#god eye

[sunderwight]

I love Enlighter. Most annoying man you've ever met in your life actually does stand for truth and justice. Refuses to stop being complete pill about it in very petty ways. Motivated primarily by spite and envy but unwilling to lie or cheat to get ahead. WILL go through your entire internet history to drag out all your receipts just because you beat him in a popularity contest. Still isn't actually revealing anything untrue or even misleading.

[furious-mango]

I am not normal about Qi Shi and these concept arts

[chosentragedy]

He just felt whimsical and silly guys 🩷🩷🩷

[rottingrat-jpg]

Time changes you

Aaaand both versions:3

[unfairaddiction]

Quality Time

Your boyfriend enlighter hasn't been in contact in days and you miss him so you drop in to make sure he's ok.

Enlighter x Reader, pre existing relationship, fluff, not proofread

A/N: my man deserved everything he got but i love him. He's so bbygrl coded.

"Can I braid your hair?" you ask.

He doesn't look away from his computer. You think he might not have heard you, given how obsessed he seems to be about this Nice guy. You've been watching him at it since you let yourself into his apartment.

He hadn't acknowledged you when you collapsed on the couch. He'd been muttering to himself for hours. Finally he waves dismissively at you.

"Do whatever you want."

You hum and push yourself off his couch. His hair is soft as you gather it in your hands, he doesn't even glance your way as you comb your fingers through it first. He's always so focused when he's deep into a case, you could probably get away with asking him for the moon and he'd agree.

He mutters to himself, something about Nice being fake, how he was going to prove it soon.

"You should take a break, this can't be good for your eyes," you say as you separate his hair into three parts. You're not trying anything fancy, more of an exercise in seeing how long he'd let you play with his hair. For a moment you think he's going to ignore you, not that he's ever done that before.

"I'm almost done." You want to argue but settle for focusing on the braid. You sigh, but don't press the issue. Once he gets going there's no stopping him. You wonder how long he's been at this, you figure it has to be at least a few days since you haven't heard from him in days.

You finish the braid before your ready to move away. You linger after snapping your last hair tie around the end of your carefully constructed braid. Unwilling to move away from him you run your fingers down the length before finally moving away.

You pick up your bag that you'd thrown to the side when you had entered his apartment. Clearly he isn't interested in you right now, more interested in his imagined rivalry with Nice to even want to talk.

"Where are you going?" his voice stops you in your tracks, he's finally looking away from his computer.

"Home, you're obviously busy," you say, you try not to sound disappointed. It's not his fault, his single minded focus had been present even before he gained his powers.

"Stay, please." He beckons for you to come back and you do. You missed him. When you reach his side he holds out a hand, gingerly you take it. He pulls you down onto his lap and you laugh. It's been too long since you've spent some quality time with your boyfriend.

[aintaresz]

✎ : ⌜𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐓𝐁𝐇𝐗 𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬⌟

[kcandyliciouss]

God Eye x Sidekick!reader drabble

Synopsis: You tease your boss while he's trying to work.

Cw: gn!reader, kinda suggestive, enlighter calls reader a brat.

Wc: 0.5k

Not beta read!

The dim glow of multiple holographic screens cast eerie green reflections across Qi Chi’s sharp features as he leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled beneath his chin. Endless streams of data scrolled before him—secrets, scandals, the carefully constructed lies of so-called heroes laid bare. His lips curled into a smirk as he found a particularly interesting piece of information regarding Nice.

The room was silent save for the methodical tick of the clock and the rapid-fire clatter of his keystrokes. With a sigh, he dragged a hand through his silky black hair, the faintest tension in his jaw betraying his focus—

The door to his office burst open before he could delve deeper into an article he’d found.

"Boss~!"

His eye twitched. Only one person dared to address him with that infuriating sing-song tone.

You invited yourself in, arms behind your back, grinning like a cat. Your energy was obnoxiously bright compared to the dim atmosphere in his office.

"You’re interrupting," he said flatly, not bothering to look up.

"Aw, come on," you whined, plopping onto the edge of his desk, heedless of the classified files beneath you. "Your eyeballs are gonna dry up and fall out."

He finally turned his gaze toward you, eyes narrowing. "And you’re gonna get fired.”

You gasped, pressing a hand to your chest in mock offense. "You wouldn’! Who else would bring you coffee?" You dangled a takeout cup in front of his face, the rich aroma of espresso cutting through the sterile air.

You had been working for him for over two years, even back when he was a hero. And in those two years Qi Chi had threatened to fire you more time than you could count. But you knew he wouldn’t. You knew you had become an important person to him no matter how much he denied it.

His nostrils flared.

"Just...Put it down and get off my desk."

You smirked, swinging your legs. "Mm don’t feel like it."

Gosh he was fun to tease.

In a flash, his hand shot out, gripping your wrist and yanking you forward. You yelped as you tumbled off the desk, only to be caught by him. His face was inches from yours, his breath cool against your skin.

"Brat." he murmured, voice low. "Do you enjoy testing me?"

Your heart pounded, cheeks burning, but you refused to back down. smiling cheekily, you tilted your head. "Maybe.. What’re you gonna do about it?"

His grip tightened.

"...Keep that attitude up," he murmured at last, releasing your wrist, "and you’ll find out."

He nodded to the chair beside him.

"Now sit properly if you’re going to stay."

After a moment you snapped out of your flustered state, plopping into the chair beside him, kicking your feet up onto another stack of papers.

"Yes, sir!"

He exhaled through his nose, but the corner of his mouth twitched.

“You’re Insufferable.”

...And yet, somehow, the only one he tolerated.

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