I hope you are doing well. And if I'm not being some crazy bothersome anon who got a massive crush on Tejo, may I get some HC and his smoking habits. I do feel like he smokes, but very rarely. And when he does smoke, it ends up in chainsmoking. Maybe that's how he keeps his demons at bay. By just shushing them down and moving on with a smirk on his face as always.

(Bonus - what Liam and Veto, probably sage, think of Tejo's smoking habit. Since Riot gave absolutely no content on the aftermath of Tejo's revival by sage, I bet he must have taken a moment to gather his thoughts. Maybe a couple of days before jumping in on the field as if nothing happened, and Death just decided to give him a random vibe check)

(Massive apologies for the big wall of texts)

Hello hello! Thank you so much for the request. Just ask away and you shall receive hehehe. Also sorry for the lack of activity lately. Been busy with some things irl but all goods!

Headcanons below under the cut!

Regarding your request for asks about a character & their gadget interacting with you.

Could you do a chamber, geko and or tejo?

Just wanted to give you some options if it's only 1 an ask!😅

Thank you!

GADGETS/WEAPONS/YOU - ft. Tejo

thank you anon <3 I’ll just do Tejo for now, but ill def keep Gekko and Chamber in mind if I find inspiration!! Stay tuned!

I strongly believe tejo is a romantic deep down, and I needed to explore that IMMEDIATELY w this

WARNINGS: very mildly suggestive, petname "mi cielo" ("my darling", but literally "my heaven" or "my sky"), gender neutral reader

Your delicate hands ran over the smooth metal encasing Tejo’s left arm. From where you sat in his lap, it’s as if the weapon were yours to aim. The ammunition beneath the yellowed glass seemed to wait patiently for your aim and command. The surface of the bracer was mostly cool to the touch, with the exception of the underside of the gadget where his arm had been resting over your stomach just a few minutes prior.

“What are you thinking about, mi cielo?” your lover’s voice rumbled from behind you; his chest pressed warmly against your back as he sat up. The arm in your hands was kept still purposefully, as if he were reluctant to break your focus even in his curiosity. His other, however, moved to your hip and warmly caressed it up and down.

“More feeling than thinking…” you admitted. You became very aware of how attentive you had been to the equipment suddenly, and felt a flush of embarrassment. The truth was that you didn’t know why you were so transfixed on it, but there was a slight sensuality to your actions that made you squirm a bit.

You were no complete dummy; you knew Tejo’s work was not what most would consider ‘pleasant’. Still, you were admittedly a slight dummy for how hot it got you to think about the danger he posed to so many–just to turn around and let you run your hands over him any way you’d like as long as you kissed him sweetly at the end. 

“Should I be worried?” He questioned, a playful suspicion in his voice. 

“Just don’t make me mad.” You giggled, letting go of his arm. Leaning back into his broad chest, your hand found his jaw as you craned your neck to face him. Then tenderly, you kissed his jaw. The kiss was rather chaste, a syrupy way to punctuate yourself, and it made Tejo smile.

“If I make you even half as happy as you make me, that's not a worry.”

Finalmente, a solução para o martírio diário de quem vive na margem errada do rio — ou na margem certa, dependendo de quem se pergunta. A Chery, com a sua audácia oriental, decidiu que a Ponte 25 de Abril é um acessório obsoleto e que o Jetour G700, apropriadamente batizado de "Arca", é o messias que nos libertará do pára-arranca.

Preparem os coletes de salvação e ajustem os espelhos retrovisores para evitar o embate com um cargueiro de 300 metros; a era do "todo-o-rio" chegou.

A Questão Administrativa: Carta de Condução ou Carta de Patrão?

A primeira dúvida que assalta o espírito do comum cidadão, habituado a ser multado por ter uma lâmpada fundida, é de ordem burocrática. Para conduzir este prodígio da engenharia no meio do Mar da Palha, bastará o Código da Estrada ou teremos de decorar o Código Internacional de Sinais?

O Dilema da Autoridade: Imaginemos a cena: a Polícia Marítima manda encostar um SUV a meio da travessia por excesso de nós. O condutor apresenta a carta de condução B, mas o agente exige a de Patrão de Costa.

O Equipamento Obrigatório: Além do triângulo e do colete, passaremos a ter de levar uma balsa autoinflável, foguetes de sinalização e, possivelmente, uma âncora de liga leve no porta-bagagens para o caso de o motor de combustão decidir "beber" água.

O Novo Caos Fluvial: O Tejo é a Nova Segunda Circular

Se hoje o tráfego no Tejo já parece uma coreografia de bêbados — entre gigantescos navios de cruzeiro que tapam o sol, cargueiros que não travam para ninguém, os históricos Cacilheiros e as centenas de iates de luxo com música aos berros — imaginem quando a "moda pegar".

Engarrafamentos de Maré: Visualizem uma segunda-feira de manhã com nevoeiro. Centenas de Jetours G700 a tentar atracar na rampa de embarque de Belém ao mesmo tempo que um navio da Maersk tenta manobrar.

O "Road Rage" Aquático: A clássica buzinadela no trânsito será substituída pelo som rouco de hélices a rodar em falso. "Dá o pisca para bombordo, ó nabo!", gritará o executivo apressado enquanto a corrente o empurra perigosamente para debaixo da proa de um petroleiro.

Acidentes em 3D: Os acidentes diários na circulação fluvial passarão a ser uma constante. Em vez de uma simples batida na chapa, teremos "naufrágios de para-choques". O reboque passará a ser feito por barcos de salvamento e a declaração amigável terá de incluir a profundidade a que o veículo se encontra.

Conclusão: Uma Ponte de SUV

Se a moda realmente pegar, talvez nem precisemos de uma terceira travessia sobre o Tejo. Bastará que os proprietários destes Jetours se alinhem todos em fila indiana, de Almada a Lisboa, e os restantes mortais podem simplesmente passar por cima deles a pé.

Até lá, resta-nos esperar que a Chery inclua um sistema de navegação que saiba distinguir um sinal de "Stop" de uma boia de sinalização, para que o nosso regresso a casa não termine, literalmente, por água abaixo.