Hi, I loved your se-mi x reader and was wondering if you could do a no-eul one where the fem reader is a player and she kind of tries to protect them during the games?
Yesss! We NEED more fics about our favorite murderous guard :D
Warnings: Mildly Obsessive No-eul
Guard No-eul x FEM! Player Reader
No-eul has always felt a protective pull towards you. It stemmed from when she saw you in the very first game, a type of feeling that curled around her heart and blazed fiercely in her chest.
After all, you were such a pretty little thing.
She couldn't stand watching you suffer through the games as you fought to survive. Whenever she noticed your shaky legs, or the way your lips twisted as you held back a cry, she would always tighten her fists and snarl into her mask.
You didn't deserve any of this.
No, no, no, you shouldn't have to fight at all. No-eul should just be allowed to whisk you away to somewhere safe. She didn't give a shit about the prize money; all that mattered was having you sheltered in her arms.
No-eul only wanted what was best for you, after all.
But...that couldn't happen. Aside from the task of rescuing you being infeasible in its own right, she would also have to plan an escape and have some mode of transportation to leave the hidden island and return to the sturdy shore.
And besides, the risk of you getting hurt was all too high. It wasn't worth it.
So, instead, No-eul decided to give you gentle nudges in the games.
They weren't much, usually just stemming from her overlooking a small, crucial error, but it was enough to ensure your survival.
Until she found another plan, that would have to do.
—
You tried not to cry as you stumbled along the steady rhythm of the doll’s voice. The metallic stench of blood invaded your nostrils, and you swore you could even taste it on your lips.
Even now, you could still remember Mi-na’s lifeless corpse on the floor, and the others that followed.
Gi-hun’s reminder rang clear in your mind, repeating over and over again until you thought your brain would burst.
“If you move; you die!”
At first, you thought he was just some crazed lunatic too high on some unknown drug. But, even then, the way his eyes glared at everyone told some small part of you that he was being serious.
And then Mi-na died. A crisp, clear gunshot rang right next to you before she folded onto the ground. The noise had shocked you, seeing as you were right next to her and really didn’t fucking expect someonr to actually die in Red Light Green Light of all games. You remember stumbling back—it was just a miniscule amount of movement, but still enough to be noticeable.
The other players stared at you, wide eyed. And, you knew by the way sympathy had sparked in their irises, that you were done for.
You had closed your eyes, chin trembling as the first of tears fell from your face, and waited for a bullet that would shoot through your skull.
But…it never came.
A few moments had passed, and you were still unharmed.
An unsteady gasp fell from your lips as you felt a fragile, flighty sense of hope bloom in your heart. Were you really going to be spared? Did that movement not really count?
The next time the doll sang, it sounded like the heavenly voices of angels.
The next few rounds passed by achingly slowly. By now, you had decided to stop just seconds before the doll would turn its gaze to you, as an extra precautionary measure.
You didn’t want another close call like that again.
All around you, people of all ages fell down like flies. Even the slightest of movements got them shot, and you watched as one by one the life slowly faded from their eyes.
And, all the while, your mind was racing with one singular thought: Why were you spared?
–
As the timer reached zero, No-eul smirked. She squinted into the day scope, fingers dancing along the trigger.
She couldn’t believe it. Not only had you survived, but she got away with not shooting you too.
“011, what’s gotten you so happy?”
No-eul turned around, startled. Her fingers slipped, accidentally sending a stray bullet whirring past the intended target. The man screamed, tears spilling from his eyes as he begged for mercy.
How annoying.
Another triangle masked guard sat beside her. He chuckled, looking up from his gun lazily as he propped one elbow on his lap. When No-eul didn’t respond, the man made a flicking motion, urging her to speak.
“Come on, 011, whenever you’re on sniping duty for Red Light Green Light you’re always huffing and shit. Always so serious. So, why are you chuckling today?”
No-eul sighed, though she still couldn’t stop the blush that appeared on her cheeks.
“It was nothing, 013. Stop pestering me and go back to work,” She deadpanned at last. Before he could respond and fire back with a creatively stupid insult, No-eul gazed back into the magnifying scope and started shooting.
No-eul didn’t want anyone else focusing on you. You were hers and hers alone.
—
As the games passed by one by one, you grew more and more concerned. Really, you shouldn’t even be alive right now.
You laid in your bed, a frown on your lips. During each and every one of the games, you had done something that should’ve gotten you disqualified. In Gonggi, you had accidentally dropped a Jack at the very last second, but instead of making you start all over again, the guard posted at your side made an O.
Hell, you could’ve sworn the guard’s eyes were on you the entire time. There was no chance they didn’t see your slip up.
So why did they still let you go?
And then, it happened again in Mingle. During the last round, you were unable to find a partner in time on the carousel. In your fit of desperation, you had run into one of the rooms, only to find a very traumatized player already sitting inside.
And, what was even stranger was that no matter how hard someone pounded at your room, it wouldn’t budge. It was almost as if the door had locked itself before the timer ran out.
What the hell was going on? Do you really have a secret guardian angel protecting you, or were the game creators just that careless?
You paused, then punted the last part of that thought to the stratosphere.
If that were true, it wouldn’t align with the actions of the soldiers when it came to other players.
You remembered how stingy they were with the rules, and how a guard even disqualified a team’s toss because one of the men had accidentally stepped a little further than the boundary line.
Maybe your guardian angel would help you with your next game too and just hand your victory to you on a silver platter.
You groaned, covering your face with your hands as a heavy sigh escaped you.
Fuck, all of this thinking was making your head hurt.
In truth, you knew you really shouldn’t be so ungrateful at how you survived for this long. Hell, you were even willing to bet your entire life savings that most of the players would kill to have the luck you possessed now.
But… the fact that you’re still alive unnerved you. And at times, you even felt like you were being watched.
After a few more minutes of fruitlessly twisting and turning in your bed, you sighed.
You needed to go to the bathroom to freshen up.
Awkwardly, you pulled your blankets aside and climbed down your bunk bed. The room was deathly quiet, and you couldn’t stop the shiver that ran through your body as you stared into the inky abyss surrounding you.
For fuck’s sake, get a grip! You’ve already survived literal death games; a little bit of darkness shouldn’t scare you, You chided yourself.
Shaking your head, you spread your arms out and slowly walked over to the bathroom.
The triangle guard on the other side stared at you blankly when you asked them to open the door. You blushed, running a hand along your neck as you started spouting out some nonsense on how your stomach hurt and you really needed to go.
When you had almost considered giving up, the door slid open.
“A-ah. Thank you!” You squeaked, and hurried in.
The guard froze, their shoulders stilling. Then, they nodded, before turning back to their station.
The second you entered the bathrooms, it almost felt like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders.
Signing for what felt like the umpteenth time, you walked over to the sink and splashed water onto your face.
The cold liquid was like a blessing to your sweaty face.
You smiled into your reflection.
Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all.
And then you heard footsteps approaching.
—
After making sure no one was watching her, No-eul strided into the bathroom, a confident smirk on her face. In the still quiet of the room, she could hear her own heartbeat reverberating around her eardrums.
Finally, she was able to be alone with you.
When she opened the door, it took all her willpower not to pounce at you.
You looked so…adorable in there alone, with water still clinging to your chin. Oh, No-eul just wanted to gobble you up.
You backed away, and No-eul could see the familiar look of fear on your face. You were scared. Of her.
She tsked. She would not let that stand.
“Why are you looking so scared, honey?” No-eul purred. “I’m not here to hurt you.”
Her hand retrieved a key from her pocket, and she used it to lock the door.
You swallowed, arms instinctively crossed around your chest.
“F-forgive me, miss, but that is a little hard to believe when you just locked the door. So that it’s just us. Alone.”
That last part was barely audible, even in the quiet night.
No-eul’s smirk grew wider.
“Awwwe, would me taking my mask off help with that, love?”
Your cheeks turned a dark auburn at the mere suggestion, and you doubled back. As she reached for her mask, you tried to stop her.
“Isn’t that against the rules? Won’t you…get in trouble?” You ask, genuine concern lacing your words.
No-eul laughed softly, shaking her head.
“I’ve already broken the rules by just talking to you, baby,” She tilted her head, closing the distance between you two. “What’s one more?”
Your throat bobbed up and down. You looked like you were about to argue, but didn’t.
“If that’s what you want, miss,” You mumbled at last, gaze turning to the floor.
No-eul laughed again.
She knew she made the right choice in sparing you.
She unclasped the straps to her mask.
—
Fuck.
Fuck.
The guard in front of you was taking her mask off. And she looked so fucking hot.
She already had a hot enough voice. Her face card was enough to kill you.
You know what, maybe you didn’t mind dying if this was her face. You would be leaving the Earth with your little gay heart doing backflips.
Unconsciously, you took a hesitant step forward.
The woman smiled, and extended her hand.
“Do you like what you see, love?”
You nodded, unable to speak.
She hummed approvingly, reaching to caress your face gently with her hand.
“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do this, baby. Fuck, you look so precious like this, I could just eat you up.”
The way she enunciated her words made you whimper uncontrollably. This close, you could see every little detail in her face. There was a fresh cut on her cheek, and pretty little dimples littering her mouth. Her lips were plump, but a little chapped.
You wondered how sweet her mouth would taste.
Wait, what?
For fuck’s sake, you literally just met the woman! And she was a guard! You couldn’t possibly be swooning at her already!
But, as you looked at her again, your mind couldn’t help but wander. Would she pin you to the wall and kiss you roughly? Or would she be gentler in her approaches?
“Were you the one who was watching me?” You asked at last, turning to meet her gaze.
Something flashed in her eyes. Something predatory.
“My, my, did you catch on at last?” The guard cooed, hands moving to wrap themselves around your waist. “I supposed the truth would have to get out eventually.”
She pushed you so that your face landed on her chest. Her scent filled your nostrils, comforting you in such a way that made you feel boneless.
Slowly, she leaned in, her breath tickling your ear as she whispered, “Did you realize I was protecting you too?”
As soon as you registered those words, you gasped.
In your surprise, you broke out of her embrace and gaped at her.
Already, you were beginning to miss her touch.
The guard pouted at you when you left her arms, but made no move to pull you back in.
“It was you?” You blurted out, still in shock.
A Cheshire grin danced on her lips.
“Of course, love. I was the one who didn’t shoot you in Red Light Green Light, I approved of your Gonggi performance, and I jammed that door for you.”
You freeze, not quite sure what to think. On one hand, the idea of a pink soldier protecting a player was so outlandish! A part of you didn’t believe her.
But…on the other hand, what she said lined up with the unusualness following you. It made sense that, if they chose to, a guard sparing you could be the difference between life and death.
All that left you was one, burning question.
“Why?”
The woman’s nostrils flared, and an unreadable expression adorned her face. She stepped towards you, placing a hand on your shoulder.
“It’s because I couldn’t let you die, love.”
She paused.
“Do you remember how you looked during the first game? You were so scared, so small. I wanted to protect you.”
Her eyes grew feverish.
“I only want what’s best for you, baby.”
Your heart thundered.
What the hell?
“But, we don’t know each other! I’ve never met you in my life—“
“Oh, but that doesn’t matter, sweetie,” The guard purred, running a finger along your cheek. “We can take our time getting to know each other later. When you’re safe from the games.”
Blood was roaring in your ears. You knew you were supposed to feel scared at her reaction, but something primal inside you relished in it.
Seemingly noticing your shift in demeanor, the woman leaned in close and kissed you chastely on the forehead.
Obsessively, she hugged you once again, though this time her embrace was tighter.
“Would you like that baby? Be taken care of by me? You wouldn’t have to ever be worried again.”
She said the word in between kisses, peppering your face but never touching your lips.
“We would be so happy together.”
Her hands wandered, one pressing against the back of your head while the other rested on your waist.
Despite yourself, you leaned into her touch and wrapped your arms around her. You soaked in her attention, in how desperate she seemed to want to protect you.
You liked the feeling of being loved.
The next time she leaned down to kiss you, you purposefully angled your face so that your lips connected.
The guard gasped softly, but didn’t pull away.
In fact, she deepened the kiss.
You moan softly, opening your mouth and letting her tongue explore it.
Mindlessly, she lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around her waist.
When the two of you parted for air, a string of spit connected your lips.
Mesmerized, you brought a finger to your face.
“I guess you really are my guardian angel,” You mumbled.
The woman only smiled again, and pinched your cheek.
“The name’s No-eul, by the way.”
A/N: Hahaha I stayed up so late writing this ;__:. There actually will be a part two to this! I was planning on writing it all today but I genuinely don’t think I can get it all out without it being utter trash 😭
Please let me know if you liked it! I live for your comments.
[Im going to collapse onto my bed now]
