#ptn horo x reader

[rosemaze-reveries]

When you accidentally fall asleep on their shoulder

🪓💎☢️

reader is mostly ambiguous but there’s 1 instance of being called “chief” in chelsea’s section!

Horo 🪓

“Mm, what?” She peeks over when she feels a weight press against her shoulder. Realizing you’re asleep, her first instinct is to shout and try to shrug you off. “Hey—! Go smother your snot on something else!” But some guilt sets in as soon as she sees your brows crinkle and you reach up to gently massage your head. Offers you a bottle of milk as an apology later.

Chelsea 💎

This is exactly the kind of scenario she loves to be caught in. With the clink of her bracelets she swings an arm around you, mauve pink lips pulled into a perfect smile. “Aw, Chief, I knew you’d come around sooner or later.” She moves your head to rest against her chest, and starts playing with whatever part of you is within reach—whether it’s your hair or the strap of your top.

Pacassi ☢️

Doesn’t move a muscle. This position is uncomfortable for her but she’d rather die than disturb you. Instead, she observes your sleeping face. Her thoughts start with how lovely and peaceful you look, but then her eyes travel to your lips... and she promptly gets embarrassed and averts her gaze. That’s when it sets in just how close you are to her. She freezes up once again, but this time it’s because of the butterflies.

[shalomniscient]

(I’m desperate for angst so—)

Wonder how you will react when Zoya’s disappear after the Black Ring accident thingy? Even better if you’re married at that time. Poor wifey’s heart couldn’t take the pain of Zoya just disappear without a trace with Bai Yi. (Bai Yi, I love you very much darling but WHERE IS ZOY—😭) Anyway… I’m craving angst, that’s all. 😊

(Feel free to ignore this if you’re uncomfortable with this.)

[zoya story spoilers utc—]

now this? this hurts. when i first started ptn i cooked up kind of an oc or at least a zoya x reader plot where reader is leggett's (zoya's kind-of father figure) daughter and it's kinda childhood friends to lovers because i'm a whore for that shit tinged with a whole lotta angst because zoya's backstory is just chock-full of it. you and zoya join the legion at the same time because zoya refuses to go anywhere without you, so earl is forced to cave and let you in too.

horo looks up to you as much as she looks up to zoya, and idolizes the kind of relationship you and zoya have. horo and by extension the legion is there for nearly all of you and zoya's budding relationship, hell, i'd even say that earl was the one to officiate the wedding. all in all the legion becomes the one big found family everyone involved has been craving, with you and zoya at the heart.

so when zoya 'dies', it's a devastating blow to all of them. not to mention earl, too. i can picture you grabbing chief by the collar and demanding to know where zoya is, only for chief to helplessly say they don't know. zoya's alive, but no one knows where she is. you aren't the same after that, and horo has to watch her older sister figure sob into the arms of a stranger because there's no one else left.

things get a little better when horo steps into her new role as the leader of the legion. she isn't zoya, nowhere close, but she's what they all need right now. you and horo find some comfort in each other, as the only remaining family they have. but sometimes you need a little time alone, and you heads to a spot you and zoya used to frequent as kids, then teenagers, then adults, but always together—until now.

there's a sort of commemorative representation of zoya there, erected by the remnants of the legion, and you just kind of sit there for a while, hoping it can substitute the absence of your wife. it doesn't, but you try anyway. "come home," you whisper to the wind, but the echoing silence is your only answer, as it has been since the day you lost her. so you get up and leave, before your grief roots you to the ground.

(little do you know, in the shadows of a crumbled building, your wish reaches its receiver. and it takes every ounce of strength in her not to step out of the darkness and back into your arms.

she grits her teeth and walks away, just like you. there is something she needs to do first, but then, she'll run right back home. back to you.

she swears it.)

[rosemaze-reveries]

not meant to be.

Dealing with rejection (giving + receiving)

⛓️🐺🪓🎬♟️

❥ Giving She averts her gaze as soon as she hears your confession. This is always an awkward position to be in, no matter how many of her Sinners have professed their love for her.

“I’m flattered...” She’s hesitant with her words, feeling for any reaction from the shackles. “...And I’ll always cherish you as my Sinner. But I can’t give you the love you’re looking for.” It’s kind of cheesy, but she means it.

❥ Receiving Fortunately, Chief is skilled at improv. Her brilliant idea is to pretend she confessed as part of an undercover mission.

“Nevermind, forget what I said. I lost my bearings for a second.” She waves you away and digs into her pocket, pulling out her comms device. “Sorry I put you on the spot.” She then dials Nightingale to ‘reveal her plan,’ but it crumbles into a cry for comfort instead.

❥ Giving “You’re cute, I’ll give you that.” Zoya doesn’t mean to mock you, but it’s hard not to feel humiliated beneath her. She knocks a gentle fist against your shoulder and flashes you a well-meaning smile. “Hey, you’ll find someone worth your time. You deserve better than some Syndican thug anyway.”

❥ Receiving Most people obey Zoya without question, either out of fear or loyalty. She commends you for not giving in the same way. Her talk with you is brief but respectful, and she doesn’t hold anything against you.

The signs of her wounded heart only appear once you’re out of sight. It’s left her in a very nasty mood. She seeks out any chance she gets to destroy something—whether that’s by picking fights with rival gangs, or wrecking up whatever car/window/person is within reach.

❥ Giving “...What.” The shock lingers on her face for all of ten seconds. She hadn’t seen this coming at all. “I don’t—I, um—is this a prank?” Her face is bright red, brows furious, gape incredulous. She concludes you must be messing with her, and yells at you for being weird.

❥ Receiving “Y-You actually believed that!?” She starts firing punches against your shoulder, hard enough to bruise. “I just wanted to see how you’d react and you went and took it seriously! Now get out of here and learn what a joke sounds like!!” But she ends up being the first to flee the room.

❥ Giving As a beloved director known all over the world, Deren is no stranger to spontaneous love confessions. It’s a little different coming from you, though. As soon as she realizes what you’re trying to say, she takes a sharp breath and picks up your hand. “I’m glad you like my work. Really, I’m flattered.” She leaves no room for you to say anything else.

❥ Receiving “Mhm... good.” Deren never drops her lazy smile, and this time it’s more unreadable than ever. “You ever consider acting? You’ve just got something about you...” The way she seamlessly deflects from the topic catches you off-guard. You press into her some more, asking if she’s really okay after getting rejected like that. All she does is shrug and say, “Hm? Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

❥ Receiving Eirene maintains an icy stare while waiting out your answer. When you finish, she crosses her arms and meets you square in the eye. “I’m sorry, I must’ve misheard you. Would you mind repeating yourself?” It might sound like she’s trying to coax a different response out of you. But she’d actually prefer you to stand your ground and counter her—it makes the thrill of the chase all the sweeter.