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heya wanted to know if requests are open,, also i really like your writing gnhgn hope to see more of it,, but in no way im trying to rush you isfonhisfhomps
haHA yes hello requests are still open but I've been very busy with a project as well as getting my ass kicked by life (again). Don't worry I don't feel rushed, I'm just very tired and dead.
I'm glad you like my writing! That's sweet haha
Hmm, I had another request in the works, so maybe I'll finish that one and post it soon, but thanks for checking in, anon! I think I'm just burnt out rn, that's all
Hi again, I forgot to mention I will be uploading any further chapters of 'Piece by Piece' on Archive of Our Own, the link to the next chapter is below.
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Finn, Chris and Leo taking care of reader who's sick with a fever
Finn Oldman
He finds out that you're sick when you have to cancel plans with him last minute due to waking up with a fever, and decides to come over, since it was his day off.
"Finn? What are you doing here? shouldn't you be enjoying your day off?" "I came to check up on you and drop these off, dummy. Besides, who says I can't spend my day off with you even while sick?" He holds up a small bag with medicine, snacks and extra water bottles, grinning
He's not much of a cook, unfortunately, so you're going to have to either instruct him on how to cook simple stuff you can handle, or he goes to buy it because there's no way he's letting you cook while you're sick-- sick people are supposed to take it easy and rest.
he probably reminisces a bit about how when he got sick as a kid, Lindsey would take care of him and how some of the other children would occasionally pop in to comfort or keep him company.
He doesn't leave your side, and accommodates you, keeping his voice low and letting you sleep most of the time. The only time he'll bother you is to take your medicine.
If your place is messy, he'll tidy a bit, and you'll be able to listen to his humming as he works. The sound is comforting and makes you smile, which in turns makes it easier for you to relax and recover.
"Hey, Finn?" "Hmm?" "Thanks. I really appreciate it." "No problem, I'll do this anytime for you."
Chris Redgrave
Chris comes over unprompted at some point with some packaged sweets, but is surprised to see you lethargic and barely standing at the front door
His nurturing instincts kick in and he puts the cakes in the fridge, ushering you back to bed and instead going to whip up something simple and easy for your stomach to handle.
He learnt how to make a few dishes, mostly because he was living alone but also because he wanted to impress Michelle with something a little homemade sometimes.
"Food's done~ do you want me to spoon feed you as well?" "Chris! I can do it myself... But thanks."
He offers the same thing when taking your medicine, but you quickly swallow the spoonful and he giggles at your grimace as he hands you some fruit juice to wash down the taste.
he changes the towel on your forehead routinely, brushing your hair back a bit. His hand sometimes lingers when he thinks you're not paying attention. He may even lightly pat your back to help you sleep.
He'll keep busy by talking about whatever has happened to him recently, and you may or may not fall asleep while he talks, since his voice is so nice to listen to. He won't even be that offended if you actually do.
if you're groaning in your sleep and have fever dreams he'll lightly hold your hand, and stroke your back soothingly to comfort you, quietly telling you that it'll be okay and that he was with you.
Leo Constantine Pinochle
He calls you one day on business, but becomes concerned when you pick up two missed calls and three rings later. Your scratchy and tired voice gives your condition away and his concern only grows.
"Did you need something, Leo?" "Well, I needed to discuss some things with you, but it can wait since it wasn't that important. I'm coming over soon, so just wait."
He gathers the necessary items for a cold with some advice from Bernard, then calls a chauffeur to drive to your place. He also brings some work with him, and his chauffeur helps him bring in the stuff.
You're concerned; both with the amount of stuff he brought and also that he was going to fall behind on work since he was a very busy person. He simply scoffs and tells you that he was going to be doing some work in the house, so you didn't need to worry about that.
He places all the stuff you need within reach and sits nearby, starting to busily type away on his laptop. He doesn't talk much other than that, but the clacking of the keyboard is somewhat soothing, helping you drift off.
At some point he asks if you want some music, and asks which disk you want to play on the gramophone. You leave it up to him as long as it's soothing, and soon soft classical music fills the house.
He sets up some fruit salad made by his chef in a bowl (while low-key hinting that you need to get better dishes) and pours some tea from a thermos flask (bc lbr here, I'm not sure he knows or wants to know how to use a kettle)
if you ask him to feed you he'll deadpan 'no', but if you stare longingly at him long enough he'll cave and sigh while feeding you some slices of fruit.
Piece by Piece- Chapter 2: fudgee bars and strawberry flan
Content warnings- none
Word count: 3259 words
After almost everyone in the room sternly shushed Chris, they all turned back to Flann, who seemed to have lost his nerve and was now staring at the floor, unable to meet their eyes any longer.
“Chris, I get that you’re shocked, but you don’t have to scream so loudly. Jeez, I feel like my ears are going to bleed…” Finn grumbled, and Chris turned on him, eyes blazing.
“You knew beforehand, didn’t you! That’s why you were acting so suspicious earlier! Unbelievable! My own buddy keeping things from me like this!” he whined, and Finn rolled his eyes.
“I can keep secrets of my own you know! I don’t need to tell you everything and besides, you were going to learn about this sooner or later. Stop being so dramatic.”
Wendy kept her eyes on Flann, seeming preoccupied. “Um… You don’t have your card anymore, do you? I’m pretty sure it was sealed away after the royal coronation…” she asked, and Flann twitched, timidly glancing up at her.
“Ah, yes. That’s what has been decided, and… I never want to go near it again, anyway.” He finished with a bitter smile and Wendy’s eyes widened, before she lowered her head and pressed her lips into a thin line.
“…I see. Welcome to High Card, I hope we get along from now on.” she said, giving a short bow before exiting the room, and Vijay held a hand to his chest, smiling amicably.
“I am Vijay. I don’t have much else to add to my introduction, but by all means, I insist you stop at my desk at any time so I can introduce you to my Verdure associates. Welcome to High Card, I look forward to working with you.”
In response to Flann’s lost expression, Finn came over and whispered “He means the potted plants around the building. Just smile and nod.”
Flann quickly followed suit. “A-ah, okay, alright. Thank you.” He gave a small smile back and Vijay nodded before heading out.
Leo started to walk out too, sighing. “I already introduced myself when I interviewed you, make sure to work hard, and try not to get influenced by those two idiots.” He shot Finn and Chris a look and they both shrugged, looking away.
Chris rubbed the back of his neck, giving a lopsided smile. “…We’ve met before, but I’ll introduce myself again just in case. Chris Redgrave, the charming ladies’ man with a major sweet tooth. Hmm… Well, I’m going back to work now, so see you around!”
The man left with a bout of laughter that sounded somewhat strained and Finn watched him go, glancing back at Flann’s unreadable expression and pinching the bridge of his nose with a sigh.
It wasn’t really surprising things would be super awkward between these two, considering what happened the last time they met…
Bernard, who had remained until the end, gently put a hand on Flann’s shoulder. “Mr Flann, I will be the one to guide you through our inner workings. Don’t worry too much about imitating me; simply observing and learning will do for today.”
Finn smiled to himself, relieved that Bernard was the one in charge of mentoring Flann. There would be no mentor as patient and professional as Bernard, so he felt comfortable enough to leave Flann alone to get to his work. He lightly patted Flann on the back, beginning to head out.
“Well, I’ll get to work now. Good luck, big bro!”
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Despite the shocking start to the day, business went on as usual. The members occasionally saw Flann with Bernard in certain areas of the building, Flann listening intently as the old man explained through things, but other than that, he had very little to no interaction with anyone else.
It was around morning tea time that another surprise was revealed.
“Wow, is that…?” Wendy gasped as they all sat down to take a break. Presented in crystal desert cups sat perfectly shaped flan with cream and fresh strawberries glistened invitingly.
Bernard poured some tea for everyone, looking very pleased with himself.
“Hoho. Just a little welcoming gift I prepared for our newest addition. Strawberry flan.” He said, casting a knowing look towards Flann, whose cheeks were dusted a pale pink and his eyes shining in wonder.
“I wasn't sure if you'd like sweets, so I decided to go with the subtle sweetness of vanilla, and plenty of fresh strawberries." He added, and Flann picked up a cup, a warm smile flourishing on his lips. He glanced firstly at Bernard, then at each of the High card members.
“Thank you so much. I’m sure I will enjoy the taste and effort put into it.” he said, and the mood seemed to lighten as everyone had tea and dug into the treat, which was silky smooth, slightly sweet and paired well with the tart strawberries. Amongst the light chatter, Leo huffed as he took a bite of flan, cream and strawberries layered in his spoon, glancing at Bernard somewhat sulkily.
“Aren’t you spoiling the newcomer a bit too much? He still has yet to complete his work trial; I wouldn’t suggest getting so attached too quickly.” He murmured, and Bernard sipped his tea leisurely, eyes crinkling with a mischievous twinkle.
“Oh? Is the young master jealous, perhaps? Not to worry, I can spoil you too, if you so wish. Shall I make your favourite dessert?” he asked, and Leo bristled, angrily taking a big gulp of lukewarm tea. “No need. Also, I am not jealous. Don’t get the wrong idea.”
Bernard chuckled quietly to himself and gazed at Flann, who had Finn sitting next to him. The younger was trying to drag Chris closer, while the other man resolutely dug his heels into the ground, whining that he’d rather sit next to a gorgeous lady on his next date.
“He is not a victim, but a survivor. There is no doubt that invoking San Galgano for so many years has taken a heavy toll on both his mind and body. I only wish to help soothe the pain in his heart, even by a little.”
Leo gazed into his teacup, before draining the rest of his tea, sighing. “…You’re too nice.”
“Perhaps it comes with age.”
After that, the rest of the day continued, and Finn did his usual sales promotions to customers that came in, sometimes with Chris pitching in and sealing the deal. When it was time for his break, Chris excused himself to the back room and hummed as he unwrapped a fudgee bar, not looking up when he opened the door.
He went to sit down on the couch when he caught sight of someone in the corner of his eye and whipped his head around to see Flann sitting on the other end of the couch, staring at the table and taking another bite of his sandwich.
Flann subtly glanced over at Chris, but then twitched when he realized that he had been caught in the act and quickly lowered his gaze.
The golden-eyed man frowned, feeling somewhat irked. He didn’t have to avoid looking at Chris all the time, it wasn’t like he was going to get mad or anything. Besides, he had pretty much gotten over the whole ‘sword throwing’ incident and all that jazz, and dying on the job was nothing unusual (although if he were to say that in front of Flann or Finn, neither would be too happy to hear it).
“You know, I’m not going to bite your head off if you make eye contact with me. At least greet your senior when he comes in.” he said with a sigh, and Flann nodded, a small smile appearing.
“Understood. Good work today, Mr Redgrave.” He said, but the polite smile didn’t make Chris feel any better; quite the opposite actually and he sighed, going back to his bar.
“…You’re hollow. There’s no life in the way you talk, and the smile doesn’t reach your eyes. Did your spirit get eroded while with the cursed card, as well?”
Chris commented offhandedly, but then winced when he saw Flann’s expression darken.
He sat up straighter, blinking in shock.
“Wait, don’t tell me it actually did?” he asked, and Flann gave him a pained smile, shaking his head. “No, it didn’t, but… It’s just... that I don’t know how to act around you and everyone else yet. I’m not even sure how to act normally, since I barely remember myself as an individual. I was simply ‘Tilt’, the vessel of San Galgano.”
Flann’s complexion had paled alarmingly, and Chris decided it was a great time to change topics.
“Uhh, by the way! I heard there was a new menu item at Crazy 8, I’ll show you once we go there after work! You’re coming, right?” he asked, and Flann was back to staring vacantly at the table before him, having remembered to finish his sandwich. He shook his head.
“I’m going straight back to the apartment after this.” He said, and Chris sighed, quickly chomping up the rest of his fudgee bar in frustration.
“Ugh, are you always this much of a loner?” Chris was about to add ‘back in the Klondike family’ but then bit his tongue at the last minute, not wanting to rub salt into the wound.
Flann paused for a while, hanging his head. “…There was only one person I was always with, so maybe.” He said, and Chris inwardly cringed. He knew very well who exactly Flann was talking about.
A gloomy silence fell over them and Chris was beginning to regret entering the room in the first place. So much for trying not to bring down the mood. If it was going to be like this, he might as well get out what he wanted to say. He was an outspoken person, after all.
“So… on the topic of Burst… Were you two really lovers? Because it seemed more like a one-way street instead of a two way.” He said, unable to keep the bitterness out of his tone and Flann closed his eyes, staying silent.
“We talked a bit in the car before our… ‘encounter’ with you and Finn, but… did you know she was dying? It seems like she already played an X-hand for you long before this. And yet you pushed her away and called her an outsider.”
Chris watched out of the corner of his eye as Flan trembled, but he wasn’t done just yet. “Even if you regret it now, it’s too late. At the very least, visit her grave, apologize and thank her for what she’s done. Maybe then, you’ll feel better.”
He said, sighing deeply. He knew he was being an asshole right now, but it wasn’t fair how things were left off. And besides, he literally owed her his life and his ability’s full recovery, so he wanted to say this much at least.
“…Sorry, I don’t mean to kick you while you’re down, nor do I want to come off as a power-abusing senior, but it just doesn't sit right with me when someone tramples all over a lady's feelings. Even if it was unintentional."
And with that, he stood up and exited the room, leaving Flann alone.
. . . . . .
When it was time to clock out, Finn gave a big stretch and an exaggerated sigh of relief. “Whew~! Finally done! Ah, Flann! Do you want to come with us? We’re all heading to the usual pub, the stuff there is pretty good!” he said, but Flann gave a soft smile and shook his head.
“Sorry, maybe another time. I’ll head back first, so have fun.” He said, and Finn’s smile faltered a bit. “O-Oh, okay. Here’s the key. See you at home, big bro. good work today.”
Flann bowed to Finn and everyone else before walking in the opposite direction, and Finn glanced back at his brother one last time, then followed the others to Crazy 8.
At the pub, Wendy sulked because Leo had banned her from drinking any alcohol that night and instead munched on some drinking snacks while Chris and Finn ordered their usual. Finn glanced at the whipped cream tower, still impressed at how it was even staying upright. Then his gaze moved towards Chris, who had seemed a little out of it ever since Flann left.
“The cream’s gonna get soggy and fall.” He warned, and Chris snapped out of his daydream, starting to scoop the tower of sweetness into his mouth. Even then, Finn found it really weird that Chris didn’t immediately go on a tangent about how much he loves the parfaits here, or about some shop he found recently that served a dessert that he would then rate the taste and presentation of.
“…Was it that much of a shock to see Flann working here?” he wondered aloud, and Chris paused in the middle of a spoonful, arching an eyebrow and giving a questioning ‘Hmm?’. Finn waited for Chris to finish his mouthful.
“Well sure, it was shocking at first, but then I got over it.” he said, and Finn gulped down some of his cream soda. “Oh, okay. I thought you were still bothered about it. You seem distracted.”
Instead of answering right away, Chris took his time to finish his parfait, before setting it down and looking Finn directly in the eyes.
“How about we go outside to talk?” he said, and Finn gave him a confused look, but Chris simply stood, flashing a smile at the others who had looked in his direction curiously.
“I’m just going out for some fresh air~” he said, and Finn also stood up to follow the brunette. “Me too.”
Once outside, Finn narrowed his eyes. “…What did you do?”
Chris guiltily looked away from Finn’s piercing gaze. “…Uh… I might have criticized Flann about how he treated Burst.”
“You WHAT!?” Finn yelled, and Chris covered his ears, sighing. “It’s just—ugh, I couldn’t not talk about it.”
Finn ground his teeth. “Chris, I know you two aren’t exactly on good terms but—" he was cut off by Chris groaning loudly, putting his head in his hands. “I get it! I know I shouldn’t have done that, and I feel like a complete asshole.”
“Well then, you should know what to do next.” Finn grumbled, crossing his arms, and Chris sighed quietly. “Yep. I got it.”
“And Chris…” Finn fixed Chris with a serious expression, bordering on disappointed. “I know you wanted justice for Burst, but Flann already regrets the way he treated her. We talked about her just yesterday. He… was really upset.”
“…Oh…” Chris closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. “…I’m sorry.” His voice came out smaller than intended, and Finn shook his head.
“I’m not the one you should be apologizing to.” he replied, and Chris hung his head helplessly. He felt a firm pat to his shoulder and looked up.
“At least you understand now. come on, let’s get back inside. The others are probably wondering what we’re doing.” Chris followed Finn back inside and Leo quirked a brow, glancing between the two questioningly.
“And what were you two up to?” he asked, and before Finn could answer, Chris chimed in with a cheeky grin. “I was advising Finn on the best places to go if he ever got a date~”
“Dude, what the hell!?”
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The following day went on without a hitch. Flann and Chris didn’t talk to each other for the entire day, but that was to be expected, and he didn’t interact very much with the other members either. He entered like a shadow, being barely making a sound, before disappearing whether the others noticed him or not.
When it was time to leave, Finn gestured for Flann to follow him and Chris. As they entered the car, Flann spoke up. “Where are we going?” he asked, and Chris flashed a smile. “Paying a visit to a certain someone, of course. But first thing’s first; we need to get some flowers.”
They stopped at a flower shop and took their time to look at the various types of flowers and their colourful shades. Flann breathed in the fragrance of one nearby and Chris wandered over, staring at the flowers on display.
“I’ll give you some advice for the perfect bouquet. One that fits the theme of your message.” He said, and while Flann gave him a strange look, Chris began pointing to certain flowers.
“Those are Hyacinths. Purple is the shade of remorse, and the perfect flower to ask for forgiveness.” He moved a bit further away and while the words stung Flann, he followed Chris as he stopped near another flower.
“These are anemone flowers; white symbolizes sincerity. And, the ones right next to it are called English bluebells. They symbolize humility, unending love and fidelity.”
A tremor went through Flann, but he gazed at the delicate blossoms, mulling their meanings over in his head. Chris reached out to a cluster of flowers, gently ran his finger over the soft petals, a sombre smile on his face.
“And finally, these are pink hydrangeas. They mean love, affection and gratitude.”
Chris concluded his explanation, before his smile returned to cheerful and he collected one of each of the flowers he had pointed out, bringing them to the counter. “We’ll take these, and two other bouquets for a special occasion. Thanks~”
As they got their bouquets, Finn eyed Chris curiously. “You sure know your stuff.” He commented, and Chris gave a quiet laugh. “Just some trivia to impress the ladies.”
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The grave stood a short distance before them, and Finn glanced at Flann, before walking over to place his flowers at the grave. He moved to the side and Chris followed after him, placing the flowers down, before joining Finn and they both gazed silently at Flann, expectation and encouragement shining in their eyes.
He clenched the bouquet tighter and took a hesitant step forward, then another. Before he knew it, he was right in front of the grave, and he could clearly read the words ‘Flann Oldman and Burst, together as family’ engraved into the cold stone.
He placed the bouquet onto slab and knelt, or rather, his knees gave way and he covered his face as all the guilt came crashing down again. Between sobs, he poured out his heart.
“I’m sorry, Burst… You were the only one who stayed by my side and supported me. Even though you knew your feelings wouldn’t reach me in the past, you loved me until the end. I… I’m grateful, really. Thank you for loving me. I’ll be okay now, so please, rest in peace.”
He stood, and Chris pulled out a handkerchief, holding it out to Flann. He took it and dried his tears, managing a smile that overflowed with tenderness and gratitude while still looking at the grave.
“I can’t dwell on the past forever, from now I’ll move forward. I need to live my life to the fullest, for Burst’s sake, too.”
The three of them slowly made their way back to the car, Finn’s hand resting on his brother’s back while Chris gingerly patted his shoulder, absentmindedly munching on a fudgee bar and staring into the distance.
The breeze gently rustled the flowers in the bouquets, brushing the petals delicately.
First off I'd like to say you've got one hell of a drama queen as a best friend. He sometimes drags you around to different places to hang out, and maybe also causes trouble, but it's always fun in the end.
You definitely know about Michelle, and you treat her like your own little sister (Chris definitely gets pouty about it, but in the end, you're just an honorary sibling figure, so he still wins by default)
lbr, he'll probably test out his pick-up lines on you (Chris: don't fall for me now~ You: *rolls eyes*) and you indulge him, giving him honest rating and feedback, which depending if it's good or not, makes him act all depressed and mopey until you say at least one good thing about it
He might tell you about his work at Pinochle cars, but not about cards and the whole ability thing. He doesn't like keeping you in the dark, but it's his job and also it might expose you to danger.
You're at least somewhat aware of the mask he puts up in front of others, and while you don't really comment on it, you simply stay by his side during the rare times he's brooding, even if he may tell you to leave him alone. It's the least you can do.
In return, if you're feeling down, he does his best to crack some jokes, bring you to places he knows you'll like or simply sit in silence and keep you company in your dark moments.
Also a little protective of you, but more in the shadows. He's good at acting like everything's normal and smoothing over things, then giving a few thinly-veiled threats to whoever wants to mess with you.
Michelle Redgrave
You were probably her friend from when she was in middle school
Due to her illness, she didn't come to school much at all, but you still continued to visit her and help her complete her schoolwork and keep her company until her brother was able to come back from work
Chris really appreciated you doing that, and you two also become good friends
You have your own life as you get older, of course, but you still make time to see Michelle at the hospital and entertain her with stories or your own life and happenings, and maybe sometimes complain about the mishaps as well.
At some point you and Michelle work on a bucket list she would want to do once out of the hospital, and the list grows longer with each passing month
At some point, she seemed to have gotten better and you were finally able to start crossing those things on the bucket list together (of course, a lot of them were also with Chris because she didn't want to leave him out.)
You're a little protective of her due to her frailness, but you know you don't need to be too overprotective because that's Chris' job
Overall, a very sweet, wholesome and supportive friendship
Flann felt like he was floating. For so long, he had been weighed down by the heavy armour of San Galgano, serving only as a vessel for the bloodthirsty and power-hungry card, unable to do a thing as his mind and body continued to be corroded.
Only when he was shot by Finn did he truly feel free.
“So, in the end it came to this. How unfortunate." Flann heard an ethereal person’s voice nearby, but couldn’t open his eyes to see who it was. After a pause, the voice spoke again. "I will give you one more chance. You will live, not as Tilt, but as Flann Oldman, Finn's older brother. This is what she, too, would have wished for."
Flann woke to the sound of running water and slowly sat up. He turned his head and saw Finn come back into view, wiping his face with a towel. He had already changed into his bright yellow suit, signifying his association with High Card.
He also seemed a little tired, but perked up when he saw Flann’s face and a sunny smile appeared, making Flann squint from the sudden brightness.
“Good morning! Hopefully you slept well. This place isn’t exactly the best, but make yourself at home. For now…” he sat down on the chair facing the bed. “We’ll talk a bit and figure out what to do from here on. I’m fine with you staying here, but what do you want to do?” he asked, and Flann cast his gaze downward, the gnawing feeling in his chest intensifying.
Flann didn’t want to burden his younger brother, but he was also aware enough of his position. He was a former executive of the Klondike family, a criminal, and a murderer with too much blood on his hands to just walk free. He gripped the blanket tightly.
“I don’t want to freeload off you. I’d want to find work as soon as possible, so I can ease the burden. If worst comes to worst, I’ll just turn myself in to the police.” He answered quietly, and the chair clattered as Finn jumped up in shock and outrage.
“What!? I finally got to meet you again, there’s no way in hell I’ll let you waste your life, your second chance, rotting in a jailcell!” he yelled, but Flann stayed silent, not even raising his head. Finn sighed, plopping back down and ruffling his hair in frustration.
“…Just to clear things up; you are not freeloading off me. I never thought of it that way, and neither should you.” He grumbled sullenly, and Flann nodded wordlessly. Finn checked his watch, grimacing as he stood up to walk to the door. Before he left, he turned to Flann, who was now staring at the wall.
“Ah, also, there’s probably some cup noodles in the cupboard. I don’t have anything in the mini-fridge except some soft drinks, so help yourself to those if you want. And… I’ll think of something for finding work, alright? So just hang in there. See ya!”
He bolted off right after saying his piece, and Flann turned his gaze to the door, then lay back down, facing the wall.
…He already missed Finn.
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Finn snagged some food on the way to work, having his usual pickle and salad-free breakfast hotdog. He felt a little bad he couldn’t grab one for Flann right now, but he could always get one on the way back. As he finished up the rest of his food, his expression darkened somewhat.
Last night, he hadn’t really slept well. It wasn’t because he had slept on the chair or because it was a little chilly, but rather…
Because had heard Flann crying. No matter how quiet the sniffles were, or how small his voice was, Finn could hear everything as the other male continued to cry and mutter, and it tore at Finn’s heart so much that he couldn’t drift off back to sleep.
He scrunched up the empty hotdog paper wrapping and threw it into the nearest bin before he stopped in front of Pinochle cars, straightened his suit, then entered.
“You’re five minutes late.” A disdainful voice reached his ears as soon as he stepped into the building and Finn rolled his eyes, shrugging nonchalantly. “Come on Leo, five minutes isn’t that bad!”
The young manager clicked his tongue and shook his head, shooting Finn a dirty look. “Of course not, to you at least. I guess coming in on time isn’t your strong suit, since you’re such a ruffian. You’re getting sloppy, Finn. Should I help you with that…?” he asked, gaze turning sharp and Finn gulped, flailing his arms and shaking his head frantically.
“Ahh, no, no that’s fine thanks! Sorry, I’ll come in on time tomorrow, I swear.” He said, and Leo snorted. “Hmph. I would hope so. Get to work already.”
Before Leo left, Finn jogged up to him, looking a little more serious. “Uh, by the way… I need to talk to you about something… could you and Ji-chan meet me in the back room today? You decide what time, but it’s urgent.”
Leo was about to open his mouth and give another tongue lashing to his subordinate, but taking a good look at the expression on Finn’s face, he changed his mind and huffed, turning back to return to his desk.
“…I’ll let you know when we’re ready.” He said, and Finn smiled gratefully. “Thanks, manager.”
Leo waved him off as he walked away. “Hurry up and work.”
It was business as usual at Pinochle, and a surprisingly normal day; no incidents with cards or players involved. Finn was glad for that, since he could finally catch a break from all the back-to-back missions he had gone on the previous weeks, but now he found his mind occupied by Flann and his current condition. He seemed to be suffering from the immense guilt and sorrow that came as the aftermath of things.
Well, he could vaguely imagine how Flann felt, but the problem was with the card, not Flann. It wasn’t really his fault, and it felt unfair that Flann was placing all the blame on himself and trying to make up for someone (or something) else’s wrongdoings.
“—Hey, hey Finn~! Hello??” Chris’ voice came into focus, as well as him blinking right in front of Finn’s face and it took him a second, before he stumbled backwards with a startled yell.
“Woah!? What!?” he placed a hand over his rapidly beating heart and Chris pouted, placing his hands on his hips.
“I’ve been trying to get your attention for a whole minute now, what’s up with you? You’re spacing out a lot today. Also, you’ve been sweeping the same spot for ten minutes.” he said, pointing to the spotless area of floor he had been polishing and Finn quickly began sweeping a different area.
“So? What did you want my attention for?” He asked, and Chris tilted his head, golden eyes glancing over him quickly. “Hm~ It’s just that something about you seems different today. Is something on your mind?” he asked, and Finn paled, his shoulders hunching and he glanced around restlessly, gripping the broom handle a bit tighter.
“I… Um… I can’t talk about it right now.” He said, feeling guilty and Chris raised an eyebrow. “Huh~? But it seems like it’s really troubling you. Are you sure you’ll be okay?” he asked, and Finn didn’t have an answer for that.
At the difficult expression on Finn’s face, Chris took a step back and gave one loud clap, cheery smile back on his face.
“Well, not that it’s any of my business. Sorry for prying, I’m just worried about you, really.” He said, patting Finn’s shoulder, and Finn nodded glumly. He heard a door open somewhere and a second later, Leo’s voice rang out in the quiet room.
“Finn. Let’s talk now.” Leo stared at Finn expectantly, and he nodded, beginning to head towards the back room. Wendy and Chris glanced at each other in puzzlement, while Vijay paid the exchange no mind, instead quietly conversing with the potted plant on his desk.
Finn sat opposite to Bernard and Leo, who had crossed his legs and arms, gazing at him and waiting. “So? What is this ‘urgent’ thing you need to speak to us about?” he asked, and Bernard gave a soft laugh. “Hoho. I am also curious as to why you would need to speak to this old man together with the young master.” He said, benign eyes crinkling in an encouraging smile and Finn gulped.
“It’s… about my brother. I… he turned up at my house last night, even though I was the one who… it’s just…” he rambled, starting to lose his nerve, before Bernard held up a hand to stop him.
Some tea was poured into a cup and the older gentleman handed it to Finn. “Drink slowly and take your time to collect your thoughts. You’ll be fine.” He said, and Leo closed his eyes, staying quiet. Finn stared into the teacup, breathing in the pleasant aroma and blowing on the tea to cool it, before taking a sip.
After a few more sips the teacup clattered quietly as it was set down, and Finn took a deep breath, trying to steady his heartbeat.
“I’ll start again. I know it might be hard to believe, but my brother, Flann, came back last night. I’m sure he’s real and it’s not my imagination because I could feel his warmth, I could touch him, and he was still there this morning. I swear he’s alive.” He said, and Leo nodded his head slightly, indicating for Finn to continue.
“He’s been freed from the curse of San Galgano, but… it barely feels like he’s alive. I think something’s wrong…” he said, and Leo opened his eyes, cold blue locking with emerald green.
“And? What does this have to do with us?” he asked bluntly, and Finn fiddled with his sleeve.
“I was thinking, maybe he could join High Card. Since he knows about the cards, and maybe has information about the Klondike family that we don’t know about… him working here might have some benefit for all of us.” He said, and there was a pause before Leo spoke up again.
“That might be hard to arrange.” He said, lacing his fingers together and Finn bristled, his frustration welling up. “How!? It should be okay, right? Please, I don’t know how else to help him!” he yelled desperately, but Leo’s expression didn’t waver. "It's my duty as manager to ascertain any threats to the company or staff in advance." He replied, and Finn’s gaze sharpened.
“You, don't you understand, he’s—!" Leo cut him off “I do understand, so don't say another word. Don’t make things more complicated than they are now."
Finn’s hands balled into fists and he hung his head, his mind chaotic. The silence in the air was heavy and stifling, and nobody said anything for what seemed like forever before Leo cleared his throat.
“I’ll discuss this further with Bernard, then the Chief. You’re dismissed for today.”
He said curtly, and Finn slowly stood, expression still complicated and walked out. Leo stared at the door as it closed, before releasing a shaky sigh, massaging his temples. Bernard gently patted his shoulder, offering him a cup of tea, which Leo gratefully received.
"Remember, it is also the duty of a manager to be mindful of an employee's mental health and act in ways to help maintain it." The old man advised, and Leo grumbled, then sipped his tea, eyes narrowed in thought.
As the door behind Finn closed, Chris cautiously sidled closer and lightly patted him on the back.
“Everything okay?” he asked, and Finn averted his eyes, not in the mood to talk. Instead, he brushed off Chris’ hand and kept walking. “Sorry, Chris. I need some time to think.”
On the way back home, he remembered to buy a hotdog for Flann, and soon arrived at the apartment.
When he unlocked the door, his gaze automatically went for the bed, which to his surprise, was empty. But when he strode in, alarmed, he noticed a lump in the corner and stopped to squint. It was Flann, with his knees tucked to his chest and his head down. The older man looked up when he heard the footsteps, and Finn could see that his eyes were slightly red-rimmed.
“Oh, Finn… Welcome home.” He said, and while Finn should have been happy to hear those words, Flann’s listless voice instead made his chest tighten up painfully and he sighed, coming over and kneeling down, offering the hotdog.
“Here, I got you something.” He said, and Flann glanced at the hotdog indifferently, before averting his gaze. “Hm… I’m not really hungry, so you can leave it for later. Or, I think it might be better if you have it, so it won’t go to waste.”
Finn frowned, not liking the implication behind his words. He placed it onto the kitchen bench and wrapped it, putting it in the fridge instead. “That’s a shame, it tastes better fresh. I won’t force you to eat, but I’ll remind you again; You are not a burden.”
As Finn went to take a shower, Flann slowly rose from his corner and sat on the chair, gazing out at the sunset that glowed a warm orange.
Orange. The same colour as Burst’s hair. The one who first reached out, supported and loved him throughout the hellish years spent in the Klondike family. All for a selfish, ungrateful man like him.
A few more tears trickled down his cheeks.
He waited until he heard Finn exit the bathroom, before speaking up. “Say… What happened to Burst?” he asked, and Finn froze, before letting his shoulders slump.
“…She’s… gone.” He said, unable to say anything further and Flann was silent, gazing out at the sun as it slowly sunk underneath the horizon, leaving the sky in twilight.
“…I see.” He replied vaguely, and Finn sat on the bed, ruffling his damp hair with the towel.
“She… really loved you, it seems. She wanted us to save you no matter what. Looks like her wish was granted, in the end.” Finn murmured. Flann continued to gaze out the window, wiping his eyes every now and then.
After a while Flann stood up and sunk onto the bed, but when Finn went to sit on the chair, he caught the younger’s arm, frowning. “Don’t sleep there, it looks uncomfortable and cold.” He said, and Finn rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “But I wanted to give you the bed, since you’re still recovering.” He said, and Flann lightly tugged Finn towards the bed, expression gentle but firm.
“No, seriously, sleep in the bed. I know there’s not a lot of room and you may be past the age of sleeping in the same bed as your big brother, but I think it’s better than sleeping on a chair and potentially catching a cold.”
He said, and Finn closed his eyes sheepishly, considering it. He did have a point, but… still, it was a bit embarrassing.
“Also, I might be able to sleep better with someone by my side.” Flann added, and at that, Finn twitched, remembering the night before. His gaze softened and he relented, plopping down on the bed as Flann let go of his arm, and he rolled onto his side, facing away from Flann.
“Oh, need to turn the light off first…” He got out of bed and flicked the switch, before crawling back into bed and making himself comfortable. Flann drew the blanket over both of them, and Finn had to admit, it was a lot warmer and comfortable than last night.
“Hey, about work— Flann?” he paused when he didn’t hear any response and carefully turned around, seeing the other’s eyes were closed and his breathing steady.
‘He’s already asleep. He must be really tired…’ Finn stared at Flann’s face. His complexion seemed better than when he first arrived, but he was still very weakened, somehow. It was kind of weird, actually. Was this an aftereffect of using the San Galgano card for too long? It seemed believable enough to temporarily sate his curiosity and he exhaled softly, closing his eyes.
He was still a little worried about Leo’s cold attitude towards the prospect of letting Flann into High Card, but then again, Leo had always been like that. Cool-headed, logical and realistic. Well, at least he wasn’t as cold as the Chief came off as.
With those fleeting thoughts, he gave a big yawn, starting to drift off. Hopefully they could both have a better rest tonight.
. . . . . . .
Finn jolted awake to the sound of his phone ringing and almost fell out of bed, saved by one arm around his waist keeping him steady and Flann blinked groggily, slightly raising his head. “Are you okay?” he asked, and Finn hastily went to grab his phone. “Yeah, I would have had a bad start to the day, falling out of bed like that. Thanks.” He said quickly, before picking up the phone. “Hello?”
“It’s me, Leo. I know it’s rather early, but I have an update. Bernard managed to convince the Chief, and we’re arranging a few things now, so bring Flann. I chose this time specifically because nobody would be in yet.”
Leo’s voice sounded from the other end, laced with fatigue, but still in his usual resolute tone and Finn’s eyes widened, glancing back at Flann with a bright smile and a thumbs up while Flann blinked at Finn in confusion, still somewhat half-asleep.
“Okay… okay… sure, we’ll be there soon. See you!” Finn hung up and spun around, his eyes sparkling in delight. “Bro! get ready, you have a job interview!” he said, and Flann sat up quickly, eyes wide in bafflement.
“A-already!? How did you—” Flann was cut off when Finn tugged him to stand up and get ready, lending him some sunglasses, a scarf and his black winter coat. As they walked out into the crisp, chilly air, Finn ran ahead of Flann, stopping and turning back every now and then while beaming.
“I can’t believe it actually worked! Thank goodness, I was so worried that I would have to look somewhere—ACHOO!” Finn suddenly sneezed in the middle of his excited ramble and Flann stifled a laugh, unwrapping the scarf and putting it around Finn’s neck instead.
“Here, you can have the scarf. I’m fine with just the coat. You’re even more excited than I am, where exactly did you recommend me to?” he asked, and Finn blinked, slowing down to fall into step beside Flann.
“Uhh… Pinochle Cars. In other words, High Card.” Finn answered, and Flann screeched to a halt, stiffly turning his head to stare at Finn.
“…W-what… did you just say…?” Flann asked, his voice shaking with dread and Finn rushed to explain himself. “Uh, well, you see, since you’re already involved with cards and have prior knowledge on it, I thought it would be a good… idea…” Finn trailed off when he didn’t see any change in his brother’s expression.
“But I’m an enemy… I was with the Klondike family…” he muttered, and Finn grabbed him by the shoulders, shaking him. “But you aren’t! You’re not with that shitty family anymore, you have a chance to turn over a new leaf! That’s what I wanted for you!”
He yelled, and Flann snapped out of his daze, letting himself be shaken a bit before he put a hand on Finn’s shoulder to stop him. He took a deep breath, then sighed deeply.
“…Alright. I’ll do it. I can do this.” He murmured, and Finn nodded, tugging him forwards. “C’mon, we’re gonna be late! Let’s run!”
They arrived at Pinochle Cars out of breath, but took some time to smooth their clothes down and arrange their hair a bit, before entering together. Leo looked up from the clipboard he had been perusing earlier and his eyes zeroed in on Flann, who stiffened in discomfort, but held his gaze and took off the sunglasses, giving a deep bow.
“It’s a pleasure to formally make your acquaintance. I am Flann Oldman. Thank you for taking time out of your schedule to arrange this job interview.” He said, and Finn was impressed at how quickly he had recovered from before. ‘I guess this is also natural, he’s probably used to keeping up appearances as—in his previous job, I mean.’
Leo turned to lead Flann into the back room, where Bernard was most likely as well. Finn stayed outside, and sank down on the cushy sofa, feeling nervous on Flann’s behalf, but also believing that he could do it.
After a while Finn yawned and checked his watch. Thirty minutes had passed, and he was beginning to get antsy. It was almost time for the others to come in, too. As he got up, the door to the back room swung open and Flann exited, still wearing his poker face.
“How was it? you feeling okay? How long do you need to wait until you get the result?”
He asked, and Flann held up a hand, nodding towards the door. “I’ll answer your questions when we get out of here. The others should be arriving soon.”
Once they were out of the building and on the way back home, Flann sighed. “Going back to your questions earlier, it was rather nerve wracking, as you would expect. As for the result… They said I would first undergo a work trial for a week to further assess my capabilities, and I could stay in High Card if I agreed to their conditions; cooperate with the police and provide intel on the Klondike family, since I was an executive, I had access to information most other members wouldn’t. I’d say I’m on the right track so far.”
He said, a small smile appearing on his face. He then seemed to remember something and dug into his pocket, bringing out a handful of small black and white striped candies wrapped in clear plastic. “Oh, and the old butler, Bernard, gave these to me as I was leaving.”
“Ah, Ji-chan? Yeah, he’s really nice. He makes really good tea, and he’s also super cool!” Finn said with a grin, and Flann’s eyes softened behind the sunglasses. “Am I cool, too?” he asked, and Finn blinked, caught of guard, before he gave a cheery laugh and playfully elbowed Flann.
“OF course you are! You’re the first person I’ve ever looked up to!” he said, and Flann’s smile grew slightly, letting out a soft chuckle as he ruffled Finn’s hair.
“Oh, we can grab breakfast from the nearby hotdog stand, you want one?” Finn offered, and Flann shook his head. “It’s okay. I’ll have the one in the fridge first.” He said, and the young man groaned. “Ahh~ I forgot about that. Then, next time for sure! Have one with me on the way to our workplace!”
. . . . . . . . .
Surprisingly, Finn was the first one in the next day. Vijay didn’t think much of it and simply praised him for being so diligent, while Wendy and Chris were a bit more skeptical.
“It’s rare for you to come in early, Finn.” Wendy commented, and Chris squinted suspiciously at the blonde, who arched his eyebrows. “…What? I can be early every now and then.” He grumbled defensively, and Chris put a hand to his chin.
“Very suspicious…” Chris murmured, and Finn shot him a disgruntled glare. “Oh, shut up.”
The early morning quietness was disturbed when Leo gave three loud claps to get everyone’s attention. “Everyone, gather in the back room. You have a new coworker.”
Finn looked to the side, avoiding everyone’s eyes and Chris gave him a weird look, before entering the back room. Wendy gasped when she walked into the room, Vijay’s eyes widened in surprise and Chris’ jaw hit the floor when he saw just who the ‘new coworker’ was.
Flann fiddled with his black tie, willing himself to look at each of the High Card member’s faces. The Samurai girl, Wendy Satou, the eccentric plant enthusiast, Vijay Kumar Singh, and…
He grimly locked eyes with the man in the red suit, who was still gaping in absolute shock.
The immortal ladies’ man, Chris Redgrave.
He cleared his throat, hoping to clear some of his nerves out as well. “Nice to meet you. I’m Flann Oldman, and I’ll be working together with you as of today.”
Chris’ piercing scream of ‘WHAAAAAAT!?’ could be heard all the way down the street.
The next few weeks following the royal coronation incident were plenty eventful, and Finn found that he had very little time to rest, but that was fine. In fact, it was better that way, and he almost missed the lively bustle and chaos of work when he returned home, back to the stifling silence and emptiness of his small apartment.
There, his mind was free to unwind and relax, and eventually turn to thoughts of his brother. There, he seemed to sink, quietly drowning in the pain and loneliness of losing the only family member he had left in the world.
It was a cruel twist of fate; reuniting so late and losing each other so early. Not even having enough time to reconnect and fill in the gap of missing years.
Finn sighed, exhaling sadness. He brushed a stray tear from his face and got up from the seat near the window, giving a big stretch and groaning as he heard a few places pop. He was about to get ready for bed when he paused, slightly turning his head back to the window. He frowned, blinking in puzzlement.
Perhaps it had been the wind, but he could have sworn he heard a soft voice call his name.
A familiar voice.
His body moved without a second thought and he raced to the window, slamming it fully open and staring down with wide eyes, not expecting to see anything—
Except he did.
Messy pink hair framed a haggard and sombre face, and the same emerald eyes as his own gazed up at him, dull and lifeless. Finn rubbed his eyes, then looked again in case it was a hallucination, but the result was the same.
Now that he looked closer, it seemed like the other man was gradually losing energy, starting to sway in place and he quickly bolted out of his apartment, down the stairs and to the front, screeching to a halt before the other man.
“Flann…?” he slowly reached out and lightly gripped his brother’s arms. He was still wearing his black suit shirt, but his blazer and tie were nowhere to be seen. Flann stared at him blankly, before closing his eyes and falling forwards, making Finn yelp in shock and struggle to keep them both from crashing to the ground, knees shaking with the effort. With a strained grunt, he began dragging the man back up to his apartment, groaning in dismay when he remembered the stairs.
After a lengthy upward battle with the stairs, he barely managed to open the door and take a few wobbly steps into the room before his legs gave out and he wheezed as he felt the weight on top of him knock the air out of his lungs. He struggled to get out from under the dead weight, and when he was finally free, lay on the ground, gasping for breath.
“Ughhh… I really need to work on my weight training…” he gave a long sigh of exhaustion, before reluctantly getting up and beginning to drag Flann further inside. Once he hauled the unconscious man onto the bed, he sat down on the chair nearby and pulled it towards the bed, leaning closer to examine Flann.
His older brother lay there, his face pale and breathing labored. It made Finn wonder how he even got to the apartment in the first place while in this state. He didn’t see any injuries, nor did it seem like Flann was burning up, so it was probably just sheer exhaustion the other was suffering from.
He stared a while longer, his lashes lowering a bit, before he reached out and gently touched the other’s forehead. Right on the spot he had…
He shook his head, still in disbelief. He pinched himself and flinched— yup, this wasn’t a dream. By some miracle, Flann was alive.
He hesitated, before shuffling onto the bed and laying his ear to the other’s chest, finding comfort in the slow, but steady rhythm of a heartbeat. He could feel warmth through his clothes and also while he had dragged him, though at that time, all he could think of was how freaking heavy Flann was.
As he lay there, lost in his thoughts, he felt Flann stir and jolted, shuffling away and back onto the chair as Flann opened his eyes, still seeming dazed. He tried to sit up, but was only able to prop himself up onto his elbows before falling back down with a quiet groan.
“Don’t push yourself, just lie down for now… but I… still can’t believe this. You’re alive.” Finn murmured, his mind a complicated mess and Flann stared at him sorrowfully. “…Yes, it seems like that’s the case… I thought for sure I was dead. There’s no way I would have survived a shot to the head at that distance…” he said quietly, and Finn felt a pang of guilt, hanging his head.
After blinking rapidly for a while, he looked back up, a warm smile and relief in his eyes as he knelt on the floor, laying his head and torso onto the bed and gazing at Flann. “But I’m glad. So glad. That you’re here. I missed you so much, big brother.”
Flann’s eyes widened, before watering and he squeezed his eyes shut, covering his face with his arm and turning away, his breath stuttering. Finn gave a shaky laugh despite his own tears and reached out to hold his brother’s hand that was gripping the edge of the blanket so tightly that his knuckles were turning white.
“Finn… I… I’m so sorry…” He barely managed to choke out through sobs, and Finn hummed in reply, lightly running his thumb over the other’s hand in what he hoped was a soothing motion. “Mm. I won’t say everything is okay and forgiven, but… now that you’re here, you can make up for everything you did, yeah? You have a second chance. So, cheer up.” He said, grinning at Flann while wiping away the rest of his tears and Flann let out a long, shaky exhale, a sad smile appearing.
“Yeah… I’ll pay the price of my crimes while living. That’s the best way, I think.” He murmured, and Finn nodded.
“And, Big bro?” Finn’s voice was soft and full of joy, and Flann curiously peered over at his younger brother, who was smiling tenderly.
“Welcome back, Flann.”
Just those words alone made Flann’s heart swell with happiness, and he closed his eyes as tears brimmed again, his smile slightly wider.
Protecting them from an attack (Leo, Wendy and Chris)
Leo Constantine Pinochle
Immediately eliminates the threat and quickly checks on you, frowning in frustration and snapping that you didn't need to shield him from the attack.
Doesn't say anything while you're being treated, but he's just overwhelmed by his emotions and is fighting to keep himself together.
He paces restlessly while he waits to be able to see you, biting his fingers and his thoughts racing.
While sitting by your side on the hospital bed, he holds your hand and simply stares in silence at your sleeping face, at the bandages and bruises you got from fighting alongside him. He feels bad for letting you get hurt, and silently makes his mind up to get stronger and learn from this as you start to wake up.
He gives your hand one last squeeze before he lets go and debriefs you on what happened after you passed out, and scolds you for being reckless. You'll see his eyes soften the slightest when he's scolding you, but you won't miss it with how much you spend time around him.
If you want to make it up to him, actions over words will help. If you become much more attentive to his needs and stay by his side, he'll feel much better.
Still, he'll be a bit more protective of you over the next few days. Don't expect to go out on any dangerous missions that involve fighting anytime soon.
Wendy Satou
Everything seems to go in slow motion, and she feels her heart drop like a stone to the pit of her stomach. Of course, she first focuses on the fight and finishes in time to catch you before you hit the ground, yelling your name in panic
She almost blanks out, but snaps out of it just enough to seek help and get you treated immediately, and holds you just a bit tighter before letting you be pulled away for treatment.
She sits in the waiting room with her hands folded in her lap and gaze cast downwards. She's angry at herself for not being strong enough and careless enough for you to need to protect her from the attack, and she stews in those thoughts for a while.
When she's able to see you, she hesitates, wondering if you'd be disappointed in her for not being able to do anything, but as she sits by your side silently, not being able to meet your eyes, you reach out and take her hand, squeezing gently and smiling gently
You tell her that it's not her fault and that she shouldn't beat herself up about it anymore. She's a little shocked and flustered that you can read her like a book, but nods glumly.
Will be super attentive of you while you recover, turning up at the hospital every day after work and bringing gifts, books or fruit.
Chris Redgrave
His confident smirk falls right of his face when he sees your blood, expression twisting with horror and devastation. He ignores his opponent in favor of catching you, gladly taking a few more hits to run and hide in a safe place while he calls for backup.
He does basic first aid on you while he waits for help and cradles you in his arms, muttering to you or himself that it would be fine. He's so intent on protecting you from further harm that he almost doesn't let go of you, but the others snap him out of it because you need treatment.
While in the waiting room he's quiet, but his mind is rampant with distraught and what ifs. He doesn't want to lose anyone else precious to him anymore. He eventually pulls himself together when he can visit you.
He's quiet and for once doesn't have a smile on his face, and he sits down, puts his hands on your shoulders and firmly tells you to never do that again.
It's not that he doesn't appreciate the sentiment behind it, but he really cannot take seeing someone he cares about get hurt, not knowing if it'll be the last time he'll see them alive.
He hugs you as gently as he can, and you can feel his whole body trembling, his fingers curling into and clinging tightly to the back of your shirt. You stay like this for a while, both soaking up each other's warmth.
The next day he's back to his normal cheery self, but with the memory of yesterday fresh in your mind, you feel like you understand him a bit more now.
Can I have a romantic headcanon about Finn and Chris with a fem reader who loves poking their cheeks and ruffling their hair? And how will they react?
Fem reader who loves poking their cheeks and ruffling their hair
(Weh I'm sorry it's a bit short, I'm having a hard time writing these days...)
Finn oldman
Will pout a bit and also blush because that's embarrassing but also really freaking cute, how dare you be so cute??
He'll let you do it without much complaint unless it's in front of others (but even then he'll just grumble bashfully) and later on will totally do it back to you once he gets used to it
it makes him laugh when you poke his cheeks because it's just so silly, and he really enjoys when you ruffle his hair because it's comforting somehow
Will turn it into a competition and it doesn't matter who wins, you're both laughing by the end of things and it only makes his love for you grow more.
Chris Redgrave
Totally complains about you messing up his hair, but it's said in good humor because you're just too cute to be mad at for long
When you poke his cheek the first time, he immediately squeezes you because, gosh, that's adorable he just can't help himself
Teases you, asking 'do you like touching my face that much?' and often doing it back to you while giggling
If he's feeling extra flirty that day, he'll take hold of your hand when you poke him and kiss it, or interlock your fingers and draw you close, peppering your face with kisses
Jokes aside, he was very wary at first and guessed you wanted to get closer to him for his connections and benefits, so he just ignored you like he did to everyone else, but that didn't deter you. You stuck beside him and while he was annoyed at you and constantly told you to go away and mind your own business, you refused to budge. Eventually your good nature won him over and he let you stay by his side.
As the years went by, Leo eventually softened up his attitude towards you and was finally able to deem you a safe and reliable person to be around, which meant he didn't have to be as mean to you as he was with others to push you away. Rather, he was more quiet and aloof when he finally let you in, listening to you talk or you two sitting in comfortable silence.
He shows a bit more childish side around you because he can trust you won't use it against him. His temper will flare around you if you happen to tease him playfully, but it's really more like a tiny puppy barking at you with all its might; not really something that you'd be afraid of.
He'll tolerate most of what you do around him, if you pat his head he'll bristle and turn red but not swat your hand away (unless other people are looking) and he'll allow hugs, but only if they're short-lived and will start squirming when he wants out. He'll grumble when you poke his cheek and will resolutely try to pry your hands away if you pinch his cheeks, growling in annoyance.
He will also complain to you about his employees at Pinochle cars, and unintentionally make you laugh when describing their shenanigans (especially the two idiots), but he will also sometimes talk about their good points.
You're very proud of how hard he's working as manager and to uphold the Pinochle family name, and you make sure to tell him, which will earn you a blush and a muttered "oh be quiet" as he pouts in embarrassment.
If you're still in school you probably go to a different school than him, and he thinks it's better that way because his school isn't easy to deal with, considering there are a lot of stuck up/sly people who would probably go after you if they knew you were close with him.
even though both of you are busy, you still make time to hang out together, and you introduce him to more commoner things and activities. You two listen to Poison Phenomenon and rock out to it, excitedly rambling about your favorite parts in the song and laughing together.
Naturally, with his role, you probably already know about what he does and what cards are, but you don't mention anything about it or pry out of respect for you and Leo's friendship. In turn, he doesn't talk about it either, but if danger ever turns up around you, he will always try to protect you first.
He's really glad to have someone he can fully trust and lean on in times of need, and someone who's relatively 'normal' compared to his chaotic daily life dealing with cards and players.
Hi!! Finally someone writing for High Card😭😭😭May I have a romantic headcanon that Finn and a fem reader who being harassed/insulted while they're dating and he is going to protect/defend his gf? Thanks a lot😭😭😭
Hello!! I am a sucker for protective stuff so *rubs hands together* hohoho let's go
Finn Oldman defending his girlfriend who's being harrassed
Now I did mention before that if Finn has a crush on someone, he will be clingy because he finally has someone important other than family/siblings
So he's gonna be on the lookout for threats to you in any way, even before he asks you out.
If someone even looks at you in a slightly creepy way he's gonna get defensive
He won't throw hands until they approach you aggressively or try to touch you, then he'll flying-kick them.
"Don't you dare touch Y/N, you bastard!"
They won't get away with at least a few punches and maybe a broken nose but he'll let them run while sticking out his tongue out at them.
If they happen to be a player, then he'll run with you to a quieter place and tell you to hide in a safe place while he deals with them. This time he has an excuse to go all out and he'll beat them up and take their card, before pocketing it and sending you home early with a peck on the cheek (or peppered kisses all over your face to make you giggle)
after the incident, he'll be more protective than usual, with a hand over your shoulder or sticking close to you while you guys are on dates.
