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Hello, Hazel! Could I have a Divination Ritual for Diluc with jasmine, unakite and frankincense items? Thanks a lot ❣️💫
Jasmine (love, sensuality), Unakite (attraction), Frankincense (confidence) Diluc x gn reader | Divination Ritual warning: clumsy reader, reader smacks diluc in the face (on accident), pre-relationship pining,
Mondstadt. The City of Freedom, the city on the lake where troubles and worries rarely found hold, left in the absent gaze of their Archon. You loved it here.
The land. The people. The festivities that rolled around each season. A moment to welcome the spring, the Windblume festival in the summer, and a celebration to mark the fall of the land; though Mond rarely endured snowfall the people still enjoyed the festivities that came with the cooler seasons.
And it was this festival that drew the people from their homes and into the streets in jovial songs, lively dances, and tender moments with friends, family, and loved ones.
You watched your friends dancing, twirling, and spinning in the square. Their voices cascaded upward with the music, broken notes, and perfect harmonies. You laughed with them while they tried to coax you to join them.
"Come on!" they shouted, arms waving to bring you with them.
You shook your hands and stepped back into the crowd. You didn't mind dancing in your living room behind the safety of private walls that didn't care if you stumbled or ran into something, but, in public? You were okay with missing the opportunity.
It wasn't that you were a terrible dancer persay, just a clumsy one.
Your more spirited friend ran to you, her face bright in the swaying lanterns above. The shades of red, orange, and amber decorate the massive pillars draped in elegant cloth. If anyone deserved to be under them, it was certainly them.
"Please join us," she begged. Her hands cupped yours and tugged you gently toward the center of the square.
"I'll hurt someone. Remember last time?"
"It'll be fine! Come on - please? It's not as much fun without you." Her pouting lips twisted your resolve. She was so good at making you cave. If she had a vision, you were certain the world would be in danger.
"Fine, but just one song."
"Yay!" She snaked her fingers around your arm and pulled you to the rest of the group. They greeted you warmly, their arms rising and falling with the music as their feet danced in rhythms you couldn't follow.
It took you a moment to join in. Starting slow, and confined, you swayed back and forth and bounced with the beat until the infectious energy from your friends brought more from you. The rhythm picked up and so did you. You spun once, cheers from your friends encouraged you to do another, and soon you found yourself galavanting around the square with wild arms and a wide grin.
You didn't notice how close you were getting to the crowd, or hear your friends calling out in warning. And before long, you whirled yourself directly into the last man you wanted to smack in the face.
Hand collided with cheek, and you came to a violent stop and cried out in shocked apologies. "Archons! I'm so sor-" The color drained from you at the sight of Diluc Ragnvindr holding the side of his face. "I'm s-so sorry - I-"
"It's alright," he said but his hand muffled his words.
"Hold on, I'll be right ba-ah!" You pivoted to to run to one of the nearby stalls but you didn't see the pile of crates until it was too late. Your shin collided with the side, pitching you forward and straight toward the cobblestone. You flailed, hands scrambling to grab onto anything they could. An arm coiled around your waist, catching you inches before your face met the side of the crates and you steadied yourself by digging your fingers into your rescuer's coat.
Panting, you stared at the ground. People chattered around you, their voices rising and halting the music. Your friends rushed to your side while Diluc slowly helped you stand on your shaking legs. He kept his arm near your back, close enough for you to use it to steady yourself but far enough away that it didn't actually touch you.
'Are you alr-"
"Are you okay?" your friend asked, worry in her voice when she approached. She squeezed your arm and looked you over for injuries. There were none, Diluc made sure of that. "What happened?"
"It's fine. I'm alright just, being me," you said, a self-deprecating laugh fluttering up your throat. You turned your attention to Diluc. "Diluc I'm so so-"
"That looked so scary! Thank you for saving my friend, Master Diluc."
"It was no trouble," he replied with a curt nod. He seemed unfazed by what had happened, his expression even, even when he met your eyes. Heat bloomed in your cheeks - cheeks, cheek. You looked at his cheek. It was red, and a slight cut peeked through the discoloration.
"You're hurt," you said while your friends roared on beside you.
Diluc lifted his hand a partial way but stopped before touching the injury. "It's no worry. Think nothing of it."
You didn't like that.
"Maybe we should go take a break? We could eat something, play one of the games by the church?" your friend suggested, and the rest of them nodded.
"Yeah, I think we've danced plenty."
"Come on."
Your friend tugged on your arm but you navigated free of their touch and instead held them instead. "Go on without me."
"What? Why?"
"I'll come find you, okay?" You smiled, nodded quickly, and tried to convey a thousand conversations in the intensity of your eyes. She seemed to understand when you turned back to Diluc and grabbed his wrist. "I'm sorry, but will you follow me for a second?"
You didn't give him a chance to respond as you tugged him through the crowd to one of the more secluded areas away from the lively festivities.
---
"This will be a little cold," you explained and carefully poured water onto your small hand rag. Caping your container, you shifted to the bench so you could better see the cut on Diluc's face. It was small, thin, but bright red. You frowned. "I'm really sorry about this," you said as you pressed the rag to his cheek.
"You've already sufficiently apologized."
"Yeah, but it doesn't feel like enough." A trail of red soaked into the water and you shook your head. "I hope this doesn't leave a scar."
"It wouldn't matter if it did."
You huffed at his comment. "It absolutely would. I'm not about to be the talk of the down because I damaged the most handsome bachelor's face with my dancing." You dragged the rag over his cheek one last time before folding it so you could pat it dry. Without thinking you held his chin so his head didn't jostle.
"-some."
"Huh, what did you say?"
"You called me, 'handsome.'
You froze, rag against his cheek, fingers against his chin and when you met his eyes you forgot words for a moment. You scrunched your nose and focused on the cut. "It's common knowledge."
"Is it?"
"Yes. Have you looked at yourself?" -- what are you saying??? "Anyway, hold still."
"Am I not?"
"Fine, then stop talking for a second."
Diluc said nothing else while you finished your impromptu first-aid. If you were a vision user you might have been able to heal this in an instant, though with your luck your vision would be more likely to kill on accident than do any real good.
"There, I think that's about as good as it can get. Might go check with a healer at the church though."
"It's fine," he said and touched his cheek with his gloved fingers.
You slung your bag back over your head and adjusted it until it rested comfortably against you. Diluc stood first and for a moment you were sad. Perhaps you should have taken longer. It was nice. Being close to him like that.
"Will you return to the festivities?" he asked.
"Probably. I'm sure my friends are waiting for me."
"Ah, I see." His head dropped for a moment, eyes downcast but when you shifted on the bench they moved to you, as did his hand. "Here."
You paused, staring at his upturned palm. Nervous, you slowly lifted your own but hesitated at the last second. You could feel the leather, featherlight and rough against your skin.
Glancing at Diluc, you met his eyes and felt your breath catch in your chest. He wasn't looking at you, not really, he was looking at your hand. Fixated even. When you let it rest in his, your heart fluttered at the way his expression softened and the corner of his lips lifted slightly.
He helped you to your feet and you welcomed in the warmth his presence brought.
"Then I shall escort you," he said, his gaze lingering on your hand.
"Are you going to go back? To the festival I mean?" you asked and searched his face for answers to the countless questions floating up your throat.
You had known Diluc for so long. Had helped him during busy nights at the tavern, assisted him with supplies, and even helped him with the advertisement of his specialty drinks. Delusional thoughts had clouded your mind once before but this felt different.
You recognized that stare, that want in his eyes. You had it yourself each time you looked at him.
"Unfortunately I must return to the tavern."
"Work never stops for you, does it?"
"It does not."
You swallowed and breathed. "I can help. I mean, if you want?"
Diluc's gaze rose to your face and you hoped you looked alright. "Your offer is considerate but you should be with those you care about tonight."
"Okay."
He pulled his hand away and though he smiled, it didn't reach his eyes. He stepped back and began to walk toward the festival. "Then let us -"
"Let me spend it with you." Your heart beat wildly while you waited for him to register your words, to hear you for what might have been the first time in your life. Hand trembling, you held it out for him and waited, waited with the same erratic heart that - hopefully - felt the same moments ago when you sat on the bench.
Diluc stared at you. The seconds crawled by agonizingly slow and your mind screamed to take it back. To call the whole thing a joke and run back to the safety of your friends but as soon as he stepped toward you and took your hand in his, all those thoughts fell to the cobblestone like dormant leaves in the fall.
Thaumaturgy Anthology (October 11-13, 2024)
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。DISTANCE MAKES THE HEART FONDER
━━ INCLUDES: alhaitham, cyno, tighnari
━━ SUMMARY: some feelings are felt but left unspoken, or things that the characters do to ease the longing that resides in their heart caused by the distance between you two
━━ CONTAINS: established relationships, long-distance romance
。ALHAITHAM — “ scribe of the akademiya ”
The room he rented for his temporary stay at Port Ormos was rather bare. Not like it mattered, of course. The scribe of the Akademiya cared not for frivolous details. As long as he had what he needed, he was fine and dandy. Today, all he needed was a book and a pen. Alhaitham leans back, the chair creaking subtly under his weight. A glance at the setting sun was all it needed to illicit a small sound somewhere between a groan and a sigh. Though not the kind to whine about what life serves him, a near non-existent flicker of desire had him gripping his pen tighter, eyebrows furrowing deeply as his stoic expression morphed into one of annoyance.
Closing his eyes, he counted to three and breathed in the small pauses in between. Just like that, his composed demeanor returned and he once again sat up straight. In his desk was one of the books Kaveh pointedly refers to as “literature acquired through the scribe’s abuse of authority,” something Alhaitham only rolls his eyes at. There was nothing wrong with simply making use of the resources readily available to him given his esteemed position. Honestly, the mere thought of his roommate made his blood boil and the only reason he has yet to kick him out to the streets was that you had laughed and told him to hold on for a little longer. You were too empathetic for your own good sometimes, but perhaps, that which you possess which he does not is what had attracted him to you in the first place.
His mind swims at the thought of you — of how you’d steal his coat to snuggle into as you lounged around the couch, eyeing either one of his books lying around or nursing a cup of tea that he had brewed for you before he busied himself with whatever. With that thought, Alhaitham’s lips twisted uncharacteristically into a minuscule smile, the kind that would require much effort to see. That expression left not even for a second as his pen scratched onto the surface of the paper, ink pooling to form words at the corner of the page. Definitions, clarifications, guide questions, interpretations, and finally, on the last page, a small envelope — a letter, to be precise, that contained a short recount of what he could afford to tell you about his days far from you. There was no flair, and certainly no drama. If you, its eventual receiver, were to compare it with anything, you’d associate it with an eyewitness report for one of the crimes the Matra are investigating. Still, you had once told him offhandedly that knowing about how his day went made you feel as if he was with you and conversing lightly over candlelit dinners. In truth, the scribe found the act to be a waste of time but because it’s for you, he had room to make exceptions. After all, where was the lie in saying that even miles apart, Alhaitham thinks of you quite fondly — finding a unique sense of satisfaction in sharing all that he owns, including his prized intellect and his scarce affection with you?
With that, he decides to call it a night; withdrawing from the desk and leaving behind the book that was ready to be shipped off to Sumeru City first thing in the morning.
。CYNO — “ the general mahamatra ”
His feet dug into the fine grains of sand with each trudge forward.
The desert has always been quiet at night, save for the howling wind that sounded eerie to the ears of the inexperienced. It was precisely because of this that he prefers moving out when darkness has painted the land with dark shadows and solitude. Then, he could hear everything: The shuffling of the scorpions, the small squeaks of the birds perched on the trees, and most importantly, the scared breathing and mumbling of his prey.
The General Mahamatra was feared by the citizens of Sumeru and for good reason too. He shows no mercy, face remaining cold and detached even after a scholar expresses their motivations for whatever fallacy they have committed. Stress, coercion, vengeance; he has heard it all but never has his heart been swayed. The weight of their sins had always been placed on the scale and they have always lost against that of his principles. Such is the judgment of the Matra, such is the fairness of Cyno, and such is the blade that sliced through the heavy air as the reason for his sudden departure from the city was finally apprehended.
It had taken longer than he would’ve liked and Cyno, who has finally had the room to breathe and release the tension that lingered in his shoulders, sat down in the makeshift camp of the now-unconscious scholar. The trek back to Caravan Ribbat would take long and he was not that heartless to force the weak-looking man on his feet just to serve as the next target for unfriendly Eremite groups. There are many dangers in the desert and frankly, it was a miracle the scholar made it this far unscathed.
Still, that meant that he’ll have to camp away from home for the night and Cyno’s heart leaned towards irritation. Never had he had any qualms against being away from his lodging on the outskirts of Sumeru City but now was different. Instead of silence and the untrustworthy shadows, what awaits him is perhaps, a spread of his favorite foods and fruits illuminated by the warm kitchen light and your radiant and welcoming smile. You are waiting, Cyno sighs as his eyes moved towards the clear night sky of the desert. You — his star, the brightest one he had the pleasure of witnessing. Here, sheltered only by a feeble-looking tent, the General Mahamatra finds himself longing to bask under your light, eyes twinkling as you retell stories of how your day went filled with the tiny, insignificant details that he misses when he’s away. He longs for you: body, mind, and soul, and his face says it all if you had the gall to stare that long.
Cyno’s gaze never wavered from the sky, not even as clouds pass by and covered what had been the object of his attention. He bides his time seeking the brightest star that just falls short of beating your illuminance in his heart. Perhaps that will ease the ache he feels, maybe even remove the tingle in his fingers that crave to feel your skin and warmth once more.
From afar, the General Mahamatra is as serene as he could be and so is the lullaby he hums quietly — your favorite, and the one he had sung before to urge you to sleep when you and he ventured the same lands together.
。TIGHNARI — “ forest watcher of the avidya forest ”
The forest watcher was a busybody, that much is a fact for everyone who has heard his name. Between lecturing reckless adventurers and mushroom-addicted merchants, clearing Withering Zones, writing down patrol schedules, and caring for the sick and injured, it was a surprise that Tighnari had time to breathe and do what normal people do. If he were to be honest, however, he’d say that he prefers it this way. Being busy keeps him away from straying thoughts, and having his entire mental faculties required by tasks at hand makes it impossible for him to dwell in the past where you and he rest under the shade of the towering trees in Avidya Forest, whispering secret conversations that the world has not the clearance to hear.
Yes, the forest watcher does prefer it this way, but his ears and tail are ever more honest than he will ever be.
Collei was a smart girl and she knew better than to mention the languid swish of her master’s appendage ever since he watched you leave for an urgent task in Bimarstan. His eyes never left your form not until he could no longer see you from the distance — not even a dot. She also never commented on the flick his ears do when one of their colleagues bemoaned the lack of your presence. It was rather amusing and dare she say it, cute, at first but as time went on and Tighnari appeared more and more on edge, Collei found herself feeling sympathetic instead.
It was during the night when Tighnari has nothing else to do that he catches himself sighing, a pout slowly forming as he twisted and turned in his bed to no avail. His ears droop and as if shocked by the act himself, he immediately sits up rigidly with an embarrassed hue tainting his skin. It was so out of character for him to feel so needy and clingy that he could almost imagine the teasing grin you’ll wear if you were to ever catch him like this. Shaking his head with a mumbled string of curses, the forest watcher knew that there is no hope of catching any sleep that night so he instead takes the notepad by his bedside and prepares to go outside. Now, he’d advise against this on normal occasions but this was him and he’d argue that no one knew the forest better than he does so it should be fine. He doesn’t plan on staying out for long anyway.
Before long the sun was rising and in just a few hours, the forest watchers would wake to start their morning patrol. Tighnari barely made it back without being caught cradling an assortment of flowers in his arms. For research, he’d determined to say if inquired about but anyone who had a mind of their own would spot the lie quite easily. And truly, even if they didn’t exercise their mind at all, one sight of Tighnari carefully preserving the Kalpalata Lotus he gathered was enough of a clue. It takes not a genius to connect the dots between the fauna and the way he’d teasingly call you his lotus or some other variety when he’s feeling mischievous enough to fluster you to oblivion.
But again, like some unwritten rule, don’t comment on the new decorations you have in your room when you arrive back. Though unsaid, each flower stands for each sleepless night, and having that thought to warm you up is much better than the hour-long lecture you’d have to endure should you use his affection against him.
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He saves you
With: Xiao x gn reader
Words: 2,1k
Warnings: Display of (nearly) drowning, vomiting
“Oh, for Archon’s sake. Really now?”
Well, commissions have been easy today. Real easy even. And maybe it should have made you at least somewhat suspicious, how quick the hilichurls were to just give up and vanish. Maybe if you hadn’t spent most of your energy in running errands earlier that day your mind and body would have stayed more alarmed; And maybe you should’ve listened to your gut and be smart enough to not cross the thin bridge above the river, in a situation like this at least. Just maybe.
But that would have been really way too easy, right? Apparently, the two Abyss Mages that sneaked on to you thought the same; Because now they stand right in front of you on the bridge, blocking the way to the other side. That explains why the hilichurls have left the field so effortlessly, they knew they’d have a stronger backup.
It would usually be child’s play for you to beat them if it were under other conditions, far away from water for instance and preferably not while standing on a bridge. Moreover, they’re gathered in their most annoying combination ever –hydro and cryo - you just know it’s gonna be ugly.
The Abyss mage clutches its mask and disappears, only to reappear right behind you the next second. You swirl around, sword steady in your grip. Eyes switching between the two mages to your left and right, who without a doubt are aware that they’ve got the upper hand. With you surrounded in the middle of a bridge with no way to run and not much room to fight, there definitely is a slight concern arising within you.
Their giggling and cackling turn louder and more obnoxious with every passing second. But it is only once their little dance begins, that your heartbeat starts to rise. You clench your jaw in annoyance and take a careful step forward, summoning your sword into your hand.
“Well, then. Let’s get over with this,” you murmur, moving into a steady position.
A sudden movement to your right. Your focus shifts away from the cryo mage timely to dodge the sudden icicles falling from above. You roll over and jump back up, right to water bubbles encircling you. One swift movement and they’re bursting in the air. Before you can even blink the hydro mage itself pops up, merely inches away from your face. You shriek, stumbling back from the sudden force of its shield.
They obviously didn’t come to play around; you notice that now. A personal consequence for destroying their schemes and shelters earlier, now they’re out for blood. Your blood.
The main goal, alongside staying alive that’s it, is to get passed their shields. Once you manage to break their protective barrier, to reach their vulnerable bodies, you can finish them off quickly. And as long as you don’t get caught up between them both, you should be at least somewhat safe.
But that’s easier said than done as usual.
Abyss creatures, while quite small - one should never make the mistake of underestimating them. Especially when they work in teams, the chances of getting sliced up or cooked to death are quite high. You try to dodge their attacks as best as possible, their stupid bubbles, and their damn icicles dropping directly above you or slicing you up from beneath. There’s barely any chance to attack them yourself, let alone enough room to back off on this damn bridge! They clearly have a big advantage in this situation. And it’s utterly frustrating.
Your sore muscles soon begin to ache with every movement, and some injuries - while small - still ache and pulse painfully. But there is not even a second left for you to think; just pure instinct and adrenaline leading you forth. Ducking, defending, attacking, sprinting and holy shit they are everywhere!
Somehow, though it takes a long time and some painful hits, you manage to break through the hydro mage’s tough shield. It’s with high satisfaction when you finally finish the abyss mage off for good. Enough with these fucking bubble traps everywhere. But there it is where you make your mistake. A moment where your focus is occupied, your concentration loose and an opportunity the cryo mage doesn’t let pass…
It hurts, is what crosses your mind. White, hot pain suddenly spreading through your whole body and the next thing you register is falling through the air, wind whirling all around you. Then – a hard splash and the air being painfully knocked out of your lungs.
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How about the aroma of coffee with the symbols star and dragon? !” for Diluc! (๑˃ᴗ˂)
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:: diluc x gn reader | sfw - fluff | tasseography event
The luggage was heavy but you tried not to think about it. You already felt like a bother, a nuisance, an invader in this place you were invited to be. If you made a fuss or stepped in the wrong place, would this priviliage you never thought you’d receive be revoked?
“Right this way,” one of the attendants directed, their head slightly bowed, eyes avoiding. This wasn’t what you were used to at all. Perhaps you could convince them to look at you as someone on their same level, at least, not to treat you as better than them.
With a smile, you hoisted your bag in your grip and followed after them. You’d been on the second floor multiple times but right now your heart was beating so fast you swore it was going to make you pass out.
Steady, steady, you told yourself.
“Here is your room, please make yourself at home.” With a deep breath, you passed the threshold, palms sweaty, eyes scanning for something familiar or, in the back of your mind, no one at all. “Your remaining items will arrive shortly. I’ll prepare refreshments while you settle in.”
“T-Thank you,” you weren’t sure if it was right for you to deny them so you simply accepted their proposal, bowed to mirror their own, and waited until their footfalls faded in the hall before turning back to the bedroom you thought you knew.
It was so much emptier than you remembered. Did they remove ... yes, they removed a few items and replaced them with another dresser. Curiously, you made your way toward it, the luggage finally coming to a rest beside it. The drawers were empty, freshly cleaned and polished as if this had been recently made or renovated.
Was it right for you to fill it with your own items?
Biting your lip, you turned back toward the bedroom but this time you found yourself wandering it for the first time. In the months you’d been around, you never expected to have this much of an intimate connection with the walls and floors, to be able to run your hands across the sheets knowing they now belonged to you, to gaze out the window and see the vast vineyards that spread across the estate. You tapped your chest with your fingers, a common habit of yours when you were lost in thought, desperate to ground yourself and not let your emotions get the better of you. This was so new, this was a dream, this was ...
“Ah, there you are,” Diluc’s voice pulled you from your thoughts and when you turned to look at him your heart skipped a beat. He stood in the doorway, his body illuminated by the window at the end of the hall, smile warm, welcoming. You were worried to see him, to make a fool of yourself, but somehow, as soon as he appeared, all your fears fell to the floor and drifted away like dust.
“Hello,” you replied, a bit nervous and unsure. Diluc smirked, pulled at his gloves and made his way toward you. The hairs on your neck tingled, the nerves in your body reacted to his proximity as you extended your hand and he took it without question.
“How are you settling in?”
“Honestly ... it’s still a bit strange.”
“If there is something you need -”
Shaking your head, you took a step closer to him and rested your palm against his chest, “I don’t,” you chuckled, letting out a sigh, “There isn’t anything that I need, well, other than maybe letting the attendants here know they don’t have to wait on me for everything.”
Just as you finished, a different maid than before slipped into the room and placed a small tray just inside the door. They moved so smoothly, their body twisting to set it down on the designated tray rack, their swift return to a standing position before bowing and retreating from the room. “Ah, I see.” Diluc’s gaze returned to you, his gentle touch caressing the side of your head as he ran his fingers over your ear. “I’ll inform them to be less attentive.”
“Thank you,” you breathed, eyes falling toward the window and the bustling workers just below.
“y/n,” Diluc’s touch drew you to look at him, the soft pull against your chin with his fingers always made you woozy, “I am aware how strange this is. I do not make light of the stress this change has brought you.” Gazing into his eyes, you could sense the sincerity, and though you had a thousand things to say, you let him continue. “I do hope that one day you will see the Dawn Winery as your home, and however long that may be, know that while you are within these walls nothing shall by any means harm you.”
You closed your eyes but not because you needed to hide, but because you didn’t want to let your tears fall. Diluc was constantly considerate of you. The day he asked you to move in with him, the day he made sure you had help to pack your things or be there himself to assist you, even now he was doing all he could to make you comfortable. This was a huge step for the both of you - to join two separate lives was a testament of your trust toward each other.
Diluc waited, fingers resting against yours, so when you lifted them and touched his shielded skin to your lips, the sound of his relaxed sigh told you he was just as nervous as you were.
“There’s nowhere I’d rather be than at your side. Just ... don’t learn to hate me, okay?” you teased, even though it was your biggest fear.
“How could I ever?” he replied as he cupped your face in his hands and kissed you while the rest of your belongings arrived at your new home.
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Chinju Forest in Inazuma for the ask game, if that's okay!
prompt: give me a location within genshin and i'll write what character takes you on a date there
a/n: hope this is ok !!! aaaa ik u can collect onikabuto here which inspired this. its not super romantic but it's fun... i hope haha
"this is where the strongest onikabuto live," itto says, carrying you piggyback with ease. his forearms rest underneath your knees and you use the opportunity to wrap your arms around his neck and lean in close.
"really?" you murmur next to his ear and itto laughs excitedly.
"yeah! i'll name the strongest one i find after you!" he gushes before pausing in his place to analyze the scenery.
"huh? wouldn't it make more sense to name it after yourself if it's strong?" you ask. you don't have to look at itto's face to see how easily he flushes at your acknowledgment of his strength.
"haha, i, uh... wow! you're really good at that!" itto praises honestly.
"good at what?" you ask innocently.
"being nice. compliments. all that stuff," itto says quickly before crouching down. "we're here!"
itto lets you hop off of his back in a field of blue flowers. while he busies himself with finding beetles, you focus on the flowers, picking a few for yourself until itto returns. minutes later, itto returns with a few onikabuto cradled carefully in his hands and a wide grin on his face.
"found em!" he says proudly.
"yeah?" you ask. "do we want to see which one is the strongest?"
itto pauses. "are you challenging me to a bugfight?"
"yup! i want the one named after me," you say and itto grins.
"get ready to lose, then!" itto promises as he carefully gives you one of the bugs. you set the flowers to the side, deciding to surprise itto with them later, and instead focus on what you know he loves, even if you think onikabuto are a bit gross. besides, you can't not challenge him with the bug he named after you.
