After decades of self-imposed exile driven by sheer boredom, you return to the Sakamaki mansion. Not as a guest, but as the architect of the brothers' original ruin.
You are a vampire of ancient lineage whose presence once dictated the very air they breathed. Your return is a calculated intrusion designed to see how the "toys" you abandoned have fared in the dust of your absence.
Warnings: mentions of blood, injuries, kidnapping, obsessive/yandere themes
Summary: Caught in the chaos of battle, you’re left behind when Columbina whisks your companions to safety. Powerless and defenseless, you fall into the grip of the Rächer and get dragged into the abyss.
Word count: 1.1k
flowerr: Saw this fine man and I went FERAL. I NEED HIM. I LOVE INSANE MEN LIKE RERIR, SCAR, DOTTORE AND WOMEN LIKE CAMELLYA. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA—
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The fog was thick enough to smother the moon. You walked in silence, boots crunching on the gravel path that wound between jagged cliffs and the restless sea.
Traveler led the way, Paimon floating close at their shoulder, while Flins walked behind — ever the sentinel, his spear glinting faintly with an electric hum.
“Stay close,” he murmured, his tone calm but edged with warning. “These waters… they hide more than they reveal.”
The stillness was pretty unsettling. No gulls. No wind. Even the ocean seemed to hush its waves. That was when you felt it — the prickle down your spine, the sudden weight pressing on the air.
And then, he emerged.
A figure cloaked in crimson and shadow stepped from the mist. Bandage-like wrappings wound around his form, dark aura leaking from every movement. His eyes, sharp as blades, glowed faintly with abyssal light.
Rerir. The Rächer of Solnari.
“You stray far from the warmth of your false gods,” he said, his voice low and measured, like venom poured in honey. His gaze flicked across your group — lingering briefly on you before shifting to Flins. “And you… Lightkeeper. Still clinging to a rotting flame.”
Flins tightened his grip on his spear. “Back.” His order was quiet but firm, directed at you. You didn’t argue — your chest already felt too tight to breathe.
Then chaos erupted.
Traveler lunged first, sword flashing, but Rerir moved with an inhuman speed, parrying with a single sweep of corrupted energy that sent sparks across the stone.
Flins was at their side in an instant, spear crackling with Electro as he forced Rerir back. Paimon shrieked warnings, darting desperately to stay out of range before stopping beside you.
You stumbled as the ground itself split, abyssal roots crawling upward, searing the earth black. Every strike of Rerir’s warped the air, pressing down on you like the weight of an ocean.
“Fragile,” he whispered as Traveler staggered. “Fleeting.” His gaze snapped back to you. “Unchosen.”
Your stomach dropped.
Flins caught the attack meant for you, grunting as his spear shuddered beneath the force. He was bleeding now, crimson staining his medal-lined coat, but he didn’t yield. He never did.
Still… you could see it. He was losing ground.
The moment came like the snap of a thread. Traveler was knocked sprawling, their blade skidding across stone. Paimon screamed, trying to drag them upright. Flins braced as you tried to help him up, but his knees buckled as another blow tore across his guard.
Rerir’s chuckle was soft, cruel. He turned, steps slow, deliberate, closing the distance between you and Flins. Though you remain powerless, you threw yourself in front of Flins, in hopes that he regains his strength.
“No Vision. No power. Nothing to shield you.” His voice dipped lower, intimate, as though the words were only meant for you. “You are the weakest. And yet… fate leaves you here for me.”
Your breath hitched. Your legs wouldn’t move.
And then — a sound pierced through.
Soft singing, eerie and sweet, threading through the fog like a lullaby. The air shimmered, and a girl appeared, delicate as a porcelain doll: Columbina. Her expression was unreadable, her smile faint, almost tender.
With a flick of her fingers, a swell of magic burst across the battlefield. Light swallowed Traveler, Paimon, and Flins in an instant — and they were gone.
Relief surged through you for half a second… until you realized.
She hadn’t taken you.
The fog stilled. Silence stretched. Rerir’s shadow loomed, his eyes gleaming as he realized the truth.
“Well,” he said softly, tilting his head like a predator savoring the moment. “Isn’t this… providence.”
The abyss crept closer, curling around your ankles like dark chains.
You were alone. Visionless. And Rerir was smiling.
How could the Damselette have left you? Didn't she like you? She always sang to you and always asked for your company.
You tried to step back, but the fog clung too thick, your foot snagging against the broken earth. Before you could move again, his hand shot out.
Fingers like iron wrapped around your wrist, yanking you forward. You gasped, stumbling into his chest. His grip was unyielding, pressing your skin so tightly you swore you’d bruise.
“Struggle?” His voice was low, almost amused. “Go on. Show me how powerless you truly are.”
You did — instinct forcing you to wrench against him, twisting, clawing at his clawed hand. But he didn’t budge.
His other hand rose slowly, brushing the line of your jaw. The contrast was maddening — one hand bruising, the other tracing as though you were something precious.
“Visionless,” he murmured, breath warm against your ear. “And yet… you glow. I wonder why.”
He jerked your wrist upward, forcing you closer. Your heartbeat thundered in your throat, panic clawing at every nerve.
“I could break you here.” His words were calm, spoken like fact. “And no one would ever stop me. Not the Lightkeeper. Not your Outlander. Not even that moon goddess.”
The abyss at his feet swirled higher, tendrils curling around your ankles, cool and biting. You flinched, but he only smirked at the way your body trembled.
“Ah… there it is,” he whispered, leaning down, eyes gleaming with cruel delight. “Fear. So much purer than any Vision’s light.”
His hand slid to your throat — not squeezing, but firm enough that you could feel the promise behind his touch. A vow, dark and dangerous.
“You’re mine now.”
Rerir’s grip stayed at your throat, his thumb brushing slowly along the curve of your pulse. His smirk deepened as he felt how frantically your heart pounded.
“You’re trembling,” he murmured. “Good. You should.”
Then, faintly—so faintly you almost doubted you heard it—a voice echoed through the fog. A sing-song lilt, airy and careless.
“Oh… I left the pretty one behind by mistake.”
Columbina.
Your chest seized. Relief should have come, but it didn’t.
"Release them, Sinner. They aren't yours."
Rerir chuckled low in his throat, the sound rumbling against you. “Pretty one…” He repeated it, completely ignoring the moon goddesses threat, savouring the words as though they were meant just for him. His grip on your wrist tightened painfully, making you wince. “Even she sees it. How fortunate for me.”
You struggled, shaking your head, voice breaking out in a gasp. “L-let me go—!”
Instead, he pulled you closer, so close the abyss curling from his body licked at your clothes, searing cold. His lips hovered by your ear, his words cutting deep.
“No,” he whispered, final and absolute. “They can try to come back for you. But when they do… you’ll already be mine.”
Columbina moved to strike but alas he was faster.
The fog swallowed the last glimmer of the path, leaving you with nothing but his voice, his grip, and the abyss.
Leaving you trapped in the Sinner's grasp.
border by :@leilakitya
written by @sungjinwooscertifiedwife
do not copy, or use in ai
reposts are allowed but don't claim my work as yours.
Y'all, have u read a fic and it's an on-going fic so u stay updated for the new chapters and then it proceeds to get unnecessarily long and the plot keeps diverting to the point it's not the plot anymore? And then the MC who was supposed to accomplish something wasn't able to accomplish it and as the fic went longer, that task that the MC was supposed to do was forgotten?
Loves it. Honestly condones it and thinks it's 100% ok when you want to throw hands with other bitches. I swear this mofo even instigates fights just to see you get huffy. Its not his fault that that angry red in your cheeks gets his dick all twitchy and hard.
Baji honestly acts a million times worse about you. It's not that he thinks you'd walk out on him or that anyone could ever take you from him. It's just the absolute disrespect that someone could even attempt it.
But he knows his bitch is down bad. You're leaving hickies and staking a claim on him where ever you two go. It's not like you don't have the love bites to match. Someone would have to be blind to not see that you're both happily spoken for.
He'll match your crazy. You want his gaze only on you? Then keep your focus and save those fuck-me-eyes for him only. You need his constant attention and affection? Then keep that perfect pussy nice and wet for him. You want the world to know who he belongs to? Then get ready to have his name carved into your neck as soon as he's done putting yours on himself.
IZANA KUROKAWA
Expects that and sees nothing wrong with it. After all, you're not a worthy Queen if you can't keep the King's eyes from straying. If he can rule over the nastiest and toughest thugs out on the streets of Tokyo, then you can keep all these other useless whores in line and out of sight.
Loves to walk in on you being toxic and just down right vile to another girl that made the mistake of rubbing her cleavage against him. That pathetic slut was ugly crying by the time you were done telling her how much of an "Disgusting eye-sore." she was.
After every time you shoo off the unwanted advances of some wannabe, he makes sure to reward you. Sitting you on his lap, your personal throne, and cooing and kissing up the side of your neck. Whispering about how much of a good girl you are.
"My perfect queen, such a good girl. The only one worthy of me and my attention." Izana will purr, lavishing your body with the rough caresses of his hands, "The only woman I could ever need, or want."
CHIFUYU MATSUNO
Both relived and worried. Relived because now he doesn't look like such an incredible psycho when he pulls a knife on some asshole that looks at you too long. And worried because he doesn't need you pulling a knife on every no-name slut that glances at him. Be careful baby! He doesn't need you hurting or blemishing your perfect skin.
Chifuyu worships the ground you walk on, he's so down bad for you that the thought of another girl touching him makes him fucking sick! It's more of an insult than anything for you to think that he'd ever give another girl the time of day.
Let him prove his devotion! Don't lift a perfect finger when a girl thinks she can touch him. He'll handle it. And no one will ever find out what happened to that no name whore.
If that's not enough then here, take his knife, carve your name into every part of skin and etch yourself into his very being. All of his body belongs to you and he wants to feel you mark your territory.
The words burnt your throat on their way up, each one more painful than the last.
Well, it was the words or the stomach acid. Either way, it still hurt.
Cassidy didn't even turn around to look at you. He was sat at table, taking sips of the whiskey that you bought him for your anniversary.
Just a few hours prior, the two of you had an argument over his sudden ignorance over you and your needs. He would come home from Blackwatch and not even look at you, instead getting whatever he wanted to eat and going to the spare bedroom in your shared apartment. He left for days at a time, doing God only knows what.
When you brought it up, Cassidy simply told you to just get over yourself. To suck it up and realize that he needed his time alone.
"You could at least tell me when, or why, or what I can do to make things better!" You shouted.
"Look at you, thinkin' you can just make everything better with a flick of the wrist. Well, news flash, you can't. This ain't something that you can just make better. I ain't somethin you can just make better," he spat back before storming off to the guest bedroom.
At that point, you cried. Not much. Never were the tears more than just a few drops that burnt your eyes as they rolled down your cheeks. You went to the room that you once shared and started to pack your bags.
All of your clothes went into the duffel bags and suitcases, along with a few mementos.
You stop at a picture of you and Cassidy on your birthday. He looked so happy. So in love with you.
What happened?
You stuffed it into the bag, knowing that you'd regret it when unpacking the bags. Still, you wouldn't get rid of it.
You couldn't.
As you were making your rounds around the apartment, making sure you picked everything up, Cassidy came out of the guest room with a bottle of whiskey and sat down at the dining table where you two used to eat dinner together.
He didn't say anything. Instead, he popped the bottle open and started drinking.
"You don't need me."
The words burnt your throat on their way up, each one more painful than the last.
Well, it was the words or the stomach acid. Either way, it still hurt.
For a while you just stared at him. What would you say? What would he say? What did you want him to say?
You didn't know.
"Cassidy."
Nothing.
"Cole."
Still nothing.
"I'm leaving."
Finally, something. The cowboy turned his head ever so slightly to look at you from the corner of his eye.
"When are ya gonna be back?" he asked calmly.
You couldn't help but laugh. It was cruel and mocking. All of the pent-up anger you had kept inside until this point came bubbling out.
"Never."
Cassidy made a small "oh," and went back to drinking his whiskey.
That made you angrier.
"Really, Cole? Just 'oh'?! No 'why' or 'don't go'? Jesus, I can't fucking do this anymore. I tried, Cole, I really fucking did. I stayed up for hours every night, waiting for you to come home. I set up dinner dates for us and watched as the food slowly went cold without even a single call. I called you over and over with no response for weeks. I did everything I possibly could. And this is all I get? Just an 'oh.' No, 'please don't go, I love you so much.'" At this point, you could feel tears welling in your eyes, burning them as they fell.
"I wanted you to be different. To be better. I wanted this to work. Because I love you, Cole. I love you so fucking much and you don't seem to give a singular fuck about me. Not one. To you, I'm no better than the dirt on the bottom of your boot. Hell, at least that has a reason to stick around. But I don't. It's been almost a year of this. Of neglect. Of no love. And I don't know why the fuck I didn't leave sooner."
Cassidy just stares at you. Not a word is spoken. Not one. And that's how you know that it really is done. That the relationship you put so much effort into is over.
"I did so much for you. I left my family. Got kicked out of Deadlock. Moved from place to place to visit you on your missions. Didn't go to school. Started working at a job that I fucking hate. All for you. And you won't even look at me for longer than a minute."
"I never asked you to do that."
You just stare. For a long while, you stare at him. You didn't know what to say. How to convey all the pain and anguish and fear and sadness that you were feeling.
So, you didn't.
Instead, you turned around and went to your bedroom, dug the picture out of your bag, and took it back to dining room. Cassidy barely looked at you as you walked in.
Without saying a word, you slammed the glass frame onto the groud. It shattered into thousands of little pieces and the picture of the two of you was covered in them.
"I'm done. We're over," you said before grabbing your bags and leaving.
After a few hours, Cassidy knelt down and started trying to clean the glass up with his hands. Before long he was bleeding all over the floor, the glass having cut his hands.
Deep down he knows he fucked up. That the only person who really cared about him just left.
But he couldn't find it in himself to call you back.
Okay now I understand, how about that Sherlock Holmes! Cassidy concept
-🍀 Anon
Oh! I immediately thought of a good idea for this :) I decided to generalize it and just make him a detective for this story. Although he's in his Sherlock Holmes! Skin for this. This ended up being somewhat modern day too....
Yandere! Detective! Cassidy Concept
Pairing: Romantic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Murder, Blood, Stalking, Overprotective behavior, Threat of kidnapping, Forced relationship.
Imagine Cassidy being a detective, hunting down a string of recent murders happening where you live.
You had come to the station in tears.
A notorious serial killer is running rampant in the streets at night.
You came to report a recent body being found... one that happened to be a family member of yours.
You were nearly inconsolable at the station, sobbing into your hands and fearing for your life.
That was until you met Cassidy himself, a few officers escorting him to you.
You hear them speak to him for a moment before you're eventually left alone with the detective.
Cassidy's voice is smooth as he talks to you, sitting down beside you with care in his eyes.
He introduces himself to you, patiently sitting through your tears.
The detective in front of you has an oddly calming aura to him.
He gives you an encouraging grin before he continues to speak.
"Now, darlin', care to tell me the details of what you saw?"
Your talk with Cassidy goes surprisingly well.
He gives a reassuring smile as you list off what you saw, even giving you time to sob.
For a detective he's surprisingly charming.
By the end of his questions, Cassidy toys with his plaid coat before deciding to close things.
"You did well... I'll be sure to catch the culprit in no time, sweetheart. Are you feeling safe at home?"
For the moment you did and left the station.
The entire time Cassidy watches you go, a strange curiosity in his eyes.
Throughout the investigation you end up befriending Cassidy, who ends up acting as a comforting figure in your life.
He becomes a shoulder for you to cry on, often visiting to discuss what he's found so far.
You don't mind as you trust him... his presence makes you feel safe knowing he's out hunting down the murderer who tormented your family.
He knew of your fear and felt like you needed someone to comfort you.
You never really understood why Cassidy seemed so insistent on being around you...
But maybe he's like this for other victims too?
It seems strange... yet your grief clouds your judgment.
As the case continues and more murders occur around the area, you begin to feel unsafe.
You find yourself speaking to Detective Cassidy one evening, tired eyes looking at him meekly.
You haven't been sleeping well due to the stress.
You don't feel safe alone, like you're being watched.
You're plagued with bloody nightmares of the night your family member was murdered, a hooded face taunting you.
You admit you feel like you're being watched, which seems to pique the detective's interest.
"You feel you're being watched, darlin'?"
Cassidy's voice is soft, a hand reaching out to gently rub your back.
"Do you need someone to protect you?"
You nod, asking for an officer to be sent to watch your home.
Cassidy, however, has a better idea.
"How about I go with you? That way I can catch this murderer in case they come after you?"
Trusting Cassidy's comforting charm, you agree to let him stay at your home.
This happens a few nights, actually.
The detective usually dwells in your guest room, exploring your home for any potential exits or weaknesses.
Before you go to bed, Cassidy always offers his company.
He sits on your couch with playful comments, always offering smiles.
He's always armed with a singular handgun in case the murderer tries to break into you home.
Even when you head to bed... Cassidy stays up to watch the area.
For a few days such a setup works.
You become quite close to the detective and feel safer when he's there.
You can even ignore the strange anxious feeling you get as long as he's around.
But it isn't long before Cassidy's called off for another murder... leaving you alone in your home.
You call a friend or family member to make you feel less alone while Cassidy continues his hunt.
While you still feel anxious... you have them to keep you company.
You give them the guest room to rest in while you are still in your old room.
For the first time in a long while... you feel oddly at peace.
The moon trickles through your window... and you feel like you can finally rest...
It might just be your sleep deprived body giving up, yet you take the bait...
....
Only to wake up to a struggle, a scream...
A gunshot.
You jump up in your bed, your home eerily quiet.
As you hold your breath, you hear shuffling and heavy boots hitting wood.
It sounds like someone curses under their breath before you hear more walking around.
You reach for your phone to call Cassidy, to plead for him to help you...
The murderer is here and you need help.
You input the number, hoping for it to ring...
Only for it to go off somewhere... close?
You're stunned, swearing you heard a phone ring...
Then your bedroom door bursts open.
A tall man stands in front of you, blood coating his clothes...
You scream, just barely able to tell the bloody clothes are plaid...
But before you can put the pieces together...
A deep voice chuckles.
"Clever one, aren't you? Calling my number... Did you realize I'm the only one who could protect you?"
Cassidy stands in front of you, cornering you like a wolf in sheep's clothing.
Cassidy's a detective, yes...
Yet it appears he's a detective that has been chasing his own crime, like a dog chasing his tail for fun....
"I was supposed to kill you, darlin'..."
Cassidy's voice sighs, almost like he didn't like the thought.
"I even remembered your house's layout... but I can't do that to you, darlin'."
Cassidy then comes closer, making you try to slip past him.
Cassidy, however, snatches you with his robotic arm and holds you up.
"Doll, I'm serious! I won't harm you... Not after I've gotten so attached."
You're then tossed back in front of him, landing on your rear with a pained hiss.
Cassidy merely laughs, leaning down to cup your cheek.
You see more of the blood on his clothes now...
You already know who it belongs to.
"As long as you don't say a word about what I do... You can continue life as you always have..."
Cassidy then forces your chin up, his grip tight... threatening.
"But if you squeal... If you tell those officers what I am... I'll take you away and your remaining family will never see you again. Got that, sweetheart?"
You force yourself to nod, making Cassidy grin before he leans in and kisses your cheek.
"Good... You're all mine now, darlin'. No one's going to save you... not with me around."
Cassidy then pulls you closer, eyes dark and serious as though his words are a promise.
"If anyone tries, I'll kill 'em. I'm the only one who's going to protect you... alright, darlin'?"
You reluctantly nod again with a sob...
Silently accenting the fact you were a lamb to the slaughter no matter what you did to prevent this.
But I love them so much. Plus, this one shot is heavily inspired by a dream I had and I wanted to write it down.
Thousand of apologies for the grammar or any eventual error.
Fade had faced many nightmarish situations: she got trapped in a nightmare when her powers first manifested, she had been tracked down by several people who wanted her dead and she was regularly put in deadly situations since she joined Valorant.
“I hate my heart.”
But there was definitely nothing worse than hearing your complaints about your love life.
It had now been thirty minutes that you were groaning and whining in her dorm room, lying down on her bed and your head hanging on the edge.
“Mom was right.” You sighed in a tone that sounded way too dramatic to Fade ears. “I’m selfish and greedy as hell.”
“Why am I even listening to your rambling ?” groaned the Turkish initiator.
“Because I made you coffee.”
Fade wondered where you got all that energy that you used just for complaining. Did your mouth ever run dry ? She should have seen it coming. Since you joined the protocol, you adopted her as your ‘cool older sister’.
Your words, not hers.
You followed her like a happy younger sibling. She wasn't complaining. You brewed the best coffee she had ever tasted and your presence wasn't overwhelming. You respected her space and often gave her those midnight snacks you prepared that she grew fond of.
She liked you a lot. You were like the younger sibling she never had. But goddamn she hated hearing you whining.
“Okay, so let me get this straight,” she threw a pillow at you when you giggled at the word ‘straight’. “You love Gekko.”
“Yes.”
“But you also love Iso.”
“Yes.”
“And there is no way you could decide between them.”
“No way.”
It wasn't that simple. You loved them differently but with the same amount of affection.
Gekko had a sunny personality. He always brought with him that calm and laid-back mood that tended to ease people around him. He was what you liked to call a light-bringer (‘Not like Lucifer’ you felt the need to precise to Fade to which she just raised an eyebrow and rolled her eyes.). The atmosphere of the room could be gloomy and thick with tension, Gekko would always dissipate any negativity. He was a genuine individual and that was a trait that you adored in him.
Iso on the other hand was like the moon (‘or a Teddy bear’ and this time Fade only let out an exasperated sigh.). He looked silently over his friends like a silent protector. Despite his more discreet personality, he never hesitated to offer praises when he could. There was a certain softness in him that always managed to melt your soul.
“They each own a part of my heart.”
Which was quite ironic if one remembered correctly how you met them.
The first time you met Gekko, you almost insulted him.
Cypher was giving you a tour of the base when Gekko appeared on the corner of the hallway and accidentally spilled his boba on your new top. The glare you had thrown at him was so intense that he freezed for a second before apologizing profusely. You had huffed and ignored him and continued your tour of the base. Your top was ruined. No matter how many times you tried to wash it, the stain stubbornly remained. One could not imagine how surprised you felt when, later, you saw a yellow animal-like creature in your room, putting a box with an apology letter on your bed. Inside the box, you had found the exact same top.
As for Iso, the first time you met him, you almost stabbed him. ‘Almost’ thanks to his reflexes.
It wasn’t your fault. Well, not entirely. You were in the shooting range, focusing on your aim when he entered. Tensed and feeling a sudden presence behind you, you pulled your knife out of its sheath and threw it at him. Of course, he easily dodged it with a tilt of his head and a raised eyebrow as your knife planted in the wall behind. You apologized profusely and he had just shrugged and started to train with a sheriff. The rest of the hour had been awkward, especially when you went to retrieve your knife from the wall.
Fade hummed softly. “Okay. But that doesn’t explain why you’re avoiding them.”
A dramatic whine escaped your throat at her words. She watched you roll on her bed, hiding your face in her pillow.
“Everything is fine today, though. Right ?” said Fade. “You didn't hold any grudges against Gekko and neither did Iso against you. You’re even friends with both of them, now.”
You looked up at her with sad puppy eyes.
“Friends,” you repeated with a deflated tone. “I was fine with being friends with them both since I could not date them. There was a good balance. But now…things got complicated.”
Fade was now curious. It seemed like you weren't only being dramatic. Right now, you almost sounded desperate.
“What do you mean 'complicated' ?”
“I mean that the balance is now broken,” you groaned in the pillow. “Do you get that ?”
She definitely didn't. To her ears, your speech was as incoherent as a dream. It was the thing with your rambling : you rarely started chronologically and just blurted the first event that was nagging your mind.
“How did that ‘balance’ break ?” Fade sighed while checking her nails.
“Gekko kissed me.”
She immediately looked back at you. This was getting interesting.
“He what ?”
“On the cheek ! On the cheek ! On the cheek ! On the cheek !” you sat up quickly to precise it. “He kissed me on the cheek.”
Fade blinked. Unbeknownst to you, she already had a slight idea of what was going on between Gekko and you. Neon had been telling her about the Hispanic initiator sometimes sighing on her shoulder for two days.
“And of course you ran away,” she sighed as you let out another whine. “How did that even happen ?”
Your fingers were now fiddling with the pillowcase.
“Well, we were cooking snacks in the kitchen while dancing on his Spotify playlist. He was making crepes, I was making cookies and we were having fun valsing in each other's arms when it happened,” you made a noise between a sad whimper and a sigh of frustration. “Ambar Lucid’s voice can lead to some intense situations, I think.”
“And then you ran away.”
“The best run of my life,” you sighed sadly.
You’ve even been paying Wingman and Dizzy with sweets so they would not snitch whenever they found you.
Fade massaged her temples as she slowly processed what you said. She already knew you could be quite avoidant sometimes. And she also knew you hated being that way.
“What about Iso ?” she asked. “Is your ‘balance’ broken with him too ?”
You grimaced. “Kinda…?”
Fade raised an eyebrow. “Kinda ?”
“Kinda.”
“He kissed you too ?”
You shook your head and rubbed the back of your neck. Fade noticed how flustered you were.
“You know that sometimes Iso helps me perfectionning my aim.”
“Mmhmm,” Fade nodded.
It wasn't uncommon to see you both exiting the shooting range together. It wasn’t a secret that you two were quite close.
“Well, he was very…uhm…cuddly during our last shooting session.”
“Cuddly ?” Fade raised an eyebrow.
“Like, back-hugging me while helping correct my aim…breathing in my neck and murmuring instructions in my ear.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
“The balance is definitely broken.”
You let your back fall back against the mattress in a dramatic gesture of helplessness.
“I know !”
“Then what do you plan to do ?” asked the initiator. “You’ll keep avoiding them both eternally ?”
“Well since you don’t want to put me in an artificial coma…” you trailed off, ignoring the deadpanned glare she shot at you.
Fade sometimes thought that your avoidance will bring you more problems than you reckoned. She remembered the regret in Deadlock’s eyes when she spoke about her sisters. Fade really didn’t want you to experience that.
“Talk to them.”
“To tell them what ?” you almost scoffed. “‘Hey ! I have a big fat crush on the both of you and was satisfied with our friendship but your recent actions unsettled the balance I had between your friendship and my feelings so I’m now avoiding you because I’m incapable of confronting my feelings and have a proper conversation about it with you two ?’” you said with a dramatically high-pitched voice.
Fade looked at you with so much exasperation in her eyes that you felt your body wince in response.
“Well, yes.”
“Hazal, no !”
“Why not ?” she flicked your forehead with her finger and you winced once more. “Communicating your feelings wouldn't be harmful. Getting things off your chest with these two would help you. Don’t you think you’ll miss something if you don’t do anything ? The thing that you avoid you’re giving it power by avoiding it.”
You were about to answer with a snarky remark but the alarm of her phone cut you off. Fade looked at it, sipped the remnant of her coffee then stood up.
“I’m being called for a mission.”
You stood up too and stretched a little.
“Time for you to kick some asses and time for me to run.”
“You mean ‘to talk’ right ?”
You shook your head and walked towards the door.
“Nope !”
You were stubborn and Fade was well aware of that. It was sometimes your greatest quality but in your current situations, it was one of your biggest flaws.
“You—”
Too late, you were already gone. She could hear your quick steps echoing in the corridors. She sighed (again !) and just decided to prepare for her mission while hoping everything will be fine for you.
You kept running in the hallways, avoiding the range because Iso had the habit of training at this hour. You also avoided the corridors leading to the backyards where you knew Gekko had the habit of playing basketball with his buddies and Neon. Why weren't you walking ? Because walking made you easy to see, easy to catch. While running made you all blurry and hard to capture.
You had to survive, to run away. But running away from what ? Embarrassment ? Shame ? Your own feelings ? Whatever that was, your feet led you to the kitchen right in front of the fridge. If you had to survive, it would not be with an empty stomach. Luckily for you, there were still remnants of the cupcakes Clove made the day before. Very colorful, very sparkly, but delicious.
You were eating the cupcakes like a starved rodent when a voice suddenly called you from behind.
“Finally, we found you !”
You jumped a little, startled, then slowly turned around and met the astounded yet amused gaze of Jett and Neon. You silently stared at them for what felt like a few long and heavy seconds before you unhurriedly lifted another untouched cupcake to your mouth and slowly — very slowly chewed it.
Neon awkwardly cleared her throat then took a step forward.
“We…uhm…thought you were with Fade.”
You raised an eyebrow as you licked some icing off your fingers.
“Fade’s on a mission.”
“That explains why you’re here alone,” said Jett with a light chuckle while playfully nudging Neon’s elbow.
You hummed lowly. Were you hanging with Fade that much ? Not surprising. You literally adopted each other once you joined Valorant. You grew so close that come agents thought you actually knew each other way before you joined the protocol.
“You were looking for me,” you said, sizing the two girls. “What do you want from me ?”
The way they were staring at you reminded you of the twins in ‘Shining’. They weren't even blinking. They took a step closer, you took a step farther.
“Please speak,” you sighed. “You two are getting creepy.”
“We need your help,” said Jett.
You raised a skeptical eyebrow at her. Jett usually was too proud to admit these kinds of things.
“Why my help ?” you asked as you took another step farther.
They exchanged a quick glance before looking back at you.
“Gekko—”
“Iso—”
They interrupted each other as your brows furrowed.
“What’s up with them ?” you asked, feeling your body tensing.
They exchanged another glance when they realized they now had your attention. Jett took another step closer.
“They need help because they’re…uhm…”
“Hurt ! They’re hurt,” completed Neon.
You nodded and started speed walking to exit the kitchen.
“Okay. I’ll get Sage.”
Neon quickly stopped you.
“Sage’s on a mission.”
“Then I’ll get Skye.”
“She went back to Australia for her days off,” said Jett.
You stopped a distressed groan from escaping your mouth. Why didn't the protocol have more healers? You were just three. Were you that rare ? Plus, you thought that Sage and Skye were way better healers that you were. More effective and quicker.
“Shit…” you cursed under your breath. “Where are they ?”
“Iso’s dorm.”
You didn't think too much and just ran towards the dorm quarter. Like the worst case scenario machine that it was, your brain started imagining worrying things. Too buried in your dark thoughts, you barely realized that you knocked on Iso’s door. He looked at you with a raised eyebrow then crossed his arms.
“Can I help you with something ?”
Your eyebrows slightly furrowed when you didn’t see any visible injury on him.
“I…”
You cut yourself when you saw Gekko behind him. He looked at you with wide opened eyes, as if not expecting to see you —which was the case. You even saw Wingman, hiding in the corner of the room throwing you an apologetic look. You cleared your throat then looked back at Iso.
“Jett and Neon told me you both were hurt,” you said and you felt yourself internally cringing when Iso’s eyes squinted slightly. “Since neither Sage nor Skye is in the base at the moment, I’m here to heal you.”
“Heal us ?” repeated Gekko as he shared a glance with Iso.
The duelist let you inside the room and slid the door shut behind you.
And then it clicked. Neon and Gekko weren't playing basketball in the base backyard like usual, Jett wasn’t hanging with Yoru and Phoenix, and Iso wasn’t reading nor in the range. You were so worried that you didn't notice how orchestrated this situation felt. You didn't notice that Neon, Gekko’s best friend, did not seem worried at all.
“You’re not hurt, huh,” you clicked your tongue.
Gekko nervously rubbed the back of his neck with an awkward but sad smile.
“We kinda are, though.”
You looked at him with narrowed eyes. The poor initiator was incapable of looking at you in the eyes. Which was not the case of Iso who didn't stop staring at you.
“Are you now ?” you scoffed with sarcasm.
Gekko's eyebrows furrowed at your tone.
“You’ve been avoiding us for—”
“Sit, please ?” Iso interrupted the both of you, still looking at you.
“Why ?”
He tilted his chin in the direction of his bed.
“We have to talk,” he answered simply while taking the chair of his desk to sit on it backward.
“Do we ?” you crossed your arms.
“Please,” you heard Gekko say with a tired tone.
He was already sitting on the bed and was patting the space beside him. You rolled your eyes but reluctantly accepted to sit beside him. You kept eyeing the door and the two agents noticed it. The three of you stayed quiet for what felt like long minutes. You were looking down at your lap, unaware of the long glance the two men were sharing. Then finally, Iso spoke.
“Gekko and I are dating.”
Oh.
“Okay,” you said simply after a few seconds.
Your fists were slowly clenching.
“It’s been a few months now,” Gekko said while rubbing his neck.
You took a deep breath and nodded, still avoiding their eyes.
“Okay,” you said with a neutral tone. “And…?”
That was a plot twist you definitely did not see coming. Why did you feel so betrayed ? What were you expecting from these two ? You wanted to stay friends with them anyway. You felt your nails digging in your palms. Why did you feel so hurt ? Why did you feel so disappointed ?
“And we thought it was fair to tell you.”
You let out a breathy and mirthless laugh.
“Thanks, I guess,” you said, your eyes not leaving the door. “Why are you telling me this ?”
You wanted to walk away from this situation so bad. You needed to. This felt too heavy. You felt a lump in your throat and slowly started to have difficulties breathing but hid it the best you could. Gekko gently grabbed one of your hands and his thumbs gently caressed your palm where your nails were digging in your flesh.
“Because we both fell for you,” Iso said as his hand reached for your face.
His fingers gently brushed the corner of your lips where a few crumbs of cupcakes remained. He noticed your pupil dilating.
“We both spent time with you individually then fell for you,” he continued. “Despite the fact that we’re already dating.”
“So we talked and we wanted to ask you if you wanted to date us,” Gekko smiled nervously. “The both of us.”
You felt your breath hitching as his words slowly reached your brain. You blinked, looked at the duelist, then at the initiator, but you stayed quiet. Iso stood up from his chair to sit beside you and Gekko on the bed.
“Do you hate us ?” he suddenly asked you.
You silently shook your head.
“But you’ve been avoiding us for almost three days !” Gekko said. “We thought we did something wrong.”
Your brows furrowed as you looked where Wingman was hidden. Did he snitch ?
You turned your face back in Gekko’s direction to throw him a very pointed look. As if remembering the kiss from two days prior —which was certainly the case—, he avoided your eyes, a light blush on his cheeks.
“O-Oh.”
“Yeah ‘oh’,” you deadpanned.
“Sorry.”
Iso watched your interaction with calm but curious eyes. He observed your fist clenching and unclenching, how your body was turned towards the door of the room, how your feet fidgeted. His lover and his crush reunited in his room. It was weirdly not unwelcome.
“I suppose your answer is ‘no’”, he said with a neutral tone.
He would feel disappointed and a bit sad if your silence and your breathing wasn’t betraying your own feelings. He and Gekko exchanged a glance, the flame of hope burning in their heart. Gekko gently squeezed your hand in his and sat closer to you.
“Tell us how you feel.”
“What are you ? My therapists ?” you scoffed, not daring to look into their eyes.
“Please.”
And in just an instant, your shell broke. Your shoulders shook slightly, your hand was squeezing Gekko's with strength, and your eyes were on your lap. Exchanging another glance with the duelist, the initiator brought your wrist to his lips to kiss it. Iso, on the other hand, wrapped his arm around your shoulders to hold you against his chest, his lips pressing against your temple. Wingman even came out of his hidden spot to hug your leg. You did not need words. They were already understanding. Yet, you could not help yourself but ask in a shy murmur :
“Am I too greedy if I want you both for myself ?”
You felt Iso chuckling against you.
“Is it a bad thing if we consent ?”
You hummed. He did have a point. Gekko suddenly leaned against you, his arms wrapping around your waist and a hopeful smile on his face. You literally were sandwiched between the two agents.
“So…is it a yes ?”
Flustered by the sudden proximity of your two faces, you cleared your throat and looked away in the direction of Wingman who visibly encouraged you with silly gestures.
“I…guess it is,” you said. “If you still want me.”
“Can I kiss you ?”
You felt very dizzy by his sudden question, your heart beating at a way too fast speed. You felt Iso holding you more firmly against his chest. When you looked up at him, he was smirking down at you.
“Isn’t it my turn ?” his face got closer. “You two already kissed, no ?”
So he knew.
“It was on the cheek !” Gekko retorted. “And did you think I didn't see that kiss on the temple ?”
“What about the one on the wrist you just did ?”
You exchanged a glance with Wingman. He shrugged and you sighed.
“Guys !” you interrupted their playful banter. “Please.”
They both stopped then looked at you.
“Alright,” said Gekko while nuzzling his face against your collarbones. “How about some quality time to begin with ?”
“We have all our time,” said Iso while rocking you from side to side.
Believe it or not, I started writing this in july. Then my brain decided to throw a tantrum again.
Like I said (wrote) before, this one shot is heavily inspired of a dream.
Anecdote : I had this dream where I was an agent of the protocol and was avoiding Iso and Gekko because I felt too awkward to confess to them. I had healing abilities in this dream, and I healed them both after a mission (a pretty hardcore one) before running away in the corridors of the protocol (the exact same corridors we saw in the Neon cinematic). Fade even hid me in her room and let me play with her cat in this dream. Wingman ended up snitching on me, Iso found me and carried me on his shoulder while I was scolding Wingman. Iso then entered in his room (with me still on his shoulder) where Gekko was waiting for us, pouting. I was sat down on the bed and the two agents sat beside me and kissed my cheeks, asking me to not run away from them ever again.
And then...I had to wake up because my sister called me... ಥ‿ಥ
It's fine though, I had a lot of dreams where these two were involved... And when I say (write) a lot of dreams, I mean A LOT.
I even had a dream where Brimstone begged me to date Yoru and Deadlock and I was like 'sure why not'.
Thanks again for taking the time to read this until the end. I wish you a nice day/night.
A/N: This isn't the fic that anon asked btw, this is just a fic that's been in the making for quite a bit, and I'm only posting it now
Chilling in the common area, he polished his bow as the distinctive chatter made him smile. Being with his fellow agents brought joy to his whole being, knowing they were still as lively as ever despite the dangers of their work.
He remembered the calm days he had with his friends back in Russia, where everything was still normal, where the world didn’t turn to shit. He vividly remembered this one person who he always hung out with, but they suddenly disappeared one day and left. He couldn’t remember their name, but he could remember what they looked like.
–
Going over the documents for the mission he was being sent on, Brimstone briefly mentioned that there would be witnesses and he would need to be extra careful with his actions. ‘Not a problem’ Sova thought, slipping some drugs into a drink wasn’t his forte, but it wasn’t hard either. He didn’t like the thought of drugging some person, but he wasn’t against it due to his work; not like he had any choice.
“Brimstone, it says here that a potential radiant will be present. I’m assuming that I will have to recruit this person?”
Now that Sova reached the last page of the document; he immediately saw a profile of the ‘new agent’. There was no attached photo of them, but it had their name, age, and birthday. The information probably came from Cypher, and that made him scoff. Although he disagreed with how Cypher gathered information, he couldn’t deny that it was useful.
“That’s why I simply didn’t hand over the document. (F/N) has been seen by multiple people using their radiant powers, and they’re being highly sought after Kingdom. It’s better if we recruit them now, or never.”
Sova nodded, bidding goodbye to Brimstone, and got ready for the mission. The mission was simple; Drug the CEO at the party, wait for him to eventually pass out, and secretly take the keypad and go into his office to take the folder and go find this recruit in the party and leave.
Simple, right?
Well…
–
At the supposed party, he clearly underestimated how many people there were going to be. He could see at least a hundred people chattering amongst themselves, the CEO still not in sight.
He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as the mission became much more… Harder. He doesn’t even know what this (F/N) looked like, and he was supposed to talk to almost everyone to even find them.
“And you must be..?”
The CEO suddenly came up behind him, and Sova immediately introduced himself, quick to make some friendly talk… And the events that happened were within his plans.
Now that he got the folder… All he had to do was find this person.
As he talked to each and every person one by one, he was getting socially drained. And just as he was about to deem a semi-success, he saw a familiar face in the crowd. His eyes widened and desperately squeezed through the people to get to them.
Once he was close enough, their eyes met.
“... Sasha..?”
Sova gulped. Seeing their face again, he couldn’t stop the memories that came rushing back in. The person whom he lost and loved.
