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thedazzlesun · 17 days

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Balalaika x Fem!Reader

(1.5k+ Word Count) (Suggestive material, some swearing)

Note: Reader has gun trauma/phobia

You hear the clinking of familiar metal. You freeze up, quickly trying to get yourself to brush it off. You were surrounded by drinks and idle chatter; it had to be an unfortunate mixture of sounds that you heard. She looks at you in confusion, eyes contemplating whether or not to worry. She shifts and you hear it again, softer. She has a--

You immediately swallow rising puke in your throat. It had to be a mistake. There was no possible way you could hear a soundless gun in the middle of a nightclub. Even if her scars screamed battle, even if she’s still with the military, there’s no way she’d have a gun.

She opens her mouth to offer to get some water, since you’re turning pale and starting to shake but you break yourself out of whatever trance you were in before she can speak.

“Can I get you anything? You haven’t gotten a drink since you came in.”

She had introduced herself as a military captain on special orders, and she was looking for someone who liked coming to this particular bar.

She shook her head.

“Ah, no, thank you. I’d much rather you stay here. My target fancies pretty girls like you, and I don’t want to jeopardize you in case he’s already here.”

She drums her fingers on the table. The acrylic nails sound softly comforting.

“Right, yeah, I’m helpless and defenseless…”

“No, that’s not what I imp-“

“Don’t sugarcoat it. I’ve heard plenty of it working here.”

She looked pleasantly surprised at your bitterness.

“I see.”

“…are you sure I can’t get you anything, miss….”

“Call me Balalaika.”

“I hope that's a codename.”

She smiled, and it looked genuine amidst the atmosphere.

“Why’s a pretty girl like you working at a place like this?”

“Well, uhm, money. They pay me better here because I’m young and pretty.”

“Does it compensate for how you’re treated?”

“It… it’s better than my other job.”

She doesn’t pry. Her fingers keep tapping away on the table. Your eyes keep wandering to them, getting in a small trance as you watch.

Without a new conversation you look around awkwardly, wanting to get away. Not really, you liked where you were. This strange woman gave you a strange sense of comfort. However, your boss wouldn’t be too happy to find that you’ve been with a new customer since you started your shift…

Speaking of the devil, you see him coming out of the back room. He comes over to you after meeting your eyes.

He slings an arm behind you, his grip going to your shoulder.

“What are you doing all the way back here? The party’s in the front.”

“Ah- Well-”

“Is this your boss?”

The two meet eyes, and she smiles dryly.

His grip tightens and he eyes you sharply. A small sign of ‘look at the trouble you’ve made, I'll punish you later.’

“Why, yes. I’m the owner of this place. Would you like a drink? I’ll send my girl here to fetch you one right away-”

“She’s staying.”

Her fingers stop drumming on the table.

He blinks, taken aback. No one ever spoke back to him.

“Sorry?”

“I said she’s staying here with me. Have you been here so long the moans and music made you fucking deaf?”

Whoever this woman was, you loved her.

Your boss began to speak, probably of his authority or something. But then she stood up.

And took a gun out to point at him.

You jolt.

As if on cue, you hear more guns at the ready around you. In barely lit parts of the room, a few soldiers stand with guns pointed at the man with an arm around you.

Right. Military captain…

“Let’s not act like you don’t know who I am.”

Realizing, your boss clicks his tongue and lets you go to storm off.

The guns are back to being holstered.

But the sound is still in your head.

How fast the things were pulled out, almost as fast as pulling the trigger.

Military captain.

She has a gun.

“You have a gun.”

Balalaika sits back down and looks over you.

“Are you scared?” She sounds almost amused, but not in some derogatory way. In an interested way.

You don’t answer and instead pull over a chair to take a seat in front of her.

Most people laughed when you jolted at the sound of a gun.

Her eyes narrow at you, intrigued by something.

You force yourself not to stare as she starts drumming her fingers again.

I want them inside me.

You jolt, surprised at your own thoughts.

Balalaika raises an eyebrow at your sudden movement.

“Something wrong?”

“Ah- no, it’s…”

You swallow, forcing yourself to relax. And you must’ve had blush on your face because she stares a bit longer and smirks. Her fingers tap a few times more, almost on purpose.

And then she’s back to scanning the crowd like she wasn’t able to just enter your head for a moment. Or maybe you’re just that bad at hiding your thoughts.

Her hands soon began to idle again.

You unconsciously bite your lip as you watch, letting the lewd thoughts slip through. She couldn’t read your thoughts.

She can.

A sly smile comes across her lips and her eyes narrow. She wasn’t scanning the crowd at all. She was waiting for you to let your defenses slip.

Your teeth unhook your lip, a slight gasp coming through your lips as well as blush lining your face.

“Are you sure you’re alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

The soft laugh in her voice. Her fingers tapping in sync with your pulse. Those unreadable eyes consuming you…

“Y-Yeah. I’m fine. I- I’m going to go to the bathroom.”

“I’ll go with you.”

When she gets up the chair scratches the floor, and you hear the entire world go quiet. You can see the breath held in her throat. The small flame in her eyes.

You wanted to get away, to take a moment to breathe.

Was she trying to stay by your side to protect you? Or to have you to herself?

You brush some hair behind your ear.

“I… Thanks. If you’re worried about me, I’ll wait. I appreciate you--”

The soft tap of her heels on the floor shuts you up.

She’s closing in on you, heels impossible louder than everything else.

Pink nails reach out to caress your cheek. Her thumb brushes over the corner of your lip.

Balalaika smiles.

“Oh no, I’m not worried. Not anymore.”

Her other fingers tap in unison on your skin, and you know she can feel the shiver you get from the movement.

You turn away, suddenly blushing more at remembering she has soldiers here. Probably watching her for a signal. Watching you.

You swallow, the saliva catching in your throat when she leans closer. “Tell me what’s on your mind.”

Kiss her.

Make her feel how hot you are.

Breathe.

Tell her you want her fingers inside you.

Breathe-

The majority of things you wanted to say were beyond dirty, and you were afraid to death that saying one of them would make her see you as a whore. Nothing but a desperate slut, lonely and needy for attention. Wanting someone to put you in your place.

She leans in closer when you don’t answer, bangs fluttering your face and eyes piercing into your very soul.

Her hand is on your waist.

You gasp.

You see stars, your life flashing in slow motion as she’s so quick to capture your open mouth and steal your breath-

The contact never happens.

Balalaika pulls away instead, face serious and eyes scanning behind you. Her hand on your waist tightens, ready to pull you towards her if anything happens.

You breathe hard, caught in a daze.

“M-Miss?”

“He’s here.”

Disoriented, you turn around. You can’t see a thing. The strobing lights dance across your vision like galaxies, and the people are nothing but darker blobs.

You rub your temple, trying to take a step away from how close she was.

“I- I need some water.”

Her grip tightens and her other hand catches your arm.

“Stay.”

You want to but you really feel like you can collapse any second.

She apparently gives some signal, because a minute later a soldier’s handing you a glass.

Still dizzy, you watch him almost immediately disappear back into the shadows.

There’s a sound of hard leather boots coming close.

You choke on a sip of water, almost spitting it out.

“He—“

Your vision starting to clear with the drink, you look around frantically.

You know you heard it. You knew it had to be who she was looking for.

Her eyes scan your face as you look back to her. There’s confusion and something of intrigue in her eyes.

You close your eyes, trying to focus year ears among the sounds. Nothing was there.

“N-Nevermind. I thought I heard leather boots.”

She raises an eyebrow.

“You can hear that well in here?”

You bite you lip and stammer, brushing it off as 'the music dying down at the right time'. You had always had sharper hearing than most, and she would think you insane if you told her.

You excuse yourself as you see a familiar patron waving at you. They were only a few tables over, and she would still have a view of you.

"I'll only be a moment. Still have to do my job you know, or at least look like I'm doing it."

Balalaika smiles and presses a paper into your hands.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I've gotten what I came here for."

You wonder what she meant, since all she's been doing is chatting with you and scanning the crowd. Perhaps a soldier found something.

She leans in close to your ear.

"Call me if you find yourself in trouble. I appreciate your company tonight, and if you need anything from me I'll always answer for you."

You're immediately caught in confusion, but she's already walking away before you can ask anything. Soon the tap of her heels are lost to the atmosphere.

The patron waving at you calls your name. Suddenly out of your trance, you give a smile and walk towards them.

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