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Heaven Sent

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Fem!reader x Cyno

Not proofread, oops. pt. 1/?

Des: So basically fem!reader is being held as a worker at an illegal brothel. Resigned and hopeless to this fate, she almost accepts this until our general Cyno comes in the door. [1.2k words]

Warnings: Suggestions of abuse, sa, and exploitation (lightly). Bad jokes.

It's kinda wholesome, I promise!

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The bell chimes and you hear the woman say the usual phrase, "Welcome, esteemed guest! Which of our ladies may serve you tonight?"

At the front of the entrance, a hooded figure stood tall and assertively. His eyes flickered like red embers, complexion browned from the desert's sun, and rough hair that was a smokey light gray.

The moon shined in from the cracks and under it, he looked ethereal, but like any man that stepped foot in this place, you reckon he's just as disgusting as them all. Scum looking to use others however they please…no regard, nor dignity.

He scans the incense filled hall before his eyes meet yours. Then, he expectantly points to you and anxiety begins to flood you as you're led to a room of thin walls, stolen furniture, and second-hand appliances. Whether you liked it or not, if you wanted to get out of that place, you had to serve any client.

Knowing that, you force away your prejudice for what's in store for you. Just for a chance of a better future. One you felt was dimming with every passing day you were trapped there.

"Good sir," your tongue tasted bitterly at the words, "is there anything I can do for you?"

You finally uttered out, successfully choking back the bile, and saying it with every affection you could muster. However genuine that may be.

"You need not do anything." He replies, seemingly unimpressed as a nonchalant expression coveting his features. "I'm not here for that." His cold demeanor relieves you a bit, but you're not ready to relax just yet. His behavior was setting off suspicion, so not wanting to get reprimanded by the lady who runs the house, you tried to allure him…

He sat across from you on a carpet, and you crawled towards him. Every movement flaunted part of your body, --most that you are confident in-- but given the situation you're in, this act filled you with humiliation.

"Nothing at all?" You forced out, yet again. This time, he looks into your eyes filled with despair. Not for the lack of affection of this stranger, heavens no. This was despair over the fact that you had to grovel and hand over yourself to others for freedom.

This, the man knew.

Before you could reach for his face, he takes your hand firmly and returns it to your side. His hands meet your shoulders and fix the clothes that were sliding off them. Your eyes widened to this. Stunned at how, for once, a person that walked through those doors didn't want to take advantage of you.

"I have no interest." He said lastly, immediately shutting off all doubt in his words. So there, you sat, convinced and estranged.

After such an interaction, you remained silent throughout the entire session. Content in what was a rare, albeit awkward and peaceful time. The time passed painfully slowly though, it was frankly, uneventful. That was until the nearing end,

"Come here" he orders, not harshly, but affirmatively.

Knowing you were without a second choice, you did as told and knelt to his level. His hand reaches for your face, and fearing what you've grown accustomed to, you shut your eyes. Scolding yourself for ever believing in good..

You felt something press on your lips, then nudge itself to the side of your cheek. Your brow raises at this and you decide to open your eyes.

You peer down at the amber eyed man as he uses his thumb to smear your makeup. On your lips, a bit on your eyes..and..there, you were done!

After taking a look at you, the man then runs his hand through your hair, messing it up in the process.

Seemingly satisfied with what he's done, he sighs in content. "Perfect." He mutters.

He then promptly messes his own hair and loosens his clothing, which spells you in further confusion. What is with this man? You couldn't help but think.

Told by your perplexed face, the man says to you, "if we come out like this, you would not be punished by your Madam."

How did he know this? Was he aware of your disingenuous approach to him?

Realizing his intentions, you breathed a soft thank you.

Which served as a reminder for why he's there in the first place. He casts his glance downwards, hints of anger and maybe even shame…you didn't cause that…right?

He inhaled and exhaled heavily. Amber eyes meeting yours, staring dead to the core at your soul, before he opens his mouth to speak,

"What's the longest word in the dictionary?"

You stared at him, your mind racing for an answer.

"Smiles. Because there's a mile between each s."

Silence filled the room surrounding you both. Your mind slowly registering the joke, and then at that, the horror of the situation.

"Pardon?"

"The joke is in that the distance of miles is in the word 'smiles' --so by continuing the pattern of the letters, it is indeed the longest word in the dictionary under the context that the letters 'miles,' is treated by its actual measurement outside of the word."

"Amusing, isn't it?" He concluded, rather too calmly than your liking.

You squint your eyes, brows knitted at him, and mouth frowning.

"I tell jokes whenever the room feels less than atmospheric."

You swallowed the urge to usher him away from you, and sighed in relief. Without thinking, you let out a small chuckle. Not for his terrible joke, but for the bizarity of the matter.

If any onlooker were present in the room right now, their pity for you would have duplicated had they thought that your life was this tragic, you'd genuinely laugh at such an agonizing taste of humor.

Thankfully, there was only one: the gray haired comedian-reject who felt a tinge of pride by your undeserving laugh. Small, yet, one he'll hold onto to make his month.

While you were in thought, he neatly picks himself from the floor, heading to the outside of the room. Before he does however, you reach for his hand, and without fully understanding what you were doing, you asked,

"Will you be back?" His eyes met yours once more, and for the first time in that whole night, he saw hope in them.

"Yes, I have a job to finish after all." He answered, not a single infliction of his voice carried any warmth, and yet, he was somehow reassuring.

After he left, and all the other patrons of the brothel did too, the laborious day had finally come to an end at the brothel.

Your fellow workers were allowed to rest. Their last thought before tiredness overtook them, was of surviving another tomorrow. But you remained by the window, filled with a hope that things will get better. That strange man…

Amusing, isn't it?

You recall those words, and the glint of kindness that those words held from the one who said them.

Thinking about it, you hadn't answered him.

Maybe not for the joke…but for this strange man,

"Yes," you muttered to yourself, "I suppose it was." You replied, holding fondly to the musings that occur under that shining moon night.

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A/N: Part 2 is here.

Heaven Sent pt.2

(FemReader x Cyno)

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Part 1 is here.

Pt. 2/?

Des: A continuation of Femreader and Cyno from the brothel au. [1.5k words]

warnings: brief mentions of drug use and implied exploited s+x work.

It's kinda wholesome, trust.

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@scara7102 since u asked, u might shall receive!

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You weren't expecting much when the gray-haired stranger hadn't stopped at the brothel for days. 

It's better this way...you think, but in the back of your mind, a small flicker of hope still burns. No, more like– yearned for a glimpse away from this life. Even in the pathetic form of taking up company with an awkward stranger...it was at least far better than the experience received by other patrons. 

You escape the main hall of the brothel to restock in the pantry. When you entered, in the corner of your eye, you spot a little boy and panic,

“Arman–I told you to hide!” you scolded the young boy. He was barely 5 years old, but he was quite bright for his age. You scan the area clear of anyone and look down to the child, 

“I’m sorry Y/n..” Regret already filling you as you heard his next words, “I was hungry.” His little hands held onto your clothes, and tugged at your heart.

You knelt down to hug him, speaking softly as to not draw attention, “ah, no..It’s okay. I’ll feed you more but you shouldn’t come out while Madam is out there…"

"....if she catches you..then–”

“She’ll take me away…like mom?” you nodded, “Yes, that’s her…” you force a gentle smile to comfort him. 

“Go hide now, okay? I’ll come for you soon,” You brush his hair away from his face and place a chaste kiss on his head. Your worry slowly dissipates as you watch him hide into the only empty cabinet no one bothers to check, then exhale in temporary relief. 

Truthfully, he’s not your son. You promised to look after him if anything happened to her, and it did. Your fellow sister of the brothel was bought and against her will, sent away from her son. Archons know if she’s alive…her letters stopped weeks ago. Either she’s unable to sneak any letters to you at the current moment or…the worse has come to her.

You did one last check to see if you had everything you needed from there before returning to the main hall. Once you were confident that he hid well, you left to return to the very spot you hate.

Thick air and music that buzzes in your ears weren’t enough to distract from the gross feeling of all those perverted gazes on you. Thankfully, none of them could touch you. The madam wouldn’t let them if they had no pretty penny to pay. So, you allowed yourself to drift to the rhythm, hoping that the numbing effect of the ambiance would soon kick in and let your mind leave this place, drift off to an endless myriad…

Another ring goes by the entrance, and you pay no mind to it.

 But then a familiar voice is heard, 

"I'd like her." You quickly twist around to see him and a slight warmth washes over you. That familiar ashy gray hair, tanned complexion that complimented his burning amber gaze. 

He is ushered to you by an ecstatic Madam and you follow along to a room as per usual. 

Once you two were alone, you finally dropped all reserves you put up for that woman and practically beamed at the only other person in the room. 

"I'm sorry I took so long to return. There were issues I had to deal with before I could come back." 

"No, no, please don't apologize!" You rushed out, breathing out a solemn sigh, 

"-you needn't come here anyway, you're not obligated to." Your smile, though unwavering, struck yet another chord to the welcome stranger. But I'm glad you did– you want to say, but no words left your lips. 

Instead, you watch the man stiffened in his place, seemingly apprehensive as he casts his eyes to the floor. Pondering on the right thing to say. You curiously stare at the flickering candle light reflect in those eyes of his as he was in thought, 

"I should probably tell you why I've come here." He finally spoke, meeting your gaze as you sat still and waited for the next thing he had to say. 

"I am the general Mahamatra," you didn't mean to gasp so audibly, but who could blame you for such a shock?

 "...you? the Mahamatra?" 

He nods, never breaking contact from your eyes. He had to be telling the truth…

You had heard rumors of the notorious general and his treatment of wrongdoers. Now that he has leaked this piece of information to you, just what was he going to do with you? Wouldn't this be the part where he threatens you if you told the madam? 

"I’ve been undercover in this area to investigate illegal trafficking activities...among other crimes." He further explains, crossing his arms as he does so. “For months now, I’ve deduced that the main instigators frequent here, and so…”

"I would like to recruit you to be my eyes and ears of this place," He gazes up at your face, the ever-stoic expression with him as he says, "In return, I guarantee you and others like yourself will be freed." 

His serious demeanor does not last long as it quickly morphs to one of surprise when tears begin running down your cheeks. 

"Y-yes...yes," you rushed to answer from fear that he'll change his mind at a moment's pace, but…it was wholly out of gladness, eagerness, and relief. Finally, a way out.

"I'll-..I'll help you in any way I can." You try your best to respond in between the sobs, it feels overwhelming...

Stiffly, he hesitantly raises his hand to pat your back softly. His eyes drooped again to the floor, unsure if his motions were doing anything to be comforting but...ah...it is. Reality would argue that his way of comforting is the equivalent of a person-sized boulder hovering over you, but  it was akin to something of comfort nonetheless,…and that was something you hadn’t had in too long. So you take it, wholeheartedly.

You rubbed your eyes from the tears and glanced at his awkward form next to yours. He looks like, as you can best imagine it; a puppy with ears pressed on its head because the owner is sad. Your sorrow feels a little lighter when you mentally make the comparison and allow a small bit of your happiness to show in the curve of your lips.

He noticed that your sobs had quieted down to sniffles and so, he opted that the best thing to do for you was to continuously rub your back. Then he perks up, perhaps this was his chance–

"How about a joke--" 

"N-no! No, no, this is..quite plenty." You giggled as he absent-mindedly clicked his tongue followed by a disappointed 'ah' right after. 

The session soon commenced into discussions about key targets for his tasks, specifically, men known in the underground of the desert for the crimes he had briefly mentioned. 

"In case you do have…them as clients," he spoke the last part as if he had bile come up his throat, and briefly takes a moment to say the next thing,

"-ingest this into their drink." The amber-eyed man takes out a small sack. You take it from his hand and open it to find little powder-like orbs with an herbal smell to them. 

"When you mix two of those into their drink, the drug will kick in to knock them out. However, depending on the size of the target, the time in which the drug will activate varies, so…" 

"Keep your guard up." You nodded. Your spine shivered in fear…what if you were caught? What if the drug didn't kick in time? 

From the way your hand fiddled slightly with the sack, he could read how you were feeling.

"Nothing will happen to you." To your surprise, you felt a firm grip on your hand as he placed his atop. It was his way of trying to reassure you.

Remembering his promise and what it could mean for you, and Arman…

"Cyno," you spoke out of the blue, and he's unexpectedly glad to hear his name from you as he tunes in,

"If I'm going into this, I have one thing to ask of you." 

If it were for that precious child of your dear friend, then you could probably take on the world.

 After he had heard and agreed to your conditions, that fear left you and you both discussed in detail how this was going to go.

When the day had finished and the stars appeared, you made sure that everyone was vast asleep before letting him come out.

"Cyno?" Arman says. He sat comfortably in your arms as you and he raised your hand up to the moon from the windowsill, staring off in wonder together. 

"That’s his name, little one"

“He’ll help us? like a hero?” he asks, turning to you all giddy. You hummed in response, your heart warming when you saw a little smile form from the round face of the child. 

“Yeah, he’ll help us get out of here. Then aunty can buy you all the candies you want.” you tickled his sides and grinned at his squirming and half-laughs. 

 That cool sumerian evening, the night sky was a lot prettier than when you last saw it. Perhaps it was the stars that seemed to burn brighter now that there was hope coming your way. 

Far away from the brothel, the desert, and its hidden crimes, the moon shone in on a certain hut in the forest.

A young man reluctantly sat at his desk, waiting for his troublesome friend. His fennec ears twitched at the sound of feet landing on the ground. 

That must be him.

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A/N : Part 3 is out!

Heaven Sent pt. 3

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Previous parts: Part 1 and part 2.

Not proofread, oop [1.8k words]

des: A third addition to my ongoing FemReader x Cyno brothel series.

warnings: light drug usage, brief violence, and choking (#notkinky ofc).

Don't worry y'all! it's not as heavy as it looks. This series will have a good ending :))

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Before he could stand up and blast his friend for being tardy, the general had already entered, and the air around him was far from pleasant. So, he decided to cast aside his previous words of banter in favor of the matter at hand.

"You're later than our scheduled time, did something come up? How is she?" He queried and was glad to have assessed him earlier. There was certainly malice, with an aura that only matched the one that led the Mahamatra.

An aggression to unjust acts. 

"Nari,” he spoke, voice laced in apprehension. “I feel sick to my core."  

He says, clearly upset as he sat himself at a round table in the room, folding his arms as he did. Upon hearing that bit from him, Tighnari's ears knowingly laid flat on his head —there was no medicine he could concoct that would remedy this. A simple hearing’s out would usually suffice, but this was no ordinary occasion as a friend needing to vent. 

He sat across him, ready for a debriefing of the operation and more importantly, the root of his friend’s anguish. 

"Today, I gave her the orbs that you made for me."

"And?"

"She will do it, the task. But I can't shake the feeling that if…if only I…" Cyno halts, ashamed to say the next chain of his thoughts. Luckily, there was a botanist that could, and it made him cringe to see the general at a loss in his convictions. He grumbled at the sight,

"If only what? You could do better?" Without meaning to, he tsk' at the poor fellow in front of him. This was no time for self pity.

The fennec man sighs, rubbing his temple with his fingers before glancing back at his friend. It’s been a long day for the both of them, and so, he advises the obvious to him,

"Stop being harsh on yourself, Cy." Tighnari leans into the table, trying to beckon the man in front of him to reason.

 "Now that you know what you have to do, it makes no sense to mope about it."

"I understand that much.” Cyno replies, though his expression suggested his feelings remained. “It’s just that I can't help thinking that this could have been prevented…"

Tighnari raises his brow, "What could've been prevented?"

"Any of this." 

For once he remains silent because it’s true. There were obviously variables that were within the Mahamatra’s control, but sometimes, just sometimes, it so happens to slip past them at a blink of a moment. In the end, there’s just some things that can’t be prevented, even if he tried. That’s just the truth. 

Now how could he convey that to someone as upright as Cyno?

Perhaps not…

 Even so—There is still hope to right what’s been wronged.

Tighnari recalls the times Cyno had mentioned her, the woman in the brothel. The fennec man figured that she's the hope in this equation, well, more so in his equation with how the general openly fretted.

"Are you worried about her?"

"I am but…not as much as I was expecting to be.” Very slightly, Tighnari notices the change in the air from the way he spoke of her just as he always has from previous rendezvous.

“She's strong." 

Cyno’s body finally relaxed after relentlessly sitting firm and uptight in his seat. Allowing his back to lay on the backrest, his gaze expressed that his mind was somewhere else, far away. As eager as the botanist is, he chose to withhold his own curious observations of him for another time. 

For now, it'd be best to just let themselves ease up after an eventful day. Tomorrow brings a new set of challenges.

 “Let’s believe in her then, for all our sakes.” Cyno hummed in agreement and sighed at the moon.

The following evening, everything had been set in motion. You had personally asked the women working tonight’s shift to leave the target be, so that he could be locked on you alone, –and sure enough, he came by. 

He bore a seemingly plain looking face. A smile from him would be as inviting and hospitable as any vendor on main street, no one would be the wiser to know that he comes to a place like this when night falls, or that he would be the culprit to many heinous things in the deep underground of the desert. Not that you needed Cyno’s information to know that he’s scum. But if you were still somehow not sold, then that smug grin and cockish air to him would’ve done it for you. For now, that attitude is welcomed. You knew right away how to get this type of person under your will.

“A drink, my lord?” You kneeled to his side, offering the drugged chalice with lidded eyes that looked through your lashes. The man above you snickered, enjoying your ignorance. 

“I’m no lord, my dear.” He passed a dark chuckle that made your skin crawl. “Just a man with heavy pockets.” 

At plenty of others’ disposal. You wanted to say, regret becoming you for not spitting in his drink.

Fortunately, that did not last long because with all guard down, this gullish man took it and chugged it in a gulp. 

With his average body, the drug was taking effect by how his eyes started to daze. 

Here’s my cue.

Instantaneously, you feigned being flustered by glancing away. Tucking the strands of hair that escaped behind your ear, showing off your prettily blushed cheeks as you do. 

“Ah…I’m sorry, sire…I noticed the quality of your clothes and assumed so,” you lean in, pressing a gentle hand on his thigh and your warm perfumed breath hits his neck,

“H-how could you know…the wi..ser? Hah..a..sit with me.” His words slurred as he struggled to stay awake.

“Of course, sire.”

A few teasing touches later and he was dragging you to a room, but not just any room, though. It was a room furthest from the main hall so noise wouldn’t be heard, and a wide window showcasing the waste land. Perfect for anyone to just climb into and abduct someone. Honestly, you had to pat yourself on the back for getting this room all to yourself at short notice.

The job wasn’t done just yet though. You still had a bumbling bastard to deal with. He was almost out of it, so you coaxed him to rest his head on your lap. Once you heard heavy snoring rolling in, you pinched his cheek just a bit to check if he was truly asleep. When all you got in response was an increased volume of snoring, you dropped your infatuated facade and shoved his head off your lap. 

You grabbed a wet cloth from the corner of the room and wiped the areas he made contact with, then threw it at his face. You then hang up the green colored shawl, signaling to Cyno’s aids hiding nearby that the target is ripe for the taking.

As you waited for minutes but it felt like hours, a shrill scream broke from the quiet ambiance and echoed down to your room. It startled you to say the least, but your uneasiness didn't subside because the scream had evolved to shouting.

Carefully, you moved to the locked door and pressed an ear to it. From what you've gathered of muffled voices, it seems to be a one-sided argument between the Madam and a client.

You sigh, there was nothing to worry about after all.

"Y-you…ungrateful wench...!" Your breath got caught in your throat as the horror of the man's hand on your ankle gripped you to the point of pain. Out of instinct, you kicked his nose with all your might, a small crack and pained groan emitted from him, and momentarily released you to hold the injured area. 

You dash to the corner of the room where you tucked your things as the man crawled to you on his forearms, his lower body likely still numb from the drug.

"Y-you did something, didn't you?!" He manages to lunge for your leg and knock you down to the ground with him. 

You can't scream for help. Whether that be the fact that if you did, you'd be as good as dead once the man tells her what you did, or the fact that it would be fruitless to cause no one would be able to hear you. Not when you purposefully picked the furthest room, and especially not when there was loud arguing going on. 

So, you had to fight for your own. Continuously kicking your other leg to his face. Hoping to buy you time. 

But for what? 

How long will it take for them to show up? 

Like always, and for many times more, no one will help you. 

You were doomed from the start.  

No.

 Your mind spared a moment of clarity in the midst of all the negativity clouding it, and in that split second, a chance was thought of.

Your hand dived for something tucked in your things. Your hand searched and searched while your heart beat fights with panic. The man is up to your waist now, clawing at you until finally, your fingers brush against that familiar material. You grasp the orbs and pull it out from the sack. 

I'm not helpless now.

With the orbs in the tight of your hand, you reach for the green cloth that hangs at the window and wrap it at the man's neck, tightening it in a chokehold. The man instinctively places his hands at the cloth, trying to pull away from the sudden loss of air. 

Taking advantage of the moment, you knee him at his stomach, weakening him enough to roll yourself atop of him. 

You then release the cloth briefly for him to gasp for air, –and only for your hand to shove the orbs in his mouth. You clasp onto his mouth with every bit of adrenaline strength granted you.

He, however, fought to swallow them so you quickly knee him in the middle where it's little. He winces and tries to gasp at the pain contracting his abdomen, but he ultimately intakes the drug. You release his mouth from your grip and he urgently coughs in between his gasps for air. He knocked on the floor harshly as his body once again tingled into numbness.

 He tries to get up again, but with the lingering numbness from earlier still in effect, and the fresh dosage he just had, he succumbed to another slumber.

You push him away from you and back yourself to the corner, trying for the life of you to calm down your own adrenaline. No matter the method, you failed to compose as your breaths were still coming in like waves. While you did, your mind was replaying the moments fresh of passing.

Your eyes solely on the unconscious man in front of you. 

In fact, you were so focused on him that you hadn't noticed the hooded figure sitting at your window, who also witnessed the last minute of your ordeal.

"You handled that pretty well." Another voice spoke suddenly into the room.

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A/N- To the folks that come back to this, thank you for your patience :)) (u guys help me fight my commitment issues <3).

There was def a lack of cyno w/ reader here but fret not, it'll all be made up for in the next part.

With loves, Kapi<33

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Heaven Sent Pt.4

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Previous parts: pt.3, pt.2, and pt.1. (Words: 1.8)

not proofread, oop.

des: A continuation of the on-going Cyno x femreader brothel au.

warnings: brief mentions of vomiting and motion sickness.

It's not as gross as it sounds, I swear--

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Screaming fills the room. Just unadulterated screaming with your brain going ape and throwing anything you can get your hands on at the new intruder.

“H-hey, Miss! Calm down—“ the hooded figure shared your panic as they hopped off from the windowsill and onto the floor near you.

“I’m with Cyno! I mean, the general or whatever,” from the moonlight showering in, you watch as the stranger frantically pulls down their hood to reveal piercing blue eyes, and glistening tan skin. She then lifts her hands on each side of her head as a way to surrender any threat she could possibly pose to you. Once she did, her stance was stiff as she peered at you, waiting for you to calm down.

This woman in front of you was neither heard of or seen by you so naturally, you hesitated. Years of being trapped there had taught you to act so, but if she knew about Cyno and his true purpose there, then…surely, you can for a moment…believe that this strange woman is on his side.

You loosen your grip on the powder pouch you were about to whisk her way. Cautiously, you stood up from your enclosed position on the floor’s corner, and yet somehow, she still towers over you. You gulped, still anxious but willing to hear her out.

She notices and exhales, gladdened to see your steady cooperation. A cheeky smile making its way on her features as she explains, “…I didn’t mean to scare you back there…”

She lets her arms down, “I’m actually the backup.” She says as she unveils her hair.

“The plan didn’t go exactly as planned.”

“How so?” you asked meekly, your reserves still held.

“Things escalated more than intended and..that’s why there was a scene down there,” she glanced at the closed door of the room, likely referring to the main hall where the madam threw a fit minutes ago.

“Yeah, that had to be solved so I stepped in, yadda-yadda and arrived here just when you finished that bastard up.” she dusted her hands off and gazed at your stunned form.

“Hm, you’re definitely stronger than you look.” You tilted your head, visibly questioning what she meant by that. She chuckles, a glint of something unreadable in her eyes.

“I don’t mean anything by it, it’s just a rare thing to see something as strong and equally stunning as yourself.” Something like wonder and admiration sparks at her glance towards you. Having been genuinely complimented, your face felt a little warm, “Thank you,”

She nods at you and shifts towards the window, letting her dark hair with streaks of yellow blow with the wind.

“It’s so stuffy in here…I don’t know how you guys do it,” she pops her head out the window for a quick view of the surrounding area before turning to you, asking with a no-good grin on her face, “Shall we go?”

Her hand reaches out to you and in a heartbeat, you would’ve taken it without sparing your mind the time to weigh the consequences. Keyword, would’ve.

“…I can’t.” You replied in reluctance. Your eyes that held new found spirit lost it as soon as it came, dropping down to the floor below when you can’t forget what place you’re in. Who holds you here. With that, even your will can’t tear down this prison. Still powerless, four walls of a room is enough to keep you.

“If she finds out I’m gone, with the room left like this–”

“It’ll be quick, so don’t worry about it.” she clasps at your hand, tugging at you slightly, “We’ll be late if we stay any longer.”

“Late to what–” Not allowing you to finish, she pulls you in and holds you at the waist flush against her body, then leaps off from your window to another roof with you securely wrapped to her.

“You’ll have to come to find out, Miss” her smirk concerns you as she hops from building to building, your yelps accompanied by it. As an attempt to shut yourself up, and from fear, you bury your face into the corner where her neck and shoulder meet.

How embarrassing…

To salvage some dignity, you try to distance yourself. But with a quick glimpse from over her shoulder of the ground far down, you decided your dignity wasn’t worth the risk of a heart attack. Then proceed to shut your eyes and hold onto her tighter. Ah, your poor heart can’t handle this much stress in a night.

She, on the other hand, resisted to tease you. Consider it mercy or pity, she still had manners.

“Ah, shucks.” She utters, having seemed to remember them. A bashful expression taking over that proud face she has, as her smirk is replaced with an apologetic and awkward line of a smile. “Sorry that I didn’t tell you my name yet,” you frowned into her neck, “The name’s Dehya. A pleasure to meet ya,”

That would’ve been more appreciated several rooftops ago.

“Likewise.” You had to whisper to her ear. The loud and rushing wind that passed you both, competed with your voice so there was no other way to respond, at least that’s what you tell yourself at your precarious position.

“And yours, Miss?” she queried, after your less expressed response.

“Find out when we get there,” you shot right back at her. She laughed into the air, and you had to admit, it was nice to hear something so friendly and without intent. It was refreshing as the nightly breeze, finally away from the brothel for what felt like decades of caged there.

Her movement came to a stop, which was good for you because you were starting to feel sick. You don't need to add throwing up on someone you just met to a very tall tower of things to be embarrassed about. She loosens her hold on you as you try to find balance in your dizzy stupor. Others noticed your arrival and a certain voice rushed to you,

“Y/n!” Surely, it was the one you trusted most in this world. A certain silver haired man came into view, “Dehya, is she hurt anywhere?”

“From what I can tell, she isn’t injured. But you should definitely have her checked by your doctor friend.” Dehya held you by your shoulder as you slowly regained your balance but that would be quickly snatched away too.

“I’ll take her then,” Cyno hooks an arm under your knees and lifts you with a hand holding your back, carrying you bridal style, which grants you just about enough embarrassment for a lifetime. Dehya merely stood there, taken-aback by his shift in demeanor. Watching as you were carried by the usually unmoved general and mused at the sight.

“General, I’m fine…you can put me down,” you spoke quietly, your voice only heard by the man himself. Though you doubted that fact as he gave no response.

“General?” you called out, and he finally comes back from his thoughts.

“It’s better to be sure, so…” he felt tense around you and yet, “…please.” he pleaded, his voice the softest you’ve ever heard of him. He doesn’t want to appear harsh, not right now, not to you. Especially not to you.

Sensing this concern, you had to oblige. Even though there was no need to go through the trouble, it would grant him peace of mind. When you look at him now, holding you this close, he looks just as sleepless as yourself.

“Alright then.” you gave in and allowed yourself to be carried in his arms. “I’ll take the check-up,”

There really is no need, though…you thought as the foreign feeling in your stomach appeared and had no sign of going away.

To distract yourself, you take a well-deserved look at the environment around you. It’s a village with a rustic appearance that hones the traditional structure often seen in the desert. Given the time, there weren’t any locals lingering amongst the well-lit streets at this hour.

Save for a lady with blue hair in the hue of the midnight sky. She noticed your company in eyes of two different colors; one is a blue shade akin to the sky at late dawn, and the other yellow like the setting sun. As she approached you, her demeanor held the same air that this place had impressed on you, which was nothing short of warmth and hospitality.

“Good evening, I humbly welcome you to Aaru Village.” She greeted you with her smile oddly bringing you a sense of comfort.

“Candace, where’s Tighnari?” He asked straightforwardly, with a name you hadn’t heard before.

“He’s residing at the chief’s house,” She answers promptly, her eyes never leaving your form as worry becomes her. “Oh my, you look exhausted."

Her brows knit as she thought of the most natural course of action, “I’ll run you a bath.” The lady named Candace curtly excuses herself before you could oppose it, presumably to carry out what she said.

“General, I can’t possibly stay here for that long,” you said, watching the lady go off to do the task in vain, a feeling of remorse coming onto you for not trying to stop her.

“That will be taken care of.” He responded instantly, for if he were more honest, said fact for your concern almost slipped his mind. The aids that came back after Dehya entered your room reported the incident to him. Which left no room for anything else in his mind but ever-growing guilt.

“Then what about–”

“I’ve already seen to it. He’s safe.” A shaky breath leaves your chest.

"Rest assured, you've…done enough."

All of a sudden, as if gravity itself was lifted from you, a burden you hadn't noticed on you had been taken away. Giving you a relief you never knew was being held from you.

"It's been so long since I've seen the night sky from outside there." You spoke from a depth that only came out with the moon. A thousand nights of gazing at the same sky from the window, longing for a better life, and now–

You are breathing in it. Basking in freedom, it feels strange but does wonders to your heart, scarred with hardship.

"This certainly won’t be the last…” He utters, almost like a declaration. Maybe he hadn’t intended it for you, but it made your heart twist in an unexpected way. A mark to a promising beginning.

Thoughtlessly, you smiled and rested your head on his chest. Tired from the previous stress and emotional labor you had undergone. You finally allowed yourself this slice of peace, taking the time to appreciate the cool caress of the night breeze.

Thank you –was what you wanted to say but you could no longer fight the fatigue and felt your eyes grow heavier. Your consciousness eventually sinks into this natural and inviting warmth.

The warmth in question, Cyno, – could only move ever so swiftly because one, you had passed out on him, please don't wake up because of him. Two, oh archons no, you passed out on him, you need help! Does this mean you’ll die? Was he going to die? Possibly, at least his racing heart had that much to say about it.

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A/N: The plot's getting a BBL, by which I mean the plot thickens, which also means potentially longer chaps. :>

As always, thank u for ur patience. <3

(It srsly helps with my current character development era, we love to see it).

Till again :)

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Heaven Sent Pt. 5

FemReader x Cyno (Brothel AU)

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Previous parts: Pt.4, pt.3, pt.2, and pt.1.

word count: 2.2k (oh waw)

unapologetically not proofread, *evil hamster laughter*

des: A continuation of my on-going series with Cyno and Femreader in Brothel AU. They finally get a slice of peace in this one, yay

warnings: None. Just awkward Cyno and bad attempts of the funny.

it took so long to get this out, lawd almighty...

Nonetheless, I hope you like :>

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“Luckily, there’s only a light bruise on her right ankle. So she’ll have to apply this salve for a few days,” the fennec man pulls out said salve that’s in a container, and places it on the nightstand. 

“If she does, it’ll heal like nothing had been there in the first place.” He says as he turns to gather his things. The general watched from the doorway, his arms crossed in his usual stern manner.

“Thanks, ‘nari.”

“Of course, so why don’t we talk about it?” He finished packing up and stood to look at him directly. Cyno sighs, his body now leaning by the door.

 “Can’t we do that another time? There’s a more pressing matter.”

 “Hmm, so pressing that rather than moving onto the next step, you’ve stopped by yet again to check if she woke up. Very pressing, indeed.” He mumbled sarcastically, narrowing his eyes in doubt at his companion, who shrunk a little at his scrutinizing gaze. In doing so, he proved to the foxian that his doubt was not misplaced. Raised brows followed by an even more doubtful ‘uh-huh,’ came from him as he approached the exit.

“You have the audacity to visit multiple times throughout the day, —I know you’re not questioning my medical experience now, Cyno.” He rests a hand on his hip and eyes him again.

“What is with you, nowadays?” He tried to come across as lighthearted as possible, like how any friend would when something raises some concern. However, no matter how he would’ve phrased it –this was obviously a confrontation.

The gray haired man looks pressed at the question at first, not really knowing why he himself is more anxious…more restless these days, either. Just a while ago, he was in the exact state—moving around without settling, going at the racing pace of his thoughts and before he knew it, his feet led him to her. Where he subconsciously waits for her to open her eyes…

Even so, the only thing he could say from what little he could gather for himself —of himself, is “I don’t know…” 

A bit of shame came with that feeling of dejectedness at his own answer. But truly, that was all he could sum it as. Crossed arms and heavy sighs, the pair of men resembled each other in the room. Cyno’s days when everything was clear and easy to understand seems blurry now. Seeing how things are, Tighnari decides not to press any further.

With one last heavy sigh, he glances towards him again, eyes much softer compared to moments ago. He figured the last thing his friend needed was more things to take up his well over occupied mind.

“If you’ve spared room for her in that knocker of yours, you won’t have to for too long. She’ll wake up any moment now.” Tighnari places a firm grip on the general’s shoulder, pressing a thin line of a smile, hoping to reassure him. Even if that reassurance could barely be felt, the general could use every ounce he can get right now. He passes him by the door, saying lastly before going,

“You should get some rest too. Nights for us are getting shorter.” Cyno nods, no words needed to be further exchanged. A feeling of gratitude surrounded them briefly. A quick ‘good night’ later and he had gone  his way. Leaving him in that pure silence that was unknowingly needed. Why he suddenly felt steady, well, he could owe that thanks to Tighnari for reassuring him that she will be fine now that she’s here, in Aaru Village. 

His eyes eventually wander over to the resting village, and the serenity that swept it when night falls. These are times that are rare and worth treasuring. In the days to come, all the amount of work that he and his colleagues have compiled for months will finally come to fruition. Everything has been set into place so…why was there still something to worry about?

He shuts his eyes. Inviting the world around him to reach his ears instead, and potentially aid him in his focus ... .And sure enough, the twinkles of sand falling against the wind, the soft running of water in the laid out pipes lined within the walls can be heard. Along came the lanterns with their fire emitting a slight crackle, and he could practically visualize the flames flickering ever so slightly with the palm leaves swaying in the air…

 The sounds of the desert made a symphony to lull his mind, finally enough to calm… 

He opens his eyes again, sighing as he does. But amidst the quiet, a gentle rustling of lenin sheets is heard from behind him.

“I’m not dreaming, am I?” Your hoarse voice rang in the ambiance, one that quickly brought Cyno to your side. He moved from the window and towards you, helping you sit up. Your vision was a little blurry of sleep, not so much that you couldn’t tell that the figure in front of you is Cyno, but you couldn’t quite make out the details of him just right so you rubbed your eyes.

 After doing so,  you took a good look at the figure in front of you and it became increasingly apparent that he looked far more exhausted than when you last saw him.

“General, you should sleep—“ He raises his hand slightly to stop you and opens his mouth, muttering something too soft for you to hear.

“Uh, come again?” You tilt your head a bit to his direction, trying to get a better hear of him.

“Cyno.” He breathes out, eyes drooping slightly as he begins to ease more and more, “Just call me Cyno.”

You couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on your lips, a warm and comfortable feeling invoked at this sincere, albeit, simple gesture. 

“Alright then, so now will you rest?”

“I will, since it seems you’re all set for the night.” your brows furrowed, wondering just how long he had been waiting on you.

“Gener-“ you paused before correcting yourself, “Cyno,” you said carefully, “-were you… waiting for me?”

“Ah, so it seems.” He nodded more so to confirm that himself before looking back to you, answering in certainty, “Yes, I was.” 

“But there was no need to…” You uttered, becoming a little bashful at the fact.

“That may be true but…” the man in front of you tried to come with a reason but just as before, and with his mind running to exhaustion, nothing came up. Instead he turned away, clearing his throat and looking back to you as if he had forgotten something.

“Right, Candace, the woman from earlier had drawn a bath for you. You should probably take it…” Your lips turned downwards. Had a couple days gone by while you were asleep? If so, did your hygiene really deteriorate to this extent? –you could only frown at the thought and asked, seeking in all honesty,

“…I don’t smell that bad..do I?” 

Cyno gazes at you in confusion until realizing and internally cringing over his poor choice of words.

 “Ah..that’s not what I meant—It’s…” he stops to actually consider what he’d say next, before carefully glancing in your direction, “—you’d feel more comfortable if you did. –In fact, you smell..-fine.”

Not that you could tell, especially with his back turned at you, –the poor man’s composure is shaking at its pillars.

“I’ll walk you there.”

 He offers his arm to you, a slight gesture for you to take it and in some unexpected way, you did. A bit entranced —maybe near fond of this charming hesitancy that he was displaying. 

Stiffly, he led you from the room and into the evening. A sweet stroll had engulfed you as he set the pace for you both, however awkward it was. But…you didn’t seem to really mind. Well, you couldn’t really put yourself to. Not when the common stars bear witness to your new freedom, not when you can bask in an eve as pleasant as this one, one of thousands that you’ll undoubtedly have, — and most especially in an arm’s length of the one who promised you so… 

That in mind, you turn your glance from the floor and onto the one who was exhausted on your behalf, who relentlessly still, watched over you as he acted as your guide. Nothing but the deepest depth of gratitude filled you. As clear as the sky, the exact words you wanted to say resurfaced in your mind, and wholeheartedly you retraced them with your lips– 

“Thank you, Cyno…” you softly spoke, sincere as it was from your heart. He however, only answered with,

“I haven’t done nearly enough…”

“What do you mean?” you questioned genuinely, your feet coming to a stop and with him still wrapped to you, he did as well. Red eyes escaping yours, seemingly avoiding your gaze as his words avoid the tip of his tongue. Unreasonable guilt having sit on his lips, leaving you with no answer.

“Do you…even realize how much you’ve done?” He pondered it for a moment before ultimately resigning to just hearing what you had to say,

“Cyno, you’ve given me hope in a place that forced me to abandon it.” You unhooked your arm form his and spaced into the memories of you both, recounting with a gladdened tone–

“You’ve reminded me that I still have strength.” You turned back to him, eyes graciously expressing that gratitude, 

”Were it not for you, I wouldn’t have been able to find my way out of that hell…” 

“So for you to say you haven’t done enough,” your tone suddenly took a shift, one that went serious as you stared at him, “--are you invalidating what I’ve gone through?”

In both visible and audible panic, Cyno jolted to change your mind, “No–That’s not what I think–”

At his raised shoulders and widened eyes, you did little to fight the snicker that made way across your features. 

“Cyno,” You brought up from your chuckles, a lighthearted smile on your face, “I was just pulling your leg.” 

“Oh.”

You hummed at his blank face, and still with a smile you said, “You’re not the only one who can make bad jokes.”

“Are…my jokes not that funny?”

“Well, I’m sure if you keep trying, you’ll strike a gold one, no doubt.” A sigh escapes your lips, seemingly content with the more comfortable air that surrounded you two. Staring up into the sky with a longing from far away, you spoke with a lighthearted tone to you,

“In all seriousness, I meant what I said earlier. Cyno,” your glance leaves the stars from above and turns to look into those flickering flames for eyes, filled with might for righteousness, and still yet, even they’ve grown tired. In all sincerity, from the depths of your being, you uttered to him, “Thank you. For all that you’ve done.”

“What you have achieved so far, has helped, and will help many more who has walked a similar path of life as I have….so please,”

Your hands found his’ and held them in a firm and warm grasp. Your face illuminated by the bright night lured him out of that senseless guilt. 

“-take this much to heart.” The winds, just as before, carried your voice to his ears like an answer to a prayer, and it seeded a way to sooth whatever uneasiness that lay dormant in his mind. It wasn’t a whole lot, but still a start. With that, his only response was a nod to show for his understanding. You yourself weren’t sure if your words carried any weight to him, so at least for now, this much will have to do. You took his arm again, as well as his attention as he glanced to you wordlessly asking what you were doing with him, 

“You still have to escort me the rest of the way, right?”

“That’s right. Apologies.” He’s quick to respond and in a shaky manner too, as he tries to stand tall and walk you the rest of the way without shrinking in place. Concern becomes you as you worry over his wobbly stature.

“Are you sure you’re alright? Maybe…it was a bad idea to drag you with me.” Your hold on his arm loosened the slightest and in less than a second, Cyno had gone from weak to stern-sure, his voice coming in like a thunderclap as he spoke solemnly,

“Y/n,”

“Yes?” you answered in uncertainty, still eyeing him with worry.

“Even if I lost a limb, I’d still be here escorting you.” His brows cast downwards in a manner of seriousness, staring only straight ahead into the distance like a man on a mission. Voice giving anything but silliness. 

And yet, you laughed. He turned to you in bafflement, “...what was funny about that?”

“Ah—No..no, sorry—you losing a limb is not a laughing matter at all—It’s just, you say the most out of pocket things..” you giggled, amused by the strange specimen beside you. That apparent seriousness melted away immediately as his face warmed at the sight of you chuckling. Eyes softened as he watched for what you said next, walking beside you arm in arm.

“If people were around to witness, they’d probably mistake us for lovers.” Your little mindless comment echoed in his mind. It was now completely blank up there, and if you hadn’t called his name repeatedly, he’d likely walk you both out to the desert.

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A/N: So much has happened in these couple of weeks that has kept me from getting this one out.

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I won't delve into it tho, i gotta finish this so i can rant to my mother and commence our ritual nightly watching of cringey ahh chinese dramas.

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Thank you a bunchies to those who come back to this little 'ol thing I got going on here :< <3

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Stay safe out there and remind someone that you love them <3

Until then,

-Kapi

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Heaven Sent Pt. 6 (Cyno x FemReader /AU Brothel)

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Word Count: 1.01 k

Previous parts: Pt.5, Pt.4, pt.3, pt.2, and pt.1.

No beta, we die like my will to fix my sleep schedule (not proofread)

des: Tbh, barely any Cyno in this one. It's just Candace easing reader into the village :>

warnings: None! Just pure comfort: bubble paths, headpats, hugs, all the good stuff.

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“Y/n, I’m glad to see you here,” the same woman from when you arrived greeted you. Her eyes shifted from yours and curiously onto Cyno’s, the corners of her lips turning a little upwards to a smile in surprise.

“-and in company too.” She offered her arm, stifling a giggle at the general’s silent defeat as you took it and unhooked your hold on him. “That will be all for you, Cyno. Thank you for taking her here.”

Hesitantly, Cyno bided you both good night and headed back to the resting quarters for much needed sleep. Now in the care of Candace, you idly followed her through a pillar of corridors. The sound of running water growing louder, and the air becoming denser as you stepped further and further into the building. With the ambient sounds, there was now the awkward silence between you both with the exception of your feet causing echoes in the hall. Her focus was on the path in front of her but sometimes, she took small, tender, glances your way.

“If…you don’t mind me asking, is something troubling you, Miss Candace?”

“Did you notice my staring? I’m sorry if that made you uncomfortable and please, you needn’t call me Miss. Though, I do appreciate the manners.” She chuckled, sighing heavily afterwards as she spared some thought to your words.

“To answer your question, Y/n, I’m a bit in shock –is all.” her gaze wanders to the pavement leading into the baths. Once you’ve both reached there, she gently unhooks her arm from yours and moves to feel the waters in the bath, sending ripples into the warm pool.

“Life in the desert is hard as it is,” She started as she sat on the edge of the waters, reaching to the side for a bottle of what you can assume is soap, and poured it into the steaming pool. As soon as it hit the water, the steam blew up and permeated a fragrance so mellow and calming, it served to soothe Candace as she eased the words out of her mouth.

“But to think there would be others who would stoop so low…to cause such suffering and to what end?” Her eyes stared into the rippling reflection in contemplation.

Neither of you fell on an answer, and even if you could, it wouldn't undo any of what you had gone through or make it easier as to why you had to. Baring that silence, she turned her attention to you when she felt it was ready. With a gaze as equally soft as her smile, she reaches her hand to gesture to you to come in and you did. With her back turned, she waited until your body came in, she offered,

"If ever you need somewhere to stay, you can come and shelter here in Aaru Village." She looks back to you, your head above the water and your body immersed in the warmth of the bath, easing your tired muscles and letting your back press against the tiles of the bath.

"I'd be coming here followed by a lot of trouble, Candace…I don't think I can do that to you or anyone here." You voiced your hesitancy, it was more of a precaution for her sake. But Candace kept grace, brushing a few locks of your hair and dipping it into the water,

"Then let it. Within these falling sands, the people who come here are allowed peace under my guard." You couldn’t stop yourself from trembling a little at what she said. Could you really do that? Start your life anew here? A thought like that used to be as real as a pipe dream, but as Candace’s fingers reached your scalp and untangled your locks, the choice of your fate became clearer to you. You could, you really could..

"Don't you worry about what may come beyond this canyon. As a community, we'll share our troubles and bear it together." At her affirmations, she stilled at hearing your tears drip into the pool, and in silent understanding, she resumed to brush and wash your hair. Gingerly rinsing the soap off with the waters, and drowning out the sound of your tears.

"It's okay, you're safe now." She said, reassuring and scaring off any worry that might’ve held you in that moment, and from beneath your palms covering your face, you sniffled and smiled.

Once you were done bathing, she left you momentarily to dry yourself and get dressed in fresh linen clothes that she had prepared you. As the two of you walked, you were beginning to see the neighborhood homes coming into view again. From your peripheral vision, you see Candace's smile changed only for a second as she followed your line of sight,

"I hope you won't hold this against me." She suddenly said in a lighthearted but weary tone. Her brows furrowed slightly as you fully turn to her in confusion,

"Hold what against you?" Without warning, a small pattern of steps repeatedly hitting the pavement was heard, and it was fast approaching. Before you could react, a pair of little arms wrapped around your waist, forcing you a step back at the sudden impact.

"Y/n–!" The young boy chirped your name with the biggest smile you've seen him have yet.

"A-arman! You really are here," you bent down to hold his face in your palms, checking for any new scratches or anomalies, his grin squished in your hands in the process.

"Aunt Candace fed me lots of yummy food, and we get to share a big warm bed in our room,"

You didn’t spare another moment and lifted him up in a hug, feeling more secure and happy in how he snuggled into your neck and wrapped his arms around you.

“Candace, everyone and the general…I don’t know what to say..” You hated how many times you’ve let your eyes pour like faucets these days, but no one, not even yourself could fault you for it. She sighed in gladness at your smiling face, and kept her usual poise manner, petting Arman’s hair as he’s held in your arms and mumbled with a gladdened heart, “Just get the rest you need, Y/n. We’ll say what needs to be said tomorrow morning.”

Hand in hand, you and Arman followed her into the rooms to retire for the night. Under a new roof from outside of the prison you’ve known for so long, your heart is finally at ease.

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A/N: Updates are gonna be slower than before cause I'm in my senior year in HS, waw,, omg :O

Anyways, the lack of Cyno will be made up for in the next one :))

I hope you guys had an enjoyable summer and as always, thank you for coming back :]

Remind someone you love them and until then, <333

-Kapi

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