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dr1lldash · 2 months

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mechanic!venture x reader 2.2k (i started thinking last night and i could barely sleep i just wanted to write this. also i know nothing about cars, i googled car stuff to make this happen so if anything is wrong please lmk :3)

Your day went to shit rather quickly. After a long shift at work, you were on your way home just after sunset when your car’s battery light began to glow. You chose to ignore it, as you had the next day off, figuring that you could make it home and deal with it tomorrow.

You were wrong.

You were maybe halfway home when your engine sputtered and died, rolling to a stop in the middle of a street you’d only ever driven down. “Fuck.” You put your car in neutral, got out and started pushing, hoping that you could make it home before exhaustion overtook you.

Your eyes were starting to close, your legs starting to slow down, when an energetic voice called out from your left. “Hey there!” Your eyes snapped open, looking for the source, and you saw a figure standing outside, their silhouette illuminated by soft lighting behind them.

“Uh, hi.” You rubbed at your eyes, hoping to wake yourself up.

“Car trouble?”

You hesitated. “No, it’s just a nice night, I want to enjoy it.”

They laughed, and it made your heart flutter. “It is beautiful out, but it’s a little hot to be pushing your car, don’t you think? I might be able to help you.” They took a few steps towards you, still engulfed by the darkness. “We’re the only repair shop for a few miles. I can offer you a discount for your troubles.”

You hesitated again. You had no idea who this person was, or if they were telling the truth about being a mechanic. You could barely see anything, the sun already low in the sky, but you had your phone in your pocket if anything went wrong. Sleepiness clouded your judgment, and you gave in. “I would appreciate that, thank you.”

“No problemo.” They stuffed their hands in their pockets. “I’ll open up the garage, then I’ll come back out to push if you want to steer.”

You nodded, then realized they might not be able to see you nod. “Okay.” They walked off, almost jogging, and you made your way back up to sit in the front seat of your car. A metallic screech filled the air for just a moment as a garage opened up, light filling the area around you. You could see them a little bit better as they came back to your car, but you still couldn’t quite make out any of their features.You could, however, see the faded sign on top of the garage, reading Lindholm’s.

“Ready?” they called out from behind you.

“Ready!” you replied, facing towards the open window. They started pushing with a grunt of effort and you kept your hands on the wheel, steering ever so slightly to get yourself into the garage. You opened your door once you were in, careful not to hit anything in the crowded space. You stepped out, taking a look around and finally behind you, only to see one of the most attractive individuals you’d ever encountered.

Their hair was mostly up in a ponytail, with a small amount sticking to the back of their neck. They wore a set of dark green coveralls with the top pulled down, the arms knotted around their waist, leaving them in just a stained white tank top. Tattoos littered their body, the most prominent being a ring of flames around their neck, but several others that you couldn’t quite identify on their collarbones and all down their arms. You glanced back up to their face to see them breathing slightly heavily, dark brown eyes staring at the ground as one grease-stained hand played with a stud in their eyebrow. They glanced up at you and you’re unable to look away before they flash you a smile, showing off a chipped tooth.

“Hard part’s over!” They held a dirty hand out to you before looking down, wiping it off on their coverall pants and offering it again. “I’m Sloan.”

“[Y/N].” You grabbed their hand, allowing them to shake it vigorously for a few seconds before they pulled away.

“Do you need a drink or anything?” You shook your head, not wanting to be here any longer than you had to. Nothing against the admittedly hot mechanic, but you were getting more exhausted by the minute and you just missed your bed. “Alrighty then. You can take a seat over there,” they gestured to a flannel-covered chair, “I shouldn’t be too long.”

You did as they said, watching them as they worked. You started to fall asleep a few times, but managed to keep yourself awake. It didn’t take them long to work out the problem.

“Alternator’s busted.” They were still staring down into the engine, making sure that was the only issue.

“Can you fix it?”

“Of course I can!” Sloan looked up at you, flashing that smile once again. “Not tonight, though. Mr. Lindholm keeps that locked up, I’ll have to get into it tomorrow.” They paused. “I…understand if not, but I’d be more than happy to drive you home, make sure you get there safely.”

You were too tired to walk home at this point, so you find yourself agreeing. “I’m not far.”

Sloan helped you to get up, and you waited just outside the garage as they locked everything up for the evening. They placed their hand gently on your upper back, leading your sleepy figure to their car, a dirty, faded yellow pickup truck with a dozen stickers decorating the bumper. “Archeology rocks,” you read one out loud with a quiet laugh.

You took your seat in the passenger side, fastening your seat belt. Now, you’re still in the car with them, soft rock playing on the radio, doing your best to keep your eyes open as you direct them towards your home. They’re more of a careful driver than you would’ve thought, fully stopping at stop signs and using their turn signals more than a hundred feet before they turn despite nobody being on the road at this time.

You stumble out of the car when they drop you off. “Do you have work in the morning? I wish I could have helped more, I’d be more than happy to drive you.”

You shake your head. “I’m off tomorrow.” You punctuate your sentence with a yawn. “But I do have some errands to run, how long do you think it’ll take to fix?”

“Shouldn’t be more than an hour. I’ll bring you in, just give us a call when you’re awake.” You find yourself agreeing, taking a business card and stuffing it in your pocket. They wish you goodnight, you echo one back, and they drive off as you enter your home.

Sleep engulfs you wholly, more tired than you’ve been in months, maybe years. In the morning, you shower, get dressed, eat a quick breakfast and call the number on the card Sloan had given you the night before.

“Lindholm mechanics!” a chipper voice you didn’t recognize answers almost immediately. “How can we help you?”

“Uh, Sloan gave me this number, they were helping me last night and said they’d be able to help me get my car working again today.”

“Oh! You must be [Y/N]! Let me grab them for you.” Before you can respond, you’re listening to hold music. You’re waiting less than thirty seconds when it’s cut off.

“[Y/N]! Hey!” You recognize Sloan’s voice, even as fuzzy as it is over the phone. “I’m working on your alternator right now, do you need a ride?”

“I can walk if you’re still working,” you start.

“No worries! I’m almost done, I’ll come and pick you up. A little break should do me good.” You give them your address and go to wait outside.

It’s not too terribly hot, and a gentle breeze is keeping the temperature even lower. You’re watching the trees dance when a truck you vaguely recognize pulls up. They roll down the passenger side window and call out, “Heyo! Hop in!” They reach over their console to open the door for you. You step up, making yourself comfortable on the seat and buckling your seatbelt before they drive back in the direction they just came from.

This time, you’re able to get a slightly better look at the interior of their car. An ice-cream cone shaped air freshener is hanging from their rearview mirror, filling the car with the subtle scent of vanilla and sugar. In their cupholder is a pet rock, crystals sticking out of the top and googly eyes shaking on the front. Their dashboard is covered in stickers, some that you recognize as being related to mythology from around the world, others that you couldn’t begin to describe. You look over at Sloan, seeing them dressed in basically the same way as the previous night, only this time, more hair is in their ponytail and their tank top is a crisp white.

The two of you get back to the shop in just a few minutes, and they stretch slightly before stepping out. You follow them out of their truck and back into the garage. Two people you hadn’t seen the day before are walking around, an older, short man, and a younger woman, presumably the person you’d heard on the phone a few minutes prior. Rock music is playing softly as everyone works.

“If you wanna take a seat again, it shouldn’t be very long. I just need to check that everything is working,” Sloan tells you. They untie their hair and tie it back up, collecting a few loose strands in the process. You do as they say, taking a seat and watching them as they work. You quickly find yourself distracted by the way their arm muscles tense as they do, sweat beginning to form on their forehead and collarbones. You can hear them singing along to the music, although it’s barely audible. You’re focusing hard, starting to lean forward when they turn to you with a grin.

“I think everything’s working! Can I use your keys for a moment, just to confirm?” You blink rapidly, fixing your posture and nodding.

“Yeah, of course.” You pull your keys from your pocket and hand them to Sloan. Your mouth feels dry. Sloan starts the car up, staying inside for a few minutes while they check that everything is functioning as it should be. When they’re done, they shut off the engine, closing your car door gently as they exit.

“Everything should be perfect now,” they tell you as they hand the keys back. They stuff their hands in their pockets. “If you want to make absolutely sure, though, we should take it out on a short drive. Maybe we could grab some lunch? My treat.” A soft pink blush is spreading across their cheeks, but it’s easy to attribute it to the heat or the work they just finished.

Your stomach growls at the mention of food. “Sounds good to me, do you want to drive?” You hold the keys out to them and they beam at you.

“Absolutely!” They take the keys back from you, walking to the passenger side door and opening it for you. You enter the vehicle, buckling your seatbelt as they close the door for you and enter on the other side.

“I’m taking my lunch!” they call out to the older man you’d seen before. He waves them off. They start the engine and take off, driving you to a local diner you’d visited a few times before.

The two of you order sandwiches, and they insist you get the chips. “I love fries, don’t get me wrong, but their chips are house-made and they’re sooo good.”

You devour your food as soon as it comes out, and you’re glad you listened to them. You’d had the fries at this particular diner before, and they weren’t bad, but the chips were perfectly balanced between crispy and soft, with just the right amount of salt. “How much do I owe you?” you ask, pulling your wallet out from your pocket.

They shake their head. “No, no, this is part of the repair. Mr. Lindholm pays for business expenses like these.”

The two of you head back to the repair shop. You get out of the car, and Sloan hands you back your keys. “Oh, I almost forgot.” They fish around in one of their pockets and then the other one before handing you a scrap of paper with a string of numbers on it. You’re confused for a second, concerned that it’s how much you owe, before they continue. “It’s my number. In case you have any more car troubles, I mean. Uh, th-you don’t have to call me or anything. You can just call the garage if you want but I might be able to help you on the side, you know?” They stuff their pockets.

You smile at them. “Thank you, I appreciate all your help.” A blush spreads once again on their cheeks.

“Any time.”

You add their number to your phone before you leave, sending them a text so they have yours as well. A few minutes after you get home, you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. “I’m also free if you ever want to grab food again,” it reads. “I know the best ice cream spots in town.”

#also i think i'm hungry #i got to the lunch date part and i was like this doesn't fit into the plot does it #i want chips. and a sandwich now tho #venture overwatch #venture x reader #sloan cameron #honeybunch #ow

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dr1lldash · 2 months

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royal!reader x knight!venture 4.4k, fluff with a hint of angst

trigger warnings; alcohol, mentions of violence, vague descriptions of (fictional) political issues

prompts: 2) “name, i’m begging you. if you won’t listen to me as your guard, then listen to me as someone who loves you - please let me get you to safety before it’s too late.” 7) “so not only have you been ‘entertaining’ marriage prospects, but you didn’t even deem fit to tell me about it yourself? am i not even worth that to you?”

Growing up as the only child of the King and Queen of your kingdom, you lived a life of luxury and peace. You were vaguely aware of political issues between your and neighboring kingdoms, even living as far away from the commonwealth as you did, but it never affected you. There was always food in your stomach, an impressive roof over your head, and a warm bed waiting for you at the end of the day. The one thing that connected you to the people of your kingdom was your friend from childhood, Sloan. They were the only child of the Grand Master of knights, and as such, were expected to follow in their father’s footsteps. They took their training seriously, and by the time the two of you had grown up, they had already been dubbed a knight. It was almost unheard of at their age, but you had seen the hundreds, if not thousands of hours they had put into training, and knew, more than anyone, that it was well-deserved.

It almost went without saying that they would be your personal guard, and although the change from friend to guardian was rocky at first, it made sense. They took it upon themself to train you in self-defense, despite it technically not being permitted. They were insistent that something could happen to you while they weren’t around, even though they were with you every day, from the moment you opened your eyes in the morning until the moment you closed them in the evening.

They took their role as your bodyguard very seriously, to the point that eventually, the friendship you originally had with them began to fade. You tried your best to keep the spark alive, but their role was incredibly stressful, and you could see the toll it was taking on them. You convinced them to take breaks in any way that you could, which usually involved tricking them. At one point, you told them you were afraid your food had been poisoned, and persuaded them to take a bite of your cake. And then another, and a sip of your wine. They pouted when they realized you had duped them, an expression you hadn’t seen in a few months by that point.

However, as time went on, your opportunities to deceive them grew far and few between. Your relationship was almost entirely professional, which was to be expected from someone of your status. You started to accept this fact, preparing for the rest of your life. Within a few years, you could become the ruler of your kingdom or a neighboring one, depending on how things worked out politically, and you needed to focus on that.

You weren’t so much a part of the marriage talks. Your parents kept you updated, letting you know how the negotiations were going, and you were aware that the state they were currently considering marrying you into was one with a long, checkered history with yours. You hadn’t yet met your spouse-to-be, but you had heard nice enough things about them. They were apparently passionate about painting, they often enjoyed walks in their estate’s gardens, and, from what your parents said, they were deeply involved in the politics in their country. A few months into the marriage discussion, your parents decided it was time for you to meet your potential spouse.

You hadn’t seen Sloan since the early afternoon, and you were starting to get a little bit concerned. They didn’t often take days off, much less half days, and you were worried they had gotten sick. Asking around, a few maids told you they hadn’t seen them since lunch, and that they had a nauseated look on their face.

You decided to go to the knights’ sleeping quarters to see if you could find them, but you wanted to stop by your room to get some tea in case they had a sore throat. You were surprised when you opened your door to find them lying on your bed, curled up in the fetal position with a bottle of mead wrapped in their arms. The late afternoon sun shone on their face, their eyelashes casting shadows across it.

You closed the door quietly. “Sloan?” Your voice was barely above a whisper. “Are you okay?”

They inhaled deeply, eyes fluttering as they opened. “[Y/N]?” they slurred, trying to sit up. They only try for a moment before they give up, resting their head on their hand instead. “What’re you doing here?”

“In my room…?”

“Oh, it’s your room?” They open their eyes wider, looking around. “You’re right.”

You hesitate before speaking. “Is everything okay?”

They hum in affirmation. “Yeah, I just found this bottle of mead and, uh. Drank it.”

“I didn’t know you drank.” You took a few steps forward, sitting on the edge of the bed. They fiddle with the bottle in their hands, tapping their fingernails on it.

“I don’t.” You glance down at the bottle, almost certainly empty, and put your feet on the ground, moving to stand up.

“Stay here, I’ll go get you some water.” Their hand reaches out for you, as quickly as they can in their intoxicated state, grabbing the hand you have resting on the bed.

“Can you just stay?” Their eyes are pleading, and you can now see that they’re red and swollen. You nod, moving back onto the bed. They relax again as you do, letting out a sigh. You position yourself more comfortably, now sitting next to them. The two of you sit in silence for a moment before Sloan breaks it. “I wish you would talk to me like we used to.”

“What do you mean?”

They shifted a little closer to you, their cheek resting against your thigh. “Like when we were kids, and we were friends. We haven’t been friends since I got knighted.” They hesitated before continuing. “I miss it.”

“I still want to be friends with you, Sloan.” You reached out, gently rubbing your fingers through their hair. “Things are different now, and I’m sorry I’ve been more distant. I just don’t want to be another stressor for you.”

“You’re never a stressor for me.” They let go of the bottle in their arms, reaching up to rub at their eyes. “You make my job easier, if anything.” They paused, taking in a deep breath. “I don’t know what I’m gonna do when you’re gone.”

You sat up a little straighter. “What do you mean? I’m not going anywhere. Did someone tell you I’m sick or something?”

They shook their head softly. “When you get married, you’re gonna have another knight. I’ll just be guarding your parents.”

“I’m not getting married yet.”

“So what’s tomorrow?” You looked down and saw them looking up at you, their dark eyes full of ire and hurt.

“I…” you trailed off, unsure how to answer them. “My parents are entertaining a potential suitor.”

They rolled over, leaving your leg cold. “So, not only are you ‘entertaining’ marriage prospects, but you didn’t even deem fit to tell me about it yourself? Am I not even worth that to you?” Tears started to well up in their eyes and they desperately wiped them away. You could hear the knot in their throat as they continued to speak. “Were you ever going to tell me?”

You looked down at your hands in your lap. “I was going to tell you, I just…I don’t know. I’m sorry. I’m not really a part of the discussion.” Tears pricked at your eyes, and you squeezed them shut to will them away.

“What do you mean, you’re not part of the discussion?”

“They’re choosing for me. I don’t think I get a say at all.”

“That’s stupid,” they mumbled. “You should be able to choose who you want to marry.”

“Yeah, that would be nice.” You opened your eyes, rubbing the tears that were beginning to stain your cheeks away, and laid on your back. Sloan inched closer, laying on their back and staring at the ceiling.

“I’m sorry.”

“What for?” You turned to look at them, only to be met with their gaze already on you.

They blinked slowly. “For overreacting, for disappearing, for not talking to you…for stealing your mead.”

“Wait, that’s my mead?” They closed their eyes before nodding, craning their neck to bury their head in your arm. “From the winery in the village?” They nodded again. “Sloan! I was saving that for a special occasion!”

Their voice was quiet, even if it wasn’t muffled. “Please don’t be mad at me.” You felt moisture soaking into the fabric of your shirt.

“Hey, hey,” your voice was barely above a whisper. “I’m not mad, I promise.” You put your hand on their head, massaging their scalp with your fingers. “We just need to go back and get another bottle, and this time we can share it, yeah?”

“Okay.” They moved their head to look you in the eyes, and you wiped tears off their cheeks. “I think I do need water.”

“I can go get you some from the kitchen.”

“Will you come back?”

“Of course.” You sat up, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed before Sloan grabbed your arm, squeezing it gently.

“Do you promise?” Without a word, you held out your hand with your pinky outstretched. They held theirs out, too, wrapping your pinky in theirs. “Thank you.”

You smiled softly at them before walking out of your bedroom. The trip to the kitchen took a few minutes, and by the time you came back with the largest glass of water you could find, Sloan had fallen asleep on your bed. They were no longer cradling the bottle of mead, instead clutching your pillow tightly. You let them sleep for a while, pulling a blanket over their shoulders and setting the glass of water on the nightstand. You sat on a chair next to your bed, looking out the window and watching as the sun set. After an hour or so, you decided to wake Sloan up and make them drink some water before you let them fall asleep for the night.

You gently shook their shoulder. “Sloan,” you whispered. “Wake up.”

They let out a grunt as they wake up. “[Y/N]?” They buried their face in your pillow. “Why are you in my room?”

“You’re in my room.”

“HUH?” They sat straight up, eyes wide. “Wh-why?” They looked around frantically.

“You were drinking, you fell asleep in my bed.”

“Wait, that was real?” They put their head in their hands. “My head hurts so bad, oh my God.”

“Here.” You handed them the glass of water. “Drink.”

They did as you instructed, draining the glass in a matter of moments. “Did I, uh…did I say anything embarrassing?”

You shook your head and watched as tension drained out of their shoulders. “You just told me you missed being my friend.”

“I am so, so, so sorry.” Their eyes were wide and full of panic as they held eye contact with you.

“Don’t be. I miss being your friend, too.”

Silence filled the air for a moment before they answered. “Really?”

You nodded. “You’ve been my best friend for a long time, I’m sorry we grew apart. You’re important to me, Sloan, I’m glad you’re still in my life.”

The two of you talked for another few minutes, filling them in on what they had missed while they were blacked out. They apologized a dozen more times, and each time, you told them that it was okay, you were glad they had talked to you like that, and you hoped things would be better between you now. You went back to the kitchen to get them another glass of water before they went back to their dorm. You told them they could spend the night in your room, but they insisted, with a slight flush on their cheeks, that they could handle the walk to their quarters.You conceded, wishing them a good night with a promise to see them in the morning.

You fell asleep quickly, your heart feeling lighter than it had in a long time.

You were awoken in the morning to a gentle knock on your door and Sloan’s voice calling your name. “Are you awake?”

You rubbed the sleep from your eyes, sitting up in your bed. “Yes, come in.” This was the same way they usually woke you up, but they seemed more hesitant today than they had in the past. They entered, closing your door quietly and standing in front of it. “Are you feeling okay?”

Their cheeks flushed. “I am, thank you for taking care of me last night.”

“Any time.” You paused. “Although, I would rather drink with you next time.”

They flashed you a grin, showcasing the tooth they had chipped when they were first learning to ride horseback. “I can take you to the winery this weekend, if you’d like.”

“That sounds perfect.”

The rest of the morning is a blur. You and Sloan had breakfast together before you showered and got dressed, and then you met with your father to further discuss the possibility of marriage. You were informed that your potential partner would prefer to stay in their own kingdom, so you would be leaving your home, but that they would permit you to bring a few members of staff. They most likely intended for you to bring a maid, a chamberlain, perhaps a chef, but your thoughts drifted to a certain knight. Your spouse-to-be was to arrive in the afternoon, so you had a few hours to consider everything.

Sloan took you out to the garden late in the morning. They wanted to practice their archery, and you were more than happy to get some sun. The castle was large, but spending all of your time inside began to feel like a punishment after a while. The scent of various flowers surrounded you, sweeter than anything the bakers in the kitchen could ever dream of. You found yourself beginning to drift off to sleep, a gentle breeze keeping you cool as the sun warmed your face…

“[Y/N], did you see that?” Sloan’s excited voice startled you out of your slumber. You opened your eyes, covering them with your hand, only to see Sloan’s disappointed face. “Oh, did I wake you? I’m sorry.”

“No, no, it’s okay,” you responded, stifling a yawn. “What did I miss?”

“I got a bullseye!”

“Woah, really?” You glanced at the target and saw a single arrow sticking out of the middle of it. There were several more arrows on the outermost rings, and a few on the ground next to it as well. “Nicely done!”

They beamed at you. “Thank you, thank you. Maybe I don’t need a sword anymore.”

You blinked at them a few times. “You might want just a little bit more practice before you give up your blade.”

They stuck their tongue out at you, quickly retracting it with wide eyes when they seemed to realize what they’d done. They quickly spluttered out apologies, but you couldn’t hear them over the sound of your laughter. You stayed awake for another few hours, watching as Sloan slowly improved their marksmanship before one of your father’s knights came out to inform you that your presence was requested inside.

As you walked in with Sloan just a few feet behind you, there was a sinking feeling in your stomach that you couldn’t chalk up to just anxiety. Maybe the eggs you’d had with breakfast weren’t as fresh as you thought? Were you finally anxious about the situation, now that it was more real? You looked over your shoulder to your knight for comfort, but the look on their face only deepened your concern.

Your footsteps faltered before you fully turned around, now facing Sloan directly. “What is it?”

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing.” You turned back around and continued walking. You had to have been overthinking things, you were just getting nervous. Just before you entered the throne room, Sloan put their hand on your wrist.

“Don’t go in there.”

“My father called me, I have to go in.”

“Something is wrong. Let me go in first.”

“Okay, I’ll wait right here.”

They shook their head. “Let me get you somewhere safe. If I’m wrong, I’ll come back right away, but I want to make sure you’re not going to get hurt.” Their eyes were full of concern and it made your heart hurt. You trusted Sloan, but you knew your father would be upset if you made him wait for your presence while diplomats from another kingdom were visiting. “[Y/N], I’m begging you. if you won’t listen to me as your guard, then listen to me as someone who loves you - please let me get you to safety before it’s too late.”

Without thinking, you nodded. Sloan put their hand on the small of your back, leading you down a few hallways and into the kitchen, where they opened a trapdoor leading to the cellar. “I won’t be long. Thank you for trusting me.” They hesitate before they leave, making sure the trapdoor is properly closed.

You heard their footsteps fade, and then you didn’t hear anything for several long minutes. A small amount of light shines through cracks in the cellar walls, but it wasn’t enough to see anything properly. Your thoughts started to race as the minutes ticked by. When you heard footsteps approaching once again, your breath caught in your throat.

“[Y/N]?” Sloan’s voice was strained. You heard them take a deep breath before something hits the ground. Your eyes widened and you froze, unsure of what to do.

The only sound you could hear was Sloan’s labored breathing. Even though they had told you to stay put until they came back, you couldn’t help yourself. With a decent amount of effort, you managed to lift the trapdoor and you climbed up. Laying on the ground only a few feet from the trapdoor was Sloan, covered in red marks. Their lip was split open, a small amount of blood trailing on their chin, and there was a bruise already forming on their cheekbone. “Sloan?” you whispered, unsure of what to do. Their only response was a low groan.

You ran out of the kitchen, turning to get to the medic’s quarters. You were rushing down the hall when one of your father’s knights stopped you. “Your Highness?” A relieved look is painted on his face as he confirms. “Oh, thank heavens you’re okay. Follow me this way.”

“I can’t, Sloan got hurt. I need the medic.”

“Sloan?” He knitted his eyebrows together. “Where are they?” While this particular knight was not Sloan’s father, all of the knights had helped to raise them. Your concern for them was minimized compared to what he must be feeling.

“They’re in the kitchen, they’re unconscious.” The knight took off without you, running as fast as he can to the medic’s quarters before pounding on the door.

“One of my knights is hurt! Your aid is required immediately!” The knight turned to you. “Your father is in his quarters. Please go to him right away. I promise I will make sure Sloan is taken care of.”

You faltered for a moment before nodding. “Please come and find me as soon as they’re awake.”

“You have my word.”

You took off in the direction of your parents’ bedroom. As soon as you opened the door, you were engulfed in a bear hug by the two of them. Through all their worried mumbles and the hands stroking your hair, making sure you’re unharmed, you were able to learn what happened.

The kingdom that had an unsteady history with yours was not as willing to let go of the past as your kingdom was. They had planned to take your country by force, to overthrow the throne and expand their rule. The security of the castle had managed to thwart most of their forces, but the King and his child were able to sneak in. Sloan’s father had gotten your parents to safety, but the knights were unable to find you or Sloan in order to warn you in time. Behind the throne room doors that Sloan had stopped you from entering was almost certain death.

Sloan had entered the room on their own, catching the two of them unready and without any guards. They took them down, although not without their own injuries, and managed to leave them tied up in the throne room before coming back to retrieve you. The two would-be usurpers were now sitting in the castle dungeon, safely behind bars as they awaited a trial and punishment. The future of their kingdom was unclear, but the future of yours was definite. As your parents finished telling you what had just happened, your knees felt weak.

“I almost didn’t listen to them.”

Your mother wrapped you in a hug once again as she responded, “I’m glad you did.”

A few minutes later, Sloan’s father entered the room. “They’re awake. They want to see you.”

Your feet barely touched the floor as you ran to the infirmary. As it was almost empty, you were able to find their bed easily. Tears pricked at your eyes as you wrapped your arms around them, burying your head in their neck. “Thank you.”

They winced at the contact, but didn’t push you away. “It’s my duty. I’ll always protect you.”

You didn’t want to let go, but you forced yourself to. You stayed seated on their bed as the two of you talked. Your conversations filled the room for a while before you remembered something. You played with your fingers, unsure of how to mention it, or if you even should.

“Sloan?” Your voice was quiet. You needed to know.

“Yeah?”

“Do you love me?”

They blinked a few times, stammering before they were able to answer. “O-of course I do, you’re my closest friend.”

You shook your head slightly. “That’s not what I meant.” You looked at them, only to find them looking at their hands in their lap. “Before I could go into the throne room, you told me to listen to you, not as a guard, but as someone who loves me. Do you love me?”

Silence settled over the two of you. “I’m sorry.” they finally said.

“I misunderstood. I apologize.” You stood up, wanting to leave the room and get away from your embarrassment.

“No, you didn’t.” You almost didn’t hear them.

“What?”

“I’ve loved you for a long time. Longer than I should have. I’m sorry, I’ll try harder to stop.”

You lingered by the door. “How long?” You looked at them. They were still looking at their lap, face almost completely hidden by their hair hanging down.

“Do you remember that storm, ten or fifteen years ago?”

You thought as hard as you could. “The one that lasted for three days?”

“Yeah.” They took in a deep breath. “I was so scared I just wanted to cry, but you made a blanket fort and stole cookies from the kitchen for me. You held me and told me stories the whole time just to take my mind off what was happening outside. Do you remember the story I kept asking you to tell me?”

“I…don’t remember.” You did, you just wanted them to tell you about it.

“It was about a brave knight who would do anything to protect their monarch. They fought a dragon, they rescued their ruler from an evil wizard, they did everything they could to keep them safe. I was already going to become a knight, I knew that, but after that story, I wanted to be a brave one.” They laughed. “It’s dumb, right?”

“It’s not dumb.”

They looked up at you and you could see tears welling in their eyes. “Don’t lie to me, please.”

“I’m not lying.” You sat back on their bed. “Do you know when I started loving you?”

“Just now?” They smiled half-heartedly as they spoke.

You shook your head. “It was the day you were knighted. You were smiling so hard the whole day, even when you lost balance on your horse, even when you lost a duel, even when it rained during the ceremony. I remember you complaining about your cheeks hurting for weeks, but any time we would talk about that day, you would get that same grin on your face. I liked you before, but I couldn’t get you out of my head after that.”“I didn’t know you remembered that day.” “Of course I do. It was the most important day in your life.”

A small smile spread on their face. “Do you really like me?”

“I do.” You moved closer to them. “Do you really like me?”

“Of course I do.”

“Then we should go on a date, right?”

They nodded, their smile expanding. “Today?”

You looked at them in the infirmary cot, covered in still-forming bruises and gauze. “You should get better first.”

“I’m strong, I’ve been hurt worse than this.”

You blinked at them. “Sloan. I’ve known you your entire life. You have never been hurt this badly, the most you’ve ever been hurt is when you broke your arm a few years back.”

“…That may be true, but I’m still strong,” they pouted.

You laughed. “I know you’re strong, but you need to heal before we can go out. What if something happens? How would I protect you?”

“You could do it! I trained you, I know what you’re capable of.”

“You’re right, you’re right.” You shifted on the bed, now almost in their lap. “There’s still something we can do while you’re hurt, though.”

They swallowed. “A-and what is that?”

You moved your hand to the side of their face that isn’t bruised, tracing your thumb along their jaw. You craned your head slightly forward, stopping just before your lips touched theirs. “Can I kiss you?”

Their eyes fluttered as their breathing sped up. “Like, right now?”

Your head moved back a bit as you laughed. “Right now.”

“Yes, please.”

You didn’t hesitate before connecting your lips with theirs. The kiss was awkward but sweet, your lips eventually moving together as your heart flutters. They smiled into the kiss, bringing their hand up to rest on your nape and entangling their fingers in your hair. The two of you pulled apart too quickly for either of your liking, but you pressed one more quick peck to their lips before actually separating.

Sloan’s face was flushed red as they lay back on their pillow. “Wow.”

“Yeah?”

They smiled lazily at you. “Yeah.”

#i love you venture overwatch #venture overwatch #venture x reader #sloan cameron #overwatch #overwatch 2 #honeybunch #ow #dunno if anyone reads tags but requests are open...#pls...#might work on a vampire reader and werewolf sloan tho

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