#vertin x reader

[sonettosglasfeder]

a cigarette pressed between her lips (pt.1)

ft. vertin, sonetto, recoleta, marcus, isolde, kakania, windsong, vila

length : VERY short, about 100 words each part

prompt : kissing reverse 1999 girls / women while they're busy / distracted! (inspired by @/xilurs on tiktok!)

tags : gender neutral reader, (i tried) kissing, fluff, use of pet names, potential ooc, grammar errors

a/n : hello everynyan first time posting one of my works here... waow... this is from the tiktok slideshow but i've made a bit of changes since i'm not limited to the length of the original slide 😛hope yall enjoy!

Vertin - "The Timekeeper."

With careful precision, you gently grab the collar of Vertin's clothing and pull her closer, your lips pressing against hers. You can feel the other girl's body lock up, gasping into your mouth before she eventually finds herself melting.

When you both part, Vertin's brilliant mind short-circuits when she realizes what had just happened. She touches her own lips with a sound of awe, still parted from your intimate gesture.

Her face begins to warm up and she's quick to hide it, tilting her hat down timidly. Her eyes dart around before she takes interest in the floor, her monotone voice having the faintest bit of a tremble.

"At least warn me next time..."

Sonetto - "An Outstanding Graduate."

Sonetto, long lost within her thoughts, barely processes the moment when you careful fingers began carding through her hair gently. She lets out a soft noise of surprise when your lips slot with hers, but she closes her eyes and warms up to you.

Her hands squeezes your hip a bit too tightly, a sigh of disappointment leaving the other girl's lips when you pull back too soon. She fumbles with the glasfeder held in her other palm, twirling it within her fingers.

She hesitates, the word just on the tip of her tongue when she figures out what to say. With an ounce of courage, she finally brings herself to speak. "Can we do that again, please?"

Recoleta - "Gaucho Rider."

Recoleta leans back against the cluttered couch whilst scribbling something in her notebook with a grunt of frustration. You gaze at her, eyeing the way the poet's lips purse tightly in focus. You carefully move closer, grazing the corner of her mouth with your lips.

You revel in the way she ceases her writing immediately, and without giving you a chance to admire her dumbfounded expression, Recoleta boldly kisses you properly with her lips pressing flush with yours.

When the both of you pull away, you're met with the sight of her grinning with a light in her eyes. "Sorry for not paying more attention to you, mi cariño."

Marcus - "Angelotti."

Marcus' finger trails across a page, her eyes darting from each individual word. She snaps the book shut, taking a glance toward the bookshelf in front of her. She had went through most of the literary works shown to her, but she hadn't found with satisfactory to her tastes.

Marcus closes her eyes in thought. Amidst her spiraling mind, she feels you planting a chaste kiss to her lips, the unexpected gesture drawing out a sound similar to a squeak from the reader. Her eyes open again when you pull away, watching Marcus pull her scarf over her mouth.

Her face is warm, and when she speaks, words tumble out in a shy, muffled mess. "Your lips are... soft..."

Isolde von Dittarsdorf - "Vienna's Star."

Isolde's body seizes the moment your hands frame her cold face, a pleasant noise of surprise exiting her throat when you bring her closer and kiss her slowly. Her eyes initially widen before they eventually flutter close, finding relax in your gesture.

Her lips tremble against ours ever in the slightest, hands scrambling for your waist and keeping you held close. Isolde reciprocates, her grip on you tight as if your body was her only anchor in a sea-tossed storm.

When you pull back, she emits a quiet huff of dissatisfaction. Isolde's clutch on you loosens, chest heaving with each breath she takes as a warm flush colors her pale futures. "I've been waiting so long for you to do that."

Kakania - "Klara Vingler."

You grab a fistful of Kakania's clothing, making the other woman pause from whatever psychological point she was making and cut her off mid-sentence. She gasps as you drag her down, body pressing flush with yours when she collapses. Her figure pins you down on the couch, her weight crushing.

Your kiss leaves her sharp mind blank for once, the therapist at lost for words. She melts, eyes closing with a fond sigh. The moment you both part away, Kakania catches her breath whilst adjust her glasses that were perching precariously on the tip of her nose. There's a soft pink color on her cheeks, suiting her flustered expression.

"I believe," she begins quietly, voice breathy. "we take this somewhere more comfortable, yes?"

Windsong - "Ekaterina."

Windsong trips and falls back against the bed when you push her down lightly, straddling her hips and leaning down. You kiss her awake, the other woman responding with flustered, lazy intensity. Her hands skim across your back, holding you against body and keeping you right where you are.

A gasp from the researcher rang through your ears when you nip at her bottom lip, eliciting a quiet whimper from her throat. She makes an attempt to retaliate, only to melt further when your kisses grew more deeper, more passionate.

When you pull away for air, Windsong tugs at your clothing with a needy look in her eyes. "Wait... don't leave me yet."

Vila - "Daughter of the Wine-Dark Sea."

Vila nearly drops the handful of art supplies she's holding when your arms warp around her midriff, your lips finding the rusalka's neck and cheek. She giggles softly, setting the tools aside before turning in your embrace, closing the distance between the both of you.

Vila's gloved fingers slide from your chest towards your shoulders when she kisses you slowly, her fang just barely touching your lower lip. Her tongue flicks against your mouth, your lips parting on instinct. Before she lets the situation grow more heated, she pulls away and gives you a fond smile.

"Allow me to remind you that we are not at home." She speaks whilst her thumb traces the skin beneath your lip, voice lowering to a promising whisper. "Let's continue this later, alright?"

a/n : reached the image limit huhu... dw, pt 2 is coming asap 👅

[3amstoryreader]

What if... (Rev1999 x reader)

Repost

Just some random scenarios I came up with. (I was feeling a bit evil this time, so not all of them will be that happy )

Characters: X, Ada Tennant, Vertin(Madam Z mentioned) and Name Day (Vila and Windsong mentioned)

A/n: for X part I've received many requests suggesting different endings so I'm definitely gonna write a part 2 same for Name Day because someone requested more scenarios of him with a pregnant reader and after the baby's birth(I'll let you choose the baby gender)

What if you started ignoring X more often?

X is an attention seeker who constantly wants to be under the spotlight, but what would happen if you suddenly started ignoring him?

He immediately noticed your change of behavior but chose not to question you, thinking it was one of your many little schemes.

Hours turn into days, and days turn into weeks. Now he's worried. Did he do something wrong or offend you somehow?

Whenever he needs someone to test a new machine, his gaze will linger on you for a few instances, waiting to see you volunteer, but no responses.

During breaks, he will stop by and leave a cup of tea brewed just like you love it.  He waits for a comment, a spark in your eyes, or praise, anything. Instead, he received nothing but a polite and distant "thank you".

The young inventor is desperate; he tries to at least make you laugh, yet it is so hard.

What did he do wrong?

X can't take it anymore. Heavy steps could be heard in the suitcase hallway headed towards your room.

Once he arrived in front of your dorm, X knocked desperately as if his life depended on that wooden door.

You opened the door, but before your mind could process what was happening, you felt a pair of arms wrapping around your legs.

You looked down, seeing a pair of teary, mismatched eyes looking at you.

"I'm sorry, whatever I did, I didn't mean it. Please forgive me. I'm nothing without you."

The grip around your legs got only tighter. He wasn't planning on letting you escape so easily, not until you reacted in some way.

Now, tears were flooding from his eyes. X tried to say something more, but only sobs left his lips.

I’m ready to stay like this for as long as possible, and I couldn’t care less if someone passes by. Let them see. It only matters that you’re the one I want by my side. Your care is all I need.

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What if you saw right through her act?

"Welcome to my jewellery, milady, how may I help you?" You were greeted by a tall, handsome woman when you stepped inside the new jewellery store, which has been the talk of all the parties you recently attended.

Apparently, the owner was a fine gentleman named Tennant who sold high quality diamond crafts.

"I heard a lot about this store, so today I came here to see with my own eyes if I could find something unique that would suit me," you answered, already captivated by the models showcased.

"I'm glad to hear that words of my humble work have reached the ears of such a beautiful young lady." She said, closing the distance between you two, delicately trailing her finger along your collarbone.

The sudden close proximity and the feeling of her slender finger on you made you tremble a bit, yet you found yourself taking a step forward completaly captivated by the lady’s beautiful ruby eyes.

"A necklace would look stunning on you, milady. I've got a lot of precious gems you can choose from. Let me guide you."

She gently grabbed your arm, escorting you to the main showcase area full of lavish jewelry so exquisite you almost believed you were inside a royal boutique or a dream.

"You can choose anything here that pleases your tastes, milady. I have anything a fine young lady such as you could desire from shiny gemstones like amethyst and topaz, to equally beautiful but less eye catching like turquoise, jade, and pearls."

You had to admit that all of them were breathtaking. If you could, you'd buy the whole collection, but the reason you came here was to see the famous diamonds.

"They're incredible. Such refined, attentive craft is rare, but I'm looking for your famous diamond creations."

"Oh my, what kind of gentleman am I? Anyone could tell from the first glance that diamonds are the perfect match for you, milady."

"Excuse me... gentleman?!?" You were taken aback. All this time, you thought he was a woman; this was embarrassing and improper for a young lady to act this casually with a man.

"Something is wrong, milady?" She paused, looking at you, a bit concerned.

"I must apologize, Mr. Tennant. All this time, I mistook you for a handsome woman. I'm sorry," you confessed, lowering your face to hide your embarrassment.

A few seconds passed in silence until a soft laugh escaped Tennat's lips

"Ah... this is surprising," she laughed.

"You indeed have a good eye, milady. You're the first noble lady to see past my act."

"What do you mean?"

"Let's say you were right. I'm indeed a woman, but I use my looks to gain more customers. Some people just buy my treasures to spend time with a handsome young "man", and I just play along because I’m a humble seller trying to earn to eat." She then knelt in front of you and offered you her hand.

"It makes me happy because today there was actually no need to play pretend."

Hearing those words made you feel better.

"Please lift your chin. There's no reason to be shy, milady. I don't bite, " she said, gently caressing your cheek.

"I think I might have the right thing for your cute face."

"Here is a little gift for my newfound, honourable client." You didn't know when she picked it up, but now there was in her free hand a flower made of pure diamond.

"For me? Thanks, Mrs Tennant."

"The name is Ada milady."

"(name)"

"(name)... I see a lovely name, indeed. In the future, I might say it a lot often."

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What if you were reversed by the storm?

Vertin woke up once again in the familiar medical yard room. Another mission successfully completed, well, that's what the report says.

She stood up, looking outside. The weather was nice, nothing compared to the nasty storm that stole another cherished companion, I meant dear friend from the Timekeeper.

Her eyes were dull, filled with emptiness. Her hair was messy, and her entire body was covered in bandages, not enough of which could patch the new, freshly open scar in her heart.

It hurts.

It hurts a lot.

The pain was almost unbearable for Vertin.

How could she keep her usually composed look after witnessing your body turning into dust, your last smile, and your last words?

"We'll see each other in the future. I'll wait for you, Timekeeper."

Why did you have to say those words? Why did you stop when the suitcase was so close? Why did the storm have to begin a few minutes earlier this time? 

She failed as a timekeeper.

Many questions and regrets flooded the poor girl's mind, but nobody could give her the answers she was searching for.

She stood there watching the clouds, a lone tear sliding down her face.

How pitiful indeed. She couldn't do anything for you, yet you gave everything to her and the mission.

No amount of titles, medals, and articles will ever bring you back now.

Madam Z walked into the room to check on Vertin, but she left immediately, seeing her current state.

She knew what had happened, an accident similar to the first one at the orphanage and the second with half blood arcanist Schneider.

She understood the girl's pain and wished for her to be reunited with all her lost friends in the future they once belonged to.

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What if he were about to be a father?

Someone actually asked for some headcanons for Name Day as a father a while ago, but I forgot about it (I'm sorry, take this as an apology)

"Leonid, I've got a little something for you," you announce, appearing behind him.

"You seem happier than any other day. What's the occasion, my snowflake?" He asked, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Take a look." You handed him a small game console.

"Where did you find this? It's adorable, I'm going to place it among my game collection," he said, grabbing the item from your hands and observing it.

"Not so fast, that was meant for your dust catching shelves." He stopped, looking at you with a confused expression.

"It's for our new gaming little buddy," you said, placing one hand on your belly.

"Wait... do you mean what I'm actually thinking? " He asked in disbelief, almost making the small console slip from his hand.

You knew he was a very observant person, so understanding what you meant wasn't hard for him. In fact, hiding the pregnancy without making him suspicious would’ve been impossible without Vila and Windsong’s help.

A wide smile formed on your face, clearing any possible doubt.

"Leonid, I'm pregnant, and we're going to be parents soon," You finally said it.

The young man could not believe his ears. Him? As a father? One of his biggest dreams was about to turn into reality.

Well, it was already reality since inside our belly there was a mini version of him and you.

"I think this is the best thing I'll ever hear in my life." He placed the console on the nearest surface and hugged you tightly, making sure not to put too much pressure on your belly.

Tears of joy ran down his face; he was so happy to the point he could not think of words to describe how he felt.

Weeks passed, and everyone at Laplace and Rayashki could see how joyful their investigator looked.

He spent every night talking to your tummy, telling the baby stories about his hometown and family, his missions, and discoveries.

Something, whenparticularly tired, he would sing songs in Russian until both of you fell asleep.

As for the nursery, you insisted on helping, but he forced you to sit back comfortably and watch him do all the work.

He painted an amazing starry sky on the ceiling and carved the crib and all the toys by himself. Name Day was really working himself to the bone, but he was proud of how the room looked once done.

There was still quite a lot of time before he could hold the baby between his arms, but just the thoughts were enough to warm up his heart.

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Thank you for reading

[thequietkid-moonie]

Something you have no chance of understanding

𝆹𝅥 Yandere drabble

𝆹𝅥 Vertin, Scheider, Jessica, Windsong, Vila, Isolde (REVERSE 1999)

𝆹𝅥 their biggest fear (regarding their darling)

Vertin

Vertin fears that her darling would get caught by the storm. As the Timekeeper is her work to face the storm, she has the ability to be there and survive despite the danger of the storm but it is also because of that same reason that Vertin has experienced the horror that is the storm, all that is lost in it and she has already lost a lot of people because of it so even if it is her job she can't help but fear that the storm will take you away the next time it happens

Scheider

Scheider fears that her darling go somewhere is unreachable for her. She has been doing her best to keep up a facade, carefully doing her work while keeping her worries and anxiety deep down, putting a brave facade even for her darling but most of the things are out of her control, she is just a pawn for someone else so she never forgot about the posibility of losing her darling, the thought of her darling disapearing, of being taken somewhere she will never be able to see nor reach them ever again terrifies her to her core

Jessica

Jessica fears that her darling will get tired of her and leave. She has been abandoned and left alone, for the longest time what Jessica has been craving more than anything is company, someone to be there for her in her overwhelming monotony and after finding her darling she has been incredibly ecstatic! Every day felt like an new adventure and a bless and yet she is terrified of the day things aren't as exciting as the start for you, she will do everything in her power just so you never left her all alone again

Windsong

Windsong fears that she may just be a disapointment for her darling. She has already failed more times that she likes to remember, her passion did bring her nothing but troubles for the longest time and that have left her with doubts and insecurities, have left her wounded and scared so when she found someone to love with the intensity she loves her darling she can't help but think that she will end up being nothing but a trouble for her darling too, Windsong is so scared of not only messing up but bringing troubles to her darling to the point of making you be disapointed of her, and even if she wouldn't blame you for it it will still hurt her deeply

Vila

Vila fears that her darling may don't feel the same. She loves her darling as much as she loves Rayashki itself, there is no way she would ever be able to choose between both because both mean the world for her, thats why in her mind there isn't space for the idea of her darling don't liking Rayashki nor her, even if her darling shows clear signs of the contrary the panic will make her deny it completely with the excuse of you needed just some time to warm up! She will not accept it otherwise, she is terrified of that posibility but because of that same fear is that Vila will make sure it never becomes a reality

Isolde

Isolde fears that her darling will turn their back to her. Despite her beauty and talent that simply would not erease the fact that she is sick, neurotic, her beautiful voice has never stopped others from having mixed feelings about her, from pushing her to even the point to go for a electroshock therapy just so she could be cured, just so her family won't go throught another misfortune, people has insulted her, turn their back to her but she can endure all of that as long as you are at her side, as long as she have you Isolde knows she can keep going and if you ever turn your back to her too she will be completely broken and lost

[kiwidescent]

| Fic inspired by: {Reverse 1999} A 20th Century Time-Travel Strategic RPG Game |

Noticing her turning to leave, you panic and grab onto her wrist. A vice-like grip around it, almost as if when she leaves . . . She’d disappear and take everything you hold dear with her. 

“Timekeeper wait!” 

Vertin’s head snaps to look at you. So quickly, you swear it flew. A mixture of intense emotions written all over her face. Eyes widened in shock with her mouth slightly agape. She’s been on many missions that‘s brought new arcanists to the foundation, but never has anyone clung to her in such a manner. Its the storm, Vertin tells herself, the storm is what’s causing you to act like this. Why else would you cling to failure like her who can’t protect anyone? But then she looks into your eyes . . . Eyes that peer up at her so vulnerably. Never has anyone looked at her with such fondness in their eyes. Never . . . Has anyone but her mother held onto her like she’s their lifeline. 

“I-” You pull your arm back immediately, attempting to speak but the ability to speak has already left you. Apologies about to leave you, but she speaks up before you can even start. “Whatever it is that you wish to speak, you must be quick about it. The storm is almost here.” She speaks with finality in her voice. Ahh, another mission must have been assigned. 

Embarrassed, your eyes wander away from her face as you fidget with yourself. “I- . . . Timekeeper, I know you’re busy. It’s not my intention to keep you from your duties . . .” Trailing off again, you’re unable to speak. “But?” She says in an attempt to coax it out of you. The authoritative tone melts away to a voice as smooth as butter, so you cave. Like you always do with her.

“I know that you've been through these many times.” You swallow trying to gather the courage to speak to her so boldly. Openly for the first time. She watches you with such intensity that you get lost in her eyes. The same aloof expression as always has captivated you like no other face could ever. This causes your soul to jump to the sky in fright when you feel her hand grasp yours. Tight and warm, yet her touch is so gentle. . . . As if to say she’s here for you. “With lots of other arcanists but . . . This is my first time braving through the storm. I know you're needed elsewhere but if it's possible . . . Please could you . . . Could I stay with you please?” Your voice teeters off meekly at the last sentence. Tears welling up in your eyes, but you blink them away as you pull your hand away from hers. Face turning away in shame. “I MEAN . . . Forgive me, I just got carried away. You should go before someone comes to-” 

“I’ll stay.” Now it’s your turn to look shocked. Eyes finding hers again once more. The sad sea green ocean in her eyes moves you to huddle closer back to her. To comfort her, something tugs at your heart whenever her eyes get like that. Murky and dark, like she’s reminiscing on something that doesn’t exist anymore. Oh, how you wish you’d be allowed to know what goes on in her head. “I know what it’s like to be all alone with no one to turn to. Don’t worry about my mission, after all I'm not a timekeeper yet, so you shouldn’t keep calling me that either. My abilities are far too weak to be considered for high stake missions at the moment.” With that being said, she breaks your shared stare. An arm hesitantly wrapping around you. Looking outside the window, she observes the rain as it dances around the flowers outside the facility. “I’ll stay with you, as long as you need me to.”  Those words bring you more comfort than anything the foundation could ever offer. And they have offered a lot. Your ability is a game changer. By getting to you first, they got the first real upper hand on manus vindicate but all you feel like is a puppet they poke and prod at.

Vertin on the other hand, feels like home. God, you haven’t thought of that in a long while. Wordlessly, you lean your head on her shoulder. She lets you.

Together the two of you watch the world outside as the number on her wristwatch gets closer and closer to zero. Abnormalities beginning to appear, and soon the storm will begin.

5 4 3 2 1

. . . Her hand clutches yours even tighter and a whimper is heard. You're not sure if it's hers or yours.

[ ᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀꜱ ʙʏ: @grungenglam]

[kae-nyan]

(GN READER X VERTIN, FLUFF, ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP)

Only you my girl, only you babe, only you~

(VERTIN)

VERY clingy on her sleep actually. Don't be suprised when you find yourself to be bundled up by her. There wasn't a single night where her hands wasn't placed on you, whether it be hugging you from the back, or just hand holding.

Elaborating on this, this means none of your rare fights would last long anyways. Vertin would sleep on the other side of your bed at night and you would wake up with her crooning on your neck the next morning.

And it wouldn't matter if you were sulking or whatevs, you would always find your place at her arms no matter how hard you try to avoid it.

However, she sometimes have reoccurring nightmares. You'll know when she starts to mumbles, or maybe even groan sometimes..

She wouldn't tell you though, but rather assure yourself to not worry about her and says she's used to it. And she wouldn't forget to apologise to you if her "nonsense" disturbs your sleep.

But it's more, obvious, during her worse days of seasonal nightmares. Guilt eats her up when Vertin finally wakes up from her dream to see your worried and tired face. She would suggest that she would sleep on the sofa. But of course you wouldn't allow it.

Often rambles some weird facts when it alligns with your hobby. Vertin is the type of gal to know everything about anything, especially about history (since yk,, she's a timekeeper)

Oh? That hobby? Didn't you know that it was accidentally created when an arcanist thought it was more convinient to use arcanist items rather than human items, but found out it has other effects?

Oh, yeah? That famous old song you're listening to? Fun fact, it was created when the singer had to improvise the lyrics by memory because someone had stolen the original script.

A sucker for your home-made lunch box you made for her to eat during her long field mission. You ironically made love shapes with bits of foods and cheesy words with ketchup. And you know what?? SHE WILL EAT THAT UP IN ONE GO

Regulus once took a peek at Vertin's lunch box and boy was Vertin was teased for it.

Vertin doesn't care though.

I mean, she gets to eat your carefully hand crafted food rather than drinking unhealthy soda 24/7.

There is rarely an occasion where you and her are left alone in the suitcase. But when it does, you two get to enjoy the peace and quiet together. You two would joke around if this is what it feels like to grow old together in the future.

Or some other times, Vertin would turn on the record player for you to listen together. Vertin would read a book or on her work desk, and you will be knitting or solving a puzzle. But all in the same room.

After all, your relationship has come to the point where you don't need words to understand each other.

This girl keeps EVERYTHING you gave her. Even before you guys are official. Not to mention, she has a box dedicated to items that were once gifted from you. And it's sometimes ridiculously absurd.

Remember that chocolate bar you once gave her? Well, the wrapper of said chocolate bar is still in her possession. She said its for memories when you told her to just throw it away.

But often times, it made you two reminisce of the past where you two were still fools in love that do awfully foolish things for each other (the intensity is tone down now that you have been together for years, but still)

[luciddreamingcrow]

hello! I really love your thoughts on vertin always stumbles upon reader on her travels. Always meeting reader who remained the same regardless of the many times of reincanation. Can you write headcanons about it? It really screams soul mate au :D

Thank you! And here are some strawberries for your lovely crows 🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓

"But I love you so"

Summary:in every timeline you and Vertin are always ment to be, here's a link to a longer summary

Warnings!: MAJOR SPOILERS!!!slight angst, fluff, not proof read we die like Schneider 🗣️

A/n: AAAAAAAAAAAAAA I ABSOLUTELY LOVE SOULMATE AUS SM, ik that they are kind of dated but we deserve more soulmate aus in this world so I'll make it a soulmate au fic just for y'all, and tysm^^ the crows will love it!

So! Imagine, while you and Vertin were students in the St. Pavlov Foundation, you two would always get in trouble by pushing the limit of the strict rules of the foundation and try to find out more and more about anything in general.

It has become a habit for the teachers to punish you two separately because as long as you and Vertin were together, everything was alright and wherever you were, wether it be in the halls, in your dorms or were sent to punishment, you guys would be having a good time.

I can see you with Vertin trying to find books in the library about the outside world, even if you weren't a big fan of reading complicated books, Vertin would be more than happy to read them at loud for you and explain you some terminologies that you don't understand.

One of her favourite memories is you two spending time in your dorms theorising about the world, what about the frog she brought in? What kind of life did it have back there?

Her second favourite is you two finding a few scraps of metal in the library, they were two circular ones that fit perfectly like rings, from then on you guys kept them as matching rings.

At last you were one of the first people that she told her plan to go and witness the outside world.

This moment marked such a significant part in your guys friendship, even if you didn't tell her your feelings you felt really honoured to go with her, getting to witness such beauty is a onece in a life time opportunity.

As Vertin gathered more children that longed for freedom just like you two, you of course helped with the plan for everyone to escape.

But you were so innocent, as much knowledge the both of you had, you were still just children, gullible and naive.

The moment you inhaled the air of the outside world you felt as the world around you was embracing you and welcoming your truth, you felt as if life has welcomed you back to life.

That wouldn't last long though, the moment you turned around you felt a sharp pain in your heart, you saw Vertins eyes widen.

She saw how life was draining out of your soul

She has witnessed the Storm

Before you could understand what was happening, the last thing you remember seeing is her, your heart sank along with her's, as if your heart was a anchor strongly attached by a thread to hers

You were gone before her eyes, that marked the end of a era, you were gone, now the world didn't exist for her, she never could feel the oxygen in her lungs the same way as you did.

The only thing that was left is your matching ring, thats it, the only evidence that you were alive in her life time. And from then on she'd wear it with her, never taking it off.

As years passed by she always had this sinking feeling that wouldn't let her be.

In one of her travels she gazed at her clock seeing how long before the storm arrived at that timeline, "in 25 minutes and 11 seconds the Storm is comming" she said as she gazed at Sonetto as she nodded.

"It's a pity, this life time is so peaceful, it feels uneasy even, but there's nothing we can do now, how about a walk? Let's saviour some of these parts at least in our memories" Sonetto murmured before they start walking along a park with a beautiful view of a lake

Before Vertin could comment at the beauty before her she saw someone

Her heart felt heavy again, it couldn't be...

She stayed like a statue gazing on the person that felt so familiar, even if their backs were turned every part of them reminded her of you, but she didn't want them to turn around, she couldn't bear to see their life fading in front of her, so she let go and went back with Sonetto to saviour this time line for as long as she could.

There were multiple times before she saw people exactly like you, they even sounded like you but she couldn't bear to get attached this much again.

But in another timeline, there you were, but the only difference was that you were a Arcanist, Vertin knew she had to collaborate with you in this time line but she still held back.

But how could she? You were here! It was you! Your memories weren't the same but yet you talked to her as if you knew her from birth.

This time Vertin finally could let go of her guilt and mourning, so as the Storm closed in instead of seeing you disappear again she took you with her.

[strwbmei]

I'm sending this anonymously but i am one of your mutuals (guess who >:3) and I wanted to request a Vertin X shy!S/O fluff cause i'm completely in love with her (hint: i like a certain pink haired girl and i love Italians)

pairing(s): vertin x gn!reader

a/n: Hello!! Truth be told, I could tell just from the ">:3" emoji alone haha, it's always such a joy to talk with you (:

I'll get to all of the thirsts in my inbox I swear, I've just been really in the mood to write fluff lately

Vertin with a Shy!Reader

: ̗̀➛ Vertin isn't really shy, just more of an introvert who has a hard time expressing what she feels. Because of her past experiences and the people she has lost, she never really saw the point in building a relationship with someone whether it be platonic or romantic.

: ̗̀➛ That said— one thing that the Timekeeper has always been is curious. Your naturally shy and closed-off character piqued her interest even more so than the others, and she wanted to know everything about you.

: ̗̀➛ It's in her nature to be inquisitive and prying about everything; you, in particular, are no exception. Although it's true that her that this has gotten her into trouble more than a few times, she can't really bring herself to care if you're involved.

: ̗̀➛ After a while, her curiosity wasn't only for you and everything about you, but also for herself. Poor girl is usually so rational and calculated, but once she's in your presence all of that is completely gone. She believed herself to be a person who's very self-aware, yet you have her questioning everything as she knows it.

: ̗̀➛ Why does the world, usually so dreadful and miserable, feel so much more colorful when you're around? Why can't she take her eyes off of you? Why is it that whenever there is danger, her first concern is if you're alright? What is this... thumping in her heart that just can't seem to stop whenever you so much as look at her?

: ̗̀➛ It's love. Vertin was well aware of that fact, and it scared her. Scared that you might not feel the same way. Scared that the two of you will go back to being strangers once you find out. Most of all, terrified that you'd be put into danger because of her actions.

: ̗̀➛ You may have been shy, but you're not oblivious. You're aware of how she treats you differently from the others and you can feel how she gazes at you with unbridled love from across the room. You also know that Vertin would never tell you how she truly feels because of her fears.

: ̗̀➛ Sure, confessing your love to her despite all of that might have been a selfish move, but do you regret it? Not at all. You're prepared for the worst— as long as you're facing it with her. The process of the confession, though? The two of you were bumbling idiots who couldn't properly articulate their feelings even though you both have thought of this exact scenario a million times before.

: ̗̀➛ Still, it was worth every second. Vertin might not show it, but she's completely over the moon. Suddenly, the world isn't such a negative place— suddenly, she has hope. It's just a spark, but it's enough to keep her going.

: ̗̀➛ She's very patient with you. She knows that all of this about relationships and feelings is entirely foreign to you, and while that may also be true for her, she makes sure to put in the effort to be extra understanding since she knows of how timid you are and all she wants is for you to be happy and safe.

: ̗̀➛ Of course, she also tries to improve her ability to communicate. You're the only one who she feels like she can be vulnerable with and finally let the walls she's built around herself down. It's the first time she's felt so... secure and loved in someone's presence, and she wants to make sure she's the best version of herself for you.

: ̗̀➛ Until she's done with that though, expect random shows of affection throughout the day. Mostly her just remembering she hasn't kissed you or shown you love in the past 30 minutes and spontaneously deciding she needs to give you a peck on the cheek.

: ̗̀➛ Her sudden touches surprises you sometimes, but it's cute! You're just happy to see Vertin getting more comfortable because both of you were very hesitant to even hold hands at the start of your relationship.

[friendsoup]

Omg hello! So I am obsessed with Vertin and CANNOT find anything on her. Could you write an angsty fic between her and the reader? Like something where she and the reader obviously want something to develop between eachother, but refuse to go through with it for whatever reason? If not that's completely alright, I still adore your works.

Brave The Storm

Recipe: Angst, Hurt no comfort, Romantic pining, GN!reader, Reader x Vertin, Projecting myself onto Vertin by making her neurodivergent, v short v sad

WC: 987

AC: Wrote this in the ideal fanfiction writing setting. Home alone, on the couch, with my dog beside me, a cup of warm coffee on the table. I hope this isn't too short for you anon! I had run writing Vertin!

“Timekeeper?” You call, timidly from the doorway. You’ve never ventured into the Timekeeper’s office before, though few have. To your understanding, it was Vertin’s secret place, where she stowed herself away after every storm. Usually, she’d emerge a day later, ready to lead your team forward. But now was different. She hadn’t left the office in days, and everyone was beginning to grow worried. Restless without any commands from her. “Come in.” You hear her voice call from the other side. Your breath catches in your throat. You know that you’re about to see another side to Vertin, one that she’s shown very few people. Hesitantly, you twist the doorknob, and let yourself in. “Apologies for the mess.” Vertin says, shuffling through a box of files. She looks distraught, her eyes heavy with bags and her lips scratched to high hell. Her hair is pulled back into a haphazardly done ponytail, which hangs low. Stray hairs cover her face, it’s clear that she hasn’t fixed it in a while. It occurs to you then that you’ve never seen Vertin with her hair down. You hadn’t considered the true length of her hair, but with it unfurled from it’s bun, you see that it’s quite long. “I wasn’t expecting a guest.” She continues, snapping you out of your thoughts. “No, no, you’re fine.” You shake your head lightly. You can excuse the mess. It’s the work of a genius after all. Far be it from you to criticize. “I brought you something to eat.” You walk up beside her, placing the small tray of toast and water down beside her. It wasn’t the healthiest meal, but Sonetto had mentioned something about it being safe food. You knew better than to doubt her knowledge on the Timekeeper. “Thank you.” Vertin responded, bringing her hand up to her lip again. Absent-mindedly, she scratches at it, picking away another layer of skin.

Without thinking, you move your hand to hers, gently pushing it away from her face. Vertin’s eyes widen and look to you, shocked by this development. You notice the slightest blush on her cheeks. “Sorry!” You apologize quickly, glancing away. “I just… You shouldn’t pick at your skin, Timekeeper. It’s not good for you.”

“Vertin.” She mutters. “Please, call me Vertin.” She looks up to you with pleading eyes. You swallow harshly. “Vertin.” You correct, though the word feels wrong in your mouth, ”You shouldn’t pick at your lip. You could damage your skin.” 

“I know.” Vertin sighs. “It’s a bad habit, I’ve been doing it since I was a child. It’s difficult to quit though. I feel like it’s simply been built into me.” Her eyes fall back to her hands, to the box she was looking through.

You kneel next to her, peering into the box. You see the headlines of newspapers pop out in between the manilla folders. You recognize the dates, as times in the distant future. Vertin places the newest neatly inside. “The creator of the Storm must have a twisted sense of humor.” She says, suddenly. “I can bring as many items as I want with me into my suitcase… Yet the people I try to save stay lost forever.” Her voice is soft, fragile. As if she could shatter at any moment. You spend a second in silence, attempting to find some hopeful words. “You’ve saved many people, Vertin.” You whisper back, scared that if you’re too loud, she’d break. “Regulus, Sotheby,” You take in a breath, holding it in your chest for a moment,”Me.” “You?” Vertin asks, her gaze returning to you. “I don’t think you needed saving. You’re a capable fighter, you’re brave, you have a brilliant mind, you’re…” Her voice trails off, the slight blush returning to her cheeks. Silence falls between you once again. Hesitantly, you reach over, placing your hand over hers. She flinches initially, then calms, her shoulders falling and her breathing slowing. You feel your heart race in your chest at the contact. Her hand is cold, begging to be warmed. 

“The reason I keep fighting,” You begin, feeling your throat close up at the honesty, “The reason I’m so brave, and I try to be so smart, is because I want to make you happy. The Storm, it took so much from me. I wouldn’t have the strength to go on if you weren’t in my life. You are my purpose, Vertin.” “[Y/N]...” Vertin chokes on the word, her eyes beginning to tear. “Vertin, I-” “Don’t say it.” She interrupts, holding a finger to your lips. “Please, don’t say it.” Tears are falling quick now, rapid succession down her face. “I can’t take it. I can’t stand it.”

“Why?” You plea, squeezing her hand slightly. “Just let me in, Vertin. Let me help you. We can brave the Storm together!” “No.” Vertin shakes her head rapidly, pulling away from your touch. “You can’t. I can’t. It’s too much. I’ve lost so much over such a short period of time. Everything I gain turns to sand. I can’t let it happen again. Not to such a great extent.” “I won’t leave you!” You beg. “You don’t know that!” Vertin shouts, her eyes bloodshot. 

“Vertin…” You whisper, your shoulders falling in defeat. It’s true. You don’t know what’ll happen next time the Storm hits, or when the next attack happens. Though you want to assure Vertin you’ll be by her side through it all, you know that it’ll be an empty promise. Yet empty promises are all you’re able to provide. “Please.” Vertin sobs, her hands trembling. “Leave me be.”

You open your mouth to protest, but then she looks at you, and it sends a dagger straight through your heart. Her trembling lip, her fragile expression. You fear making things worse.

You stand, and make your way to the door.

“Goodnight, Vertin.” You tell her, before you leave. “Take care of yourself.”