how i think these guys would interpret 'pads with wings'.
feat. phainon, anaxagoras and ashveil with fem!reader
a/n: i have no idea if anyone's written this but the idea was too good to pass up
round 2 here!: sunday, danheng, jingyuan
PHAINON:
♡ phainon WILL get it for you, no question.
♡ he doesn't care if he has to climb mountains, go through all 33550336 cycles again or fight irontomb, he will complete this mission and get his dawnlight her pads with wings.
♡ but when he gets to the store, phainon's utterly flabbergasted by the amount of choices in stock. i mean, there's daytime, nighttime, panty liners and a whole bunch of others he's pretty sure he doesn't know the use for.
♡ but hey, since it's you, phainon will take this with the utmost seriousness. anything less is an affront to his love for you.
♡ i feel like he'd definitely ask the other ladies in the aisle with no hint of embarrassment or shame. because what's there to be ashamed about a perfectly natural cycle of life? if anything, phainon wishes he was the one to bear all your painful cramps.
♡ after phainon completes his haul, that is to say a whole year's worth of pads he proudly carries like a trophy, he skips off to buy you wings because that's what you want. and of course he needs to buy them from your favourite place!
♡ after everything is done, phainon heads straight home and presents it all to you like he's a soldier sharing the spoils of war with his queen. he's practically an excited puppy when he places everything in your lap, looking to you for approval.
"um, phai, what is all this...?"
"your pads with wings!"
♡ phainon doesn't know why you burst out in laughter all of a sudden, but eventually understands what you actually wanted after you explain.
♡ kephale above, how could he mess up something so simple?! you counted on him for this and yet he's screwed everything up! no, he simply must go out again and get the correct pads.
♡ however, you prevent him from doing so when you wrap your arms around him and pull him onto the bed, thanking him in that angelic voice of yours.
♡ ah, well, guess he's staying.
♡ the next time you ask, phainon won't make the same mistake.
ANAXAGORAS:
♡ you want pads with wings? sure, he can do that for you. just to be clear, is that pads with wings or pads with wings? why are you looking at him like that? did you truly think he was going to decline your request? how foolish.
♡ anaxa may be labelled a fool, but he is by no means ignorant. in fact, he predicted that you'd ask him this question from how your brow creased by one degree.
♡ oh, and also the fact he's been tracking your cycles. he KNOWS what's going on. anyways, pads with wings, yes?
♡ surprisingly, anaxa knows exactly where the pads are located. it causes one to wonder the how and why, but that's not the point. what is the point is the fact that he has a notebook detailing what kind of pads you use on what days and how your period is usually like.
♡ we shall not question this because there is no shame in a guy wanting to know his lover better through her periods. but yeah he has it all colour-coded, dated and charted. it's as meticulous as the experiment logs he writes.
♡ anaxa treats the selection process like he's preparing a lecture on the care of dromases. that is how important it is. he critiques based on the material, comfort, your preferences...
♡ whatever people look for in pads, anaxa's already considered it. as such, he manages to pick out a few and extras for backups. always good to be prepared, and he isn't one to be underprepared.
♡ it might be worth mentioning that anaxa stares at the packs with such intensity it makes one think he has a vengeance against them, but no he's just evaluating which one has the higher percentage of absorbency.
♡ he even buys a few painkillers, a heating pad and some chocolate for you before heading home. needless to say, you're pleasantly surprised by it all.
♡ anaxa gets to feel proud of himself, and more importantly, you are taken care of. what more could he ask for?
"anaxa, how did you even think of all this? i only asked you to get pads with wings."
"pah, that's a rather shallow assumption of me. am i not more intimately acquainted with your body than most?"
♡ an amused smirk appears on anaxa's face as he dodges the pillow you throw at him.
ASHVEIL:
♡ pads? okay hold on, let him check how many credits he has left in his bank account. no no, you are not paying for them. over his dead body.
♡ i don't believe ashveil would be as enthusiastic as phainon or meticulous like anaxa, but it's more so his 'experience' comes from time itself.
♡ ashveil performs this task based off deduction and gathering of clues, like any good detective. it may not be detailed, but he has a general idea of what you want and how he should get the job done.
♡ maybe he'd feel a little awkward while he's buying the pads. not because of the act itself, but the fact that he's a tall old man (who looks young?) wearing a fedora with his arms crossed while looking at different brands.
♡ i mean, would you not get suspicious of such a guy?
♡ ashveil definitely does do the thing all old people do, the object far away as he snaps a pic with the phone close to his face for you to review. he takes a few, waits for your input, gets the ones you want and pays for them with whatever money he has left for the month.
♡ sanitary products are expensive, but you just let him worry about that, m'kay? your comfort is more important, and ashveil was raised to be a gentleman after all.
♡ when it comes to food, ashveil is going all out. he doesn't just buy wings. he buys you a whole meal. drinks, snacks, desserts, you name it. ashveil admits, he might've gotten a bit too carried away and he's blaming it on the appetite of that thing in his arm.
♡ no worries, if you can't finish it, the rest can be kept as leftovers. or maybe he'll eat it all, who knows.
♡ all in all, ashveil knows he's done a good job when he sees the grateful smile on your face. ah, how sweet his darling is.
"ashveil, how much was it all? i'll pay you back."
"ah, no. what did i say? it's on me. now start eating or else i'm stealing all your fries."
A/n: So this is my first time writing hsr and I'm new to it I may not know alot of things but as dan heng's my favourite character so i made his first idk how will this turnout but I hope it will become good
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You find Dan Heng on the couch, a book in his hands, calm as ever. His legs are crossed, posture relaxed but upright, like he’s always aware without needing to announce it. You don’t say anything. You just sit down beside him, close enough that he can feel you.
He glances at you once and shifts slightly to make room. Before you can react, he pulls you onto his lap, one arm circling your waist while the other holds the book open.
“You’re in the way,” he says quietly.
“You pulled me here,” you murmur.
“Yes,” he replies, as if that explains everything, like nothing more needs to be said.
You sink against him. His hand rests lightly at your side, steady and warm.
Time passes quietly. A stray lock of hair falls across your face. He lifts a hand and tucks it behind your ear, thumb lingering just long enough to make you notice. He could return to the page, but he doesn’t.
The warmth of him, the rhythm of his breathing, the calm weight of his presence—slowly, it lulls you into sleep. Your head sinks a little further against him. You don’t fight it. You don’t stir. You drift off completely, resting there on his lap.
Dan Heng notices, but he doesn’t move or disturb you. He adjusts you slightly to make you more comfortable, keeping his hold gentle and steady. His chin rests lightly near your head, the book forgotten, his presence quiet and unwavering.
Minutes pass. Outside, the world continues, but here, on this couch, all that matters is you, asleep against him, and the certainty that he’ll stay just like this, holding you without a single word.
in which you visit a dessert cafe with your boyfriend ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´- ft. dan heng, aventurine, boothill (in order from least to most unhinged LMAO)
dan heng !
"waow, it's so gorgeous in here!" you squealed, soaking in the breathtaking interior of the newly opened cafe. glittering pots of ivy hung from high ceilings, towering glass windows illuminating the breezy space in a golden glow.
dan heng watched you with an adoring grin, following you to the pastry case. he loved seeing you like this, so happy without a care in the world. "we're lucky we came at a good time."
you marveled at the rows of succulent desserts, from glistening fruit tarts to freshly-baked buns. "oh, dan heng, they all look so good!" you turned to him with a little pout, one that he could never resist. "can we get all of them?"
he laughed softly, patting your head and linking your arm in his. "maybe not all of them, but we'll do our best."
"okay!" you nodded, satisfied with his answer as you flounced over to the cashier.
after the two of you made your selections—one of you much more outwardly enthusiastic than the other—you wandered over to a table in the center of the open dining space. sunlight filtered in through tall glass ceilings, casting an ethereal glow on your pristinely set table.
"i've never been to a cafe quite this grand," dan heng murmured, setting the overflowing bags of pastries in front of you. "what would you like to start with first?"
you tapped your cheek with your finger, perusing the abundant goods. "hmm, how about this taro bun?" you plucked a fluffy purple pastry, holding it out to him.
he gently took it from your hands, creating a perfectly-sized bite for you. "here, try it first." he beckoned you to come close, gingerly cupping your chin as you tasted the delicious morsel of sugar.
"oh my gosh, it's so good!" you exclaimed, admiring the creamy flavors melting on your tongue. "you have to try it. here, let me return the favor..." you giggled at the slight flush on his cheeks as you popped a piece of the bun into his mouth, watching him chew thoughtfully for a moment before he looked at you with a small smile on his face.
"...it's quite tasty," he remarked in his typical composed fashion.
you poked his cheek affectionately. "high praise from dan heng! looks like that's sitting at our number one spot right now. shall we rank the rest of these treats?"
he let out a soft chuckle at your unbridled enthusiasm. "we shall."
aventurine !
"welcome to the most lavish dessert spot in all of penacony," aventurine announced, leading you in through the opulent entrance like a true gentleman.
"why thank you, sir," you replied, lightly playing into the act. you had to admit—stepping into something as simple as a dessert shop while being dressed to the nines seemed a tad bit silly, but this was the dreamscape! nothing was impossible. "have you been here before?"
"i typically like to indulge in... other delights, but i couldn't spare any expense for my lady tonight." his honeyed words blending with the alluring fragrance of his cologne made your head spin a little, leading you to clutch onto his arm adoringly.
the melodic notes of a grand orchestra harmonizing with the sweet scent of freshly-baked goods floated through the air, enveloping your senses with a flavor that could only be described as luxurious. aventurine truly treated you like his queen, and today was no exception.
"mister aventurine! what a pleasure to see you here." the two of you were warmly greeted by the bar—no, the cake-tender? suspension of disbelief was a requirement in the sweet dream, it seemed.
"thank you kindly, sir." your boyfriend readily slid a hefty stack of alfafa credits to him, resting an arm on the counter and leaning in close. "will this do? my lady and i have never had the pleasure to dine here before. we would like to purchase the whole menu."
"a-aventurine!" you stammered, pulling him towards you. "i'm so sorry, sir, just a few pastries would be amazing."
"oh ho ho! now, that won't do!" the mustached man guffawed, giving the two of you a kind smile. "as much as i'd love to accommodate your request, new treats are being concocted every ten minutes, so our menu is constantly changing!"
"well that's no matter, then, is it?" aventurine slipped another overflowing stack of credits—which he pulled from who knows where—over the counter. "keep 'em coming. we'll try each one as they come out, please and thank you."
the cake-tender laughed wholeheartedly at your mortified expression juxtaposed against your boyfriend's smug smirk before turning to his crew. "well then! chop chop, fellas, looks like we have a never-ending order ahead of us!"
"aven!" you hissed into his ear, fiercely clutching onto his arm as he calmly led you over to the dining area. "are you insane? we just had a seven-course dinner!"
he let out a good-natured laugh, patting your hand with a smile. "don't worry, we'll take whatever we can't finish to-go. besides, this is the dreamscape. i had way too many credits to spare anyways." he pulled out your chair for you, ever the gentleman. "for you, my lady."
you rolled your eyes, huffing as you slid into your overly plush seat. but before you could get too comfortable, platters upon platters of all kinds of absurd pastries were being served on pearly white dishes, from towering, gravity-defying cream puffs to eclairs that shimmered with real flecks of gold.
you had to pick your jaw up from the floor to even know where to begin with the enormous feast of desserts that sat in front of you. as your eyes roamed across the never-ending dishes, you looked up to watch aventurine pass sleeves of credits to every single member of the wait staff.
a satisfied smirk played on his lips as he caught your gaze from across the table.
"well then, shall we dig in?"
boothill !
the soft jingle of the doorbell was a relatively gentle sound compared to the accompanying slam of the door.
you and boothill were stopping by a small cafe in the middle of nowhere on your way back from the countryside, at your request of grabbing a sweet treat before the long road ahead of you.
"uh, welcome in!" the young worker at the cash register greeted, a nearly imperceptible quiver in his voice.
"why don'tcha take a look around, see if anythin' strikes your fancy, hm?" boothill's hand slid from around your waist as you obeyed his words, floating over to the display case. he eyed the now-trembling worker up and down. "you there, what're the best sweets you got 'round here?"
he swallowed thickly under the taller man's scrutinizing gaze. "umm, we... our croissants are usually p-pretty popular..."
boothill turned to you with a smirk. "hear that, sugar? he says them croissants are their breadwinner. hah! get it? breadwinner."
the man behind the counter laughed nervously like he was being held at gunpoint, wondering if the man in front of him was truly insane.
you nodded, satisfied with his intel gathering. "okay! i want two chocolate croissants, please!" you clutched onto boothill's arm, gazing up at him with adoration in your eyes. "one for you and one for me."
his gaze melted with affection. "aw, sugar, you really didn't have to." he turned to the worker, sliding his card across the counter. "make it three, then, we'll take another for the road."
the worker's face paled, as though he were to faint any second. "umm..."
boothill leaned in close. "huh? what's wrong, cash-only or somethin'?"
"uh, no, sir... it's just..." he looked off to the side, searching for literally anything else to train his gaze on. "we'reoutofchocolatecroissants i'msosorry," he squeaked.
your boyfriend slammed the counter with a hoot. "hah! well that is just some bullcrap! you hear that, hon'? this lil' fella can't even fetch us some croissants!" he leaned in even closer, until their faces were merely a hair's breath away from each other. "listen here, you little son-of-a-gun. you're gonna have to scurry on over to the back of your kitchen n' find me and my lady some damn chocolate for your croissants, got it?"
"y-yes! right away, s-sir!" the poor worker scampered off to the kitchen in the blink of an eye.
"awww, love, you really didn't have to do that, y'know?" you swooned at his very public display of affection.
"oh, but i did," he replied, flicking your nose affectionately. "i know how rowdy my little missy gets when she don't get her way, so i figured i'd do the talkin' for her."
...
the two of you made the long haul home that day with a full basket of chocolate croissants.
some notes about this drabble~
dan heng's part is very much inspired by a lovely cafe i visited this summer, aka reader was my very honest reaction to it hehehe
the sweet dream w/ aventurine is so stupid fun to write for (could you tell? (ᵕ–ᴗ–) i WILL be revisiting it as soon as possible.
boothill x reader was also so entertaining to write, i love writing them both as my little nutjobs LOLOL
i had so much fun writing this one, please let me know if you felt the same while reading it because i will definitely do more if so 🤭
hot tears stung at your eyes as you slumped weakly into dan heng's embrace, burying your damp cheeks into his shoulder.
he held you close to his warm body without question—he knows you and your soul inside and out. he knows that all you need in your vulnerable state is for someone to hold you tight. he knows to allow you to unravel your tangled feelings without a single word exchanged.
his brow furrowed as he pulled you in closer, closer until you couldn't discern where your body ended and his began, persistently combing the archives of his brain in attempt to discover what was upsetting you and how he could help make it better.
for now, though, all you needed was for him to steady your breathing with soothing circles drawn on the small of your back, soft lips kissing away the tears rolling down your reddened cheeks, quiet hushes reassuring you that everything would be okay.
and just for a little while, in dan heng's arms, everything seemed okay. ʚɞ
With an s/o Who Frequently Naps
Characters: Phainon, Dan Heng & Cipher
☆ Phainon is a little concerned at first
☆ Have you slept well? Are you eating properly? Or is this just normal for you? Are you always tired?
☆ Once you assure him it is a normal thing, you just enjoy midday naps, then he won't be concerned
☆ Most of the time, if you fall asleep somewhere, he'll carefully bring you to the nearest sofa/bed (assuming you aren't on one already). He ensures you're in a position that you'd wake up comfortable
☆ Depending on the time, he might even join you if you're on the sofa about to take a small nap
☆ Once he starts, though, he loves napping with you, and he will ask when you plan on sleeping every day just so he can join you
☆ Although he does have his own duties to attend to, and sometimes he'll be unable to be there
☆ Sometimes he comes back from a really exhausting day and he just wants to relax and rest cuddling you
☆ Sometimes he'll also surprise you with food when you wake up
☆ A lot of the time he'll sit in your room writing, doing a puzzle or something while he looks at you every 0.5 seconds to check if you're awake (hes really clingy but he also doesn't want to disturb you + he wants you to get a good rest, you might need it)
☆ I like to imagine that Dan Heng is also a frequent napper, so if you love taking naps, then that's good for him
☆ Please ask to nap with him, he'll be a little shy to do it (although after a few times, he'll finally ask to join you)
☆ He'll even cuddle you whenever you both nap together
☆ After you both have a routine of napping, he joins you every single time
☆ The two of you sometimes cuddle while napping together, or even just enjoying each other's presence
☆ If hes working in the data bank, or his room, he doesn't mind you going to sleep near him, he'll even setup a small area in the data bank for you
☆ If you're in his room, he doesn't mind you using his bed to take naps on
☆ Most of the time, if hes not joining you, he will be working & will lookover at you a lot of times and think of how adorable you look in his bed
☆ Quality time is a super important thing for him as well, so even if you're asleep hes just happy to spend time with you
☆ Oh also he might suggest you taking a nap on his lap sometimes
☆ If you ever fall asleep on him, he'll just not move for a while even if he needs to get up for whatever reason, he doesn't want to disturb you
☆ Cipher ADORES whenever you take any naps
☆ First off, she loves joining you for a small nap, since she has cat-like qualities, she also loves to nap
☆ The two of you take times in your day just to relax for a bit
☆ Plus, Cipher isn't doing anything most of the time so she has time to relax and nap with you
☆ Unless Aglaea really needs her assistance with something, but then again she doesn't really listen to her all that much
☆ She also might get you cute blankets, a quality bed, earplugs, anything to assure you'll get a quality nap time in
☆ Another thing she loves is pranking you whenever you wake up, they're always small but they bring joy to the two of you
Summary: My favorites willingly being your pillow. Featuring Neuvillette, Dan Heng, Mydei, Phainon, & Xavier!
Warnings: You might feel all warm and fuzzy inside
Category: Fluff. GN reader!
Pillow Talks: When I realized it’s been 13 months since I last wrote something I had to get something out there lmfao. I realized I let the idea of perfection become my reason for stagnation in regards to writing. It has led to serious burnout in my life and writer's block. So, fuck perfection and I hope you enjoy what I have to offer regardless if it’s full of imperfections; That’s part of the beauty of creation, isn’t it?
Masterlist
Neuvillette 🪼⋆｡𖦹°🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
“Mmh.. Neuvillette..” He perks up at the sound of your voice, glancing at you.
Your curled up form is snuggled against his rigid one as he finishes the remaining paperwork for the day. He smiles softly at your sleeping figure, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to the crown of your head. His body relaxes; he’s filled with renewed vigor to finish his work for the day.
When he turns back to his paperwork, a sudden sensation causes him to tense once more.
Subconsciously, your hands have reached out and grabbed his horns. His cheeks warm as you gently yet firmly cling to the end of his horn with one hand, while the other falls back to your side.
He’s tempted to remove your hand, but in all honesty the feeling of your hand holding firm to his horn is a comforting weight.
In no time Neuvillette signs the last document for the day.
Now, he organizes everything on his desk before carefully standing up, removing your hand in the process. It was a struggle at first, you really didn’t want to let go, but eventually he coaxed your hand to release his horn.
He chuckles to himself as he bends down, effortlessly lifting you into his arms. To his surprise your hand now grips the fabric of his clothes.
His heart melts at the adorable sight; your cheek is smooshed against his chest as your own rises and falls with steady, even breaths.
The walk home is a serene one, although the night air is a bit chilly. He holds you a bit closer when you shiver in his arms.
Now home, Neuvillette manages to maneuver you skillfully into his free arm, while the other removes his boots.
During the process you begin to wake, bleary eyes adjusting to the new yet familiar environment.
“Neuvillette... are we home?” Your voice is soft, and Neuvillette smiles. “We are home, sweetheart. Do not fret, I will bring you safely to bed.” Your sleepy smile is enough to make him swoon, but he reigns himself in.
Neuvillette makes true on his word. It isn’t long before you’re both changed and ready for bed, Neuvillette gently slipping under the covers with you.
He makes sure to rest your head on the soft pillow, yet you immediately reposition yourself so your head is resting against him once more.
“You prefer to use me as your pillow.” He sounds shocked, although he shouldn’t be. This isn’t the first time you’ve done this.
“You’re my pillow now.” You state your words as if it’s fact, and the very thought makes him laugh.
“I am not opposed to such an idea.” With a soft kiss to your forehead, cheek, and then the tip of your nose, Neuvillette settles beside you before you share a pleasant dream of a late night walk together.
Dan Heng ༄˖°.🍂.ೃ࿔*:･
“Can’t sleep?” His question is knowing, and you let out a huff of air in frustration. “Mhm..” Your response comes out as a whine, and Dan Heng sighs.
“Lean on me. Use me as your pillow.” His words make you sit up in surprise. You stare at him with an indescribable expression on your face.
He doesn’t look up from his book, but a smirk lifts the corner of his lips.
“Stop looking at me like that. I’ve offered this before.” You huff out a tired laugh since you know he’s right. “Yeah I know, but I always feel bad like I’m intruding on your reading time.” “Nonsense. Your presence makes moments like these all the more enjoyable.” You hum in acknowledgement.
“Okay then. Don’t blame me if I like it too much. You may wind up being my personal pillow.” He chuckles at your statement, moving your head to rest on his shoulder. “You know I don't mind.”
Your eyes drift shut as you will yourself to fall asleep. A few minutes pass, and nothing.
Another moment of silence passes before you feel something in your hair. Dan Heng’s fingers play with your hair before his voice fills the silence of the room.
He’s reading an informational book, and he honestly sounds like an encyclopedia, but it soothes you nonetheless. After hours of trying to fall asleep, Dan Heng’s soothing touch coupled with his voice lulls you to sleep in almost no time at all.
Dan Heng smiles to himself when he hears the shift in your breathing pattern, signaling you’re asleep.
He continues to read anyway, until it’s his time to join you in blissful sleep.
Mydei ⋆༺𓆩⚔𓆪༻⋆
"I told you a warrior does not sleep." Mydei continues to use his stupid excuse to not sleep as you guide him by his hand.
"Yeah yeah, you've said that... three times now? Or was that the fourth?" You scoff and roll your eyes as Mydei indignantly replies, "That was the third time."
He lets you guide him to your humble living space. He takes in the details as you make haste, preparing yourself for sleep.
He watches in silence, but he's ready to stubbornly stand his ground when you inevitably try to coax him to rest with you.
"So you're still going to be stubborn huh?" Your rhetorical question receives a stubborn nod of confirmation from Mydei.
He doesn't fight you as you pull him behind you. Mydei eyes the loungewear you select for him. He opens his mouth, ready to refuse, but he notices the bags under your eyes and just how tired you really are.
Instead of letting him be stubborn and going to sleep you're choosing to stand your ground and take as many attempts as you need to have him rest with you.
Funny enough, your resolve to get him to rest is what finally convinces Mydei to concede.
"Alright, fine. I can see the bags under your eyes. Have you not been sleeping well?" His question receives a heartfelt answer from you. "No. Things have been hectic in Amphoreus lately, and I'd be a fool not to worry about you. Even if you are 'Immortal' it doesn't mean you can't feel pain and get hurt like the rest of us."
Your concern for him touches him deeply. He finds himself feeling a little guilty for being so stubborn and making you worry over him.
"You do not need to concern yourself with my wellbeing." Mydei faces you after changing into the lounge wear you provided, a loose garment that he has to admit feels comfortable despite his initial apprehension.
"That's easier said than done. I tell you the same thing all the time about me. Do you listen?" A knowing smile lifts your lips as you wait for the answer you've heard a million times by now. "No." "Exactly. Now, let's go to sleep. I'm really tired." The yawn that manages to escape your lips shows just how exhausted you feel.
Mydei tsks as he lifts you with one arm effortlessly. You let out a noise of surprise as he carries you to your bed, throwing you onto it. Surprised laughter leaves your lips as Mydei crawls onto your bed beside you, wasting no time in wrapping his arms around you.
"Why did you have to throw me onto the bed? You couldn't place me down normally?" Mydei can see and hear the smile on your lips as you ask your question, so he knows you really don't mind.
"It's more fun that way." Mydei's simple response elicits a wider smile from you. "Now go to sleep. I'll be here when you wake up." Mydei's promise surprises you, but it's a pleasant one.
You close your eyes as you try to get comfortable. Minutes that feel like hours pass as the two of you lie side by side.
Neither of you are sleeping.
"Let's try something else." Mydei grumbles. He maneuvers you so you're resting your head against his chest. You can hear his heartbeat beneath your ear. It's a steady, comforting sound.
"Will you try to sleep too?" You murmur the words quietly as your eyes remain closed. "I will try. I can't make any promises." Mydei's words are also quiet, and the sound of his gruff voice is soothing to you.
"Okay. Goodnight Mydei." You wish Mydei a goodnight as you focus on listening to his heartbeat. Mydei's arms squeeze you lightly as he whispers a sweet, "Goodnight" as you feel yourself finally relax.
It isn't long before you begin to fall asleep. Your heavy eyelids act as a curtain as you finally drift off to sleep. Mydei smiles to himself as you finally fall asleep. He closes his eyes and allows himself to relax while he holds you in his arms.
With you in his arms, Mydei eventually falls asleep, getting the rest you've been wanting him to get.
Phainon ☀︎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
All it takes is one look at you as you walk through the door of your shared abode to know you had a rough day. Phainon shakes his head knowingly as you sluggishly remove your shoes.
"Tough day?" Phainon's question receives a slow nod of confirmation from you. "Alright, let's get you relaxed and ready for bed." Phainon wastes no time in whisking you away, helping you remove your clothes in favor of something more comfortable.
"Wait, I need to get this out of my hair. Someone bumped into me on the way home and-" "It's okay. Don't think about it anymore. Here, let me take care of you." Phainon hushes you as he guides you to the bathroom.
"Sit. Let me wash your hair for you." Phainon ignores your tired protests as he gathers the hair products you typically use to wash your hair.
He situates you so you're sitting on his lap with your back pressed against the bathtub. He takes his time washing your hair; gently scrubbing your scalp with your preferred hair products.
Your eyes remain closed as you enjoy Phainon's pampering. He smiles softly as he continues to dote on you. He had a rough day himself, but being to take care of you like this is his preferred way to unwind after a long day.
"You look so pretty like this." His whispered words bring a giddy smile to your lips. Warmth spreads through your body as he makes sure to thoroughly rinse your hair. He wraps your hair in a towel you didn't see him grab.
"Hold on, let me dry it for you. You can't go to bed with wet hair." Phainon effortlessly lifts you off of his lap as he stands. He doesn't put you down, opting to carry you as he grabs the blow-dryer. "Aren't you tired too Phainon? You don't have to carry me like this." Your concern warms his heart, and his fond gaze in your direction reflects his sincere gratitude for your concern.
"I am, but taking care of you like this helps me relax. So, tell me something good that happened today. I know you can think of something." Phainon gets the blow dryer up and running as he sits you down on his lap once more. He cherishes your soft smile as you recall something good that happened today. Phainon listens intently over the sound of the blow dryer as he dries your hair for you.
"Well isn't that something? I'm glad that happened. It became a positive part of your day today." Phainon responds to your good news with a cheerful smile. "You know what good thing happened to me today?" Phainon doesn't wait for you to respond. He picks you up and dutifully carries you to your shared bed as he answers his rhetorical question. "I got to take care of you today. Oh, and I got to see that gorgeous smile on your lips." Your laugh is a bit bashful as you're used to Phainon's praise but still affected by it.
"I could say the same thing about you. I get to be carried in your strong arms tonight." Phainon's cheeks warm at your flirtatious teasing. "That's enough out of you. It's time to rest." A sweet kiss is pressed to your lips as Phainon gently lays you on the bed, quickly joining you at your side under the cool blankets.
"Come here." Phainon opens his arms for you to snuggle against him. You happily take his offer, wiggling your way into his arms as your head rests against his chest. Phainon's lips press another kiss to your forehead as he whispers, "Goodnight. Have sweet dreams, okay?" You giggle before you whisper in reply, "Only if you do." Phainon chuckles as he gets comfortable.
Sleep comes easy to the two of you that night.
Xavier .𖥔 ݁ ˖🛸── .✦
"Can't sleep?" Your eyes open as Xavier's soft voice reaches your ears. You're currently splayed on your back like a starfish as you stare up at the ceiling. Xavier shifts to rest his head on your chest.
"Yeah... I don't know why. I'm tired but I can't fall asleep." Your tone conveys how tired you truly feel. Xavier yawns as he shifts his position once more, moving his head to lie on his side. "Change your position. I have an idea." You follow Xavier's instructions.
You position yourself so your back is pressed against Xavier's chest. He wraps his arms around you, burying his head in your shoulder. "and how is this supposed to help me fall asleep?" Your question elicits a chuckle from Xavier.
"It isn't. I just wanted to cuddle with you." Xavier doesn't give you a chance to respond before you feel his deft fingers tickling your sides. You burst into uncontrollable laughter as Xavier's fingers mercilessly attack your sides.
"Okay, okay! Enough! I can't breathe!" You gasp the words as Xavier's fingers continue to attack. A moment later he finally relents, granting you the precious opportunity to inhale sharp breaths.
"How is that supposed to help me fall asleep?" Your question is one full of amusement. Xavier simply chuckles as he affectionately nuzzles his head into the crook of your shoulder.
"It isn't. Do you want to hear a story? It might help you fall asleep. If it doesn't then we can keep talking until the sun rises." You make a noise akin to agreement, and Xavier takes that as his cue to begin.
His fingers roam your body with feather light traces; they softly glide up and down your arm before they eventually settle into your hair.
Xavier begins to tell you a story about an alien visiting another planet. His voice is a soothing melody, successfully lulling you to sleep with his soft whispers.
Xavier interrupts his own story with a soft chuckle. You feel his lips press against your temple as your eyes flutter close. He continues, and you eventually drift off to sleep.
Mere moments after you fall asleep Xavier emits an exhausted yawn before he joins you, a fond smile on his lips as he enjoys your warmth.
This is what I imagine talking to modern!Mydei would be like.
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“Hey Mydei, wanna grab drinks tonight?”
“No. My wife is making dinner.”
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“Say Mydei, how about a boys night out?”
“No. I’m taking my wife on a date.”
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“Mydei! Wanna go watch the new film that just came out?”
“No. My wife and I are going together.”
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“Yeah, I’ve been getting really big into this new hobby. How about you, Mydei? Anything new with you?”
“No. But, my wife likes the same thing.”
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“Man, why do all people suck?”
“I’m sorry. I’m sure in time you’ll find the right one. I met my wife by accident five years ago.”
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“Wow Mydei! Nice shirt, where’d you get it?”
“Thanks. My wife got it for me.”
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“My-dei-mos~” you sing, slinking around the kitchen and to the front door, pulling your sweet husband down for a kiss. He hums in quiet delight, large hands circling around your waist, pulling you tight.
“How was work?” You ask, placing two quick pecks against both his cheeks, circling back around to his forehead.
“Boring. Thought of you all day.” He huffs, leaning down so you could kiss him easier, lips easing into a content smile.
“Aw, aren’t you sweet. Say, I saw this new bakery opened up— can we go this weekend?” You murmur, pressing a delicate kiss against his nose and chin.
“Mhm… whatever you’d like, love.” He hums, chasing after your lips, practically pouting when you pull away last minute.
“You always say that,” you sigh, wiggling in his grip as though you could somehow escape. “Don’t you ever get tired of me? Or have any say?”
“No.” He says simply, placing a firm hand behind your head, urging you to kiss him at last. “I don’t care, so long as it’s with you.”
You giggle, finally granting him his long sought solace and pressing a firm kiss against his soft lips, careful to tangle your hand through his hair, tugging at the messily tied strands till they came loose.
“I love you~” you laugh between his lips, squealing when he effortlessly scoops you off the floor.
Imagine aventurine, jiaoiquu, and jingyuan coming home late, and im talking 2am to find wife reader still up on the couch, barely awake
Bros like why didnt you go to bed?? And readers like i was waiting for you then chars like you need to sleep and then readers like but you just came home and then they point out how tired she is and shes like ill drink coffee and then you can take it from there :)
No Rest for the Devoted
Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Jiaoqiu x Reader, Jing Yuan x Reader, Fluff, Female!Reader, Romantic, Comfort, Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff, Sweet Moments, Gentle and Tender Love.
Warnings: Caffeine Mention, Minor Fatigue/Exhaustion, Light Manipulation (in Aventurine's part), Emotional Vulnerability.
Tagslist: @themiddletenmasibling
The front door clicked open, and a familiar voice, smooth as silk and laced with amusement, filled the dimly lit room.
“Well, well, what do we have here? My dearest, have you taken up nocturnal vigil in my absence?”
You blinked up at him, barely suppressing a yawn. Aventurine stood in the doorway, glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose, his ever-present smirk tugging at his lips. Even at this hour, he looked composed—his peacock feather earring swayed as he tilted his head, eyes gleaming in the low light.
“Why didn’t you go to bed?” he asked, striding closer, his voice teasing but undercut with something softer.
“I was waiting for you,” you murmured, shifting to sit up.
Aventurine chuckled, crouching in front of you. His fingers brushed against your cheek, tracing the exhaustion settled in your features. “You need sleep, darling. Even the most daring gamblers know when to fold for the night.”
“But you just got home,” you argued, rubbing at your bleary eyes.
Aventurine let out a dramatic sigh, taking a seat beside you. “Ah, the eternal gamble of love—stay up and revel in my presence, or succumb to sleep and miss the grand reunion.” His fingers toyed with a loose strand of your hair. “And here I thought I was the reckless one in this relationship.”
You huffed. “I’ll drink coffee.”
“Oh, absolutely not,” he scoffed. In one fluid motion, he plucked the coffee cup from the table before you could reach it. “See, I’d let you take that risk, but where’s the fun in that when I can just do this?”
You whined, reaching for the cup, but he merely held it out of reach, grinning. “Aventurine.”
He tutted. “Tsk, tsk. Not tonight, love.” Then, in a surprising turn, he lifted you effortlessly into his arms, standing up as if you weighed nothing.
“Aventurine—!”
“Shh, shh,” he crooned, carrying you toward the bedroom. “No fighting fate, sweetheart. And fate says you’re going to bed.”
You groaned against his shoulder, your tired body betraying you as your arms curled around his neck. Aventurine chuckled, pressing a kiss against your temple. “Sweet dreams, my little insomniac.”
Before sleep claimed you, you swore you heard him whisper, almost too quiet to catch:
“…I missed you too.”
The door creaked open, followed by the gentle swish of robes. You barely stirred, fighting the pull of sleep as familiar footsteps approached. A warm scent of herbs and faint traces of incense followed Jiaoqiu as he stepped into the living room.
He sighed softly, kneeling beside the couch where you lay curled up. “You should be in bed,” he murmured, his voice rich with quiet concern.
You blinked at him, your exhaustion evident. “I was waiting for you…”
Jiaoqiu reached out, brushing his fingers over your cheek with a healer’s practiced touch. His eyes, barely open, flickered with something unreadable—remorse, fondness, something deeper. “And now you’re exhausted,” he chided gently.
“But you just came home.”
He exhaled, shaking his head, his fox ears twitching ever so slightly. “You’ll make yourself sick like this.”
“I’ll drink coffee,” you muttered stubbornly, attempting to sit up.
Jiaoqiu’s eyes finally opened fully, sharp and discerning. “Absolutely not.”
You barely had time to react before he reached for your wrist, pressing two fingers against the pulse point. You pouted, knowing exactly what he was doing—checking your energy levels.
A faint frown touched his lips. “Your qi is already unsteady. You’re overexerting yourself.”
“I just—”
Before you could finish, he lifted a warm flask from his sleeve, unscrewing the lid to let out a soothing aroma of honeyed herbs. “Here. This will help you sleep.”
You eyed the concoction warily. “That’s not coffee.”
A rare smile ghosted his lips. “No, it’s something better.” He cupped your hand around the flask, warmth seeping into your fingers. “Trust me.”
You sighed but took a sip. The warmth of the drink spread through your chest, grounding you in a way caffeine never could.
Jiaoqiu hummed, satisfied. “Good.” He reached forward, thumb brushing the space between your brows. “Now, no more waiting up for me.”
You yawned, the drink already working its magic. “You’re stubborn.”
His expression softened. “And you’re reckless when it comes to me.” A pause. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper—“But… thank you.”
As you drifted off, you felt him press a feather-light kiss against your forehead.
It was nearly 2 a.m. when Jing Yuan finally stepped into the house, the weight of another long day pressing down on his broad shoulders. He sighed, rolling his neck before his eyes landed on you—curled up on the couch, barely awake.
A mix of amusement and concern flickered across his face. “Why are you still up?” he asked, his deep voice carrying a note of exasperation.
You blinked at him, suppressing a yawn. “I was waiting for you.”
Jing Yuan crossed the room in a few easy strides, crouching in front of you with an indulgent sigh. “My dear, you need to sleep.”
“But you just got home.”
He reached out, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “And I’ll still be here in the morning.”
You sat up, rubbing your eyes. “I’ll drink coffee.”
Jing Yuan chuckled, a low, rumbling sound. “Mm. No, you won’t.”
Before you could protest, he scooped you up effortlessly, shifting your weight against his chest as he stood. You squeaked in surprise, but he only shook his head, amused.
“You were seconds away from passing out on that couch,” he pointed out, carrying you toward the bedroom. “And yet, you insist on staying up. My, my. You’re worse than my subordinates.”
You grumbled against his shoulder. “You’re insufferable.”
He smirked, pressing a kiss against the crown of your head. “And yet, you waited for me.”
You sighed, finally relaxing against him as exhaustion took hold. As he placed you onto the bed, tucking you in with practiced ease, you heard him murmur, so quiet it was almost lost in the night—
“…Thank you for waiting.”
With a final, lingering glance, Jing Yuan settled beside you, his presence steady and warm. And this time, you didn’t fight sleep.
You lay on your side in bed, facing away from your lover. Your hands were trembling, breath hitching as you tried not to break.
Your heartbeat was frantic in your chest, and you were distantly frozen in fear that it might somehow wake him up.
And then you heard it.
There was rustling, and a brief moment of silence before you felt the bed shift, and large arms came to drape around you from behind in a warm embrace.
That warmth had a soothing effect on your body, but wasn’t enough to dispel your anxiety. More silence followed before it was broken by a hushed, concerned whisper.
“You okay, sweetheart?”
And oh, his voice was so sweet as he murmured such a simple question, such a soft term of endearment, and instantly guilt seems to plant itself deep in your heart at the idea that you might’ve awoken him. But even more than that, you were still so terrified.
“I’m okay.” Your voice cracks (it’s broken, like you are), and he hums quietly, a low rumble in his chest that vibrates against your back.
He doesn’t say anything; doesn’t have to. Instead, he gently nudges your head to face him, and when met with resistance, he sits up and leans forward. Carefully, he lifts you up along with him, shifting your body towards his own.
Your cheek presses against his chest, his heartbeat steady and strong against your ear, and when his hand slides over to hold yours, you let him, fingers intertwined as one while his thumb caresses your knuckles soothingly. His other hand gently rubs against your back, head leaning down to kiss your forehead so tenderly it makes you want to cry—
A sob wracks your body, and it’s so sudden that you don’t know how to make it stop when another comes and tears are soon to follow.
The hand on your back stills, coming up to tangle lightly with your hair, hugging you tightly against his chest. His other hand squeezes your own, so warm and soft and loving that your tears are flowing freely now, and each sob makes you gasp for breath.
“It’s going to be okay.”
He emphasizes these murmured words as he holds you: in the lazy way he sways you from side to side, in the way his fingers massage your temples, in how he presses kisses against your cheek, your chin, your ear, your lips.
He doesn’t say anything else that night. He doesn’t have to. Because he knows, and always will. He will be there for you, in times of happiness and laughter, and in times of loneliness and despair.
He misses your smell, your warmth, every little thing about you. You find yourself wrapped around the arms of the man you dearly love after a week of nothing but work. His touch lasted long and still lingered with desperation as he let go. His eyes show nothing but weakness to you, so weak and so pure.
Going to bed first because your husband is probably up once again marking his students exams, or their papers.
You’re lying in bed, perhaps already asleep, reading a book or scrolling on your phone. Whatever it is, he always makes sure to be in bed by 12am.
If you’re asleep , he’ll join you. Wrapping his arms around you, or if you’re lying towards him, he’ll take a few minutes to admire your sleeping face. He’s not one to say it all the time, but he loves you so much. And every time he says it, you know he means it. He is sincere and so raw in his love, it is so pure and his dedication to you goes beyond what you imagine.
He wouldn’t ever marry someone so casually, but you know that when he does, he will be devoted.
On days when you’re scrolling, he’ll take your phone away because he’s the type of guy who can’t sleep with any light on in the room.
You’ll whine and protest but he is firm, and confiscates your phone, putting it in his drawer. He’ll make it up by pulling you close to him, pressing a kiss on your forehead before telling you to settle down and sleep before you wake up looking like a panda (he’ll definitely make some comment about you looking more sleep deprived than him).
But he genuinely wants the best for you. So he’ll start going to bed earlier, so you can adjust your sleep schedule too if you’re used to staying up late. And this man is firm. There have been some talks about him respecting your choices, however you know he wants the best for you. Plus he always initiates the hugs because he knows you love it when he holds you while sleeping. It makes his heart swell, seeing you safe and so peaceful in his arms. Before you know it, both of you are in bed, all comfortable and warm by 10.
He has a calming , and soothing presence. He’d smell lightly of mint, and he’ll try his best not to snore. If he does though, Hyacine will be more than happy to help him!
He’d be very comfortable and calm to sleep with, that’s just how I see it once you have gotten married. To him, this in itself is a beautiful and sacred act that he’d only do with his beloved. He wouldn’t casually do this with his partner that he hadn’t yet married because to him, this is also a very intimate time.
The honeymoon phase doesn’t exist because his devotion, love, and sacrifice has remained the same ever since you got married. (And when he knew he wanted to marry you)
A/N: when u don’t know which one character to write for... also pls let me know if past or present tense would work better for drabbles like these I genuinely don’t know AAAA
JING YUAN —▵▿
Be prepared to not be able to breathe for the next few hours.
The Luofu General would lay on top of you, with all the weight and muscles he had, cling onto you like a massive cat. How could he not? You were just so comfortable, a perfect mattress for his afternoon nap.
“Jing Yuan- darling you’re crushing me…”
The man would only hum in response as he shifted on top of you to get a bit more comfortable, pressing the last puff of air from your lungs as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck. His arms looped around your waist as if you’re a pillow. No matter how many times you tried to peel yourself away from him, it was futile.
“Just let me sleep…” He murmured. His voice was deep and gravelly.
You look down to see the man peacefully asleep. His lashes fluttered against his cheek. It was just part of his charm to be able to have you give in to him so easily. You could only sigh in defeat before bringing your hand up to comb through the General’s wild silvery mane, eliciting another content hum from him.
BOOTHILL —▵▿
Despite being 90% metal, the cowboy was oddly comfortable to cuddle with. Boothill enjoyed having you lay on his chest as he gently combed his metal fingers through your hair. One of the best parts about cuddling with you was being about to yap just about anything with you. What he did on the day… how fun it was to gun down IPC guards… how that secret stash of bullets in his pocket always tasted better with you on his mind.
Boothill loved nuzzling his face against you. It was the one way he could feel you, your body heat, and the smoothness of your skin. Somehow, it all made him feel so human.
“Darlin’… yer’s so soft. Wish I could feel ya all over.”
Often times, Boothill would nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck and kiss all the skin he could come in contact with before parting his lips and just gently bite on your skin with his teeth. Nothing sexual, he just wanted to feel and taste you. You were the one who made him feel whole, after all.
GEPARD —▵▿
Great at cuddling, especially after one long, tiring day of work.
The Captain of the Silvermane Guards would just haphazardly remove his armour, not even bothering to change out of his uniform before flopping into bed and cuddling you. With his face buried in your chest and arms wrapped around your waist, the man was finally able to let himself relax in your embrace.
Stroke his hair, pepper him with kisses, whisper sweet nothings to his ear, he’d let you do anything to him while cuddling. No words were needed to be exchanged either. He loved the peaceful silence shared between the two of you. But of course, if you wanted to talk, he would listen. If you asked him how his day went, Gepard would undoubtedly share all the wonderful and not so wonderful things with you.
SUNDAY —▵▿
Although being together for so long, Sunday still couldn’t help but feel flustered and giddy all over whenever receiving attention form you. Cuddling wasn’t an exception.
Sunday would be blushing and everything as you hold him close. His legs were tangled with yours and his face was buried in your chest as you idly groomed his wings. He could feel your fingers gingerly fixing every individual feather. He couldn’t help but let it flinch in your hands, and every time it did, he could hear you snicker softly. It was such a lovely melody, he would listen to your laugh for the rest of his life.
You would sometimes tease him for his adorable blush while you were cuddling, peppering his cheeks and making his cheeks heat up even more until the Oak Family head was all putty in your arms.
“Must you tease me so much? Ah… dear, please, this is so humiliating…”
PHAINON —▵▿
Phainon patiently waited for you on the bed. His armour was already removed. Upon seeing you enter the bedroom, he outstretched his arms, an adorably wide smile hung on his face as he gave you the puppy eyes.
“Cuddle?”
You swore he was going to be the death of your poor heart.
The moment you get into bed, he would cling onto your waist and bury his face in your stomach. You didn’t even get the chance to properly lay down yet and the man would be shamelessly attached to you, molding his body with yours. The feeling of you against him was everything that he could ask for.
The cheeky man would sometimes tease you out of nowhere, pinching your side or tickling you, just to make you flinch and giggle. You weren’t about to let him off the hook so easily. A cuddle session would all of a sudden turn into the two of you rolling around the bed, trying to tickle the living daylights out of one another.
By the time you two laid panting, Phainon would pull you close and bury his face at the crook of your neck before finally letting you fall asleep.
MYDEI—▵▿
Mydei was perfect to lay on top of. His body was broad and warm, your perfect heater. Not to mention, he would let you rest your head against his ‘pillows’ (ahem ahem).
Mydei gently traced random shapes on your back as he felt your chest rise and fall against him with every breath you took. The feeling grounded him. It reminded him of your comforting presence. Mydei let you trace his red markings as you cuddled. Your feather-light touch would send tingles down his spine.
You would sometimes prop you chin in your palm as you silently admire the Kremnoan prince. Your gaze would trace every feature of his handsome face, a smile gracing your lips, until Mydei adverted his gaze to hide his blushing cheeks.
“HKS…” He mumbled.
You could only giggle at his reaction before leaning down to pepper kisses all over his face.
ANAXA —▵▿
Anaxa was never the first to cuddle you, but he would always wait for you.
The moment he felt the mattress dip and your arms wrap around him, he would put away the scroll he had been reading and reciprocate, slipping his arms around your torso, letting you tangle your legs with his, and bury his face in the crook of your neck.
Anaxa lived for the feeling of your hands gingerly combing through his hair. It calmed him from one long day of dealing with his annoying students. The professor would rant on about his new theories, or how his students wouldn’t stop calling him atrociously ridiculous names.
“’Prof ‘Nax?’ Tsk. The sheer audacity of those children.”
Anaxa could feel your chest moving against his as you laughed, and he hugged you closer. The feeling of you by his side grounded him. He let his eyes droop as he relaxed against you. You were his solace, his sanctuary, the only deity he would devote himself to.
JIAOQIU —▵▿
The purpose of a fox’s tail was to keep itself warm. Jiaoqiu’s tail was for letting you hug like a pillow. He didn’t mind as long as he could feel your warmth around him. The two of you would lay side by side, you back against his front and his tail could curl to the front of you for you to hold.
Jiaoqiu wrapped his arms securely around your torso. He tended to slip his hands beneath your clothes to gently trace your skin as you cuddled. He loved how you soft you felt, and he’ll be damned if he wasn’t able to feel you for even a second. He would trace invisible shapes and rub gentle circles on your stomach or waist, or gently massage the muscles of your body.
“Your muscles are too tense… may I help you, my dear?”
The foxian would brush your hair to the side and litter your neck and nape with tender kisses and teasing bites, leaving little red marks over your skin. Every sensation of his lips and fangs on your skin sent shivers down your spine.
Hi! for my req, im puctring a reader who is aloof and just as independent as anaxa is, but can you write a scenario where dove and him are married, and he comes to seek them out after a very long day? im thinking aloof but gentle type for reader, very private but very warm? man i love for kindred spirits :DD
𓎟𓎟 a sweet request from a lovely anonnie 𝄞 a love letter signed with anaxagoras' initials 𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵 𐙚
ℒ.ove mail — 🍒 ꫂ aww this is cute. im a big fan of this req LMAO i felt like its a good one to establish their dynamic <3 welcome back everyone ! we are back in the building and i dont have long till i leave again oops
every day anaxagoras is reminded why he hates attending office parties.
and it's not like he hates the fellow staff—not all of them—but most he loses his tolerance once someone starts drunkenly blabbering about some nonsense. gossips from the students, their personal lives, or maybe even from the head teachers and whatnot. which is why he leaves early, there's nothing of interest for him to discuss and he doesn't want to darken their mood with his brooding. also, why stay when he can just go home? makes more sense to him.
so putting into consideration that the day was long, and unbelievably hard (socializing with an insufferable co-worker), it made the appeal of coming home much sweeter.
sweet it was, seeing you after such a night. after the chaos, the quite frankly atrocious music, and being shoved around since no one could stand straight, he needed you. and you never failed to be there.
"you're home later than i thought." you say in response to his silence, your eyes still glued to the novel in your hands. "you really tried to tolerate it, hm?"
"indeed, but even i have my limits, and it does not take long to reach them." he mutters while hanging his coat, stripping himself of his usual layers of clothing till he was left with his shirt and pants, sighing. "dove, do you mind moving to the couch?" he asks. "i know you adore your lounge chair, but i.. i think i need you. for just tonight."
your laughter sounds like a blessing after everything. "only tonight? are you not aware you have me for the rest of our lives? but i don't mind, come here."
and every day your husband is reminded to thank whatever aeon brought you two together, because you just.. fit so perfectly. your legs between his, laying on top of him, arms around your waist as he just.. looks at you. adores you, even. years of marriage hasn't lessened just how much you mean to him in the grand scheme of things, and if it had changed, it was merely his admiration.
he thinks it must not mean much to you (it does), but the way his feelings have developed for you came in an unexpected yet.. somehow needed wave. he thought he could still metaphorically feel the sand beneath his feet after being swept underneath, but he came up for air and felt nothing below him. he had moved past what he thought was just shallow, fleeting affection. and now swam in the vast ocean of uncertainty yet excitement for what could come in his relationship.
but aeon forbid, marriage? being a husband.. he always thought it was nothing but a far away dream.
yet you're right here, giving him that look you always do, with that same smile he fell inlove with four years ago.
"anaxagoras?"
"yes, my dove?"
"you have that look again." the scholar tilts his head, humming curiously. "what look?"
"the look that tells me that you'd let me stay here forever if i just asked."
"will you?" "perhaps i will."
"then.." he brings you close, pressing the faintest kiss to your lips, murmuring against your mouth. "..stay, forever."
yearner anaxa. i mean anaxa being an absolute LOSER i need him on his knees pls this man is plaguing my thoughts IM SUFFERING FROM ANAXA SYNDROME SEND HEEEELPPPP
𓎟𓎟 sweet request from a yearning anonnie 𝄞 a love letter signed with anaxagoras' initials 𓂃𓈒
ℒ.ove mail ┈ 🍒 ꫂ love me a blasphemous genius on his knees and begging! who said that ((ﾟ□ﾟ;)). vyn ritcher is lowk anaxagoras guys (im crazy)
aeon forbid anaxagoras asks for a little less in this overwhelming life of his.
less stress, less paperwork, less idiocracy from those who bother him with senseless nagging.
..less clothes currently on his spouse .
now he's no animal, he won't be so crude to tear through such important clothing to you. but he certainly does wish you'll be a little improper. lift that shirt up a little higher, wearing shorts instead of pants today. he understands the appeal of sweatpants (no, he won't wear them for you), but come on, he's tried insinuating his.. need. he's kissed you twice in one minute, is that not enough of a sign, does he need to squeeze your waist tighter?
"anaxagoras—" thank the stars. "—do you think they'll finally get together after the third book?" he's going to rip that novel from your hands and burn it. (he won't, it's his copy)
"dove." "yes?"
in one swift movement, the ever so stern anaxagoras had shifted to fall off the couch, lifting one of your legs to rest on his shoulder. "does a man truly have to grovel at your feet to get you to look at him?"
he relishes in the gasp that escapes you as his hand slowly lifts the cuff of your sweatpants, revealing the skin he has oh so missed. methodically, intimately, he presses delicate kisses as he sighs. "i've missed you, i'm rarely home—work eats up the both of us, and you'd rather let the novel take your attention rather than me? gods, sometimes i do wish illiteracy was more prominent. maybe then i wouldn't have to beg."
your speechlessness makes him smirk, leaning his head against your calf. "what? your attention also comes in silence? it was amusing at first, but i'm serious."
he slowly moves closer until one hand rests on your thigh and his head on the other, sighing in complete content, brows slightly furrowed yet somehow is expression is in peace. "..and yet not a word—not a single ounce of you. had i done some sort of wrongdoing? what is making you so ignorant to my advances?"
his grip on your thigh tightening makes you gasp. "finally, you've found your voice."
"i.. it's all just so sudden." ohh.. the slight hitch in your voice is just so perfect.
"you don't have to do anything. just acknowledge me and i'll give you the world."
yearner anaxa. i mean anaxa being an absolute LOSER i need him on his knees pls this man is plaguing my thoughts IM SUFFERING FROM ANAXA SYNDROME SEND HEEEELPPPP
𓎟𓎟 sweet request from a yearning anonnie 𝄞 a love letter signed with anaxagoras' initials 𓂃𓈒
ℒ.ove mail ┈ 🍒 ꫂ love me a blasphemous genius on his knees and begging! who said that ((ﾟ□ﾟ;)). vyn ritcher is lowk anaxagoras guys (im crazy)
aeon forbid anaxagoras asks for a little less in this overwhelming life of his.
less stress, less paperwork, less idiocracy from those who bother him with senseless nagging.
..less clothes currently on his spouse .
now he's no animal, he won't be so crude to tear through such important clothing to you. but he certainly does wish you'll be a little improper. lift that shirt up a little higher, wearing shorts instead of pants today. he understands the appeal of sweatpants (no, he won't wear them for you), but come on, he's tried insinuating his.. need. he's kissed you twice in one minute, is that not enough of a sign, does he need to squeeze your waist tighter?
"anaxagoras—" thank the stars. "—do you think they'll finally get together after the third book?" he's going to rip that novel from your hands and burn it. (he won't, it's his copy)
"dove." "yes?"
in one swift movement, the ever so stern anaxagoras had shifted to fall off the couch, lifting one of your legs to rest on his shoulder. "does a man truly have to grovel at your feet to get you to look at him?"
he relishes in the gasp that escapes you as his hand slowly lifts the cuff of your sweatpants, revealing the skin he has oh so missed. methodically, intimately, he presses delicate kisses as he sighs. "i've missed you, i'm rarely home—work eats up the both of us, and you'd rather let the novel take your attention rather than me? gods, sometimes i do wish illiteracy was more prominent. maybe then i wouldn't have to beg."
your speechlessness makes him smirk, leaning his head against your calf. "what? your attention also comes in silence? it was amusing at first, but i'm serious."
he slowly moves closer until one hand rests on your thigh and his head on the other, sighing in complete content, brows slightly furrowed yet somehow is expression is in peace. "..and yet not a word—not a single ounce of you. had i done some sort of wrongdoing? what is making you so ignorant to my advances?"
his grip on your thigh tightening makes you gasp. "finally, you've found your voice."
"i.. it's all just so sudden." ohh.. the slight hitch in your voice is just so perfect.
"you don't have to do anything. just acknowledge me and i'll give you the world."
thinking about how soft and warm Diluc would be on a cold winters night. He is like your personal heater keeping you warm throughout the night. It’s warm and cozy in your shared bed, and it’s relaxing with just the two of you slowly drifting off to sleep. That pyro vision is really helpful during winter!
‘You’re so warm, Diluc’ you say as you snuggle closer to him. A content sigh leaving you.
‘I’ll keep you warm , wife,’ he’d say lovingly, as he wraps his arms around you.
And just at the mention of that one word wife, even more warmth spreads throughout your body. Winter nights with him will never be cold ❤️
be it a bouquet of your favorite flower, a delicate blossom tucked into your hair with reverence, a pink camelia in your favorite vase whenever you got sick— or a forget me not awaiting you on your shared bedside table whenever you needed some time to yourself, as if to say, take your time. i love you and i'm not going anywhere.
he may or may not have ended up investing in flower language solely for you. it was another way of expressing his love for you in that quiet, tender way— yet no less devoted.
but never in a million years had he imagined that he'd be standing before you after returning home—his beloved wife—one day, presenting a single flower to him after a sweet greeting, the petals adorning his favorite shade, all while looking up at him with a playful smile but affectionate gaze—the soft light of the living room adding a gentle glow to your features.
for a moment he was… stunned. unmoving— struggling to find the right words.
“for… me?” he asked at last, voice quieter than he intended for it to be.
you clutched the flower to your chest, mock-hurt. “what, don't tell me you don't like it? that's a shame..”
he exhaled in what could've almost been a chuckle, the corners of his lips unmistakably twitching.
“...but why? you didn't have to.”
you shook your head in disapproval. “don't be silly, baby. guys deserve flowers every once in a while, too, y’know.” you grinned up at him, taking his hand in your own before placing the flower on his palm, gently closing his fingers around it with your own. “it's yours now.”
he stared at you for a moment before his gaze dropped down to your hand clasped around his, the flower resting in between.
perhaps he shouldn't have been this surprised over receiving a flower. it wasn't a concept he'd ever thought of applying to himself, and yet here you were, giving him a flower like it was the most natural and obvious thing to do.
“that thought never crossed my mind, but.. thank you, love.”
he took the hand you were holding his with and lifted it to his lips, pressing a featherlight kiss to your knuckles. you laughed softly, leaning up to place a kiss on his cheek in return before ushering him inside for dinner, all while the flower stayed in his grasp. gentle and reverent.
it was light in weight, yet heavy in its meaning.
he'd placed the flower in a vase on top of his desk, serving as a constant reminder of you whenever he was working. he'd find himself spacing off while staring at it, his lips subconsciously curving into a soft smile when he recalled the ghost of your warmth lingering on his skin from the night you placed the flower in his palm. it continued—until he noticed that it was starting to wilt.
and he simply couldn't let that happen. not when you were the one who gave it to him.
so one night, when you'd already gone to bed, he found himself carefully pressing the petals to his journal— where your reminder would lie within, safely tucked away with care.
and you had no clue about it until one day, you saw a petal peeking out from his journal while he was writing down on it with those familiar, elegant strokes.
“wait… is that—”
his movements stilled.
he didn't say anything.
just cleared his throat, lowered his head just a bit more and continued writing all while the tips of his ears turned a delightful shade of red.
because what could he say?
yes, he did keep it. because anything from you was meant to be treasured.
