, his arms pulling you close to him, bringing your body so close to him, you immediately fit together without a struggle.

It’s surprise to you, and your voice catches in your throat. Soon, your chin is right at the bridge of the muscle between his neck and shoulder, resting as you let out a small gasp of surprise.

You try to dive into the feeling of him embracing you, yet find it difficult.

He's cold to the touch, even as he's holding you so close, so tightly you should feel some transfer of heat in between.

Your arms that have crossed behind his back and have been pulling him impossibly close shake, as does the rest of your body.

It's immediate, the way your eyes flood with tears is dreadful, but not much more than the ease they begin to fall at.

For that moment you don't question why he's so cold, instead, you wonder why you're crying, why such a moment feels nearly dreadful, like something grim looms over you both and threatens to pry you apart.

‘Why....?’ its a single question that could take many roads.

The way he pulls you close nearly hurts you, but rather than voice discomfort, you say his name in a way that’s eerily soothing.

Gently, you whisper it by his ear, at a loss for any other words.

"You... feel cold..." it's all you say, managing through the short breaths without a sob, and he says nothing in return.

Instead, he softly shushes you, his hand pressed to the back of your head, cradling you like a terrified child, which is just what you feel like.

A gentle kiss falls on the crown of your head, lasting as he closes his eyes.

He doesn’t dare to try for anything more, finding it insulting to graze your warm lips with his numbed, cold ones. He’s concerned over the scent he emits, about all of the wonderful things you’d written down that now couldn’t possibly be true.

He was even sure that his eyes have lost much of their luster, and he’s just sorry that the last of what you will remember of him will be the grotesque form that now weaves through your lovely strands of hair.

It’s a shame, though with a little smile gracing him he lays his chin over your head,

“Don’t worry about me...” he says again,

“you’ve already brought me joy...”

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malfunction | Revenant x reader

He’s wearing his wolfie skin.

Floofy and stuff

Possessiveness in the sweetest way

Idea: Trapped beneath the beast, you’re at a loss

Word count: 671

Malfunction

The simulacrum had never been so terrifying to you than as he hovered over you, extended claws out and carving into the concrete ground in hard, unforgiving scrapes you were thankful had avoided your flesh.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the way they dented the ground, chipping away with ease.

Every carve was gruesome, and while it had thankfully avoided contact, they neared your ears, digging into the floor without mercy and surrounding you with the grating sound.

The bestial appearance of his current body served you no comfort either as the long snout of a horned beast dragged along the side of your face, inching down to your extended neck in a painfully slow stroke that had you troubled.

You weren't sure why it happened, why your partner had decided to turn against you, but you were suddenly shaken, not knowing what to do.

-Moreso, what to expect.

You were speechless, your words caught in your throat as his had their own difficulty leaving him too.

All throughout, his voice was nothing but harsh rasps as his speech seemed to malfunction. whatever address he made an attempt to spit out became unrecognizable as he continued to loom over you with the same persisting animosity that left your back pressed to the ground in both sheer terror and utter shock.

"Scared of me?" he asked you, and you can hear the smirk in his voice, the very arrogant nature that has you rolling your eyes slowly, dramatically just so he can eat up every second of it.

"Scared of you?" you say with a little snort.

"-As if."

You think back to that very moment, realizing how you'd never been on the other end.

You'd never been beneath him, at his mercy like you were now.

"R-rev..."

You cursed the way your voice failed you, the way you seemed tiny and shaken during every attempt to speak.

You detested how hard you swallowed down too, how afraid you seemed when it was so much more than that.

-Because you never thought he'd suddenly turn back to you the way he was now.

You never thought he'd be so close to slicing into you so ruthlessly.

Your hands fell over dark patches of fur, pressing over the softer material as you tried to push him further, fruitlessly trying to draw space while continuing to look up at him with wide eyes.

"What's wrong with you?" you managed to say, your eyes looking up at him with concern for both of you.

Slowly, your glistening eyes began to close more, the small wince you performed as he released a low growl nearly prying out a few captured tears.

A snarl left him, and it raked you with a cold shiver that coursed through your body in a lightning-flash travel.

"-You're..." The word left him with difficulty and proceeded with strain as he spat out another that stole your breath,

"Mine..."

Your eyes widened furthermore as he finally shifted. He leaned back slightly and balanced on his knees, his hands aiming towards your cheeks, both smothered in large, clawed grips.

His claws dug down over the flesh as he held you at first, but they eased their desperation as he tried to wipe away your few tears.

Your hands slowly lost their strength and the attempt to push him away was lost with the intent. Instead, they traveled up to his face, caressing his face plate, and it seemed to ease him.

It was enough for the insistent fizzling he kept making to sooth down to silence.

Softly, he let out a little sound that had the corners of your lips perked, because he sounded so strangely sweet.

In the most unbelievable way, it reminded you of a whimper.

The hands that had been over your cheeks drew back before they found yours, and you could feel the genuine attempt he had to be tender as they shook over yours.

"I'm right here..." you say.

"I'm not going anywhere."

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What’s written | Revenant x Reader

As soon as Catalyst came out with her lore I was like “YOU KNOW WHAT I”M THINKING RN?” lol

Idea : You start to spend too much time with Catalyst, and Revenant doesn’t like it. Once he confronts her, she offers him a reading.

Word count: 2283

What’s written

Black lips which reflected a nearly cyan shimmer stretched into a soft, small smile as glass blue’s narrowed lightly down at the literature held within a hand.

Catalyst couldn’t help but gently glow before the mechanical beast, the woman not at all troubled by the way he eerily glared at her from afar. She went as far as to act aloof, as though she hadn’t sensed his presence while she briskly lifted her eyes up to him.

It took him a while before he moved, his menacing stalk one she briefly eyed with interest, curious as to what was his game as she watched him flex his fingers, the points awfully sharp and dangerous.

Calmly, she marked the page down of her book before placing it down, her eye skimming over the simulacrum with a mindful glimmer.

“What?” Catalyst said with an eyebrow raised as she acknowledged the dark look he shot her, all while remaining quite unaffected by the animosity he radiated.

As for Revenant, he kept his eyes on her, silently throwing invisible knives at her with the malicious gaze.

Part of him was hoping she’d just drop dead. And another told him to skewer her with his sickle and do the favor.

It’d be so easy, but none were plausible.

There existed one factor, one singular thing that kept him drawn back ; You.

He hadn’t cared much for the newcomer. Much more, he wouldn’t have spared her a thought if not for how much of a liking you'd taken to her.

Especially with how much you’ve been trailing behind her as of late, singing utter praise, showing your favoritism by even buying a bit of the new merchandise already out for her.

You’d said it was out of support, but he’d thought about it so much he wasn’t sure anymore.

“I like Tress,” you say while staring down at your hand.

You looked down at the details of it, the thin lines that exist on it so interesting he can see you trail each individual one with those pretty eyes of yours, and there was hardly a trace of a blink there.

The whole time, your smile is fond while your eyes are terribly soft in serenity, and there’s something about your lovely look that makes him feel incredibly uneasy.

It's like someone's pulling you away, doing so in a painfully slow fashion, and it's unbearable that all he can do is watch.

All he can do is stay by you.

You suddenly look at him with a silence that’s filled with a low, thoughtful hum from you before your entire expression softens, and he can feel anxiousness eat at him.

“Oh...” you say simply before breaking out into a short grin as realization seems to be expressed in that brief moment.

"No one could ever replace you," you say, and he doesn’t tell you how much those words mean to him, even if you say them so casually.

-Even if you’re entirely too playful about it.

He inwardly curses at your buddy-buddy nature.

He detests how now he is no longer the same uncaring beast as before, that now he’s filled with moments of bliss with just your words alone.

Unlike before looming over you isn’t just a game to frighten and tease you, because it affects him more.

Being so close to you makes him feel strange... drugged even.

You're daring enough to caress his cheek, and like the touch-starved creature he is, he leans into it and he wonders if you know how much he yearns for more.

He wonders if you know all of the sacrifices he would have to bring you just to have you offer him something more than those occasional, mocking gestures that have him stupefied.

There's a moment when he looks at you, and you smile at him so prettily he nearly forgets why he feels so scorned by you.

However, it all comes back to him the second you pull back, giving him a cheerful goodbye.

You do so before blowing him a playful kiss, one he scoffs at and turns away from to try and pretend that it doesn’t have its little effect on him.

He knows what it's like to feel envious, scorned for certain, and in the mix there's a touch of betrayal.

Even if you're not his...he doesn’t want any one else to have you.

Lately, he's rarely had a moment alone with you, and it was starting to get the best of him, because he’d gotten so used to having your full attention, and if not that, your presence, at least.

“Don’t tell me…” Catalyst started, “you want me to read your future too?” She asked with a sly grin.

A couple of the other Legends' have toyed with the idea, but she knew well that this wasn’t his reason.

She leisurely rose from her seat before slowly approaching him, her saunter calculated as she eyed him for any movement that’ll say he’ll strike. Her true intent was to stay alive, but that didn’t mean she’d cower before him.

He made an annoyed sound before he spoke,

"I don't need anyone to read my future," he started, and it made the woman tilt her head to the side,

" Oh?" she hummed, "Then why are you here?" she asked, but she already had an idea.

- she’d expected him sooner or later.

With a sly grin, she then tilted her chin up, looking at his right hand as it stayed on his side, practically twitching to rip through something.

Revenant noticed her narrowed gaze and sneered, to which she tutted.

“My...What a gruesome palm...it’s a surprise there’s anything about love written on it.” she comments, and it has the simulacrum curl his fingers down harshly.

There's a minute of silence before he extends his arm, shoving it before her.

“Get to reading skinbag,” he orders and Tressa grins before looking down at the painted metal.

“Lets see...” she starts and she briefly looks up at him through her long dark lashes to see him glare down intently, truly in suspense.

“I see… unexpected content, “ she voices, her voice elevated with amusement towards the end.

"You have a special someone," she says, and he opens his hand furthermore,

“You better give me something good before I slice through you,” he warns icily, a certain desperation there in his voice that makes Catalyst feel a cold sweat drip down her forehead.

She’s now basically stepped into the beast’s jaw, and within her a touch of anxiousness strikes her that curses at her for being so playful with danger. She had a tendency to do so, and now was one of those moments she mused that a little dangle from a high ledge would have been a better rush than what now could end with her severed into bits.

In all fairness, she hadn’t thought he could be bated so easily, or believe her for a second.

"Alright, alright," she says with a little huff as she stepped back, her hands up in defeat.

“I was just kidding,” she says, quick to add more as she watched his eyes take on a fiery, dangerous glow.

" I can’t read yours," she admits, and it makes him sneer, he’s nearly shaking before her words suddenly still him.

"- But, I’ve read hers," she immediately says, not willing to play any longer with him.

" That’s how I know… yours," she proceeds, and even if he didn't have a face, she could somehow read it.

He was silent, and held a heavy set anticipation which was somewhat endearing to her as she noted that it was because of you.

“Speak,” he demands icily to which Catalyst’s shoulders fall.

" She’s… strange, isn’t she? " Tress started with a soft smile because she'd meant it in the kindest way.

To her, it was more than just a compliment ; It was true praise.

“- Loving too," she added.

"How you’ve managed to snare that woman is a mystery to me,” she says with a touch of amusement, though she wasn’t truthful.

She knew what it was that had you at his side.

" Against all odds, she’s completely devoted to you, “ she admits, and his entire stance slacks for a moment as he hears it.

“ -something your just starting to appreciate,” catalyst voices as she fixes her eyes on his.

"- And you are now terrified of losing, " she says with a slight edge.

The synthetic nightmare stands before her with a complete lack of maliciousness, something that only you’d ever had the privilege to live through.

" I see tragedy has touched you: You've survived a sorrow you thought was inescapable," she voices, "Needless to say, you’re strong," she recognized.

"- Resilient," She commends.

" And It’s something others admire too. "

And it’s then that catalyst softly chuckles,

"- Oh," Catalyst peeps, her eyes playfully glowing, giving you some new information.

she then hums before her other hand covers your palm, gently warming it while she brings her eyes to your interested riddled ones.

There's something about the way she looks at you that has you on edge, concerned.

"What is it?" You whisper softly.

With a bit of worry, the woman leans in closer, the hand moving before finding comfort on your cheek.

Her touch is faint, though affectionate all the same,

" You’ve been blind to it," she notes, finding it amusing how you'd unknowingly snared more than one person.

" You’ve moved more than one heart," she reveals to you, and it genuinely surprises you.

Your eyes grow wide before you nearly scoff.

"But," she starts, "How would you notice, when only one of them has you, entirely," she says, and you nearly shrink.

Deflated, you look at her before your eyes melancholically downcast.

"You could see that?" you ask quietly and she offers you a short nod and proceeds to tell you the summery of what has been indicated by the cards she demonstrated you, and your hand.

“can you see who?” you ask.

"He’s... covered in darkness, " she stated and you nod, knowing.

- You yearned to lead him out of it, to hold his hand throughout it and make him feel...human.

"But that's what draws you to him," she muses while tucking locks of her hair behind her right ear, and she's truly touched by your affection.

So much that she feels warm in her chest.

"You're truly are a gem," she states, and you softly chuckle before leaning in closer,

"Can you tell me...is it possible?" you then ask her, anxiously.

"Is there a chance that he feels the same way I do," you question her, "And if not... then do I at least make him feel something?" you ask, and she breaks out in a high-spirited laugh.

"something?" she asks you, " Darling..." she breathes before looking up to the ceiling that’s decorated by hanging gems, " you make him feel everything," she lets you know.

"he hasn't felt anything in so long... you terrify him," she chuckled.

“-And There’s been just as much push as pull between you both,”

And you shake your head, "Terrified of me?" you say while leaning back because you can't imagine Revenant being afraid of you in any way.

He was the same guy that tried to spook you out of matches.

You'd never forget your first encounter. He'd been the same one to snarl at you for requesting an item, but was now the first to hand things over,

Revenant...that awful creature is the same one who continuously looks back to see where you are and has won your heart with that hidden, sweet nature.

“Is that why you’re here?” Catalyst asks with a raised brow, receiving only a fleeting look as Revenant's face points down.

How the hell was he supposed to admit to some stranger that he was jealous?

How was he supposed to admit to her that he’d searched for her with the intention of making her back of... with the possibility of killing her if he couldn’t control the impulse.

He takes a moment before he lunges forward and his right hand captures Catalyst. His entire hand fits most of her slim neck, but he doesn’t bother to lift her up.

He merely holds her, glaring down with a fiery gaze filled with malice,

He fights against the first instinct that tell him to slice through, choosing to simply hold her down.

“Fighting me serves you no purpose,” she tells him.

“I’m not the one that wants to take her from you,” she hinted.

“Then you tell me who does,” he said lowly, and she grits her teeth hard.

She’s panicked, but smart enough to know he’s not truly out for her blood as he only gives her a touch of what is his true carnage.

“ You don’t want to do this...” she says, “ she’s only drawn to you,” she reminds him.

“You don’t have to do anything to win her over,” she adds.

And after some consideration, he let go entirely,

“You’re not gonna say a word about this to anyone , you got that skinbag?” he said as he glared down at her.

Clarity hit him as he realized that while she’d been a threat before, she could be a better ally.

-Besides...even if he didn’t admit it, she was right.

He didn’t want to lose you.

He wasn’t going to.

He’d rather feel your warmth within his arms than stare down at cold bodies.

“ As a token of my gratitude... I'll let you continue to live,” he said lowly.

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