#pyro agent x reader

[npcimpact]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

wrote a 3 chapter fic on the fatui assassin guy. this was also published a little while ago!

[kazumie]

pairing: fatui pyro agent x reader

note: it had to be done and chuu lost all control-

warnings: none (i think)

“I thought you’d never come.”

The fatui agent’s gloved hands rest on your hips and through the mask you could see the sly smirk hiding behind it.

“Of course.” You squeeze his forearms with a smile on your face as if to dare him to come closer.

This whole ordeal—meeting on the secluded beach, away from the harbor and villages—was wrong. You had a reputation to uphold and if your superiors found out about you involving yourself with the fatui—beyond business affairs... you would be in so much trouble.

“You don’t even know me.” The pyro agent laughs when you let him corner you by the tree. “And yet here you are...”

He was right.

Despite having a number of secret meetings with him, he never dropped a name for you to remember nor has he mentioned his life outside of his occupation.

This stranger managed to break your routine—one that you have practiced for the most part of your life.

The night when your superiors provoked the Snezhnayan organization was the same night you had met a certain pyro agent to collect what was due.

Since that eventful fiasco, he had returned every night to monitor your debt and with every visit, he had easily become a part of your routine.

Even when the debt was paid, you both find yourselves keeping each other company.

“You asked me to come, Fatui.” You pull at his vision with a smile on your face when his fingers dig into your hips—words of frustration and excitement slipping past his lips. “It would have been rude of me to leave you waiting.”

His company was something that you craved every single moment of the day. The feverish yet gentle touches, the flattering words he would utter, the empty promises...

He made you feel special in some way.

The smile he had when you removed his mask was more than enough to fuel the butterflies in the pit of your stomach.

“Do you really trust me that much?” You whisper when his hand comes up to cup your cheek.

The edges of the mask dig into your palms—you know the moment he takes said object is the moment he leaves once again and as some kind of security, you hold on tight to his mask.

“You aren’t a threat.” He leans in and presses a kiss on the corner of your lips. “We’re going to have to say goodbye at one point. You know can’t meet anymore. The pyro agent leaves searing kisses along your exposed neck—he chuckles when you squirm from his touch. “My business with you was long over.”

“Not yet.” You bury your face on the juncture where his neck and shoulder meet. “Please.” Your fingers pull at his coat as some desperate attempt to make him stay.

It was pathetic.

His hand comes up to brush your hair down—it was an endearing form of reassurance he would do before he disappears to leave you.

“Don’t go.” You pull him closer.

He shakes his head and wraps his arms around you in an embrace. “I won’t.”

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