Domestic One-Shots | Illinois x Heist
18b. deciding what takeout to order
MASTERPOST | Based on these prompts
A/N: Just realised i've done this prompt before but oh well
Warnings: suggestive themes ;)
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Domestic One-Shots | Illinois x Heist
18b. deciding what takeout to order
MASTERPOST | Based on these prompts
A/N: Just realised i've done this prompt before but oh well
Warnings: suggestive themes ;)
Last Words of a Shooting Star
Hellinois angst fic
Warnings: major character death, blood mention
@echo-echo31
song that'll bring more tears through this
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Illinois is somewhere in the middle of an abandoned cave, fighting to keep his eyes open as he waits for Markus to pick up the phone. Then again, it's late, he should be asleep.
"Hello?" the thief's voice comes in from over the line, music to Illinois' ears.
"Hey, Mark... I was- agh! I wanted to ask you a question." Illinois props himself up on a cold, rotting wall of the cave with a wince, his free hand clutching the wound on his abdomen.
"What is it?" Markus sits up in his bed.
"Is my office tidy?"
"Wh-"
"Just- please, is it?" Illinois stares up at the dark ceiling above him, barely thinking anymore.
"Yeah it is. Are you okay?" The concern in his voice makes Illinois smile a little, though there's no joy in it.
"Yeah I'm alright, just a little injured at the moment.." He knows that he's massively understating but he doesn't want Markus to worry, not about him. "Look, I'm sorry for goin' back on my word.."
There's a bit of shuffling on the other line which Illinois assumes is the thief getting out of bed considering the time. "What do you mean?"
"I remember tellin' you that I'd never leave you alone, that it was a promise...I'm sorry."
"Illinois-"
"You know, l always- I always thought I'd die clean and pretty but right now.. I don't think you'd wanna see me.."
Markus gasps softly through shaky sobs. "Illinois, please tell me you're kidding."
"I- I ain't got much time left, darlin'... Tell Rosa that her daddy loves her so much, don't let her forget.."
"No, no please don't-"
"I love you, Markus.." Illinois allows his eyes to close, his limbs growing heavy. "Goodbye, tesoro.."
The best things in the world- Dad!Hellinois
This was wholly because I caught the domestic dad hellinois brainrot from Echo.
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"Baby, you need to hold still. If you keep moving it's gonna take me longer to do your hair." Illinois sat behind his daughter, trying to still her long enough to finish working through her hair.
"But Papa," Rosa whined, "Why do I have to dress up anyway?"
"I told you, Precious, one of my students is having an exhibition at the museum. He found some amazing things at a dig site."
Markus laughed at her impatience, "Now sweetheart, we want to be there to congratulate Papa's student with him, don't we?"
"Yeah," she huffed as she crossed her arms.
Illinois finished the braid he was working on and patted her shoulder. "We're all set. You wanna pick a ribbon to put in your hair?" She nodded and rushed off to pick one of her hair ribbons.
"Where'd you even learn to braid hair?" Markus asked. "I thought you didn't have any siblings."
"Mama didn't raise no slouch. She taught me so I could help out my little cousin when we all went out. Came in handy, didn't it? You're awful at doing anything but tying her hair in a ponytail," Illinois teased.
Rosa rushed in, "Dad, Papa, I picked one!" She proudly presented a pretty blue ribbon to them. Markus took it and swiftly tied it onto the end of her braid. She twirled to show her parents the whole ensemble. "How do I look?"
"Amazing," Markus replied.
"Most beautiful girl I ever seen," Illinois scooped her up into his arms to kiss her on the forehead.
She threw her arms around his neck with a bright smile on her face. "Can we get ice cream after this museum thing?"
"Sure," Illinois laughed, "But first we have to actually get to 'this museum thing.' Go get your shoes on so we can head out. You too, Markus."
Markus chuckled and led Rosa to the entryway to get their shoes on. A soft smile spread across Illinois' face. He may have stopped adventuring so he could settle down, but he found all the treasure he could ever need. He wrapped an arm around each of them as they headed to the car.
Yeah, the best things in the world are right here.
Is there anyone who lives in Colorado who wouldnt mind some bums on their floor til we found jobs and shelter I need far away from here And peace of mind
Happy Hellinois Thursday, y'all. (Borrowing the occasion from Echo) This ship has a death grip on me. Not dad content this week, I wanted to explore how I thought they'd end up settling in together.
Words: 1400+
Content warning: mention of injury and blood (nothing graphic, just mentioned)
naga!Illinois + thief!heist
requested by @clouds-in-the-ocean
Domestic One-Shots | Illinois x Heist
MASTERPOST | Based on these prompts
13. Leaving notes for them around the home
No warnings apply :)
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Here you'll find all the domestic one-shots I've written for Hellinois Thursdays :3
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