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awww they all look so cute 🥺 especially Rin, Nagi and Reo! ヽ((◎д◎))ゝლ(^o^ლ)
(art by @chanomoty on twt)
𝐅𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ─ when the reader receives hate !
includes: nagi seishiro, itoshi rin, itoshi sae
warnings: gn!reader, hurt/comfort, less than 1k for each boy, reader cries in nagi's and rin's but it's not dramatic, insults towards reader but u a bad bitch !, twitter... that's a whole warning, bad writing?, lmk if i miss any :p
NAGI SEISHIRO:
‘is nagi seishiro, soccer superstar, ruining his own career with his relationship?’
you scowl at the headline of the article that popped up on your twitter timeline, scoffing at the audacity that some journalists had to snoop in someone’s privacy like that. the targeting and insulting headline, paired with a recent photo of you and nagi that the footballer posted on his instagram, made you feel sick to your core.
not allowing the frustration to bubble in your stomach freely, you try and reason with yourself as you throw the tablet aside. this was the job of a journalist, people had the freedom to assume and gossip, and this is what you should have predicted whilst dating someone so open in the spotlight.
but even with all your rational thinking, something gnaws away within you. something unpleasant that riddles you with anxiety and perplexity. what if... the writer was correct?
journalists always have a reason to write something... are they seeing something you're not?
in a moment of weakness, you find yourself reaching for the tablet once more, breezily unlocking it and clicking on the link attached to a news website. immediately, the first paragraph hits you like a truck.
'soccer prodigy, nagi seishiro, is one of the top players in japan, but it is beyond just his skills that have his fans flocking to him. his charm as a nonchalant, pacifist character draws soccer enthusiasts in like no other.
however, fans have found recent concerns that his spiritlessness may be restricting his true potential as a supreme athlete, all starting with his relationship with l/n y/n.'
something curls within you at the mention of your name and you shouldn't continue, seriously, it won't be good for you. not when the article details about how you hold him back, during the countless times when all he would talk about is you instead of his career and drive on the field; like his teammates. how insiders report that he often leaves practice without much eagerness to exert himself further, that he prefers to spend time with you. the writer also comments on how paparazzi catches him by your side rather than being next to teammates, and questioning if this was a good move for nagi; publicity and relationships wise.
you feel worse with each sentence, getting too up wrapped in the perfect wording of the article to realise that nagi would soon be home from practice. when the familiar routine of a door unlocking then closing, an exclaim of your name, and footsteps padding along the floor, you can't find it within yourself to greet your boyfriend as you always have.
when a certain white-haired turns the corner, he's a little shocked to see that you were sitting in the living room, awake and staring back at him. "oh, hey babe, i didn't think you were home," he says, immediately stumbling over to you with a small smile on his face.
it drops due to your unmoving position.
"is everything okay?" nagi asks, sitting beside you.
"yeah," you breathe, paired with a small nod.
he sees right through you. unhappy with your answer, he drapes himself over your lap like a cat, looking up at you with big, curious eyes. "i don't believe you. what's wrong?"
"sei, do you think i'm holding you back?"
your words are quick and blurry, but the soccer player hears it clearly, and you know he does when he sits up immediately. "what?"
you're a little embarrassed now, unused to his scrutiny. "am i holding you back?"
"from what?"
"from being a better soccer player. you're already awesome, sei, but some people are saying that i'm withholding you from your potential," you frown. "and i don't ever want to be the reason that you can't be your best."
your voice breaks a little when you see the heartbreak in nagi's eyes. were you overreacting? should you have kept this to yourself?
"are you breaking up with me?" he asks softly. you grab his hand, confessing: "no, sei, i just- i read this article and the journalist was writing about how i might be holding you back-"
"-do you believe it?"
"i mean, kinda? i don't know what to think."
"what did it say?"
"that you were wasting your potential because of me, that you kept prioritising me instead of your career. that you don't go to brand deals and galas because you want to stay home with me, that you didn't prefer to stay behind at practices because of me and-"
"-bullshit." you blink at him. "bullshit, you know that's bullshit, babe."
there's a look of fury that you hardly see in his eyes, and when he grips your other hand with a sense of protectiveness, it sends you reeling.
"that's just the way i am, you know that," he mutters. "you know that i don't like to work more than i already do. you know how lazy i am, don't you?"
you chuckle a little, murmuring a 'yeah', spurring nagi to continue. "if the writer's main points were along the lines that you were saying, then it's just me holding back my own potential. you don't do that, if anything, you make me play better."
"i love it when you're in the stands cheering me on, it spurs me to go ‘gg ez’ the other team 'cause i love showing off to you. it's easier to go to practices because i get to spend more time with you when it's over. i love having you by my side during training because you're the best encouragement i could ask for. i love having you."
you wipe the tears from nagi's face with a wobbly grin of your own. to return the favour, he kisses yours away before completely enveloping you in his larger figure.
"i think i'd die without you."
you laugh and he does too, shaking against you whilst gently pushing your back onto the couch with his weight. "i'm sorry i doubted you."
nagi relaxes into you a little more.
"i didn't think you had it within you to say that heartfelt of a speech. way better than when you won fifa soccer player of the year."
he looks up at you with a pout, eyes returning to a point of emotionlessness. "you were gonna leave me, there was no other option."
it's a little later onwards when you see that nagi himself has responded to the article on his official, verified account with:
'L article + 1v1 me in fortnite + who asked + ratio + y/n is better than you + touch grass + virgin + common loser behaviour'
ITOSHI RIN:
“this is a question for everyone, what’s your favourite body part to workout and what exercise?” the audience members asks, her voice ringing throughout the spacious auditorium through the extensive mic system.
“arms, definitely. i like bicep curls and i usually do about 20 with 3 reps, 30 kilo weights.”
“okay damn, macho man. i prefer abs, they’re fun.”
“we know dude, have you seen yukimiya’s abs? they’re perfect.” a loud cheer echoes throughout the hall in agreement whilst the model laughs. “i like glutes.”
“i’d tap that ass,” chigiri mutters, eliciting several reactions from the audience members. many gasp, many cheer and clap, whilst one yells ‘me too!’, causing a commotion from the soccer stars themselves. “anyways, i like working out legs. cardio is my go to though.”
“i… don’t like working out,” nagi murmurs into his mic when it’s his turn, his blunt honesty creating widespread amusement from the fans that have gathered.
the conference was going well to your relief. sitting snug backstage, you were glad that the boys were starting to feel comfortable in the public eye, acting so relaxed whilst in the gaze of many. you knew some had anxieties about this, or just straight up did not want to attend; the ‘some’ being your boyfriend, itoshi rin.
his reasoning was that this event was trivial and ‘not the image i want to create as the best striker in the world’. the only way that rin agreed to the conference panel, was if you came and supported him backstage, and that got him saying ‘yes’ to teieri anri’s pleads rather effortlessly.
now as you watch him interacting with his fans and teammates, acting cool and collected as ever, you’re glad you came too. this is what he deserved after all of his hard work.
“this is a question for itoshi rin,” a voice from the audience declares into the mic. “are you happy in your relationship with l/n y/n?”
silent. it’s so painfully silent because there’s an ulterior motive to the question that everyone realised.
isagi glances at you from his seat and you cringe, not liking the way that rin suddenly became very still. someone coughs, another sneezes.
“yes. i am. why do you ask?” rin responds with a lilt to his tone, directly responding to the faux-kindness.
“well, i just think that someone like you deserves better than what you currently have.”
“expand on that.”
“y/n is gorgeous and lovely, don’t get me wrong, but you should have someone a little special? someone prettier, someone more capable of supporting you, someone who people can actually respect?”
“are you suggesting yourself?”
“and if i was?”
“i’d rather quit soccer. pass on your lukewarm ass.”
the silence went from deafening to non-existent as the conference hall was buzzing with gasps, laughter, and cheers. a faint, but very much baffled ‘excuse me?’ rings out through the speakers around the gym. a series of complaints and grunts fade away from the mic and you can only imagine that it’s the person who asked the question being dragged away by security. otherwise rin would do it himself.
“roasted! everyone knows not to mess with rin-rin!” bachira sings into his mic, not bothering to hide the amusement in his tone.
the team agrees in unison as rin stands up, pushing his chair away.
they don’t miss the tiny smirk on his face.
“excuse me,” he murmurs with a bow before stalking off stage, right over to where you stand.
you meet him halfway, arms wrapped around yourself protectively.
you feel wrong. violated. helpless.
“hi,” you whisper, trying your best to smile with heavy cheeks and eyes on the brink of tears. your expression is half-hearted and rin sees right through it with how intelligent he is.
“you okay?”
straight to the point, just why you love him. “yeah. you should probably get back out there, though.”
he scoffs. “you’re kidding, right? i’m not going back to that shitshow out there. rather spend time with you than some mediocre idiots.”
now that creates a genuine grin to appear on your face. like a domino effect, rin smiles too, placing a hand on your cheek. “there you are.”
you chuckle, brushing his wrist away lightly. “i’m serious about what i said. don’t want to disappoint your fans, right?”
“and i’m also serious about staying here. the rest of the hooligans are interesting enough by themselves,” rin trails off towards the end, contemplative in tone and in expression. he continues swiftly. “if the rest of my fans are as intrusive as that one, i don’t want to talk to them. knew this conference was a bad idea.”
“maybe they were being… considerate?”
he flares his nostrils, looking at you with a muted rage and eyes that dared you to repeat what you just said to him.
“look, it’s no secret that i’m not the most impressive partner the number one soccer player in japan can have-”
“-you don’t get to talk about yourself like that,” rin leans down to your height. “don’t bring yourself down because of me.”
“it’s not you though-”
“-i’m the unpleasant one here. magazines are still waiting on when we’ll break up because of my ‘cold, stoic personality’. you’re not the catalyst for anything to go wrong between us, y/n, and i hate when you act like you are.”
you sniffle, allowing two teardrops to escape before rin wipes them away. you can’t tell if you were crying because you finally registered what happened mere minutes ago, or because of rin’s heart touching (and never seen before) kindness.
the uncertainty makes you laugh.
“you don’t get to talk about yourself like that,” you echo. “and nothing will go wrong between us.”
the teal-eyed footballer smiles at you gently and you notice the cloudy shine in his eyes, causing you to rest your forehead against his. “fuck the world if it does.”
you chuckle. “i love you, rin.”
“you better.”
little did you know, the two of you could actually be seen through a small gap that revealed backstage to the audience. fans saw the opportunity and grabbed it by the balls.
you’ll see the field day that twitter was having later.
ITOSHI SAE:
it’s no secret that itoshi sae was a very stressful person to be around.
from his superiority complex-bred narcissism, to his high standards, no one enjoys taking care of him and he doesn’t enjoy anyone else taking care of him. apart from you, it seems; his lovely partner who has been by his side for longer than anyone could have ever fathomed.
how you two existed, you don’t even know the answer yourself. like sure, you were there, but were you really? sae is an enigma that you’re still actively trying to crack, even after moving in together and waking up beside him every morning, you don’t understand your beloved boyfriend.
it’s mostly because sae’s clueless in all realms outside of football; mix this with his prideful personality, he’s not easily decipherable.
put simply: one of the top youth footballers is not what he seems.
despite his unaffectionate tendencies, you think he likes being in a relationship with you. despite having to initiate dates and movie nights, you think he enjoys them as much as you. despite looking aloof and apathetic most of the time, you think he cares about you too.
one tweet sends you reeling, questioning everything you’ve thought.
@dreamyysaei’m sorry, but sae just looks so bored and miserable next to y/n. and they’ve been together for how long!??!!?!?
under the tweet is a photo of you and sae from a red carpet event last week where you were his plus one. despite how incredible you looked, smiling and all, you can’t deny that your partner didn’t match your energy.
usually, you would just say that it was his natural face and expression because, well, it is, but now you’re not too sure. anxiety ripples within you and it’s difficult to scroll away from the tweet. you can deal with hate comments, but with this tweet so direct and confrontational about your relationship rather than your character, it strips your armour down and you’re left standing in the depths of your mind naked. the comments and retweets don’t help.
“y/n?” a faint voice echoes. “y/n?” it repeats, louder this time.
“y/n!”
you jolt a little in shock, turning around on the kitchen stool to see sae in the doorway connected to the kitchen.
“oh, sae, what’s up?” quickly, you turn off your phone and put it on the marble counter.
he walks over to you with an inquisitive look in his eyes. “i was just gonna ask if you could buy some ingredients for dinner because i need to start making it, but what’s up with you?” the last statement is more of a demand than a question.
you sigh as he wakes over, rubbing your face. you feel horrible. “nothing’s wrong. what did you need me to get?”
he narrows his eyes, noticing your insistence to avoid them. “no, what’s wrong?”
normally, you would have held your ground and continued a back-and-forth until he gave up but with sae approaching closer and closer, you feel overwhelmed by that stupid tweet once more. “seriously, it’s nothing. just tell me what i need to buy, sae.”
“something’s bothering you, it’s obvious. so tell me, what’s wrong? you told me that honesty was best in relationships.”
you huff at the memory of your own words, can’t believe he was using them against you now. feeling cornered by stubbornness and hypocrisy, you swallow your humiliation by unlocking your phone. the exact tweet that sent you spiralling is displayed shamelessly on the screen which you show sae.
he’s quiet, reading it wordlessly.
without giving you a chance to elaborate, the soccer player is gone, ambling down the halls to your shared bedroom. he returns moments later, phone in hand and avidly searching for something.
not a sound escapes him during this process and you’re about to ask him if he was okay before his phone is shoved in your face.
it’s a red carpet photo from the same night, but from a different angle. this one is more to the side and where your 3/4 profile is displayed proudly, sae is looking directly at you with a faint smile on his face, a softness in his eyes that the public hardly gets to see.
“this is my favourite photo of us, and you know how much i hate paparazzi and photographers,” the red-haired begins, boring through you with teal eyes. sae looks like he’s struggling to continue. “you know how much i hate red carpet events, but you know how much i like you.”
“i’m sorry that i’m not all that public about it, but you’re one of few people that i actually like. i hate it when people are snooping so i try to give them as little as possible to work with, but this was my mistake. you know that i’m not miserable around you, right?”
you break into a small grin. “what do you mean ‘few’? you only like me, dumbass.”
your boyfriend scoffs as you throw your arms around his neck whilst he wraps his securely around your middle. “shut the fuck up,” the footballer whispers into your skin, his harsh words bouncing right off and replaced by a delicate kiss.
“so mean, but yes, i know. i’m sorry, i guess the tweet got to me. now can you tell me what groceries i need to buy?”
“fuck it, i’m ordering takeout. gonna show you how much i adore you.”
now you know how much sae itoshi loves being in a relationship with you.
–@theitoshisae replying to @dreamyysae: i’m miserable cause fuckers like you bother me with this shit.
𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐎.
“ I could tell you I love you without saying I love you. ”
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 | Different and unique, albeit a bit unconventional and funny, ways they show you they love you without exactly saying affectionate words.
𝐂𝐖 / 𝐓𝐖 | gn!reader x albedo, zhongli, wanderer, venti, cyno and tighnari (separate); fluff, crack on some, stuck on confined space (tighnari); established relationship; if you spot the meme, very good have a nice day 😂
𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 | Look, I'm not very good at writing fluff because angst is what I do best xD this is just what I could do now so forgive me if the fluff is inadequate lol. Also, this is part of the Fluffvember event hosted by @maehemthemisfit <3 I enjoy writing this so I hope you can also enjoy reading~
masterlist | fluffvember masterpost
It was an established law in the house that the chores should be equally separated at all times. For example, you would wash the dishes in the morning, then the Wanderer would take his turn in the evening. An equal work for everyone living under the same room, and he agreed, albeit begrudgingly at first.
Though such was the case in washing the dishes, you would always see him loitering near you in the morning when you were washing the dishes, crossing his arms while leaning on the doorframe with a frown, under the guise of personally seeing you doing chores because he feared you would break the plates when he was not looking. Likewise, it becomes a habit for you to also sit by the counter to wait for him to finish his chore in the evenings before retiring to bed together.
You would, happily, daresay it become a routine, even.
When you were being particularly affectionate that night, you would just hug him from behind silently, your head resting on his back and your arms wrapped tightly around his torso, no matter how many times he complained loudly and sneered at you for being so clingy. (He said that grumpily but he made no move to remove you anyway, so you guessed that he didn't actually mind the affection.)
“Hmp. Come, hold my hand." His tone sounds so bossy and demanding, though you were not surprised. It's just the way he was, you could even say it was amusing at times.
You wrinkled your nose, peering over his shoulders to see him holding the sponge on his right hand and a plate on the other. “...But you were washing the dishes?"
The Wanderer rolled his eyes in exasperation. “Did I stutter? I could multitask.”
That evening, your shit-eating grin couldn't be any wider to the point he told you irritatedly to wipe that off or you'll sleep on the sofa tonight.
For someone who had lived for so long, Zhongli surely had a knack for poetry at times. Sometimes, it was a random burst of inspiration from overlooking the Liyue Harbour plains, at times it was about a history long forgotten, many times it was, well, about you.
“I love you dearly."
You couldn't help your stomach doing flips and your heart was somersaulting in happiness. And you want to return to him all the love and affection he freely gave you, even with simple words.
Although Zhongli seems to have a small dislike of you saying the word of affirmation back to him.
“I love—"
"I advise you not to finish that sentence." He firmly said, his gloved finger gently tapped at the bottom of your lip to cut you off. Your muscles almost weakened at the intensity of his fiery eyes boring into you.
Seriously speaking, if anyone could perfectly pull off the dom-boyfriend thing, it would surely be a man with the charisma of a god.
"What? Why?"
A small pause.
Then his eyes softened as his large hands cupped the corner of your cheeks, tracing your cheekbones with light feathered touches that left you sighing pleasantly. “...Because it felt you were merely agreeing with me.”
Albedo's curiosity is one of his charms, that's an undeniable fact. His capacity for boundless discoveries knows no bounds, so you couldn't exactly find in yourself to be surprised when he asked you such a…scandalous and funny question.
“Do you mind making out with me?" His tone never changed, the same calm, a bit indifferent, but with enough warmth that he reserved only for you. "Fret not, it's for the sake of science.”
"What." You deadpanned, not understanding where his sudden line of thought comes from.
Of course, you don't mind. But its funny how it's very Albedo-like to ask something like making out right now just for the sake of science when he had many chances to do so behind…closed doors before.
He seemed to have read your thoughts because a serene smile crossed his lips as he put down all his paperworks and approached you. “I merely had to collect many samples before I could draw a definite conclusion. This study is, if you want to know, based on my unpublished research that consists of you and me alone, by the way.”
Albedo said it all in a matter-of-fact tone that you couldn't help but to laugh at its incredulity, his arms snaking around you in a warm hug that could dispel the frigid cold in Dragonspine. “We could. But I have to finish this first.” You gestured to the papers on the table.
The alchemist didn't miss the playful twinkle in your eyes as he gently plucked the papers away and cupped your cheeks so you were looking straight at his seafoam eyes, smirking smugly. “If that's your attempt to decline, I deserve to have the right to decline your declination."
“Corporate can't ask me what's the difference between you and the world.”
It's been a stressful week for you, and all you've wanted is to curl next to your lover, with his arms wrapped warmly around and rest your head on his chest. There was nothing more domestically pleasing than having Cyno's talented fingers smoothing your hair while also massaging your scalp. It's a very therapeutic way of spending time together, especially since he has such a busy schedule during the day.
These simple moments you could cherish forever.
Though you couldn't say the same when he, of all times, chooses to break the comforting silence between you two with one of his seemingly dry jokes again.
Still, you were a faithful lover to him. So, as a faithful lover that you are, you indulged in his daily dose of humour.
You nuzzled your face to the crook of his neck, grinning to yourself when you notice a slight goosebump on his skin. “Why not?”
Cyno deeply breathed. "Because for me, they're literally the same.”
It took you a few seconds to realise what 'joke' he was talking about. By then, you could feel your heart leaping from your throat, and your satisfied grin slowly morphed into a flustered expression.
He gave a small, triumphant snort, but you were too engrossed to the fact that he just told you that 'you were his world and his world is you', to really care for anything but him anymore.
Tighnari is a man of many talents, a great leader who strives for the success and perseverance of others while also never failing to seek knowledge to whichever that piqued his interest. His scholar and Forest Watcher side is highly admirable, but that couldn't be the same to his…questionable sides.
“—I can't believe we're stuck in the same closet together.” You said in disbelief, both of your hands propped on Tighnari's sides to keep yourself grounded and crashing into him completely.
Although you knew he wouldn't mind, you refuse to give him another teasing material from you. He would surely use your flustered state with this forced proximity just to get a rise from you and then embarrassingly retell it later just for shit and giggles. (He does this especially when you are particularly stubborn about doing something that would compromise your safety.)
You didn't even realise how both of you got inside the same closet together. Because the only thing you could think of right now is how he—
“Truly unfortunate,” there was a barely concealed mirth hidden in the recesses of his usually stern voice. Unbeknownst to your appalled self, the key to the closet sits comfortably in his pockets.
For only during this time could he spend his time together with you, without anyone to disturb you both. He could hold you in his arms without any prying eyes, stare at your face without a single hint of shame, and gleefully hear the thundering beats of your heart.
Tighnari knew Collei would open the closet soon, as he told her beforehand. But for now, a man could enjoy his alone time with his beloved, right? Enjoying the hidden moment as if there's only him and you in this world.
You knew Venti could be a little ball of menace sometimes (read: all the times), but he's very open to his affections and the way he expresses his love is a bit unconventional and too much for others, suggesting something unbelievable and funny, but you knew its because he's always thinking of you.
You loved that he's attentive of your moods, that he knew when you need a good laugh, or a shoulder to cry and vent on, or merely times that you need a song to calm your raging heart. He never failed to read you like an open book, questioning you what you want, and giving you all the freedom and love you could hoped to have.
Venti is a good lover.
Still, he's a little menace.
For example, there was a time that you stubbornly refused to let go of your fourth commission for that day, and you were undeniably exhausted and stressed from fighting left and right. As a good lover that he proclaimed he is, Venti playfully snatched the commission paper from your hands and ran away with it, laughing gloatingly at how you could never catch up to him.
It seriously took you almost almost five minutes and cursing and following him around to catch up to his surprisingly long strides. You hit the back of his head and scolded him for doing this again (you knew this was his way of making you take a break so you didn't have any heart to be truly angry).
“Dear me, you could punch me in the face and I would still want you.”
“Shut up, Venti.” You tried to keep the glower to tell him off, but the way he heartily laughed and invited you to fly in the sky, just the two of you this time…
Once again, the commission is forgotten.
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Cyno’s Ultimate Guide to Wooing You (tips from Tighnari)
Edit: Cyno x female!reader
You and Cyno have been friends for a very long time.
That’s why the boy never expected that he would develop feelings out of nowhere, especially not right when you smash an Ajilenakh nut with his pole arm in anger.
He could have sworn his heart went doki doki along with the broken nut.
“You have got to be kidding me,” was all Tighnari could say when Cyno approached him on the very same day with the biggest blush ever.
“She was glowing Tighnari,” Cyno furrowed his eyebrows as he looked off into the distance. “The Love Archon have placed a curse on me-“ “there is no love archon you lummox.”
After a long ass debate and Cyno listing down pros and cons of liking you, the fennec boy decided this topic went on long enough and decided to just throw some suggestions.
“Why not just ask her out on a date? Woo her with something. If I recall, Y/N said she liked charcoal cake.”
And that’s how The Guide to Wooing You (Ft. Tighnari) book was created.
First Operation: date
Now, you and Cyno have been friends for a very long time, meaning you’ve done much activities together.
When Cyno asked you out, you took it as an average hangout and the day turned into a whole TCG war.
Cyno has no idea how you guys ended up in Port Ormos, both of your decks out with his strongest cards in his hand. People surround you two, all in awe at the amazing strategic display in front of them. No, to say he is confused is an understatement.
“Wait Y/N-“ “No I’m not falling for that again Cyno.” “No, we weren’t supposed to be playing.” “Wow I can’t believe you just threw that card out, how am I supposed to win that?” “Wait that was unintentional-“
He never got to confess. But at least he won the game.
Second Operation: food
On the day he was free he barged into the Sumeru tavern, causing a few scholar to run out screaming as he approached the counter with menacing aura.
“One charcoal cake. Do you have a pink ribbon? Wrap it with a pink ribbon. Maybe add a heart on the cake if possible. Write the name ‘Y/N’ on it. I expect no word comes out about me here.”
When you see it, you roar with laughter. “Bruh, this is the funniest thing you pulled so far!”
Tighnari gets no sleep that night as Cyno comes into his room and murmurs by himself in the corner, confused as to what exactly is he doing wrong.
Third Operation: physical contact
Cyno wipes his hand on his shorts for the 15th time as he awaits for you at Gandarvha Ville. Today was the day of his next operation: hand holding.
Cyno wasn’t the type to force any physical contact, unless it’s to punish all evil wrongdoing. But today he was going to go the opposite way.
He will brush his hand against yours, and if you don’t move away he will then proceed to look into your eyes as a sign of love affirmation. You will be struck by his determination and then he will move to intertwine his fingers with yours. And then he will confess.
“Hey Cyno! You’re here early,” you appear in your goddess glory, your smile so dazzling the Mahamatra has to block it out with his hand.
“What a sight to behold.” “Did you say something?”
When you two walked together, people were clearing the path. You figured it was because of Cyno’s title, but in reality it was because of his red shot eyes that was glaring at your hand.
Above you both is Tighnari using his binoculars to watch you both. He mutters curses specially at the Matra, and Cyno could’ve sworn he felt chills go down his spine for no reason.
Do it now you imbecile! Touch her hand! What in the archons are you doing?
Cyno’s heart was thumping so fast he thought you could hear it. He swallowed as he stared at your hand, the delicate fingers that was tempting him to lic-hold it.
“Cyno?” He snapped his attention to your worried face. He inhaled when you step so close to him that your faces were mere inches away.
Tighnari gasped. Are you guys kissing? Why the hell are you guys kissing first?
“Are you okay? You look really stressed,” Your eyebrows furrow together, your cheeks pouting out so slightly.
Your magnificent breath tickled his face, your doe eyes peering into his wide dilated ones. He could smell the faint chicken wings you ate earlier on your body. He could see your collar bones just saying hello to him. Your hair tickle his face as well as his bangs to yours. He looks back up to your eyes and he finally utters his response.
“Stressed? More like I’m a damsel in distress.”
Tighnari to this day doesn’t know how that was a joke to Cyno.
Operation four: Just confess
“Now we all know you have this natural instinct of throwing in a stupid joke out of nowhere,” Tighnari covers Cyno’s mouth before he could retort. “Now imagine I am Y/N. Show me how you’re going to confess to me.”
“No what the f-” “Do you really want to ruin the biggest operation with another joke?” “…”
Cyno sighs and the two boys sit facing each other. Tighnari crosses his arms and mimics your voice in a ridiculously high tone, “Hey Cyno! What’s up?”
“Hey Y/N, um…there’s something I’ve always wanted to tell you,” Cyno inhales, trying to pretend the boy in front of him was his favorite girl. He smiles when his decent looking friend’s face morphs into your beautiful features. “We’ve been friends for so long and I know it’s definitely hard to believe but…I really like you. To me, you’re the most beautiful star in the desert night, the star that guides me to my destination. Will you be mine?”
“Wow Cyno I’m so happy!” Tighnari sings happily with a horrifying giggle. “See, that wasn’t so bad-”
A big thud silences them all.
The two boys slowly look to the side in horror as both you and Collei stand at the doorway stunned. Collie’s basket is on the floor, and an apple rolls to Cynos’ foot.
“I always knew master and Cyno had something!” Collei runs out the door, covering her face in glee as her OTP has finally come true.
Cyno’s face pales as you blink at him and then at Tighnari and then back to him. Then you turn away quickly before they can hear you snort with laughter.
General Mahamatra and General Watchleader weren’t seen for a few days, but there were rumors circulating that the WatchLeader was trying to kill the Mahamatra.
Final operation: Cyno
“Just be yourself Cyno,” Tigh’s words repeat in the boy’s mind. “What do you think will get your feelings across as Cyno? Think about it, and then face Y/N when you’re ready.”
Truth to be told, Cyno has never been open about his own feelings to anyone before. Sure, he told his best (and only) friend that he likes you, sure he beat up sinners to express his irritation of them forcing him out into the desert for three days just to bring them back, but it’s different with you.
He enjoyed all the times he’s had with you, all the moments where you and him argued about who won, the moments where you fed him food when he was loaded with work, the moments when you smiled at him when he would come to see you…he treasured every single second.
He was scared that if you did not return his feelings, your friendship would be broken. You meant that much to him.
But he knew if this one-sided feeling went on much longer he will go crazy and full of hope. He can decide how to proceed with his feelings once he gets an answer from you.
You finally appear. You look around the rather grassy area, before looking up at the night sky full of stars.
Cyno watches with adoration as your eyes light up at the sky. It must be the same look he has when he’s with you.
He silently approaches you with a familiar book in his hand, and you finally see him.
He hands you the book and you blink at it curiously before you open the book and read the contents.
He slowly smiles as a blush spread across your cheeks as you read over each operation listed down and the attempts the poor boy made to gain your affection.
“How did I miss all this?” You whisper, bringing the back of your hand to your face as your ears burn. “Cyno I…”
He places a hand on your arm and comes forward. His eyes are so full of desperation you can already hear what’s he going to say.
“I’m not supposed to be…having these feelings as a Matra. It’ll only get in the way, but…I do have feelings for you Y/N. I enjoy my time with you, I enjoy eating with you. I enjoy fighting with you. I like you. I am in love with you. Will you be the padisarah to my Duel Soul recipe?”
A few days later rumors go around that the General Mahamatra has been stalking a certain girl and the girl is a criminal waiting to be caught in the act.
It’s only a few days later (again) that there is confirmation that the girl is actually the General Mahamatra’s beloved girlfriend.
Omg this was so bad but so funny at the same time aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Sorry if this seemed so rushed, but it came to me in the middle of the night, and I had to write it all down! Hope you guys enjoyed it! :,)
Edit: whoa thanks for the love guys! Can’t believe this got so much attention, I’m happy I managed to give some laughs!
I think kazuha deserves to be cozy too
Traveler puts Scaramouche in the teapot with Raiden and Nahida as company.
3.2 had yet to drop at this time so these are just some of my hopes for Scaramouche's story <3
LOVING HIM WAS RED
after you heard their apparent disdain for you, you've decided to leave the nation you love and travel into a new one. not knowing everything is a misunderstanding. how will they find you? childe. xiao. alhaitham & cyno. PART ONE HERE!
authors note: here is the most awaited second part of “for all that it's worth”! does it give complete comfort? you guys tell me.
tags: gender neutral!reader. fluff(?). comfort. uncensored profanities.
word count ৎ୭ 3.8k 11.15.2022
penned by @doctorheusch
“Lord Harbinger!” The Fatui Agent gasped, kneeling in front of the Eleventh Fatui Harbinger as he caught his breath. Childe didn't bother to look up from the papers he was reviewing while Ekaterina reported its external conditions, he asked regardless while his mind focused elsewhere, “What is it? There better be a good reason you're making a fuss and disturbing the peace.”
“Lord Harbinger! (Y/N) has been taken!”
Childe snapped his head up, looking at the agent with a glare, the hand that is holding the papers unconsciously tightening and crumpling them. The only person who can make him react like this is you. (Y/N). What happened a week ago has been plaguing his mind, he deeply regretted it yet knew it was for the best. Perhaps out of worry or his denial of his feelings, Childe sent someone to watch over you– that person exactly the Fatui Agent in front of him at the moment.
“Taken?” His voice is icy cold, “Isn't it your job to protect them? How can they be taken?” Childe quizzed, slamming the papers down on the table beside him. The Fatui Agent didn't dare breathe so he bowed his head, accepting whatever punishment his superior will order. Indeed, he is the agent who is supposed to protect you but with the number of opponents against him alone, he decided to report and attain backup. Everyone at the Northland Bank branch in Liyue knew how you are important to the Harbinger presiding over them so the agent didn't hesitate to offer his neck on the line. He owed you this much, after all.
Childe stood beside the kneeling Fatui Agent, “Who took (Y/N)? Did you see where they took them?”
“They are a group of Nobushi headed by two Kairagi, my lord. They departed towards Inazuma.” The agent responded and was met with silence; when he turned his head, Childe is no longer there.
Pain is what you felt, not the kind of pain your soul went through in the past days but physical pain. Your hands are bound behind your back with your mouth and eyes covered by a cloth. Three of your senses were blocked, why didn't they just cover your ears and nose too? Idiots. The blood from where one of your captors slid their sword over, oozed to the ground below you. It's an injury on your arm, a wide slit starting from your shoulder until the juncture between your upper and lower arms.
You wanted to go to Inazuma but not like this. What's with this luck anyway? The kidnappers rejoiced when they caught you and chattered about their benefactor paying thrice the price for seizing a Harbinger's partner. Too bad, you aren't a Harbinger's lover any longer. Childe might not be even interested in rescuing you when he learns of your predicament. Thinking of the person you wanted to forget, the pain in your heart resurfaced.
It has been seven days since you overheard Childe and Ekaterina's conversation, you spent those seven days crying to sleep and doing your routine rather robotically. Xiangling even commented on how you look like a walking corpse, deprived of food and sleep. She suggested a change of scenery and you agreed, thinking that you need to avoid Liyue in the meantime. Every part of the Land of Commerce reminds you of him, the memories you created with Childe still fresh in your mind.
“Captain! A Snezhnayan fleet is coming close!” The commotion overhead woke you up from your thoughts as the people shouted and ran around. You could hear them panicking. Snezhnaya? It's impossible. You quickly suppressed the hope which rose in your heart. Childe said it in a clear voice, he only cared about you for his mission, nothing more. “What is the Snezhnayan fleet doing here!?” You listened to how the Captain fussed and was answered by someone, “May the Shogun help us! Their masts bear the Fatui insignia.”
Fatui. You mentally shook your head, your emotions already worn out from the strain you went through, rendering you numb. If this ship goes down with you in it then alright because you are more than certain the Snezhnayan fleet doesn't care for your mere existence. Suddenly, the commotion on the deck intensified, swords are being drawn and commands were thrown around. “Stop him!” The Captain's voice ordered but what followed is a low gurgle, there was something moist dripping on your shirt and it didn't feel like water.
The door leading to where you're kept, opened with a loud crash, its hinges threatening to fall off as footsteps carefully approached your laying figure. Childe gazed at your form with his heart contracting, he shouldn't have done what he did, only now did he realize. No matter if you're with him or not, the danger of being affiliated with his status as a Harbinger will still be lurking. He grits his teeth, slowly untying the binds on your wrists and mouth, taking you into his arms: an arm under your knees and another supporting your back. The Harbinger didn't remove the blindfold just yet, the scene he caused on this ship is bloody and gruesome, not something he would allow you to witness.
You, on the other hand, instinctively knew who is carrying you. The way he held you with familiarity and his unique scent mixed with blood. Childe. He came for you? But he said... You didn't bother to think, maybe this is just a temporary thing. “Shoot their ship down.” The Harbinger dictated after returning to his ship with you, watching as the canons fired at the enemy vessel, causing it to sink. He sarcastically remarked, “Glory to the Shogun.”
Achieving such a feat, Childe brought you into a room, gently seating you down on a mattress and removing the blindfold. The darkness which you were in for hours went away, Childe's face the first thing you see. His eyes are filled with concern, hands softly caressing the corners of your eyes. “Ajax...” You trailed off, a rush of emotions bombarding your being, you felt a longing, a little joy but most of all, hurt. It's clear in your eyes and Childe couldn't bear to look, the blood dripping down your arm attracting his attention, “What happened here?” He immediately asked as he rummaged through the drawer close to the bed for the first aid kit, “Did they do this?”
The nod you gave made his hand tremble, he knew it, he shouldn't have left you by yourself. He's this stupid! A deep sense of frustration at himself surged in his soul. Taking your arm, he silently treated your injury, not once did he become harsh. “Ajax–” You badly wanted to ask why was he doing this. Aren't you a mediocre person to him? Not worth his time, “...Why?”
Childe knew what you meant and when he finished bandaging your arm, he finally returned your burning gaze, “I... I have a confession to make.”
This is where the dam he has built in his soul shattered as he knelt in front of you, his body shaking while he explained everything. Why he purposely said those, why he didn't want you to be with him, why he needed to keep you away. Childe smiled bitterly, “I thought I was doing this for your own good, that you'll live a better life if you aren't with me. It turns out I was completely wrong. (Y/N), none of what I said back then was true. I love you. I love your cooking. I love how we spent every moment in bliss, the happiest I've felt in my life.”
This is the most vulnerable state you saw Childe in, there are tears in the corner of his eyes and they were about to fall. You reached out, hand on his cheek as you wiped his tears away. The Eleventh Harbinger leaned into your touch, waiting for you to speak or not at all, he's fine with either.
“I can't say I wasn't hurt when you said those, it hurt like one of your blades cutting through me. Nevertheless, now hearing your explanation, you are half forgiven.” You smiled, bringing yourself closer to the kneeling Harbinger, your faces inches away from each other. “What does it take to be entirely forgiven, my love?” He asked, you could feel his breath hitting your lips, and you hummed, “I wonder what?”
You were about to return to your original position, however, Childe prevented you from doing so by placing his hand behind the back of your head and guiding your lips to meet his in a searing kiss. The kiss conveyed your yearning for one another, making up for the days you spent away, and healing the damage inflicted on your souls. Childe only releases you from the kiss when you're both almost out of breath, placing his forehead against yours, whispering, “Never again. Your place is with me, (Y/N), for better or for worse. Have I told you that I love you already? Because I do, more than I love any other person in my life.”
High and low, he searched for you all around the boundaries of Liyue but didn't find you anywhere. There are no signs, no clues, no nothing. The Conqueror of Demons was growing desperate every minute that he couldn't figure out where you are. It is the pressing matter which made him search for another person, someone who he is certain knows of your whereabouts. He couldn't exactly leave Liyue unattended yet he also can't imagine you fending for yourself in who knows where.
“You need not worry, Xiao.” Zhongli stated, bringing a cup of tea to his mouth as he took a sip. Yes, he did know where you are, however, you made a contract with him– trapping him into a corner where he couldn't reveal your location. It happened the day before yesterday, you inquired about his conversation with the adeptus and if it was all true. Of course, as an archon and an individual that cannot bring himself to lie, Zhongli revealed everything. The look on your face when he did, distorted into many expressions and he couldn't guess most of them. Continuing his words earlier, the ex-Geo Archon put his teacup back unto the table, “(Y/N) is doing fine, they just need time by themselves.”
“What if they get attacked!?” Xiao didn't believe what he was hearing. Did Zhongli regard your life as a small matter? You two were friends! He couldn't ease his distress and seeing Morax being so nonchalant just made the worry in his heart worsen, “You know where they are.”
“I do.” Zhongli didn't deny it, looking at the adeptus with calm eyes, “My apologies, Xiao. I can't help you because they made a contract with me.” The Conqueror of Demons didn't stay any longer out of frustration, he was getting nowhere with his findings. As he proceeded in his search, he held your design– the one you were planning to show him, an illustration he recognized as Bosacius’ ruins but different, it was beautifully modernized. In his heart, he knew you heard his discussion with Zhongli and perhaps didn't hear everything. Why would you suddenly leave if you heard all that he said? The only trace of you he found is the architectural design that was on the ground.
Carrying yourself up on a mountain ledge, you wiped your sweat, you're a researcher for crying out loud! Not an adventurer. Yet look which idiot decided to climb a tall mountain just to get their mind off a certain adeptus? It's unbelievable how you managed to get so high up. Looking down, hundreds of meters from the ground, you patted your shoulder, “At least I can be proud of hiking this mountain.” Contrary to what a certain Xiao believes at the moment, you are still in the premise of Liyue except in an isolated place where nobody usually goes.
You have erased everything you heard that day from your mind, knowing it's a misunderstanding. However, it still pained you. That is why you didn't want Zhongli to tell anyone where you were going, especially Xiao. You needed time for yourself and what the hell did you decide to do? Mountain climbing. Perfect, isn't it? Truthfully, you're scared out of your wits since you don't how to get down but you swallowed your thoughts. This was your own idea, it's either you suck it up or back away like a coward.
“I really am smart, no?” You spoke to yourself, grabbing onto the next ledge above with a hand, “Smart in being dumb, that's what.” A grunt came out of your lips as you hauled yourself up with your arm. What you didn't think about is the sudden imbalance due to the unequal distribution of weight. “Fuck!” You cursed as your body becomes suspended in midair, your fingers slowly slipping from your hold on the ledge, “Isn't this a great way to die?”
You sure didn't want to meet the Abyss yet though, having things to finish first before you can leave this world. It was then that your fingers gave up, allowing our body to drop at a fast pace. No, you're not going to die here, you refuse to! Gathering your remaining courage, you called to the wind, “Xiao!”
Even if he didn't appear last time, you placed your faith in him now. He would be here and he would save you, but a few moments passed and the adeptus didn't appear. Oh... Is he mad at you for not saying anything? You cursed at yourself. What kind of selfish bastard are you–
The surroundings unexpectedly turned into a shade of dark green as you felt an arm wrap around your waist. Xiao turned you around so you are facing his chest, his arm still around you while he moved the other to cradle your head. You met his eyes, they were frantic and relieved. The green mist which enveloped you both disappeared, showing the wonderful view of the sunset on top of the mountain you were climbing.
“I knew you would come.” You said, smiling at the distressed adeptus as he checked on you for injuries and to his solace, there were none. It made your heart move, Xiao was never initiated touching first because he was uncomfortable yet here he is now, fretting over you like a mother. A chuckle escaped your lips and he returned to gazing directly into your eyes, “I will always come when you call.”
“Except for that day though.” It was a jest but Xiao's expression became sullen as he apologized, “I'm sorry, (Y/N).”
“Hey now! I'm kidding. I should be the one apologizing since I misunderstood your conversation with Zhongli.” You looked down, embarrassed. Xiao gently took your chin and raised your head with a small nudge, “Let me make up for it.”
He didn't say anything else, immediately encasing your lips with his as he pulled you flush against his chest. His fingers running through your locks, reaching the back of your neck as he caressed it. After a while, you separated, dazed from the kiss. Xiao placed a quick peck before taking your hand and kissing your palm, “You are perfect for me and you forever will be. I love you.”
When I say Tighnari is shocked to know you're planning to go to Natlan, he is absolutely speechless. What brought this idea along? Or who? He'll skin that idiot alive! Never in his long life did he ever hear from you that you wanted to willingly leave Sumeru. The Forest Ranger practically raised you and he didn't know if its his paternal instincts kicking but he cautiously inquired, “What brought this about, (Y/N)? It's so sudden.” His ears are twitching and you noticed, it does that every time Tighnari is experiencing a severe emotional influx, his tail moves in tandem sometimes too. You chuckled, answering him, “It's nothing. I just want to experience the outside world.”
It's a lie, he knows it's a lie and you know it as well. Nevertheless, he nodded his head in compliance, “Are Alhaitham and Cyno aware of this?”
As expected, you became silent, not responding to his question. Something happened. Tighnari didn't pursue the subject any further, patting the top of your head, “When are you planning to leave?”
“Tomorrow afternoon at the latest.” You stated, smiling at his habit of petting your head. Tighnari then hummed in recognition and turned on his heel, leaving your temporary residence in Gandharva Ville. This too, you almost didn't want to remain in Gandharva Ville because the Scribe and General Mahamatra always coddled you to stay with them. Now he's certain. Something definitely happened while he wasn't there.
The next morning, you're greeted by Karkata at your doorstep, it greeted you in its robotic voice. How did Kartaka get here, wasn't it in Pardis Dhyai? Perhaps Tighnari allowed it to return to Gandharva Ville with him this time around. You waved at the intelligent mechanical crab and invited it inside, “Hello, Karkata! Would you like to come in?”
Karkata moved its body side to side, turning its back to you, clearly indicating something as it was speaking in its language. You stepped to his side, tilting your head, “Did Tighnari send you here?” The robot gave a sound which you guessed is an affirmation so you nodded, “I'm sure he instructed you something, let's go!” You cheered, following behind Karkata as it led the way, “Let's be partners, Karkata.”
Meanwhile, in the halls of Sumeru Akademiya, a Forest Ranger stood in front of Alhaitham and Cyno, his face livid. “What did you do to (Y/N)?” Tighnari asked in a harsh tone, his eyes glaring at them both while his arms are folded over his chest, “Speak now or you'll never see them again.”
“What is this about, Tighnari?” Cyno was the one who opened his mouth first. Therefore, being the target of Tighnari's inner turmoil as he scolded, “What is this about? Are you seriously asking me this, you knuckleheaded idiot?”
They never heard Tighnari this angry before so Alhaitham and Cyno are stunned. Tighnari proceeded with his rant as he pointed at them in turn, “You guys did something! (Y/N) would never start the idea of leaving Sumeru if nothing happened! And what? Don't tell me you don't know what happened or I swear on Lesser Lord Kusanali that you're going to do a hundred rounds of work in Sumeru until I tell you to stop!”
“Calm down, Tighnari.” Alhaitham spoke but was slapped right back with words, “You shut up and answer me this instant!” Okay, now they're scared. They didn't show it but their hearts shivered at Tighnari's sharp voice, “Start speaking in 3 seconds.”
“I don't know what you're speaking about, Tighnari.” Cyno held his polearm tightly at the mention of you planning to travel. You've never mentioned anything like this to them. Is it related to the time they found you unconscious in the forest? Cyno stopped at this thought. Calculating the time you would have spent walking there and the your behavior, he concluded that you overheard his and Alhaitham's discussion. The Scribe has a similar thought, glancing at Cyno and sighing. Tighnari has been closely watching them and he noticed the subtle change, “I take it you remember what happened?”
“Yes.” Alhaitham spoke truthfully, “To be frank, we messed up.”
“Quite a big one too.” Cyno added, looking straight ahead. Tighnari wanted to truly skin them alive as they recounted the scenario which occurred that day. However, he suppressed the urge to kill them and spat, “You two, follow me. I'm going to take you to (Y/N) and you better apologize!”
You were busy fixing a machine with Karkata in a hidden laboratory in the forest, although it isn't your specialty, Karkata provided a manual that Tighnari gave it to hand over to you. After half a day, you still couldn't piece the damned thing together even if you read the instructions over and over! You didn't know that Tighnari purposefully made it confusing so you would lose track of time, and you did. “This one big chunk of shit!” You exclaimed, sitting beside Karkata who was also resting itself, “We make a good team, Karkata.”
The robot gave another sound of agreement and nudged your arm gently, you chuckled and patted its body in return. Would Tighnari allow you to take Karkata on your journey? Never hurts to ask. “(Y/N)? Are you here?” Speak of the devil and he shall come, Tighnari's voice echoed in the manmade cave as you answered, “I'm here!”
You stood up to greet the Forest Ranger but was surprised when Cyno and Alhaitham appeared behind him. They didn't meet your eyes and looked to the walls, the grass, anything but you. “I'll leave you three here, I'm sure there are things you want to talk about. Correct?” Tighnari nodded as if replying to himself as he walked away with Karkata, “Have a pleasant talk. You both better have the guts to speak.”
“We're sorry.” Cyno lowered his head in shame, “We shouldn't have made a bet about this, it is illogical and unacceptable.”
“At first, I do admit that neither of us didn't have feelings for you.” Alhaitham gazed at you, who is looking at them with an expressionless face. It inwardly pains him that your gaze has shifted for the better. It's what they deserve, after all, “However, as time passed, I gradually grew fond of you until it turned into love...”
Cyno hummed in agreement, taking his turn to speak, “I am also the same. I thought I wouldn't fall and I didn't, I just fell harder than expected. You're that great of a person.”
You still didn't give them the satisfaction of forgiveness as you maintained your poker face. What? They make a bet on you and now they're guiltily admitting it? Can't you have your little revenge? You knew that you can't stay mad at them forever but you can't exactly forgive them either. It hurts. What you heard left a scar in your heart and they should understand that. Shrugging Your shoulders, you turned around and started tinkering with the machine again like you didn't hear anything, “Help me with this.”
They did end up aiding you, finally assembling and fixing the broken machine. Turning your attention to them again, you took one hand from each of them, holding it in yours as you stared at the apparent differences. “I will not pretend that this is matter is going to be easily ended so you have to do your best and earn my trust again.”
“We will.” Cyno squeezed your hand and brought its back to his lips, placing a small kiss while Alhaitham nodded, caressing your knuckles, “We're just glad we talked about this.”
A smile graced your lips and the two of them momentarily stopped breathing. You are fascinating, the person who captured their hearts and holds it in their palms. The Scribe then twirled you around, your back meeting his chest as General Mahamatra stood at your front, burying his head in the crevice of your neck. Alhaitham kissed your temple while Cyno gave your neck a similar soft kiss, “Stay with us. We'll breathe for you, protect you, and love you because we don't want anyone else but you.”
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《"Bridal style? but I'm not a bride!》
Sumeru boys reacting to you carrying them bridal style.
Characters: Alhaitham, The Wanderer (Scaramouche), Kaveh, Cyno, Tighnari
》 Akademiya's Scribe : Al Haitham
Those arms are no joke, Alhaitham is a beefy man.
And you. His precious partner; someone who can somehow defy his 'always rational' mindset. He knows you're capable of handling yourself but the scribe has always liked the idea of protecting you.
Which is why when you picked him up and held him nonchalantly, he's quite ??? at first.
He's never been into heavy PDA and the endless teasing that might come from his roommate if Kaveh sees this makes him dread the idea.
He'll ask you to place him down, but if no one's around and he has a perfectly good book in his hands; Alhaitham would sigh and continue on reading.
The feeling of you holding him so gently whilst having the strenght to carry him made Alhaitham slightly flustered, but you didn't hear it from me.
8/10 very heavy, but now you have a pretty bookworm nerd prince in your arms.
》 The Wanderer : Scaramouche
(I know he's from Inazuma but his vision frame is Sumeru's soooo)
Touch starved boy
Despite his rather unpleasant temper, Scaramouche has a soft spot for you. That doesn't mean he won't be cranky tho.
Honestly, if you're in a public place Scaramouche would be uncomfortable and angry; he wants these types of moments where he could be vulnerable only for you and him. He'll be fine with it when you're both alone.
When you picked him up and held him so closely, he went tsundere mode and demanded you to place him down, but the way he stuttered those words may mean he doesn't fully want you to.
If you do as you're told, Scaramouche would act pissed off, but he can't stop thinking about how you picked him up and held him gently for the rest of the day.
But if you don't listen to his demands and complaints, Scaramouche would still be angry at first then the complaints slowly turned into a "fine, whatever" as you held him close to you
9/10 tsundere boi, he's light as hell so it's easy to sweep him off his feet. The whining gets annoying tho.
》 The Palace of Alcazarzaray's Architect : Kaveh
Smirks at you, goes confident mode
Kaveh has always been the type to tease you. So when your strong arms swept him off his feet, he sees a golden opportunity.
"Oh? Did someone missed me?"
A part of you is tempted to drop him on the floor for all the teasing but didn't have the heart to.
It slowly morphs into the two of you flirting/bickering with eachother. If Alhaitham walks in on this, it's best he pretends to not see it.
Kaveh actually likes you picking him up like that. Whilst he does take the more affectionate role in the relationship most of the time, Kaveh likes the feeling of you holding him gently after he finished the sketches for his next project.
10/10 he's light to be picked up + bonus flirting with eachother.
》 The General Mahamatra : Cyno
One might think the general mahamatra might not like the idea of being picked up and carried like a bride. They're wrong.
Cyno is neutral when he's being carried by you like this; it just depends on the surroundings.
If the place you're is both in is safe and he's not doing any important work, he'll let you pick him up with ease. The blank and straight face might say otherwise, but he likes it.
Cyno is a warrior at heart, he brings judgement upon those at the Akademiya or those at the desert; but being picked up gently by you makes him feel butterflies.
He might show you his appreciation in the form of a smile, or three of his best jokes.
10/10 he has those muscles from being the General Mahamatra, but Cyno is still easy to pick up. Remember to laugh at his jokes.
》 Avidya Forest Watcher : Tighnari
"Watch it on the tail!" He did not groom it to be soft n fluffy just for it to be ruined, be careful.
Like Cyno, if he's doing any important things or is in a dangerous area; don't pick him up. But if the two of you are just patrolling or in a private area, go for it!
Tighnari quite likes it when you pick him up. He's not big on PDA, but some exceptions can be made.
If the forest ranger is feeling tired that day, he might lean to your chest and rest his eyes for a bit. Keeping anyone safe from the forest isn't an easy task, so let the fox rest for a bit against you.
His ears are sensitive, so he can hear your heartbeat clearly if he presses his head against your chest. He finds it comforting
11/10 very light and soft, pet those ears.
What therapy looks like:
(the ‘mendo kuso’ on Nagi’s shirt is the funniest thing)
Kissing you, kissing you, kissing you, kissing you-
Summary: you kissed him in more ways that he could imagined and more times he could count. But he had his preferences in kissing of course, reaching cloud nine when you did his favourite types~
Characters: Riddle, Vil, Epel, Idia, Lilia;
Warnings: none, lots of kissing, a bit spicy, reader is gender neutral, established romantic relationships;
Side notes: ehrehehheehehhejeje. *kicking my feet in the air and rolling around* them :))
Riddle
— it was no wonder red haired boy felt conflicted towards physical intimacy, let alone romantic one. His mother was opposed to any close relationships, stating that it was a waste of time and effort, drilling this notion into Riddle's mind ever since he showed the smallest interest in the matter;
— those teaching went straight out the window the moment you two officially became a couple. Even with confirmed reciprocated feelings Riddle's heart couldn't find peace for a long while: he viewed your relationship with apprehension, as something he wasn't supposed to have, dread replacing warmness in his limbs with biting cold when his mind travelled back to his mother's words;
— but his friends, and especially you — his partner, were there to make all the doubts evaporate. He was afraid of sharing his worries with you, and yet your fingers always brushed against his soft cheek and temple to fold his red bang behind his ear. Riddle was already past the point of getting as red as a rose unlike in the first instances, however his heart always responded to the smallest of your actions;
— that's why your hand was always on his uniform where his heart was beating: to cleanse the bristly pain he felt, to turn it into pleasant ache of fondness. You gently brushed his red fringe behind and planted a few short but sweet kisses on his exposed forehead, in between them promising that everything would be okay, that you would always love him despite anything and that you were always there to support him in whatever way he needed. You rubbed his soft hands, free of black gloves, with your thumb, then raised them to your lips and tenderly kissed his old scars left from ruthless study sessions he had been enduring in his childhood;
— Riddle's body trembled under your touch, he was trying hard not to break down crying but couldn't stop himself from shivering, so good it felt to be truly adorated by someone like that. The boy wanted his gratitude to be acknowledged, so people would know for a fact that Riddle Rosehearts was indeed deeply in love with you. Bit by bit, he worked on his fear, not being afraid anymore of kissing your cheek when you passed though the college halls or not getting embarrassed after he licked off dessert cream on the side of your mouth during an Unbirthday party, stunning everyone including you.
Vil
— the tall male carried himself with up most grace and elegance that no living person could replicate, like a phantasm of a fairy tail or a piece of art itself. His stoic, chilly, proud yet magnifying exterior made some people look up and gravitate towards him, and some to have a disdain of varying degrees. What both sides agreed on was the fact that Vil Schoenheit was akin to royalty — like a beautiful queen to be precise;
— so imagine getting to see the following scene: glorious male dressed in the Pomefiore uniform, flawlessly braided hair and applied makeup, going about his day until all of the sudden a person is spotted running into Vil's arms. And to everyone's shock Vil doesn't move to the side or shy away from the touch, no, on the contrary wraps his arms around the body that collided with his and plants a gentle peck to the person's cheekbone, leaving tiny purple mark;
— in Vil's opinion there was absolutely nothing odd or disgraceful in public display of affection. It's his partner after all, whom he very much loves if you couldn't tell. Naturally, he would not straight up make out with you, for one — the act most likely would ruin his makeup, and for two — he prefers to keep more heated... closeness in privacy, unless beautiful male must teach someone a lesson;
— Vil is well versed in kissing department, and every kiss he initiates is bounded to be amazing. You are a bit envious of how he could leave you breathless and with face as hot as flames, yet he seems almost unaffected by the make out session he was leading, only wearing complacent smile;
— if you do wish to turn the tables and leave Vil stripped of his perfect exterior, you need to break free from the kiss. But not just that: when the male thinks he has got you in his grasp, cup his face with your hands and take a few moments to admire him: his half lidded amethyst eyes, his slightly tinted in pink dust cheeks, his puffy lips which are still coated in expensive lipstick that is hard to smear and overall warmth you feel under your palms. Whisper audible lovely words under your breath, call him the most beautiful boy you have ever laid your eyes on, and capture his lips with yours before Vil can respond. By doing so, you are guaranteed to have a flustered Vil Schoenheit, the sight only he lets you behold.
Epel
— growing up in the village, Epel's outward experience of kissing didn't leave the ideal image in mind: old couples kissing accompanied with the nausea inducing noises or when different women figures gave him a wet smooches on his plush face. Ew, no, the boy couldn't shake this awful feeling even after reading countless romance books and manga where characters frequently exchanged kisses;
— it all changed when you appeared in his life. Suddenly, Epel really wants to kiss, very badly, to the point of him demanding kisses after you two have become a couple, chasing your lips with his eyes and trying to communicate with glances the desire to connect your mouthes just for few seconds;
— if you decide to humor him by pecking his lips, face or head — the boy will pout and sulk until you "properly kiss" him. Epel doesn't mind kissing, just not the light childish kisses: he enjoys them, yes, but it makes him feel small and frail, like you don't treat him like a man he actually was trying to be. Though the boy barely could hold candle to what he believed as in the end he crumbled under any heavy kissing, despite mentally challenging himself to be dominant for once;
— it was already hard for him due to how infuriating small he was: if you are considerably taller than Epel, he must tiptoe to reach your face, so you need to hold his waist else he might topple onto your body in the momentum. Don't tease him though, unless you want to be grabbed by a neck tie or other item and tugged down to his level;
— but do not take Epel for granted, if he is in the right state of mind, you better be prepared to face an embodiment of passion itself! Like when he completed hard assignment everybody believed he wouldn't pull off, or when he scored the last point in favour of his team during Spelldrive practice, Epel without a fail would rush to you to get his anticipated trophy kiss;
— lavender haired boy kissed in a peculiar manner: he is still young and yet to learn how to correctly line up his face to yours without bumping into you. Or when to open his mouth and add his tongue, it was very cute when he tried to replicate the scenes he saw in manga panels without understand how kissing actually worked. You had to do most of adjusting, parting away and guiding Epel's eager lips to the right places. He wanted to do everything himself, so he often lightly tugged at your hair, earning a chuckle from you. He was adorable, and he knew that, making muffled groaning sounds of protests into the kiss.
Idia
— listen, Idia was pleased with how loving you were with him: you had patience of a saint and gave him breathers when he needed them, got interested in things he was currently into unprompted but most importantly, you were the more physical one out of the two;
— blue flamed male had hard time making advances, he got lucky in romantic relationship gatcha but it meant that now he must keep said status afloat. At first, Idia was incredibly stiff and awkward when he hugged you, like he was trying to hug a tree and not the love of his life, not to mention.... kissing;
— Idia didn't like kissing, he had to push his mouth together and close his eyes and somehow end up touching your lips with his? And for it to feel nice for both parties?? Replaying one of the toughest games he has ever played on the nightmare difficulty didn't sound as hard as that! His restless mind up kept flashing mental images of how stupid his face might be looking like, further turning the male away from taking initiative in kissing, only interacting when you made advances;
— now hugs and cuddles were another story. It was very endearing: while you both spooned on his messy bed, exchanging warmth, he would often nuzzle into your body as a way of replacing kisses. You absentmindedly played with his blue fiery locks, your thoughts wandering to the rare times when Idia uncharacteristically was great at kissing;
— it always happened in his room, late at night, when you couldn't stay up anymore but really wanted to be with him. You wearily placed your head on his lanky shoulder and continued to play. Idia, on the other hand, paused the game and started saying something you could barely make out due to your drowsy state. Until all of the sudden he raised your chin up and locked his blue lips with yours. The kiss was long and unhurried, Idia even inserted his tounge into the kiss near the end. But before you could fully wake up, he parted, licking his mouth clean of saliva and commanded you to go to sleep already, adding that he would join in a minute after he was finished with the level;
— back to the present, you made up your mind, rolling out from Idia body and crawled on top of him. He was about to question your actions until you lifted up his stripped t-shirt and stated to pepper his chest and torso with light, butterfly pecks, making him stutter the rest of the question, hair instantly turning few shades rosier. W-what was that all about? Do you want him to have a heart attack?? Idia wanted to cover his face with his hands so badly, but instead managed to place them on your back, inviting you in rather than pushing you away. This kissing ambush was extremely effective... now he kinda wanted to kiss you like that too...
Lilia
— kissing? Sign him in! Lilia enjoyed giving, recieving, describing and prescribing kisses left and right. Platonic or romantic didn't really matter, it's the thought behind the act that did;
— now he pecked your face long before you two got together to see your reaction. Then, when you finally got into the relationship, the fae gave smooches and bunny kisses all the time, never seemingly treating kissing seriously, always finishing with a loud "muah!". From the side, it resembled a cat playing with a mouse rather than two lovers putting their affection into physical boundaries;
— as your relationship progressed, however, you begun noticing changes in Lilia's behaviour. Kisses become more stable, focused and needy: his hands were no longer merely holding your face or hands. Now they messed up the hair on your head, wrapped around your neck, curled around your waist and somehow found their way underneath your clothes. The short male was bold enough to either push your body to his or press his to yours, which you never expected given his innocent, cute exterior he masterful crafted to deceive pretty, gullible people like you;
— it came to a point where Lilia was increasingly getting hungrier and hungrier with kisses, turning even the most innocuous pecks into full-blown make out session and never caring where they took place. The bat didn't restrain himself like he used to, trailing from your lips down to your neck and collarbone to plant as many marks as he could. What he did there was a pure chaos: Lilia kissed, nibbled, bit, sucked and licked your poor flash like you were a flesh tomato slice or some glorified candy!
— no use confronting the male, he would giggle and say that he couldn't resist, or he would make teary eyes and proclaim his "genuine" remorse which was in no shape or form genuine. He left you in a hot mess, sweaty and mind blank with hickeys which were still aching by the way (!), trapping you in tight embraces for a while until he was sure you were okay;
— Lilia will never let you win, unless you give him the taste of his own medicine. Do a surprise attack: drag him into the nearest empty room and go for his pale, pristine skin just like he does to you. He has a gull to chuckle and tease you for now, not until you find his weak spots and make him eat his words, forcing his knees to buckle under your influence and hands grasp your attire.