#infernus x reader

[luvvforlife]

SYNOPSIS : what infernus would gift you for valentine’s day, and how he’d spend the special day with you!

PAIRING : infernus (deadlock) x gn!reader

TAGS : 500+ words, fluff, mentions (optional) of drinking, abrams is mentioned.

why do ghouls fall in love m.list!

ཐི♡ཋྀ Infernus is wiping down another shot glass after washing it. The regulars stare at him strangely; he’s been wiping down that shot glass for 10 minutes now, deep in thought. The brim of Infernus' hat casts a shadow over his eyes, hiding how entranced he is in his thoughts.

A question that has been concerning Infernus for a while now: what would be the best gift for you for Valentine’s Day? He talks to equally sober and drunk regulars at Jezebel’s, asking the customers what they had planned for their special somebody: heart-shaped chocolates, festive teddy bears, appropriate Valentine’s Day cards, and lingerie- Infernus grimaced at that response in particular, not afraid to show his distaste.

Infernus sighs to himself, hoping an idea would come to him soon, as he taps his fingers on the wooden countertop.

On a night on his day off from work, Infernus finds himself at a familiar liquor aisle, intending to get himself a treat, especially because work has been getting quite busy, hectic, and worst of all, stressful. That’s when a shiny book cover catches his eye, a mixology kit, and that’s when the idea ignites.

Infernus puts the mixology kit in his cart, his excited strides making it to the arts and crafts aisle. What a genius idea: making you your own cocktail recipe book, or if you don't drink, he instead makes you a mocktail recipe book.

A project Infernus has picked up in his free time, including pictures, stickers, and a step-by-step process on how to make each drink. Along the sides is a small playful description of each drink, and as he wraps the ribbon around your gift, tying it into a bow, sealing the edges with his flame, your gift is now ready!

On Valentine’s Day, whether that’s late at night after Infernus’ shift, or before his shift started (depending on if you prefer the cocktail or mocktail recipe), Infernus shows you the beauty of his talents as he helps you make the drinks, pouring them into fancy cups with the garnish of your choice.

“Cheers!” Infernus exclaims, gesturing out to you with his cup, and like a magnet, you clink your glass with his, sipping at the delicious drink you learned to make thanks to Infernus.

Your time spent with Infernus is filled with laughter as Infernus attempts to make different creatures out of the different crackers, fruits, nuts, and curated meat from the charcuterie board you both shared.

“Look!” Infernus points out, “This one looks like Abrams!”

“Oh nooo!” You exclaim, taking the mini Abrams made out of crackers and meat, and plopping him into your mouth.

“How could you do that to our friend?!” Infernus mourns, faking a tear.

Infernus loves that you and he can shine so brightly around one another; he’ll have to thank Abrams again for introducing him to you.

© luvvforlife ✧.* infernus belongs to valve from the game “deadlock” that is still currently in its play test as i’m writing this. the reader belongs to you, and story belongs to me, aigis

[liminalapplejuice]

Bitter Coffee.

Infernus Deadlock x M!Reader Summary: Early morning drink mix-ups surrounded in a context of fluffy love. Warnings: Fluff, Probably Mischaracterized Infernus (I don't know his character the super best, but I like his whole deal), not beta read (or really proof read all that well.) ----- A hiss escapes your lips as you quickly move the scalding mug away from your mouth. Holding a hand up to cover your mouth does nothing to soothe the hot burn flaring in your mouth. Every gasp of air ignites a new level of never ending suffering and torment. Your eyes shut on instinct as you stick out your tongue in an effort to cool it. Somewhere in front of you, a throaty chuckle dances in the air. A warm hand comes to grip the mug in your grasp, overlapping onto your fingers. As you open your eyes you see grey-black fingers holding yours- attached to a grinning Infernus. "You know, I think drinking from your own cup would be a good way to keep burnt tongues off the menu." Infernus hummed, nodding to the mug you both were now holding. A stained red glass cup that is currently filled with a damn near black coffee that bubbles slightly where the liquid meets the cup wall.

Your own drink sits on the counter a couple inches away in a stained glass cup. The contents of which are a delicious, nice, good mixture of everything nice in a world- hand mixed by Infernus' adept hands. Very noticeably, as well, not boiling hot. "Patrons, Fern, how do you even drink that?" The fading sting of the burn leaves your tongue able to register the absolute horrible bitter taste of the coffee. "That isn't even a drink at that point! it tastes like you put your Napalm in this and called it a day." "I like it that way, sweetheart. Plus, you never know, maybe I did." He whispers at the end, wiggling his eyebrows. You both stare at each other for a beat before bursting into a fit of laughter. As you both die down, Infernus playfully taps the side of your glass- the one on the counter, towards you.

Giving Fern a playful shove, you couldn't help but smile at the blooming content feeling in your chest. When you both were starting to get serious- a sort of "I think this is going to last" serious, Infernus told you about his youth to make sure you heard it from him. Every nasty detail, regret, and shameful action that he could lay out for you. It wasn't a easy night for either of you. But to know where he came from and to see Infernus in such a mundane, happy environment made your chest tighten in a funny way. You grabbed the cup from the counter with your drink in it. Raising it to your lips, you mumble a quiet, "I love you." Infernus' face softens into something wholly domestic and loving, and he softly replies, "Love you, sweetheart." ----- This was lowkey going to be longer and.. frankly better but this thing has been sitting in my drafts for literal months. So I kinda just spat this bad boy out. Does anyone else want this man like I do because I played him *once* and fell in love lmao.

[liminalapplejuice]

Goodnight Moon

Infernus x GN!Reader

Drabble

Written on a phone at 2 am, don't blugeon me for any mistakes pls. Not proof or beta read.(Can someone make more Infernus gifs? I'm lowkey running out of material for headers...)

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When he's tired, Infernus' quick wit and steady tempo slows down into something... calmer.

When you exit the bathroom and step in your shared bedroom, his eyes trace your body lazily. Red iris' sluggishly move as he really just takes you in. His eyes shine with affection that softens the rest of his face and makes Infernus look uncharacteristically smitten.

His top lip pulls back, as you approach, in a a tion that doesn't look wholly voluntary. Like you getting close inspires a foundational joy in his nerves that sparks a smile on his face that he doesn't care to extinguish. The sharp point of Infernus' canine sticks out at an angle, snagging his top lip, making him look boyish and even more undoubtedly handsome.

Without words, you smile down at him as you slide himself into bed. The sheets, light, and sparring; marrying a fire prone Ixian means summer time brings the eternal struggle for the balance between comfort and cooling. Infernus reaches for you from his spot on the bed. Half-heartedly placing a hand on the nook of your knee, beckoning you towards him. A half hearted croon is mumbled out in a husky voice that you can't make out. Because as much as Infernus' lids fall over his bright eyes, you know he'll refuse to sleep until he gets what he wants.

Taking his marked hand in yours, you bring his palm up to your chest so that you can slide into the bed next to him. Barely bothering to cover yourself with blankets because, this close, you can feel the heat rolling off Infernus. He runs hot, born with fire and embers in his blood. Perfect for lighting the horizon ablaze in combat or defending his beloved bar. But in the here and now, it serves as a warming comfort that makes sleep beckon like a sirens song.

Next to him, Infernus doesn't make to move his hand from yours. Instead, opting to throw the other one over your waist, and move his legs to tangle with yours. Pressing his body close so that he may feel you against him. When you both moved in together, he'd told you how deeply he valued being able to simply hold you while sleeping. The level of comfort it brought him unattainable elsewhere. Ever since he's never slept anywhere but pressed against your side.

Infernus lets out a small, airy groan as he finally settles into the position he deems perfect. You're able to watch as his face smooths, and he finally allows his eyes to close. Sleep claims him about as quickly as it can, and before you can blink he's fully out in your arms. Entrusting himself to you fully, totally.

With a breathy, "Goodnight, Fern." You allow yourself to do the same, and become lost in the dredge of sleep.

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Sooo, WE all want to cuddle this man, right? Right? Guys?