Pairing: [Project! Jhin X Reader]
Word Count: 354
Contents: Nothing heavy, just short pointers and certain scenarios.
-Jhin is not the kind of person to seek a relationship, and if he must, it would have to be someone who could connect with him on an intellectual level...
-Someone who can keep his part-human consciousness alive, challenge him and inspire him, with his need to inspire others. And it's not because he needs it, it's because he had developed a fine taste for it after years of solidarity.
-After all, you need two to duet don’t you? If the cyborgs got his sights set on you, there would be no such thing as imperfection in his eyes as long as it does not stray too far off of his values.
- Jhin would not follow you to the end of the world if your ideals clash with his, he prefers to not commit to these kinds of things. He prefers a partnership, someone to co-create with. Dating Jhin would mean that he would show a lot of respect, with a mix of pride, instead of the traditional devotion.
-It would be impossible for you to not know that Jhin is a murderer for hire, maybe in the beginning you would fear him. And for Jhin, that's good, it keeps one person in check and the power dynamics play is perfect in his eyes.
-Over time Jhin comes to realize that maybe having you as a puppet was not that satisfying after all. Again, he's lonely, content but lonely. But now that he’s found a true company again, maybe he will give a little in return. See if it's any better.
-What you do offer after has him hooked. If you support his choices and act as a patron to the Virtuoso, consider him grateful. You take his art and expose it to the world? Great! International feedback? Consider him indebted.
-Even if you aren’t able to provide him with services like these, just appreciating his efforts go a long way. And he's content that someone finally understands who he is and what he vouches for.
-Again, dating him is more of a partnership than puppy love, but it does get better over time.
[ omen x gn!reader ] - you both have your separate hobbies, but omen seems to love yours just as much as you do
tags: just fluff. reader loves books and reading (implied that the current book is fiction but i tried to keep it ambiguous)
notes: requested by @krokrux ! i hope you enjoy :)
“eccentric” and “extroverted” were probably not the best words to describe omen. he was a man of few words, and often times simply a man of several low growling noises.
not to say that you hated those things about him. not even remotely. it was refreshing, really.
it’s no secret that the hustle and bustle of days spent living at kingdom headquarters were… a lot. someone was always awake, whether that be a guard or simply a coworker fighting sleep. training was hard and tensions were tight most days. missions were tiring and often ended with several injuries. even the slow days where you could sleep in and training was minimal weren’t easy. there was something about the cold, metal environment of the headquarters that took away the “home” feeling of it.
one place that did make you feel better was the nearest comfy spot to read a book. today, that just so happened to be a sofa in a lounge room. the pillows and cushions were soft, but the back support good and the blankets cozy.
omen sat at a nearby table. he had a little bonsai tree situated in front of him and small pair of pruning scissors in his hand. normally, if someone was already occupying the space, you would have left.
however, omen was quiet and the sofa looked a little too inviting. you could enjoy each others company without disturbing each other, right?
you had been reading for a while whenever omen finally stood from his chair. you’d been a little too engrossed in what you were reading, and it took you a second to blink back to what was actually happening. the phantom took a few tentative steps toward you. he was quiet for a few beats before he finally spoke.
“can i sit?” he asked. one hand made the slightest inclination toward the seat next to you on the sofa.
you nodded and pulled your feet in a little to give him space. “oh, sure. how’s your tree?”
“good. your book?”
“it’s going good, i like this book. although the main character is kinda pissing me off. i know it’s supposed to be a personality trait or whatever but— yeah, it’s a good book.” you stopped before letting yourself go off on a tangent.
there were another few beats of silence. he tilted his head ever so slightly, as if asking for you to elaborate. when you didn’t, he leaned slightly closer and pretended to read the words on the page, although he wasn’t paying much attention.
“tell me.” he said, leaning back to where he had been before and looking over to you expectantly.
“tell you what? about the character?”
“the book.” omen said. “you seem to like it.”
you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. you would jump at any chance to tell someone about whatever book you had read or read about that day, but the offer being laid out to you sparked a warmth in your chest.
you weren’t sure how long you had been talking, but it had to have been a while. your mouth was dry, but you had managed to spill out every single coherent (and some incoherent) thought you’d had about the book thus far. and you couldn’t be happier about it, either.
omen hummed when you finished. he didn’t say anything, except mutter a small “thank you,” before collecting his bonsai and leaving the room. you settled back into the spot you had been before, and continued reading.
the interaction had been strange to you, but you tried not to think too hard about it. of all people, omen was one of the last you expected to hold a conversation with, although was it even a conversation? had he even enjoyed it? or did he grow tired halfway through?
in all honesty, you had presumed the latter.
that was until the next afternoon, anyway. you heard a small knock on your bedroom door, and padded over to open it. in the hallway stood omen, bonsai tree and pruning scissors in tow.
“hey,” you smiled. “what’s up?”
“can i…” he trailed off for a moment while he thought of what to say. then, he held up his bonsai tree and nodded towards it, indicating he was referring to it. “…and you tell me about your book?”
it would be a while before you realized that he wasn’t actually pruning his bonsai most of the time. you weren’t sure how often they needed to be trimmed, but it definitely wasn’t every day, and not for that long. you wondered if he give up the farce and just admit that he liked listening to you talk about something you enjoyed, but you supposed it didn’t really matter. if he wanted to pretend to prune his tree just to listen to you, you weren’t going to complain.
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