your hands have always held their own
Heist!Mark x reader | Words: 1,063 | read on AO3
Heist!Mark finally asks his partner in crime out on that date.
It was early evening and you and your heist partner sat nearly shoulder to shoulder in your shared living room. The sun hung low, just barely brushing its rays against the clouds, tinging their edges amber and yellow.
Recently, there had been a lot more of these calm afternoons where you would sit together, discussing everything and nothing, perhaps watching TV or whatever videos took both your fancy; sometimes you simply watched the sky until you felt sleepy. Occasionally one of his hands might come up to play idly with your hair (a more affectionate gesture than either of you had ever previously initiated, but you didn't really mind, and neither of you mentioned it).
'This next heist…’ he started, ‘it's supposed to set us up, pretty much for life. And it got me thinking—'
'That's dangerous,' you interrupted.
'Yeah, maybe for you,' he quipped back, eyebrows raised mockingly, but there was no malice in his voice.
'Anyway,' he continued, voice softening. 'I was thinking about the future and stuff. Like, what do we do after this? And as nice as it would be to be able to relax and just enjoy the rest of our lives without worrying about the next spot to rob, I think I would kind of miss doing these jobs with you.'
That got your full attention. He wasn't quite meeting your eyes — instead, a loose strand on his clothes was apparently very interesting — but something about his words and the gentle sincerity with which he'd spoken them took you a little off-guard.
‘...I hadn't really thought much about it. About what happens after.’ And it was true, you hadn't; nothing past the first few wild, exciting dreams that sprung to mind when reading the amount of money the pair of you were being offered for this particular artefact. No real, solid plans.
‘I think I'd miss it too,’ you continued quietly. ‘But I mean, who's to say we can't do a couple more every once in a while, just for the fun of it, y'know? We don't even have to go after anything that valuable. More like just… for old times’ sake.’ You caught his gaze and he smiled, a little fond and a little hopeful, dark eyes twinkling.
‘Yeah, cool… So, uhm,’ he averted his gaze again and you couldn't help but find his uncharacteristic hesitance and bashfulness adorable, wondering what was on his mind that was making him act this awkward.
‘So I was wondering, once this heist is over, if you'd maybe wanna go out sometime?’
‘Sure, is that it?’ you question, oblivious. (Or maybe not wanting to get ahead of yourself. Surely there's no way he meant it like that.)
Your crime partner’s head perked up, eyes wide and looking directly into yours, as if searching for something.
‘Really?’
‘Umm, yeah?’ you say, incredulous. ‘What's got you so nervous? And… surprised? We go out together all the time.’
‘No, buddy, you don't get it…’ he said, sat looking a little like a kicked puppy. The look of disappointment that crossed his face broke your heart and instantly made you regret your words.
His hands returned to fidgeting and oh, you wanted to take those hands in yours and ease the nerves from his palms, thread his fingers through your own, press your lips to his knuckles.
Mark sighed. One of his hands came to rest on his knee while the other carded through his hair. You found yourself wanting to do the same.
‘Listen…’ he began again, eyes downcast while his hand came to rest in his lap. ‘We've been friends for what feels like ages now, working together for even longer. I know we butt heads at times, I can be an idiot and you can get on my nerves but-’ Finally his eyes met yours, and the affection in them made your breath catch in your throat.
The sun was setting by now, casting a gorgeous orange glow through the room and over his features. It made his eyes appear almost golden, and it suddenly occurred to you that no shiny trinket you could steal could ever possibly be worth more than the look those eyes were giving you in this moment. You internally cringed at the thought, but you couldn't deny it was true.
‘You're really important to me,’ he said earnestly. ‘I don't always agree with you but I always trust your judgement. I probably trust you more than anyone else, to be honest. You're my best friend, and maybe I'm wrong, but I think there could be something else here? And I wanna try being more? If that's okay with you.’
‘You mean-’
‘Yeah.’ He took your hand, said your name, foregoing any of his nicknames for you. ‘I love you — I always have, as a friend, but I think I have feelings for you. So, if you reciprocate even a little, let me take you out. On a real date. And if things don't work out,’ (you didn't miss the small flicker of something sad as he added that part) ‘well, we can still work together. And we'll still be friends, right?’ he asked hopefully.
You could feel your heart thrumming wildly, from his words, the intensity of his gaze and the warmth radiating from his hand to yours.
You took his other hand, the one still atop his knee, and replied softly: ‘I'd really love that, actually. To go on a date with you, I mean.’
The smile he gave you was genuine, unlike the typical cocky. It was wide and crinkled the skin beneath his eyes. You briefly wondered whether he could feel your racing pulse through your intertwined hands.
‘Then it's agreed. After the heist.’
‘After the heist,’ you promised.
Inevitably, you would run into problems and possibly danger in your next heist, as you usually did, but you trusted Mark, and you knew you could count on him when push came to shove. You knew that you would follow him anywhere, and the two of you had a better chance of conquering any obstacles you faced if you were together, as you always had.
The sun dipped beneath the clouds, the room was warm, and things felt comfortably the same and yet like this was a turning point for the pair of you.
You were sure this heist would be one to remember.
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Star Rail ocs!!
Since I posted a little doodle of some oc x canon Argenti art earlier I wanted to share some of my other hsr oc designs!! They're still in early development and I specifically wanna add more details to their outfits so they look like they actually belong in hsr
The first hsr oc I designed is a dog girl named Honey! I had the idea for her which contributed to getting me back into hsr(as well as aa absolutely stunning Argenti edit to Malice Mizer)
Anyways I do really like Honey's design a lot with what I have down, you can tell I DID NOT feel like trying to come up with an entire outfit yet LOL!! Anyways I saw another Arlan x oc and then like the idea just came to mind. I thought since Arlan likes dogs it'd be kinda cute! Also Honey's outfit is very clearly inspired off of Asta's which I think is pretty cute since Asta most likely saved Honey. I def need to do more planning on Honey's backstory and role on Herta Space Station and in the story in general!
The second one I had an idea for is a foxian from the Xianzhou Luofu! I have been interested in fa language for a WHILE and have wanted to make an oc who uses fan language to communicate and fights with fans(i think fan weapons are sick as hell!)
Much like Honey I still wanna work on her outfit, and I need to work on her backstory and part in the story. Baozhai can speak, but she only speaks to those she trusts, but even then she'll still turn to fan language when she's nervous to voice something(hence fanning that she loves Blade cause she's too embarrassed to confess out loud, and I dont think Blade would know fan language so she'd find comfort in still confessing while knowing he has no clue what she's conveying). Baozhai's has very honest expressions though and can't hold back laughter well to save her life, so really the only time most people hear Baozhai's voice is when she's laughing/wheezing. I also think Baozhai would be close to Tingyun and think of her as an older sister before...y'know all of THAT happened LOLOL! Technically, Baozhai is part of one of the original hsr ocs I made, along with my version of Stelle and Rue! She has changed a bit, such as speaking with fan language and becoming more reserved then she already was.
Speaking of Rue! Here's a little comic I made with her and Jing Yuan!
Rue is the first hsr oc I made and she's stuck closest to her original concept. Rue is from Belobog, specifically the underworld section! She's lived her life pretty much sick and dying on a hospital bed unable to get the treatment that she needed. You can bet that when she did get treatment and started getting better, she begged Stelle and the Astral Express to take her with them, she's finally free and wants to explore the world.
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SO..
I struggle with writing, a lot.. so I'm just going to make a post about my Yakuza AU and the three parts of it.
I don't have a name for the full series, but I have titles for each individual story.
The Bear Of Kamurocho; follows Ida Kowalski, a Polish immigrant who moves to Japan - specifically Kamurocho, with her sister and mother after her father's death. Because of her loud and arrogant attitude, she finds herself indebted to The Tojo Clan after causing a bar fight that ruins a potential treaty between them and the Omi Alliance.. what she doesn't realize, is how much the Tojo clan actually needs HER.
When A Dove Cries; follows Joanna Kowalski, the younger sister of Ida, as she tries to navigate her life in Kamurocho now alone and vulnerable. (Still underdeveloped honestly)
A Crow's Rise; follows Pluto Kowalski, a teenager who spends most of her life taking care of her single mother Joanna. She struggles with her self worth, feeling like she has no control over her life - even worse, she hates how the yakuza terrorizes the helpless... It's thanks to meeting Tsuki Shimano, the daughter of a Famous Tojo family captain, that Pluto has the courage to stand up and form her own group; The Crows.
I plan on making more posts, and hopefully getting back into writing again!
(and yes, this au is extremely OC centered and VERY OC x CANON)
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