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marija ⊹ 18. ghostly, mechanical writer. updates are random!
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⟡ ⠀thorns⠀⠀⊹⠀⠀ tamsy caines & you
gn reader, 18+ mdni, he is a liiiittle rough in here if u squint. dubious use of tokushin. doesnt really have manga spoilers per se but yknow.. part two of roses.
this time it was his name that slipped from your lips in a tender and gentle way, each letter forming a beautiful melody sung by your breathy voice, something that rivaled the softness of the finest fabric his fingers could touch. your touch settled warmly on his shoulders just before you wrapped your arms around his neck, melting into a tender kiss, your lips brushing lightly against his just before he chose to narrow the distance between you even further and step into your room— a smile creeping across his face as he saw your expression, lost in desire.
it was everything he wanted: to feel your body mold to his pleasure as he watched in the front row how you gradually became drunk on the suffocating heat of your own erratic breath, your cheeks bathed in that blush with which he had grown familiar long ago. his hands could roam your body at will, tracing every curve, every crevice, every scar your body possessed, while he kept you distracted with his tongue probing your mouth, pulling away for a few seconds to watch you catch your breath before returning to him without hesitation.
sliding slyly and brimming with delight as he felt your body quiver beneath his touch, he would begin to strip off your clothes while still bonded to you, sunk in a starving kiss that had caused a thin thread of drool to coat your jaw.
the room, once shrouded in silence, now carried the damp noises you both made, devoid of words and yet enough to understand that you both craved more. and when he pulled away to look at you, he saw how your face was the perfect mirror image of an overwhelming need— eyelashes wet by the dew that shaped your tears, lips barely parted and swollen, finding it difficult to say his name without gasping in between.
a whimper would slip out of you as he would run his lips along the trail of kisses he had previously traced on your neck, sloppy and messy, this time sucking and biting at will across the violet-tinged marks that had settled on your skin. you felt his hot breath bumping against your damp neck, and your head was so sunk in a daze that you couldn't make out what he had said until you felt your arms being pulled behind your back, the familiar sensation of a rope draped over your bare skin to tie your limbs tightly enough to hold you in place.
then you would feel your body being laid face down on your bed, ass raised high enough for him to see you completely, and at this a faint whine would dare to form in your throat, causing tamsy to tilt his head. "why like this...?"
"don't play dumb now." a smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and you could hear him taking off his clothes just before you felt his hands wandering across your thighs, gently pulling the skin that spilled between the ropes squeezing the area.
once again, your surroundings had sunk into complete silence, and you could barely make out what was happening behind you, growing eager to feel him inside you. just as your lips parted to voice a complaint, a moan got caught in your throat as the tip of his cock gently kissed your wet entrance— soon guiding it around until you gasped, "please," your eyes glazed over as you unconsciously opened your legs a little further to receive him.
you heard a low chuckle from him, and you could picture his eyes turning crescent-shaped as he smiled. "what do you want?" you'd feel his cock leave your flushed skin, and in response you'd whimper softly, almost a whisper.
"you, i want you, tamsy," he hummed, seemingly still unsatisfied with what you were saying, "... i want you to fuck me, please."
"aww, if you ask for it so nicely..." soon he would push his cock deep inside you in one thrust, his hips bucking against your ass as he sank through your slick walls, feeling you squeeze him with every little movement he made, "so tight for me... d'ya want this so badly?" he cooed, gripping your hip to give himself enough leverage.
maybe the initial reason why he came to your room had been buried deep in the pit of his mind, or perhaps he was simply satisfying his need to keep you fully in submission, under his control, and bound by him. regardless, a smile covered his face as he listened to you fall apart beneath him while your mind turned to mush every time he kissed that sweet spot that made you see stars, distracted by the twitching that spread through your body and how the ropes of your partner's vital instrument began to choke your limbs lightly.
your hands clutched at the air as his thrusts became messy, sloppy, and admittedly wanton, despite the lack of his voice aside from the occasional grunts and light gasps. "mmmh! there, there, there, ahh...” your face was now dressed in the pristine pearls that were your tears, sliding down your cheeks until they met the rumpled sheets of your bed— tamsy was fully aware of what he was doing, every movement calculated to bring you to ecstasy as quickly as possible and have you on the verge of an orgasm before you could even think about it.
yet the moment you felt that familiar knot in your belly, your legs trembled, and he had you just on the edge, he decided to pull out, leaving you in anticipation of what you wanted and with your jaw trembling. "though thinking it better, i don't want to reward this... behavior of yours, dear." his loose hair spread over your back as soon as he reached your nape, leaving a soft kiss on it, "just hold still for a moment, okay?"
he would pump himself calmly, without rushing too much, until you felt his cum fall on your lower back, and how the ropes that held you restrained gradually loosened from your body, letting you collapse onto the mattress.
a gentle giggle would leave his lips, satisfied with the thought that this way he could have you fluttering around him for a couple of days.
⟡ ⠀roses⠀⠀⊹⠀⠀ tamsy caines & you
a clingy and jealous tamsy arrives at your doorstep on the middle of the night, contains manga spoilers. gn reader, suggestive towards the end, he is sickly in love with you.
perhaps it was the way someone else's name slipped so tenderly, gently, slowly, and carefully from your lips, as if you were making sure to pronounce their name correctly while a faint but noticeable smile tugged at the corners of your mouth. how your hands briefly roamed over their back before resting your arm on their shoulders, then leaning your body against their figure; those gentle glances that glided between you both and that harmonious chuckle you shared for a fleeting moment— his arms stood crossed beneath those wide sleeves belonging to his uniform, his face mirroring a soothing serenity for anyone, accompanied by a hint of what could be interpreted as... curiosity.
curiosity about you, about what you had been doing lately that caused thorns to grow at the corners of his mouth, stifling ivy clinging to his lungs while his heart beat under the grasp of a painful sting.
he had always watched you while you lingered in the cage he had so lovingly built for you, holding you in his hands with the same tenderness as one would treat a porcelain doll, feeding you with honeyed words to keep you near him. but you decided to stretch your wings and flutter around other members of the cleaners, going on missions with them as support while maintaining that smile bathed in a kindness that he had begun to miss when you looked at him.
when did you become so painfully, addictively intoxicating?
you belonged to the team eager, under his wing, to him. you were his. from the very first moment his gaze fell upon you, he knew that you could be an essential instrument for him, someone he could rely on if he made the right moves. he would map out the appropriate paths for you to follow his steps like a devoted, unwavering follower— he had done everything right to make you the right puppet under his fingers, but even so, you had managed to nurture a poisonous garden now growing inside him.
and he was laughing with overflowing delight, as this proved that he had made the double-edged sword he so much wanted for himself. but even so, he found himself cutting the thorns from the roses you offered him, for you proved to be someone more tricky to keep under his vigilant gaze.
you had been flying too close to the sun, and he was holding the scissors with which he would clip your wings.
your face rested gingerly on his touch, fingers trailing along the edge of your jaw as he traced your face, "what's wrong?" you would ask with a brief laugh that slipped from your throat, almost stifled with a hint of fear from the lack of reactions from him. you could barely catch a glimpse of his face in the dim light of the hallway, late at night, with the gentle night breeze kissing the exposed skin of both of you, causing the man's flowing hair in front of you to dance lightly, "are you having trouble sleeping, tamsy?"
his thumb would lift to rest on your lower lip, his fingertip wandering freely over the area. "you have been awfully busy with others lately" words laden with exhaustion matched his faintly sleepy expression, body leaning in close enough for your breaths to mix, embraced in the thin silence that settled in.
internally, he smiled brightly as he noticed how you struggled to find the right words to reply, hesitant about your own actions and careful about what you would say. "you went out with enjin to enjoy your free time with him." his hair began to find its place on your shoulders, strands gathering on your chest and sliding down to your hip where they would meet caines' other hand— you felt like he was stealing your breath, suffocating you with every word he mentioned, and a soft lump began to form in your throat, almost similar to that poison you had unconsciously made him swallow over the last few days. "semiu mentioned that tomme and you had spent some time alone after a few missions."
leaving your lips and soon making your neck its home, one of his hands would gently squeeze your skin. beside it, his lips would soon settle and his cold piercing would cause a shiver to travel down your spine, "i miss you, my dear."
a half-lie dressed in a pleading tone, that hand that used to rest on your hip now reaching under your shirt to gently tug at the fat on your belly and sliding over your torso. a faint gasp would sneak out of your mouth as you felt a wet kiss blossom on your neck, followed by light bites and similar signs of affection— and perhaps the loss of breath would be what made you realize that you were pinned against the door of your own room, and your partner was starting to play with the hem of your pants at ease.
im back..!! finally finished what i had in drafts for MONTHS.. soichiro general relationship headcanons requested by @isolde-zoe. THAT TOOK SUCH A LONG TIME IM SO SORRY!!!! but i hope you like it nonetheless and that it was worth the wait
im entering what seems to be the heavier semesters of college so i might write less often (as already seen.. haha......)
⟡ ⠀be with me⠀⠀⊹⠀⠀ soichiro hoshina & you
gn reader. soichiro is head over heels for you, spoiler free sorta
when work was done, it was usual to take a short break before the alarm signaling a kaiju attack was heard again in the halls of the sixth division— however, no one knew where the captain snuck off to in the afternoons.
it was theorized that he might be wandering the streets of the city, possibly with the intention of spending time alone or perhaps taking some colleagues to a new place in the area
the initial consensus was that he trained in an empty training room, but after a thorough inspection, several people noticed that he seemed to be absent from these rooms during the afternoon
an officer would ask him curiously what he did in the evenings, only to hear only the simple answer, "i take a nap."
that couldn't be all, right?
that did not explain why he seemed to disappear during his break
it didn't explain why he sometimes entered the base with bags filled with multiple desserts
and it certainly didn't explain that time he mentioned visiting the eighth division for no clear reason.
the western divisions ranged from the fifth to the eighth. work was often divided among them, and it was common to have joint training sessions between divisions— even so, these activities were discussed among senior officers and mentioned at lunchtime among officials, as most knew when this was being planned.
a clever cadet would ask the vice captain if there would be an activity of this nature soon, but was met with a firm denial, adding that the captain was involved in what seemed to be endless paperwork.
this only served to further confuse most people
as once again, the captain's afternoon activities became unknown to the entire division
he was always a social and transparent man when it came to work, although his private life was a mystery to most and everyone chose not to pry too much— after all, he is the captain.
and of course, it wasn't necessary for everyone to know that he was sneaking out of work to visit his partner, occasionally meeting up at nearby bakeries
they didn't have to know that their afternoon naps were actually spent with this person, hidden away in some room in the eighth division while enjoying their scarce free time
he was still bound by the expectations of his clan and was always idolized by them when it came to combat
so he gave his best at work, and then treated himself to spending time with you in secret.
it was clear that the hoshina clan was strict with everyone involved in the family, and soichiro, despite being practically at the top of the new generation, was no stranger to this firm treatment.
he found himself surrounded by conversations about arranged marriages; relationships that would benefit the clan as a whole, his own interests being irrelevant to these discussions and his future.
so he ended up looking for what he wanted on his own, behind his parents' and clan's back
he wouldn't find you within the circle of relationships of his clan or within his own division— because you were simply a middle-ranking officer within the eighth division.
at first, you would think he was a condescending man with a cold demeanor
you wouldn't question him too much and would follow orders to the point to avoid conflict
after all, you didn't want to go against someone of higher rank and with such an imposing reputation as the hoshina.
although you would soon realize that this behavior stemmed from the fact that he had been showered with praise since he was a child, and as a result, he did not seem to treat most people very well at first
you never commented on it, but soichiro could clearly see the slight grimace of disgust that appeared on your face when he spoke too much
and in a way, he found it adorable
that an officer of your rank would have the courage to express themself in that way in front of a captain, despite biting their tongue to avoid saying anything about it.
that was what would cause his eyes to settle on you. he would start looking for you among your peers when he visited the eighth division, watching as your gaze met his and your brow furrowed slightly in response— and he even enjoyed that time when your shoulders brushed against each other in the hallway and he heard your voice for the first time, apologizing.
you seemed to have retracted your own words just seconds later when you saw the corners of his lips rise in amusement
and you would soon discover the reason behind that smile
because then he would call you into his office and ask you, in what seemed like a complete whim, to transfer to the sixth division
when you refused, you swore you saw a pout rise on his face
and you would soon remember that he has most likely become accustomed to getting what he wants without having to complain about it— a spoiled child in command of a division, who uses his status to move the pieces on the board as he pleases
but if he was willing to ask you, you knew that he would at least seek your permission to do so
and that was something you wouldn't give away easily
your relationship would grow more than anticipated in just a few months because every time you had time alone, soichiro would insist that you become part of the division he leads
this was accompanied by a firm "no" from you, and a soft complaint that escaped from your superior's lips.
it wouldn't be long before you discovered the reason for his insistence, as it would be a confession on his part without him thinking too much about it. "i want you to be my partner, i want you by my side," his voice echoed in your head as you returned to the eighth division, unconsciously with a smile on your lips.
soichiro finally had what he wanted: someone he could trust, a partner whose hand he could hold without anyone else forcing him to do so. and even though his clan initially opposed your relationship, he would fight for the two of you to stay together regardless of whether he got his family's approval or not.
⟡ ⠀as the world caves in⠀⠀⊹⠀⠀ hyoga & you
gn reader. established relationship, angst. heavy manga spoilers (chp 188)
going straight into the lion's den you prepared for your impending fate— fighting side by side with those considered the strongest in the alliance of science was surprising to you, thinking that your skills were not much more outstanding than those of the pack. still, with your weapon in hand and a determined courage, you charged into stanley's troop with your peers.
it was a brief but fierce fight: you managed to disarm a few military men while watching the backs of those who were fighting alongside you.
but still the smell of blood would cause time to stop and your heart to skip a beat, the continuous gunshots piercing tsukasa's body would be the beginning of a chain of events that would remain engraved in your head for life: how you took a couple of steps back with the intention of protecting those who were still standing, how your chest felt empty as bullets pierced your skin with ease— and the final blow that your figure would take when it hit the ground.
unable to utter a word, you would witness your partner suffer the same fate protecting kohaku, shielding her under his frame as bullets buried themselves in him quickly.
the grass was painted crimson and you were unaware of what was happening around you. his limp body in front of you lied, metallic taste slipping from your lips as you crawled towards him with the little strength you had left— with some hope, however paltry, that you could say one last goodbye.
the warmth he used to share with you was absent, his cold complexion being met by your touch as you choked back a silent cry.
⟡ ⠀teaser⠀⠀⊹⠀⠀ jiaoqiu, hoshinas, jouno, hyoga, pantalone & you
gn reader who finds teasing their partner endearing. minor kn8 spoilers. hyoga is soft, jouno is possesive, might be a tad suggestive for soshiro. written before the snezhnaya release.
jiaoqiu
it was common to see the two of you together in the kitchen, discussing delightful flavors and intricate recipes. your relationship was cemented by the wide culinary world, and you considered your relationship a serendipity brought on by that world— who knew that an acclaimed chef and a healer would end up together?
at least that's how it was for him, as you were keenly aware of those little words and actions you did just to mildly annoy your colleague, who saw these as simple tests put on your part for him to solve. something you ultimately used to your advantage to get jiaoqiu in your hands, who wouldn't complain.
lately, however, this dynamic would have begun to wane, after finding your partner unable to see you.
perhaps you were afraid that your monotone tone would not give away that it was a joke when you said something to him, in the absence of your face grimacing in amusement.
but the one with vulpine features was smart, and was aware of your change in behavior.
“i can feel you, your gaze on me." a soft smile would remain on his face as the man did something in the kitchen.
“you could hurt yourself cooking." you noticed his ears perk up, attentive to what you were saying.
he would tilt his head to the side, as he continued to do his thing in the kitchen. "you didn't used to be like this."
"it's normal for me to worry about you, it would be very cruel for me to switch the spices around or something." you crossed your arms, annoyance and confusion of the hand on your head.
“i wouldn't mind.”
“hah?” you frowned, taking one of the spices containers in your hand to then place it somewhere else— just for him to hear, as you would soon return it to its place silently.
“that's my spouse.” he cooed softly, velvety.
at that, you would form a thin line with your lips, while your hands took another container to this time —for real— change it completely. “i bet you won't be able to find them.”
your cheeks were slowly getting red, a small smile forming in your face.
“are you sure about that?”
“completely.” you laughed.
regardless of what happened, you'd give your partner a hand. after playing with him a little, maybe.
soshiro
separated by divisions, it was not particularly well known that a cadet from the sixth division maintained a relationship with the acclaimed vice captain of the third division. perhaps everyone thought that he would not get along particularly well with the members of the unit led by his older brother.
however, your closeness with soshiro would not go unnoticed by the observant new members of the third division— who watched attentively as, with a smile, you spoke to hoshina while keeping a distinctly short distance.
“it wouldn't be such a big deal if everyone knew” you commented, taking your food between chopsticks, sitting next to him. “i mean, i know you like to be discreet, but come on, it's been a long time.”
"y'know my position on workplace relationships" he sighed, eyes on yours "besides, it's not something that's inherent."
"oh, then you'd be very afraid that at this very moment i might kiss you, aren't you?" you laughed softly, aware of the curious glances the two of you had begun to catch since you sat down together.
the narrow-eyed one remained silent, though that trademark grin of his would not twist at any moment. even, he widened it to such an extent that one of his fangs peeked over his lower lip.
“we both know ya won't, sweetheart.”
you leaned in just barely, noses almost brushing and breaths colliding, intent on intimidating your partner. “are you afraid of cadets watching us kiss? you sound like a child, soshiro.”
though your breath was stolen in the second as the man would sink his fingers through your hair and pull you closer to him, finally bringing your lips together in a soft but steamy kiss, in which he would make sure to bite your bottom lip with his fangs a couple of times; culminating in laughing at your surprised expression.
“don't think i'll go easy on you, you've earned it.”
you were about to complain, but hoshina had left his seat.
“hey!” you called out to him, regardless of the heads you managed to turn at the scene the two of you were starring in— personally you didn't care what they thought, but you feared what soshiro would have in mind for you after this.
“see you in my office this afternoon, cadet.” he smiled at you as he walked away.
soichiro
the most famous, new and intriguing topic of the sixth division would be how a cadet who had just joined the division began to climb the ranks from one day to the next. it was said that they came from the third division, and that this person was the new dispute between the hoshina— they were arguing about “who could handle your military strength better” or something like that the members of both divisions imagined, since it was uncertain why the brothers mentioned you when they were discussing.
but it would be when soichiro would call you to his office that some cadets would approach the said space with the intention of listening to the conversation between you, curious even though they knew very well that what they were doing was an improper act and if they were caught by someone of high rank perhaps their jobs would be at risk.
“did i end up being a toy for you?” you would start, in a calm voice despite what you implied with your words. “it's not nice to wake up every day to messages from your brother, you know?”
“my brother talks to you more than he talks to me…?” a soft, comical tear would slide down one of the cheeks of the white-stranded one, who would cover his face as if his heart had broken.
“i've treated him better than you, it's only natural.” that was like a shot to the captain's chest, and his head was now buried in the surface of the table.
you would bring your hand to the man's hair and walk it over it with a certain delicacy, as if you were caressing a swallow. “but i have already made up my mind, and for that i would like to remain in the sixth division.”
soichiro would lift his head expectantly, your fingers now entwining through the loose hair on his forehead.
“i would like to be your spouse.” you stated confidently, looking attentively at the person in front of you.
it was a long few months of bickering. you had been arranged to marry the eldest hoshina— you were no more than a colleague the brothers knew and yet the youngest was completely opposed to the idea that one of his most valued cadets would be his older brother's spouse. in the end the brothers would end up fighting over your hand and it would be you who would decide who to marry, at their request.
“but it will be you who will inform soshiro of this.”
you watched as another faint tear slid down his face, and you were amused at the effect his poor relationship with his younger brother had on him.
jouno
a relationship as thorny as the people in it, members of the hunting dogs and with fangs as sharp as cobra— jouno and you shared similar tastes, habits and behaviors that isolated you from the rest of the group. sadistic, the criminals you caught would hang on to the thread of their lives while begging not to be disposed of.
it was easy to speculate that this facade was nothing more than something constructed for the job you had. but that couldn't be further from the truth, for your colleagues knew perfectly well that this behavior was your crude personalities.
as well as when his hand would sink to your hip as you whispered dirty lies in his ear in a low tone, bitter comments just to play with your boyfriend's jealous nature. his muscles would tense and his smile would become forced as he felt your body press against his, your hands placing themselves with tenuous delicacy on one of his shoulders to direct your lips to his ear— you were aware of how much he hated to hear another man's name slipping out of your mouth.
you were playing with fire, you knew it perfectly.
oh, but how you loved to do it.
you were returning from a mission you had been assigned with tecchou: your planning and implacable intelligence were the key to victory, while your colleague's strength and agility were indispensable when it came to fighting those against you.
you praised the brown-stranded man's assistance like a sugar-coated mantra— your ears were used to being drowned out by nasty opinions about him, so it was a pleasant surprise to find that he was just a simple man who exasperated your boyfriend.
however, that you sat at the meeting table next to him, shared smiles together with him and looked at him with such affection would cause jouno to give you a certainly bitter expression. and not only to you, but to tecchou as well.
“someone's in a bad mood” you whispered to the one who had taken a seat next to you, covering a soft chuckle that escaped your lips with one of your hands.
you were doing it on purpose, and jouno should be used to your antics by now— but it seemed he still wasn't, not at all. “it's only natural. i thought i told you i didn't like you doing that.”
“what thing?” you played innocent, noticing how jouno felt you lean into the man next to you. “see? he does this kind of thing often.”
“you should stop treating your partner like this.” commented tecchou, face showing almost complete disinterest in the conversation. to him, as well as the rest of your coworkers, it was obvious that you were simply toying with jouno, and it was best not to pry too much.
“i won't take the word of someone like you. stay out of other people's relationships.” growled back jouno, almost immediately.
“don't treat tecchou like that, sai.” you shook your hand, then placing it on one of the opaque-haired one's shoulders. you had drawn a pout, looking at your partner almost as if you were begging him. “he's just being a good friend, he's not as bad as you think.”
with his brow furrowed, he would let his head rest on his arm propped on the wooden table. “your next missions will be only with me. i don't want to see you alongside people like him.”
no matter how much you complained, certainly, you would only get a chance to be with tecchou in group activities. jouno was serious about taking care of what belonged to him.
hyoga
your hand was sinking into the pale hair of the man sitting next to you— quietly enjoying his meal, you watched him with a playful smile on your face. you didn't expect the most reserved man of all the people on board to confess anything about his relationship with you.
he had mentioned something to you about it being inherent if he wanted to depetrify you: probably someone would ask something about how you knew each other, since no one had ever seen you together— you had joined the kingdom of science as a double-faced agent but no one was aware of it, not even gen himself, who usually meddles in other people's business.
you didn't quite know why they hadn't brought you back to life before, but they probably would eventually regardless of whether hyoga said anything or not.
“were you so eager to see me that you couldn't wait a little longer?” you laughed, watching as his brow furrowed slightly. “surely they were waiting for a more suitable time to wake me up. i'm a warrior too, you realize?”
you would lean back against one of his shoulders, his plush garment kissing the exposed skin of your neck and face ever so gently— without expecting for him to comment any further.
“you are precious to me.” you heard, soft enough to be almost lost amidst the sound of waves crashing against wood.
you'd lift your head to look at him, completely surprised. it was rare that he would allow himself to say such gentle things, and it seemed that tonight he was in a particularly good mood.
“i can't believe i'm that important to hyoga.” you commented loudly, audible enough for people nearby to hear, and your partner's ears colored a soft red as he sank his face into his food to ignore what you were doing.
“ah, if only he would say it more often so i wouldn't doubt so much…”
“i love you.”
it was fleeting, but your heart stopped in that split second. you'd let out a smile followed by a laugh, watching as he buried his face under his mask after finishing his meal.
“make a wish, hyoga is being romantic!”
“he looked like a serious guy when we fought. i see he's someone weak in front of the people he loves.” moz commented with a chuckle, receiving a threatening look from the taller one.
the truth is, he was thinking about the uncertainty that followed his trip to america, and how deeply afraid he was of losing you.
so he decided it would be best to make it clear how he felt about you rather than regret not having done so.
pantalone
who would have thought that a simple designer would be deeply involved with the fatui. your workspace was nothing more than a small location on the cold snezhnaya, a cozy place that greeted with countless outfits and garments meticulously constructed with each of your clients' preferences in mind.
sunk among fabrics, intricate stitching and refined patterns, it had become complex for you to notice that a hand had taken place on one of your shoulders— the pressure it applied being so gentle and delicate. it was the scent of a cologne that would cause your concentration to waver and consequently you would notice the weight at your side.
upon verifying who it was after turning your head, you would turn off your sewing machine and leave your seat behind to properly greet the person now in front of you. “good evening, sir.”
his laugh, low but melodious, was the prelude to a warm-looking smile. “good evening, sweetheart.” he would then express his curiosity at how formally you were addressing him, despite being in a private space.
you would comment that the walls were thin— perhaps one of your staff could hear more than they should.
with your short steps accompanying your calm tone, you lifted with your hands the piece that the regrator must have come for. it was a suit of dark shades adorned with silver details, of a clean finish and stunning appearance.
“it's a shame not to be able to participate in such luxurious events” you remarked, the man in front of you paying attention to the attire that now rested in his hands.
your greatest pleasure has always been to see your clients wearing the pieces you worked for so long— you have never had the opportunity to see pantalone wearing any of them despite being his designer of choice, partially because he only commissioned things for specific events you could not attend.
“i've offered you several invitations and your response has been the same.” his smile never wavered, his eyes now fixed on you attentively.
you sighed, softly. “events organized for prestigious individuals are not my place.” you recited as usual the same words you used to decline his invitations.
you rested one of your hands on the edge of a desk made up of dark wood, fabric scraps hugging your fingers.
“it would be improper to question the guests of a harbinger.” the dark-haired one would mention that as he approached you.
“the regrator is bringing a mere designer as a guest? it wouldn't look appropriate.”
“it's you we're talking about” his distance was short enough that you felt trapped between his figure and the desk bathed in fabrics. “promoted by the fatui— the most renowned designer in snezhnaya. even remarkable people from other nations come to you, don't they?”
“you flatter me” you lowered your head, feeling small in front of him. “but i would still feel out of place.”
“then i will organize a gala you can call your place.” he cupped your chin with his hand clad in a black leather glove. “the guests would wear your works, everyone would have eyes for you.”
“i'm afraid if i take a large number of jobs, my time would be scarce to attend the event.” his hand would go up to one of your cheeks, his thumb dancing over your warm skin.
“then it will be as soon as you are finished.” his smile was serene, but you well knew he felt victorious holding you in the palm of his hand.
“i can't refuse, can i?” you laughed softly.
⟡ ⠀through your eyes⠀⠀⊹⠀⠀ soshiro hoshina & you
gn, flower shop owner reader. soshiro realizes how much you mean to him, and how afraid he is to admit it. hurt/comfort. this is the part 2 of my scaredy cat series.
it had been a busy few months for both of you. hoshina had finally been accepted into the defense forces while you busied yourself moving into the heart of tokyo, setting up a modest little shop adorned with the seasonal flowers.
however, you made plans to say goodbye soon, as the man would be heading back south as he was assigned a base in the area. you had always remained close to each other since your childhoods and had formed daily habits that went around that, so it was a bit of a shock to hear the news.
but you would still support him from afar— even with empty words as you watched the tv hoping to see his smiling face on some news. you wished the best for the man even though you lacked the right words to express it in front of him.
you had watched him strive since he was a little boy; when he trained with his brother, when calluses began to grow on his fingers after carrying swords for long periods of time and how he explained his techniques to you with fervor.
you always felt that he deserved the best— the nicest compliments and the sweetest words, for he had worked so hard.
and somehow, you wanted to be the person who showered him with such praise. no matter how much your lips trembled as you tried to say something that would sound corny, or how much your hands clenched the fabric of your garments as you blushed in embarrassment, thinking of something nice to say to soshiro.
you hadn't changed a bit since you were a little kid, you knew that. and that was only highlighted by the way your eyes were fixed on a null point as you felt firm arms wrap around your waist with a certain warmth and utmost care.
you felt your cheeks burn, and silence greeted you as you shared that embrace that was beginning to linger longer than it should.
his head rested on your shoulder and you could feel his breathing vaguely bump against your ear.
you didn't know that his eyes, likewise, were looking at a blank spot behind you. you meant so much to him emotionally— even though he didn't mention it and you remained unaware of it.
you were the first person who welcomed him with open arms without judging what he did and how he did it. the first person who was interested in learning his techniques and who was genuinely intrigued by his extracurricular activities.
at that age he was used to hearing the opinions of only his clan, so seeing something different than that was special to him.
you were just a curious child from a family that happened to live not far from the hoshina settlement. during the summer vacations you liked to go visit him to hang out with him and watch him train until night fell and you would say goodbye with a broad smile.
every day he waited for you, even if he didn't say it out loud. he always took time off for you, to greet you and chat a bit while he rested from his practices— his older brother teased him by saying that he was in love, and he deeply denied it.
but perhaps soichiro's words weren't too far from the truth.
soshiro began to integrate you into his daily life and unconsciously dedicated part of his busy schedule to you just for the whim of seeing you; to see your smile, to hear your voice while you explained something to him, or simply to watch you while spending time together.
he appreciated you a lot more than he did any other acquaintance and that only reinforced the theory that he liked you
as much as he was afraid to admit it
as much as he knew that it was a huge liability because of his line of work
for he didn't want to put your life at risk, or involve you in the intricacies of his work that might escalate to something bigger
for he knew that your life was volatile, fragile in the sight of a kaiju
he would never forgive himself if he was seriously wounded one day and saw you looking at his bandaged body in distress. he would never forgive himself if he lost his life in combat while you waited for him at home, patient and innocent.
so he turned away from you before his body betrayed him, before he felt the need to cling to you and ignore his duties as part of the defense forces. because you meant so much to him and soshiro wasn't yet ready to say goodbye.
so he would force it.
"soshiro?"
your voice, trembling with obvious hesitation, left your lips in an almost silent trickle. you dared to observe the scowl that adorned his face, how his lips were pressed into a thin line and how those crimson orbs were somehow avoiding looking directly at you
a knot was born in both of your throats, as you clung to each other because of the weight you assigned to the other's presence in your lives. you were like puzzle pieces— made to be together, hands intertwined, close.
so this sudden event would cause certain repercussions in your lives. consequences that both would evade and hide when facing the uncertainty, not knowing how the other would react when declaring something as heavy as love.
⟡ ⠀hold me tight⠀⠀⊹⠀⠀ soshiro hoshina & you
gn, flower shop owner reader who deals with depression and anxiety. hurt/comfort, a bit of angst maybe. this is the part 1 of my scaredy cat series.
what you had achieved so far slipped through your fingers like fine sand, swallowed up, swept away by greedy waves of poisonous distress, almost like ivy, choking your laments as they hugged your throat.
the prelude to a chain of events that would almost push you over the edge in front of the person you most admired— you felt so weak and ashamed.
the piece of paper was lying in front of you, sharing a place next to your friend's results.
your expression bordered on sadness even though you had passed just as he had, lips pressed into a thin line
you thought you didn't deserve it
and soshiro looked at you worriedly
he took your hand gently and even dared to intertwine his fingers with yours for brief instants
he ran the pad of his thumb over the back of your hand.
"sorry…"
you mumbled in an almost inaudible whisper.
you knew how hard he had worked to get here, how many sleepless nights had passed in which he had dedicated himself to training
how he woke up almost every day only to pick up the sword
how his hands were calloused, rough to the touch from gripping the weapon so tightly for so long
but you thought you lacked the same spark that he did
and that you were just following him without any purpose beyond accompanying him in his dream.
even if that were so, you would be useless as his companion.
you couldn't protect others, you were incapable of fighting and you felt useless compared to most others.
so why did you decide to accept your friend's proposal to take the exams for the defense forces together?
perhaps it was because of how enthusiastic he seemed to be when he told you about his plan.
how his smile spread across his face and his eyes took on the shape of little crescents
he seemed so cheerful talking to you, convincing you to hold his hand if you became nervous during the exam
your lower lip trembled with insecurity as you realized that you just didn't want to disappoint him
you were afraid to see his dissapointed face
because you wanted to live up to his expectations
however, the silent, disconsolate sob you barely managed to utter was proof enough of how much you demanded of yourself, and how it didn't seem to be nearly enough for you to live up to the man in front of you.
you didn't deserve the results etched in ink that went hand in hand with your name, much less could you allow your racing heartbeat to be the cause of your fractured smile that came before your tears.
because you were happy to have passed, but you could not accept it.
there were people much better suited for this job than you— and you even assured yourself that you would fail the next exam.
so if you were so fervent in your claims, why would you even take that second test?
why put in the effort?
"it would be… better if i supported you from afar."
you managed to feel that hint of sadness through the touch of the dark-haired one, who refused to withdraw his hand from yours
even though you tried to retract yours, trembling.
"i don't think i can do this."
you bit your lower lip with the intention of holding back those tears that threatened to spill from your eyes
"sorry"
your jaw trembled to the rhythm of your hands, voice bathed in obvious fear
your gaze barely lifted at the sound of your friend's voice.
"'tis not a job apt for everyone, so don't beat yerself up over it."
a soft, almost gentle tone adorned those words
and your heart ached in anguish when you didn't find the disappointment you had imagined.
perhaps he was hiding it, so as not to make you uncomfortable.
soshiro was always attentive to you— even his touch on your fearful hands was as soft as feathers
and that made you imagine that he was hiding what he really wanted to tell you.
because you'd heard harsh words throughout your life
just like him
he was as exhausted as you, carrying so much on his shoulders— and yet he had decided to stay by your side, to comfort you when you hit rock bottom and try to ease what you were so worried about.
you felt that all you were doing was occupying him more than he already was, putting more weight on him, even though he repeated several times that this did not bother him at all, that he did it voluntarily.
the wall that divided the two of you was the simple fact that he wanted to begin to fight against what he had been told throughout his life
while you were just sinking, learning to live with it rather than against it.
so you assumed that everyone would treat you the same; and when that didn't happen you simply thought the worst
even if you didn't want to
"ya better support me like you say"
soshiro's finger was pointing at you, and his little fangs showed above his lower lip
you lightly mimicked his smile, aware that he was only acting this way in an attempt to cheer you up
"i wanna see yer pretty face all happy, 'kay?"
𐔌 scaredy cat masterlist ⊹
soshino hoshina x gn, flower shop owner reader
⠀ ◟ perhaps you cared for smaller living beings in response to the realization that you lacked appreciation for your own life, and soshiro did not like this.
in debris, prologue
hold me tight, part 1 through your eyes, part 2
⟡ ⠀in debris⠀⠀⊹⠀⠀ soshiro hoshina & you
gn, flower shop owner reader who deals with depression and anxiety. hurt/comfort, a bit of angst maybe. this is the prologue of my scaredy cat series.
the vice-captain of the third division was the soldier you trusted the most— much more than the captain, mina ashiro, or the first division.
it was all because you knew him from childhood, and you had brief conversations with him whenever you could. you considered him one of your closest friends and the one you could turn to in case of a kaiju emergency.
but at the time you had not managed to evacuate for the appropriate period of time to do so.
because of the most childish whim you had ever had, or because of the fear that something might happen to the little creature you cared for.
regardless of the reason- the shadow of the kaiju was reflected in the windows of your modest store
and your cat remained in your arms, protected under your body as you crouched behind the counter in search of the slightest protection.
you took a few long minutes looking for taro, your pet, as you didn't want to leave him behind while you were escaping from a kaiju
but that might cost you your life
and you were trembling thinking that the defense forces would not arrive in time.
"you dumb…! if i had only found you earlier…"
you scolded your cat, as if it could understand you
but there was evident fear in your trembling voice, and with your eyes firmly closed you expected the worst.
you put your life on someone else's shoulders selfishly, and because of it you were going to pay the consequences
however, a low thud made you raise your head from behind the counter- curious, shaking with fear at the imposing silence that now reigned in the area.
the figure of a certain soldier appeared amidst the rubble and dust, blades in his hands and the kaiju cut into pieces in front of him.
as he put away his weapons and turned to scan the place where you were sheltering, a smile filled with relief spread on your face.
"hoshina!"
you would deeply regret many things, perhaps your lack of appreciation for your own life, or your lack of common sense in most cases
but what you would never regret is trusting the vice-captain of the third division.
who likewise exclaimed your name in surprise, walking into the (almost) completely destroyed shop with a certain quickness.
"i told you to evacuate as soon as you can! you have to stop putting your life at risk like this!"
his index finger pointed at you accusingly and you pouted as you frowned
he was absolutely right, but you kept ignoring what he said.
as usual
"i couldn't leave taro behind!"
what you argued caused the man to look at you perplexed for seconds.
he let out a sigh in defeat, but held out his hand to you with the intention of helping you out of your little hiding place.
you took it, and taro meowed with a little bit of jealousy at the sight of soshiro, while he held on to the arm with which you were carrying him.
it wasn't the first time you went through a scenario similar to this, where your life was in imminent danger and the soldier's blades cut the evil that haunted you.
with his clenched jaw and crimson eyes he always gave you an angry glare as he watched pearly beads spilling from your eyes continuously, almost as if you were regretting your careless actions.
but this had become a bad habit of yours and soshiro still didn't understand why you did it.
he insisted that he wouldn't always be there to take care of you
no matter how much he wanted to
you understood that easily enough— it was clear that he was a busy man and that there would be bigger threats to deal with someday.
however, your life has always depended on a thread that you don't know how to take care of.
you were fully aware of your actions no matter how much you hid behind empty excuses, no matter how much you hid the growing knot in your throat and how often you were glum as you listened to him scolding you
you convinced yourself that you didn't need a shield
you convinced yourself that you didn't need someone else to watch over your health
but you found yourself looking for his touch, his warmth, his affection and appreciation— even if you felt you were not worthy enough for it
you were content with his harsh words as he confronted you for your poor actions
you were content to feel his hand close tightly as he felt yours, drawing you to him
you were content to hear him say sweet words when months went by without seeing each other
you were content to start hearing his voice like a humming sound inside a vault of thick, impenetrable silence every time he tried to talk sense into you
every time he tried to explain to you how your life was so precious
because you just didn't understand
but for him there were not enough words to describe how much he loved you.
⟡ ⠀bites⠀⠀⊹⠀⠀ soshiro hoshina & you
gn reader. reader is a soldier within the third division and he teases you until your face is burning red. established relationship, playful banter and suggestive.
engrossed in the training room, you were concentrating on recreating the fight with the kaiju you barely managed to defeat hours ago— it had left you wounded and you couldn't do much until reinforcements arrived, so you were frustrated.
you pointed your weapon in the air while questioning if your sequence of movements had been wrong, maybe it was the bullets…?
feeling a sharp pain in your left shoulder caused you to end your training session abruptly.
you grabbed the area with your right hand and let out a groan of pain
you had been instructed to rest in the infirmary, but you stubbornly refused and went back to training.
you began to regret your choice of ideas and you closed your eyes in defeat.
laying down on the cold floor, you let your limbs stretch out
and you thought about leaving the room after the pain was gone
with that in mind, you were about to get up to pick up your things
had it not been for a weight that was placed on top of you, and in response you opened your eyes in obvious surprise
“hey darlin'”
seeing your partner just inches away from your face was not something you had expected
he had laid down on you, sharing his physical warmth and embracing you gently
his face had now found a place between the hollow of your neck and over your right shoulder.
you felt his calm breath on the complexion of your neck, lightly moving the hairs that peeked out from the nape of your neck.
“soshiro— wouldn't it be better if…? hey!”
you whined as you felt his fangs sinking into your earlobe, later licking the same
“there's no one awake now, don't worry.”
and that didn't inspire you much confidence, as you knew how… affectionate the vice-captain of the third division could be
you knew he wouldn't do anything risky in a place like this, but you just weren't in the mood for it.
“besides, you shouldn't be here anyway. i think i was very clear when i ordered you to stay behind and rest”.
you formed a pout and were about to answer him, but what left your lips was a weak whimper
his teeth marked your skin firmly and then kissed the area, repeating these actions a couple of times more along your exposed neck
as your breathing became agitated, your wrists were imprisoned by hoshina's hands. you had no way of getting him off of you and he had made sure to apply enough force on you to keep you from slipping away.
he was looking down on you from above, and you could see how his compression shirt clung to the muscles of his torso.
in a way that view was the only thing that made you realize the position you were in.
“soshi-”
“no.”
“okay, i'll go back to the infirmary and get the rest i need.”
you watched a smile expand on the man's face just before his lips embraced yours.
and just as you were about to return his kiss, he pulled away from you giving you a bite on your lower lip
“hoshina!”
his laughter echoed in the room, finally leaving you alone and giving you a gentle kiss on your forehead as you stood up
“if you behave and fulfill your rest maybe i'll reward ya later”
you felt your cheeks burn as you realized what he was referring to.
⟡ ⠀countless nights⠀⠀⊹⠀⠀ soshiro hoshina & you
gn reader. hurt/comfort, established relationship. reader is a soldier within the third division, and he loves you much more than words can describe. part two of hope of devotion.
a little more than three weeks had passed
doctors said you were in perfect condition, that your wounds had healed almost completely and your body was not rejecting any treatment.
however, it was a mystery why you were not regaining consciousness.
It could be risky to resort to any method that would be forceful, so they opted to wait
and as the days went by, they stated that you were in a coma.
your life was fragile, weak, feeble; just like that of any human, because you were a soldier did not make you any different from the average adult— you were just that, a human, nothing more.
with that in mind, many began to lose hope and their hearts were heavy, sinking in anguish of losing that singular strength, radiant and unique that only you carried.
the ever-cautious vice-captain looked tired, and many began to realize how his routine was beginning to crumble.
the very person who had advised them not to cling so tightly to their colleagues, because of the dangerous nature of their line of work.
with each passing day, he seemed to grow more impatient
looking for a sign, a hint— something to tell him that you would soon wake up and resume your daily activities.
but your immobile body refused to make any kind of change.
your fingers were warm, soft to the touch, with slightly robust fingertips as a result of your daily, arduous training in the defense forces.
he caressed the back of your hand with his thumb as he took it, then intertwined his fingers with the utmost delicacy
how much he wished that after waking up in the morning, or after returning from a mission, you would be waiting for him with open arms.
and without fail there he was, when he woke up, after going to exterminate kaijus, and even before going to sleep.
kafka noticed how the light in the training room had stopped being on so late, and how instead it was the light in the infirmary that was glowing
he noticed how he began to condense his own schedule even further because of the urge to see you
it had already become obvious to the entire third division that the vice-captain held you in high esteem and that your relationship was always much deeper than it appeared at first glance.
his attitude never changed and his characteristic loud laughter was often heard in the corridors, so it was complex to realize what was really going on.
soshiro had always been good at hiding his intentions— his feelings and wishes.
he cared for others as much as he cared for you, so he wouldn't let them be distraught by seeing him in a poor condition
because they were still ignorant of how much you meant to him
for they did not know how often he had rested his head on your torso, looking at your face as you rested so peacefully
they didn't know how usually early in the morning you used to exchange soft kisses, careful not to let anyone find you
they didn't know how your fingers had become accustomed to sinking into soshiro's hair
they didn't know how you used to dedicate mellifluous whispers to the crimson-eyed one, as sweet as honey
they were unaware of the times when he wondered what his life would be like without you in it
for every little action you did had been engraved in his daily life
his body missed the warmth of yours, hearing your voice as you recounted your accomplishments during your latest mission
he left his seat due to his long stay in the quiet room. with his head down he thought of retiring for the day and returning as soon as the sun began to rise— however, a faint voice rose in the thick silence causing him to stop his pace.
“don't leave…”
his eyes widened in unmeasurable surprise, meeting your gaze with his
as a soft smile began to form on your face, soshiro was already by your side again
he held on to your hand and showed you a smile where his little fangs peeked out over his lower lip
son of melancholy, a knot was born in his throat as he heard your voice mentioning his name with such affection.
your hands encapsulated his with delicacy, and you could feel perfectly how his fingers barely applied any force on your naked skin.
he clarified how long you had been unconscious and you felt sadness in his voice, even though his radiant smile went against that feeling
you exchanged words until your cheeks began to ache as you smiled, until you had no subjects to talk about
but you knew he wouldn't be honest enough to admit how much he'd missed you during this long period of time.
how many times he had stood waiting for you in this very room
and when you heard the door open, you turned your face in its direction and then put your index finger to your lips, asking for silence— to save the surprised sighs of seeing you awake for later.
it was because vice-captain hoshina was sleeping peacefully on your lap, happy, serene after hearing your voice, seeing you speak and smiling at him as he likes so much.
𐔌 kaiju no. 8 masterlist ⊹
narumi gen
soichiro hoshina
teaser be with me
soshiro hoshina
hope of devotion countless nights bites scaredy cat series: discontinued. teaser
⟡ ⠀hope of devotion⠀⠀⊹⠀⠀ soshiro hoshina & you
gn reader. hurt/comfort, established relationship. reader is a soldier within the third division, no one knows about the relationship but mina. part two.
even though those lives tied to the past had slipped through your fingers unannounced- you would do everything you could do to protect those around you, those people so dear to you and even those you didn't know, now and in the future.
as a member of the defense forces, you knew all too well how ephemeral, fragile and weak human lives were.
yet, considering yourself part of humanity's shield against kaiju, you let your life dance closely to the fire
and the flames embraced you, calling out with greed and despair
because you were a prodigy in your generation, being able to release 86% of combat power during the tests alone.
all eyes were on you, all depended on you
and you would give your life in exchange for the protection of others.
so as soon as you were out of oxygen and your throat was covered by a metallic taste, it never crossed your mind to withdraw from combat.
and when you started to become part of the attire of a white bed, he would be with you
regretting not having arrived earlier.
you were fighting a honju on your own despite countless warnings; you took charge of evacuating the incapacitated soldiers from the area and protected those who supported you during the battle.
you took on the role of a defensive force as long as someone of higher rank could assist you— however, the wounded were increasing and you did not want to allow anyone on your battlefield to suffer serious consequences.
“it's one life in exchange for saving many.”
was what you thought as soon as your ribcage was pierced, debris greeting you on the heavy pavement.
and if it hadn't been for that probably several soldiers would have lost their lives.
the last thing you remember before you lost consciousness was seeing the vice-captain arriving on the scene, cutting the kaiju with agility and skill.
you smiled, weak and in immeasurable pain
for you knew that the soldiers would no longer be in danger, on their own and against such a strong monster.
from that moment on you began to wander in an endless limbo, aimlessly, among your thoughts and sound asleep on a soft mattress. you felt your body light, as if you lacked any kind of concern.
you did not know that you underwent emergency surgery, how you suffered from a serious lung injury and how many thought they would lose a strong bastion of the third division that night.
you were given oxygen by machine, and your vital signs were carefully monitored.
you had no family, so you never left the base and were allowed to rest in the base infirmary.
soshiro was the only person you could consider family.
he had an overwhelmingly busy schedule— but every day, after filling a cup of coffee and getting up at sunrise, he would come to see you.
it was a silent date that became a part of his daily routine.
he would intertwine your fingers with yours
he would watch you attentively
hoping you would wake up and give him one of your contagious smiles as usual.
it had already been a week since you were hospitalized
and he didn't dare to say it out loud, or think about it,
but he missed you— for to him you were much more than just a number among the soldiers.
“lately i see you coming into the infirmary more often.”
self-absorbed, he was unable to notice when ashiro entered the room
“are you worried about their situation?”
“they're part of the division, it's natural for me to see how they're doin'.”
he had told a half-lie
and it was just that his way of speaking retained that playful tone, despite his current position
“isn't there something else?”
mina looked at him with a face bordering near inexpressive, waiting for some kind of answer from him
you were his light, ever since you gave him a reason to protect, to fight for others and not only to feel worthy enough
he was devoted to you, only you
to the glow that you radiated every time your eyes fell on him
to the determination with which you trained alongside your colleagues, to surpass your own limits
to the warmth you displayed— like radiant sunshine
“i don't know what yer talkin' about"
he said it bringing one of his hands to the back of his neck, laughing with an almost unrecognizable hint of nervousness.
but ashiro could read between the lines
“they would have scolded you if they saw you in this state.”
she sighed, grabbing the door with the intention of leaving.
“don't worry too much. they are a strong person, i'm sure they'll wake up soon.”
and that is what hoshina longed for the most.
⟡ ⠀between us⠀⠀⊹⠀⠀ guns n' roses & you
gn reader. poly relationship later on, reader is just messing around with them here, might be not fully canon-compliant. argenthill is established.
“remind me why i accompanied you all the way here”.
“to make idrila's grace known and help anyone in need.”
you watched from a distance as the cyborg gave a faint grimace of displeasure as he detailed his surroundings.
you knew perfectly well that the knights of beauty were destined to wander the cosmos in solitude
and that argenti had probably never asked boothill to go with him.
so the cowboy was here on his own free will and at his own whim.
you laughed as your gazes met.
soon you would be behind the galaxy ranger and the knight of beauty
you put your arms over their shoulders and hugged them, as if they were old friends
perhaps you considered them as such, given how long you had been following them.
you had played the highest notes in the intricate score written by aha, but your greed enveloped your laughter like poison ivy and it begged for more.
now you would take the role of the cat during this hunt, and play with your prey ruthlessly. you would be fine; the icicles rising from your fingertips would not let you get hurt.
“oh, knight. this world has just survived a tragedy and they are vulnerable to any word they hear; don't you think that's taking advantage of people's innocence?”
boothill's eyes bore into you like daggers.
on your lower back you felt some pressure, and assumed it would be the tip of the cowboy's gun.
that action alone caused a smile to spread across your face, amused.
apparently, the cyborg didn't like his boyfriend being messed with.
how cute
“my duty is to defend the honor of beauty, i don't intend to force others if they are unable to recognize it.”
you smiled as you held back your laughter
defend the honor of beauty?
hadn't Idrila already fallen?
you thought that the knights of beauty were like headless ants, walking around aimlessly.
“and you, beautiful masked fool? why do our paths intertwine today?
he took your hand, placing his lips on it, and it seemed to you that he almost kissed it.
it was an action that left you speechless for seconds.
“i came here to have fun”
and to hang out with them
but you wouldn't say that
“our definitions of fun seem to be different”
boothill didn't look like he was entirely comfortable with your company.
and he probably would have pulled the trigger if it hadn't been for the fact that they were in a bustling plaza
and because argenti had asked him not to resort to violence as much as possible.
you had heard that the anonymous had embraced this cold planet with a mellifluous warmth, and you were curious to witness the quiet waltz that the inhabitants of belobog now danced.
because to you, the monotonous melodies, the dramaless chants and soft intonations were meaningless. you wanted a world immersed in laughter, bursting with loud ups and downs and moving symphonies.
and what better world to build your own orchestra in than one that has already been kissed by chaos?
you laughed at the thought, earning a distrustful glance from the cyborg.
your interactions, with him at least, were bittersweet
you always looked so ethereal, enigmatic and singular— tracing icy paths before disappearing in a frozen blizzard
you laid a trap for them covered in unintelligible decorations, in fabricated snowflakes
though for you it was more like showing them your personality.
to make friends you have to grow closer, right?
you know them well enough, so the only fair thing is for them to get to know you better
beyond your facade as an icy wanderer.
for argenti: you still had an indescribable beauty— despite being a fool, you looked like an iridescent crystal butterfly, radiating a unique light.
worthy of being bounded by terms such as “beautiful, precious, one of a kind”.
and perhaps that's why boothill seemed to want you far away
because throughout the entire way, the knight of beauty kept on complimenting you
and you knew it was his nature
but you couldn't resist laughing with your hand covering your mouth every time the cowboy's gears screeched with rage.
it reminded you of when you checked into the hotel during the morning
you didn't have any money with you, and argenti offered to pay for your room
“why the fudge are ya offerin' to pay for this child of a nice lady's room?”
you laughed out loud at the censorship, and he was about to point his gun at you one more time.
in the end boothill paid for the rooms for both of you— he would share his with argenti
he showed you his middle finger before he went to sleep with his boyfriend
in response you froze it
he looked at you terrified, with his mouth wide open and teeth showing
that night you laughed so hard that tears formed in your eyes and you had to clutch your stomach between both hands.
part one
⟡ ⠀rather unexpected⠀⠀⊹⠀⠀ guns n' roses & you
gn reader. poly relationship later on, reader is just messing around with them here, might be not fully canon-compliant. argenthill is established.
wandering through the intricate cosmos, the knight of beauty and the cowboy met by mere chance.
they had several encounters, and exchanged ideals, words and opinions in brief conversations.
boothill was attracted to the singularity of the man.
it was unusual for the cowboy that someone would not avoid him just because he was a wanted criminal, and that he would go out of his way to praise every aspect of him.
argenti had never seen a cyborg so… beautiful. he was completely captivated by his body, every part of it and the complexity of it— it was simply spectacular.
and just as the two of them met and began a curious and unexpected relationship through these encounters, they found you during their many travels.
over and over again; you were always there, on some distant planet or star.
they knew nothing about you, beyond your voice, unique appearance and… curious ability to be everywhere at once.
it was both an ethereal and ominous feeling
why didn't boothill's bullets reach you?
why were you oblivious to argenti's voice?
you seemed to disappear in icy frost every time they tried to get close to you.
you were unconscious of how peculiar you were to both of them, and you played along with the little cat-and-mouse chase you had meticulously orchestrated. the company of these two was not bothersome, after all.
however; every symphony comes to an end and although aha's ballad danced along with you, you were exhausted after what seemed like months of empty haunting.
you were unaware then that this would be the prelude to a everlasting, gentle orchestra.
“good evening, gentlemen”
your voice was as cold as winter itself, and the hands positioned on his shoulders felt like a sharp sickle blade.
soon you would feel a gun and a spear kissing your cheeks, and a faint smile would appear on your lips.
you closed your eyes, forming crescents as you felt the spear separate with an agonized sigh.
“forgive me, i had no idea it was about you. it has never been my intention to appear hostile.”
his voice genuinely sounded distraught
in comparison to the cowboy, who was still pointing at you with a determined frown on his face.
argenti tried to convince him to greet you differently, but his words seemed to be silent to the cyborg.
you watched the interaction with amusement, grin gradually widening
“how could i trust someone who has only been giving us trouble all this time?”
you felt boothill's finger bury itself in the trigger of his gun
in a split second the shot echoed out, bullet stuck in a far wall while behind both of their backs you laughed.
you feared for a few seconds that the cyborg's action would cause you harm, but you trusted blindly in your abilities to get you out of that predicament.
you wanted to have fun with them, to prolong the interactions as a dramatic finale to a lively score. it never crossed your mind to hurt them in any way— you were as attracted to them as they were to you.
you covered your mouth with one of your hands, the cowboy's hat resting on your head as if that was its place.
although in your opinion that's where it should stay
it's not as if you didn't know the implications of that action.
“you…!” the cyborg looked dumbfounded, his companion equally surprised
“no need to resort to violence, 'hill. i've been merciful, greeting you properly, and now you want to scare me away?”
but you were a curious fool
even if they tried to get rid of you, you would continue to accompany them on their travels through the starry firmament.
argenti mentioned something about how charming it was the way you could evade them at will.
boothill seemed more annoyed by it than captivated.
and while you were listening to argenti's nice words, he kept aiming at you and making several attempts to remove the hat.
it wasn't until the knight of beauty approached his partner to give him a gentle kiss on his cheek that he stopped.
genuinely, he completely stopped
you burst out laughing at the sight of the puzzled face of the criminal, his eyes almost showing blue screens due to the suddenness of that action
you returned the hat to its owner as he remained frozen.
“if they had any intention of harming us, they would have done it by now, darling.”
argenti was right
you just wanted to get closer to them, that was all.
wasn't it?
inspo from jadestone2's roses 'n bullets for her.
part two