Word count: 588

Taglist: @milkhalo

Notes: gn! Reader, Phainon drinking weird shit (normal activities), mentions of Anaxagoras and Aglaea, fluff, trynna get out of writers block, swearing i think I forgot

Dividers: @melodiesirae

“Fig Stew, come and eat!”

The garden couldn’t have been any more peaceful. The sun device blanketed Okhema in golden light, a perfect day to take the chimera’s out to play in the city. You placed down the bowl as Fig Stew ran towards you, excited to finally eat after playing for so long. The content silence however, was broken as Professor Anaxagoras burst into the garden, holding a white chimera by the tail.

“Take it, and don’t return it.” Was the only thing he said as he tossed the poor creature to you, leaving in a rush.

You set down the chimera, taking a good look at the new guest. The chimera stared at you like it knew you, circling around your leg.

“I wonder what you did to annoy the professor..” you picked him up, making your way over to the other chimeras, “Everyone, you have a new friend!”

The chimeras chirped up at the sound of a new friend, and they made their way over to you as you set him down. They seemed to get along quite well, already jumping around and chasing each other.

You let them play for a few hours, and before you knew it, it was already sunset. The chimera’s slowly began to tire, the chaos finally coming to an end. One by one, they all made their way back to their nests and let sleep overcome them.

All but one.

The new chimera, who you’ve decided to call Blueberry because of its bright blue eyes, was still wide awake.

“C’mon buddy, time to sleep.”

It whined at you, like it knew you were going to leave him. He sat by your leg, making the cutest eyes known to man.

“Hey, that's cheating!”

You were contemplating on taking it home, like, who could resist such eyes!

“Fine, you can come with me, but only this time.”

Blueberry jumped up in joy, already trotting over to the gate. You definitely had to ask Anaxagoras where he found this fella. As you walked, you realized Phainon never showed up today, despite his streak of always annoying the heck out of you.

‘Seems like Lady Aglaea finally put a leash on him..’

Throughout the walk home, Blueberry walked in front of you, like he was trying to defend you from anything that dared cross paths with you guys. If he was trying to give you cuteness aggression, you feared it may be working.

When you arrived at your apartment, he instantly ran inside, jumping onto the couch in joy. How could something so small have so much energy..

“Listen, if you're gonna sleep here, you’ll sleep on the couch. And do not touch anything.”

Clearly, he didn't hear it, and made a beeline for your bedroom. This was gonna be a long night.

Surprisingly, he fell asleep the second he made himself comfortable on your bed.

‘Seems like that infinite energy wasn’t so infinite after all..’

You joined him on the bed, falling asleep without much trouble.

Later into the night, Blueberry had woken up, but it was Blueberry anymore. Phainon sat up, realizing the potions effects were finally over. He looked around and saw you asleep next on the other side, finally remembering what happened. He didn’t need to think about it, instantly lying down and cuddling beside you. If this is what drinking weird, shitty tasting potions did, he’d gladly do it again.

And once you woke up, you were never gonna accept anything from Anaxagoras without checking it for signs of Phainon.

Warnings: I did some research but this is what I’m assuming from the collab splash art, ooc, fem reader, Halovian reader, yeaner Gilgamesh, I haven’t watched the Fate series so this is how I assume he’s like, super oblivious reader, fluff(?), mentioned of Trailblaze, Archer, Saber, Aha, and Aventurine

Word count: 766

Taglist: @milkhalo

Divider: @melodiesirae

According to the rules of the Holy Grail War, the servant you got would stay with you only till the end of the game. Well, that clearly wasn’t enough to stop Gilgamesh. The Grail War had just ended, the Trailblazer landing another victory. You had done well with Gilgamesh as your servant, and thought that was the last time you’d see him. Oh how wrong you were.

Gilgamesh, after taking a liking to you, has now decided to follow you around like a lost golden retriever. You’ve gotten used to his presence after a while, but there was just one small problem. He always seemed to spoil you with gifts. You asked Saber and Archer if this was normal, in which they replied, “Just leave him.”

Why leave him if his intentions so far seem generous?

You watched from afar as Gilgamesh took out a horde of Anti-Matter Legionaries who, as he said, “Dared to cross paths with him!” His strength was admirable, you noted as he took out the last of them, dusting himself as he made his way back.

“Are you done staring, birdie?” He said, tossing a ruby necklace in your direction, "Take it, I found it with those worthless excuses of Destruction.”

“Actually,” He paused, the Gates of Babylon opened behind him. He grabbed a few more jewels, handing them over to you. “Take those as well.”

“Isn’t this a bit too much-” You were interrupted mid-sentence as he ruffled your hair.

“Too much? Stop acting like a peasant and take it.”

Sighing in exasperation, you pocketed them and followed him as you made your way back to The Reverie.

‘Wait a minute, when did we make reservations here?’ You questioned yourself as Gilgamesh made his way to the receptionist.

You watched as he spoke with the receptionist, handing them a stack of credits that could rival Aventurine’s wallet. The receptionist took one glance at the credits and immediately handed him a key without a thought.

Gilgamesh took the key and made his way over to you with a smug smile plastered on his face, “Come on, I paid for a room.”

“What room?” You asked in confusion as he made his way to the stairs.

“How about you just stop asking questions and enjoy, birdie?”

You followed him reluctantly as he made his way to the best room in the entire Reverie.

“Wait a minute, you only have one key.” You pointed out.

“Yeah, and? There’s nothing wrong with sharing a room.”

‘He is so confusing..’ You thought as he opened the door, your suitcases waiting by the desk.

Seems like this was planned ages ago.

Gilgamesh was slowly losing his sanity dealing with you. Not only are you oblivious to his gifts, you're now asking why he only paid for one room. He watched as you looked around the room, your wings fluttered in excitement once you spotted your favorite meal.

He had made sure to memorize everything you liked, disliked, and what irked you. What kind of servant would he be if he didn’t know his favorite master's personal details?

This time, he made sure everything was planned out perfectly. Scenery? Out of a movie. Annoyances? Never gonna hear from them again. He walked over to the couch and invited you to sit next to him. He watched your (color) eyes take in the room once more. After a while of comfortable silence, he decided to dive into the topic.

“Impressive, huh birdie?”

“Yeah, how much did it cost?”

He clicked his tongue at the question, trying to move closer without making it obvious, “Who cares, it’s worth it for you.”

“What, is it my birthday or something?”

Gilgamesh mentally broke at that question, ‘ALL THESE PREPARATIONS FOR THIS?!’

“I’m assuming that’s a no..”

“Whatever, just eat.”

‘Did I mess up..’ You mentally questioned yourself as you began eating.

The room was amazing so far, you’d be lying if you said no, but you felt it was all too extra. Too much. You decided to focus on savoring the meal before you, the cost can wait.

After three excruciatingly long hours of Gilgamesh trying to not-so-subtly drop hints at his intention, you fell asleep on him. Your hair brushed against his cheek as you breathed in a synchronized pattern. Gilgamesh refused to move, not willing to risk his own comfort for yours. Hesitantly leaning in, he kissed the top of your head, burying his face in your hair. Once you woke up, he was definitely confessing. Even if Aha THEMself had to intervene to explain it to you THEMselves.

Warning: fem reader, modern au, suggestive, mentions of Ly*us

Divider by: @melodiesirae

Word count: 583

Taglist: @milkhalo

Notes: OMG IM BLOOMING.

You had left in a rush that morning, desperate to pay your landlord the rent before he kicked you out. Lygus, who you were positive was the devil himself, was the worst landlord anyone could ask for. You can curse him later, what matters is that you paid your rent before he decided to jump you. Now your morning was perfect.

Well, besides the fact you left the front door open.

You stepped in and froze at the scene before you: couch over-turned, vase broken, your shelf looked like it was a sneeze away from falling over. And in the middle of it all? Your neighbor Phainon and his giant fluffy Samoyed Snowy. You stood in shock as you tried to process the chaos before you.

Phainon, still unaware of your arrival, was too busy wrestling Snowy off your couch before he tore it in half. When he managed to pull him off, Snowy ran towards you, sitting in-front of you like he demanded a treat for the chaos he managed to cause.

“Ah- (Name)…” Phainon said, slowly walking up to you, “Sorry, I was walking Snowy and he bolted in here the second he saw the door open…”

He looked like a kicked puppy, asking its owner for forgiveness, and Snowy suddenly did the same thing.

“It’s okay, I’m not ma-”

Phainon cut you off, straightening his back, “I’ll make it up, I promise! Let me clean up the mess.”

He left no room for retaliation, immediately cleaning up like his life depended on it. You sat down and watched him, Snowy helping him fix the chaos.

You had to admit, he was cute. But his biceps did not fit his personality. Well, who were you to complain? This was a free opportunity to stare at them, and who would pass up such an opportunity?

You stared as he began lifting the couch with one arm, the sweat on his arm glistening in the sun.

‘Oh to be the sweat..’ You thought, with no shame whatsoever.

Watching him move around the couch, you locked in on his arm, watching how they stretched and flexed, ‘I want him to put me in a headlock..’

Snowy, who saw where your eyes were looking, decided to do something that would probably make him sleep in the backyard.

He slowly prodded over to the chair you were sitting on, and bit off the leg, causing you to fall off.

You were snapped out of your trance as you fell off the chair, landing in Phainons lap.

Phainon stared at you for a second, before red painted his face as he helped you up.

“Are you okay? I’m so sorry about that, I’ll make sure to ground Snowy later.” He exclaimed, glaring at Snowy who was wagging his tail in satisfaction.

Your mind, still processing what just happened, decided another fumble was okay, “Could you give me lockjaw with your thighs please?”

Oh how loud that silence was. You were mentally screaming at what you just said, Phainon froze at that, his neck turning tomato red to match his face. Even Snowy seemed to be suddenly focused on the piece of glass next to the table.

Phainon slowly got back to his senses, grabbed Snowy and dashed out of the front door. (You could swear you saw a bulk on his pants.) He shut the door, locked it, and turned to glare at Snowy who knew he wouldn’t be getting treats for a month after that.

Warnings: angst, reader is technically the child of a titan, gender neutral reader, slight Phainon x reader, inspired by Laufey’s song and mentions of lyrics from it, swearing, mentions of blood, slight gore(?), different POVs

Taglist: @milkhalo

Dividers: @melodiesirae

Word count: 499

Notes: yall had it fluffy for too long

Guilt was going to swallow you alive.

You knew from the beginning something about you wasn’t right, from the golden blood coursing through your veins, to the titans dying wish. You were the child of Talanton, Titan of Law. And this, made you the manifestation of its coreflame. And a walking target.

The revelation came as a surprise, and as a warning to everyone else. If the Flame Reaver ever got news of this, you would put everyone in danger.

You fled to the Aidonian ruins, leaving only a letter behind.

‘It’s for the better. Don’t come looking for me.’

You tried not to think of how much Aglaea would worry. How much he would as well. When you began dating Phainon, he made you promise to hom you’d never leave him alone. Your justification for breaking it, is that he’ll still live without being followed by a walking target.

I didn’t need the reminder of things I’ve done wrong, of promises broken, fragility hidden in song..

You walked through the ruins, dead leaves crunching underneath your feet. It was too quiet, too calm.

The wing began to pick up, bringing with it an ominous warning. Something was approaching. And fast.

Before you could draw your weapon, a fist collided with your stomach, sending you flying into the ruins.

‘Fuck- he found me..’

Staggering as you stood up, you unsheathed your weapon and lunged at him. If you were going to die tonight, you would die knowing you did it to protect Phainon.

Oh how wrong everyone was.

(Flame Reaver POV)

He watched your attempts to land a blow on him, determination fueling your attacks. Yet he also saw guilt. Guilt of the friends you left behind, guilt of leaving him.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when your blade met his mask, nearly breaking it off.

He couldn't let you see the face under the mask. He couldn’t bear to see you realize he had been the one hunting you down. He didn’t want you to know Phainon was the face behind everyone’s deaths.

And your 28,371,298th death.

He thrusted his blade forward, and tried not to flinch when it met with your flesh. He saw life slowly leave your eyes as you collapsed against him, your weapon clattering onto the floor.

It almost killed me, to hear you scream my name, your smile still kills the same…

He took Dawnmaker out, and rested you against the wall. No matter how many times he did this, he could never stop crying over it.

Kneeling in front of you, he took his mask off and raised the greatsword. Cupping your face, he let his cold lips meet with yours as he plunged the sword into your heart.

He stayed in that position for a few more minutes till he felt your body go completely slack.

The job was completed, but at what cost?

I’ll see you at heaven's gate, cause it’s too little, long too late…

DON’T STEAL OR FEED TO AI.

Warnings: fem reader, swearing, mentions of wine and drunk people, reader is Dilucs younger sister, Lumine as Traveler, implication of Venti x Lumine, maybe suggestive, fluffy

Word count: 841

Taglist: @milkhalo

Dividers: @crowttore

Notes: ehe

Blood dripped from the cut on your palm, mixing in with wine as the pain silenced the noise around you.

What a shitty shift.

You didn’t know when it all began, perhaps when your boyfriend Varka had set out on the expedition. Everything seemed normal at first. Sure, you missed him to Celestia and back, but you guys wrote to each other daily.

Well, almost daily.

After three months, he stopped replying. Letters sent, and returned unopened. Even the Acting Grand Master seemed to be only getting letters every month or two. Everyone thought the expedition had been completely extinguished, with no remaining survivors. But, with the fights going on in Nod Krai, it gave back hope that they were alive, that Varka was still okay.

Then came the rumors.

The Honorary Knight and the Knight of Boreas seemed ‘too close for friends’ according to the knights, and began spreading a rumor that they were in an affair or even dating. Knowing Varka, he’d probably gouge his eyes out than look at another woman when he had you. But that didn’t stop the rumors from taking over Mondstadt like a storm.

There were two completely drunk women sitting across from you, rambling off like tomorrow didn’t exist.

“Oh, I heard the Grand Master is dating the Honorary Knight..”

“Really? Definitely an improvement.”

“Yeah, he should marry her after she saved Mondstadt during his absence.”

And that, caused you to snap, shattering the wine bottle in your hand. You were pulled out of your trance by a warm hand pulling you up.

“Seriously?”

Diluc let out a long sigh as began to bandage the cut.

“If you're stressed, take the shift off. I’ll cover for you.”

You only nodded in reply, leaving the Winery through the back door.

Your legs lead the way, taking you to the Knights of Favonius headquarters. You sat down, resting against the cool walls.

‘Maybe they were right..’

‘But he doesn’t even know her?!’

You didn’t know what to believe, the rumors, or your own trust in Varka.

“Well, what are you doing here alone?” A voice said, breaking the tranquil silence.

‘Venti, seriously?’

He sat down next to you, taking a swig from a probably stolen bottle of Dandelion Wine.

“I can tell what you're thinking.” Venti said after a while, “And my opinion on this is that you should trust your heart!”

“And how can I make sure you're not saying this out of drunkenness?”

“I’m saying it as your Archon.”

You didn’t know how to reply, choosing to stare up at the stars instead.

Venti took another swig, and to his disappointment the bottle was empty.

“Awh man.. Now I gotta go take another one. Should probably do it quickly before Diluc notices.”

He shot up, before stopping to say one last thing: “Also, you should go to Starsnatch Cliff.”

And he was gone like the wind.

With nothing better to do, you got up and decided to head for the cliff. A change of scenery would probably calm you down.

You finally made it to the top, and awaiting you was- a wine bottle?

“Did he seriously send me here just for a bottle of wine?” You laughed to yourself.

“(Name)?”

You froze. That voice should not be there.

“(Name)? Are you okay, did you get injured?”

A hand grabbed you from behind into a hug. You couldn’t believe it.

Varka was here. Varka is back in Mondstadt.

He turned you around and stared at you like a dog who just bit his owner's arm.

“I missed you so much..”

“Wait, why are you here? Shouldn't you be at the headquarters right now?”

“Yeah but..”

Jealousy beat you, you probably should ask him about the rumors.

“Did you come here to see the Traveler?”

“What.”

Silence stretched out uncomfortably for a while.

“I only came here because Venti told me too.” Varka explained.

So this was Ventis' plan…

“Why are you asking about her anyways?”

All your pent up jealousy burst out, and you began to explain the rumors to him. Varka listened to your complaints without interrupting you, his expression solemn.

“(Name)…do you know that Venti’s going after them?” Varka said after you finished talking.

“Huh-?”

“Yeah, he likes the Traveler.”

Your brain slowly processed those words. Venti, Barbatos himself, had a crush.

“Wait, so that means..you don’t like her?”

“I’d throw myself off this cliff if I did.”

Relief washed over you, finally putting out the fire that had been ignited all those years. Varka grabbed your hand, walking over to the edge of the cliff. He took his coat off, resting it on your shoulders before wrapping his arms around your waist as he stared at the sea.

“Just so you know, if I ever look at a woman you can always hit me.” He said, his tone implying he wasn’t joking.

A faint flush covered your face, leaning into his chest. You missed his smell, him, and these small moments where you had him all to yourself.

Warnings: wlw, swearing, mentions of other chrysos heirs and astral express members fem reader, MC Caelus

Divider by: @melodiesirae

Taglist: @milkhalo

Word count: 580

Notes: woe taste the rainbow, feeding the Cyrene community today and in honor of this ask by an anon!!

You, an Ex-Lord Ravager, and still Emanator of Destruction, managed to fall in love with a woman who might as well be what the definition of romance is.

How, you ask? Well, that's a long story.

You had stayed behind on the Express when Dan Heng and Caelus left to explore The Eternal Land, Amphoreus. When you managed to connect to them, you were all thrown into a planet wide crisis; the birth of Irontomb. If you think about it, he's technically your younger brother, but that's not important.

When you managed to land in Amphoreus along with Welt, Himeko, Sunday, and Black Swan, you were greeted by a pink haired woman with a smile as sweet as sugar. You left like your heart was going to explode each time you glanced at her. It felt so wrong, yet so good at the same time. You, a being made to destroy, fall for someone so pure and loving.

Now, you sat in the finest hotel in Okhema, watching as Cyrene's eyes gently monitored the silent streets of Okhema.

'I'm being an idiot, and it's distracting me from the main mission' You thought, as Cyrene turned her eyes to you.

“Something distracting you, (Name)?”

Aeons above, her voice was like honey. You tried to hide the flush coloring your face by feigning non-chalance.

“Yeah, just thinking about the upcoming fight..”

Cyrene hummed as she got up, her hair swaying in the wind as she took one final glance over Okhema. You could tell by the look in her eyes that she would miss the city, even with the limited time she had to get used to it. From what you’ve learned from the other Chrysos Heirs, Cyrene never got to make it to adulthood due to Phainon having to sacrifice everyone to delay Irontombs birth.

You couldn’t understand what was happening. You, the first ever Lord Ravager to serve under Nanook who decimated millions of civilians, was going red over a pretty girl with pink hair. Clearly, you had zoned out staring at her, one second, she was looking out at Okhema, and the next second she was right in front of you, close enough for you to count each single eyelash.

‘HUH- WHAT??’

“Are you done staring?” She teased, clearly taking joy in your now tomato like face.

You were about to answer, yet Cipher beat you to it.

“Are you guys done making out? Ironhead’s about to spawn.”

That seemed to snap both of you out of whatever trance Nanook had placed upon you, it was time to kick some ass.

Irontomb was dead. His ashes slowly decorated the sky as the machine disintegrated. You sat down, exhaustion finally taking over. The Express crew and Chrysos Heirs were celebrating and cheering. It wasn’t ideal to let your guard down, yet you decided too, just this once. Then, one by one, the Heirs said their goodbyes. They disappeared into golden ashes, till only Cyrene remained. She said her final words to Caelus and the others, then walked over to you. You attempted to stand up, yet she stopped you with a kiss on the cheek. You froze like a statue, going completely red.

“See you tomorrow, (Name).”

And then silence as her form turned to golden dust. After a while, you managed to stand up, touching the spot she kissed.

“Oooo, (Name) has a crush~” March teased.

“Shut up!” You screamed back at her.

Well, she isn't wrong though.

Warnings: mur4er, swearing, reader is a girlfaliure(?), blo0d, reader is Varkas cousin, yeaner reader, mentioned of Arlecchino, Varka, and Flins

Notes: this was so fun to write, the ending is inspired by this by @yearningpine

Word count: 636

Taglist: @milkhalo

You stared at the lifeless body before you, blood painting the snow a dark red. Varka had specifically ordered not to attack any Fatui soldiers working with The Knave. Well, he never said don’t attack if they were spies. Grabbing your sword from the ground, you glanced at your reflection before sheathing the sword.

‘All that matters is I go back before anyone notices, and no one will know of the murder.’ you thought, making your way through the woods.

The leaves acted as a curtain, blocking any light in your path, making it harder to find the way out.

After hours of walking in circles you made your way back to the dead Fatui, an unpleasant smell reeking from the body.

Sighing in agony, you sat down, staring at the leaves above. It was now just you, and the dead Fatui.

And the figure sprinting towards you.

You didn’t get time to react, a polearm shot out, landing next to your throat, and blue eyes staring menacingly into your own.

“PLEASEDONTKILLMEIDIDNTDOANYTHING!!” you screamed out at once, before taking a second glance at the blue eyes.

‘ILLUGA, THANK YOU BARBATOS!’

“I’m not going to kill you, calm down,” Illuga replied, taking a step back to look at your current state.

You were hungry, tired, and about to surrender yourself to whatever monsters were lurking in the forests. Definitely breaking the Knight of Favonius standards.

“I’m going to assume you have something to do with that?” Illuga asked, pointing at the Fatui agent.

“No. Maybe.”

“Fine, yes it was me, it was a spy anyways.”

“Just don’t tell Varka I don’t want to get fired..”

Illuga stared at you, before letting out a deep sigh. He sat down next to you grabbing a gauze from his pocket. It was only then you realized, you had a gash on your arm that had been bleeding for a good thirty minutes.

Two hours had passed after Illuga found you. After burying the agent (somewhere no one would ever find and go curse your bloodline, thank Barbatos), he began cooking food on a fire while you sat there after he insisted you let the wound heal.

‘He’s cute when he’s worried’ you thought, staring at him like an idiot.

“Do you need something? You’ve been staring,” Illuga pointed out, snapping you out of your imagination.

“N-Nope!” You stuttered in reply, bright red slowly coloring your face, now staring at your dirty armor blanketed in snow.

‘DAMN YOU FLINS..’

It was all his fault, you thought. You remember when he introduced you to Illuga, right after you nearly fainted due to how high up Primada was. Embarrassing. (A purple haired fae can be spotted smiling while preparing to fight Dottore)

“Here, eat.” Illugas voice rang out as he handed you a meat skewer.

You took it from his hand, savoring the juicy meat with each bite.

‘AND HE CAN COOK??’

Illuga sat next to you, took his jacket off and draped it around your shoulders.

Your brain short circuited, causing you to choke mid-bite.

“Hey-” His hand landed on your back, as you slowly recovered from that pathetic moment.

You were now very positive that you turned into a shade so red a tomato could never match.

“Eat slowly, I don’t want Varka on my ass.”

You tried not to mess up again as Illuga stared at your intently.

After eating in agony of not fucking up in front of the hot light keeper, you fell asleep on him, you head on his lap as he caressed your hair.

Good to say, once you got out of the forest you were 100% asking Nikita for Illugas hand in marriage, where else would you find a better male-wife! And if Varka asked where you were? Use Illuga as your alibi (and husband).

Warnings: very suggestive, Brant is an idiot but we love him <3, alcohol, some swearing, gender neutral reader, fluff, slight ooc(?)

Word count: 431 words

Dividers: @dearestluka

Notes: IM GIGGLING.

“….this is the twelfth time you’ve come in THIS week alone.” You said, sighing in exasperation as Brant waltzed into the bar.

He was a regular customer, yes, but he never came in this much. Something was definitely up.

“Relax,” he teased, leaning against the table, “is it a crime for me to come here for a drink at the end of a loooong, tiring day?”

You stared at him, unamused, and turned to make his order (you remembered it every time).

“You better not have guards chasing after you, or you’ll be permanently banned.”

Handing him his order, you moved to the back, organizing the various glass bottles laying around. After a while of (unusual?) silence, Brant decided to speak up.

“Say, bartender… why not take a break, and come have a drink with the Fools?” He asked innocently.

“No.”

"C’moon, it’ll be fun, I swear!”

“No, fina-“

You never got to finish your sentence, Brant had grabbed you by your arm and was excitedly dragging you out the bar, and towards his ship. You sighed in exasperation and let him drag you to his ship.

“Here we are! Grab any bottle you want,” Brant waved towards the collection of bottles, getting comfortable on the wooden tiles.

You hesitantly sat next to him, taking the bottle from his hand and opening it. You sat there, staring at the deep red liquid. With a heavy sigh and heart, you took a swig from the wine.

It didn’t take long, after three whole bottles, the both of you were drunk. Brant was singing a sea shanty, completely off-tune. Your drunken self just sat and stared at him, downing a fourth bottle.

“Y’know-” You said, waving the now empty bottle in the air, “instead of be- being so damn noisy….do somthin useful with your mouth…”

“Like?” He questioned, now staring at you with eyes that couldn’t seem to decide on what to look at.

You contemplated for a minute, before deciding on a not so innocent thought.

Grabbing a new bottle, you opened it and took a long drink from it, Brant watching Im drunk confusion. You grabbed his chin, pressing your mouth against his, letting the liquid flow into his mouth.

You pulled back after a minute or two, questioning what you just did.

Meanwhile, Brant had completely frozen up, suddenly all sober trying to process what the bartender just did.

Safe to say, Brant is never going to let you live that down. And, he’s gonna have to return the favor.

(I’ll write it in another on this fic trust gang)