#bash ilahaj

based of an old drawing of bash and my mc before! (her name was elle back then) I redesigned her to make a6 col instead yippeeee still a kitalphan tho

my bsf and I replaying it jn and why do I always fall for the guys who compliments themselves 😭😭😭 clips of our gameplay later cause it's almost 3am and I need sleep

Damon:

Literally is so down for this. There is nothing he would like more than to smooch you out of trouble.

Let’s be real: he’s too into it. Don’t ask him to help in this scenario unless you’re ready for some of his usual antics dialed up to 11 in the name of “just doing what you asked.”

“Could you please kiss me? For safety reasons?” Damon can’t help chuckling a little; he knows the situation already and yet the way you phrase your plea surprises him. He had figured out what was happening before you even approached him; he’d been keeping an eye on you. 

“For safety reasons, eh?” He teases, figuring he has a little time to mess with you before the creep figures out where you ran off to. But he doesn’t; they're sharper than he’d given them credit for. He narrows his eyes when he notices they are back to being hot on your trail.

“Look, Damon, I know it’s a weird request but-” “I’ve got it covered, sweetheart,” he interrupts you, saying the pet name with emphasis so the people around you, problem one included, can hear it clearly.

The assassin reaches forward and places his hands on your sides, pulling you close to him. He whispers a quick “Just follow my lead” into your ear, which you respond to with a nod. He shoots you a grin before moving one hand to the small of your back and tugging you into a kiss. It is fiery and passionate and has you feeling butterflies in your stomach...a feeling that only gets stronger when his right hand slides down to your thigh and lifts your leg slightly. 

“Think we fooled them?” He asks, rather cheekily, when the two of you finally pull apart. Turning and looking around the area, you see your pursuer is long gone. Never missing an opportunity to tease, Damon whispers in your ear yet again: “I’m not sure we were convincing...think it’d sell it more if we walk around with my hand in your back pocket the rest of the night?”

Calderon:

Mmm depends, to be quite honest with you. If you’re just plain friends, he won’t kiss you. He just puts his hand on his blaster and gives the creep a death glare. 

But if you’re friends with tension, and there’s been flirting going on between you two? Then yeah, yeah he will. Not on the lips, though. 

“I know this is weird but please kiss me; this guy will not take a hint.” Calderon knows something has to be wrong when you grab onto his arm so suddenly. Looking behind you, he can already see a half-bionic man making a beeline for where the two of you stand.

“This happens every time I leave you alone,” he groans. You open your mouth to retort but he bends down to place a firm kiss to your forehead before you have the chance. His hand finds the small of your back, tugging you closer to him. You can’t see it, but Cal is giving the guy a glare while his lips are pressed to your skin. The creep is phased and stops in his tracks; a death glare from Calderon Lynch will do that, yeah.

Meanwhile, you are having an inner crisis over the fact that a simple kiss on the forehead from Cal is making you feel things. The kiss is protective; you can tell from his rigid posture how mad he is on your behalf. However, you can feel none of that anger where his lips touch your skin and that has your stomach filling with unexpected butterflies. 

Calderon pulls away when the guy slinks off. His expression slips into a satisfied grin when he sees the creep flee the area completely. You thank the captain. He answers you with a huff and acknowledging nod, but not before you catch a glimpse of a light blush on his cheeks.

“We need to get you a bodyguard,” he taps your chin briefly. “For tonight, stay by me. And don’t wander off again.”

Ayame:

Oh hell yeah. She’ll just as soon punch the guy for you, but...

...when you put it that way, how could she even have considered any other possible solutions?

Ayame spots the distressed look on your face from across the room as she spins in circles on a pole. She stops her dance immediately, squinting to assess your situation properly. She watches as you awkwardly laugh, clearly trying to get away from the half-bionic man speaking to you. He doesn’t get the hint. She, however, does, and slides off the stage without hesitation, ready to break her hand again. 

“Babe, who is this?” she sidles up next to you right as the guy is asking you to leave with him for the third time that night. You feel her arm on your back, her hand landing on your hip and resting there. She tugs you a little closer as she continues. “Is this asshole bothering you?” Aaaand she’s instigating. Aya may be ready to shatter her bones again, but you certainly aren’t keen on that happening. The robotic man doesn’t get a chance to respond because you’re already blurting out your own in an attempt to diffuse this bar fight before it starts.

“You forgot my kiss,” your slightly alarmed voice does not sound convincing at all, so you quickly add a “babe” of your own on to the end. Aya stifles a laugh at your acting, but grins nonetheless. 

“You’re right; I completely forgot. Let me make it up to you,” she’s practically purring, cupping your cheek and turning your face until you make eye contact with her and oh god she’s looking at you like she wants to devour you- 

And then she’s kissing you. Her lips taste like a fruity cocktail and you kiss back as the hand on your cheek slides down to your neck. You hear a gruff robotic voice mumble something about ‘I get it, I get it,’ but you don’t pull away. The smooching only stops when Ayame laughs. 

“You know, I was just going to punch that guy, but I think your solution worked just as well. Let me know when you need my services again.~”

Ryona:

Is like Calderon in that you get a kiss from her, just not one on the lips. 

She’s honestly just as likely to sidestep you entirely and put you behind her while verbally tearing the creep a new one, rather than deter them with a kiss. 

Ryona gives your hand a welcoming squeeze when she feels you slide your hand into hers suddenly. She turns around with a smile, but it fades into a concerned frown quickly at your slightly panicked expression.

“There’s this guy who has been following me so could you maybe-” you don’t even get to finish your sentence. Ryona looks behind you and sees the guy approaching, quickly giving your hand another squeeze before she steps in front of you. She pushes you slightly behind her, putting herself between you and your harasser.

“Is there a problem here?” She sneers at him. The guy says that there wasn’t until she got involved, and she openly scoffs. Completely unafraid, she steps forward and points a finger in his face. “Leave them alone. Is this how all your romantic pursuits go? You chase someone down until they have to look for help from someone they actually are interested in?” The small crowd of people who until that point had tried to hide their eavesdropping let out a chorus of ‘ooo’s and gasps.

“You know what? Fuck this. They ain’t worth it anyway,” the creep retreats quickly. He can’t handle the heat of Ryona. And neither can you, to be honest; she turns back to you, taking your face in her hands gently and looking you over, and you nearly combust on the spot. First she protects you without even thinking about it, and now she’s looking at you with so much affection and worry?? You’re gonna die.

“I was going to ask if you could kiss me to make him get the hint but that worked. Also you’re really hot. Also thank you.” In your Ryona-induced haze, you rambled out praises. The woman in question laughed, covering her mouth with her hand briefly before moving it aside to give you a peck on the cheek.

“If there is a next time, we can try your plan, Traveler.” 

Vexx:

Sounds fun, sure. He’s a lot like Damon about it. Takes the opportunity to tease you.

Traveler? Begging him for a kiss? Literally why would be ever turn you down? 

“Vexx!” The red-head turns around immediately at the sound of your voice calling his name. He raises a half confused, half worried eyebrow at the fact you seemingly ran to him just now. 

“Everything ok?” He unabashedly looks you up and down in search of any injury. 

“Do you remember when people would hit on me sometimes back when we snuck out of the palace? And how you’d pretend to be my boyfriend to get them off my back?” Yes, of course he does; he doesn’t want to ever forget those times again. “Think you could do that again? This person will not take a hint.” Vexx looks behind you and sees the approaching culprit, narrowing his eyes for a second. But then he looks back at you and a giant grin grows on his face. He gently takes a hold of your wrist, tugging you toward him. Your hands rest on his chest as the two of you collide.

“How could I disobey the wishes of royalty?” He whispers in your ear, pausing for a second after the joke. His second whispers sound far more sincere: “Do you trust me? I want to try something.” You snort and blush before nodding and telling him that of course you trust him; he’s your best friend. His eyes soften at your remark before he leans in and gives you a brief kiss. He pulls back to test your response but when you chase after his lips he smiles and dives back in. When you finally part, you’re both left breathless.

“You know,” his shit-eating grin is back. “The boyfriend act always was my favorite part of the guard job.” 

Bash:

Asks you to repeat yourself, both flustered by the suddenness and needing to be sure you mean it.

You mean it? Well damn, in that case hell yes it’s kiss time.

“Come again? And if you really did say what I think you said...are you sure?” Bash blinks, a blush lighting up his cheeks. Had he just heard you right? Had you really asked him to kiss you? With a pretty please on top and everything? You assure him that yes, you did just ask him to kiss you to help you get rid of a persistent creep. At your reassurance, his stance stops being stiff as a board and he looks far more comfortable.

“Well, if it’s for such a good cause,~” he wiggles his eyebrows and outstretches a hand, offering it to you. You laugh and take it, allowing him to pull you in closer. He smiles at you before looking to the direction you came from. He clicks his teeth and frowns upon spotting a figure making a beeline for the two of you.

“That them?” At your nod, he glares back over at them and raises his voice. “Damn, I’m so sorry, honey! People really don’t know how to take a hint around here!” He is purposefully loud and obvious, and you can’t help but snicker at him. 

Bash looks at you, his eyes asking for silent permission. Another ‘are you sure about this?’ You respond by closing your eyes and his heart jumps in his chest. You trust him so much and it warms his whole being to see. He leans in, wrapping his arms around you. The kiss is gentle and happy, both of you smiling the whole way through it. When you separate, he wears a goofy grin on his face. He looks to where the creep used to be and finds no one.