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M!Kylar x GN!Reader - Thief of Heart (Part 1)

Basically the Kylar and police officer Reader. It basically counts as intro, since it was getting long, and I don't know how to add reasonable timeskips, so this story will have two parts instead. In the next part Kylar will try his damnest to romance Reader, so even more fluff coming up I guess.

4.150 words. Fluff, shouldn't be any triggers.

“Hey, Kid! Give that back!”

You turned around, looking at the commotion.

A man was screaming after what looked like a teen and it was all you needed to know before your legs moved by themselves, sprinting after the kid. The kid ran out of the park and into commercial alleyways, with your form chasing after them. They were fast.

It didn’t take long before you stumbled on an abandoned alleyway. You would have thought that the kid ran in a completely different direction, if it wasn’t for the fact that you had a lot of experience chasing after kids, considering how many of them committed theft and how many of them would use the alleyways as a place to hide.

You stood in place and evened out your breathing. Then, you slowly tiptoed deeper into the alley, listening after any potential sounds. The kids would always get nervous. And when they thought they were good to go, they would run. You decided to use that to your advantage.

You took out your cuffs, preparing yourself. You noticed the kid a few meters away, to the left, hiding the best they could behind the big thrash containers. Their small form was almost completely overshadowed. Combined with their dark clothing and hoodie covering their face, it would have been a problem for you to notice them. If you weren’t well trained and didn’t have a lot of experience, that is.

A few more steps and you purposefully gave them a small window of space, a chance to escape. The kids’ now a days carried around all kinds of stuff, ranging from knifes, to pepper spray (which was illegal) to even batons or whips.

Sadly, as a police officer without any special rank, you only had your hands and a simple teaser. As one could imagine, using the teaser on a kid felt wrong, for some reason. So, you had to be more sneaky about it instead, opting for caching them off guard, when they would be the most vulnerable.

They took the chance almost immediately, taking the chance to run for their life. You were faster than them, grabbing them by the scruff of their black hoodie and pulling them towards you. They lost their balance and would have fallen down, if it wasn’t for the fact that you swiftly caught their wrist, effectively cuffing it with the shackles. Letting go of them, you used your newly freed hand to cuff them to yourself.

“That’s it, Kid. You better stay on your best behavior.” you said, your strict voice booming in the alleyway. You grabbed their hand roughly as they cried, begging for you to let them go and trashing around. A few steps away laid a small wallet. The one the kid stole, you presumed. At some point they trashed around so much their hood of their hoodie fell down, exposing their head and face.

A simple band aid under their right eye, right on their cheek. Messy hair, medium length, black. Bright, teary green eyes stared at your unamused form. Bitten, trembling and chapped lower lip. Looked really young. Maybe 15? Couldn’t be taller than 160-165cm.

With a roll of your eyes, you pulled them up and dragged them back to the park, their squealing and wailing could be heard by anyone in the vicinity. A few minutes later you found the man who was screaming earlier.

You reached out your hand to give back the wallet. But all the man did was snatch it from your hand aggressively, muttering complains under his breath at how you were slow.

The man moved his gaze to the kid beside you, the small thief, giving a disappointed and angry look. “I hope that little fucker gets taught a lesson.” he said, before turning on his heel and walking away.

“Such a drama queen,” you thought. “A thank you would be nice.” you finished, rolling your eyes, gaze naturally turning back to the child beside you. Wasn’t there an announcement at the police station with someone who looked familiar? What was their name again?

Now, getting a good look at the kid... they did look really small and skinny. Your heart sank a little, thinking that the kid probably wanted to steal money to buy food. You guessed you would let it slide this time.

The poor kid tried to make themselves smaller than they already were under your scorching gaze. It’s obvious they were nervous. Silent tears fell down their cheeks, eyes glistening as they sniffed and dried one of their cheeks with their sleeve.

“Come, Kid. We’ve got things to do.”

Defeated, they trailed after you as you walked ahead, eyes focused on their feet. Time seemed to blur for the kid as you dragged them to the nearest grocery store, buying food.

Kylar couldn't help but think that it must be some kind of joke. That you are just dragging out the time to make him more nervous, maybe you took pleasure in his uneasiness. He knew he would get in trouble if he got caught this time. But he had to! He had his reasons.

His confusion only grew as you dragged him towards Danube Street, were you dragging out the way to the police station?

He was even more surprised when you dragged him to your house, trying your best to find the damned keys to your home even with the groceries in your hand. Good thing you caught Kylar right before your shift ended.

Stepping in, you didn’t even bother taking off your shoes, just going straight into the kitchen. You put back the bag on the counter and immediately put on the kettle, grabbing out two cups, preparing them ready for some tea. To say Kylar was confused was an understatement. What were you doing? You being quiet didn’t help him as well. Were you going to do something to him? All he could do was stand motionlessly by your side as you almost dragged him around like a ragdoll as you moved around the kitchen. His heartbeat sped up.

You made two sandwiches just as the kettle started to whistle, signaling that the water was ready. Puring water into the cups you didn’t hesitate to put them down on the table along with the sandwiches. You pushed the plate towards Kylar.

“You should eat, Kid. I’ll let you off easy today,” you gestured for him to take the sandwich, taking the other one with your free hand, leaning slightly against the table. Kylar, although shyly, took the sandwich and started to take small bites, cheeks full of food, as he stared down at the table, avoiding your gaze. “Instead, I’m going to have ‘the talk’ with you.” you took a bite of your food, getting ready to scold him for what he did earlier. You looked at his small, skinny form.

“Now, I don’t know your situation and I know the town doesn’t offer a lot of help. Judging by... What I saw so far, if you need food or something of the like, you can come here and visit, okay? I’ll take care of the food. Just... Don’t steal anymore. You got a future ahead of you. Understood, Kid?” your eyes trailed off to how well he had eaten his sandwich. Was he maybe still hungry? The tea was untouched. You pushed the cup towards him. Kylar couldn’t help but look straight at you, cheeks slightly flushed.

“I’ll uncuff the shackles and I’ll make some proper food and I want you to sit still, okay? I’m not letting a kid go hungry, especially since it looks like it’s been a while since you’ve had a good, homemade meal. I doubt the sandwich was enough, anyway.”

You delicately unlocked the shackles, letting it hang on your wrist for a few seconds before you unlocked the other half, freeing your wrist. You put the cuffs back into your work pants.

“Drink the tea before it goes cold. If you prefer something sweet, I might have some juice or maybe a soft drink somewhere.”

Kylar’s body relaxed slightly as his wrist was freed from the shackles. He rubbed at his wrist. No marks. He was anxious. Uncomfortable silence fell as he drank his tea.

Too bitter. His face scrunched up like a rabbit’s. He grabbed the nearby sugar, adding an unhealthy dose of the white stuff and using the small teaspoon to mix. A content expression graced his face as the sweet taste enveloped him. You chuckled at the scene out of the corner of your eye.

He perked up right away, cheeks dusted. You turned around just as he tried to sneak a glance at you. You were peeling the potatoes effortlessly with your knife, some potatoes already in the pot.

“Come help me after you finish drinking your tea. I’ll show you how.” was all you said, focused on your task.

With a big swing, Kylar drank everything in few nosy gulps and dried his mouth with his sleeve, before standing up and walking up to your side, gently tugging at your clothes as a sign to get your attention. You gently instructed him to slice the spring onions. “Finely chop the white part and put it to the side. Then roughly chop the green part.”

He did as told while you salted and boiled the potatoes. You took out two chicken breasts from the fridge, cutting them up and seasoning them. Kylar couldn’t help but steal glances at you, smitten with how elegant you looked while using your knife. “Have you cooked a chicken breast before?” Kylar shook his head.

You gestured for him to come closer with your index finger. “Observe.” you oiled up the pan nicely so the chicken wouldn’t stick and gently put on the chicken breasts in the pan, then you washed your hands. “Make sure the temperature is not too high. You can overcook the breasts and make it all dry.”

“We will sear both sides before lowering the heat, so the chicken has some color. Reach in the cabinet and give me the bouillon cube, please. Good job.” Kylar watched as you poured in some water in the pan and added the bouillon cube, along with a few herbs he didn’t quite recognize. The chicken simmered gently as you showed him how to make a slurry. Kylar found it hard to pay attention to what you were saying, attention focused on your facial features and body instead, admiring your beauty.

“Good job. What’s your name? I never asked.”, you asked, glancing at him curiously. You should get to know him if you were planning on seeing him more often from now on.

“M-My name’s Kylar. Nice t-to meet y-you.” he stuttered when you looked into his eyes. Pretty. All the praise and how nice you were to him truly made you an angel. Kylar got to mashing the potatoes, using milk and butter, effectively making a champ by adding the spring onions. He felt kind of proud for making something himself, albeit with a little bit of help. But you made it fun. Spending time with you is fun. He would love to do more of that.

“Nice to meet you too. My name’s (Y/N). Help to set the plates ready, please. I’ll finish up the sauce and the chicken.” you did as you said, while Kylar reached for the cabinet where he saw you reach in earlier. He also made sure to prepare the forks and knives as well. Your movement in the kitchen was precise and effortless and Kylar couldn’t help but feel captivated at the way you moved.

As you put on the food on the plate, Kylar was sitting almost expectantly on the chair. Hands on his lap with a grip on the material of his pants, eyes on your hands, cheeks a pale pink and lips pursed, back hunched slightly. You noticed right away. Did he want more praise...?

You brought your hand to his hair and ruffled it a little, unsure of yourself, you said, “Good job. You’ll be a good cook in no time, Kylar.”

It seemed to work as he almost melted into your touch as your fingers started working through his hair, messing them up for a few seconds before fixing them back into the original place where they were. With a soft smile on his lips, he enjoyed the attention as he closed his eyes. When you took your hand back, he didn’t hesitate to dig into the food. It’s been a while since he eaten something that wasn’t instant ramen or frozen food. It made him almost nostalgic. The homely feeling awoke a lot of feelings inside of him. How long has it been since he had such a peaceful interaction with anyone? He couldn’t remember. The church wasn’t of much help. People weren’t of much help either. Until he found you today. You are like a savior to him. Even going as far as overlooking his earlier misdeeds. Was there a bigger reason for that? He couldn’t help it, he felt almost hopeful.

He really wanted to get to know you better.

“S-so, how old a-are you? Have you been w-working as a police officer for a l-long while? I... I am 19 years old.” Kylar asked.

You almost choked on your champ; eyes wide. You barely swallowed your food. You swore he was younger, he looked closer to 15 years of age rather than 19. You took a double take. His cheekbones were more backwards compared to other kids’ you saw, and his jawline did seem more defined now that you took a second look. But his body is so tiny... Maybe he’ll get a second growth spurt after he finally starts to eat properly...?

Kylar didn’t seem to mind that you took your time to take a better look at him, albeit it made him feel slightly embarrassed.

“Bloody hell... I’m so, so, sorry... I thought you were 15... Uh... I am 21, been working as an officer for a little over a year. But they don’t want to give me any big jobs yet. Not like anything big happens in the town, anyway. So, I’m usually doing patrolling work instead.”

Kylar’s heart sank a little, that much is obvious. He looked to the side. Does that mean there would be no chance for you to see him as a man?

Clueless and slightly panicky, you rushed to his side, flailing your hands around, trying to calm him down, saying anything that came to mind as the young man puffed his cheeks in contemplation and disappointment.

“Hey, hey, hey... Kylar! It’s okay! It’s my bad, it’s all... Sorry for mistaking you for a kid. Who knows, maybe if you come over for dinner every day you’ll get a second growth spurt, right? There’s still hope for Ya!”

On one hand he was happy that he still could come over and hang out with you. On the other one... He didn’t know if he should feel horrified or upset that it sounded almost like you were hoping for him to get a second growth spurt.

Wasn’t he good enough as he is right now? He almost said everything out loud, but he could only really bring himself to nod a give a weak “Yeah... I’ll make sure to come every day...”

Oh god, you really fucked up, didn’t you? That’s one way to blow a guy’s confidence...

Feeling somehow worse than earlier, you pet him on the head again in hopes of cheering him up. He liked it earlier... Right? Surely it should help. Definitely. You tried to convince yourself but in reality, it didn’t help that much. You were sweating bullets at this point, the scene of your fuckup playing in your head on repeat as Kylar very obviously held back tears, pout still present, hands back on his lap as he fondled the ends of his hoodie. Oh god, how were you going to fix it? You don’t think there was a way to fix anything at this point.

“How about I pack some leftovers and drive you back home? You are probably tired from today, right?” you hoped he would accept your proposal. You weren’t really sure what you will do if he says no. Kicking him out would make you feel even worse.

With a sniff, he looked up at your crouched form, completely forgetting when you had the time to do such a thing. He reached out towards your hand, intervening his fingers with yours. The warmth of your hand brought him comfort, and surely enough he found himself playing with your slightly bigger hand. God, even your hand was pretty. Soft, too. The thought made his heart skip a beat. He hoped you felt similarly at the skin contact.

At this point you were too flustered to pull your hand away, too embarrassed to hurt his feeling even more. Instead, you gave in and let him play with your hand, his fingers tracing over your nails and massaging the left side of your hand. You waited patiently for his answer. “C-Can’t I stay for longer, please?”

Oh, you really got yourself into a mess this time.

“Um... Sure! Do you want to go for a walk? A light walk after eating is good for your health, you know.”

Kylar eagerly stood up, almost rushing to the entrance and dragging you behind him. Good thing your shoes were still on. Was he always this strong? You swore he was weaker when you caught him earlier.

You mulled over it as he eagerly held your hand as you let him lead the way to the beach. He seemed to become more confident and at peace. A small, proud smile on his lips as he glanced at you from time to time, eyes visibly brightening up each time your eyes met his. You smiled back in return.

“This isn’t so bad, I guess.” you pondered. It’s been a while since you got a chance to unwind and spend time with someone else after work.

With you being still in your work clothes, it got you a few curious glances from people passing by, but no one seemed to want to bother you, compared to the usual situations whenever you went outside alone in your everyday outfit. It wouldn’t be a bad idea to do it more often. After all, in theory you are on duty all the time and you should be ready to take action whenever need be. Kylar seemed over the moon at the fact that no one bothered you two, clearly content with just you.

He didn’t hesitate to get to know you better, questions ranging from your childhood to hobbies to your family and personal beliefs. You were happy to oblige. He was more secretive when it came to his own personal matters. You didn’t blame him; you guessed his family situation was complicated, from what you could gather so far, at least.

You sat on one of the benches with him. You tried to get him to let go of your hand subtly, wriggling your fingers and pulling your hand away. Only for him to intervene his fingers in yours and giving your hand a little squeeze, along with an excuse.

“S-sorry... I just feel safer that way. I h-hope that’s fine?”

You tried to explain to him that your hand was starting to feel sweaty. He let go of your hand and grabbed your other one, an innocent smile on his face. You gave up, looking at the sunset. It was weirdly romantic. Kylar seemed to pick up on it at once, scooting closer, but not really doing anything else. At some point you just decided to go along with it - he seemed pretty lonely - maybe he didn’t understand social clues.

“So... Any plans for your future, Kylar? Are you going to a university?”

He seemed embarrassed as he retreated his hand. Not like he wanted to – he was worried you would think of him as pathetic when he told you the truth – but his body reacted faster than his mind. Kylar already missed the warmth of your hand, which made telling the truth even harder.

“I didn’t think that far. I-I mean. I didn’t make any plans for the future, to be honest...” he took in a shaky breath and avoided your gaze as he continued. “It all just feels pointless. Like there’s no point in trying.”

The sea breeze blew softly as you spoke, voice low, but gentle.

“Life is not easy, and it might feel like a big decision – because it is. But I think that it is still worth to pick something and to just... try it out. I know everyone says that we have all the time in the world to find something that just... sticks. And they are not wrong. To a certain degree, at least. Anyways – the point is – I think it would be worth it to just pick something you think you might be interested in and try it and see if it sticks. Who knows, maybe you’ll find something you’ll love doing for the rest of your life.”

Kylar reflected on your words for a few seconds, paying close attention to your expression and body language.

You were leaning against the bench, head thrown back, exposing your neck. A relaxed expression on your face as you closed your eyes, enjoying the breeze. You hoped your words encouraged him.

“What’s the point? Wouldn’t it be easier to just... give up? To sit at home? Let someone else support you?” he wasn’t trying to pick a bone with you; he was being genuinely curious in this moment. It was like something in him broke as he continued to confide in you. And you were there to pick up the pieces for him, gluing him back together.

“Listen Kylar... If it was up to me, I would have become a nice lil’ house spouse myself. Just imagine, sitting at home, getting to play video games. All for the price of cleaning and cooking nice meals.” You yawned.

“Sounds fair to me, anyway.” You shrugged before you kept going. “Life’s not easy, but I think it might be worth living. Sometimes you just need to find the motivation.”

It was in that moment, when he saw you looking so carefree and unstrained that he found a small inkling of motivation. At this point it was clearly dark, but for some reason, neither he nor you could force yourself to move. While you enjoyed the peace and quiet, he was sitting beside you, carefully thinking about the future, with you at the forefront of it, the main character.

He really couldn’t explain it – not even if he wanted to, anyway – but spending the day with you made you feel a certain way he didn’t feel before. Not like it was a bad feeling, per se. It was good. Warm. He looked forward to the future, as long as you were in it.

If he tried hard enough, would you accept him? Would you let him take care of you, if he got his life together? You said it yourself – if it was up to you, you would have become a house spouse. He can make that come true. He will try his hardest to make it come true. As long as he had you by the end of it, it would be all worth it. His heart soared at the thought of you sitting at home, waiting for him.

You could cook together; you could teach him. Even if cleaning wasn’t his strong suit, he would learn. He could start studies next year and find a good job. And in the meantime, he will try his hardest to make you fall in love with him, like he did today.

The sound of you stretching besides him snapped him out of his thoughts – now he was fully alert, attention focused on you instead. You stood up and reached out your hand; he instantly grabbed it, letting you pull him towards you.

“We should head back. It’s dark. I’ll take you home.”

You guys walked in silence, with you walking in the front this time. Turns out both of you lived on Danube Street, with him living at the end of the street, quite close to the Temple.

You tried to hide your surprise as you saw the state of Kylar’s house. It was clearly run down, and you swore you heard some news about an abandoned house shortly after moving to the town. Kylar seemed self-conscious but didn’t say anything. You decided it was best to leave the subject alone for now.

“Well... I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah? You can come around the same time we had dinner.” you weaved at Kylar, a friendly smile on your face.

“Sure, see you tomorrow. I-I'll be on time, don’t worry.”

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