mortimerc

[mortimerc]

More Brian but like the reader been there for Brian’s since there were like kids and now they share an apartment in mimai while he tries to connect with Dexter and one day reader is like “I love you dude”

ꜱᴀᴍᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛ

ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ʙʀɪᴀɴ ᴍᴏꜱᴇʀ

ᴛᴡ: ꜱᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱ1 ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴇxᴛᴇʀ, ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏᴜʀ, ᴏᴏᴄ ʙʀɪᴀɴ, ꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪɴꜱᴇʀᴛ, ꜱᴜɢɢᴇꜱᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ.

Not prooferead.

You were always there for Brian. Ever since you both met at the mental institute, Brian has found comfort in your presence and you only. That is the solely reason that Brian never interacted with anyone in the said mental institution even with your persuasion to do so.

With that being said, you both were inseparable- like nothing can tear you both apart. You both always were together even throughout your teenage years and adulthood. Going to the same school, same classes, same jobs in the same hospital.

That even includes the same apartment. You both have been sharing the same apartment for years now after Brian insist on staying together.

One night, you both were planning to stay up late due to Brians recent obsession with tracking down his biological brother, Dexter. While you are walking to the kitchen to get a cup of water, you see Brian at the coffee table surrounded by old photos that you assume to be old pictures of dexter and his family when he was young.

“Still up?” You asked Brian as you rests your head on his.

“Could say the same for you.” He replied

“You keep having all-nighters. You know that it’s not good for you. You still have to wake up early for tomorrow.” You said with a slight scolding tone laced in your voice.

Brian turns to look up at you. “You can just say that you’re worried about me.” Brian said with a whispered voice.

You took a moment of silence to think of a response before breaking the silence. “Fuck it. Brian,—“ you held up his chin to make him look at you face to face. “How do you feel if we grabbed coffee next morning,,”

“Are you,?” Brian asks with skepticism in his voice.

“Brian yes, I fucking love you, man.” You made your intention clear and you soon wait for his answer

He stayed silent that is until he grabbed your shoulders and pulls you into a long and passionate kiss. “Fuck yea,, i love you too, [Nickname]..”

You both spend half an hour just sitting , talking and pecking each others lips

“How about I get us some bottles of beers, hm?” You asked the man who is sitting on your lap.

“Yeah,, that sounds nice.”

ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

[mortimerc]

ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴏɴ

ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ʙʀɪᴀɴ ᴍᴏꜱᴇʀ

ᴛᴡ: ᴍᴀᴊᴏʀ ꜱᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱ1 ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴇxᴛᴇʀ, ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴏᴏᴄ ʙʀɪᴀɴ, ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ, ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏɴ ꜱᴜɪᴄɪᴅᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴜɪᴄɪᴅᴀʟ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛꜱ

Short oneshot due to it just being an idea and feeling espresso-depresso. Yo, I suggest to read with some sad ass song like impacto or smtg 👍

Not proofread.

“So how long would you think this plan of yours will last?” You asked Brian. Brian had the idea to kidnap Debra to bring Dexter in and ask Dexter to team up to take the lives of the people in Miami together.

“It’ll be over soon before you’ll even notice it.” Brian replied to you while being occupied with packing some things to decorate his boat for his plan to ‘propose’ to Debra.

“I have a bad feeling about this. About today. You think you can- I mean,, I don’t know, postpone this until tomorrow or the day after tomorrow?” You asked and suggests, not having a good gut feeling about what today holds.

Brian walks up to you and gives you a peck on your lips. “You already know that they’re getting closer to figuring out who is the Ice-Truck Killer. I don’t know what you’re feeling but for you, I’ll be careful.. alright?” Brian reassured you.

“Now,, I have to go..” Brian says with a little grunt from picking up the box of decorations and walking towards the front door and You soon follow after him to the door. After he had dropped the box of decorations into the trunk of his car, Brian turned to you.

“And,, if something did happen to me like the police catching me or something else, just..-“ Brian took a deep breather before continuing “just keep living. For me. Don’t you fucking dare killing yourself over me. Just keep on going.”

“Don’t say that.”

Brian gives a small but meaningful smile. "I'm just saying, okay? All I need to know you'll keep going if something happens. Don't mourn me forever. Live your life and be happy."

The last memory of his interaction with you played through your mind over and over again as you sit on the cold floor tile of Brian’s refrigeration chamber, looking and staring blankly at Brian’s cold dead body that was hanged upside down to be drained of his blood like Brian’s other victims, being killed by his own brother, Dexter an hour ago.

The tears on your face soon dried as the cold air helped and the time you spent in the said room. You contemplate on if you wanted to go alongside with Brian but remembered the wishes that Brian wanted for you to fulfill.

ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

[mortimerc]

ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴛꜱ

ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ!ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ʙʀɪᴀɴ ᴍᴏꜱᴇʀ

ᴛᴡ: ꜱᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱ1 ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴇxᴛᴇʀ, ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏᴜʀ, ᴏᴏᴄ ʙʀɪᴀɴ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀᴇʀ, ꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪɴꜱᴇʀᴛ, ꜱᴜɢɢᴇꜱᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ.

Not proofread.

You’ve met Brian ever since you both were children. Brian being evaluated in the psychiatric hospital after having experienced the most traumatic moment in a cargo container. And you being in the hospital for your own reasons.

You both quickly clicked and become the best of friends, being together for everything everywhere. You two were inseparable. That is when Brian and you got enrolled into different universities for your studies. Having no choice, you both parted to your own ways.

Since then, you hadn’t seen Brian for years. That is when you worked for the Miami Police Department and you’ve met people that you cared for like Debra Morgan, her brother, Dexter, Sargent Angel, Masuka, Maria, Sargent Doakes and more. For a while, you had forgotten about Brian, that is when the Ice-Truck Killer starts murdering and leaving clues of the past.

At first, none of the murders showed any clues on the identity of the murderer that is until the crime scene at the Marine View Hotel. The first step you took in the room immediately rings a bell in your mind. It had kept you up all night. Then something clicked. The crime scene reminded you of the time where Brian told you what and why he is in the hospital in the first place.

Mother murdered— cargo container— 2 inch of blood filled the floors of the cargo. The sprays of blood at the crime scene looked almost identical to the drawings that Brian drew that when he was young that you still kept. Now everything makes sense. You had read every news article of crimes due to trying to find clues from a murder case years ago— coming across the one article that you had printed and kept for yourself.

The article of the murder of Laura Moser’s death. The last name caught your eye and you read the whole thing to find out that it was the mother of your coworker, Dexter and your best friend, Brian. You’ve connected the dots that they both were biological brothers and you had also connected the dots that Brian might be the Ice-Truck killer but you had no proof that he is the killer or even alive.

It’s all a coincidence, right?

“Hey, [Name]! Come here!” Debra yelled at you across the main room of the police department excitedly.

You walked towards her to see a well dressed man, average height- slightly shorter than you by her side. “Well, who is this Deb?” You asked her. Observing the man, he seemed to be from the hospital near the department by the tag hanging off of his breast pocket.. ‘Rudy Cooper’.

“Ah ok! Ive been waiting to introduce him to you first ‘cause you’re my bestie-“ Debra explained with a wide grin. “Rudy,, meet [Name], [Name],, meet Rudy— my boyfriend!”

“Nice to meet you, Rudy...-“ You held your hand out for a hand shake.

“Ah, Cooper, Rudy Cooper. [Name] huh,,, well— nice to meet you-“ he seemed to be stumped for a second after Deb said your name before he shakes your hand in response.

You gave him a smile before telling Deb- “Well, I have to send this off to Lieutenant LaGuerta, see you?” You said pointing out the file in your hand

“Oh yeah sure, see ya!” Deb said as you walked to LaGuerta’s office.

Something about that man, Rudy was it? He gives you the feelings that you can’t point.

So you did the things that normal people do, you took your lunch break and day off to,, observe Rudy. You walked around the hospital, watching and remembering his schedule, where his apartment is, everything. Being apart of the police department helps a lot when you need information on someone.

This is normal. Totally normal.

Well scratch that— one day, normal day for you to,, observe Rudy again. You don’t think he knows that you’re doing this, seeing him leave the club with the hooker that looked unconscious, following him to his apartment. You had broken in the said apartment sometimes, so following him back into his home is not a problem you would come across.

You didn’t had 100% proof that he was the Ice-Truck Killer but you had 100% proof that he is Brian by getting a match for his prints from a Tampa mental hospital before Angel does, leading you to the name Brian Moser. You had your own speculation that he is the killer so seeing him record a horrifying video of the victim that he kidnapped, killing her and draining her blood doesn’t surprise you. Well you had the intention to surprise him at least. After he was done with his ‘work’, he soon came out of his refrigeration chamber, he soon saw you sitting on the floor leaning against his couch, reading a book you found on the table.

“So. You knew?” He asked, without any hesitation.

You stood up, towering over him, putting the book down to walking towards him, saying “always had a hunch” and pulling him into an embrace, patting his back.

“Oh how I missed you, Brian.”

Brian reciprocated the hug and says “Me too.”

After a while, Brian dragged you to the kitchen and had some bottle of beers “So what now, are you going to report me to the police?” Brian asked. You half laughed-scoffed “how am i going to do that? You’ll kill me before i even get there- hell you might even report me to the police for breaking in. And besides, I lo- care to much about you.” You explained.

“Just say you love me-“ he said before pulling you by your tie into a kiss. His hand grips your hair while your hand landed on his waist. Pulling away to catch both of your breath but lips still touching. “So.. you’re not creeped out by my ‘little hobby’? Terrified even?” He asked. You thought about it, looking at him before saying “No, not really. I really expected this thing would happen the first time you told me about your past at the mental hospital.”

“You still remember that? Fair enough.” Brian said before pulling you into another kiss. You both spent the night together after reuniting and cherishing each other’s presence. You vowed to him to never leave him alone ever again.

ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

[mortimerc]

ꜱᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏᴀᴛ

ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ʙʀɪᴀɴ ᴍᴏꜱᴇʀ

ᴛᴡ: ꜱᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱ1 ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴇxᴛᴇʀ, ᴏᴏᴄ ʙʀɪᴀɴ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀᴇʀ, ꜱᴜɢɢᴇꜱᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ.

there’s not enough content for this man so I’ll make some AND DONT MIND THE HACKS MINTS, I CANT FIND A PIC OF LOZENGE FROM THE SHOW 😭😭. I’m not gonna make it a smut cuz I haven’t reached the 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 level yet to write a good smut so yuh.

After Brian- you meant Rudy, had just came back from his “job” amputating Tucci and seemed to be coughing a whole lot. Rudy

“Something wrong? You seem to be clearing your throat a lot.” You asked Rudy

“Yeah just- *clears throat* just a cold I guess.” He replied

“Well-“ you sat up from the couch and walked to the kitchen “I think I have something that would help.” You said as you took a handful of lozenges mints and putting most of them in your pocket while the rest sat in your palm. You ended up opening one and popping it in your mouth.

“Yeah?” Rudy said as you sat back next to him on the couch. You grabbed him by the face gently and kissed him. The kisses slowly but surely turned sensual and messy as you passed him the mint that was in your mouth. Your tongue slides into Rudy’s mouth and elicited a soft moan from Rudy. Your hand landed on Rudy’s waist and soothingly rubbed his waist.

“You sure know how to take care of me, huh?”

“Sure.” You chuckled at his comment. “Now, finish your food. I’ll go find you some medicine in the fridge.” You said as you pecked his lips and stood back up again to go to the kitchen.

The cold medicine sat on the coffee table as you both went back to cuddling as you both watched a show on the tv and Rudy eating his meal. The living room was silent beside for the tv and the mint clicking against Rudy’s teeth.

“That was hot.” Rudy suddenly said, breaking the silence.

“What?”

“You passing the mint. We should do that often.”

“If you want to do so.”

After a long silence, you soon broke it too. “So Brian, how’s finding your brother going? You close?” You asked

“Found his ‘sister’. I’ll soon get him. I’ll just have to lead him into a present with his sister. I’ll sedate her, and wrap her up on a table with cling wrap like Dexter does.” Brian said with a hint of determination laced in his voice.

“And how will you get his sister into the ‘present’?” You asked with your eyebrow raised.

“She’s like a hooker. She’s easy to sleep with and manipulate. I’ll just get her wrapped around my fingers and boom.” Brian explained, making an explosion effect with his hands.

You nodded slowly with hesitation and Brian noticed your stiff movement. He pulls you into another kiss.

“You know that I only love you. This is just a ruse. Nothing else. She is just an obstacle in the way. I love you and only you, remember that.”

“Love you too.” You said, pulling him into another gentle kiss that again, went passionate.

“Fuck.. you also know how to rile me up..” Brian said as he pulled away but soon captured your lips.

Brian moans into the kiss and his hand finds itself in your hair, pulling your hair slightly, his mouth tasting like the mint you gave him. Brian pulled away to catch his breath, lips red and swollen “let’s go to the bedroom..” Brian whispered against your lips

You nodded and smiled before picking him up, Brian’s legs wrapped around your waist, going in for another kiss with his hands around your shoulder as you carry him to your shared bedroom.

Next morning, you woke up with Brian in your arms. Seeing that it was getting late, you went to wake him up.

“Brian.?”

Brian croaks out a sound “my back still fucking hurts..” he complained, not wanting to go to work.

You kissed the back of his ear “cmon, then who will shower with me?” You said with a whiny-like voice.

He stayed silent for a moment before saying “carry me.. I can’t walk.”

You smiled “alright.”

After the shower, you both got ready for work. As you were preparing lunch, Brian limps his way to the kitchen. “Eat your medicine before we go out.” You remind him

Brian complies and after he did, you pulled him into a kiss with a cough drop in your mouth, passing it into Brian’s mouth. Brian pulls your tie in response.

“Good luck at work yeah? I heard they found Tucci already, so you probably have to get a new prosthetic for ‘im” you said.

“Mhm, I’ll see you soon yeah?”

“Alright bye.” You gave him one last peck as you went out the door for your job as Brian prepares to go for his.

ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

[mortimerc]

ꜱᴇᴇɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ.

ᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ꜱʜᴜɴᴛᴀʀᴏ ᴄʜɪꜱʜɪʏᴀ

ᴛᴡ: ᴏᴄᴄ ᴄʜɪꜱʜɪʏᴀ

𝖲𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗂 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝖿𝗍𝗌

You and Chishiya knew each other ever since high school. Being friends by sharing the same interest for the name of science and the power of biology to save those who are in need.

You both worked in the same hospital, him being a doctor while you were a surgeon. You both cross paths many times while walking to your designated area, and both of you having lunches together during breaks.

One day, you both were on your day-offs walking through the streets of Shibuya.

“I need to go to the restroom..” you said to Chishiya with an irritated tone lacing your vice due to the overwhelming amount of people in the crowds of the said street.

“I think there’s one across the road.” Chishiya said while pointing at the building across the crossroad.

“I’ll go there then. You should go the shop and sign in the reservation before we are late.” You said to Chishiya as he response with a nod as you headed across the roads.

As you made it across, you soon see everyone looking at the sky as there were ‘fireworks’? Being set off. Before you could react, the fireworks soon shoots out a flash that blinds you of any vision.

When you opened your eyes, it takes you a while for your eyes to adjust to see your surroundings as the crowds of people were gone, disappeared to thin air. At first, confusion sets in before the panic attacks your mind.

You run around the roads looking for someone,- anyone.

“CHISHIYA!” You yelled out into the open, trying to look for him as you were walking around until the night sets as you soon returned to the middle of the city. You sat there in loneliness figuring out what to do before a light emitted from a huge screen that was supposed to be used for ads.

“What the actual fuck..” you said to yourself as you looked upon a building with a giant screen installed in front of it that was saying ‘WELCOME PLAYERS, THE GAME WILL COMMENCE IN A MOMENT’ before another display popped out that was showing an arrow pointing to east with a text above it saying ‘THIS WAY TO THE GAME ARENA’

Having surviving on your own, playing these games to update your visa. Chishiya hasn’t left your mind, you always wonder is he’s safe. With his brilliant mind, you didn’t doubt his ability to survive.

You had heard rumours of something called ‘The Beach’? A place where people team up to find a way to get out of this hell-hole by collecting the cards. You had figured that to up the chances of surviving, Chishiya would join the Beach.

All you hope is that he is safe, somewhere.

After days surviving this horrid dimension, you still were looking for chishiya. After checking your visa and seeing your amount of days of living is getting low, you decided to go to a game to replenish your visa.

You ended up in a large apartment building and you assumed it was a physical game. Walking through the halls and corridor of the building, you finally found other people. You see a group of teenage-looking boys a middle, aged man and a blonde haired man that you recognised too well.

“Chishiya..?”

“[Name]..”

You both were speechless until Chishiya pulls you away from the crowds view and then pulled you into a very tight embrace.

“Fuck.. [Name], I- where were you?” His words were muffled as his face was nuzzled against your shoulder.

“Tried to find you,.”

“Doesn’t matter now does it? You know what- let’s finish this game quickly, yeah?” he said as he lifts his head up to look at you.

You nod as you soon go to turn and walk back to the crowd of people but gets interrupted by Chishiya holding your hand. You turn to him.

“Let’s stick together, hm?”

ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

[mortimerc]

Patman slay

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JANE RERUN WHEN??????

[mortimerc]

ʏᴏᴜʀ ɪɴɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴏʀ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɪɴꜱᴀɴɪᴛʏ.

ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴄʀᴜɪᴛᴇʀ x ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴛ

ᴛᴡ: ꜱᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜱQᴜɪᴅ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ꜱ2. ɪ ʀᴇᴘᴇᴀᴛ, ᴍᴀᴊᴏʀ ꜱᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀꜱ, ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ʙᴏᴅʏ, ɴᴏ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ

Yeah idk how the fuck I’m going to call the recruiter throughout the shot, so I’m just gonna call him a random name i can find on a generator. And this had been sitting in my drafts for too long so it’s gonna be short.

You sat there while you look at Hyun-Seok’s dead body as he sits there after he had shot himself while he was playing Russian roulette with the last 3 year’s winner of the game

Having to be used to play in the Games and winning it before gave you an insight about what goes on in there. It also gave you the same insight as the frontman. Winning the game also gave you an opportunity to join their organisation. And with your dedication to this cult organisation, you climbed your ranks up to becoming above the frontman.

Your job requires you to train new employees to their strengths, and that includes recruiters, guards and even In-Ho himself as Il-Nam trusts you will the skills you harboured throughout the years in the Games.

So that is why you’re here. At the train station waiting to meet up with the new recruiter.

The screech of the brakes of the train rings out to Hyun-Seok’s ear as he walks through the train station, trying to find you. His eyes landed on the person he was searching for. A man wearing a black turtle neck with a long black trench coat standing next to a bench, scanning the room before his eyes landed on Hyun-Seok.

Hyun-Seok knows better than to keep his superiors waiting so he waste no time to rush over to the man,

“Mr. (Last Name)! It’s nice to finally get to meet you!” He said with much enthusiasm that makes you wonder if he was oblivious to what job he’s going to do or he’s actually excited for this.

You both filled your evenings with Hyun-Seok’s training and surprisingly he was doing better than most recruiters you’ve trained.

You dwell upon the memories you still hold wile on a rooftop leaning against the railing with a cigarette in your hand. Your line of thoughts were broken when a loud creaking of the old metal door of the buildings rooftop echoed to your ears.

“Mr. (Last Na-“

“I told you to not call me that. It’s against the policies of your training. You don’t want me to get doxxed and killed, don’t you?” You cut him off and explained.

“Right.”

You both stayed quietly as you both were looking at the sun setting down towards the city’s edge before you broke the silence.

“Why?”

“What?” He responds

“Why this job? Why even stay?”

He stayed quiet before responding, “Personal issues, money, and.. why not?”

His response made you chuckle slightly.

“You’re impossible.”

As you were done with your cigarette, you start to head for the rooftop door as Hyun-Seok tries to chase after you, quickly grabbing his suitcase.

“Wait up-!”

The last tender memory of you and him spending time together sticks and claimed your mind as you open your eyes to look at Hyun-Seok’s dead body that is laid on the bright pink couch after he just lost a game of Russian roulette with Gi-Hun at the motel that is where you are right at this moment.

The flame from your lighter ignites the stick of cigarette that you hold, trying to cope with the stress of dealing with this mess and losing one of your best recruiters.

You look at Hyun-Seok’s face one more time before you covered his body with a black body bag and putting the bag over your shoulders to transport the body to a dispose.

ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

[mortimerc]

Sketch of mizi

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Jinx :d

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Wanna try drawing this in digital

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Miles Upshur from Outlast :ddd

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My Shayla 🥹🥹

Forgot to put a signature so please credit if reblog to avoid any conflict ty bruv

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More fish.

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ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴀᴠɪᴏᴜʀ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ.

ꜰɪɴᴀʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ

Male-GN Reader x Viktor (Arcane)

TW- Possessive Behaviour, Major Arcane Spoilers

After your last meeting with Viktor, you both had a deal to keep you both safe. You had helped Viktor made a device similar to your recent inventions, infusing with his godly form and giving him the powers to control any mind like a hive mind from any distance.

On your side of the deal, Viktor had begged for you to be safe and not join or act on the battle that soon will occur. with hesitation, you had accepted the deal with your wish for Viktor to not get majorly hurt on the battle field.

During the war, you had watched from the sidelines, still keeping your side of the deal with Viktor. The battle cries of the opposing team can be heard throughout the field while Viktor’s minions were silenced under the hive mind, giving everyone an eerie feeling.

And the next thing you knew, it all ended. Everyone was majorly hurt, no one’s rejoicing but no one’s crying. And the most importantly, Viktor and jayce were missing without a single trace. Some people ruled them both as dead or either missing. You couldn’t accept this.

So you went to the top of the Piltover Council building where Viktor was last seen, and figure out your next move. Death was nothing new to you, as a kid you always had been surrounded by the air of Zaun that took many of those who were dear to you.

And in protest of that, you had worked hard to become a professor at the Academy to defy death. Years after years, you had worked on a personal project on the sidelines, away from the public’s eyes.

The only person that who knew about this was your dearly partner, Viktor. He was another catalyst to this obsession to this project of yours. It was a technique that you’ve built to make a separate bod, a synthetic body preserved in a cryogenic pod, ready to transfer a conscious into the said body.

Before the war, you and Viktor had thought of this idea, thinking that this will be a great addition to have if something to ever went wrong. Now, in your hidden lab, buried somewhere in the depths of Zaun, holds the synthetic replica of Viktor’s body.

You could easily recover Viktor right now but the sole reason you went to the Councils building was to give flowers. Flowers to throw off both of the cities. Viktor had told you before all of these ness, that if something to ever happen to him, he always wanted for you to live a peaceful life. Free from all obstruction of life.

So before anything, you wanted to seal any gaps that ties to Viktor, and leaving the enforces and the citizens of both cities with a peaceful heart and mind, not having to worry of anything anymore. Not having to worry about Viktor.

“May you both rest.” You said while looking down of the remnants of both Viktor and Jayce, your black long coat flowing through the winds, before you crouched down to place the bouquet of flowers and turned to leave and retreating and crossing the bridge of progression to your base at Zaun.

Your whole way to your lab placed in your base was silent without Viktor by your side, only your footsteps were echoed to be heard through the hallways to your laboratory.

After you closed the door, your attention was focused on the cryogenic pod that holds Viktor’s synthetic body. You went to your workbench to prepare the things for the revival of Viktor.

You can feel the cold air hitting your skin as the cryogenic pod opens, and you quickly pick Viktor’s head up to check for his pulse. You can feel it even though it was faint. You pulled his body out of the pod, ignoring the pain of the overloading coldness of Viktor’s body and putting him on your stretcher and waited for him to wake up while you regulate his body and breathing.

After an hour of defrosting, Viktor’s eyes shot open as he gasps for air. You stood up from your stool and observed Viktor’s every movement.

“Welcome back, Vik..”

After 2 months after Viktor’s revival, he had fully recovered and adapted to the feeling of his new body with you there to guide him through it like you always do. Everyday, he will be always by your side, even during your work days as a doctor.

One late night when you were in your office working on paperworks, Viktor had came into the room with a tray in hand.

“Hey, I’ve made you something.” Viktor said as he approached the desk.

“O-oh, thank you Vik..” your words stuttered after your focus on your paperworks was broken.

“You didn’t eat anything today,, so i decided to experiment in the kitchen. I would say my cooking is not bad” his words was laced with confidence as he sets the tray on an empty spot on your desk. Viktor also pulled a chair nearby closer to the desk.

“Thank you..” the proximity between you and Viktor were making you nervous. Your relationship with Viktor was never clear, being close enough to share a bed but not enough to d anything else intimate.

As you gaze into Viktor’s eyes, and the gap between you two grew smaller until your lips met with his. Both of you were inexperienced in this type of stuff. But soon the kiss grew heated until you both pulled away, heavy laboured breaths harboured between you both and both of your faces were flushed.

“That was..- something..” your words stuttered broke the silence. And Viktor nodes softly to your sentence.

“Do you want… do you want to eat the food with me..?” You asked Viktor to where he nods to your question.

And that is where your time is filled with you spoon-feeding Viktor and chatting together until the morning dawn. You had vowed to yourself to never let Viktor get hurt or out of your grasp in anyway possible.

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Your writing is so good!! Would you ever make an ao3? account?

Aaaah thank you!! 💖💖 to be honest, I've never thought about making my works available in other platforms besides tumblr but maybe in the future I would expand my work and start an account there