I just read your dolaar fic and it's amazing!!! It's so hard to find stuff with a desi reader. I adore your stuff!
Could I possibly request an August x Desi!male! reader fic? Like the reader's a cleaner and his vital instrument is two of his metal bengals. Maybe the bengals turn really big (like a foot or two diameter) with the gems turning into sharp spikes when he activates it. And he likes to hole up in August's work room and just quietly hang out off to the side when he's not training or on missions. (Ik it's normally women that wear bengals, but I'm a guy and wear some)
Thank you thank you thank you!!
Gachiakuta | August Stiltza: The Art of Love
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''Im trying Jaan....''Love
There was always the faint scratch of charcoal against paper, the metallic clink of tools shifting somewhere across the room, the soft rustle of fabric being moved from one place to another.
But compared to most days, it was peaceful.
Warm sunlight spilled through the workshop windows, painting strips of gold across the floorboards and illuminating countless bolts of fabric stacked neatly around the room.
Half-finished designs.The entire space looked like it had been overtaken by an enthusiastic tailor.
Which, admittedly, it had.August stood several feet away, one hand supporting his chin while the other held a sketchbook. You had draw the designs for the clothing line,desi inspired because you deman-ASKED.
His eyes narrowed.Not critically.
Thoughtfully.Professionally.
Meanwhile, Y/N was beginning to regret every life decision that had led him to this exact moment:"Jaan?"Love
The man continued staring.
"Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn."
Y/N sighed,dramatically like he has been standing her for 5 hours,what,actually felt like it..
"You said that twenty minutes ago." August ignored the complaint.Mostly because he was busy.
Partly because Y/N looked magnificent.The latest piece draped over Y/N's shoulders was inspired by clothing from his homeland.
August would never insult another culture by simply reproducing it without understanding.
''Does it go well with my Bangels?''You asked in which august nodded.
August nodded,understanding what you meant after dating for 5 months.Instead he had spent months listening.Learning.Asking questions.Studying details.
Meanings.Traditions.Stories.
The significance behind certain patterns.The symbolism of embroidery.The history woven into every stitch.
And now those inspirations had begun appearing in his newest collection.
The long coat currently resting on Y/N's shoulders carried hints of a sherwani silhouette.
Gold embroidery climbed across deep emerald fabric in intricate patterns inspired by designs Y/N had shown him months ago.The sleeves were fitted.The collar stood high.And somehow it suited him perfectly.August made another note.Crossed something out.
The movement caused several decorative chains to sway.
Y/n froze:"...You realize people usually say please,Jaan"
August looked up:"I know."
Y/n rolled his eyes.Despite his complaints, he remained standing.
Patiently.Mostly.Because this happened frequently now.
Whenever August wanted to test a design, Y/n somehow became involved.
At first it had been practical.A matter of measurements.
Fit.Movement.Functionality.
Then it had become suspicious. Because August apparently designed half his collection with Y/n specifically in mind.
Not that either of them acknowledged this.
Y/n obeyed.August adjusted a sleeve.Stepped back.Looked.Stepped forward again.Adjusted something else.His fingers were careful.
Yet there was an undeniable gentleness in every movement.The sort reserved for things one valued."You know," Y/N said eventually.
"The fit could use some gems....and sequins! and some pearls OH AN-."
"When the fit is ready for the details,we will''August said,sowing needles in his mouth as he corrected the hip.
"Can I choose them?''You asked sweetly
''...you can''August said
''ÝAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY''You said,jumping up and down while August continued working.
August placed his hands on your waist ''STAY STILL!''
Y/n could feel warmth creeping into his face.August immediately focused very hard on his sketchbook while holding you. He was trying to completye the motive around the waist area.
Y/n laughed what made August smiled too and grin wide.
every new design inspired by Y/N's culture was proof of something he rarely said aloud.
August listened.He remembered.He cared.And perhaps nothing made that clearer than the fact that every sketch pinned around the workshop walls carried traces of home woven into the fabric.Not because August found the designs beautiful.Though he did. But because the man wearing them was.You spended the evening sitting behind August on his bike while he rode around-you went along with an improtant errand,he ran out of black thread.Stopped in canvas town just for the fun and were now riding back.
The first time people saw Y/N's Vital Instrument activate, they laughed.
The bangles themselves looked harmless enough. Thick metal kadas resting comfortably around his wrists, decorated with small gemstones that glimmered whenever they caught the light.
People underestimated them.
The moment Y/N activated his Jinki, the gemstones split apart with a metallic click. Segments unfolded from the bangles like blooming steel flowers, expanding outward until two massive rings hovered around him, each nearly two feet across.
The jewels elongated into vicious spikes.The air itself seemed to hum.And suddenly nobody was laughing anymore.Y/n, however, remained exactly the same.
''AND CUT!'' August yelled,looking at the photo, the fan for the wind-effect was turned off.
''Did you get my good side?''You asked,doing a hair flip.''Oh what am I saying,as if I have a bad side-''
''You blinked''August said,zooming in.
Most people expected someone with a weapon that intimidating to have a larger personality.Instead, Y/n spent most of his free time cleaning.
Not because he had to.Because he liked it.There was something satisfying about taking a cluttered space and making it neat again.Something comforting about order.Which was probably why he ended up spending so much time in August Stiltza's workshop.The room was a disaster.An organized disaster, according to August.A disaster, according to everyone else.
The workshop door creaked open.August didn't bother looking up.He already knew who it was.The soft footsteps.The familiar presence.The faint metallic clink of bangles. "Good afternoon,mera Laddduuuuuu."Y/N hummed in greeting.Ladduu (dessert)
August continued working.Y/n immediately began picking things up:"You don't have to do that."
"I'm aware."A pair siccor disappeared from the floor.A stack of papers was straightened.Several tools found their way back to their proper locations.August watched from the corner of his eye: "You say that every time."
"And yet you keep leaving things everywhere."
"I am." Despite his words, Y/N's expression remained completely peaceful.That was another thing August liked.There was a certain quietness about him.
Not shyness.Not nervousness.Simply comfort.Y/N never felt the need to fill silence.He could sit in the same room for hours without speaking and somehow the silence never became awkward.
It became comfortable.Eventually Y/n finished cleaning.Then, like always, he claimed his spot.The bed he treats like its his throne.
August had never officially given it to him.Y/n had simply started sitting there months ago.Now it felt strange whenever it was empty.
For a while neither spoke.
The workshop filled with the sounds of tools scraping against metal and pages turning.Y/n sat cross-legged on the bed, reading through an old maintenance manual he had found somewhere.Occasionally he looked up to watch August work.August occasionally looked up to find Y/n already watching him.
Neither commented on it.At some point, August noticed Y/n fidgeting with one of his bangles.The polished metal caught the light.
Something about the sight made him pause:"You wear them all the time."
Y/n glanced up:"The bangles?"
There was obvious affection in the way Y/N's fingers brushed over the metal:"My grandfather wore them....apperantly he crafted them for my grandmother...when she passed he wore it in mourning...but comfort too."
The answer was simple.But it carried weight.
August found himself studying the bracelets more carefully.Not as weapons.As something important.Something treasured.Something carried through generations:"They suit you."
The words left his mouth before he thought about them.Y/n blinked.For a brief moment, August thought nothing of it.
Then he realized Y/n was staring.
Not shocked.Not embarrassed.Just surprised:"You think so?"
August frowned slightly:"Why are you surprised?"
"I don't know." Y/n smiled:"A lot of people just see them for girls...."
August looked back toward his workbench:"You are more to the jewerly-it doesnt define what gender it should wear...."The statement sounded obvious.
Matter-of-fact.Simple.Silence followed.A warm silence.
The kind that settled gently between people who enjoyed each other's company.Several minutes later August realized Y/N was still smiling.
Not a large smile.Just a small one.Soft around the edges.The kind that appeared whenever he was genuinely happy.And somehow that smile lingered in August's mind for the rest of the afternoon.
Long after the conversation ended.Long after the tools were put away.Long after the sunlight faded beyond the workshop windows.
Y/n rushed to August and put him in a devestating neck hug,pecking him with kisses ''My Jaan complimented me! Mera Ladduu hame pyaar kare he!''My love complimented me! My Ladduu (desert) loves me!
Because for all the sharp edges of Y/N's Vital Instrument, there was something undeniably gentle about the man himself.And August found that he liked having that gentleness nearby.
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