[ omen x gn!reader ] - you both have your separate hobbies, but omen seems to love yours just as much as you do
tags: just fluff. reader loves books and reading (implied that the current book is fiction but i tried to keep it ambiguous)
notes: requested by @krokrux ! i hope you enjoy :)
“eccentric” and “extroverted” were probably not the best words to describe omen. he was a man of few words, and often times simply a man of several low growling noises.
not to say that you hated those things about him. not even remotely. it was refreshing, really.
it’s no secret that the hustle and bustle of days spent living at kingdom headquarters were… a lot. someone was always awake, whether that be a guard or simply a coworker fighting sleep. training was hard and tensions were tight most days. missions were tiring and often ended with several injuries. even the slow days where you could sleep in and training was minimal weren’t easy. there was something about the cold, metal environment of the headquarters that took away the “home” feeling of it.
one place that did make you feel better was the nearest comfy spot to read a book. today, that just so happened to be a sofa in a lounge room. the pillows and cushions were soft, but the back support good and the blankets cozy.
omen sat at a nearby table. he had a little bonsai tree situated in front of him and small pair of pruning scissors in his hand. normally, if someone was already occupying the space, you would have left.
however, omen was quiet and the sofa looked a little too inviting. you could enjoy each others company without disturbing each other, right?
you had been reading for a while whenever omen finally stood from his chair. you’d been a little too engrossed in what you were reading, and it took you a second to blink back to what was actually happening. the phantom took a few tentative steps toward you. he was quiet for a few beats before he finally spoke.
“can i sit?” he asked. one hand made the slightest inclination toward the seat next to you on the sofa.
you nodded and pulled your feet in a little to give him space. “oh, sure. how’s your tree?”
“good. your book?”
“it’s going good, i like this book. although the main character is kinda pissing me off. i know it’s supposed to be a personality trait or whatever but— yeah, it’s a good book.” you stopped before letting yourself go off on a tangent.
there were another few beats of silence. he tilted his head ever so slightly, as if asking for you to elaborate. when you didn’t, he leaned slightly closer and pretended to read the words on the page, although he wasn’t paying much attention.
“tell me.” he said, leaning back to where he had been before and looking over to you expectantly.
“tell you what? about the character?”
“the book.” omen said. “you seem to like it.”
you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. you would jump at any chance to tell someone about whatever book you had read or read about that day, but the offer being laid out to you sparked a warmth in your chest.
you weren’t sure how long you had been talking, but it had to have been a while. your mouth was dry, but you had managed to spill out every single coherent (and some incoherent) thought you’d had about the book thus far. and you couldn’t be happier about it, either.
omen hummed when you finished. he didn’t say anything, except mutter a small “thank you,” before collecting his bonsai and leaving the room. you settled back into the spot you had been before, and continued reading.
the interaction had been strange to you, but you tried not to think too hard about it. of all people, omen was one of the last you expected to hold a conversation with, although was it even a conversation? had he even enjoyed it? or did he grow tired halfway through?
in all honesty, you had presumed the latter.
that was until the next afternoon, anyway. you heard a small knock on your bedroom door, and padded over to open it. in the hallway stood omen, bonsai tree and pruning scissors in tow.
“hey,” you smiled. “what’s up?”
“can i…” he trailed off for a moment while he thought of what to say. then, he held up his bonsai tree and nodded towards it, indicating he was referring to it. “…and you tell me about your book?”
it would be a while before you realized that he wasn’t actually pruning his bonsai most of the time. you weren’t sure how often they needed to be trimmed, but it definitely wasn’t every day, and not for that long. you wondered if he give up the farce and just admit that he liked listening to you talk about something you enjoyed, but you supposed it didn’t really matter. if he wanted to pretend to prune his tree just to listen to you, you weren’t going to complain.
Viper doesn’t usually let anybody touch her weapons and utilities; however, when she finds herself in the predicament between only having ten minutes left until they left for the mission and twenty gas bombs to be filled, she unwillingly lets you help her out. though, as she watches your skilled hands handle her equipment so tenderly and gently, as if you knew how important it was to her, she couldn’t help but feel a slight spark light up in her chest. her eyes quickly flicker to your face to see if you noticed her minimal change in demeanor, but when she sees you furrowing your eyebrows in concentration with a slightly pouted mouth, she concentrates on the next gas bombs at hand instead. after this incident, you become the only person allowed in her lab whenever she needs some extra two pair of hands.
yoru
‘his’ garden
I headcanon yoru to have a little garden on the hq grounds that he doesn’t keep (of course), but is still his quiet place where he comes to rest and be alone. when he finds you sitting there for the first time, he becomes irrationally irritated, telling you harshly to leave and to not touch ‘his’ place again. when he sees your hurt expression before you walk away, he feels a slight sting in his heart. after all, you hadn’t done anything wrong; hell, you probably were just resting for a bit without even knowing yoru liked to have this place by himself. his ego definitely wouldn’t let him apologize but he does tell you sometime after that you could go there if you ever wanted to. will probably avoid stopping by after he tells you though because he’s a little scaredy cat.
phoenix
his wounds
After being particularly scratched up after a fight, the whole team is being healed by sage which leaves you, one of the first ones to be completely bandaged up, to help her out. as she tends to skye, you are in the midst of desanitizing phoenix’ wounds when he lets out a quiet hiss. you quickly say sorry, flashing him an apologetic smile as you continue with the cotton pad. phoenix just nods, fixing his attention on your face to distract him from his burning (haha) pain. all of a sudden he feels the weird urge to embrace you; so he does, leaving you completely frozen still as you try to cope with what was happening. when confronted with it later, phoenix simply blames it on the mission and all of the pressure that was falling off of him at that moment. but you both know it was something else.
sage
her garden
Remember how i mentioned yoru’s garden earlier? well the one who actually tends to it is - to no one’s surprise - sage !!
so when you take interest in her work in the garden for the first time and ask her to show you around, she catches a glimpse of you smelling a lily up close. when you notice her staring you laugh, which sends a pang right through her chest and she can’t help but blush. before you can ask her what’s wrong, yoru comes around the corner, freezing in his steps when he sees the both of you. hurriedly, you guys leave since sage has already told you about yoru’s situation.
jett
her knives
When you ask her to teach you how to spin your knife like she does, she can’t help but admire the agility and flexibility of your hands which is the key point to knowing how to handle a knife efficiently. without her even realizing it, a whole morning has gone by and you guys have to leave for your mission. when you grab your gun, you also put jett’s knife that you were practicing with in your pocket. when jett spots you spinning it nervously on the battle field later, all she can think about is getting you safely out of here so she could teach you some more knife tricks.
omen
comforting silence
I imagine omen to be someone who values his silence and being left alone a lot, which started as being his involuntary state but is now his preferred way of being. so when he takes off to the far right corner of the room to knit and you come in, he expects to have to disappear. feeling a shift in energy, you spot him sitting there, tense, as if already in the process of leaving the room. you smile, happy, since you’ve never gotten to be in the same room as him for a longer time than five seconds. you have no urge to speak to him since you just want to sit down and read your book; so you do exactly that. unsure on how to proceed in this scenario, omen just stays still, not moving until you have completely settled into your chair. omen watches your face silently as you open the first pages of your book, shifting to get more comfortable and he feels himself relax more and more, guiding his attention back to his knitting. about half an hour into his activity, he looks up and finds you asleep. if you had been awake, you probably could’ve heard the shadow’s heartbeat, as he carries you to your room, leaving his newly knitted scarf next to you on your pillow.
romantic!reader x agent ( established relationship )
a/n: NO PROOFREAD!!!! this gif is so intimidating? woah — also i’m not usually one 4 nicknames personally so these might not be the most accurate sorry
chamber
To nobody’s surprise: something french like mon cheri / ma chérie or so; will maybe call you something more extreme at the beginning and won’t tell you what it means ever, no matter how many times you ask.
astra
I picture astra to be somebody who goes kind of crazy with nicknames; and with crazy i mean choosing nicknames that aren’t common but in her eyes fit you perfectly. so maybe something like sunny instead of my sunshine, stuff like that.
viper
Nothing. she just says your name. ( she’s quite uncreative when it comes to things outside of academics )
skye
Once again: to no one’s surprise, she would use nicknames that are in some way related to nature such as my flower or my sunshine ( which is so adorable btw kicking my feet screaming and crying rn )
neon
Neon would probably keep it quite simple with nicknames like my love or babe. i headcanon her thoughts to be quite flickery like lightning so she just doesn’t have the patience to think of something new and original. doesn’t mean she loves you less though, just simply means she finds them to be just as fitting for you as a more extravagant name.
yoru
Will just call you idiot. or nerd. whichever one you prefer. he might sprinkle in a loser now and then if he’s feeling funky.
phoenix
Alright, so we all know he’s a goofy guy right because he’s just so quirky and silly all the time — but he does deem nicknames quite important to express his love for you which is why he doesn’t really kid around when it comes to that kind of stuff. a simple darling or love usually does the trick. if he is feeling more giddy or happy he’ll jokingly call you my treasure just to make you smile.
sage
MY BELOVED!!! my beloved. she will absolutely call you my beloved no questions asked, next one please.
omen
He has a very strong case of amnesia; that paired with his lack of communication about matters like love with his colleagues makes for a completely clueless omen who just calls you …. your name. probably wants to call you something else but has no idea how to approach that idea or if it’s something that’s even discussed in relationships. the ideas he has prepared in his head are horrendous though, so maybe it’s better to keep it that way.
