#argus x reader

"Bock.", you imitated the chicken in front of you.

It crocked its head and so did you. "Booooock-"

"Are you really that bored?"

You took in a sharp breath as you stood up and- BONK - hit the ceiling. "Fuck- Argus-" you rubbed the place while walking towards the entrance. "My head…"

She tilted your head down, pressing a kiss on it.

You crocked a brow. "In a good mood today aren't we?"

"Just take it, as an apology."

Was she blushing? You grinned.

"Don't.", she warned while turning around, heading away from you.

"You didn't even know what I wanted to say~"

"We've been together long enough for me to know that face, and doesn't mean something good."

You let your eyes drag over her tank top clad back, licking your lips. "Ah, well, there are bigger things to worry about."

She turned.

"You promised to teach me how to shoot~"

The corners of her mouth slid up, if only a little.

"Gotta protect myself, or something.", you mumble, trying to avoid looking towards the broken-in window. "Your words."

She tipped her head, looking into the desert. "My words."

It had been… unfortunate. Two people- bandits or so, had broken into your home, thank God that Argus was there, having already picked up a commission to look for them.

But they've found her first.

Good luck for you, your Girlfriend could stay longer and the pay had been so good that she didn't need to pick up commissions for a while. Still she did, because she was Argus.

But you were her commission for now.

"Then come along darlin', it's already loaded."

You giggled after her, catching a few glances and some muttered "I'm in love with a weirdo…", though there was no malice in it, there never was.

The shooting range was makeshift, build by Argus herself in the early days, back when your home was run down, with leaks and without electricity. It had been no small feat to make it into what it is today.

"You've to be careful, never swing around, always act as if it's loaded."

"Oh, like you miss 'my gun is my cane'?"

"I ain't usin' it as no cane, woman, from where are you getting that."

"Well your knees are pretty weak…", you mumbled as you edjusted your hold on it.

"You want to repeat that?"

You giggled, making the gun hop a little as she tried adjusting your stance.

"Stop movin'.", she mumbled into your ear and you tried your best. She wasn't always the most patient with people, but atleast she was trying.

"You just go look through that glass, try to focus on the middle and when you're sure you got it, pull-"

A shot rang out and if Argus hadn't been there you probably would have recoiled from the force. "Wow!", you made, leaning into her touch.

"I forgot to warn you about that.", she smiled and kissed your cheek.

You practiced a little more, untill you've perfected your stance, until her stomach growled. She looked at you, a little as if she was a puppy.

You snorted as she helped you put the gun safety on, before you took her hand and pulled her back to the house.

"I'll make a salad.", you announced, getting all the ingredients. "It's so warm today, do we have orange juice?"

She huffed.

You answered your own question while opening the fridge.

It didn't take long until everything was set up.

"We're going to practice that a little more after I come back from the next job."

You smacked your lips. "Hm. Yeah."

"Don't act that way, I'm keeping food on the table."

"I didn't say anything…", you mumbled, taking her hand. "Let's not argue."

She sighed, then kissed your hand. "I gon' miss you, you know?"

ARGUS

when does she realize she likes you?

it honestly takes argus a while to actually tune in on her own feelings, simply because she's such a workaholic, her tendency to tunnel vision on her cases doesn't really allow herself to think about anything else. it would take a considerable amount of patience on your part, as well as a willingness to support and potentially even assist her with her work, that really makes her think about you differently.

she surmises that you like her pretty quickly, however, and it's not just because of her sharp eye; it's not exactly hard to guess, given that nobody else is as eager to be around her as you are, even when you're investigating a particularly gory crime scene, playing the cute sidekick to her detective to retrieve missing persons, or looking into the surprisingly juicy story involving the 'happily married' couple you'd see almost every day.

you also seem to care about her well-being, and that fact alone both irritates and flatters her. she's fairly... obsessive, to say the least, and she doesn't have time to have you dote on her the way you seem to, but she secretly enjoys the attention, the care you give her. she'll never say anything, but she appreciates the fact that you seem to care so much about her more than you'll ever know.

when it finally dawns on her, she's immediately in denial. frustrated, even— her brain falls into delusion and lies instinctively as a defense mechanism; she doesn't have time for this, this will only get in her way, you will get in her way. but then you're there, convincing her to take a break— not to stop completely but give herself time to fully digest what she's taken on, she's only as good as her mind when it's rested and given some time— and you're looking at her with such admiration, such compassion— after all, you know how important her work is to her— and then it clicks. you've never been a burden, always supportive, even trying to help, you've never left her side even when she's probably deserved it, and then, she's infatuated.

how does she act when she has a crush?

when argus finally clocks in on her own feelings for you, her entire mindset changes. everything becomes a partnership— no longer does she think in "i" and "me", but "we" and "us". you're basically already married with the way she casually tells you that "we've got a new case; it's a bit of a doozy", and "we've gotta get a move on if we wanna catch this guy", it's kind of jarring when it first starts.

her affections are mostly silent, the way she completely changes around you, and her actions definitely speak louder than her words. it's a partnership now, but she'll still reach a hand protectively in front of you, even pushing you behind her if need be. or she'll tell you details about the case but leaves out or tone down the grizzly parts because she knows that the worst of them tend to give you nightmares (or at the very least, extremely bizarre dreams).

she also gets super protective over you. not that she allowed you to blatantly walk into danger before, but now, when she's considering an entire future with you, she'll be damned if something happened to you on her watch. she makes you stand on her left side, even when you insist on watching her blind side, and puts up the biggest fight whenever you stray too far from her. it's even worse at night, her body is ten times more tense than usual, because she's forcing herself to stay on alert.

how would she confess?

in her mind, she already did confess the moment she started considering whatever that's happening between you a "partnership", but of course, it's not that easy. it takes her a little bit longer to work up the courage to actually ask you, not only because she already feels like she's done more than enough to show you that she wants you but also because actually expressing herself seems painful.

luckily, you're emotionally intelligent enough to spare her the misery of saying the words "i like you" when you see that she's purchasing a bouquet from the local flower shop, and nonchalantly hands them over to you, like it was a casual thing. you think the gesture itself is her confession, and she tries to hide the blush on her cheeks when you take them with a smile. her ears might as well be on fire when you find the note hidden in the small arrangement, pretending not to care when your own cheeks warm at the words carefully constructed on the paper (with the help of the shop owner, but you don't need to know that), words she doesn't have the courage to say out loud, but it's just as romantic, if not more so.

TOOTH FAIRY

when does she realize she likes you?

honestly, right away LMFAO. unlike argus, she's quite in tune with her emotions, i feel, and while she does go through a denial stage, it's more of a means to downplay her feelings because of her profession. think like "i treat all my patients with the care and respect they deserve— i just happen to do it more for you."

when she starts thinking about you (and your teeth) while she's traveling, it finally hits her, and she avoids you briefly to fully digest that she likes you; mostly because she doesn't want it to impede on the established friendship you already have, and also because she's not particularly fond of her feelings getting in the way of her work.

when she finally accepts it, tooth fairy is kind of awkward, but it's cute because you can tell she's trying. and while she does like you, she does absolutely nothing about it until she's confident that you like her as well. you're likely one of her few friends, and most importantly, she's a doctor, and not only does she not want to lose your friendship, she also doesn't want you to be uncomfortable and avoid her if you ever need her treatment. she needs you and your teeth in her life, and she would be content to keep you as her friend. but when she does get confirmation?

how does she act when she has a crush?

she's still pretty awkward, but now she's confident that your bashfulness is not because you're just being polite, so she pushes herself a little bit more out of her comfort zone. whenever she has your company, she starts rambling to you about all different types of teeth, fact-dumping all over the place, and you're honestly a little bit surprised that she's actually a bit of a yapper.

her tooth fairies are your worst enemy, unfortunately, and you cannot walk into a room in peace without the little monsters pounding on their glass prisons, promising her that they will use you to enact their vengeance if ever they escape, usually by stealing all your teeth. the threats are in vain, of course, but it doesn't mean that it doesn't make her think sometimes.

she encourages you to take care of your teeth! in part with her ramblings about teeth in general, she also takes it upon herself to give you completely impromptu health tips for your teeth. she tends to stare at your mouth and your teeth a lot, and while it was unintentional at first, when she sees that it flusters you, she starts doing it on purpose (getting to see you all shy and getting to peak at your teeth? a win-win in her eyes!)

she isn't really worried about favoritism, as she's quite particular about that, but she does tend to go the extra mile for you. if you ever go to her for any kind of treatment, you'll end up getting like three different completely unrelated check-ups just because "you can never be too careful", but her obvious favorite is when you go to her for checkups on your teeth.

she's still kind of shy at this stage, because nothing hasn't technically been confirmed, but if you insist, she may even bring you on her trips with her, helping collect all kinds of teeth, and happily info-dumping about how the similarities and differences between them, it's adorable!

how would she confess?

honestly, she's quite lax about her feelings; after admitting to herself that she likes you and confirming that you like her— she would probably tell you straight out. she'd do so like it's a completely casual thing, and it's most certainly at the most random time, it takes you a few seconds to register what she actually said LMAO.

you fully do a double take, and she's just like ":D".

Argus - "All Seeing Light."

Argus slides the cloth against the sides of her rifle, polishing it clean of grime and dust. She leans back against the edge of a nearby table, the brim of her hat blocking her view of the sun above.

She doesn't notice your approach, lifting her head only to be met with your lips finding hers. The mercenary lets out a grunt and pauses what she was doing, setting her weapon aside before finally diverting her attention to you.

Her hands map out your body like she's memorizing it, palms sliding up your waist, chest, then eventually, your jaw. She holds your face when you two part, maintaining eye contact whilst her eye glints with mischief.

"Ain't you a bundle full of surprises, dear?"

Tuesday - "Miss Horror."

You grasp Tuesday's neck in a possessive hold to pull her closer mid-sentence, the maid dropping her broom and letting it clatter to the floor. Her lips smash against yours, the other woman's pale cheeks flushing pink.

Her hauntingly beautiful laugh that bubbles up quickly dissolves into a sharp intake of breath when you bite down on her bottom lip. She tastes of honeysuckle and sweet lies, when your tongue brushes near her teeth, the maid retaliating by pushing you right up against the nearest wall.

"Tsk. Greedy thing," She mutters against your lips, breath ragged and heavy while she deepens the kiss with intense fervor. Then she parts, lips curling into a wicked grin with a sultry look in her eye. "I like that."

Willow - "Charlotte O'Hagan."

"I'll be out for a bit. I need ingredients." Willow barely manages to take a half step out the door when your fingers wrap around her wrist. She pauses, whirling around to protest, only to feel your lips slotting with hers in the next moment.

A shudder runs through Willow's spine, her free hand loosening its grip on the doorknob. She reluctantly gives in, reciprocating the action with a flutter of her eyelids. As soon as you both break apart, she turns around to leave. When she does, your hold only tightens, prompting the other woman to stop.

"You..." She begins, eyes searching your expression for any sign of surrender. Finding none, she grumbles but kicks the door shut. "Fine. It can't hurt to stay longer." She mutters, kissing you again with more force than necessary.

Druvis III - "The Druid."

The wind whistles as it blew past Druvis' figure, her head tilting up as she watches how the trees sway in the slightest. The leaves fall and scatter, distracting her from hearing your approach.

She blinks and snaps from her thoughts, feeling your steady fingers threading into her hair and bringing her closer. She relaxes immediately, leaning into your touch with a soft sigh. Her hands found your waist, the warmth of the druid's body contrasting the cool breeze.

When you two leisurely part, Druvis smiles ever so slightly and presses her forehead against yours, eyes closing contentedly. "...Thank you." She whispers, voice soft as silk.

Lilya - "Goddess of Victory."

With the grace of someone who had lost all patience, you grab Lilya's face with both hands and pull her in, cutting the pilot off mid-word.

She nearly drops her flask in shock, ceasing her movements completely once your lips came in contact with hers. She tastes of vodka and reckless decisions, a surprised gasp emitting from her throat.

Lilya's eyes flutter shut, her gloved palms finding your waist. For once, the first-class pilot keeps quiet even when you pull away to catch your breath. Her lips eventually form into what looks like a fond smile, the breathless laugh that escapes her mouth soothing when it reaches your ears.

"You know how to shock a girl." She remarks.

Hissabeth - "Sylvie Dubois."

Hissabeth nearly drops the materials for her next experiment when your fingers curl into the fabric of her garment, dragging her into a kiss filled with pent-up heat.

She backs up until her hip meets the edge of her desk. setting the tools aside. She grabs ahold of your shoulders, your body pressing flush with the melusine's. She playfully nips at your lip, drawing out a sound out of you that rings in her ears.

The moment you two part, she's already tilting your chin up to exposure your neck. Hissabeth leans in close, sharp fangs grazing your skin.

"A little off-task won't hurt anyone." She purrs, palms sliding beneath your shirt.

Brume - "Adèle Tavernier."

"Oh, I'm finished." A relieved sigh leaves Brume's lips when she lounges back into her seat, shutting the engine of her car off before her eyes close. You shift, making your way over the Brume's side.

When she least expected it, you sat right onto her lap and cradled Brume's face between your palms. Her eyes open, widening in surprise. She didn't process the situation until your lips press against hers, but she eventually melts into it, her hands coming to a rest at your hips.

When you part away for air, the driver you're straddling whines in protest and leans in for your neck. She attacks your collarbone with hasty pecks, her breath hot against your neck when she whispers. "Don't surprise me like that..."

Anjo Nala - "Nala Hari."

Anjo Nala nearly trips off of the empty stage when your fingers slide into her hair, the singer's priceless gasp echoing in your ears before you mash your lips against hers.

The succubus' fingers twitch against her microphone before she lets it drop to the floor with a thump. She seizes your shoulders, a shudder traveling through her body when your fingers tighten in her curls.

Anjo is left breathless as you part away, silence ensuing. Her mouth is agape as she tries to find the words to fill in the quiet space surrounding the both of you. When she speaks, her words come out in a delicate whisper.

"The least you could do was warn me..." She mutters.

He finds it funny that someone tries to flirt with you.

She will watch the scene with a smile because she knows that you are hers alone.

She will only interfere if she sees that she is being too pushy and making you feel too uncomfortable.

He would immediately put his hands on your waist while looking at the person with a smug smile.

Tooth fairy

She trusts your relationship a lot so she doesn't worry, she trusts you enough to let you take care of the situation.

Tooth Fairy shows affection in private, especially when there are children

If the person insists too much, they will come towards you and give you a hug.

After that, rest assured that they will leave you alone.

Eternity

Because they don't leave the house often these situations hardly happen and if they do they are interested in Eternity but this time it is different

Eternity is also someone who trusts a lot in the relationship and does not doubt that you will do something

If the person doesn't stop insisting even though you told them you were in a relationship, only then will Eternity do something

She would hold your hand while asking if you are okay with a small smile.

If the person does not understand this gesture and continues flirting with you, they will quickly distance you from that person.

Argus

The person must be completely crazy to even think about flirting with a mercenary's girlfriend.

Most likely it will be in a bar where the person has lost his mind and that is why he is flirting with you.

The person must be drunk enough to not realize that he is flirting with the girlfriend of one of the best mercenaries in Texas.

She has also drunk but not enough to lose her mind

The first thing you will feel is his arm wrapping around your waist while with his other free hand he holds a glass of Whiski.

Argus raises his hat and stares at the person

If the person continues flirting with you, you will have to prevent them from leaving it as a strainer.

“Don’t…” he let out a raspy sigh as he buried his face in one of his hands. “Not right now, darling.”

He closed his eyes when you heeded his words, and somehow he regretted it the moment he sensed you walking right past him but–

“Hey, what are you—” He tried to look back at you, only to see you sitting comfortably behind him as your hands ghosted over the base of his wings, sending a shiver down his spine.

You quietly leaned closer to his ear, your voice soft and gentle—a stark contrast to what was going on in his head. “What’s troubling you, dear?”

He shook his head. “Nothing...” He answered almost instantly. But he quietly wished you would brush his wings already and as if you read his plea, you did, and it made him breathe out a heavy sigh—one he didn’t know he had been holding in.

“You might think you’ve gone astray, but didn’t you find your way to me?” you murmured quietly, in a tone familiar like that of a mother’s voice in a nostalgic childhood memory. Your fingers slowly climbed through his feathers, picking out the loose ones, untangling the tangled, and sneaking in a kiss on his back. “Silly… whatever happens, we’ll go through it, remember?”

You're right. He thought. Then he nodded, closing his eyes as he let you continue massaging his wings. His feathers felt a little rough under your fingertips, those certain areas he couldn’t quite groom himself. But once your fingers buried into those spots, your gentle squeezing and plucking made him unconsciously lean closer to you, stifling a soft moan of relief as his wings slightly flexed.

He opened his eyes, and within a split second, he swiftly scooped you up. You yelped as he laid you on his lap, your back against his chest. He buried his nose to your neck, “Love you,” he whispered with a soft kiss. “So, so much.”

And you chuckled, a soft smile stretching across your face. “I love you too.”