ohhh ohhh can someone help me find this one tamsy fic ;;;; it was smth abt metalhead tamsy x reader and he's some rich nepobaby that loves metal music and theres a section of the fic where the reader gets annoyed with him because he asked them to go to a concert the day before but he was really js teasing and the concert was the next week and then the next section of the fic was them fucking after the concert,,,,
if its alright could you mayb write something for puzzle >.<' he's been one of my favourite arknights characters since he's released and i think hes very underrated and deserves much love ๐ฉท๐ฉท (im very excitedlt waiting for his rock skin to come out to global) :'33 please take care and i wish you well!! <33
โฅ๏ธ not proof-read; possible errors and ooc; reader is the doctor; fluff; gender-neutral reader; pining; yearning; floofity-floof!; he looks beri much pretty, yes yes (โ .โ ย โ โโ ย โ แดโ ย โ โโ .โ ); mentions of puzzle's recorded name (fischer).
แดxแดสแด ษดแดแดแดs: ๐๐ข๐ข! >.< ๐ ๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐๐ก ๐๐ฉ๐จ๐ฅ๐จ๐ ๐ข๐ณ๐ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ ๐๐ข๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ซ๐๐ช๐ฎ๐๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ค๐ฌ๐ค๐ฌ๐ค๐ฌ ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐ญ๐๐ข๐ง๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐จ ๐ก๐จ๐ฉ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ ๐ง๐ข๐๐๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐๐ค๐๐ these ๐๐ฎ๐ณ๐ณ๐ฅ๐ ๐๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ฒ๐๐ (โ .โ ย โ โโ ย โ แดโ ย โ โโ .โ ) ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ข๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ ๐๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐๐ญ๐ญ๐ข๐๐ซ, ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ง๐๐ ๐๐ญ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ~ ๐๐ฅ๐ฌ๐จ, ๐ญ๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐๐ฌ ๐ฅน ๐๐ง๐ ๐จ๐๐ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ซ๐๐ช๐ฎ๐๐ฌ๐ญ! ๐ ๐ก๐จ๐ฉ๐ ๐ ๐๐ข๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ณ๐ณ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐จ๐จ๐ง๐๐ฎ๐ฅ ๐จ๐ ๐๐ฅ๐ฎ๐๐๐ฒ ๐๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ง๐๐จ๐ฆ~ (I had this idea for awhile, so here you go, I'm happy to finally write it to life~ Can't let it collect dust in my drafts, haha. I hope you would like it, I really apologize for the large delays hhh)
The clock on the wall ticked off. Clicking, as its small ornament that dangled off beneath it dangled from side to side, in indication of the later hour that has arrived.
Rhodes Island is home to the most advanced of technologies, and rapidly growing developments amongst innovations. And yet, ever since Puzzle had the chance to become your willing Secretary, he finds himself marveling slightly at how your office still housed antiquities in large contrast to the modernized aesthetics of the base. Such as that clock over there that ticked by, always rendering even the deepest of thinkers to snap back to reality at the sounds of it and be on their way.
The young vouivre won't lie. Your office felt homely, spacious with mixes of technologies yet offered the sense of home and of refined vintage tastes that only most of the Victorian Nobles may possibly acknowledge. For a Doctor, you truly had several sides to you. The strangest yet also the most interesting person he's ever come into contact with. From a commanding persona to the same person he currently could observe within his peripheral vision to be dabbling in something beneath your desk perhaps more interesting than the piles of documents that have been arranged for tomorrow instead.
Puzzle acknowledged how Intelligence Officers like he is, is content to never form attachments in priority of his work and to not leave any loose opening for his trails or possible things to be used as his weaknesses for others to exploit. And yet... It's within your kindness that he finds himself the initially unwilling recipient of your affection.
You'd make idle talk with him, even amidst his musings of being an Intelligence officer. You trusted him for his oaths of keeping all that you exchanged with him as a secret, piece puzzles altogether, share brief yet meaningful conversations and even rest in comfortable silence. It panged at his heart to admit it, but you're starting to grow on Puzzle. His face that normally was so blank, started to possess hinges of fondness in them at the sight of your innocent and relaxed look off from work, by your table at the moment.
It felt almost so traitorous to even think that Puzzle has his heart that beats for none, merely pumped its beats for he still lives, and yet now, you tugged at his heart with invisible strings. People flocked to your cause of varying backgrounds, so it'll be of no surprise that even if you may be able to charm him. As baffling it is to admit to himself.
"Puzzle!" Your enthusiastic voice rang through the quiet room, bringing an end to his train of thoughts as the young Vouivre turned his head up to face your direction as you beckoned him over from where he sat. He smoothens the edges of his clothing, straightens himself up as he rises to his feet, leaving the half-emptied teacup that emanated the faint scent of dried leaves on its own, keeping himself neat to perfection as per usual before he approached your desk with his signatory gentlemanly disposition.
"What is it, Doctor?" He responded with a polite tone, ensuring to keep his expression neutral with a gloved hand up to his chest for a bow as he loomed over your side. Your eyes were gleaming with warmth, he noted as he watched you fumble with something within the confines of your pockets.
He stilled, his breathing hitched as your hands bring out a silver clad necklace with two anchored chainsโ each bound by a magnet at the center, binding it to complete the shape of a heart. Puzzle...was puzzled. Ironically, yes. Could that have been what you've been fumbling with, for a few minutes already within your break?
"Hm... A matching necklace...? I am not one to stick my nose into your affairs, Doctor, but if I may ask..." He paused, his eyes locking with yours. His facial expression remained neutral but you can see the glint of slight interest deep within his lilac-colored hues. "Are you intending on gifting this to someone? Or is it simply for the sake of your collection inside this office as usual?" Puzzle commented, trying to spark a conversation. Since you've been nothing but affable to him ever since he became your secretary, Puzzle did show efforts to try and reciprocate your attention as to match it.
Puzzle is not one to let himself seep into the depths of inadequacy, not when albeit so distractedly, his heart that once was so stiff began to beat in your presence now, would he?
"Mm. I plan to give it to a certain special someone, you see." You tell him, smiling gently before unclasping at the center, parting the heart into two pieces. Your lithe fingers were careful, graceful even as if you were strumming the strings of a lyre as you traced your fingers over both of its metallic edges, clinked at the collision of the chains that you parted before then settling the left one on your palm. You locked eyes with the vouivre before you, and then you extended your palm out to him, inducing confusion into his features.
"Puzzle, you've... been working hard lately and... you've kept me company. I-I know letting emotions dictate your courses of action is never your cup of tea, but really, um... I hope you can accept my gift. I found you..." You paused, shyly looking away but kept your hand extended upwards, in hopes of actually making him accept it even though there's a low possibility of him doing so.
".... I found you to be a good companion to me too, regardless of who you are and how you insisted you're acting as." You tell him, and he froze in place. Puzzle's eyes were wide open, and for once, his normally thin-lined lips parted as he mirrored the emotion of surprise. And of the doctor's words... Puzzle isn't exactly sure how to feel about it.
He had stepped foot in Rhodes Island, in pursuit of the usual Intelligence gathering work, in the guise of seeking treatment and being a willing operator. Never once in his life he'd even consider letting someone such as you, take great interest in a person like him. In comparison, you've got the high ground. And he? He's just a random nobody, with secrets filling the sleeves of his coat. His rationality ached for him to utter rejection or even just neutral acceptance as to not upset you and yetโ
Affection gnawed at heart. His eyebrows furrowed at the feeling, finding it quite unfamiliar and almost uncomfortable yet akin to being buried under a large shower of flowers in the fields. Suffocating for a man who dared not even speak of affection for himself but also a gentle caress to a face and heart that has been nothing but stiff.
You were one puzzle that Fischer can never decipher. Simple yet akin to a sunbeam shower in his life, fraught with cold and dangerous normalcy. The kind of intel that even an intelligence officer himself hesitated to ever give away, so that none of the world may know of your radiance and have it snuffed away.
An Intelligence Officer is only ever special for the intel that they give, not for how they appeared as a person towards others. For once, sincerity bloomed in his heart, overtaking his cold logic for once as if light had found its way to his eyes.
When he lingered a second longer, you awkwardly thought you had trespassed upon his boundaries, an apology had already teetered off your tongue when you gasped lightly at the sensation of his gloved hand reaching up and carefully took the necklace with one heart part pendant into his hand, prompting you to snap your head back towards him in surprise. You've already been bracing yourself for a rejection and yet, was only met with an appreciative acceptance from Puzzle himself.
".... It's lovely, Doctor. You've picked out well. You truly have an eye for such things." Puzzle comments, his fingers now tracing over the necklace, observing it up close. "I... don't usually keep such keepsakes nor tokens from people I temporarily work with." He continues, but then you saw that rare smile on his face, cheeks lightly flushed as if he's mellowing slightly in embarrassment beneath his lilac-colored eyes.
"But... Perhaps, I can keep this one on my person. I'll be sure to treasure it, Doctor." Puzzle says, precise in his manner of speech while the pendant remained in his palm. Being gifted with a heart piece that can only be formed when flushed together... Puzzle can only imagine the implications of such a gesture but didn't dare raise them when he sees your delighted expression.
Your smile was so simple yet bright in his eyes. If he could compose a piece, while he dabbled in his puzzles, he'd definitely call you perfection. A puzzle he's struggled to compute yet marveled at. Anyone who might see, certainly would have something to say about it. But, at this point... To see you happy, is akin to having the same peace of mind he possesses in his retreats to solitude.
".... Doctor, please, allow me." He says, making you blink, your eyelashes fluttering. His shoes tapped on the floor, as he rounded your chair. Puzzle was nimble yet gentle like a bellowing wind that managed to sneak its way inside of the enclosed office. He reaches out for the other half of the necklace off your hands, a quiet permission, to which you granted wordlessly with a dazed expression on your face, letting the cool pendant slip off your hand. Your fingers brushed with his own gloved handโ lingering, and yet you felt warmth radiating off of it, even with the glove that acted as a barrier from a direct contact. You could swear you saw his eyes grow warm too, as he glanced briefly over to you, like an admirer who brushed past his muse down a hallway in stories of romance.
Puzzle doesn't say anything else. He wrapped the necklace around your neck, careful and gentle. He traced his fingers over its chain, letting the coolness of the metallic chain seep in, as he then clasped the necklace close, making you wear it. He then does the same thing, afterwards, to himself.
He loomed over you, leans down and your breath hitched in the next moment when Puzzle magnets the pendants together, forming the perfect shape of a heart, letting it mold together like two reunited hearts that once stood on opposing walls. You have only registered the imagery, when you feel one of his hands reach out to your own, hold it into his, lifted it up with care over his lipsโ pressing the gentlest of pecks like a gentleman.
There needs to be no other words exchanged, when his action alone spoke a myriad of meaningsโ all fluttering right inside your heart that sprang into strings of fast beats.
Even if these two pendants may rust in the future, even if he may have to depart one dayโ
Puzzle would wish, for another chance, to be by for your side again. Not as any other agent, but rather, a companion who can bring you the lengthiest of loyalties that he sincerely gave no other. In the endโ
Puzzle was still swarmed over by emotions. Perhaps just this once, like this gift of yours, he'll let his heart be connected to yours even just for a split moment.
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UAAAH THANK U SM !! ;;;; PUZZLE OH PUZZLE ๐ฉท๐ฉท YOU'VE WRITTEN HIM SO BEAUTIFULLY I LOVE IT SM (โ ยดโ ๏ผโ ฯโ ๏ผโ ๏ฝโ ) ๐ฉท๐ฉท Again thank u sm for doing my lil req!! I pray your days are filled with nothing but joy and again i hope u take care and i wish you more then well!! ๐ฉท (โ โงโ โฝโ โฆโ )
โฅ๏ธ not proof-read; gender-neutral reader; fluff; reader is the doctor; yearning; established relationship; logos returns from a long mission; possible errors and ooc; we adore our beloved Banshee Prince/Lord here; domestic bliss; short fic; some fine dessert after writing some spice; references to penelope and odysseus; comfortt; logos is a gentleman; writing this made me feel sleepy too while imagining logos as a sweet lover (โ *โ ยดโ ฯโ ๏ฝโ *โ ) goshโ I can only dream.
แดxแดสแด ษดแดแดแดs: hii, nonnie! I apologize for taking a bit to complete your request (โ *โ ยดโ ฯโ ๏ฝโ *โ ) but I sure do hope it's worth the wait! I hope you like it! And fr, I relate. I'm none the wiserโ acck I miss him too, none could resist fawning over this pretty man โก
If Autumn is the season of drought, then why has it deprived you of much needed rest and spiraled your heartbeat in circles like leaves spewn around the ground by the blows of wind?
Day after day, the paperworks that remained on your desk seemed endless. Your eyes would squint and twitch in the face of light, and not even your own bed felt so welcoming like before. It lacked the kind of comfort that your heart has come to beat forโ the best pillow you've ever embraced in the form of a living being, whose mesmerizing crimson-painted eyes and smile soft as the clouds. Logos. Your beloved.
It's been days already, since you've started to be accustomed to slipping beneath the covers of bed, your arms reaching into air as you try to drift off to slumber, imagining his smile that would greet you a good night. He was your rest, in a world that moved so fast with the currents. It's in him that you find solace in the piled up autumn leaves in the form of paperwork on your desk. Not even poetry could properly phrase how strongly you felt for this manโ one that you've only realized your heart would yearn for, so greatly, when he had gone off to a mission for his duties. Such is the life of an Elite Operator as he.
To ensure that you won't be so lonely during his brief departure, Logos did promise to write to you whenever he can. The location he went off to is in a remote area, thus, you can't easily switch him up for a call the entire time. Unfortunate. But, the letters he sends do still send your heart beating fast as light, not enough for a heart attackโ but if you could pass from a Banshee's endearing affections, you would've already.
He would update you of his situation, his routine, his thoughts of you and how his mind would trail off idly when you would reappear in his thoughts. Logos yearns for you, as much as he does with you. Every letter he sends has been inscribed with layers upon layers of incantations, which were imbued with spells meant to slip calmness through the tips of your fingers, flow through your veins, moving ever so flowly in rhythm with the pulses that vibrated off from your vital points, and right into your heart.
He can't be there to set his hands down on your shoulders for massaging motions, or press chaste kisses against your skin, narrate stories until you fall asleep to the sound of his voice... Ah, oh, dear. You really miss him.
The mission felt so dragged out longer than you thought. You did trust the heavens that your Banshee Prince would come and return to your side, soon. And then, you'd be able to bask in his warm affections as if you were basking beneath the sun's rays as much as you like. That was always his promise, whenever he returned from his missions. You two are no wedded couple just yet, but acted like it, sometimes.
In times like these, you felt as if you two were akin to those lovers you've read off a book that you've borrowed from his shelves. Torn by war and circumstances, but the man does return even though it had taken him a long pilgrimage just to return to his wife's side.
Fatigue clouded your eyes as you returned to your quarters late into the night, hand clutching onto the new letter that you have received from your beloved. You always save them for comfort readings into the night before bed so that it may at least give your heart solace in his absence.
After cleaning up and adorning yourself in your sleeping clothes, you slipped your figure into the blankets, lifting it up and covering the other half of your body, getting settled into the welcoming yet cold sheets before you then reached for the envelope that lay on your bedside table. Your hands carefully traced the edges of the envelope, tracing your fingers along the invisible yet airy incantations that he has imbued within them as usual.
Your eyes felt slightly droopy, as if it had effectively cast a long-drawn out spell that'll take effect with every word that your eyes would take in.
'My beloved.' The letter would start out. 'Sunshine has finally slipped through the foggy clouds. These lands had witnessed the absence of the morning light, and now, it shall return to them.' it continued, as you rolled to your side.
'With each ray of sunlight that my fingers could feel, the closer I feel to returning to the embrace of my own sunโ you.' you smiled. He never truly wavers into expressing his love for you. You continued to read through it, letting the ebbs and flows of ink bleed into your mind, your heart slowly stilling. Each time you read his letters, you felt as if you were hearing his voice narrate the words inside the letters, right inside your head.
Even in just simple papers, a thin singular sheet that contained textsโ with Logos as the sender, you still felt as if you're being swept away into another world, the same way you'd feel when reading books. He just had that special charm about him.
'.... By the next dawn, may you expect me by your side at last. We'll have all the time in the world together again, by then.' his letter signs off, and your eyes drooped close, as if by gentle commandments of the incantations that he has cast onto the letter, like a child lulled to slumber. Your hands wavered slightly and slowly, the one holding the letter tighter slipped it off of the other's grip, and swayed off to the other side.
The letter that was once so neatly kept, now was formed with slight creases and light folds as you slip into the land of dreams of his making, from a distance.
....
Meanwhile, on Logos's end, he had boarded the transportation for return to Rhodes Island now that his mission has concluded. The rest of his team slumbered, whereas he stayed in his own space, lightly humming the hours away. Just a little more, and he'll be back in your arms. He could barely sleep not when the thought of reuniting with you has filled his heart as a whole.
Resting by your side feels a lot more hits him a lot more different. His heart that feels so restless will only ever find peace once he's next to you, and may submerge into the depths of dreamland a lot more better. Logos knew that you had long days, in his absence. You felt miserable by your desk, and he could only heave a sigh as he imagined the look of dread on your face as you poured over piles of documents. He only could wonder too about how well your present assistant is faring in helping you out with them.
The sun has already risen over the horizon by the time he has reached Rhodes Island. Logos steps out, his coat bellowing alongside the wind, followed by a row of operators that have come with himโ yawning and stretching. They have a long rest ahead of them for a job well done. Now, all he needs to do, as the team leader, is to pass on his report that he's already done sitting all night and return to your side for rest.
Logos hopes that you're still at bed during this hour, so that he may at least catch a glimpse of your slumbering figure, so that his heart may at least be at rest to see you in such a state. His yearning controlled his steps, and in a rush, he walked all the way, passing through the early risers, after he had turned in his report, so that his yearning may finally have its end.
After a while of walking down the hallways, all the way to the dormitory, Logos makes his way into your room, brushed his fingers along the creases of his coat before darting his eyes over to the bed and a small smile appears on his lips. There you are. Looking so deep in slumber. His incantations worked wonders, indeed.
Making his way over to the side of the bed, Logos sits down, shifts his body and as he stares down at your face, he reaches a gloved hand out. Carefully, he places it over the crown of your head for a gentle pat.
"Doctor... I have returned."
Logos whispers softly, his words meant for your ears, even though you still have yet to stir awake from his motions. Slowly, he felt fatigue seeping down on his shoulders and he ended up shifting, careful not to startle you, and laid down on the bed beside you, barely minding the fact that he is still wholly dressed in work clothes. Cut him some slackโ He's been yearning for this moment to gaze upon that lovely face of yours.
The same face that Logos adores waking up to, early in the morning. He continued his gentle ministrations over your head, brushing out your locks that formed into bed hairs, until you movedโ stirring awake. You squinted your eyes open, and looked back with half-lidded eyes to a blinding light.
Logos's hand stilled, still watching you closely, up until you recollect your senses until he withdraws his hand away from you, tints of pink filled his cheeks. Right. He had touched you with no permission, while you're fast asleep, even though you were both lovers. He's a man in love, yet he can only remember his mother's words of being a gentleman echo in his ears.
"Logos?," he hears you call out softly to him as if to confirm that he was no illusion at your side. The curtains made brief low fluttering sounds as the wind made it sway upwards, letting the sunlight pour in. Logos leaned his head down further onto the pillow, and he smiled once more, as if having allowed himself to be deprived of the strength he once carried. He's stood for so long.
".... Yes, it's me, doctor. I have just returned."
The moment he finishes his answer, it was Logos's turn to be surprised when you nimbly reach out and wrap your own arms around him, overtaking his yearning. You leaned down your face over his shoulders, inhaling his scent, and you brushed your nose against the exposed skin of his neck. In return, he embraces you back, his yearning finally taking hold of himโ you showed affection, and he shall do the same.
"I missed you," you whispered softly, as you felt his lips brush the top of your head as he held you close. "The days have been so long without you, Logos..." You continued. Seconds passed by until a sigh escaped his lips, as he felt his muscles relax further.
"Likewise... Doctorโ no, dearest. There's not a day where I did not envision our reunion. But... I am here now, with you, once again. Fret not. I stayed true to my word about keeping safe." He says, followed by a pause. "I certainly do hope that you kept your word about... sleeping in time in my absence, however?." The tint of pink on your ears says it all.
"Hm... That can't be right. Hm, you truly are hardworking. But you must remember that rest is essential, doctor." Logos whispered, as he extended his hand upwards to curl his fingers around the locks of hair that he could entwine his finger around over your head. This season really just happens to be the busiest the entire year, he understands. Logos's concern stretched beyond that of being an Elite Operator, but also, as your lover.
But now, you have won. Spring has surpassed winter. Your heart is blossoming once more with fast pacing of the heart, as it's relit with romance in his presence. You have truly learned to treasure all that's in your hands, when he had been gone for too long.
".... Doctor, may I selfishly ask of you to rest longer with me here?" At his question, you drifted your gaze upwards, tilted your head and saw his dropping eyelids. He must be very tired, you thought. After all, he had come from such a long journey. "I promise... I'll assist you with work later. I simply would like to ask if you could keep me in your arms, a bit longer while I rest."
How could you ever refuse him? You tightened your hold around him as a quiet answer and rested your head against his chest, as you could hear and feel his breathing grow slower.
"Being apart from you... I certainly have learned the full extent... Of how I feel so strongly for you, doctor. I'll always be by your side." He whispers, this time, you close your own eyes. It was a silent yes to his request.
Sunlight kept pouring in, but all was blocked out with the two lovers that have kept one another safe and warm in a shared embrace. Time seemed to slow down, as thoughts drifted away to the sea of nothingness and you were lulled once more to slumber, to join your beloved in the land of dreams.
You have all the time in the world, later, to catch up with him directly and exchange more of those pleasantries that soothed your souls mutually, especially yours. For now, the world shall be at rest. Even in the dreamland, the two lovers have reunited.
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