Alibi (Illuga x KOF! Fem Reader)
Warnings: mur4er, swearing, reader is a girlfaliure(?), blo0d, reader is Varkas cousin, yeaner reader, mentioned of Arlecchino, Varka, and Flins
Notes: this was so fun to write, the ending is inspired by this by @yearningpine
Word count: 636
Taglist: @milkhalo
You stared at the lifeless body before you, blood painting the snow a dark red. Varka had specifically ordered not to attack any Fatui soldiers working with The Knave. Well, he never said don’t attack if they were spies. Grabbing your sword from the ground, you glanced at your reflection before sheathing the sword.
‘All that matters is I go back before anyone notices, and no one will know of the murder.’ you thought, making your way through the woods.
The leaves acted as a curtain, blocking any light in your path, making it harder to find the way out.
After hours of walking in circles you made your way back to the dead Fatui, an unpleasant smell reeking from the body.
Sighing in agony, you sat down, staring at the leaves above. It was now just you, and the dead Fatui.
And the figure sprinting towards you.
You didn’t get time to react, a polearm shot out, landing next to your throat, and blue eyes staring menacingly into your own.
“PLEASEDONTKILLMEIDIDNTDOANYTHING!!” you screamed out at once, before taking a second glance at the blue eyes.
‘ILLUGA, THANK YOU BARBATOS!’
“I’m not going to kill you, calm down,” Illuga replied, taking a step back to look at your current state.
You were hungry, tired, and about to surrender yourself to whatever monsters were lurking in the forests. Definitely breaking the Knight of Favonius standards.
“I’m going to assume you have something to do with that?” Illuga asked, pointing at the Fatui agent.
“No. Maybe.”
“Fine, yes it was me, it was a spy anyways.”
“Just don’t tell Varka I don’t want to get fired..”
Illuga stared at you, before letting out a deep sigh. He sat down next to you grabbing a gauze from his pocket. It was only then you realized, you had a gash on your arm that had been bleeding for a good thirty minutes.
Two hours had passed after Illuga found you. After burying the agent (somewhere no one would ever find and go curse your bloodline, thank Barbatos), he began cooking food on a fire while you sat there after he insisted you let the wound heal.
‘He’s cute when he’s worried’ you thought, staring at him like an idiot.
“Do you need something? You’ve been staring,” Illuga pointed out, snapping you out of your imagination.
“N-Nope!” You stuttered in reply, bright red slowly coloring your face, now staring at your dirty armor blanketed in snow.
‘DAMN YOU FLINS..’
It was all his fault, you thought. You remember when he introduced you to Illuga, right after you nearly fainted due to how high up Primada was. Embarrassing. (A purple haired fae can be spotted smiling while preparing to fight Dottore)
“Here, eat.” Illugas voice rang out as he handed you a meat skewer.
You took it from his hand, savoring the juicy meat with each bite.
‘AND HE CAN COOK??’
Illuga sat next to you, took his jacket off and draped it around your shoulders.
Your brain short circuited, causing you to choke mid-bite.
“Hey-” His hand landed on your back, as you slowly recovered from that pathetic moment.
You were now very positive that you turned into a shade so red a tomato could never match.
“Eat slowly, I don’t want Varka on my ass.”
You tried not to mess up again as Illuga stared at your intently.
After eating in agony of not fucking up in front of the hot light keeper, you fell asleep on him, you head on his lap as he caressed your hair.
Good to say, once you got out of the forest you were 100% asking Nikita for Illugas hand in marriage, where else would you find a better male-wife! And if Varka asked where you were? Use Illuga as your alibi (and husband).
DON’T USE AS YOUR OWN WORK OR FEED TO AI.
