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gaspard de la nuit.
content warnings: mentions of oripathy-related death, brief mentions of injuries (just a bit at the start)
note: PHANTOM BIRTHDAAAAAAYYYYYYY!!!! it's january 19th in my timezone and i wanted to do something for him since i wasn't able to finish what i started drawing last year...!!! here's to another two? three? years on my homescreen honey darling sweetheart love of my life ........ also looking at it now the content warnings seem a little too serious for a birthday drabble... but we ball. here we go. i hope you enjoy <3
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PHANTOM watches the way your lips shape his name — his real name — each syllable carefully pronounced, lovingly enunciated. lu-ci-an.
your hands ghost over his skin, cotton balls soaked in antiseptics brushing against open skin, and you call his name again, gently, sweetly, "lucian."
his eyes flutter upwards to meet yours. his fingertips trace over the shape of your jawline, the black crystals dotting your flesh turning your skin iridescent. together you were doomed, you had said once, tracing over long-healed scars on his skin while he cradled the back of your head — the feeling of your delicate pulse beneath his fingertips seemed, to him, to be more compelling a melody than anything he had once sang upon his crimson stage.
"...yes, love? i'm here." phantom watches how the furrow of your brow eases as your attention shifts to him, and he feels a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. your hand pulls away from the angry, red gash on his arm — he watches the movement, all but enraptured by you.
you smile, beginning to wrap his forearm in bandages. "lost in the clouds again? you looked deep in thought."
he hums in reply, but that note doesn't become melody, and the hold of your hand on his arm remains firm and steady. "perhaps i was," he says. "did i worry you?"
the bandages are sealed neat and snug. your hand trails up his arm to cup his cheek, leaving his skin prickly and warm in your wake. "not at all," you reply. "what were you thinking about, lucian?"
lucian. his name falls from your lips again — ever so slightly, he leans into your touch like a sunflower to the sun, closes his eyes to savour the sound. he contemplates telling you it's nothing. he contemplates telling you, i think i was not born to be an artist or a killer but to be held in your arms like this. he contemplates —
"...you," he says simply, softly, candidly.
— but no level of contemplation could ever come close to the way you say his name, lu-ci-an, so carefully pronounced and lovingly enunciated.
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arknights-imagines · 2 months
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hi it’s nice to see you back! i hope you’re enjoying is2 🐈‍⬛ can i request an imagine where phantom regains his self once he sees his beloved s/o coming to rescue him? they’re so worried and scared for him that he feels extremely guilty but i would like to see a little personal reunion between them!! đŸ„č
Hiya anon 💕!! Tysm for your request and for your kindness, I'm enjoying Integrated Strategies 2 a lot aaa đŸ„ł the theme is v awesome and it's super fun!
Phantom has definitely grown on me v much since I first encountered his character and first wrote for him 👉👈! I also happen to be a huge fan of the original 'Phantom of the Opera' musical which is probably also why I came to love him lots lolol 💞~
I absolutely loved your idea omg anon, v soft but also potential for lots of emotions 😭đŸ„ș So ty for sending it in!!
(I also wanted to mention that - along with the soundtrack for 'Phantom of the Opera' - I listened to 'Two Slow Dancers' by Mitski on repeat while working on this as I think it fits the piece well sbdjsb~)
Anywho, I really hope you and everyone else enjoys 💕👉👈!!!
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Rescue Him
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Imagine format; mixed perspectives between the Operator and the reader, written in second person!
Contains: Phantom, gender-neutral Operator as the reader, spoliers regarding Phantom's past and events of Phantom and Crimson Solitaire, established relationship, Phantom addresses the reader by the nickname "little kitten", Shalem as a background character, fear, brief mentions of death, talk of self-loathing, lots and and lots of emotions from both Phantom and reader sbzjsb, hurt and comfort with a soft ending đŸ„ș!!
Word count: 2.3k!
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Phantom - no, the Blood Diamond of the Crimson Troupe -, his body was a puppet on strings. The curtain parted as he entered the stage; dressed in an ostentatious outfit of red and black, face hidden by his distinctive white mask, and eyes glowing with indescribable malice.
A reverberating voice from overhead began its announcement, “The time has come. The red moon is here. The stringed puppets are all dancing. All for the most supreme art. Now go, my ‘Blood Diamond’, go. They are the audience you have eagerly awaited.” The spotlight fell upon the Feline, all the eyes in the room drew to him. His movements weren't his own as he slowly lifted his arm and began to summon his Arts. The stage and all surrounding it was ready, he was ready.
A commotion from his audience took the Blood Diamond’s attention. There, you stood far from the stage with your weapon in hand, surrounded by your squadmates all immobilized by shock, and Shalem’s hand holding your wrist tightly to prevent you from moving. For a moment - just a moment - you all simply stared at the Feline, wide-eyed and transfixed.
You had stepped into the Castle with not an ounce of hesitation. You had stood before its gates, posture firm like a commander, or the confident lead actor of a play, perhaps; when you had moved forward, the rest of the Squad had followed behind. You had persisted through a near-endless traverse through the Castle, ignoring your aching, worry-riven heart, with the only thought in your mind being to find him and return him to Rhodes Island safely.
Now, however; as the Blood Diamond stared directly into you, his irises darkened by malevolence, fear took hold of your entire being and shattered any semblance of bravery you had left with its claws.
Shalem opened his mouth and attempted to tell something to you, but he wasn’t able to say a word. In a flash of movement you tore your arm from his hand, let your weapon drop to the floor, and began sprinting towards the stage.
The Blood Diamond’s eyes remained on you as you quickly approached. Your hand outstretched to him and your lips moved, ‘Phantom’, however your voice failed you and only produced something just barely above a whisper. Before you could come any closer, Shalem rushed forward and hurried to wrap his arms around your form, preventing you from moving.
The Feline made no reaction at you - not even a slight furrow of his brow or miniscule twitch of his lynx ears - as a heart-wrenching dread fell upon your facial expression. He only tore his gaze away from yourself and Shalem; something deep within his chest couldn’t bear to look for any longer.
His Arts leaving flickers of crimson behind and the spotlight following after him, the Blood Diamond descended from the stage. As he neared you, his eyes squeezed shut; he prepared to finally strike, to sing.
It was only then that you finally found your voice again - “Phantom! Please, it’s me!!” You yelled suddenly, words leaving your throat shakily and breaking by the end of your sentence. The Feline before you froze; his lips fell agape, his eyes snapped open, then his gaze immediately fixed onto you.
You were struggling against Shalem and desperately trying to rush towards him instead, your face confused and twisted in affliction, as if seeing him like he was inflicted physical wounds on you. “Phantom!!” You tried again, louder this time, and your eyes began to fill with tears - when they spilt onto your cheeks, the Blood Diamond’s heart suddenly surged.
What was he doing? Why were you here?
With that, his mind rapidly became a scrambled cacophony, dissonance between his own thoughts and a voice in his head that wasn't his own causing pain to rush to his temples. His breathing became uneven and his heartbeat was now deafening in his ears.
This was not who he was, was it?
Though he made an effort to resist, whatever was possessing him forced him to step forward, to follow the script; the Feline’s motions were strained when he raised his hand to at last strike down with his Arts and prepared his voice to sing.
Then - as his mouth parted to release the first note - in a last attempt, you cried out, “LUCIEN!!”
The name - his name - from your lips was a blade, finally cutting the Blood Diamond away from the strings controlling him. The hostility flickered from his eyes, he covered a hand over his mouth, the crimson Arts surrounding him dissipated; he returned to you, once again becoming himself. Phantom collapsed to his knees.
A silence rested upon the entire room, slowly. Your chest ached from the assault of your hammering heart, your face was wet with tears; you silently begged this to be truly over and not be another one of the Castle’s hallucinations. Shalem and yourself became utterly still, both your eyes fixed raptly to the Feline on the floor. He wearily lifted his head, then a raspy and quiet whisper came from his lips, “...little kitten?”
You were certain you had never moved so fast in your life.
Breaking out of Shalem’s hold, you rushed towards Phantom and fell to the ground right in front of him, “Lucien! I’m right here- I’m here!” You took his cheeks into your hands, unbelievably gentle. Hastily, you removed his white mask from his face and discarded it to the floor; the moment your gaze locked to his, your uneven heartbeat calmed and relief melted onto your facial expression then down your body. The Feline’s copper eyes were soft, tender - albeit slightly glazed over -, and most importantly, familiar and truly his. The hint of a smile came to your lips, “...You’re back.”
Phantom rested against your affectionate touch, placing one of his own hands over yours and answering quietly, “Yes
Yes, I’m with you
it is over-” His sentence was cut off by a rough cough, which quickly evolved into a fit of hacks and gasps that ripped through his body, “Ack- my
my throat, little kitten-” Pressing on the Originium crystal in his pharynx with one hand, he shakily attempted to grab at something attached to your belt with the other - an Oripathy Infection monitor.
You jolted, snapping into motion. After taking the Infection monitor off your belt and in your hand, you used a moment to remove the broken remnants of his previous one from his neck; you brought the device close, and Phantom’s hands guided your own and assisted you in clasping it around his throat. It locked shut with a ‘click’, firmly suppressing the Originium Crystal.
Intertwining both of his hands with your own, you waited for his coughing to cease. When it did, you piped up softly, “Is that better? A-Are you okay?” He nodded in response, “I’m fine, I thank you greatly.” With his composure regained enough, he focused his gaze on your face - a choice which he was quick to regret, as he felt his heart sink to the floor at the sight.
The relief on your expression had been immense, however it was merely ephemeral. Now, your facial features were trembling and your eyes were becoming tearful once more; though it was fading, the fear that had gripped you just moments before still clutched onto your body. The Feline felt the tremors in your hands - your hands that were so tightly squeezing onto his, as if he would vanish if you were to let go.
“L-Lucien
I-” When you couldn’t restrain your emotions any longer, small sobs racked through your body and tears quickly fell down your cheeks - Phantom’s heart shattered and he found himself choking on its pieces, unable to speak.
So you did instead, rambling through your crying, “I-I was so, so worried about you. When the Doctor told me y-you were suddenly gone and no one could find you anywhere, I was just- just terrified.” Sniffling, you hesitantly released one of his hands in order to wipe your face with your sleeve, “And when the Squad and I were sent out to Victoria to rescue you
I-I was scared that when we found you, you were going to- to be hurt, or y-you wouldn’t be able to regain your senses, o-or you were dead-” Just speaking that last statement aloud, just the prospect of it, broke any composure you were still straining to keep.
As he watched you collapse into plaintive cries, Phantom’s lynx ears flattened against his head and shame overtook his face expression; guilt weighed down on him, so heavy that he struggled to breathe. You deserved better than this, the Feline told himself, better than him; he’d never be able to atone for all the distress and heartache you had been forced through because of him.
Though strained, his voice returned to him, “Hush now, little kitten. You need not say anymore
come, come here.” Though he felt unfit to hold you, Phantom nevertheless brought his arms around your form and into his embrace; one of his hands placed itself on the back of your head in order to gently guide your face to the curve between his shoulder and neck, the other coming to rub up and down your spine in a soothing manner. The Feline’s movements were slow, uncertain; he waited for you to flinch away and refuse his touch, ‘justly so’, he believed.
And yet, you didn't. Instead, your body lost its posture once in his hold; you curled into him, nuzzling into his neck and bringing your hands to his chest where they clenched into fists, fingers closing tightly on the fabric of his clothing. Phantom’s eyes widened, your unexpected closeness prompting a small fission of shock to shoot through him. He was only stiff for but a second - under your warmth, his body involuntarily melted into your own. The Feline’s hands slid down your form and he wrapped his arms around your waist, then his head lowered to rest upon your shoulder. For a short while, the two of you simply remained like that.
When your sobbing quieted to small sniffles, the Feline went on speaking, “Though it is not enough, I deeply apologize to you. I
I believed I’d long since slain those of the troupe
but it seems that is not so, and I fear I was wrong. The fault
the fault is all mine.” Body suddenly stiffening and jaw now tight, Phantom began to recoil from you, “My little kitten, you
you should not be here. You need to take your leave quickly, there is nothing to be gained from staying alongside me. The shadows and the evil they hide, my sins
none of this is anything you ought to bear.”
However, you didn't allow him to move away. You shook your head against his shoulder, before pulling him closer by the cloth of his shirt and wrapping your arms around his neck. You replied, “N-No, Lucien, stop. I don’t care about any of that
I’m never leaving you, o-okay?” Worried he wouldn't believe your words unless you reinforced them somehow, with careful hands you trailed your fingers up past his nape. They combed through his hair and stroked over his lynx ears gently, as you went on, “
I’m just so happy you’re safe and you can come back home to Rhodes Island. I don’t know what I would’ve done if
if something happened to you...” The Feline’s reply didn't come right away, his mouth fell agape and his eyes widened slightly at your ever-so tender words.
He, whom the darkness constantly treaded behind and whom tragedy loomed over, was not deserving of you; Phantom had convinced himself so, his mind told him so. What made him worthy of the words that came from your heart? What made him worthy to hold you as he was, as if you were his?
Though, even so, the Feline was unable to restrain himself from once again easing into your arms, a serene expression on his face. If you gave your love to him unconditionally, if you allowed him to rest in the safety of your embrace, then he would never ever refuse it and would be forever grateful.
Phantom lifted his head from your shoulder in order to leave a light, fleeting kiss on the crown of your head. His eyelids closed shut, and he lingered there for a moment, before speaking finally - a whisper and words honest, “No. It’s I who would find myself lost without you
many thanks, little kitten. ”
The sound of soft footfalls approaching reminded the Feline that you and him weren't alone; one of his lynx ears twitched, and his eyes opened. Shalem stood a short distance from the two of you, with Miss Christine - when had she gotten here? - trailing after him, “...Welcome back then, Phantom. Ah, beg pardon for disturbing you both
but shall we go now? Surely, by remaining in this Castle, we would only be inviting more disaster.”
Though reluctantly, pulled away from Phantom’s embrace. After taking a moment to wipe your face of any wetness and to gather yourself with a long, steady breath, you looked to Shalem and the rest of your squadmates. “You’re right. Please, let’s all get out of here. I want to leave Calais-Blason, go back home, and never see this Castle again...” You remarked with a sharp sigh, rising up from the floor. Phantom followed, moving to stand as well, “Yes, we oughtn’t tarry here
” - but you were at his side in an instant, before he could attempt to lift himself off the ground. You brought his arm around your shoulders, “Lucien, careful
here, I’ve got you.”, and assisted him up.
The Blood Diamond’s performance had been brought to an abrupt end. The curtain was closed, the script discarded, and the stage abandoned. It was time for Phantom to leave from under the spotlight of the Crimson Troupe, and return to Rhodes Island.
“...Little kitten, wait.”
You blinked, immediately turning your head to look to him. Phantom slowly inhaled, then his words left his lips, carrying with them every bit of adoration and gratitude he had, “I love you
endlessly, with all that I am.”
A sincere smile arose to your face, and you replied with not even the slightest delay, “And I love you more, Lucien.”
“The Blood Diamond”, “Phantom”; anyone could call him whatever they wanted, but he would always be Lucien to you.
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Hiya sgsushs 💞! So, I just finished watching the Arknights 4th Anniversary Stream, and I just had to say:
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The sheep!! 😭đŸ„ș🐑
I was snickering when these were revealed as the hostiles for this event 😭 Most definitely the cutest Arknights enemies we'll go up against 💕!!
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(just look at them dance svshvse 😭)
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Tbh I was thinking of a scenario in my head about doktah (or U) being injured and Rico was taking care of U and U cupped his cheek and called him pretty, he was confused but flustered a bit (insert glitching computer sounds) anyway i luv u and anyone who’s reading this 😍
- đŸČ anon
Hiya there đŸČ anon! Tysm for your request (and I love you too sbsuwh đŸ„°!!)
I knew I wanted one of the first things I posted after being away for v long to be a request for Executor/'Rico, so your request was perfectly timed and I loved your idea lots aaa! It's v v cute and I feel it fits Executor/'Rico v well đŸ„ș💕!!
I'm a li'l nervous since I feel I'm a bit rusty shiuhge 😭...! But, I had fun with this one and it feels good to be back aaa I hope I did Executor justice here 🙏
Anywho, to you and everyone else, I hope you all enjoy đŸ„°!!
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Imagine format; mostly in the perspective of the reader, written in second person!
Contains: Executor, gender-neutral Operator as the reader, acquaintances to crushes relationship lolojshd, mentions of things and references to lots of from Executor's archive files, minor injuries and violence, the reader is one of Rhodes Island's Elite Operators, the reader is a li'l bit of a flirt lololsjs, nameless and gender-neutral Doctor as a background character, humour, fluff 💕!
Word count: a little over 2.7k!
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All Rhodes Island Operators were allowed to work alongside and be dispatched on Operations with each other. Such was a simple fact, and an obvious one; of course it would be bizarre for Rhodes Island, with their policy of levelling all who they employ as equal and for not tolerating discrimination irrespective of one’s reasons, to restrict certain Operators from being assigned into Squads together.
The case of Executor, however, was unavoidably more complicated different.
While all Rhodes Island Operators were allowed to be sent into combat with Executor - that didn’t mean all Rhodes Island Operators were willing to be sent into combat with Executor.
When you had approached the Doctor regarding the subject before boarding the transport that was to take you to the site of your next Operation - you had been assigned to an Operation, along with a party of other Elite Operators that included the Sankta in question, that was a hostage-rescue in Columbia -, they looked off to where Executor was stood counting his ammunition nearby then shrugged.
You had tilted your head to the side and so the Doctor elaborated, “He’s more than capable of handling the perimeter of the Operation ite by himself, and besides, no one on the Squad was agreed to being deployed with him. It’s not unusual, considering his
 reputation.” A lift of one of your eyebrows was paired with a puzzled mutter, “But, it’d still be better for him to have some sort of back up. And, what ‘reputation’? Do you mean how he has those people from the Engineering Department always flirting with him?”
It was the Doctor’s turn to tilt their head to the side now, before their voice left them slowly, “No, that’s not what I was-
” They paused, studying your facial features then shifting their gaze from you to Executor, “I was referring to other...things
”
Be it his direct completion of any combat task assigned to him, the immense amount of collateral damage left in nearly all of his mission sites, or that account from the deeply-fazed Operator who was deployed as his partner once, of how Executor barehandedly tore out the heart of a beast directly from its chest - that last one had soon become a Rhodes Island horror story, reimagining Executor as some form of a boogieman impersonating as a Sankta -, majority of Operators had an excuse as to why they would prefer not to be near the ever-composed Sankta during Operations.
The Doctor had long observed a pattern in your behaviour when near Executor, that was in stark contrast to everyone else; though his presence caused most to snap their back straight and tighten the line of their shoulders, your posture when with him instead was always eased with not even the slightest indicator of tension.
Perhaps then, there was one Operator willing to be sent into combat with Executor, the Doctor reassessed.
Such reassessment is the reason as to why you and Executor were in the position you both were currently - together on a short rooftop in order to provide ranged support as the rest of the Squad rescued the hostages and subdued the hostiles.
The choice to deploy you with Executor was surprisingly beneficial, as two pairs of eyes are better at one pair in regards to surveying for threats. Despite that the rest of the Squad had initially looked at the Doctor as though they’d grown a pair of Sarkaz ears and gained a Phidian tail all at once, they now concluded yours and Executor’s position together for this Operator as all part of the Doctor’s plan.
However, you would’ve argued that your eyes slowly becoming more occupied with staring at the Sankta in wordless awe - those rumours about how his appearance was candy for one’s eyes were in fact not simple rumours at all, you realized - rather than your eyes being focused on the Operation site below and the surrounding area, was not part of the Doctor’s plan.
You would’ve argued again that your distracted state caused by Executor’s close proximity resulting in you failing to notice the hostile crossbowman a few rooftops away with you as his target, until his bolt was already fired and struck into your shoulder, was not part of the Doctor’s plan.
“Ghk!” You gulped down the pained yelp as the arrowhead suddenly pierced into your body, and instead a strained grunt of effort covered over it as you lifted the weapon-bearing arm upward in a swift movement; snapping your eyes off of their spot previously super-glued onto Executor’s face, you narrow your gaze and fix it onto the now-fleeing crossbowman. Trusting your own aim as an Elite Operator, you raise your weapon without much ceremony and fire.
A relieved huff leaves your lungs after the crossbowman crumbles to the ground after your weapon-fire hits him in a direct headshot. That relief was momentary, however, as the sharpened ache throughout your entire arm quickly reminded you of the crossbow bolt in your shoulder.
Executor’s attention was rapt on your form once gravity yanked your body downward and sent your knees to collide harshly with the concrete below you; immediately, he was across the rooftop and wrapping a secure arm around your waist to assist you in sitting onto the ground with your back leaning against the ledge of the rooftop.
“You have been hit with an enemy projectile. Do not move.” His voice left him in a stable tone as expected, while his eyes scanned over your body in search of any further harm, then lingering your injury, before they settled onto your face. Your mouth opened to speak, only to shut when his gaze fixed to yours; a hue of scarlet rose onto your cheeks and your eyes averted from his own, despite that they’d been firmly locked onto him just moments earlier. The heaviness of your embarrassment - you’d just been hit by an enemy, because you were too busy oogling your Squadmate - began to near-smother the ache from your injury.
With confidence, you expected the Sankta to flatly point out your blunder in a tone lowered slightly in disappointment, as he advised you to not repeat the same mistake in the future or remarked that he should’ve declined the Doctor’s suggestion to have you function as his partner for this operation. None of those came, however.
In contrast - stark contrast - to the scenarios you’d imagined, Executor’s facial expression became one of slightly furrowed brows with faint downturn of his lips, and then his voice left him in careful words, “I apologize for my lack of attention to our surroundings. I failed to notice and warn you of the threat in time.” A thoughtful pause, and his eyes flicked to your injury before returning to yours, “I will ensure I do not repeat this mistake on subsequent occasions.”
You blinked, and for a moment you wanted to ask him to repeat what he said because you were certain you must’ve heard it wrong. Your injury had been your own mistake, not his; despite, you had rarely ever heard the Sankta’s voice laced with the sincerity it was as his words of apology left him.
Finally, your voice escaped the grip of your previous embarrassment and you managed a reply, “I-It’s alright. It’s my fault, Executor, I wasn’t paying attention. You don’t have to be concerned about it-” His head tilted to the side, then shook it in a near imperceptible movement, “Negative. The safety of my partner for this Operation is a logical cause for my concern.”
Everyone who knew him would firmly agree that he was not a man who ever said things simply out of courtesy. Therefore, the genuinity of this concern - his concern over you - was undoubtable. He felt wholly and truly responsible, for your injury and for ensuring your safety.
“E-Executor-” Your words vanished from you and your thoughts scattered once more as Executor returned his attention to your injury, “The projectile is not an Originium product, there is no risk of Oripathy Infection.” He angled his head to inspect the site of the injury further, then he continued, “Resulted injury is a puncture wound, estimated to be a few inches in depth. Non-lifethreatening.”
The blue of his irises lost a fraction of its sharpness when his eyes left the arrow bolt in your shoulder to find your own eyes once more, “On-field medical treatment is advised. Rest assured that I am qualified to administer.” If they weren't before already, your eyes were widened incredulously now, “You want to
patch me up?” Executor nodded, “If you will allow me, yes.” Your own nod came in a slow reply, “Yes, I'm okay with that
” His gaze focused onto your injury, “Very well.”
With that, his hands placed, one cupped your shoulder and the other held your arm steady. You half-expected a firm grip, one not aware or not caring of the force it was exerting.
Instead, Executor’s hands were careful, only applying necessary pressure; the warmth of his palms seeped through the thin fabric of his gloves and offered some soothe to the ache of your injury. Were these really the forceful hands that tore the heart out of a beast? The unexpected gentleness of his touch caused heat to rise to your cheeks and your heartbeat to quicken within your ribcage.
This certainly couldn't be the same Executor whom even your fellow Elite Operators were uncomfortable working with because of his callousness. After all, this Executor’s concern for you was evident; in the way he had instantly been at your side the moment he noticed you’d been attacked, in the way he apologized for what he believed to be his failure in protecting you, and in the way was now tending to your injury. ‘Callous’ was antonymous with ‘concern’, it was impossible for him to encapsulate both. You had yet to witness a display of his supposed lack-of-a-heart, and all but witnessed his evidence of one - a heart misread by many and miscommunicated to many, a heart abstruse.
Yes, anyone with eyes could state with confidence that Executor was handsome; it seemed, however, that you were the only who was now being settled upon with the realization that, ‘and he’s a gentleman’.
Your heart was rapid within your chest, your cheeks flushed a pink hue, - and your eyes could not remove themselves from Executor. Any attempt you made to avert your attention failed, as whenever you flicked your gaze away, it still inevitably fixed onto his careful hands, or his assured movements, or his focus-sharpened face. He unearthed a tourniquet from the black bag he had slung around his shoulder, briefly explained to you that he would apply it in order to halt blood flow and limit excessive bleeding.
He carefully set the arm of your injured shoulder to rest across your stomach, a more comfortable position and one that supports the vulnerable limb enough for the time being, “Please maintain this position, and refrain from moving or attempting to use your arm until we rejoin our Squad. A Medic Operator is required to properly attend to your injury.”, All you managed is a high-pitched sound, a “mhm” in reply.
You silently said thank you to the fact that applying the tourniquet on your arm required majority of his focus, else you were aware he would’ve noticed you staring yet again.
Your eyes studied each of his facial features, each line of his face. His eyes didn’t display enough emotion to discern, as they never did, however your closeness allowed you to notice how concentration sharpened them as he twisted the tourniquet and how the city lights illuminated the light blue hue of his irises; the ivory strands of his hair fell slightly into his gaze as he tilted his head down to properly view your injury, and your hand twitched to tuck the straying pieces away back into their place; his pale skin on his face was without blemishes, and you silently argued with yourself over if his cheeks would be cool or warm to the touch.
You didn’t have to continue mentally debating with yourself over it for very long, as your arm not effected by your injury suddenly lifted to allow your hand to cradle his cheek. Warm; the surface of his skin is warm, and under the contact of your palm, you notice his cheek becomes warmer.
Executor stiffened completely to the point of being statuesque, from his hands ceasing their task of securing your tourniquet to his lungs failing to expand with air for a moment; the only movement was of his hair falling to obscure his eyes. You initially mistook his flinch for discomfort, and you almost pulled your hand away in worry that he would push it away himself.
Again, however, Executor averted your expectations.
He tilts his head in a slow and small movement towards your touch, then he slowly allowed his gaze to drift to yours. No words produced from his throat until after a small while, when your code name was uttered from his lips and he continued in words of question, “...What do you require? Is your injury causing you excessive pain, or do you feel abnormal symptoms?” You didn’t provide an answer to his queries, unless what you blurted out next could be called a sufficient answer.
“Executor, you're pretty.”
He did not reply to you, initially. The Sankta remained unmoving, not even a twitch of his fingers or a blink of his eyes, for a long moment; when he finally did move, it was in a series of slow blinks. Then, his lungs suddenly pulled in a curt inhale of air and his eyes widened, albeit so little you would've missed had you not been leaned in closer to him.
“I
” He cleared his throat, “I am unsure what you mean.”
His reply was near priceless, as you didn't think such a straightforward statement would require elaboration; the only other thing you couldn't possibly put a fitting price on was the near-imperceptibly stunned expression that had quickly fallen onto his face.
Chiming with a light giggle, you pressed your hand closer to his cheek and reiterated in a tone firm with insistence, “As in, you're attractive. No wonder everyone in that Engineering Dormitory insists on asking you out non-stop.” Your addendum to your original statement did little to relieve Executor of his puzzled state, and did everything to exacerbate it. “Pardon. I am afraid I do not understand your wording.” His voice was loyal to that which was typical of him, as it did not falter and remained cool as usual; it was his facial features, that betrayed him.
The size of his pupils shrunk as his eyes widened a fraction more, his jaw tightened visibly as he attempted to catch his lips from falling agape, and his eyebrows lowered to knit slightly in a confused furrow. All are changes you had never witnessed on his facial features before, and each new one you noticed began to cause your lips to upturn into a delighted grin. Most especially - the pink hue that faintly dusted his cheeks.
“Oh!” Your exclamation was raised in astonishment; you'd never once seen Executor’s pale cheeks saturated with any colour at all, not on any occasion, not to any person, not in reaction to anything. And yet, they were now flushed a rosy tint. The injury on your shoulder was forgotten completely; elation lifted your heart towards the sky and mirth played across on your facial features.
With glimmering eyes and an exultant smile, your voice melted out of you in a coo lifted with tease, “Now you look really pretty, blushing like that.”
Executor’s cheeks deepened in colour, however after that, you received no further reactions. You wondered if his brain abruptly quit functioning when it received your words, unfamiliar words that it failed to process; his gaze didn’t leave your face for even a glance, his facial expression froze in wide eyes and flushed cheeks, and he halted all his movement, somehow even including the natural movements of his blackened halo and wings.
Much to your even further amusement, you were reminded of when the Rhodes Island computer terminals displayed the error with the blue screen that instructed to restart the device.
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hello lola ^^ t'is i :3 may i ask for general relationship hcs w hoshiguma, texas and dusk? ty <3 glockforcer's u lovingly. get glockforcer'd NERD <3
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↬ dusk, hoshiguma, and texas dating hcs
content warnings: brief mentions of drinking/alcohol
note: WELL WELL WELL. LOOK WHO WE HAVE HERE. HOW DOES REVENGE TASTE. anwyays i hope u like it àŽŠà”àŽŠàŽżáą._.ᐱ₎ i hope u dont get pot 9 swaltered
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↬ as DUSK's partner, you've earned the vaguely-coveted privilege of being one of the rare guests she'll accomodate, if not the only one.. initially she may scold you for even knocking at her door despite inviting you over, but she's grown to expect your distinct way of rapping at her door, even letting out a little sigh through her nose as you step inside — you took far too long. are you trying to force her to go outside?
↬ a lot of your dates will be of the more unconventional kind, too. occasions where she leaves her room are few and far between, after all. dusk even has a tendency to call anything involving you willingly being nearby — accompanying her back after a mission, or hanging out in her (if you're lucky, even your) room — a date of some sort.
↬ of course, dusk often spouts something or other about how fortunate you are to even watch her paint, let alone spend so much time with her... but the long silences that stretch out between you, punctuated only by the sounds of your breathing, the flick of her brush against paper, the occasional frustrated sigh — stop moving. i have to get your eye right...
↬ ...well, she would be lying if she said she's anything short of fond of them.
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↬ HOSHIGUMA is as steady and constant a lover as her shield is a barrier in battle. she wouldn't exactly call herself a creature of habit, but she has a tendency to go looking for you soon after she clocks out from work. her duty is to the lgd, to rhodes island — but her heart belongs to you, as cheesy as it is.
↬ she's very observant when it comes to you, too. she has a tendency to remember some of the smallest details, like how your expression shifts when you're upset or what outfit you wore on a date a few months back. she's just as dependable as she is to her coworkers, but of course, her coworkers aren't privy to the promises she makes to you between kisses, or the way she smiles as she steps into place beside you, one hand on your waist.
↬ on that note, she seems very much like an actions-speak-louder-than-words type of person. she won't be too touchy if you don't want her to be, but that doesn't stop her from offering to carry your bags every time she catches you running errands, or snickering as she helps reach for an object on an annoyingly-high shelf.
↬ one of hoshiguma's favourite things, though, is to rest her head against the crown of yours, whether it be while standing next to you, or while you're wrapped up in her arms. she'll press a kiss to your cheeks, your eyelids, the corner of your lips, the scent of alcohol light on her breath. did you miss her? she had a long day today — couldn't turn down the offer to go drinking with the rest. don't worry, though — from now until the sun rises tomorrow (and the day after that, and after that, and...) she's nothing but yours.
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↬ true to the "ice queen" nickname that exusiai gave her, TEXAS isn't necessarily the type to be overly forward with her affections. that doesn't mean she forgoes them entirely, of course — she'd just very much prefer it if she didn't hear exusiai and sora cheering her on from the next room over.
↬ she seems very much like the type of person to bring up the fact that she's in a relationship until she gets caught calling you her partner, or saying a soft, love you too when you call her while she's at work. she's pretty casual when it comes to other aspects of her relationship with you, too. she'll gladly hold your hand in public, press little kisses to your cheek, wipe away bits of food stuck to your face with her thumb, and the only change in her expression will be the hint of a smile, or the slightest tinge of a blush on her cheeks.
↬ taking you out on drives is an absolute must. it's an important part of the date routine — she'll come pick you up and let you choose the radio station from your spot in the passenger seat. even if you haven't decided on what to do yet, the sight alone of you sitting next to her, your eyes tracing the lungmen skyline as the car rumbles past, is enough for her.
↬ and — don't tell the girls, she'll say amusedly — it's nice to take a break from the sound of gunshots, and explosions, and raucous laughter sometimes. no matter what kind of trouble you might drag her into, she's confident she can pull you both out of it... and as a reward, she gets to watch how your hand shyly inches closer to hers, or feel how your breath stutters as she offers you a taste of her chocolate by pulling you into a kiss.
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Exe's Current WIP and Requests Queue 📝💕!!
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Hiya everyone evsgshe 💕! I hope all of you have been well đŸ„°~
I wanted to share what I have in the works right now and also what I have planned ahead aaaa đŸ€”!
Firstly, what I'm working on currently is this request for Jaye đŸ„ș!! I haven't written for him since my Valentine's Day event, and he was v fun to write for aaaa 🙏 so I'm happy to do it again!
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As for what I have that I'd like to do afterward svdhgde please continue reading if it the news interests you đŸ„ș If not, then please have a good day and remember to take care of yourself 💕~
Mostly, I picked requests for characters I've been wanting a long time to write for wbsjhe 😭
There's a cute request for Enforcer aaa (my first 'kissing session' piece with Executor and SilverAsh was lots of fun so I'm happy to have a reason to write another one đŸ„°~):
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And also, a v v adorable and creative request for Lumen 😭! I thought this idea was super cute and fit Lumen well, so I most definitely want to do it!:
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Then, this sweet and fluffy request for Czerny đŸ„ș! Since that post I made about his skin lolosljske and also the rerun of the Lingering Echos event, I was hoping for an opportunity with Czerny's character as I haven't written for him before svshhs đŸ€”!:
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And finally, I'm considering sneaking in this request for Executor the Ex Foedere 💕😭! (It's the first and only request for 'Rico's alter I've gotten so far sbsjhde so tysm for sending it in đŸČ anon!) I'm Exe after all, so of course I've been really hoping for an opportunity to write for Executor the Ex Foedere...😖💞!
I have a few ideas of my own for pieces I could write for 'Rico's alternate, but you guys always have v creative ideas sbsjsh so I'm also waiting on more requests for him from anyone who's willing 🙏đŸ„ș!!:
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As usual, this queue is subject to change and additions svshhs 💕! I always like to have a balance between female characters and male characters, as well as more popular characters (such as SilverAsh and Phantom!) and more underrated characters (such as Czerny!), so I tend to center my request queue on said balance 👍
(I'm hoping for some Arknights wife requests to balance out the husband requests lololsbsjs đŸ„ș)
Anywho, please do continue send in requests svshhs đŸ€Č they make me v happy to receive and I'm always v grateful for each one~ and my work for the blog wouldn't be possible without them!
That's all for now 💕! I hope you'll all look forward to what I have upcoming and I'll promise to do my best for all of you as always đŸ„șđŸ„°~
Thank you v much for your time if you've read this far aaa 🙏 Please remember to take care of yourselves and I hope you'll keep sticking around 💕! Please have a good day đŸŒŒ!!
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Yours Truly,
- An Exe at work 💕! (and a 'Rico/Executor who kindly reminds everyone that we both love all of you lots svhdhdd!!)
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arknights-imagines · 2 months
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Exe's Current WIP and Requests Queue 📝💕!!
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Hiya everyone evsgshe 💕! I hope all of you have been well đŸ„°~
I wanted to share what I have in the works right now and also what I have planned ahead aaaa đŸ€”!
Firstly, what I'm working on currently is this request for Jaye đŸ„ș!! I haven't written for him since my Valentine's Day event, and he was v fun to write for aaaa 🙏 so I'm happy to do it again!
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As for what I have that I'd like to do afterward svdhgde please continue reading if it the news interests you đŸ„ș If not, then please have a good day and remember to take care of yourself 💕~
Mostly, I picked requests for characters I've been wanting a long time to write for wbsjhe 😭
There's a cute request for Enforcer aaa (my first 'kissing session' piece with Executor and SilverAsh was lots of fun so I'm happy to have a reason to write another one đŸ„°~):
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And also, a v v adorable and creative request for Lumen 😭! I thought this idea was super cute and fit Lumen well, so I most definitely want to do it!:
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Then, this sweet and fluffy request for Czerny đŸ„ș! Since that post I made about his skin lolosljske and also the rerun of the Lingering Echos event, I was hoping for an opportunity with Czerny's character as I haven't written for him before svshhs đŸ€”!:
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And finally, I'm considering sneaking in this request for Executor the Ex Foedere 💕😭! (It's the first and only request for 'Rico's alter I've gotten so far sbsjhde so tysm for sending it in đŸČ anon!) I'm Exe after all, so of course I've been really hoping for an opportunity to write for Executor the Ex Foedere...😖💞!
I have a few ideas of my own for pieces I could write for 'Rico's alternate, but you guys always have v creative ideas sbsjsh so I'm also waiting on more requests for him from anyone who's willing 🙏đŸ„ș!!:
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As usual, this queue is subject to change and additions svshhs 💕! I always like to have a balance between female characters and male characters, as well as more popular characters (such as SilverAsh and Phantom!) and more underrated characters (such as Czerny!), so I tend to center my request queue on said balance 👍
(I'm hoping for some Arknights wife requests to balance out the husband requests lololsbsjs đŸ„ș)
Anywho, please do continue send in requests svshhs đŸ€Č they make me v happy to receive and I'm always v grateful for each one~ and my work for the blog wouldn't be possible without them!
That's all for now 💕! I hope you'll all look forward to what I have upcoming and I'll promise to do my best for all of you as always đŸ„șđŸ„°~
Thank you v much for your time if you've read this far aaa 🙏 Please remember to take care of yourselves and I hope you'll keep sticking around 💕! Please have a good day đŸŒŒ!!
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Yours Truly,
- An Exe at work 💕! (and a 'Rico/Executor who kindly reminds everyone that we both love all of you lots svhdhdd!!)
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Exe's Current WIP and Requests Queue 📝💕!!
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Hiya everyone evsgshe 💕! I hope all of you have been well đŸ„°~
I wanted to share what I have in the works right now and also what I have planned ahead aaaa đŸ€”!
Firstly, what I'm working on currently is this request for Jaye đŸ„ș!! I haven't written for him since my Valentine's Day event, and he was v fun to write for aaaa 🙏 so I'm happy to do it again!
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As for what I have that I'd like to do afterward svdhgde please continue reading if it the news interests you đŸ„ș If not, then please have a good day and remember to take care of yourself 💕~
Mostly, I picked requests for characters I've been wanting a long time to write for wbsjhe 😭
There's a cute request for Enforcer aaa (my first 'kissing session' piece with Executor and SilverAsh was lots of fun so I'm happy to have a reason to write another one đŸ„°~):
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And also, a v v adorable and creative request for Lumen 😭! I thought this idea was super cute and fit Lumen well, so I most definitely want to do it!:
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Then, this sweet and fluffy request for Czerny đŸ„ș! Since that post I made about his skin lolosljske and also the rerun of the Lingering Echos event, I was hoping for an opportunity with Czerny's character as I haven't written for him before svshhs đŸ€”!:
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And finally, I'm considering sneaking in this request for Executor the Ex Foedere 💕😭! (It's the first and only request for 'Rico's alter I've gotten so far sbsjhde so tysm for sending it in đŸČ anon!) I'm Exe after all, so of course I've been really hoping for an opportunity to write for Executor the Ex Foedere...😖💞!
I have a few ideas of my own for pieces I could write for 'Rico's alternate, but you guys always have v creative ideas sbsjsh so I'm also waiting on more requests for him from anyone who's willing 🙏đŸ„ș!!:
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As usual, this queue is subject to change and additions svshhs 💕! I always like to have a balance between female characters and male characters, as well as more popular characters (such as SilverAsh and Phantom!) and more underrated characters (such as Czerny!), so I tend to center my request queue on said balance 👍
(I'm hoping for some Arknights wife requests to balance out the husband requests lololsbsjs đŸ„ș)
Anywho, please do continue send in requests svshhs đŸ€Č they make me v happy to receive and I'm always v grateful for each one~ and my work for the blog wouldn't be possible without them!
That's all for now 💕! I hope you'll all look forward to what I have upcoming and I'll promise to do my best for all of you as always đŸ„șđŸ„°~
Thank you v much for your time if you've read this far aaa 🙏 Please remember to take care of yourselves and I hope you'll keep sticking around 💕! Please have a good day đŸŒŒ!!
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Yours Truly,
- An Exe at work 💕! (and a 'Rico/Executor who kindly reminds everyone that we both love all of you lots svhdhdd!!)
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Exe's Current WIP and Requests Queue 📝💕!!
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Hiya everyone evsgshe 💕! I hope all of you have been well đŸ„°~
I wanted to share what I have in the works right now and also what I have planned ahead aaaa đŸ€”!
Firstly, what I'm working on currently is this request for Jaye đŸ„ș!! I haven't written for him since my Valentine's Day event, and he was v fun to write for aaaa 🙏 so I'm happy to do it again!
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As for what I have that I'd like to do afterward svdhgde please continue reading if it the news interests you đŸ„ș If not, then please have a good day and remember to take care of yourself 💕~
Mostly, I picked requests for characters I've been wanting a long time to write for wbsjhe 😭
There's a cute request for Enforcer aaa (my first 'kissing session' piece with Executor and SilverAsh was lots of fun so I'm happy to have a reason to write another one đŸ„°~):
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And also, a v v adorable and creative request for Lumen 😭! I thought this idea was super cute and fit Lumen well, so I most definitely want to do it!:
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Then, this sweet and fluffy request for Czerny đŸ„ș! Since that post I made about his skin lolosljske and also the rerun of the Lingering Echos event, I was hoping for an opportunity with Czerny's character as I haven't written for him before svshhs đŸ€”!:
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And finally, I'm considering sneaking in this request for Executor the Ex Foedere 💕😭! (It's the first and only request for 'Rico's alter I've gotten so far sbsjhde so tysm for sending it in đŸČ anon!) I'm Exe after all, so of course I've been really hoping for an opportunity to write for Executor the Ex Foedere...😖💞!
I have a few ideas of my own for pieces I could write for 'Rico's alternate, but you guys always have v creative ideas sbsjsh so I'm also waiting on more requests for him from anyone who's willing 🙏đŸ„ș!!:
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As usual, this queue is subject to change and additions svshhs 💕! I always like to have a balance between female characters and male characters, as well as more popular characters (such as SilverAsh and Phantom!) and more underrated characters (such as Czerny!), so I tend to center my request queue on said balance 👍
(I'm hoping for some Arknights wife requests to balance out the husband requests lololsbsjs đŸ„ș)
Anywho, please do continue send in requests svshhs đŸ€Č they make me v happy to receive and I'm always v grateful for each one~ and my work for the blog wouldn't be possible without them!
That's all for now 💕! I hope you'll all look forward to what I have upcoming and I'll promise to do my best for all of you as always đŸ„șđŸ„°~
Thank you v much for your time if you've read this far aaa 🙏 Please remember to take care of yourselves and I hope you'll keep sticking around 💕! Please have a good day đŸŒŒ!!
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Yours Truly,
- An Exe at work 💕! (and a 'Rico/Executor who kindly reminds everyone that we both love all of you lots svhdhdd!!)
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Hiya sgsushs 💞! So, I just finished watching the Arknights 4th Anniversary Stream, and I just had to say:
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The sheep!! 😭đŸ„ș🐑
I was snickering when these were revealed as the hostiles for this event 😭 Most definitely the cutest Arknights enemies we'll go up against 💕!!
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(just look at them dance svshvse 😭)
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AHHHHH CZERNY JUST GOT A SKIN AND IM GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET IN THE AIR COS GOD DAMNNN HES SO FINE WHY DIDNT I NOTICE WHEN HE CAME OUT???
Hiya anon abjshs! Tysm for sending in an ask and I hope you're well 💕!
Anywho, yes!! Czerny's new skin 😭!! It's called Freeland Tuneseeker, and sbsjbsj...
Yes, I have to agree, look at him!! 😼:
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When I first opened Arknights and saw the skin on the notifications board, I almost didn't realize it was Czerny đŸ˜­đŸ˜¶ it took me a few seconds to notice!
He definitely looks super handsome, I agree with you, anon 💕!!
His skin is v v different than how he was dressed at his release, which I think is why we're suddenly going "whoa!?" only now lololsnjss đŸ˜­đŸ˜¶ just look at his default outfit compared to his skin!:
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I feel that his default outfit is more of a "gentleman" handsome and his skin is a "whoa!" and "I'm giggling and kicking my feet rn" (like you said!!) handsome, lololiaosjs, if that makes any sense 😭
There's certainly a big difference!:
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("who's this new operator? wait...czerny?!")
I feel that it's definitely the fact that, in his skin, he's without his monocle and has a very different aesthetic of his outfit đŸ€” (and maybe the motorcycle adds some handsome-factor too lololsnjss)
I can definitely imagining myself writing something for Czerny based off all of this lololsnjss but maybe it's too silly đŸ˜­đŸ˜¶
Anywho! I can definitely see what you're saying anon lololsnjss 💕 I wonder if this skin alone will make more Arknights players into Cznery fans? đŸ€”
Again, ty for your ask anon đŸ„°!! Remember to take care of yourself and I hope you'll stick around! Please have a great day 💘!
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AHHHHH CZERNY JUST GOT A SKIN AND IM GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET IN THE AIR COS GOD DAMNNN HES SO FINE WHY DIDNT I NOTICE WHEN HE CAME OUT???
Hiya anon abjshs! Tysm for sending in an ask and I hope you're well 💕!
Anywho, yes!! Czerny's new skin 😭!! It's called Freeland Tuneseeker, and sbsjbsj...
Yes, I have to agree, look at him!! 😼:
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When I first opened Arknights and saw the skin on the notifications board, I almost didn't realize it was Czerny đŸ˜­đŸ˜¶ it took me a few seconds to notice!
He definitely looks super handsome, I agree with you, anon 💕!!
His skin is v v different than how he was dressed at his release, which I think is why we're suddenly going "whoa!?" only now lololsnjss đŸ˜­đŸ˜¶ just look at his default outfit compared to his skin!:
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I feel that his default outfit is more of a "gentleman" handsome and his skin is a "whoa!" and "I'm giggling and kicking my feet rn" (like you said!!) handsome, lololiaosjs, if that makes any sense 😭
There's certainly a big difference!:
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("who's this new operator? wait...czerny?!")
I feel that it's definitely the fact that, in his skin, he's without his monocle and has a very different aesthetic of his outfit đŸ€” (and maybe the motorcycle adds some handsome-factor too lololsnjss)
I can definitely imagining myself writing something for Czerny based off all of this lololsnjss but maybe it's too silly đŸ˜­đŸ˜¶
Anywho! I can definitely see what you're saying anon lololsnjss 💕 I wonder if this skin alone will make more Arknights players into Cznery fans? đŸ€”
Again, ty for your ask anon đŸ„°!! Remember to take care of yourself and I hope you'll stick around! Please have a great day 💘!
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Tbh I was thinking of a scenario in my head about doktah (or U) being injured and Rico was taking care of U and U cupped his cheek and called him pretty, he was confused but flustered a bit (insert glitching computer sounds) anyway i luv u and anyone who’s reading this 😍
- đŸČ anon
Hiya there đŸČ anon! Tysm for your request (and I love you too sbsuwh đŸ„°!!)
I knew I wanted one of the first things I posted after being away for v long to be a request for Executor/'Rico, so your request was perfectly timed and I loved your idea lots aaa! It's v v cute and I feel it fits Executor/'Rico v well đŸ„ș💕!!
I'm a li'l nervous since I feel I'm a bit rusty shiuhge 😭...! But, I had fun with this one and it feels good to be back aaa I hope I did Executor justice here 🙏
Anywho, to you and everyone else, I hope you all enjoy đŸ„°!!
Taglist for Executor/All Writing!:
@donsofwaste
@tiredstudents
@marahuyos
@vesvic
@cl3v-j
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Imagine format; mostly in the perspective of the reader, written in second person!
Contains: Executor, gender-neutral Operator as the reader, acquaintances to crushes relationship lolojshd, mentions of things and references to lots of from Executor's archive files, minor injuries and violence, the reader is one of Rhodes Island's Elite Operators, the reader is a li'l bit of a flirt lololsjs, nameless and gender-neutral Doctor as a background character, humour, fluff 💕!
Word count: a little over 2.7k!
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All Rhodes Island Operators were allowed to work alongside and be dispatched on Operations with each other. Such was a simple fact, and an obvious one; of course it would be bizarre for Rhodes Island, with their policy of levelling all who they employ as equal and for not tolerating discrimination irrespective of one’s reasons, to restrict certain Operators from being assigned into Squads together.
The case of Executor, however, was unavoidably more complicated different.
While all Rhodes Island Operators were allowed to be sent into combat with Executor - that didn’t mean all Rhodes Island Operators were willing to be sent into combat with Executor.
When you had approached the Doctor regarding the subject before boarding the transport that was to take you to the site of your next Operation - you had been assigned to an Operation, along with a party of other Elite Operators that included the Sankta in question, that was a hostage-rescue in Columbia -, they looked off to where Executor was stood counting his ammunition nearby then shrugged.
You had tilted your head to the side and so the Doctor elaborated, “He’s more than capable of handling the perimeter of the Operation ite by himself, and besides, no one on the Squad was agreed to being deployed with him. It’s not unusual, considering his
 reputation.” A lift of one of your eyebrows was paired with a puzzled mutter, “But, it’d still be better for him to have some sort of back up. And, what ‘reputation’? Do you mean how he has those people from the Engineering Department always flirting with him?”
It was the Doctor’s turn to tilt their head to the side now, before their voice left them slowly, “No, that’s not what I was-
” They paused, studying your facial features then shifting their gaze from you to Executor, “I was referring to other...things
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Be it his direct completion of any combat task assigned to him, the immense amount of collateral damage left in nearly all of his mission sites, or that account from the deeply-fazed Operator who was deployed as his partner once, of how Executor barehandedly tore out the heart of a beast directly from its chest - that last one had soon become a Rhodes Island horror story, reimagining Executor as some form of a boogieman impersonating as a Sankta -, majority of Operators had an excuse as to why they would prefer not to be near the ever-composed Sankta during Operations.
The Doctor had long observed a pattern in your behaviour when near Executor, that was in stark contrast to everyone else; though his presence caused most to snap their back straight and tighten the line of their shoulders, your posture when with him instead was always eased with not even the slightest indicator of tension.
Perhaps then, there was one Operator willing to be sent into combat with Executor, the Doctor reassessed.
Such reassessment is the reason as to why you and Executor were in the position you both were currently - together on a short rooftop in order to provide ranged support as the rest of the Squad rescued the hostages and subdued the hostiles.
The choice to deploy you with Executor was surprisingly beneficial, as two pairs of eyes are better at one pair in regards to surveying for threats. Despite that the rest of the Squad had initially looked at the Doctor as though they’d grown a pair of Sarkaz ears and gained a Phidian tail all at once, they now concluded yours and Executor’s position together for this Operator as all part of the Doctor’s plan.
However, you would’ve argued that your eyes slowly becoming more occupied with staring at the Sankta in wordless awe - those rumours about how his appearance was candy for one’s eyes were in fact not simple rumours at all, you realized - rather than your eyes being focused on the Operation site below and the surrounding area, was not part of the Doctor’s plan.
You would’ve argued again that your distracted state caused by Executor’s close proximity resulting in you failing to notice the hostile crossbowman a few rooftops away with you as his target, until his bolt was already fired and struck into your shoulder, was not part of the Doctor’s plan.
“Ghk!” You gulped down the pained yelp as the arrowhead suddenly pierced into your body, and instead a strained grunt of effort covered over it as you lifted the weapon-bearing arm upward in a swift movement; snapping your eyes off of their spot previously super-glued onto Executor’s face, you narrow your gaze and fix it onto the now-fleeing crossbowman. Trusting your own aim as an Elite Operator, you raise your weapon without much ceremony and fire.
A relieved huff leaves your lungs after the crossbowman crumbles to the ground after your weapon-fire hits him in a direct headshot. That relief was momentary, however, as the sharpened ache throughout your entire arm quickly reminded you of the crossbow bolt in your shoulder.
Executor’s attention was rapt on your form once gravity yanked your body downward and sent your knees to collide harshly with the concrete below you; immediately, he was across the rooftop and wrapping a secure arm around your waist to assist you in sitting onto the ground with your back leaning against the ledge of the rooftop.
“You have been hit with an enemy projectile. Do not move.” His voice left him in a stable tone as expected, while his eyes scanned over your body in search of any further harm, then lingering your injury, before they settled onto your face. Your mouth opened to speak, only to shut when his gaze fixed to yours; a hue of scarlet rose onto your cheeks and your eyes averted from his own, despite that they’d been firmly locked onto him just moments earlier. The heaviness of your embarrassment - you’d just been hit by an enemy, because you were too busy oogling your Squadmate - began to near-smother the ache from your injury.
With confidence, you expected the Sankta to flatly point out your blunder in a tone lowered slightly in disappointment, as he advised you to not repeat the same mistake in the future or remarked that he should’ve declined the Doctor’s suggestion to have you function as his partner for this operation. None of those came, however.
In contrast - stark contrast - to the scenarios you’d imagined, Executor’s facial expression became one of slightly furrowed brows with faint downturn of his lips, and then his voice left him in careful words, “I apologize for my lack of attention to our surroundings. I failed to notice and warn you of the threat in time.” A thoughtful pause, and his eyes flicked to your injury before returning to yours, “I will ensure I do not repeat this mistake on subsequent occasions.”
You blinked, and for a moment you wanted to ask him to repeat what he said because you were certain you must’ve heard it wrong. Your injury had been your own mistake, not his; despite, you had rarely ever heard the Sankta’s voice laced with the sincerity it was as his words of apology left him.
Finally, your voice escaped the grip of your previous embarrassment and you managed a reply, “I-It’s alright. It’s my fault, Executor, I wasn’t paying attention. You don’t have to be concerned about it-” His head tilted to the side, then shook it in a near imperceptible movement, “Negative. The safety of my partner for this Operation is a logical cause for my concern.”
Everyone who knew him would firmly agree that he was not a man who ever said things simply out of courtesy. Therefore, the genuinity of this concern - his concern over you - was undoubtable. He felt wholly and truly responsible, for your injury and for ensuring your safety.
“E-Executor-” Your words vanished from you and your thoughts scattered once more as Executor returned his attention to your injury, “The projectile is not an Originium product, there is no risk of Oripathy Infection.” He angled his head to inspect the site of the injury further, then he continued, “Resulted injury is a puncture wound, estimated to be a few inches in depth. Non-lifethreatening.”
The blue of his irises lost a fraction of its sharpness when his eyes left the arrow bolt in your shoulder to find your own eyes once more, “On-field medical treatment is advised. Rest assured that I am qualified to administer.” If they weren't before already, your eyes were widened incredulously now, “You want to
patch me up?” Executor nodded, “If you will allow me, yes.” Your own nod came in a slow reply, “Yes, I'm okay with that
” His gaze focused onto your injury, “Very well.”
With that, his hands placed, one cupped your shoulder and the other held your arm steady. You half-expected a firm grip, one not aware or not caring of the force it was exerting.
Instead, Executor’s hands were careful, only applying necessary pressure; the warmth of his palms seeped through the thin fabric of his gloves and offered some soothe to the ache of your injury. Were these really the forceful hands that tore the heart out of a beast? The unexpected gentleness of his touch caused heat to rise to your cheeks and your heartbeat to quicken within your ribcage.
This certainly couldn't be the same Executor whom even your fellow Elite Operators were uncomfortable working with because of his callousness. After all, this Executor’s concern for you was evident; in the way he had instantly been at your side the moment he noticed you’d been attacked, in the way he apologized for what he believed to be his failure in protecting you, and in the way was now tending to your injury. ‘Callous’ was antonymous with ‘concern’, it was impossible for him to encapsulate both. You had yet to witness a display of his supposed lack-of-a-heart, and all but witnessed his evidence of one - a heart misread by many and miscommunicated to many, a heart abstruse.
Yes, anyone with eyes could state with confidence that Executor was handsome; it seemed, however, that you were the only who was now being settled upon with the realization that, ‘and he’s a gentleman’.
Your heart was rapid within your chest, your cheeks flushed a pink hue, - and your eyes could not remove themselves from Executor. Any attempt you made to avert your attention failed, as whenever you flicked your gaze away, it still inevitably fixed onto his careful hands, or his assured movements, or his focus-sharpened face. He unearthed a tourniquet from the black bag he had slung around his shoulder, briefly explained to you that he would apply it in order to halt blood flow and limit excessive bleeding.
He carefully set the arm of your injured shoulder to rest across your stomach, a more comfortable position and one that supports the vulnerable limb enough for the time being, “Please maintain this position, and refrain from moving or attempting to use your arm until we rejoin our Squad. A Medic Operator is required to properly attend to your injury.”, All you managed is a high-pitched sound, a “mhm” in reply.
You silently said thank you to the fact that applying the tourniquet on your arm required majority of his focus, else you were aware he would’ve noticed you staring yet again.
Your eyes studied each of his facial features, each line of his face. His eyes didn’t display enough emotion to discern, as they never did, however your closeness allowed you to notice how concentration sharpened them as he twisted the tourniquet and how the city lights illuminated the light blue hue of his irises; the ivory strands of his hair fell slightly into his gaze as he tilted his head down to properly view your injury, and your hand twitched to tuck the straying pieces away back into their place; his pale skin on his face was without blemishes, and you silently argued with yourself over if his cheeks would be cool or warm to the touch.
You didn’t have to continue mentally debating with yourself over it for very long, as your arm not effected by your injury suddenly lifted to allow your hand to cradle his cheek. Warm; the surface of his skin is warm, and under the contact of your palm, you notice his cheek becomes warmer.
Executor stiffened completely to the point of being statuesque, from his hands ceasing their task of securing your tourniquet to his lungs failing to expand with air for a moment; the only movement was of his hair falling to obscure his eyes. You initially mistook his flinch for discomfort, and you almost pulled your hand away in worry that he would push it away himself.
Again, however, Executor averted your expectations.
He tilts his head in a slow and small movement towards your touch, then he slowly allowed his gaze to drift to yours. No words produced from his throat until after a small while, when your code name was uttered from his lips and he continued in words of question, “...What do you require? Is your injury causing you excessive pain, or do you feel abnormal symptoms?” You didn’t provide an answer to his queries, unless what you blurted out next could be called a sufficient answer.
“Executor, you're pretty.”
He did not reply to you, initially. The Sankta remained unmoving, not even a twitch of his fingers or a blink of his eyes, for a long moment; when he finally did move, it was in a series of slow blinks. Then, his lungs suddenly pulled in a curt inhale of air and his eyes widened, albeit so little you would've missed had you not been leaned in closer to him.
“I
” He cleared his throat, “I am unsure what you mean.”
His reply was near priceless, as you didn't think such a straightforward statement would require elaboration; the only other thing you couldn't possibly put a fitting price on was the near-imperceptibly stunned expression that had quickly fallen onto his face.
Chiming with a light giggle, you pressed your hand closer to his cheek and reiterated in a tone firm with insistence, “As in, you're attractive. No wonder everyone in that Engineering Dormitory insists on asking you out non-stop.” Your addendum to your original statement did little to relieve Executor of his puzzled state, and did everything to exacerbate it. “Pardon. I am afraid I do not understand your wording.” His voice was loyal to that which was typical of him, as it did not falter and remained cool as usual; it was his facial features, that betrayed him.
The size of his pupils shrunk as his eyes widened a fraction more, his jaw tightened visibly as he attempted to catch his lips from falling agape, and his eyebrows lowered to knit slightly in a confused furrow. All are changes you had never witnessed on his facial features before, and each new one you noticed began to cause your lips to upturn into a delighted grin. Most especially - the pink hue that faintly dusted his cheeks.
“Oh!” Your exclamation was raised in astonishment; you'd never once seen Executor’s pale cheeks saturated with any colour at all, not on any occasion, not to any person, not in reaction to anything. And yet, they were now flushed a rosy tint. The injury on your shoulder was forgotten completely; elation lifted your heart towards the sky and mirth played across on your facial features.
With glimmering eyes and an exultant smile, your voice melted out of you in a coo lifted with tease, “Now you look really pretty, blushing like that.”
Executor’s cheeks deepened in colour, however after that, you received no further reactions. You wondered if his brain abruptly quit functioning when it received your words, unfamiliar words that it failed to process; his gaze didn’t leave your face for even a glance, his facial expression froze in wide eyes and flushed cheeks, and he halted all his movement, somehow even including the natural movements of his blackened halo and wings.
Much to your even further amusement, you were reminded of when the Rhodes Island computer terminals displayed the error with the blue screen that instructed to restart the device.
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Executor Alter's event will end soon and I haven't clear EX-CM stage yet (;w;)
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That little girl that kissed executor’s cheek:
Me: okay my turn to kiss him! 😊â˜ș
(I'm back from my mini birthday break and will be getting back to work and being active!)
Hiya anon shsushs đŸ„ș!! Tysm for your ask and please excuse me for replying to you late aaa 😭 I hope you've been well!
Anywho, when I saw your ask I cracked up in a li'l giggle lololsnjss 😭 I know exactly what and who you're talking about, and I've also been thinking about it lots!
For context svhshs Anon is talking about this scene in the Hortus de Escapismo event!
(slight spoilers for the story events of Hortus de Escapismo!!):
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The interactions between Liberi twins on the Sanctilaminium Ambrosii and Executor/'Rico were already v v sweet, such as him giving them his name, and him protecting them during the fire, and the twins thinking he was v scary at first but warming up to him so quickly đŸ„ș!! But, this moment was the absolute cutest lololsnjss 😭😖💕 I was smiling v much after reading it in the story...!
Estara giving our angel a kiss on the cheek for his courtesy aaaa omg đŸ„ș💞!!! And my heart completely melted at how you can see Executor's eyes soften after Estara goes off on her way 😭😖💕...!! (I can understand your wishing to be in Estara's place anon, lololsnjss 😭)
I couldn't help but think back to Executor's interaction with Vermeil and how different the two are svhssv, and how it's clear he's warmed a li'l more toward children 😭💞 his character development shown in the Hortus de Escapismo event is something I could rant about forever lololdbjde đŸ˜­đŸ˜¶
It's an especially funny call-back to his Operator Archives where its mentioned how Executor is canonically v v handsome and is always attracting lots of attention with his appearance 😭 the comment Gerald made after seeing the exchange made me snicker lololsnjss
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Gerald is v v right in saying that lololsnjss 💕 (our handsome angel with a shotgun snskhsjs)
Anywho anon! Tysm for sending this ask in so I had an opportunity to talk about this on the blog đŸ„ș it also happens that I was thinking about writing an imagine based on this li'l bit in the story, where the reader sees this happen and reacts loksjsis 😭 but I'm not sure yet aaa
(And please dw about missing out on kissing Executor's cheek, he'll allow kisses at anytime from any of those who love him đŸ„ș~)
Thank you for dropping by my inbox anon đŸ„° please remember to take care of yourself and I hope you'll stick around! Please have a great day 💘!
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Taglist for Executor Appreciation!:
@vesvic
@marahuyos
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Tbh I was thinking of a scenario in my head about doktah (or U) being injured and Rico was taking care of U and U cupped his cheek and called him pretty, he was confused but flustered a bit (insert glitching computer sounds) anyway i luv u and anyone who’s reading this 😍
- đŸČ anon
Hiya there đŸČ anon! Tysm for your request (and I love you too sbsuwh đŸ„°!!)
I knew I wanted one of the first things I posted after being away for v long to be a request for Executor/'Rico, so your request was perfectly timed and I loved your idea lots aaa! It's v v cute and I feel it fits Executor/'Rico v well đŸ„ș💕!!
I'm a li'l nervous since I feel I'm a bit rusty shiuhge 😭...! But, I had fun with this one and it feels good to be back aaa I hope I did Executor justice here 🙏
Anywho, to you and everyone else, I hope you all enjoy đŸ„°!!
Taglist for Executor/All Writing!:
@donsofwaste
@tiredstudents
@marahuyos
@vesvic
@cl3v-j
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Imagine format; mostly in the perspective of the reader, written in second person!
Contains: Executor, gender-neutral Operator as the reader, acquaintances to crushes relationship lolojshd, mentions of things and references to lots of from Executor's archive files, minor injuries and violence, the reader is one of Rhodes Island's Elite Operators, the reader is a li'l bit of a flirt lololsjs, nameless and gender-neutral Doctor as a background character, humour, fluff 💕!
Word count: a little over 2.7k!
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All Rhodes Island Operators were allowed to work alongside and be dispatched on Operations with each other. Such was a simple fact, and an obvious one; of course it would be bizarre for Rhodes Island, with their policy of levelling all who they employ as equal and for not tolerating discrimination irrespective of one’s reasons, to restrict certain Operators from being assigned into Squads together.
The case of Executor, however, was unavoidably more complicated different.
While all Rhodes Island Operators were allowed to be sent into combat with Executor - that didn’t mean all Rhodes Island Operators were willing to be sent into combat with Executor.
When you had approached the Doctor regarding the subject before boarding the transport that was to take you to the site of your next Operation - you had been assigned to an Operation, along with a party of other Elite Operators that included the Sankta in question, that was a hostage-rescue in Columbia -, they looked off to where Executor was stood counting his ammunition nearby then shrugged.
You had tilted your head to the side and so the Doctor elaborated, “He’s more than capable of handling the perimeter of the Operation ite by himself, and besides, no one on the Squad was agreed to being deployed with him. It’s not unusual, considering his
 reputation.” A lift of one of your eyebrows was paired with a puzzled mutter, “But, it’d still be better for him to have some sort of back up. And, what ‘reputation’? Do you mean how he has those people from the Engineering Department always flirting with him?”
It was the Doctor’s turn to tilt their head to the side now, before their voice left them slowly, “No, that’s not what I was-
” They paused, studying your facial features then shifting their gaze from you to Executor, “I was referring to other...things
”
Be it his direct completion of any combat task assigned to him, the immense amount of collateral damage left in nearly all of his mission sites, or that account from the deeply-fazed Operator who was deployed as his partner once, of how Executor barehandedly tore out the heart of a beast directly from its chest - that last one had soon become a Rhodes Island horror story, reimagining Executor as some form of a boogieman impersonating as a Sankta -, majority of Operators had an excuse as to why they would prefer not to be near the ever-composed Sankta during Operations.
The Doctor had long observed a pattern in your behaviour when near Executor, that was in stark contrast to everyone else; though his presence caused most to snap their back straight and tighten the line of their shoulders, your posture when with him instead was always eased with not even the slightest indicator of tension.
Perhaps then, there was one Operator willing to be sent into combat with Executor, the Doctor reassessed.
Such reassessment is the reason as to why you and Executor were in the position you both were currently - together on a short rooftop in order to provide ranged support as the rest of the Squad rescued the hostages and subdued the hostiles.
The choice to deploy you with Executor was surprisingly beneficial, as two pairs of eyes are better at one pair in regards to surveying for threats. Despite that the rest of the Squad had initially looked at the Doctor as though they’d grown a pair of Sarkaz ears and gained a Phidian tail all at once, they now concluded yours and Executor’s position together for this Operator as all part of the Doctor’s plan.
However, you would’ve argued that your eyes slowly becoming more occupied with staring at the Sankta in wordless awe - those rumours about how his appearance was candy for one’s eyes were in fact not simple rumours at all, you realized - rather than your eyes being focused on the Operation site below and the surrounding area, was not part of the Doctor’s plan.
You would’ve argued again that your distracted state caused by Executor’s close proximity resulting in you failing to notice the hostile crossbowman a few rooftops away with you as his target, until his bolt was already fired and struck into your shoulder, was not part of the Doctor’s plan.
“Ghk!” You gulped down the pained yelp as the arrowhead suddenly pierced into your body, and instead a strained grunt of effort covered over it as you lifted the weapon-bearing arm upward in a swift movement; snapping your eyes off of their spot previously super-glued onto Executor’s face, you narrow your gaze and fix it onto the now-fleeing crossbowman. Trusting your own aim as an Elite Operator, you raise your weapon without much ceremony and fire.
A relieved huff leaves your lungs after the crossbowman crumbles to the ground after your weapon-fire hits him in a direct headshot. That relief was momentary, however, as the sharpened ache throughout your entire arm quickly reminded you of the crossbow bolt in your shoulder.
Executor’s attention was rapt on your form once gravity yanked your body downward and sent your knees to collide harshly with the concrete below you; immediately, he was across the rooftop and wrapping a secure arm around your waist to assist you in sitting onto the ground with your back leaning against the ledge of the rooftop.
“You have been hit with an enemy projectile. Do not move.” His voice left him in a stable tone as expected, while his eyes scanned over your body in search of any further harm, then lingering your injury, before they settled onto your face. Your mouth opened to speak, only to shut when his gaze fixed to yours; a hue of scarlet rose onto your cheeks and your eyes averted from his own, despite that they’d been firmly locked onto him just moments earlier. The heaviness of your embarrassment - you’d just been hit by an enemy, because you were too busy oogling your Squadmate - began to near-smother the ache from your injury.
With confidence, you expected the Sankta to flatly point out your blunder in a tone lowered slightly in disappointment, as he advised you to not repeat the same mistake in the future or remarked that he should’ve declined the Doctor’s suggestion to have you function as his partner for this operation. None of those came, however.
In contrast - stark contrast - to the scenarios you’d imagined, Executor’s facial expression became one of slightly furrowed brows with faint downturn of his lips, and then his voice left him in careful words, “I apologize for my lack of attention to our surroundings. I failed to notice and warn you of the threat in time.” A thoughtful pause, and his eyes flicked to your injury before returning to yours, “I will ensure I do not repeat this mistake on subsequent occasions.”
You blinked, and for a moment you wanted to ask him to repeat what he said because you were certain you must’ve heard it wrong. Your injury had been your own mistake, not his; despite, you had rarely ever heard the Sankta’s voice laced with the sincerity it was as his words of apology left him.
Finally, your voice escaped the grip of your previous embarrassment and you managed a reply, “I-It’s alright. It’s my fault, Executor, I wasn’t paying attention. You don’t have to be concerned about it-” His head tilted to the side, then shook it in a near imperceptible movement, “Negative. The safety of my partner for this Operation is a logical cause for my concern.”
Everyone who knew him would firmly agree that he was not a man who ever said things simply out of courtesy. Therefore, the genuinity of this concern - his concern over you - was undoubtable. He felt wholly and truly responsible, for your injury and for ensuring your safety.
“E-Executor-” Your words vanished from you and your thoughts scattered once more as Executor returned his attention to your injury, “The projectile is not an Originium product, there is no risk of Oripathy Infection.” He angled his head to inspect the site of the injury further, then he continued, “Resulted injury is a puncture wound, estimated to be a few inches in depth. Non-lifethreatening.”
The blue of his irises lost a fraction of its sharpness when his eyes left the arrow bolt in your shoulder to find your own eyes once more, “On-field medical treatment is advised. Rest assured that I am qualified to administer.” If they weren't before already, your eyes were widened incredulously now, “You want to
patch me up?” Executor nodded, “If you will allow me, yes.” Your own nod came in a slow reply, “Yes, I'm okay with that
” His gaze focused onto your injury, “Very well.”
With that, his hands placed, one cupped your shoulder and the other held your arm steady. You half-expected a firm grip, one not aware or not caring of the force it was exerting.
Instead, Executor’s hands were careful, only applying necessary pressure; the warmth of his palms seeped through the thin fabric of his gloves and offered some soothe to the ache of your injury. Were these really the forceful hands that tore the heart out of a beast? The unexpected gentleness of his touch caused heat to rise to your cheeks and your heartbeat to quicken within your ribcage.
This certainly couldn't be the same Executor whom even your fellow Elite Operators were uncomfortable working with because of his callousness. After all, this Executor’s concern for you was evident; in the way he had instantly been at your side the moment he noticed you’d been attacked, in the way he apologized for what he believed to be his failure in protecting you, and in the way was now tending to your injury. ‘Callous’ was antonymous with ‘concern’, it was impossible for him to encapsulate both. You had yet to witness a display of his supposed lack-of-a-heart, and all but witnessed his evidence of one - a heart misread by many and miscommunicated to many, a heart abstruse.
Yes, anyone with eyes could state with confidence that Executor was handsome; it seemed, however, that you were the only who was now being settled upon with the realization that, ‘and he’s a gentleman’.
Your heart was rapid within your chest, your cheeks flushed a pink hue, - and your eyes could not remove themselves from Executor. Any attempt you made to avert your attention failed, as whenever you flicked your gaze away, it still inevitably fixed onto his careful hands, or his assured movements, or his focus-sharpened face. He unearthed a tourniquet from the black bag he had slung around his shoulder, briefly explained to you that he would apply it in order to halt blood flow and limit excessive bleeding.
He carefully set the arm of your injured shoulder to rest across your stomach, a more comfortable position and one that supports the vulnerable limb enough for the time being, “Please maintain this position, and refrain from moving or attempting to use your arm until we rejoin our Squad. A Medic Operator is required to properly attend to your injury.”, All you managed is a high-pitched sound, a “mhm” in reply.
You silently said thank you to the fact that applying the tourniquet on your arm required majority of his focus, else you were aware he would’ve noticed you staring yet again.
Your eyes studied each of his facial features, each line of his face. His eyes didn’t display enough emotion to discern, as they never did, however your closeness allowed you to notice how concentration sharpened them as he twisted the tourniquet and how the city lights illuminated the light blue hue of his irises; the ivory strands of his hair fell slightly into his gaze as he tilted his head down to properly view your injury, and your hand twitched to tuck the straying pieces away back into their place; his pale skin on his face was without blemishes, and you silently argued with yourself over if his cheeks would be cool or warm to the touch.
You didn’t have to continue mentally debating with yourself over it for very long, as your arm not effected by your injury suddenly lifted to allow your hand to cradle his cheek. Warm; the surface of his skin is warm, and under the contact of your palm, you notice his cheek becomes warmer.
Executor stiffened completely to the point of being statuesque, from his hands ceasing their task of securing your tourniquet to his lungs failing to expand with air for a moment; the only movement was of his hair falling to obscure his eyes. You initially mistook his flinch for discomfort, and you almost pulled your hand away in worry that he would push it away himself.
Again, however, Executor averted your expectations.
He tilts his head in a slow and small movement towards your touch, then he slowly allowed his gaze to drift to yours. No words produced from his throat until after a small while, when your code name was uttered from his lips and he continued in words of question, “...What do you require? Is your injury causing you excessive pain, or do you feel abnormal symptoms?” You didn’t provide an answer to his queries, unless what you blurted out next could be called a sufficient answer.
“Executor, you're pretty.”
He did not reply to you, initially. The Sankta remained unmoving, not even a twitch of his fingers or a blink of his eyes, for a long moment; when he finally did move, it was in a series of slow blinks. Then, his lungs suddenly pulled in a curt inhale of air and his eyes widened, albeit so little you would've missed had you not been leaned in closer to him.
“I
” He cleared his throat, “I am unsure what you mean.”
His reply was near priceless, as you didn't think such a straightforward statement would require elaboration; the only other thing you couldn't possibly put a fitting price on was the near-imperceptibly stunned expression that had quickly fallen onto his face.
Chiming with a light giggle, you pressed your hand closer to his cheek and reiterated in a tone firm with insistence, “As in, you're attractive. No wonder everyone in that Engineering Dormitory insists on asking you out non-stop.” Your addendum to your original statement did little to relieve Executor of his puzzled state, and did everything to exacerbate it. “Pardon. I am afraid I do not understand your wording.” His voice was loyal to that which was typical of him, as it did not falter and remained cool as usual; it was his facial features, that betrayed him.
The size of his pupils shrunk as his eyes widened a fraction more, his jaw tightened visibly as he attempted to catch his lips from falling agape, and his eyebrows lowered to knit slightly in a confused furrow. All are changes you had never witnessed on his facial features before, and each new one you noticed began to cause your lips to upturn into a delighted grin. Most especially - the pink hue that faintly dusted his cheeks.
“Oh!” Your exclamation was raised in astonishment; you'd never once seen Executor’s pale cheeks saturated with any colour at all, not on any occasion, not to any person, not in reaction to anything. And yet, they were now flushed a rosy tint. The injury on your shoulder was forgotten completely; elation lifted your heart towards the sky and mirth played across on your facial features.
With glimmering eyes and an exultant smile, your voice melted out of you in a coo lifted with tease, “Now you look really pretty, blushing like that.”
Executor’s cheeks deepened in colour, however after that, you received no further reactions. You wondered if his brain abruptly quit functioning when it received your words, unfamiliar words that it failed to process; his gaze didn’t leave your face for even a glance, his facial expression froze in wide eyes and flushed cheeks, and he halted all his movement, somehow even including the natural movements of his blackened halo and wings.
Much to your even further amusement, you were reminded of when the Rhodes Island computer terminals displayed the error with the blue screen that instructed to restart the device.
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That little girl that kissed executor’s cheek:
Me: okay my turn to kiss him! 😊â˜ș
(I'm back from my mini birthday break and will be getting back to work and being active!)
Hiya anon shsushs đŸ„ș!! Tysm for your ask and please excuse me for replying to you late aaa 😭 I hope you've been well!
Anywho, when I saw your ask I cracked up in a li'l giggle lololsnjss 😭 I know exactly what and who you're talking about, and I've also been thinking about it lots!
For context svhshs Anon is talking about this scene in the Hortus de Escapismo event!
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The interactions between Liberi twins on the Sanctilaminium Ambrosii and Executor/'Rico were already v v sweet, such as him giving them his name, and him protecting them during the fire, and the twins thinking he was v scary at first but warming up to him so quickly đŸ„ș!! But, this moment was the absolute cutest lololsnjss 😭😖💕 I was smiling v much after reading it in the story...!
Estara giving our angel a kiss on the cheek for his courtesy aaaa omg đŸ„ș💞!!! And my heart completely melted at how you can see Executor's eyes soften after Estara goes off on her way 😭😖💕...!! (I can understand your wishing to be in Estara's place anon, lololsnjss 😭)
I couldn't help but think back to Executor's interaction with Vermeil and how different the two are svhssv, and how it's clear he's warmed a li'l more toward children 😭💞 his character development shown in the Hortus de Escapismo event is something I could rant about forever lololdbjde đŸ˜­đŸ˜¶
It's an especially funny call-back to his Operator Archives where its mentioned how Executor is canonically v v handsome and is always attracting lots of attention with his appearance 😭 the comment Gerald made after seeing the exchange made me snicker lololsnjss
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Gerald is v v right in saying that lololsnjss 💕 (our handsome angel with a shotgun snskhsjs)
Anywho anon! Tysm for sending this ask in so I had an opportunity to talk about this on the blog đŸ„ș it also happens that I was thinking about writing an imagine based on this li'l bit in the story, where the reader sees this happen and reacts loksjsis 😭 but I'm not sure yet aaa
(And please dw about missing out on kissing Executor's cheek, he'll allow kisses at anytime from any of those who love him đŸ„ș~)
Thank you for dropping by my inbox anon đŸ„° please remember to take care of yourself and I hope you'll stick around! Please have a great day 💘!
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