No, Because I'm Literally Obsessed

No, because I'm literally ✨Obsessed✨

Heaven Sent pt.2

(FemReader x Cyno)

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Part 1 is here.

Pt. 2/?

Des: A continuation of Femreader and Cyno from the brothel au. [1.5k words]

warnings: brief mentions of drug use and implied exploited s+x work.

It's kinda wholesome, trust.

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@scara7102 since u asked, u might shall receive!

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You weren't expecting much when the gray-haired stranger hadn't stopped at the brothel for days. 

It's better this way...you think, but in the back of your mind, a small flicker of hope still burns. No, more like– yearned for a glimpse away from this life. Even in the pathetic form of taking up company with an awkward stranger...it was at least far better than the experience received by other patrons. 

You escape the main hall of the brothel to restock in the pantry. When you entered, in the corner of your eye, you spot a little boy and panic,

“Arman–I told you to hide!” you scolded the young boy. He was barely 5 years old, but he was quite bright for his age. You scan the area clear of anyone and look down to the child, 

“I’m sorry Y/n..” Regret already filling you as you heard his next words, “I was hungry.” His little hands held onto your clothes, and tugged at your heart.

You knelt down to hug him, speaking softly as to not draw attention, “ah, no..It’s okay. I’ll feed you more but you shouldn’t come out while Madam is out there…"

"....if she catches you..then–”

“She’ll take me away…like mom?” you nodded, “Yes, that’s her…” you force a gentle smile to comfort him. 

“Go hide now, okay? I’ll come for you soon,” You brush his hair away from his face and place a chaste kiss on his head. Your worry slowly dissipates as you watch him hide into the only empty cabinet no one bothers to check, then exhale in temporary relief. 

Truthfully, he’s not your son. You promised to look after him if anything happened to her, and it did. Your fellow sister of the brothel was bought and against her will, sent away from her son. Archons know if she’s alive…her letters stopped weeks ago. Either she’s unable to sneak any letters to you at the current moment or…the worse has come to her.

You did one last check to see if you had everything you needed from there before returning to the main hall. Once you were confident that he hid well, you left to return to the very spot you hate.

Thick air and music that buzzes in your ears weren’t enough to distract from the gross feeling of all those perverted gazes on you. Thankfully, none of them could touch you. The madam wouldn’t let them if they had no pretty penny to pay. So, you allowed yourself to drift to the rhythm, hoping that the numbing effect of the ambiance would soon kick in and let your mind leave this place, drift off to an endless myriad…

Another ring goes by the entrance, and you pay no mind to it.

 But then a familiar voice is heard, 

"I'd like her." You quickly twist around to see him and a slight warmth washes over you. That familiar ashy gray hair, tanned complexion that complimented his burning amber gaze. 

He is ushered to you by an ecstatic Madam and you follow along to a room as per usual. 

Once you two were alone, you finally dropped all reserves you put up for that woman and practically beamed at the only other person in the room. 

"I'm sorry I took so long to return. There were issues I had to deal with before I could come back." 

"No, no, please don't apologize!" You rushed out, breathing out a solemn sigh, 

"-you needn't come here anyway, you're not obligated to." Your smile, though unwavering, struck yet another chord to the welcome stranger. But I'm glad you did– you want to say, but no words left your lips. 

Instead, you watch the man stiffened in his place, seemingly apprehensive as he casts his eyes to the floor. Pondering on the right thing to say. You curiously stare at the flickering candle light reflect in those eyes of his as he was in thought, 

"I should probably tell you why I've come here." He finally spoke, meeting your gaze as you sat still and waited for the next thing he had to say. 

"I am the general Mahamatra," you didn't mean to gasp so audibly, but who could blame you for such a shock?

 "...you? the Mahamatra?" 

He nods, never breaking contact from your eyes. He had to be telling the truth…

You had heard rumors of the notorious general and his treatment of wrongdoers. Now that he has leaked this piece of information to you, just what was he going to do with you? Wouldn't this be the part where he threatens you if you told the madam? 

"I’ve been undercover in this area to investigate illegal trafficking activities...among other crimes." He further explains, crossing his arms as he does so. “For months now, I’ve deduced that the main instigators frequent here, and so…”

"I would like to recruit you to be my eyes and ears of this place," He gazes up at your face, the ever-stoic expression with him as he says, "In return, I guarantee you and others like yourself will be freed." 

His serious demeanor does not last long as it quickly morphs to one of surprise when tears begin running down your cheeks. 

"Y-yes...yes," you rushed to answer from fear that he'll change his mind at a moment's pace, but…it was wholly out of gladness, eagerness, and relief. Finally, a way out.

"I'll-..I'll help you in any way I can." You try your best to respond in between the sobs, it feels overwhelming...

Stiffly, he hesitantly raises his hand to pat your back softly. His eyes drooped again to the floor, unsure if his motions were doing anything to be comforting but...ah...it is. Reality would argue that his way of comforting is the equivalent of a person-sized boulder hovering over you, but  it was akin to something of comfort nonetheless,…and that was something you hadn’t had in too long. So you take it, wholeheartedly.

You rubbed your eyes from the tears and glanced at his awkward form next to yours. He looks like, as you can best imagine it; a puppy with ears pressed on its head because the owner is sad. Your sorrow feels a little lighter when you mentally make the comparison and allow a small bit of your happiness to show in the curve of your lips.

He noticed that your sobs had quieted down to sniffles and so, he opted that the best thing to do for you was to continuously rub your back. Then he perks up, perhaps this was his chance–

"How about a joke--" 

"N-no! No, no, this is..quite plenty." You giggled as he absent-mindedly clicked his tongue followed by a disappointed 'ah' right after. 

The session soon commenced into discussions about key targets for his tasks, specifically, men known in the underground of the desert for the crimes he had briefly mentioned. 

"In case you do have…them as clients," he spoke the last part as if he had bile come up his throat, and briefly takes a moment to say the next thing,

"-ingest this into their drink." The amber-eyed man takes out a small sack. You take it from his hand and open it to find little powder-like orbs with an herbal smell to them. 

"When you mix two of those into their drink, the drug will kick in to knock them out. However, depending on the size of the target, the time in which the drug will activate varies, so…" 

"Keep your guard up." You nodded. Your spine shivered in fear…what if you were caught? What if the drug didn't kick in time? 

From the way your hand fiddled slightly with the sack, he could read how you were feeling.

"Nothing will happen to you." To your surprise, you felt a firm grip on your hand as he placed his atop. It was his way of trying to reassure you.

Remembering his promise and what it could mean for you, and Arman…

"Cyno," you spoke out of the blue, and he's unexpectedly glad to hear his name from you as he tunes in,

"If I'm going into this, I have one thing to ask of you." 

If it were for that precious child of your dear friend, then you could probably take on the world.

 After he had heard and agreed to your conditions, that fear left you and you both discussed in detail how this was going to go.

When the day had finished and the stars appeared, you made sure that everyone was vast asleep before letting him come out.

"Cyno?" Arman says. He sat comfortably in your arms as you and he raised your hand up to the moon from the windowsill, staring off in wonder together. 

"That’s his name, little one"

“He’ll help us? like a hero?” he asks, turning to you all giddy. You hummed in response, your heart warming when you saw a little smile form from the round face of the child. 

“Yeah, he’ll help us get out of here. Then aunty can buy you all the candies you want.” you tickled his sides and grinned at his squirming and half-laughs. 

 That cool sumerian evening, the night sky was a lot prettier than when you last saw it. Perhaps it was the stars that seemed to burn brighter now that there was hope coming your way. 

Far away from the brothel, the desert, and its hidden crimes, the moon shone in on a certain hut in the forest.

A young man reluctantly sat at his desk, waiting for his troublesome friend. His fennec ears twitched at the sound of feet landing on the ground. 

That must be him.

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A/N : Part 3 is out!

A bit of everything I like in one piece 🥺🙏💞

Sorry I'm missing for a while, here's my faves and their respective missing eye that I made because my brother told me I have a type

Heaven Sent

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Fem!reader x Cyno

Not proofread, oops. pt. 1/?

Des: So basically fem!reader is being held as a worker at an illegal brothel. Resigned and hopeless to this fate, she almost accepts this until our general Cyno comes in the door. [1.2k words]

Warnings: Suggestions of abuse, sa, and exploitation (lightly). Bad jokes.

It's kinda wholesome, I promise!

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The bell chimes and you hear the woman say the usual phrase, "Welcome, esteemed guest! Which of our ladies may serve you tonight?"

At the front of the entrance, a hooded figure stood tall and assertively. His eyes flickered like red embers, complexion browned from the desert's sun, and rough hair that was a smokey light gray.

The moon shined in from the cracks and under it, he looked ethereal, but like any man that stepped foot in this place, you reckon he's just as disgusting as them all. Scum looking to use others however they please…no regard, nor dignity.

He scans the incense filled hall before his eyes meet yours. Then, he expectantly points to you and anxiety begins to flood you as you're led to a room of thin walls, stolen furniture, and second-hand appliances. Whether you liked it or not, if you wanted to get out of that place, you had to serve any client.

Knowing that, you force away your prejudice for what's in store for you. Just for a chance of a better future. One you felt was dimming with every passing day you were trapped there.

"Good sir," your tongue tasted bitterly at the words, "is there anything I can do for you?"

You finally uttered out, successfully choking back the bile, and saying it with every affection you could muster. However genuine that may be.

"You need not do anything." He replies, seemingly unimpressed as a nonchalant expression coveting his features. "I'm not here for that." His cold demeanor relieves you a bit, but you're not ready to relax just yet. His behavior was setting off suspicion, so not wanting to get reprimanded by the lady who runs the house, you tried to allure him…

He sat across from you on a carpet, and you crawled towards him. Every movement flaunted part of your body, --most that you are confident in-- but given the situation you're in, this act filled you with humiliation.

"Nothing at all?" You forced out, yet again. This time, he looks into your eyes filled with despair. Not for the lack of affection of this stranger, heavens no. This was despair over the fact that you had to grovel and hand over yourself to others for freedom.

This, the man knew.

Before you could reach for his face, he takes your hand firmly and returns it to your side. His hands meet your shoulders and fix the clothes that were sliding off them. Your eyes widened to this. Stunned at how, for once, a person that walked through those doors didn't want to take advantage of you.

"I have no interest." He said lastly, immediately shutting off all doubt in his words. So there, you sat, convinced and estranged.

After such an interaction, you remained silent throughout the entire session. Content in what was a rare, albeit awkward and peaceful time. The time passed painfully slowly though, it was frankly, uneventful. That was until the nearing end,

"Come here" he orders, not harshly, but affirmatively.

Knowing you were without a second choice, you did as told and knelt to his level. His hand reaches for your face, and fearing what you've grown accustomed to, you shut your eyes. Scolding yourself for ever believing in good..

You felt something press on your lips, then nudge itself to the side of your cheek. Your brow raises at this and you decide to open your eyes.

You peer down at the amber eyed man as he uses his thumb to smear your makeup. On your lips, a bit on your eyes..and..there, you were done!

After taking a look at you, the man then runs his hand through your hair, messing it up in the process.

Seemingly satisfied with what he's done, he sighs in content. "Perfect." He mutters.

He then promptly messes his own hair and loosens his clothing, which spells you in further confusion. What is with this man? You couldn't help but think.

Told by your perplexed face, the man says to you, "if we come out like this, you would not be punished by your Madam."

How did he know this? Was he aware of your disingenuous approach to him?

Realizing his intentions, you breathed a soft thank you.

Which served as a reminder for why he's there in the first place. He casts his glance downwards, hints of anger and maybe even shame…you didn't cause that…right?

He inhaled and exhaled heavily. Amber eyes meeting yours, staring dead to the core at your soul, before he opens his mouth to speak,

"What's the longest word in the dictionary?"

You stared at him, your mind racing for an answer.

"Smiles. Because there's a mile between each s."

Silence filled the room surrounding you both. Your mind slowly registering the joke, and then at that, the horror of the situation.

"Pardon?"

"The joke is in that the distance of miles is in the word 'smiles' --so by continuing the pattern of the letters, it is indeed the longest word in the dictionary under the context that the letters 'miles,' is treated by its actual measurement outside of the word."

"Amusing, isn't it?" He concluded, rather too calmly than your liking.

You squint your eyes, brows knitted at him, and mouth frowning.

"I tell jokes whenever the room feels less than atmospheric."

You swallowed the urge to usher him away from you, and sighed in relief. Without thinking, you let out a small chuckle. Not for his terrible joke, but for the bizarity of the matter.

If any onlooker were present in the room right now, their pity for you would have duplicated had they thought that your life was this tragic, you'd genuinely laugh at such an agonizing taste of humor.

Thankfully, there was only one: the gray haired comedian-reject who felt a tinge of pride by your undeserving laugh. Small, yet, one he'll hold onto to make his month.

While you were in thought, he neatly picks himself from the floor, heading to the outside of the room. Before he does however, you reach for his hand, and without fully understanding what you were doing, you asked,

"Will you be back?" His eyes met yours once more, and for the first time in that whole night, he saw hope in them.

"Yes, I have a job to finish after all." He answered, not a single infliction of his voice carried any warmth, and yet, he was somehow reassuring.

After he left, and all the other patrons of the brothel did too, the laborious day had finally come to an end at the brothel.

Your fellow workers were allowed to rest. Their last thought before tiredness overtook them, was of surviving another tomorrow. But you remained by the window, filled with a hope that things will get better. That strange man…

Amusing, isn't it?

You recall those words, and the glint of kindness that those words held from the one who said them.

Thinking about it, you hadn't answered him.

Maybe not for the joke…but for this strange man,

"Yes," you muttered to yourself, "I suppose it was." You replied, holding fondly to the musings that occur under that shining moon night.

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A/N: Part 2 is here.

This is so wholesome, no i'm not crying..

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