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Greed (Gekko x reader x Iso)
Yeah, I know.
But I love them so much. Plus, this one shot is heavily inspired by a dream I had and I wanted to write it down.
Thousand of apologies for the grammar or any eventual error.
Fade had faced many nightmarish situations: she got trapped in a nightmare when her powers first manifested, she had been tracked down by several people who wanted her dead and she was regularly put in deadly situations since she joined Valorant.
“I hate my heart.”
But there was definitely nothing worse than hearing your complaints about your love life.
It had now been thirty minutes that you were groaning and whining in her dorm room, lying down on her bed and your head hanging on the edge.
“Mom was right.” You sighed in a tone that sounded way too dramatic to Fade ears. “I’m selfish and greedy as hell.”
“Why am I even listening to your rambling ?” groaned the Turkish initiator.
“Because I made you coffee.”
Fade wondered where you got all that energy that you used just for complaining. Did your mouth ever run dry ? She should have seen it coming. Since you joined the protocol, you adopted her as your ‘cool older sister’.
Your words, not hers.
You followed her like a happy younger sibling. She wasn't complaining. You brewed the best coffee she had ever tasted and your presence wasn't overwhelming. You respected her space and often gave her those midnight snacks you prepared that she grew fond of.
She liked you a lot. You were like the younger sibling she never had. But goddamn she hated hearing you whining.
“Okay, so let me get this straight,” she threw a pillow at you when you giggled at the word ‘straight’. “You love Gekko.”
“Yes.”
“But you also love Iso.”
“Yes.”
“And there is no way you could decide between them.”
“No way.”
It wasn't that simple. You loved them differently but with the same amount of affection.
Gekko had a sunny personality. He always brought with him that calm and laid-back mood that tended to ease people around him. He was what you liked to call a light-bringer (‘Not like Lucifer’ you felt the need to precise to Fade to which she just raised an eyebrow and rolled her eyes.). The atmosphere of the room could be gloomy and thick with tension, Gekko would always dissipate any negativity. He was a genuine individual and that was a trait that you adored in him.
Iso on the other hand was like the moon (‘or a Teddy bear’ and this time Fade only let out an exasperated sigh.). He looked silently over his friends like a silent protector. Despite his more discreet personality, he never hesitated to offer praises when he could. There was a certain softness in him that always managed to melt your soul.
“They each own a part of my heart.”
Which was quite ironic if one remembered correctly how you met them.
The first time you met Gekko, you almost insulted him.
Cypher was giving you a tour of the base when Gekko appeared on the corner of the hallway and accidentally spilled his boba on your new top. The glare you had thrown at him was so intense that he freezed for a second before apologizing profusely. You had huffed and ignored him and continued your tour of the base. Your top was ruined. No matter how many times you tried to wash it, the stain stubbornly remained. One could not imagine how surprised you felt when, later, you saw a yellow animal-like creature in your room, putting a box with an apology letter on your bed. Inside the box, you had found the exact same top.
As for Iso, the first time you met him, you almost stabbed him. ‘Almost’ thanks to his reflexes.
It wasn’t your fault. Well, not entirely. You were in the shooting range, focusing on your aim when he entered. Tensed and feeling a sudden presence behind you, you pulled your knife out of its sheath and threw it at him. Of course, he easily dodged it with a tilt of his head and a raised eyebrow as your knife planted in the wall behind. You apologized profusely and he had just shrugged and started to train with a sheriff. The rest of the hour had been awkward, especially when you went to retrieve your knife from the wall.
Fade hummed softly. “Okay. But that doesn’t explain why you’re avoiding them.”
A dramatic whine escaped your throat at her words. She watched you roll on her bed, hiding your face in her pillow.
“Everything is fine today, though. Right ?” said Fade. “You didn't hold any grudges against Gekko and neither did Iso against you. You’re even friends with both of them, now.”
You looked up at her with sad puppy eyes.
“Friends,” you repeated with a deflated tone. “I was fine with being friends with them both since I could not date them. There was a good balance. But now…things got complicated.”
Fade was now curious. It seemed like you weren't only being dramatic. Right now, you almost sounded desperate.
“What do you mean 'complicated' ?”
“I mean that the balance is now broken,” you groaned in the pillow. “Do you get that ?”
She definitely didn't. To her ears, your speech was as incoherent as a dream. It was the thing with your rambling : you rarely started chronologically and just blurted the first event that was nagging your mind.
“How did that ‘balance’ break ?” Fade sighed while checking her nails.
“Gekko kissed me.”
She immediately looked back at you. This was getting interesting.
“He what ?”
“On the cheek ! On the cheek ! On the cheek ! On the cheek !” you sat up quickly to precise it. “He kissed me on the cheek.”
Fade blinked. Unbeknownst to you, she already had a slight idea of what was going on between Gekko and you. Neon had been telling her about the Hispanic initiator sometimes sighing on her shoulder for two days.
“And of course you ran away,” she sighed as you let out another whine. “How did that even happen ?”
Your fingers were now fiddling with the pillowcase.
“Well, we were cooking snacks in the kitchen while dancing on his Spotify playlist. He was making crepes, I was making cookies and we were having fun valsing in each other's arms when it happened,” you made a noise between a sad whimper and a sigh of frustration. “Ambar Lucid’s voice can lead to some intense situations, I think.”
“And then you ran away.”
“The best run of my life,” you sighed sadly.
You’ve even been paying Wingman and Dizzy with sweets so they would not snitch whenever they found you.
Fade massaged her temples as she slowly processed what you said. She already knew you could be quite avoidant sometimes. And she also knew you hated being that way.
“What about Iso ?” she asked. “Is your ‘balance’ broken with him too ?”
You grimaced. “Kinda…?”
Fade raised an eyebrow. “Kinda ?”
“Kinda.”
“He kissed you too ?”
You shook your head and rubbed the back of your neck. Fade noticed how flustered you were.
“You know that sometimes Iso helps me perfectionning my aim.”
“Mmhmm,” Fade nodded.
It wasn't uncommon to see you both exiting the shooting range together. It wasn’t a secret that you two were quite close.
“Well, he was very…uhm…cuddly during our last shooting session.”
“Cuddly ?” Fade raised an eyebrow.
“Like, back-hugging me while helping correct my aim…breathing in my neck and murmuring instructions in my ear.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
“The balance is definitely broken.”
You let your back fall back against the mattress in a dramatic gesture of helplessness.
“I know !”
“Then what do you plan to do ?” asked the initiator. “You’ll keep avoiding them both eternally ?”
“Well since you don’t want to put me in an artificial coma…” you trailed off, ignoring the deadpanned glare she shot at you.
Fade sometimes thought that your avoidance will bring you more problems than you reckoned. She remembered the regret in Deadlock’s eyes when she spoke about her sisters. Fade really didn’t want you to experience that.
“Talk to them.”
“To tell them what ?” you almost scoffed. “‘Hey ! I have a big fat crush on the both of you and was satisfied with our friendship but your recent actions unsettled the balance I had between your friendship and my feelings so I’m now avoiding you because I’m incapable of confronting my feelings and have a proper conversation about it with you two ?’” you said with a dramatically high-pitched voice.
Fade looked at you with so much exasperation in her eyes that you felt your body wincing in response.
“Well, yes.”
“Hazal, no !”
“Why not ?” she flicked your forehead with her finger and you winced once more. “Communicating your feelings wouldn't be harmful. Getting things off your chest with these two would help you. Don’t you think you’ll miss something if you don’t do anything ? The thing that you avoid you’re giving it power by avoiding it.”
You were about to answer with a snarky remark but the alarm of her phone cut you off. Fade looked at it, sipped the remnant of her coffee then stood up.
“I’m being called for a mission.”
You stood up too and stretched a little.
“Time for you to kick some asses and time for me to run.”
“You mean ‘to talk’ right ?”
You shook your head and walked towards the door.
“Nope !”
You were stubborn and Fade was well aware of that. It was sometimes your greatest quality but in your current situations, it was one of your biggest flaws.
“You—”
Too late, you were already gone. She could hear your quick steps echoing in the corridors. She sighed (again !) and just decided to prepare for her mission while hoping everything will be fine for you.
You kept running in the hallways, avoiding the range because Iso had the habit of training at this hour. You also avoided the corridors leading to the backyards where you knew Gekko had the habit of playing basketball with his buddies and Neon. Why weren't you walking ? Because walking made you easy to see, easy to catch. While running made you all blurry and hard to capture.
You had to survive, to run away. But running away from what ? Embarrassment ? Shame ? Your own feelings ? Whatever that was, your feet led you to the kitchen right in front of the fridge. If you had to survive, it would not be with an empty stomach. Luckily for you, there were still remnants of the cupcakes Clove made the day before. Very colorful, very sparkly, but delicious.
You were eating the cupcakes like a starved rodent when a voice suddenly called you from behind.
“Finally, we found you !”
You jumped a little, startled, then slowly turned around and met the astounded yet amused gaze of Jett and Neon. You silently stared at them for what felt like a few long and heavy seconds before you unhurriedly lifted another untouched cupcake to your mouth and slowly — very slowly chewed it.
Neon awkwardly cleared her throat then took a step forward.
“We…uhm…thought you were with Fade.”
You raised an eyebrow as you licked some icing off your fingers.
“Fade’s on a mission.”
“That explains why you’re here alone,” said Jett with a light chuckle while playfully nudging Neon’s elbow.
You hummed lowly. Were you hanging with Fade that much ? Not surprising. You literally adopted each other once you joined Valorant. You grew so close that come agents thought you actually knew each other way before you joined the protocol.
“You were looking for me,” you said, sizing the two girls. “What do you want from me ?”
The way they were staring at you reminded you of the twins in ‘Shining’. They weren't even blinking. They took a step closer, you took a step farther.
“Please speak,” you sighed. “You two are getting creepy.”
“We need your help,” said Jett.
You raised a skeptical eyebrow at her. Jett usually was too proud to admit these kinds of things.
“Why my help ?” you asked as you took another step farther.
They exchanged a quick glance before looking back at you.
“Gekko—”
“Iso—”
They interrupted each other as your brows furrowed.
“What’s up with them ?” you asked, feeling your body tensing.
They exchanged another glance when they realized they now had your attention. Jett took another step closer.
“They need help because they’re…uhm…”
“Hurt ! They’re hurt,” completed Neon.
You nodded and started speed walking to exit the kitchen.
“Okay. I’ll get Sage.”
Neon quickly stopped you.
“Sage’s on a mission.”
“Then I’ll get Skye.”
“She went back to Australia for her days off,” said Jett.
You stopped a distressed groan from escaping your mouth. Why didn't the protocol have more healers? You were just three. Were you that rare ? Plus, you thought that Sage and Skye were way better healers that you were. More effective and quicker.
“Shit…” you cursed under your breath. “Where are they ?”
“Iso’s dorm.”
You didn't think too much and just ran towards the dorm quarter. Like the worst case scenario machine that it was, your brain started imagining worrying things. Too buried in your dark thoughts, you barely realized that you knocked on Iso’s door. He looked at you with a raised eyebrow then crossed his arms.
“Can I help you with something ?”
Your eyebrows slightly furrowed when you didn’t see any visible injury on him.
“I…”
You cut yourself when you saw Gekko behind him. He looked at you with wide opened eyes, as if not expecting to see you —which was the case. You even saw Wingman, hiding in the corner of the room throwing you an apologetic look. You cleared your throat then looked back at Iso.
“Jett and Neon told me you both were hurt,” you said and you felt yourself internally cringing when Iso’s eyes squinted slightly. “Since neither Sage nor Skye is in the base at the moment, I’m here to heal you.”
“Heal us ?” repeated Gekko as he shared a glance with Iso.
The duelist let you inside the room and slid the door shut behind you.
And then it clicked. Neon and Gekko weren't playing basketball in the base backyard like usual, Jett wasn’t hanging with Yoru and Phoenix, and Iso wasn’t reading nor in the range. You were so worried that you didn't notice how orchestrated this situation felt. You didn't notice that Neon, Gekko’s best friend, did not seem worried at all.
“You’re not hurt, huh,” you clicked your tongue.
Gekko nervously rubbed the back of his neck with an awkward but sad smile.
“We kinda are, though.”
You looked at him with narrowed eyes. The poor initiator was incapable of looking at you in the eyes. Which was not the case of Iso who didn't stop staring at you.
“Are you now ?” you scoffed with sarcasm.
Gekko's eyebrows furrowed at your tone.
“You’ve been avoiding us for—”
“Sit, please ?” Iso interrupted the both of you, still looking at you.
“Why ?”
He tilted his chin in the direction of his bed.
“We have to talk,” he answered simply while taking the chair of his desk to sit on it backward.
“Do we ?” you crossed your arms.
“Please,” you heard Gekko say with a tired tone.
He was already sitting on the bed and was patting the space beside him. You rolled your eyes but reluctantly accepted to sit beside him. You kept eyeing the door and the two agents noticed it. The three of you stayed quiet for what felt like long minutes. You were looking down at your lap, unaware of the long glance the two men were sharing. Then finally, Iso spoke.
“Gekko and I are dating.”
Oh.
“Okay,” you said simply after a few seconds.
Your fists were slowly clenching.
“It’s been a few months now,” Gekko said while rubbing his neck.
You took a deep breath and nodded, still avoiding their eyes.
“Okay,” you said with a neutral tone. “And…?”
That was a plot twist you definitely did not see coming. Why did you feel so betrayed ? What were you expecting from these two ? You wanted to stay friends with them anyway. You felt your nails digging in your palms. Why did you feel so hurt ? Why did you feel so disappointed ?
“And we thought it was fair to tell you.”
You let out a breathy and mirthless laugh.
“Thanks, I guess,” you said, your eyes not leaving the door. “Why are you telling me this ?”
You wanted to walk away from this situation so bad. You needed to. This felt too heavy. You felt a lump in your throat and slowly started to have difficulties breathing but hid it the best you could. Gekko gently grabbed one of your hands and his thumbs gently caressed your palm where your nails were digging in your flesh.
“Because we both fell for you,” Iso said as his hand reached for your face.
His fingers gently brushed the corner of your lips where a few crumbs of cupcakes remained. He noticed your pupil dilating.
“We both spent time with you individually then fell for you,” he continued. “Despite the fact that we’re already dating.”
“So we talked and we wanted to ask you if you wanted to date us,” Gekko smiled nervously. “The both of us.”
You felt your breath hitching as his words slowly reached your brain. You blinked, looked at the duelist, then at the initiator, but you stayed quiet. Iso stood up from his chair to sit beside you and Gekko on the bed.
“Do you hate us ?” he suddenly asked you.
You silently shook your head.
“But you’ve been avoiding us for almost three days !” Gekko said. “We thought we did something wrong.”
Your brows furrowed as you looked where Wingman was hidden. Did he snitch ?
You turned your face back in Gekko’s direction to throw him a very pointed look. As if remembering the kiss from two days prior —which was certainly the case—, he avoided your eyes, a light blush on his cheeks.
“O-Oh.”
“Yeah ‘oh’,” you deadpanned.
“Sorry.”
Iso watched your interaction with calm but curious eyes. He observed your fist clenching and unclenching, how your body was turned towards the door of the room, how your feet fidgeted. His lover and his crush reunited in his room. It was weirdly not unwelcome.
“I suppose your answer is ‘no’”, he said with a neutral tone.
He would feel disappointed and a bit sad if your silence and your breathing wasn’t betraying your own feelings. He and Gekko exchanged a glance, the flame of hope burning in their heart. Gekko gently squeezed your hand in his and sat closer to you.
“Tell us how you feel.”
“What are you ? My therapists ?” you scoffed, not daring to look into their eyes.
“Please.”
And in just an instant, your shell broke. Your shoulders shook slightly, your hand was squeezing Gekko's with strength, and your eyes were on your lap. Exchanging another glance with the duelist, the initiator brought your wrist to his lips to kiss it. Iso, on the other hand, wrapped his arm around your shoulders to hold you against his chest, his lips pressing against your temple. Wingman even came out of his hidden spot to hug your leg. You did not need words. They were already understanding. Yet, you could not help yourself but ask in a shy murmur :
“Am I too greedy if I want you both for myself ?”
You felt Iso chuckling against you.
“Is it a bad thing if we consent ?”
You hummed. He did have a point. Gekko suddenly leaned against you, his arms wrapping around your waist and a hopeful smile on his face. You literally were sandwiched between the two agents.
“So…is it a yes ?”
Flustered by the sudden proximity of your two faces, you cleared your throat and looked away in the direction of Wingman who visibly encouraged you with silly gestures.
“I…guess it is,” you said. “If you still want me.”
“Can I kiss you ?”
You felt very dizzy by his sudden question, your heart beating at a way too fast speed. You felt Iso holding you more firmly against his chest. When you looked up at him, he was smirking down at you.
“Isn’t it my turn ?” his face got closer. “You two already kissed, no ?”
So he knew.
“It was on the cheek !” Gekko retorted. “And do you think I didn't see that kiss on the temple ?”
“What about the one on the wrist you just did ?”
You exchanged a glance with Wingman. He shrugged and you sighed.
“Guys !” you interrupted their playful banter. “Please.”
They both stopped then looked at you.
“Alright,” said Gekko while nuzzling his face against your collarbones. “How about some quality time to begin with ?”
“We have all our time,” said Iso while rocking you from side to side.
Believe it or not, I started writing this in july. Then my brain decided to throw a tantrum again.
Like I said (wrote) before, this one shot is heavily inspired of a dream.
Anecdote : I had this dream where I was an agent of the protocol and was avoiding Iso and Gekko because I felt too awkward to confess to them. I had healing abilities in this dream, and I healed them both after a mission (a pretty hardcore one) before running away in the corridors of the protocol (the exact same corridors we saw in the Neon cinematic). Fade even hid me in her room and let me play with her cat in this dream. Wingman ended up snitching on me, Iso found me and carried me on his shoulder while I was scolding Wingman. Iso then entered in his room (with me still on his shoulder) where Gekko was waiting for us, pouting. I was sat down on the bed and the two agents sat beside me and kissed my cheeks, asking me to not run away from them ever again.
And then...I had to wake up because my sister called me... ಥ‿ಥ
It's fine though, I had a lot of dreams where these two were involved... And when I say (write) a lot of dreams, I mean A LOT.
I even had a dream where Brimstone begged me to date Yoru and Deadlock and I was like 'sure why not'.
Thanks again for taking the time to read this until the end. I wish you a nice day/night.
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"Percy, no."
You held your journal against your chest and turned your back on him. There were your ideas between the pages, your sketches, analysis of prototypes you did in the past and so much researches. Of course, such thing would get him curious, interested. A pure treasure for any tinkering or engineering passionate. A single glimpse of your notes and drafts had been enough for Percival to feel like a child in front of a new toy, and knowing that you made these made him weak in the knees. But you were adamant on keeping this journal for yourself.
"I am just saying that as an expert in mechanical—"
"No," you cut him off.
You took a step back, as if to put some distance between your journal and his burning green eyes. You were almost moved by the passion blazing in his gaze.
"I can let you analyse my pepperbox if you want," he tried to negotiate. "And in exchange, I can—"
"I already analysed it," you cut him off again as you started to walk away.
Percival followed behind you like an eager puppy, his jaw slightly agape.
"You did ?" he quickly cleared his throat. "So what did you think about it ?"
You raised an eyebrow without looking at him, sighing slightly as you heard his step behind yours.
"Bland," you answered. "I would have add more options."
He stayed silent for a bit and you could literally hear the gears in his mind working. You held your journal tighter against your chest, knowing that his eyes were still on it.
"You put a lock on it," he said after a few minutes of silence. "Are these...magic runes and alchemistic arcanes ?"
"...nice observation," you muttered, your tone neutral.
You knew he was observant and kind of a genius, but you did not expect him to catch up so fast with your talents.
Percival suddenly hurried to walk past you and stood in your way, stopping you in your track. For a second, you saw an excited child instead of the young man you knew, his eyes twinkling with curiosity and excitement. You could even hear him mentally squealing. Then, a blink of your eyes later, you were faced with the gunslinger you knew.
"You managed to mix mechanical engineering with alchemy and goddamn magic !?" he almost shouted, his eyes wide opened in surprise. "How did you manage to do that ?"
"By trying ?" you answered in a 'duh!' tone. "I know it's considered unethical by some people. I don't need your judgement, Percival."
"I don't think you're unethical."
It was your eyes' turn to widen in shock, his words echoing in your mind, silencing the murmurs you heard all your life and blinding the glares you constantly felt on your back.
"You're daring and adventurous, and it manifest through your ideas, your inventions. This is the proof of it," he pointed at your journal. "It thanks to people like you that we evolve and walk towards a future instead of a regressing present."
You stared at him so intensely, with so much emotions that he felt himself almost falling. You took a step forward and grabbed his wrist. Your grip was strong, matching the blaze in your eyes.
"Do you mean that ?" you murmured and by your tone alone, he knew how his answer mattered.
"I do."
You took a big shaky breath and nodded, a relieved and mirthful smile illuminating your gaze as a cruel weight disappeared from your being. Percival felt his cheeks reddening even more at the sight and cleared his throat.
"I...have sketches of a new prototype I plan to make," he stuttered, rubbing his neck. "And I would like your expertise to guide me. Would you please help me ?"
Your grip on his wrist softened as you nodded.
"It would be my pleasure," you said. "Thank you a lot, Percy."
"So, how do I look ?"
You looked up from your phone to watch Jett striking a pose right before your very eyes. She was dressed of a white crop top, a blue jacket, a black ripped jean pants and deep blue boots. You looked at her from head to toes, nodded, then looked back to your phone.
"Malicious," you answered simply, shrugging.
She huffed and crossed her arms, rolling your eyes at your word.
"What do you mean 'malicious' ?"
"You're wearing Doc Martens," you said calmly. "Doc Martens are for stomping. Who are you going to stomp ?"
"You if you keep with your sass," she grumbled.
You just chuckled and stood up.
"Alright, whoosh girl," you grinned at the glare she shot you with. "Let's get going. And don't forget : a day without a bet."
She nodded as she followed you of the room, her step light despite your teasing. The perspective of going on a date with you excited her in a way that made her feel like a high school girl again, even though she had to put her gambling habit to the side.
"Okay," she said with a grin. "But what do I win if I manage to spend the whole day without— ouch ! What was that for ?"
You just flicked her forehead with your finger, a deadpanned pout on your face.
" 'What do I win' ?" you repeated with a light sigh. "See ? You're still on your gambling mindset."
Her eyes widened slightly as your words slowly sinked in her mind.
"Oh."
"Yeah 'oh'," you nodded. "Remind me to punch Yoru in the face. It's mostly his fault if you have this gambling habit."
Jett snorted. The simple idea of you punching Yoru seemed to brighten her in an almost sadistic way.
"Oh I definitely will !"
You turned your face towards her, your gaze sending shivers down her spine.
"But to answer your question," you cupped her cheeks, your thumb playing with her lower lip. "If you manage to spend the whole day without betting on anything, I'll take you to these hot springs you talked to me about and book a room just for us."
You were visibly enjoying the blush on her cheeks. A bit too much for her tastes. She saw your pupils dilating at the sight of her slightly opened lips and the light daze in her eyes at your action. She was also certain you were fully aware of how her heart was pounding because of you.
"You're suppose to help me with my gambling habit," she huffed. "Not encouraging it."
You released her face and hummed.
"Shit, you're right," you agreed, resuming your walk. "Forget about it, then."
"What !?" she squeaked. "No !"
Even when she thought you couldn't surprise her anymore, you always managed to catch her off-guard. Deadlock stared down at the tray of food you were carrying before her eyes raised to yours. The delicious smell of food was dancing in the corridor of the dorm quarter and an odd and comforting sentiment of nostalgia gently squeezed her heart.
"What is this ?" she asked with a gruff tone.
The fake pout suddenly appearing on your face almost managed to move her.
"I made you a fenalår and a lefse," you said. "And I brought you some cider."
Deadlock looked at you as if you just came from Mars. She stayed quiet for a few seconds before letting you inside her room.
"You cooked that by yourself ?"
"No," you giggled lightly. "I've got some help from the old viking."
"From who ?" her brows furrowed.
"Breach," you put down the tray on her desk. "Despite being Swedish, he surprisingly knows a lot of Norwegian dishes."
She rolled her eyes and sat down on her desk, trying to ignore the weight of your stare. She still wasn't used to you watching over her. It was oddly comforting, almost too sweet to be real. She did not have to tell you when she felt unwell. You always knew and always have ways to comfort her.
"You know," she heard you say after she took a bite of lefse. "If you still have nightmare, you could sleep in my bed tonight."
She almost choked on her food at your words. Your tone was so casual, as if you just talked about the weather. She turned in your direction to see you standing up from her bed, stretching lightly and walking towards the door of the room.
"What ?" Deadlock coughed.
"Your biometric is already saved on my door," you shrugged as you left the room. "Have a nice meal, Iselin."
No, Deadlock was still not used to this warmth, your warmth. Even though she wasn't complaining, she found herself shyly basking into your warm comfort and tender actions.
Hi!! I just wanted to say your work is amazing and I really enjoy reading it! Also as an English teacher, your writing is very good and you don't need to apologize for poor language!!! Keep doing you 💗
Thank you ^^
Even though I doubt I'll ever stop apologizing (I think it's because it's written in my DNA, my brain coding or something), I'm glad my work could be enjoyable.
I'll keep doing me (and my brain) <(￣︶￣)>
Yok ebisinin nikahı.
Fade's eyes stared at the silhouette above her as the obscurity of her room turned more suffocating and oppressive. Of course she had to have a sleep paralysis. She closed her eyes, waiting for the horrible and choking sensation but it never came. The silhouette stayed above her, standing at the feet of the bed. Then, Fade noticed she could move, she was in fact fully awake.
Taking a deep breath, Fade sat up and turned up the light to find you, staring down at her with hazy eyes.
"Shit..." she cursed.
You were sleepwalking. She wondered how you managed to get in her room without making any noise and put her thoughts aside to gently pull you in bed beside her. She was careful with her movement, handling your sleepwalking self with a loving tenderness.
"Don't scare me like that again, aşkim," she murmured in your ear.
You just sleepily groaned some unintelligible words and nuzzled in her embrace. Fade felt your breath in her neck, your fingers clenching on her pyjama and the warmth of your body against hers.
"...Hazal...", she heard you whispering.
Fade felt her heart fluttering and her cheeks reddening.
"Sleep well," she murmured. "I'm here."
And she knew you were there as well.
*Yok ebisinin nikahı : rude expression used as an interjection to express surprise.
Vax'ildan found you hot when you were irritated. Your narrowed eyes and dilated pupils, your jaw clenching, your fists tightening and the light scowl on your lips. But he hated when you decided to ignore him. Did he go to far in his teasing ? Maybe. But you were too irritated to listen to his apologies.
"Please, love," he begged but you turned your back on him. He found you adorable. Yet, he could not admire you. "I'm so—"
He was cut off in the middle of his sentence by you stabbing the mattress of the bed right between his legs.
"Any more words and I make you a eunuch," you murmured with a poisonous tone. "Am I clear ?"
He loudly gulped but nodded, you were cristal clear. No words.
But what about actions ?
Slowly, his hand reached for yours and brought it to his lips. He left a small kiss on your knuckles as your glare sent shivers down his spine. You were about to stand up when he suddenly pulled you on his lap. You huffed, he smirked and cradled you in his arms, burying his face in the crook of your neck and rocked you from side to side.
"What the heck do you think you're doing ?" you sighed.
Vax'ildan chuckled lightly then mimed his mouth being sewn.
No more word.
You rolled your eyes, tried to escape from his arms but his embrace tightened softly as he pressed long but soft kisses in your neck. His large hands caressed your sides as he lied the both of you on the bed —without forgetting to throw your dagger away. He then looked at you with sad puppy eyes, his lower lip trembling in hope to soften you.
Am I forgiven ?
"I'm going to punch you," you sighed.
The very first time Clove faced death, you both were children. They did not understand what was happening. One instant they were falling from the tree they were playing in, the next, they were in that strange and desert place. They felt lost and scared but then, you appeared and comforted them.
"It's your first time here right ?" you had ask. "It's the first time I see someone else here."
You showed them the way out and they woke up in a hospital bed. When they told their parents what had happened, they were faced with wide opened eyes.
"My child, you must have faced an angel."
The second time they faced death, they were a bit older and had been the victim of a hit-and-run. They appeared in that strange place again and you were sat on the edge of a ravine, your legs dangling in the void. They joined you and when you noticed their presence, you smiled widely at them.
"I thought I'd never see you again," you had said. "It gets easily lonely, here."
"Are you an angel ?" they asked.
Your eyes had widened at their words before a bursting laugh escaped your throat. You didn't give them an answer, though. You just offered them to walk through the path of awakening together. Clove had often wondered who you were. But they were glad they met you. Discovering their immortality had been less overwhelming thanks to you.
The third time Clove faced death, you were not there. But they had not felt lonely for long when they discovered a comical version of yourself drawn by you on a wall and several arrows showing them the way out.
Facing death was now a thrilling habit for Clove, and meeting you on the liminal space between life and death had become a normal stroll for them. You literally saw each other growing up. They often wondered what was happening in your life for you to often be there, but never dared to ask.
And then, after they joined Valorant, you stopped taking the path of awakening with them. You entertained them until they woke up, but never woke yourself up. You could, but you did not want to. So one day, they purposefully joined you in the liminal space and were welcomed by your smile.
"Why ?" they just asked.
Your smile immediately dropped as well as your shoulders as you just sat down.
"Let's just say I put my immortality on hold," you shrugged as you carelessly shot in a pebble.
"Why ?" they repeated.
"Breathing is not leaving."
They sat down beside you and grabbed your hand, a new determination burning in their eyes.
"Tell me where I can find you," they said. "So I can give you a reason for your immortality."
Your eyes widened at their words and you looked at them as if a second head grew on their shoulder.
"What ?"
"Join me. Join Valorant," they insisted.
Their determination burned your resolve. You flinched and told them where you were before they encouraged you on the path of awakening.
"I promise I'll come get you," were the last words you heard before waking up.
You quickly forgot those words but never these burning blue eyes. But you quickly remembered when a few days later, you recognized them, waving at you as a aircraft descended from the sky. It was the first time you two met outside of the liminal space. They quickly jumped off the aircraft to jump in your arms as their teammates slowly followed behind. You held them tightly, as if to make sure they were real and they did the same.
"I told you I'd get you," they murmured in your ears. "Come with me, with us."
They cupped your face and looked at you closely.
"Clove," someone called — a girl with striking blue hair —. "Who is it ?"
Their eyes did not leave yours as they answered.
"My angel."
Question : can this be considered angsty ?
Skye looked at you with an amused exasperation.
"Please don't tell Brimstone," you said while caressing the little chick in your hands.
She should have seen it coming. She should be used to your antics, yet, you always managed to catch her off-guard.
"His name is Nugget," you smiled.
She couldn't stop the soft laugh from escaping her mouth. She then looked back at the little bird staring at her, then your soft grin and she momentarily wondered if she fell under your charm like the chick did. It wasn't the first time you adopted a random animal. Skye sometimes wondered if you were a Disney princess.
"Wasn't the cat from last time enough ?" she asked as she pet the little bird with her index finger. "Brimstone would not let your little friend stay."
You looked away and lightly bit your lip. You hadn't had the heart to tell her that you left the cat under Fade and Omen's care. Who would inspect the wraith dorm room ? It was the perfect hide out.
"Where did you find him anyway ?"
"You ask too much questions," you pouted then took a step closer. "Could you please help me build a little house for Nugget ? We could put it in your garden and Brim wouldn't find out."
"What about Cypher ?"
The small chuckle that escaped your lips managed to make her blush lightly.
"He already knows," you pointed at the camera around the corner and friendly waved at it.
The camera nodded, as if returning your enthusiasm. Skye laughed again, quickly joined by you.
"Alright," she accepted. "I will build your little friend a house and help you feed him in exchange of your company."
The smile you blinded her with was so warm she felt her heart blooming.
"Deal !" you exclaimed. "I'll get his seeds in my room and I'll join you in the garden. Thank you so much, Skye !"
She watched you go back in your dorm room, leaving her breathless. She was looking forward to bask in your sunny company.
Larry didn't need to be high to be quiet. He could just listen to his music. He could be painting. Or he could just stare into the void while a maelstrom of thoughts invaded his mind. He liked to isolate himself in the treehouse for these kind of moments. But you liked to bother him.
“Hey Larry-bear !”
He heard you voice coming from the feet of the tree. But he didn't move. He knew you would soon join him. He heard you yapping down the tree and a chuckle escaped his lips when he heard you grunting as you climbed the tree.
“Damn you need to change those planks !” he heard you grumbling. “I swear those are older than Mrs. Rosenberg !”
He finally saw your head emerge from the tree house entrance as you dramatically gasped for air. You beamed when you saw him, sat in a corner.
“Yo !” you raised your hand and Larry raised an eyebrow when he saw the plastic bag in your grip. “I've got snacks ! Want some ?”
You did not wait for his answer. You immediately joined him against the wall of the tree house.
“Paninis are still hot, Larry-bear,” you handed him one of the said 'paninis'. “Careful with your tongue.”
You handed him a can of soda (his favorite) then proceed to bite in your snack. Larry silently watched you do before biting in his panini.
“Fu—”
“Told ya, silly bear !” you snorted as you quickly opened his can and he immediately chugged it down.
You leaned your head on his shoulder as you kept eating. You shared his silence but chased away his thoughts like the sun scoffing at the thunderclouds. You grabbed his hand and intertwined your fingers. A soft sigh escaped your lips as your thumb caressed the back of his hand.
“Next time you let yourself beaten by your own thoughts without me knowing, I'll choke you with your own hair, Rapunzel,” you murmured.
He snorted at your words but nodded.
“Noted.”
As long as you were there, his thoughts didn't stand a chance.
You hated roses. Their squeamish appearance, their ridiculously smooth petals or people's weird fascination for this flower in particular. You hated roses.
But you loved Vyse.
"Don't you dare scaring me like that ever again," she murmured against your ear.
You loved her fierceness, her personality, her voice, her sole being. You adored the embrace she pulled you in even though you hated the light but unusual quake in her voice. You returned her hug, releasing a small shaky breath as you relished in the warmth of her body instead of the cold of the infirmary.
"I didn't do it on purpose though," you chuckled lightly.
Vyse was clearly not amused. She pulled back slightly and sternly grabbed your shoulders. She let out a long sigh.
"I am glad that you have enough energy for laughing, but I am serious."
You nodded and pulled her in another embrace. You hated roses, but you love Vyse. And you were ready to be her rose while she'll be your bramble bush wrapping you in a comforting protection of thorns.
"I can't promise anything," you murmured. "But please, stay with me."
"I obviously will."
"I am surprised and not so surprised at the same time," you sighed while massaging your temples.
Before your very eyes : Scanlan. Well, Scanlan but with his body gender swapped. He smiled smugly at you and tossed your grimoire at you, winking victoriously.
"Told you I'd manage," he laughed. "And damn, I'm hot !"
He pressed a quick kiss on your cheek before checking himself in the mirror, posing in some ridiculous positions while you shook your head behind him, astounded. Earlier, you challenged Scanlan into successing a random spell in your spellbook without an instrument. You didn't think he would actually success the spell.
"Look at that !" he blew a kiss at his reflection. "What a hottie !"
"How on earth did you manage that spell ?"
He winked at you again and put his hand on his hips.
"It's actually not the first time I use this kind of spell."
"Yeah, but it is the first time you're using my type of magic."
"Let's say I'm a prodigy, then !"
He then put his hands on his chest to feel his new attributes while looking at his rear. You only watched him with a raised eyebrow then opened your grimoire at the page where the spell was. Your eyes squinted slightly as you let out a small hum.
"Did you read the page well ?" you asked.
"Of course, duh !" he rolled his eyes was pointing himself. "The proof is right in front of you. Admit it, your magic is not that—"
He suddenly interrupted himself and held his abdomen, grimacing in pain.
"What's happening ?" he grunted.
"It's your karma for being an ass," you rolled your eyes then point a specific line in the grimoire with your index. "Congratulations on your first period, doofus. Seems like yours are the painful ones."
He let himself fall down on the floor with a wheeze of distress, curled up in himself.
"Please," he whined. "Give me my balls back."
Thank you @dejiyani for the compliment ^^
Seeing some of your comments under some of my stories warms my heart and I'm glad you like my one-shots. May you have a good day/night 💙
Physical touch and words of affirmation was Gekko's main love languages. Hell, he was very fluent in those languages. That was something you immediately noticed when you first met him, and then later when you two started dating. He was clingy, very cuddly, and loved to cheer you up, no matter what you did. But one thing he absolutely adored, was helping you stretching your body during your workout.
"Don't you think you're taking advantage of the situation, puppy ?" you raised an eyebrow as you exhaled slowly.
He blushed slightly at the endearing pet name but grinned widely against the back of your neck.
"I'm just helping you, cariño," he replied with a mocked innocence.
He was kneeling behind you, his chest flushed against your back as he helped you pushing your torso further as you were sat in a forward fold.
"You're doing so well," he murmured against your skin and you were certain he could feel your goosebumps. "Your flexibility never stops to amaze me."
You gasped sharply when you felt him press a long but soft kiss against your neck.
"Dude !"
He leaned back, snickering mischievously as you straightened your back up. You rolled your eyes but couldn't help but feel flustered. It seemed like Gekko turned into a total flirt especially when you were stretching. You took a deep breath, laid back down on the yoga mat then raised one leg up while the other stayed flat against the floor. Gekko's pupils dilated as he looked down at you. He then helped you by pinning your resting leg against the floor with his knee and pushing the raised one further.
"Don't forget to breathe," he said gently.
Your eyes met his and you felt your pulse quickening when you saw the raw emotions in those hazel eyes that you loved so much. Only his eyes had the ability to make you feel so flustered. Only his eyes had the ability to make you feel so desired.
"You're enjoying this way more than I do," you groaned.
"You have no idea," he smiled.
Your breath hitched when he did the bold action of pressing long kisses along your ankle and your calf, his eyes closed as his face morphed into a sinful expression. He then hugged your leg against his torso and leaned it further towards your chest.
"Mateo," you scold him sternly.
Of course, he didn't take you seriously. How could he when you were hiding your face behind your hands and turning your face away ? You could barely look into his impish eyes. You didn't even see the wicked blush spreading on his cheeks.
"You're doing so good," he murmured smoothly as he sensually caressed your leg. "Thirty seconds left."
"You bastard," you grumbled, completely flustered.
"I thought I was your puppy," he chuckled.
Damn.
Iso was an attractive guy. Decent and respectful, skilled and humble, gentle and eye-candy. Everything in him screamed 'handsome'. You noticed that when you first met him, and since you two started to date, you were bathing in the warmth of his casual tenderness. He was a master of quality time. And it was by spending a lot of tender moments with him that you discovered one of his many hidden talents : making you flustered.
He did it so naturally, so effortlessly, that he wasn't even conscious of it.
The soft grunts and huffs he let out as your hands skillfully massaged his wide back —was it you or did he really get buffer ?— made you feel like the most wicked being on this universe. You almost drooled when you reminded yourself that you were straddling his hips. The weight of his hoodie on your shoulders and the sent of his cologne teasing your nose slowly made you feel like jelly. Was it how victorian men felt when they had a glimpse of a woman's ankle ?
"Are you good back there ?" he hummed, his voice muffled by the pillows.
Damn.
His voice.
"Shut up," your breath was shaky. "You're not helping."
You kept massaging his back, less and less focused when you suddenly heard him chuckling. You noticed him staring at you with an amused glint in his eyes.
"What ?" you asked.
"Nothing."
In the blink of an eye, you were suddenly pinned down, his fingers teasingly pinching your cheek.
"可爱的," he murmured in awe.
He looked at you with these pretty eyes that you loved so much, powerful but undescribable emotions screaming in his gaze. You felt your heart beating so fast that you were surprised he wasn't teasing you about it.
"Damn," you murmured.
He pressed a soft and reverential kiss on your cheek and resumed on admiring you. You sometimes wondered how on Earth you got lucky enough to date such an amazing person.
Unbeknownst to you, so did Iso.
"Your turn, now," he said with his usual calm tone. "You're tense."
可爱的 — Kě'ài de = adorable.
Physical touch and words of affirmation were Gekko's main love languages. Hell, he was very fluent in those languages. That was something you immediately noticed when you first met him, and then later when you two started dating. He was clingy, very cuddly, and loved to cheer you up, no matter what you did. But one thing he absolutely adored, was helping you stretching your body during your workout.
"Don't you think you're taking advantage of the situation, puppy ?" you raised an eyebrow as you exhaled slowly.
He blushed slightly at the endearing pet name but grinned widely against the back of your neck.
"I'm just helping you, cariño," he replied with a mocked innocence.
He was kneeling behind you, his chest flushed against your back as he helped you pushing your torso further as you were sat in a forward fold.
"You're doing so well," he murmured against your skin and you were certain he could feel your goosebumps. "Your flexibility never stops to amaze me."
You gasped sharply when you felt him press a long but soft kiss against your neck.
"Dude !"
He leaned back, snickering mischievously as you straightened your back up. You rolled your eyes but couldn't help but feel flustered. It seemed like Gekko turned into a total flirt especially when you were stretching. You took a deep breath, laid back down on the yoga mat then raised one leg up while the other stayed flat against the floor. Gekko's pupils dilated as he looked down at you. He then helped you by pinning your resting leg against the floor with his knee and pushing the raised one further.
"Don't forget to breathe," he said gently.
Your eyes met his and you felt your pulse quickening when you saw the raw emotions in those hazel eyes that you loved so much. Only his eyes had the ability to make you feel so flustered. Only his eyes had the ability to make you feel so desired.
"You're enjoying this way more than I do," you groaned.
"You have no idea," he smiled.
Your breath hitched when he did the bold action of pressing long kisses along your ankle and your calf, his eyes closed as his face morphed into a sinful expression. He then hugged your leg against his torso and leaned it further towards your chest.
"Mateo," you scolded him sternly.
Of course, he didn't take you seriously. How could he when you were hiding your face behind your hands and turning your face away ? You could barely look into his impish eyes. You didn't even see the wicked blush spreading on his cheeks.
"You're doing so good," he murmured smoothly as he sensually caressed your leg. "Thirty seconds left."
"You bastard," you grumbled, completely flustered.
"I thought I was your puppy," he chuckled.
Reyna knew she could be intense. She knew she could be scary. She was aware of her talent for making people uncomfortable. But for the first time of her life, she almost felt intimidated. Almost.
You were only supposed to collect intel in a Kingdom facility. The infiltration phase started well, taking the intel was easy, but of course, a random scientist had to pass by and activate the alarm.
Taking the upcoming soldiers down was easy. Torturing the one who shot Reyna was satisfying. It was terrifying how creative you could be with a gun. She knew you could be intense sometimes, but she did not know you could be that violent. Violent to the point that she had to ask you to...
"Please calm down."
She couldn't believe that these words came out of her mouth. And apparently neither did you. You stopped your actions, then looked at her, your pupils dilated and your breathing harsh. She noticed how the veins in your neck stood out.
"He hurt my queen," you said with an offended tone.
Reyna found you adorable and would affectionaly pinch your cheeks if you had more time. She just grabbed your hand and drag you through the corridors of the facility. She then looked back at you when she felt your hand lightly squeezing hers.
"You're bleeding," you said.
"Just a scratch."
You shook your head and tore the sleeve of your top to make a makeshift bandage for her injury. She raised an eyebrow but let you do, knowing how you would stubbornly insist that she needed it. Once you were done, she grabbed your hand again and led you outside where the VLR/T was waiting for you.
"Let's go home, mi caballero," Reyna murmured.
Mi caballero = My knight
"There are times when I wonder if you're a masochist," Pike sighed as she used her healing ability on you.
You just giggled casually, staring at her with so much intensity that she felt herself blushing. The blood dripping from your injury on your abdomen didn't seem to phase you, which astounded Pike. You end up hurt pretty often, and you were always reaching for Pike.
"Aren't you suffering ?"
"You're presence is my painkiller," your grin widened as the red on her cheeks deepened.
She cleared her throat as she kept healing you, doing her best to ignore your stare. You kept your smile and brush a stray lock of her hair behind her ear.
"Have I ever told you how beautiful you are ?" you murmured. "I could admire you for centuries without getting tired of it."
She abruptly stood up and turned her back to you, hiding her flustered face.
"Your injury is healed !" she almost shout nervously. "Try to not get hurt too much !"
You chuckled, noticing the red of her ears.
"Alrighty, blondie !"
You did not promise, though. The only reason you let yourself being hurt was because you knew Pike would be there for you. The pain was just temporary anyway. When her golden light was near, nothing else mattered. Plus, you loved seeing her all flustered.
In a way, you maybe were indeed a masochist.
