Hello everyone! My name is Aria, but I’ll also be going by Mithra since I’m considering adding more mods in the future if this blog needs it! I’m currently a sophomore in college, but I’m super in love with Mahoyaku! I hardly see any reader insert content for it, though, so I wanted to start my own blog here for people like me to read my works!
Guidelines for Requests
I am an adult! Therefore I will take NSFW requests, however I will not take NSFW requests about the minor characters. This means no NSFW of Arthur, Riquet, Snow + White (in their child bodies), Shino, and Mitile. The other characters besides the few I listed are 18 and up, so I will take NSFW requests for them.
I take all genres of requests! Angst, fluff, smut, au’s, etc! The only thing I will absolutely not take requests for is Omegaverse. I’m just not comfortable writing about it, as it’s a discomfort of mine. Please respect my boundaries.
If you’re going to ask for a prompt with sensitive topics involved, such as S/H, suicide, etc, please put a warning at the beginning of your request! Example below:
[TW/CW: Depression] Hi there! I’d like to request a prompt about Cain and his S/O that’s dealing with depression.
Please let me know in your request if there’s anything specific you would like in it! If the reader has a certain body type, if they’re a wizard or not, pronouns/gender, any certain quirks like being a certain height or a physical disability like hearing loss! I’m open to just about everything, and can’t think off the top of my head if there’s any certain topic I won’t write for, but if that changes I’ll be sure to update this post and make a general announcement!
Please do not spam request or harass me to finish your request in the inbox. It will most likely get your request cancelled. I am a college kid, and while I’m currently on summer break, school and work will be starting very soon for me. I have a life outside of the blog, so please consider my schedule and life as well. This blog is meant to be enjoyable, not stressful for me.
Other than these few rules, nothing is coming to mind! I’m excited to write for my favorite source, and I hope my writings are enjoyable for you all!
You had a habit of doing these things to him. Sudden hugs, sudden kisses, sudden everything with you. He could always count on you surprising him with some random idea or thing you wanted, and while with other people he usually disliked the ideas of surprises, he was fond of it when it came to you.
This particular surprise, however, was more embarrassing than some of your others. He had been sitting in the dining room, reading one of his books while eating a slice of cake Nero had prepared for him, when you trudged back inside. You had been out that day on some mission with the rest of the Central Wizards, and for some reason you were absolutely drained. Instead of greeting him and sitting next to him like he initially thought you were going to, however, you're suddenly in his lap, facing him and wrapping your arms and legs around him like a sloth holding on to a tree. His face practically catches on fire, nearly dropping his book into his cake as he stares down at you, startled and embarrassed. It was one thing to do this in the privacy of your own rooms, but this was a common area... If Shino saw this, he would never let him live it down.
"(Name)... W-What're you doing...?" Heath asks, nervously looking around. Nero's still in the kitchen, and nobody's walked out yet, but this was the manor. It was only a matter of time before someone came out here.
"I missed you." is all you say in response, your face burying itself against his neck like a child clinging to a toy they don't wanna part with. "The mission was boring and I missed you. So now I'm here."
He wants to laugh, instead setting his book down cautiously as that hand moves to rest on your back. "Then why don't we go back to my room...? You can hug me all you want there..."
Your head shakes, clinging to him even tighter (if that was even possible). "You were in the middle of reading, and I didn't want to disturb you. Just keep doing what you were doing, it's like I was never here."
How in the hell is he supposed to concentrate on his reading when you're like this...?! He feels his face turning red as he can feel your breath on his neck, and he's almost inclined to just let you stay there until you feel like moving.
That is, of course, until two people walk into the dining room. His head snaps over to the door in a panic, and you don't even seem bothered as chatter fills the dining room. The conversation between the other two Eastern wizards is promptly put on hold, however, when their gaze settles on the situation they just walked into, and Shino can't even go 5 seconds without bursting into laughter. It's so bad he's holding his sides, hunching over as Heathcliff stares at him indignantly.
"It's not funny...!" Heath protests weakly, and Faust even has to turn his head with his hand over his mouth.
"Ahh, young love."
Heath swears he'll never live this down, not till the day his heart stops breathing. But honestly, with how warm you are, and how even just sitting here for a moment seems to have relaxed you more than when you first came in, he doesn't think he hates this as much as he claims. Especially not after hearing your own breathy laughter, your nose brushing against the side of Heathcliff's neck. He eventually relents, sighing softly as Shino continues laughing, his hand on your back slowly tracing small circles. "You're the most embarrassing partner in the world, you know that?"
"Mhm." You hum faintly, and his heart is doing backflips at how tired you sound. Even though you're exhausted, he somehow continues to find more and more things to fall in love with you over. "You love me regardless, though."
"You're right, I definitely do." He laughs softly, his free hand moving back to his book as he tries to get over that if another person came in, he'd get embarrassed all over again. But, if you could be at peace for just a moment longer, he thinks he could deal with all the teasing in the world.
aria!! thank you sm for all your rbs of my fics and the lovely messages!! it's so sweet and really brightens my day, so thank you again!! <333
HELLO!! omg my favorite author on this god forsaken app…. don’t even thank me your writing is so good and I love how well you portray the characters… your plots are always so unique too!! your messages on my writings makes me so so happy, so I’m glad I can return the favor somewhat!
You both love and hate being able to gaze out the window from your bed. You love seeing the open scenery, the nature moving freely and calming your nerves when the day time feels too hectic. But then there’s the nighttime, when it becomes more of a burden than a benefit. The natural moonlight shining into your window makes shadows move frequently into your window, grabbing your attention and forcing you to look at the light. It’s the Calamity, and you know this, but staring at it tends to get your mind relaxed, and then forces you to remember things you would rather forget. Then the peaceful garden of your mind turns dark, and it becomes unbearable to deal with alone. You don’t know if that’s simply because of your anxiety or if it’s a result of the Calamity affecting your psyche as a wizard. How Murr can be so in love with this thing, you don’t know.
That’s how you always end up here, tears slipping down your cheeks and clutching the blanket that was handpicked to your taste to your chest, burying the lower half of your face into it as you sniffle and knock on his door. It never takes long, no longer than 1 minute for the door to swing open and reveal the red haired, friendly wizard. He never pities you, never coddles you and tells you how sorry he feels for you. He simply takes your hand in his and leads you inside his room, closing the door behind the two of you and leading you to his bed. He climbs in first, turning so he’s facing you, and you quietly hand him the blanket you’re clutching before crawling into bed with him, tucking yourself against his small yet warm frame as he drapes the blanket over the two of you. His arms then circle your body, holding you tight to him as his delicate fingers begin tracing slow patterns across your head and your upper back. He begins to tell you about whatever comes to mind; how he found some fabric that he thinks would suit Bennett and Rustica really well, about how the Sage and Murr took him to some nearby market that he got to explore, how Heathcliff had a cup of tea with him that day.
You listen earnestly, grateful that at this position you can’t focus on the moonlight that so painfully drew your attention this way to begin with. That’s what’s nice about Chloe, you tell yourself. He doesn’t ask for what burdens you, instead wanting to focus on the positives or distract you from what’s hurting. He rests his chin on top of your head as you let your eyes flutter shut, trying to focus on falling back asleep as he cautiously watches you. His thin lips etch themselves into a frown, wishing he could do something to prevent this. He never complains about being your comfort, about being the guiding light you look for in the tunnel. He just wishes he could stop it before it gets to this point.
He sighs gently as he looks down at the person he wants nothing but happiness for, and speaks gently. “Oh, (Name)… You deserve better than this.” He speaks delicately, and the sudden words causes your chest to tighten. Just when you think you’ve calmed down, he had to say that and get you all worked up again. You burst into a fresh set of tears, pressing your face further into his chest as he holds you, no longer speaking to you soothingly but instead letting you cry into his chest.
You hated the nighttime, but if it meant you could spend these precious, intimate moments with Chloe like this, you think it couldn’t be that bad.
If you thought Cain was anything other than the ideal boyfriend, think again. He puts in so much effort to please you, to make sure you know how much it means to you that it makes some wizards Owen sick.
If he's out on a mission where you can't come with, he always brings you back little souvenirs. Whether it's food or an object, your room in the manor is now littered with things from Cain's trips, and you can distinctly point out and remember what object comes from where.
Cain is a really affectionate lover. He always wants to be in close proximity to you, especially physical contact. Not only because of his affliction, but it puts him at ease knowing you're right there holding his hand, or that you're holding his arm in case there's an emergency.
He enjoys when you play with his hair, believe it or not. When he's tired he'll lay his head in your lap, talking to you about his day as you undo the ponytail holding his hair together and comb your fingers through it, twirling and braiding it casually. He falls asleep pretty quickly when that happens, and you're not complaining if it means you get to see him as relaxed as he is.
If you're weaker than him in terms of magic, he'll become the best knight possible. He swears (not promises, but you can tell what he wants to say) that he'll protect you no matter what and that you're safe with him. If you're stronger than him however, he kind of likes to be protected by you. Shino asks if that's not degrading or embarrassing, but Cain's thrilled to have a partner as strong as you. He likes to show you off no matter what.
He doesn't like Owen getting too close to you, though. He never knows what the Northern wizard is thinking, and god forbid Owen attempts to take your eye as well... Cain isn't sure if Owen's intent is to hurt you, befriend you, or just mess with you, but he doesn't trust it. He'll always put his arms around you when Owen is around, which you don't particularly mind but you notice Owen has grown to hate it.
The day he finally decides he wants to introduce you to his mother is huge. Her approval and love of you would mean the world to Cain, since you're probably the most important people in his life. He tells you not to be nervous and that he's sure she'll adore you, and if she does he decides you're his soulmate. If his mother approves and adores you, there's no way he'll ever let you go.
He likes it if you get along with Arthur, as well. His prince and his lover getting along is great; it means he can protect both of you with even more intensity than before. Although, it does fluster him when Arthur mentions a few embarrassing situations Cain has had with you.
Cain is a patient man. If you're upset about something, he's there to walk you through it. If you want your relationship to be a bit slower, he doesn't mind that either. Any arguments between the two of you are settled relatively peacefully, since Cain hates arguing with you because of the tension and how your sadness makes him feel. He's a patient man and a patient lover, and he's so glad to be the person spoiling you.
hii!! i literally love ur writing so much i always get excited when you post! can i please request shino and (gn) reader seeing each other after a long time and they rlly miss each other? bonus points if you sneak in a kiss ahshjdhjdsfhj. but if this request is too specific please feel free to ignore!
Ahhh all the nice words are embarrassing me.... You guys are all so sweet! Thank you for sending a request in, and I hope you like it!
You're growing more and more frustrated with the knight standing in front of you, your eyebrow twitching. You were usually pretty patient; you were a Sage's wizard, after all, so sometimes missions were required. You'd long since come to terms with that, since this was necessary to become stronger for the Great Calamity’s impending attack. But this was different.
Shino, along with the other Eastern wizards and the ones hailing from the North had a mission quite a distance from the manor, and it sounded fairly intense. However travel time shouldn’t have mattered because they had Mithra, the man could teleport for crying out loud, so what the hell was taking so long? It’s been nearly two weeks, with no word from any of them, not even in the Sage. They could’ve been in trouble, they could’ve been hurt or dead or-… Well, there was nothing worse than death for wizards except… Oh god, did Shino and Heath lose their magic? Then they would need you, and that’s what you’ve been trying to tell Cain, but he’s not letting you go.
“If they need me, the longer we stand around talking is the more time that’s wasted, so if you’ll excuse me.”
“And if they don’t need you, the Northern wizard’s are going to blow the whole manor to pieces for a Central wizard to underestimate them.”
“I don’t particularly care, at least I’ll know he’s safe! If Arthur or the Sage was in danger, you wouldn’t hesitate to run into any problem! Why should I have to wait because I’m younger?” You’re really trying to understand Cain’s thought process here, but maybe it’s because you’re not exactly thinking rationally. You’re thinking more with your heart than your head, but the thought of Shino being hurt or needing you is too much for you to process. Cain seems to be at a loss for words or what to say here, and you’re certain you’ve won this argument, when there’s a knock on your door and you groan in exasperation. “Yes…?”
“You may want to come downstairs and quit sulking.” Bennett’s smooth voice suddenly cuts in, the door to your room opening enough to reveal him. He’s smiling languidly like he always is and you wonder why for a moment before your eyes light up, your heart beating rapidly in your chest.
“T-Thank you!” You stand up quickly, scrambling past Cain and Bennett before letting your feet carry you down the hallway. Halfway down the flight of stairs from floor 3 to floor 2 you remember the fact that you can fly, but it felt stupid to pull your broom out inside the manor when you’ve got so much pure adrenaline in you. You can’t see your own face but you’re sure your expression is a mix between desperation and hope that your boyfriend is downstairs waiting for you. You fly down the stairs from 2 to 1, apologizing for nearly crashing into Murr and Rustica as you run through the hall, and as you fling the door open from the hallway to the courtyard, you crash into someone who’s going about the same speed as you.
You hit the ground with a thud, hissing as you hit your tailbone on the annoying material of the damn floor, eyes looking down at your lower back and rubbing the area in pain. “Shit, I’m sorry…” You haven’t even seen who you crashed into yet, too busy reeling from the impact. “I wasn’t really paying attention, I-“
You nearly jump when something is on top of you, feeling another bodily weight send you to prop yourself up with one hand as your head snaps downwards, and your heart nearly explodes at that familiar head of hair pressed to your neck, arms you’re so used to feeling around your torso. “God, I missed you.”
“Shino…!” You nearly explode and want to cry and laugh and scream, but you opt for the third choice and wrap your arms around him, pushing your weight back into him and he lets the position change. He ends up on his butt as you press your head against his chest, desperate hands clutching his shirt as you sign and take in the feeling of him. “Where have you guys been…?! I’ve been worried sick, you didn’t tell me it would take you this long!”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He does genuinely sound apologetic as you pull away from his embrace to look at his face. He doesn’t look injured or pale or worried, all good things, but you’re still confused on what took him so long to get back to you. “We couldn’t use Mithra’s teleportation near the barrier of the place we were at, and we ended up staying the night for a few days to get a feel for the situation and see what we needed to fix. Were you worried?” He seems like he was trying to tease you, but you’re having none of that.
“Of course I was worried, are you crazy…?! You’re suddenly gone for like two weeks on a mission you said would be a few days, I thought you were dead somewhere or lost your magic or something was seriously wrong! Don’t freak me out like that-“
You’re promptly shut up by the feeling of his lips pressing themselves to yours, and you want to be mad at him for cutting you off, but you can’t. Not when your hands instinctively grip his shoulders, and you feel yourself melting.
omg hello i’m so happy to see another mahoyaku writing blog aaaa ❤️ may i request kissing headcanons with rutile? thank you soooo much and if you’re not feeling this request feel free to ignore, have a good day ❤️❤️
Ahhh thank you for welcome! I haven't wrote for Rutile before, but he's so cute I might have to do it more often! Thanks for the ask!!
Your Lipstick Stain is a Work of Art (Rutile/GN!Reader)
tags; headcanons, rutile, fluff, kissing
Rutile is a very gentle man, so it's no surprise he's a gentle kisser. His lips always are so soft and well maintained you're almost jealous.
Seriously, they're softer than your own! Plus he always tastes fondly like cedar wood, or there's always the lingering taste of whatever Nero made for dinner that night. Rutile's lips always keep scents and tastes, you note. It makes kissing him a surprise.
He likes to give you random, unprompted kisses through the day. If he passes you in the hallway? Cheek kiss. He's getting up to go teach Mitile and Riquet? Forehead kiss. You're going away on a mission and he's not sure when you'll see each other? Oh boy, you're gonna want to be in private for a bit cause he won't stop till he thinks he's kissed you enough for how long you'll be gone.
He likes kissing you to be the first thing he does in the morning. It helps him 'start his day off right', he claims, but you know it's just an excuse to kiss you (not that you're complaining).
If you thought your first kiss with him was anything other than awkward, think again. It was like two trains collided with each other and then bounced back, you two could not for the life of you figure it out.
But he's a Southern wizard at heart, so he took it as a learning experience and laughed it off with promises that he'd learn how to do it better the next time.
Needless to say, he (somehow) got 10x better the next time you two kissed, and it had been smooth sailing since.
It's always this tense atmosphere you hate the most. Your boyfriend Nero was a typically easygoing guy; there was hardly any arguments in your relationship because you both knew communication was the most important part. You knew that, even if you were afraid of the results, you needed to be open about it. And because of that, you guys hardly ever argued, and even then your arguments were short-lived because you quickly came to a resolution.
But this one, you feared, wasn't something either of you could back down from. Not with how you both felt about it, anyway. You were sitting in your room in the manor, sitting on your bed while Nero sat on the couch, and neither of you were looking at each other. You were content to pick your nails, and Nero was looking out the window, both of you unsure of where to start. But, fuck, this silence was the worst and you would rather die than sit here quietly any longer. So you speak, your voice a bit strained as you speak. "You know, I just wish you wouldn't lie about it."
That does it, because even though he's not looking at you you can feel the glare. "I didn't lie about it, damnit."
"You did. You told me you would stop, and you went and did it anyway. Is that not the definition of a lie?"
"I didn't do it on purpose. I had no other choice."
"You did." You're adamant about this, because you know you're right here. "You could've come to me, or even Faust. Instead, you ran off with Bradley-"
He scoffs, laughing bitterly under his breath. "You should've said that's what this was about. You can't just keep me from him."
You finally lift your gaze from your nails, staring at him incredulously. "Oh, I'm sorry for telling you I didn't feel comfortable with how Bradley has absolutely no concern for your life-"
"That's not true-"
"-And how you blindly follow him into any scenario regardless of how dangerous it is-"
"(Name)." He finally moves to meet your eyes, his eyebrows pressed down angrily. "You can't control me. I'm allowed to do what I want if I desire to do it. You would be pissed at me if I told you to stop hanging around Cain or Murr."
"That's not the same thing!" You defend, laughing bitterly. "I don't have a history of being a bandit with Cain and Murr, and they don't ever intentionally put my life at risk! You're not a bandit anymore, Nero, you were a fucking chef from the East who got summoned as a Sage's wizard! Now you're running off, throwing yourself into dangerous situations without any regards for your own life or how worried it makes me!"
"Brad wouldn't take me anywhere he didn't think we could handle it." Nero defends, and part of you is growing angry that he's so defensive of the Northern wizard. It makes you feel like he's disregarding everything you're saying. "You've known I was a bandit, I can't just throw that whole part of my life away."
"I'm not asking you to do that." You shake your head, sighing in exasperation. "But God, Nero, you can't just run into everything Bradley tells you to. You could've died-"
"What would that matter to you? Surely you could find someone else to replace me."
This makes you stop what you're about to say completely, eyes widening in horror as he seems to realize what he just said. It was like a volcano had erupted from inside of him, blurting out the most hurtful thing he could think to say without a single thought of the impact. He freezes, and before he can even apologize you're pointing at your door. "Out."
"(Name)-"
"If after all this time you think I wouldn't care if you died, or think I'm not saying this out of pure concern, get out my room and never come back in here."
"I didn't mean that-"
"Then why would you say that...?!"
He tenses when he hears the faint sound of your voice cracking, and he wants to beat his own ass when he sees how you're crying, mad at himself for being the one to cause that. He stands up, only to promptly be smacked in the face by one of your pillows, but he doesn't even bother complaining. He deserves that one, he knows it. He said it without thinking, and it wasn't right, but he needs you to let him verbalize this to you without lashing out on him. You were like a tornado, once you got started you just wanted to lash out and take your emotions out on something until you were calmed down, but again, he basically caused that form of response. You hit him with all the pillows on your bed before you were out of things to throw, your hands messily reaching up to rub your face. "Get out...!"
He doesn't say anything, instead silently walking towards you with an unreadable expression on his face. Since you were out of things to throw, your hand lifted as if you were about to hit him, but he gently catches both of your wrists in his hand, sitting on your bed and keeping his face level with yours. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean that, so please forgive me."
God damn, you were so weak to him. Usually you would just yell, tell whoever it was to get out of your sight before you cursed them, but you can't do that. Not with Nero and certainly not with how gently he's looking at you. You let out an audible cry before pressing your face to his chest and his grip on your wrists weaken as your arms wrap around his neck. He sighs gently, his hand reaching out to rest on the top of your head and run gently down your scalp, trying to soothe you as best as he could as he mutters gentle apologies. "I don't want to control you, Nero..." Your voice is cracking as you speak, and he quietly rests his chin on top of your head as you say what you need to. "I just can't bear the thought of seeing you turned to stone, or having to worry about your mana stone, or having a funeral for you... I know you're strong, and I know you trust Bradley, but please... Please just tell me... Don't just run off..."
He's quiet for a moment before lifting his head off your chin, pressing his lips against your head. "Ok. I'll tell you from here on out, alright? And no matter what, I won't go anywhere I think I can't handle." Part of you wants him to promise to really settle your worries and make you 100% sure of his words, but that was selfish. That would be way too selfish to ask of him. Even just this was enough, for now. You could be ok with this. Your head nods against his chest, trying to calm yourself down.
You were a tornado, and he was a volcano. You were two natural disasters, just waiting to explode and wreck everything in your paths. But, maybe this one time, two disasters could do some good in the world. At least, that was your hope.
hi!! loved your heath work it was so adorable :) could i request confessions with mithra with a gn wizard reader please? thank you very much if you decide to do this and have a nice day <3
Aw thank you for the support!! And thanks for sending in a request!
Beginning to End (GN!Reader/Mithra)
tags: headcanons, fluff, confessions, mithra
Mithra views strength as a above all measurement of who he takes an interest or disliking to. For example, he notes that Riquet is very much weaker than him, so he doesn’t view him as person of interest. On the flip side, though, he resents Oz for being stronger than him and has attempted to kill him several times. Strength, to Mithra, is how he remembers certain people.
But with you, for some reason, it’s different. You’re not stronger than him, yet he wouldn’t call you weak. He thinks if you had caught him in a bad situation, he may actually be defeated at your hands, and that’s what initially draws him to you. When you two run into each other in the North on accident for your first meeting, he could’ve just killed you and taken your mana stone for consumption, but something told him not to. So you part ways with no conflict, just his curiosity being piqued by you but leaving it as that. After all, he doubted he would see you again.
That is until you’re also summoned as a Sage’s wizard, and you two are living in the manor together. The person who had some strength he thought was valuable to keep alive, yet not stronger than him… He didn’t understand his infatuation with you, even though it was his own. That didn’t stop the two of you getting closer, though, not exactly breaking through barriers you had up but just slipping through them.
When he finally does confess, it’s not in your average way. It’s Mithra, after all, did you really expect a normal confession from him? The way it goes down is so sudden, both you and him are surprised. At some point, you managed to convince him to let you spar with him so you could tactics and get stronger, and he accepted. You’ve never managed to take him down, but he’s also given you some decent pointers. You wonder why he’s doing this, since you found out Arthur got promptly turned down when he asked Mithra, but you don’t care because you’re getting to practice and spar with the great Mithra.
The day the confession happens, though, he’s a bit more tired than usual. You ask if he wants to wait till tomorrow, but he makes some comment about how he can still defeat you when he’s tired, and that makes you ready to go. The two of you go back and forth at it for a while, but his movements are slower than usual… Taking advantage of this, you shoot one of your attacks at his leg and successfully manage to take him off balance. Before he can even fully process, you’re pushing him to his back, the older wizard grunting as he hits the ground, you landing on top of him. When he fully processes what happens, you’re grinning and cheering and rambling about how you’ve finally taken him down. And it’s when you’re in this moment of childish, carefree elevation that he finally says what he’s been thinking.
“If I ruled the world, would you rule alongside me?”
A weird confession, of course, but you find yourself flustering over it anyway. After all, being asked that by Mithra was basically an invitation to get married. He judged people through strength, and yet even after all these years, he’s never asked anyone to rule with him. It’s either been under him, as his subjects, or he threatens to kill them because they have no place in the world in his mind. But in his mind, your place is by his side, permenantly.
helloooo welcome!! im so happy to see another mhyk writing blog! can i please request kissing in the rain with heathcliff (gn reader)? thank youuuu!! <333
Thank you for the warm welcome, and thanks for requesting!!
Do you feel the love? (GN!Reader/Heathcliff)
tags: fluff, kissing in the rain, heathcliff
“Hurry, come this way…!”
You can’t help but laugh. Isn’t this just your luck, being caught in a sudden storm while out on a mission with the blonde haired male? Usually Shino would accompany you and your boyfriend on missions like this, but this time he had to go somewhere with Nero and Faust, so that left you alone with Heathcliff this time. Your mission wasn’t even hard; all you were supposed to do was investigate why this nearby lake had been drying out in a village that relied on it as their water source since it hardly ever rained in this area. You suspected it was a result of the Great Catastrophe, but before you both could even make it to the village, it started raining. In an area where it never rained. You swear you didn’t know if this was supposed to be funny or not.
What wasn’t funny was this rain, though. It was pouring pretty quickly, quickly setting into your clothes and your hair and you were pretty sure there were puddles in your shoes. Heathcliff guides you by your hand to the tree with the best cover you two will get, and you places your hands on your knees as you hunch over in exhaustion, sighing tiredly as Heath leans against a nearby tree, catching his breath from running. “What’re the chances of this…?” He starts off, some sort of a breathy laugh leaving his lips as you chuckle in response.
“Tell me about it. Are we just unlucky, or what?”
You examine your clothing, which is heavy with water now, and while usually you would use magic to dry them out, the shade of the tree wasn’t the best and you were still being hit with rain drops. Granted it wasn’t as heavy and intense as before, but it would be a waste and a bother to constantly dry your clothes out. You’ll wait till the rain lets up, you decide, and with that being said you stand up straight, leaning against the tree with your boyfriend. A comfortable silence fills the space between you two, and your fingers gently reach out to curl around his. He doesn’t seem to be expecting it, so he jumps slightly out of alarm. Heathcliff was always so jumpy with romantic affection, but it’s not like you disliked that about him. After all, it was cute being able to fluster him so easily.
After he gets over his initial embarrassment and the fact that nobody is there, he holds your hand gently, your fingers interlocked with one another. It was nice being able to do these things with Heath, even in a bad or unexpected situation. You felt like things couldn’t even be that bad as long as he was by your side, as selfish as that may sound. But Heath seems to share your sentiments, if the way his face is flushed and the small smile on his lips is any indication. You both reach a silent conclusion to simply wait here until the rain lightens a bit, and you’re fine with that.
Well, until you remember something the Sage told you.
‘You know, a common trope in my world is kissing your partner in the rain! I’m surprised it’s not super common in this world…’
You find yourself suddenly intrigued by this idea. Why would kissing in the rain be so common in the Sage’s world? Isn’t the rain annoying? Why bring your partner into it just to kiss? At first you thought it seemed stupid, since humans don’t have magic like you do and would be forced to dry off the normal way… But, well, you were a wizard after all, and you two had to dry off later anyway… Surely it couldn’t hurt.
Having made up your mind, you push off the tree and start walking forward, making Heath cry out in alarm and stumble after you. “H-Hey, why are you dragging me back into the rain…?!” He says this, but isn’t making an attempt to stop you, despite his hesitation. You simply hum carefreely, not bothering to answer him until you’re both standing in the rain, and you turn yourself to face him.
“The Sage told me this was something they did in his world a lot, and I wanted to try it.”
“You could’ve warned me beforehand…!”
“You wouldn’t have done it if I told you!”
“What are you even planning-?”
You decide to cut him off by leaning forward, your hands untangling themselves from his hand and instead one of them situates itself on the back of his head, your lips gently meeting his. He seems genuinely startled, his hands scrambling to rest themselves on your waist as he lets his eyes close quickly, his mind overheating and refusing to let him keep his eyes open in embarrassment. It doesn’t take long before you feel him start to kiss you back, and you hum happily as your other hand rests on his shoulder. Is it just you, or do his lips taste sweeter than usual…? There’s no way the rain is affecting that, right?
The two of you sit there for a moment, kissing and holding one another like you’re the only people in the world. You think you’d be ok with that, honestly, but that was another thought for another day. After a moment you both pull away, needing air after sitting there stealing each other’s for a good minute or so. His face is bright red, and you can’t tell if that’s all from embarrassment or if that’s just from the rain, but you find yourself laughing before you know it. He speaks up, tightening his grip on your waist playfully. “Remind me to never let the Sage give you anymore ideas…”
“Aww, so you didn’t like it?”
“…I never said that.”
You laugh again, allowing Heathcliff to drag you back to the shaded tree while lecturing you about ‘no more surprises right now’. You had to remind yourself to thank the Sage when you got back.
