Your writing is just SO YUMMY I might need to stay the whole night reading everything you posted
May I request something for old man Sigma? Post Talon!Sigma cuz I can't take it anymore someone FREE HIM 😭😭
Anyway, can be hcs or drabble, whatever your heart desires I'm sure it'll turn out amazing like everything else
Thanks in advance and take your time MUCH LOVE❤️❤️❤️
Siebren was jumpy, that much was obvious by the hunch of his shoulders whenever there was a loud noise. He was easily startled, cursing in Dutch before he would relax at the sight of colleagues.
With you, however, his skittishness seemed to evaporate, almost like he could sense you were coming, that he knew it was you behind him. He also figured out that whenever he was with you, the voices, the melody, was quieter.
Your hand would slip in his with ease, his shoulders would lose their tension, and his hand would squeeze yours. It was something so small, yet, it meant the universe to him.
The scientist never wanted to leave you, wanting to keep you close to his side as if you could physically ground him from everything. With you, he could think, he could breathe. Siebren could be himself without fear of rejection, dismissal.
He could feel again. A surge of emotions would begin flooding his head, muffling the voices, muffling the incessant melody he's trapped in.
Siebren has you to thank.
So, with you at his side, through every nightmare, every panic attack, every mental breakdown he's had, he truly believes he can get over anything.
a/n: thank you @gogolyouwhat for listening to me go on and on about this hehe, also i know this song isn't necessarily about a good breakup, but pls just imagine with me :) i’m also sorry if this is shitty i’m still a bit sleep deprived
genre: angst drabble
credit to @r1kuuw on twitter!!
"I hope you get your ball room floor
Your perfect house with rose red doors
I'm the last thing you'd remember
It's been a long lonely December"
Sigma's grip on the mic stand tightened, his other hand sliding up the cool metal to rest on the microphone itself. He closes his eyes, attempting to steady his voice as he continues.
A new song about a breakup; that's all anybody knows about the song Sigma wrote. Fyodor and Nikolai didn't push the subject after hearing it, surprisingly. Nikolai only nudged Sigma's ribcage, commenting that he must've been quite the ladies man to have such a way with words. Sigma tried to ignore it.
The story of it being about a breakup is only a vague statement Sigma provided anybody and everybody who asked. Everyone assumed it was a breakup from the past, when he was a teen experiencing strong feelings of love for the first time. Sigma never made any motion to correct it; their delusions are better than the truth of the matter.
"I wish I'd known that less is more
But I was passed out on the floor
That's the last thing I remember
It's been a long lonely December"
You watch in the front row with tears in your eyes. It's been at least a year since you had last seen him, and your last moments together were bittersweet. You missed him so much, and even if you're not able to be together, you wanted to see him. You settled with standing in the front row of his show, figuring it wouldn't be good to contact him again.
Your heart aches as you hear the pain in his voice, the sound causing memories of his tear-filled eyes and strained cries. The memory of the night you two had to separate, for the well-being of you both. The conversation had that night had ripped your heart in two; you remember the way his lips trembled as he told you about the demands of his management. And you especially remember the way you both held each other for the last time, a mixed chorus of sobs racking through the air.
"I miss your face
You're in my head
There's so many things that I should have said
A year of suffering, a lesson learned"
Sigma loses himself in the song, remembering your face as if you were standing in front of him. He tries to reach out, but knows it's only a figment of his imagination. He had told you to find happiness and move on, and in his mind, that's exactly what you did. But, he regrets every word he uttered that night. If only he could do more to protect you, the one he considered his home.
He missed the warmth of your hugs, and the way you always opened your arms for him to mold into your hold, like perfect little puzzle pieces. He missed the way you smiled at his lame attempts to initiate cuddles in your bed. He missed the way you made him feel inside when he came home from a strenuous day in the studio. And most of all, he missed the way you made him feel human. If only he could've been as great as you believed him to be.
"It's been a long lonely December"
He finishes the song, his heavy pants drowned out by the sounds of screaming fans. Slowly, he remembers where he is. His eyes open to reveal a large crowd of people and the flashes of lights, always a bit overwhelming to him. Eyes dart around the venue as he takes deep breaths, trying to calm himself down again. But a single pair of eyes cause him to stop breathing.
He gasps, eyes widening; the familiar (e/c) orbs he's been yearning for stare back at him. A watery smile grows on your face at the realization that he sees you, and the expression on his face tells you all you need to know.
His body tenses, muscles straining to stop him from jumping off the stage and running to you, hoping that if he hugs you tight enough, you won't be able to leave again. He wouldn't let you.
Seeing you again only reminded him how much he loves you, so much so that his whole chest aches. His lip trembles as he covers his mouth with his hand. He'd do anything to be with you again. He only hopes that this time he can be strong enough to protect you, as the extraordinary man you always reminded him he was.
The sound of the piano echoes throughout the halls leading towards the auditorium, a melody that sounds familiar but you couldn't quite place.
Upon entering the hall, only one stage light illuminates the man and the piano. He looks otherworldly, the dust swirling around him as the piano keys continue to be assaulted by his skilled hands.
Despite the music, you couldn't help but feel saddened, perhaps even angry as the maestro had promised to meet you nearly an hour ago, yet here he was.
When his fingers pressed the final notes, the hum of the piano dying down until it is no longer heard, you clap, but it wasn't a clap of gratitude for gracing your ears.
Siebren looks over, his eyes widen slightly, a small pink tint blushing his cheeks at your appearance in the hall.
"Dank je wel." He almost stutters, not hearing the implication to your clapping. "Whatever are you doing here?"
"We were supposed to meet over an hour ago." You simply state, the irritation evident in your voice.
Siebren looks at you, the cogs in his head turning before he glances over at his watch. His heart sinks as he reads the time.
"Het spijt me zo vreselijk!" He exclaims, standing from the bench as he closes the fallboard before almost jumping from the stage. "Allow me to make it up to you?"
His hands were soft as they cup your cheeks, thumbs gentle brushing over your soft skin.
How could you ever deny the man? He was forgetful, sure, but the gentleness in his voice, the way he caresses you, it was hard to say no.
"Okay." You give in.
He grins, eyes sparkling with stars. His fingers entwine with yours, a soft grip as he pulls you closer. "Perfect! I shall cook for us both, yes? Only the finest for someone like you."
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@colemorrison ♥
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Translations:
Dank je wel - Thank you
Het spijt me zo vreselijk - I am so terribly sorry
I'm not sure if you write for Sigma, but if you don't, you can 100% ignore this!!!
Could you write something (literally anything) for Sigma's scuba skin 😞🙏. There's such a lack of sigma content in the fandom & the skin is so FINEEEE 😖😖😖
Spent a while trying to find a scuba sigma skin gif.... so many random gifs...
Siebren had been your scuba teacher for the last few weeks now and recently, things had been slowly heating up. Conversations were getting more personal and his hand would brush over yours more often than not.
When in the water, his gaze would linger on your body a little longer than it would anyone else. He had even extended your lessons, always using the excuse that he "lost track of time" when in reality he knew what he was doing.
It took him quite a lot of courage to ask you to dinner. He was significantly older than you, but that didn't stop the man from shooting his shot. When you said yes, he felt his cheeks flush hot. He gave you a time and said that he'd pick you up in the evening.
What he didn't expect though, was your hand grabbing his. His skin was wet from the recent dive, eyes and body glistening under the summer sun, but your contact still sent a shiver down his spine.
Your hand was small in his and he couldn't quite rid the suggestive thoughts from his head as he looked down at you.
His other hand rested on the small of your back as he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your wet cheek, mumbling soft words in Dutch.
You had requested an extra session, his recent classes not settling in your mind. You couldn't quite place it, but there was a disturbance swirling within your mind.
His back was turned to you, his pen scribbling equations on the near wall length whiteboard. The room was almost silent, only the squeaking of pen tip and his humming were heard.
The vest he wore, the red and grey, decorated with silk roses, flex along his back wherever he reached. A strong torso that held strong shoulders. Despite his greying hair slicked back, it still had that slight bounce to it with every step to the right he took.
It seems as though he was lost in thought, too deep in his mind that he completely forgot that you were in the same room as him. When he finally turns around, seeing you staring at him and lost in your own mind, he couldn't help the playful chuckle that escapes his throat.
"Either the work has fried your brain or you are focussed on something completely different." He jests. Zo'n mooi klein dingetje...
He watches as your cheeks flush, the embarrassment rising within you. Siebren chuckles once again, approaching your desk before leaning against it.
"Relax, little bird, perhaps we can figure out a way for the information to stick..."
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KOFI
"Zo'n mooi klein dingetje..." - Such a pretty little thing
Can I request for pre-accident sigma x reader being his lab or personal assistant where they slowly fall in love at work? This trope always have me in a chokehold istg <3
Sigma is such a cutie :3
You were hired as his personal assistant. A process that went through several candidates, and you just so happened to be the one for the astrophysicist.
It had been a long few months since you started working with him, mainly transporting documents and research to other places, but sometimes, when the evening rolled in, you would be seated in his lab and keeping him company.
At first, he saw you only as his assistant, nothing more, nothing less. You were hired to work with him, to make sure that everything was running smoothly and that was that. But, there was a lingering feeling within his chest that he didn't dare think about.
Every time you walked into the lab with that smile on your face and the confidence in your walk, it sent his heart fluttering. He didn't want to believe it, but, he had begun falling for you.
And you felt the same way. When bringing in his morning coffee, you lingered a little longer than necessary. You watched him work with awe, admiring the efficiency and the stubbornness. And every time he smiled at you, that awkward, not-entirely-too-sure grin, your stomach started doing somersaults.
Over time, as the days passed, there was a more comfortable atmosphere around the two of you. Siebren would speak more often to you, more pleasantries and conversations and you would happily converse with him, talking about anything and everything.
It was a slow, blossoming relationship that only seemed to grow the more the two of you nurtured it. You made sure that he was taking care of himself whilst giving him exactly what he needed.
And Siebren, well, he would certainly give you the stars if he could.
A new addition to requests, ones that I should be able to complete a lot faster than full fics. If you would like one, send a character and a prompt and I will get to is ASAP.
I will still put the drabble tags under the post so all drabbles get put together when tag searched.
!! The red means it NSFW or has a content warning !!
!! The orange means that it's S/NSFW !!
"Maak geen beloftes die je niet kunt nakomen, Siebren..." He mumbles to himself, scrawling over the whiteboard with various equations.
He was behind, far behind, in his research. Thinking it would be easier said than done, he had just two days remaining before the self inflicted deadline.
The stress was high, much like the coffee cups and papers that littered his workspace. The question was, would his body would give out before he finished his work? He didn't stand and wait around to witness for the inevitable, there was work to be done.
The scientist continues to speak to himself, not realising the visitor sat behind him. "Ik heb geen tijd..."
"You mumble a lot." You point out, watching him turn around almost comically fast.
His heart rate settles with an exasperated sigh as he looks at you. "Ah, mijn lieve, I didn't hear you come in."
"I've been here a while." You admit. "Figured you'd want some company."
He smiles warmly, some weight easing from his shoulders. "Thank you. I would like that." When he turns back to view the board, seeing the mindless scribbles that joined the days long research, he rubs his head.
"When was the last time you had eaten?"
Siebren takes a moment to think before you laugh and stand from your seat.
"If you have to think about it, it must've been too long ago." You grab his arm, pulling him away from his work. "Come on, dinner is on me."
The scientist almost fumbles in his words, a light blush on his cheeks.
"Dank je wel."
Translations:
Maak geen beloftes die je niet kunt nakomen, Siebren... - Don't make promises you can't keep, Siebren...
