hello! may i have one where reader brings home those cat cakes for hsr men/could you write their reactions? thank you!
ʚ♡ɞฺ main m.list ྀིᨯ — cw. fluff, established relationship
blade thinks its stupid. why would you want another companion when you already have him? he shrugs it off before he realizes how much of your attention is occupied by said cake.
one day you just find that he and your new buddy are having a staring contest before you set dinner down on the table. just two silent beings watching to see who's more strong.
"...are you two done yet, can we eat?" - "it has earned my respect. you may keep it."
mydei is very... very wary of the animal dessert thing. tries to intimidate it but it only gets the cat cake to like him more.
"my love, you better get this thing off of me." - "'dei... he just wants to spend time with you! he's harmless!"
he squints his eyes at the thing, and in response the small thing meows happily. you can tell he gives in by day seven when he's just lightly petting it on the head with reluctance. "i thought y-" - "shut it." it's a funny scene to see mydeimos defeated by a simple cat cake that sits upon the throne called his chest.
anaxa thinks they're ridiculous. "hah! you really think this cake deserves to live with u-" when he feels the sharp glance on his back. "that is our son, you can't be mean to him!" - "...okay."
as much as you think he might hate the little guy, he actually gets all into teaching kitty cake everything about algebra and anatomy at the same time. figures out kitty cake speaks an actual language too.
"meow!" - "very well said, son. i'm very proud." when you check back in from the kitchen, serving them new desserts you just learned how to make; "seems like you two are enjoying yourselves." - "mm. our son has learned logic."
caelus has interacted with them before, but questions how you ended up finding one and taking it home. doesn't really mind it though, just let it do what it wants, feeds it, give it water... if that's what they need.
"babe? are... oh." you walk into the the room, placing your coat on the rack nearby. taking a seat beside your boyfriend, you lean your head against his shoulder. "hey." he rings an arm around your shoulders to pull you closer.
"do you wanna name her?" tossing a piece of popcorn into is mouth, he leans his head on yours too. "we could do... like, kiwi?" - "perfect."
kiwi just continue to hop around in a circle.
sunday thinks its adorable, immediately scoops it up and sits all three of you down as if to formally welcome him into the family. for a man who would usually be neutral about most matters that didn't concern your wellbeing...
"must we name the little darling?" petting the soft fluff on his head, he places a kiss on your cheek before settling down beside you on the sofa. "only if you wanna, ruan mei gave her to me as a gift." you only fell pleased seeing how well they got along <3
your favorite thing to see was how the adorable little cat dessert would be seated beside the stove while he cooked you breakfast.
ashveil is a very welcoming father, honestly has just accepted the fact that he is a father to one now, feeds the cake whatever his diet is too. you find them just relaxing on the couch together, number one dad over here...
"hey! baby, look. i got him a little suit, matches mine. you like it?" he has the little guy in his arms when he's already got him draped in a coat.
they really bond over small talk. talks to the cat cake like its an actual kid, as if it were your kid before he got with you.
someone else is entering the picture and they're not happy.. how do they react?
ft. phainon, mydei, dan heng, blade (separate)
PHAINON
as much as he tries to hide his negative emotions, jealousy is written all over his face any time someone tries to flirt with you. That's the curse of having such a gorgeous girlfriend, unfortunately. He leaves you to wander around the restaurant buffet area for like 2 minutes, and next thing he knows some handsome fellow is trying to sway you. This time, his heart physically stings when he sees you smiling. Smiling back at the strawberry blond guy with the red tattoos when he offers you a glass of something.
When you eventually make a beeline back to the table, he's already glaring daggers at the glass in your hand, still full to the brim. 'Don't worry, I didn't take a sip.'
'Still. Do you know him?'
'No...' You notice the sharpness in his tone and it makes you flinch a little. 'I'm sorry, I.. I just didn't know how to turn him down, like I couldn't just walk away while he's talking-'
'Why not?' it comes out harsher than he thought it would.
You look away and Phainon immediately regrets everything. He always knew socialising had been a bit of a struggle for you, and sometimes you simply didn't know how to draw the line out of fear of causing a scene. Besides, he should've stepped in to help you instead.
'Hey,' he lifts your chin with a finger. 'I'm sorry for sounding angry. I was just worried coz I don't want anyone trying any funny business with my girl, y'know?' His voice is sincere and low, much gentler now. You nod and touch his wrist.
'I'm still sorry though.'
'Don't be. You're alright baby.' He gives you a loving smile and takes your hand, kissing your knuckles. 'It's late anyway, how about we head back to my place?'
MYDEI
for mydei, silence is a huge indicator that something's amiss.
You’re at a cafe with him ordering matcha. When you collect your order you notice some permanent marker writing at the bottom corner of the cup. Before you can even read it, your boyfriend grabs the cup and squints at it.
'Is that... a phone number?' He frowns and turns to the counter. One of the baristas must've done this. He's not mad, though. He's more... upset? curious maybe? He thought it was obvious enough that you two were together. Who would try to sneak their contact info to a girl if they see another man's hand already on her waist?
You brush it off and tell him it's no big deal before you both continue on your way. Still, eventually you notice he's being unusually quiet and hasn't spoken much since you left the cafe.
'mydei, are you still thinking about the number?'
He looks down at his now empty cup. 'mhm.'
'Silly boy, I already threw my cup. And I wasn't planning to add it to my contacts anyway. You know I'd never do that, right?' You nudge him playfully and he can't help but crack a small smile.
'yeah, you're right. But from now on, we're not going back to that outlet.'
DAN HENG
dan heng was no stranger to your guy friends. They're inevitable, and logically speaking, it'd be ridiculous if he made you stop talking to all of them. He had a couple close female friends too, which you'd approved of. Trust was something he saw as very much vital in a relationship. And of course, you both trusted each other a huge lot.
But that doesn't mean he doesn't feel uneasy whenever he sees you having a particularly... exciting conversation with another man. He can't help but notice whenever you start laughing a little too hard when sunday or welt are talking to you. In these cases, he just reminds himself that there's truly nothing going on; the feeling will pass, and you always reassure him that they're merely platonic friends. Valid.
But there's also a line.
And that line gets crossed when you're with the group one day and sunday pats your head, for some reason your boyfriend wasn't paying attention to.
dan heng clears his throat, interrupting the chatter as the room falls silent. 'I'd appreciate if you keep your hands off her, please.' He narrows his eyes at the silver haired man, who apologetically moves a few inches away from you. The tension in the room says enough; dan heng wasn't having it.
Let's just say, from that day on, any guy who's not dan heng always ensures there's ample distance between you two whenever you hang out.
BLADE
Blade gets touchy for several reasons. Sometime's he's feeling extra affectionate, sometimes he just wants to annoy you, but sometimes it's also a sign that he's jealous.
You discovered this one night while you're texting a guy from your class- yuan jing? or jing yuan. He can't remember. Either way he's not too happy about how engrossed you are at the moment. The bedroom is silent, save for the sounds of your keyboard clicking as you discuss what time to meet tomorrow to work on your finals project.
You're so focused on the screen that you're taken by surprise when blade's warm hands snake round your waist, long hair tickling your neck as he peeks at your phone. 'this the white hair dude in your group again..?'
'yeah.'
He squeezes you and nuzzles his face in your shoulder before pulling you down backwards so you’re now lying on his chest. You let out a yelp in response and he tangles his legs with yours. 'does he know you have a sweet, loving boyfriend who cuddles you every night? hmm?' He’s trying to divert your attention, wanting you all for himself coz he’s had enough of you entertaining that white haired prick.
'yes! blade, he has a girlfriend.'
he breathes deeply into your hair, inhaling the scent of your floral shampoo before flipping you onto your side so he could spoon you.
'good.'
a/n: aaaand that’s the last of my drafts for now! :b
യ YOU PRETEND YOU DONT WANT TO SLEEP NEXT TO THEM, SFW ﾉ FLUFF
gn reader x sunday, dr ratio, moze, blade + jing yuan ( seperate ) ; fluff ﾉ sfw scenarios. petnames used ; my dear, my angel. it is all lighthearted and a prank. these are quite silly but i enjoyed writing them!
word count. 900 to 1.4k max. ₊ 𓂃 return to masterlist.
౿ SUNDAY
There’s quite a gentle, relaxing atmosphere in the quarters that you reside in now — tucked beneath the expensive, silk sheets as you rest on your side. And were you not feeling particularly menacing, you think you’d be able to knock out fairly quickly given how comfortable you are, though unfortunately for the man to your side, you’re feeling like teasing him.
You make it fairly obvious that you’re uncomfortable at first, though in your own mind it’s in a playful sort of way, you can feel the way Sunday’s giving you a curious sort of look from where he rests in his own space. He’s flicking through the pages of his notebook quietly, though hardly paying attention as he focuses on your figure instead.
“Is the bed not to your liking?” His words hum and they urge you to stop from where you’re now turning away from him, thankfully so as you find yourself smiling— almost grinning. Before you successfully settle it down enough to give him a neutral look over your shoulder.
“No, it’s not that. I just can’t sleep.” Your tone carries as an almost disinterested sort of drawl and you watch the way that alone makes Sunday’s wings stiffen.
“Ah, I see.” He closes his book before he turns around to give you a gentler, affectionate look. “Is there something troubling you then?” And you feel his fingers reach to rest upon your shoulder as he gives you a soothing sort of squeeze.
You have to resist the urge to curl your way against his chest, shuddering beneath the warmth of his palm. So you just shrug instead, shaking your head.
Your lack of response makes Sunday hum— he picks up on the tense feeling in your body despite your words, but he opts not to press out of fear of making you feel worse. So he continues instead, “Nevertheless, if you are having trouble sleeping, would you like me to read something for you?”
You meet your eyes with his question and you feel that familiar pull towards him again. Maybe it’s the tender tone in which he speaks to you, but it takes everything in your body not to really roll into him this time. You can’t believe you’ve wound up cursing yourself for such a playful prank.
Sunday goes on when you don’t answer him, in that same affectionately gentle drawl. “At one point I too found myself in the same predicament. So if I can be of any assistance to you, we could even go for a stroll if you so please.” His words make you swallow loudly, almost guiltily, and you have to break the way his gaze holds yours before you reply.
“No, I just don’t think I want to sleep next to you.” You respond quickly, an almost jumble of words that you had to press out before you backed out.
Though it makes something in your chest hurt when you see the way they change Sunday’s expression anyway. He chuckles, though not as humorous as it normally is — sounding a little more awkward than anything. “Ah, well. If you’d much prefer — I can sleep elsewhere. There is no absence of spare rooms here if you would like to make yourself more comfortable.” He says quite flatly though you can tell he seems a little hurt when you watch the feathers in his wings wilt.
But even despite all of that— his hand doesn’t leave you as it still rests on your shoulder. Instead, you feel him offer you another affectionate, warm squeeze before he’s turning to look away from you, and part of you wants to reach out to pull him back as he pushes himself to the edge of the bed.
Your body feels suddenly cold when his touch finally leaves you.
“Though, I apologise if I have upset you in any way. Should you not desire to be around me anymore, I can see to it that my schedule keeps me preoccupied until you feel better.” Sunday doesn’t look at you when he lets his legs rest over the edge of the bed, he keeps himself turned away. Yet, you can still hear how quiet his voice sounds as you push yourself up on your forearm. You’re watching him as he rests on the mattress, “If you prefer, we can discuss it more after a good night of rest.”
Then he does look at you, only for a glance, but he still has that soft look on his features despite the way you’re kicking him out your shared bedroom. “Though I doubt I will sleep much without you by my side, heh.” And despite the way his words are a low mumble, you realise that you don’t really sleep well without him either.
So you only last as long as the time it takes Sunday to rest his hands on either side of himself to push himself off the mattress before you’re reaching out to stop him. Almost pulling him back down with how quickly you grab onto his wrist. And you’re wearing a pleading look when he turns to ask what’s wrong.
“I was just kidding.. I was joking.” You say quietly, like you’re ashamed of your words — it was only a harmless prank, yet you’re left grabbing onto your lovers sleeve in the hopes he won’t leave you.
You had never expected it to back fire quite like this, but there’s a warm sort of relief that washes over when the next expression Sunday sends you is adorable. He smiles despite how upset he seemed a moment ago, and seeing that in itself makes you slump back down into your pillows as you send him a pout. Like this wasn’t all your own doing.
He sits himself back down on the bed, and this time you do roll yourself a little closer like you’ve been wanting to— until you feel his palm rest back against your shoulder again and he still squeezes. His wings return to their usual relaxed flutter as he offers you a chuckle, and you’re glad he’s atleast being a good sport about it as he taps his fingers on your skin.
“Hm, then might I assume you wouldn’t mind me coming a little closer afterall, my angel?”
౿ DR RATIO
You’re finishing your nightly routine as you reside in the bathroom, though were you to look to your right you’d be able to see where Ratio is waiting for you in bed already. He seems to be quite comfortable, his chiselled physique shirtless and tempting — which in a way makes you want to rush yourself back to him but… there’s a teasing part of you that wants to try out something before you do.
It’s more of a curious affinity than anything else. Though you can only hope it doesn’t backfire, the genius in your bed right now wasn’t particularly one for pranks. So you can only hope that he lets you sleep in bed again with him afterwards,
You try not to think about it too much, trying not to lose your already dwindling courage. But you have to settle your nerves with a swallow as you take your first step into the bedroom, and almost immediately Ratio puts down the book he was reading to give you his full attention.
Except instead of climbing into your side of the bed and up against his chest like he expects, you rest at the bottom of it as you give him a carefully neutral blink.
“I think I’m going to sleep on the couch tonight.” You say suddenly, and you half expect Ratio to laugh at you, maybe snort and call you an idiot for even suggesting as much. But instead — he offers you a gentle response, in a tone that makes it seem like he’s being careful as he watches you.
“Oh? Something troubling you?” His words ask quietly, there’s no hint of annoyance or impatience in his tone, but you hear the way the sheets rustle as he pushes himself to sit up a little straighter.
“No, nothing.” You have to answer quickly before you lose your courage again. It’s hard enough to keep eye contact when Ratio’s before you in this half-nude state, so you end up turning to gaze at something unknown in the corner of the room instead. He mirrors that look as he tries to figure out what’s going on, but when he finds nothing of interest in that direction— he turns his attention back to you.
“Then what ever is the matter?” He asks again, another low question and you have to swallow to respond to this one.
“I don’t want to sleep there tonight. I’ll sleep somewhere else.” You shrug, feigning disinterest but it’s almost immediately that it earns you a sigh. The sheets rustle again as Ratio reaches up a hand to itch at his brow, and it almost appears like he’s trying to smooth out the frown on his features before he looks at you again.
“Don’t be so ridiculous. Come here, won’t you? I’ve made your pillow as you like it.” His hand urges your attention to the pillow on your side and you take note of the way he must’ve fluffed it up. It makes it look particularly comfortable by his side, so you have to tear your gaze away with a tilt of your again before your self control snaps like a flimsy string.
You just opt to shrug instead, and that’s when Ratio really seems to be at his wits end as you watch him pull back the comforter over him from your peripheral vision. It doesn’t take him long to push himself to full height before he’s approaching you, and despite the way you know it’s a bit late for games — he doesn’t raise his voice or yell as he comes to rest opposite you.
Instead, he reaches up to guide your attention back to him, tilting your head forward with one finger and forcing your eyes to meet his as he gives you a neutral, curious look. It’s like he’s trying to examine you hard enough to peek into your mind, though only for a moment before he ultimately gives up and decides to question you instead.
Though Ratio finds himself signing again before he speaks, there’s no hint of irritation to it as he watches your face. “No matter the hour, if something is troubling you — I would much rather we discuss it sooner rather than later, so we may come to a resolution together. Would you not agree that is the most rational course?” He punctuates his sentence with a soft graze of his finger across your cheek before it rests back by his side.
And you decide to hold his gaze this time when you answer, “Nothings wrong, I just don’t want to sleep there.”
“Very well then.” Ratio mutters to you before he turns to make his way back to the bed, and part of you wilts a little at the idea of him giving up so easily, accepting that he’ll be sleeping alone tonight instead of by your side like he normally is.
But before you can find yourself feeling sorry for yourself (which would be a product of your own doing), you watch as the genius instead begins to gather up his belongings. He takes your pillow, a blanket and then his book from the bedside table, and by your next blink — he’s making his way over to you again to give you another hard to read look.
Ratio sighs when you don’t say anything, you only rest infront of him to gape— mouth opening and closing as you try to ask what he’s doing, unable to find your words suddenly. So he speaks instead, “Go on, feel free to show me the way. I do hope to actually get some rest tonight, so if you would be so kind.” And he notions towards the door with his hand as he holds your things, urging you to take a step you never even planned to take in the first place.
“W-what? What’re you doing?” You finally manage, yet it’s far too late for you to back out now. You’re already walking out of the room as he follows behind you.
Ratio scoffs, “What does it look like I’m doing? You didn’t think I was going to actually let you sleep alone, did you?” And then he offers you another sigh when his words are met with silence, as if he’s offended you would even believe he’d ever let you do as such. “How ridiculous. If you wish not to sleep in the bed, then we can sleep elsewhere. Your decision.”
It only takes a few steps before you come to rest in the doorway to the living room, the only place you could think of now that your prank has gotten a little out of hand. But you can’t handle the embarrassment of taking it back now, especially not when your lover is walking over to the couch to begin setting it up.
Ratio fluffs your pillow again before resting it down, followed by his book on the coffee table and then the comforter as he positions it comfortably on top of the cushions. And then he looks at you, beckoning you over with a mere blink before he’s guiding you in first — then following you underneath as you get comfortable. “Well, we’re here now. So I hope you don’t mind a little company.”
It’s quite silly the way it’s played out you think, but you can’t help but still find yourself comfortable as Ratio presses himself up into your side. He even makes sure to rest his arm over the back of the couch behind you, should you opt to snuggle yourself into his side — and it’s an invitation you accept quite eagerly.
He seems quite pleased with that when you press yourself up against his chest, and he lets his lips rest against the top of your head as he murmurs. “Just do tell me next time should you wish to move before I get myself comfortable. Though, I must admit — it has become increasingly more difficult to do so in your absence.” Then he lets his arm fall to rest flat against your back next as he smoothes it across your spine soothingly, like a wordless lullaby as he traces his fingertips against your skin.
“Anyway, do try to get some rest. This was your location of choice afterall, was it not?” You can feel your eyes closing at the movement of Ratio’s hand, so you can only nod at his question before thinking about how you’ll probably keep this little prank to yourself for the rest of your life.
But then he takes another careful breath before he offers you a soft kiss against your head, “I do hope you will rest better for it”
౿ MOZE
You don’t know what urges you to prank Moze like this, maybe it’s knowing his good nature or imagining the adorable, oblivious reaction he would have to your request. But you decide to do it anyway as you rest in your bedroom now — nuzzling yourself deep into the comfortable hug of your comforter as your lover readies himself to get in beside you.
His steps are silent as he approaches the bed, followed by the tilt of the mattress as he pulls back the comforter to slide in beside you. It’s an almost fluid movement, and he offers you a gentle sort of look from where you’re nuzzled into the pillows before he rests on his own.
“You look quite comfortable.” Moze mumbles beneath his breath as he reaches out to cup your cheeks, trailing his thumb along the skin there before you’re leaning into the touch. Sure you’re going to prank him, but that doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy this little moment for a bit longer before you do.
Your next blink is slower than the last and he takes another breath before he speaks again, “Are you falling asleep?” Asking softly as he inches himself a little closer, and it’s almost immediately that you feel his body heat begin to consume you.
It takes everything in your body to mutter out your words before you end up slinking into a very comfortable deep sleep. “No, I don’t think I want to sleep here.” You lie, almost terribly so but Moze doesn’t seem to question it anyway as he offers you a curious look.
“You’re not comfortable?” He doesn’t mean to frown, but he’s looking at you so intently it just seems to naturally rest on his handsome features. Part of you wants to kiss out the crease in his brow but you opt not to, choosing to turn away instead so you can keep some semblance of control on your will power.
His hand retreats from your features as you do, and you press yourself up against your pillow as if to make up for the loss. Though it’s not quite as warm, “No, not really! I just don’t want to sleep next to you.” Your words muffle slightly as you speak and Moze meets them with silence for a moment before you feel him shift again.
“I see..” It’s a quiet sort of response, one that makes you consider turning back round to face him. But then the weight of the mattress leaves again as he mutters out a “That’s fine.” and you turn to check over your shoulder to see him retreating from beneath the comforter again. You can’t even deny the way it makes something in your heart sink, to the point where you almost reach out for him.
But then Moze seems to just perch himself on the edge of the bed instead, and he doesn’t say much else except an accepting. “I’ll just sleep here then.”
That’s what really urges you to turn back around to face him again, more curiously than anything and he’s already watching you when you do. “Hm? Why there?” You ask, resting your hands beneath your head on your pillow as you watch him sit upright with his feet on the floor.
But Moze’s expressions remains neutral, not even a hint of annoyance at his predicament now. Like you haven’t just kicked him out of bed. “So I can keep watch. Don’t worry, I won’t leave you.” Even his words remain comforting and reassuring.
In a way that makes your brows furrow as you pout. “But that won’t be comfortable.”
“As a Shadow Guard I’ve dealt with far worse than this.” His response is quick, and though it was unlikely given who Moze was — part of you hoped he would beg to sleep next to you. So now you’re just left pouting up at him in the hopes he’ll come back.
You sigh, and you feel his hand reach out to smooth along your cheek again “Now sleep.” he pinches at your chin, and the warmth of his touch makes your lashes flutter. “Aren’t you comfortable now?”
“Not really.” You never knew it was possible to regret a prank as much as you do now. But part of you gets your hopes up when Moze leans over you a bit with your response, though he doesn’t climb back underneath the covers unfortunately. Instead, he makes a show of tucking them into your sides, trapping the warmth in as his fingers linger on your silhouette for a moment longer.
You already miss him when pulls away again, “How about now?” He asks again, and it’s so adorable that it almost makes you jump out of bed and on top of him. The expression he’s wearing is enough to have you throwing your self control to the wind with your next breath.
“I changed my mind, can you sleep with me?” You speak softly, like you’re trying to convince him but Moze only looks at you.
“I thought you weren’t comfortable.” He states quite fairly given what you said only a few minutes ago, but he doesn’t seem to argue much when you shrug and mumble out your next response.
“I was when you were here.” That’s when he gets moving, and it’s quite quickly that you find yourself surrounded by Moze’s warmth once more as he pushes himself back beneath the comforter. And this time, you don’t hesitate to press yourself up against his chest — a movement that he welcomes almost instantly as he wraps his arms around you to hug you close.
“It’s easier to keep you safe from up close.” You feel his lips press against your temple as he gives you a gentle kiss, and his hands smooth against your skin as he exhales against you after. You can almost feel the way he relaxes with how closely he holds you, he seems to be quite comfortable himself. “So you can sleep now that I’ve got you.”
౿ BLADE
Blade wasn’t much of a sleeper, he normally teetered on the edge of being asleep and awake, but he still liked the act of resting in bed next to you. Even just your presence alone served as a form of relaxant and having you as close as you are now — makes him actually feel somewhat comfortable as you rest with your cheek against his shoulder, his arm wrapping around your waist to keep you close.
But maybe that’s what makes you feel bad about the sort of prank you’re about to pull. It’s not meant to be bad spirited — but you’re just curious to how he would react were you to say you didn’t want to sleep by his side tonight.
You find even the idea of Blade’s reaction to be quite hard to imagine as you rest facing up at him now, your finger is twirling around a piece of his longer hair and he’s looking down to watch you quite intently as you lose yourself in thought. He can tell you’re considering something — it’s obvious as he reaches his hand up to cover your own.
And he gives it a squeeze as a wordless call for your attention before he’s resting them both on his chest, “Something the matter?” He asks earnestly— in that same ragged, low tone of voice that he always used and you don’t think you’ll ever tire of the sound.
But when Blade is met with silence for the first few moments, he continues. “You’re tense.”
The opportunity for your prank to commence has been presented infront of you, but when you feel a long stroke of his hand along the length of your arm— it makes you shudder. Your self control almost fumbles for a moment before you quickly respond, almost struggling to lift your gaze up to meet his.
“I don’t want to sleep here.” With you— is what you mean to say, it’s the whole point of the prank but there’s something about the tender tone of Blade’s voice that makes your sentence waver at the last second.
Especially when it’s purring along your hairline a moment later as he opts to pull you a little closer, curling his arm around you until you’re almost pulled into the crook of his neck. “And why is that?”
Another low drawl makes you shudder, eyes fluttering as Blade presses you up against him and even despite your response, it’s quite obvious that you’re lying with how relaxed your voice sounds. “I’m just not very comfortable.”
But still he hums like he’s acknowledging you anyway, and he leaves you in your comfortable position for a few moments longer before he’s groaning out a stiff, “I see.” And with his next breath, he’s moving you almost too easily— pushing you up onto his chest with only the strength of the arm that wraps around you.
And as much as the sudden movement makes you shriek as you try to balance yourself on top of Blade’s body, he doesn’t seem too bothered at all when he reaches out to steady you himself.
“Then is this better?” He asks casually as you rest on top of him now, though you’re still there gaping like a fish with how quickly he’s just moved you — it’s like your brain is still trying to catch up to your new found position. But he doesn’t look phased by it at all… clearly unaware about how easily he seems to have foiled your sorry excuse of a prank.
Part of you had already forgotten about it, “Maybe a little bit.” You opt to shrug, a little defeated. But you still rest your chin down on his chest to give him a look that seems like exactly the opposite when you snuggle into him again. You almost relax enough to fall asleep actually, until Blade decides to ultimately respond after a few moments of silence.
“Well then, would you prefer if I leave afterall?” His question makes you splutter,
“I didn’t ask you to leave.” You only thought about it actually— but only as a prank, though you admit that your reaction to him bringing it up makes you look as guilty as ever. Part of you almost considers the idea that maybe Blade could read minds, but before you can fall down that rabbit hole he speaks again.
“Is that so? I must’ve misunderstood then.” His drawl sounds again and by his next breath, both of his hands are on your hips, smoothing beneath the fabric of your t shirt before they’re reaching up to trace the length of your spine. Even if he’d found you out, you can barely find the energy to argue your innocence with how suddenly sleepy you feel now.
You’re really doing nothing to fight your case when you can barely fight sleep.
Though Blade would argue that you do seem more than comfortable now as he watches your eyes flutter and close with every stroke of his fingertips. Until he feels your breathing slow from where your chest is pressed against his and he sighs,
“Then I’ll stay with you afterall.”
౿ JING YUAN
Part of you doesn’t want to prank Jing Yuan, mostly for your own sake — the man had a peculiar way of turning everything back on you and somehow making you feel like you were the one being pranked everytime you tried. But you’re not going to let that stop you from trying anyway, even if only for a slight opportunity at getting back at him.
Afterall, he teases you so much already… it’s only fair that you retaliate.
So you bide your time and you wait, until you watch Jing Yuan groan as he drops down onto the mattress by your side and it’s almost immediately that he presses himself up against you— until you’re chest to chest. He always slept much like this, with you right up against him and as much as your body finds it hard to not just melt into him and relax — you try to keep yourself tense and awake.
So you press both of your hands up against his chest and you push until you’re far away enough to look up at him. But he’s still holding you tight despite that.
“I’m gonna sleep somewhere else tonight, I think.” You watch Jing Yuan’s expression as you tell him but there’s no frown on his features, no look of confusion or curiosity. Instead, he just tilts his head down at you and appears just as handsomely lax as always when he speaks.
“Oh? Is that right, my dear?” His tone is honey-like and you hate the way it makes your fingers almost twitch where they rest against his chest — almost sinking into the plush muscle. He holds your gaze there, “Something troubling you?”
And you have to reply quickly, before your self control wavers— so you try to turn your head away from him to ensure he doesn’t make sure of that. “No, I just don’t feel like sleeping here with you anymore.”
Your lips pout as you sound out your words, and you do your best to put some space between you and the General in bed as you do — but he seems to have no trouble wrapping his arms around you to pull you right back. It’s almost too easy as he deliberately tilts his head down to meet your line of sight, humming like he’s considering your words— you know he’s not.
But then you feel Jing Yuan’s hands rest over your hips, smoothing along the surface and you feel your body almost curl into him as he works at you. It’s like he’s smoothing any discomfort right out of you as he sends you a lazy smile.
“Well, I can’t be expected to sleep without you by my side now, can I?” It’s a teasing purr of his voice and he deliberately closes the space you’d made between you both as he pulls you back in. Until you’re close enough now that you can hear every syllable almost vibrate through your skin. “What a cruel fate that would be.”
The strength that you were using to push him back previously seems to falter, and you hate the way you can hear Jing Yuan chuckle at that. The smooth sound almost motivates you to kick him right off of the bed, if you had the strength to you actually might.
But instead you just give him a particularly cross look, and opt to continue with what you believe seems like a losing battle already.
“You heard me.” You mutter beneath your breath, just as Jing Yuan smears a little kiss along your cheek and you grumble to yourself as you try to push him away again. Except he doesn’t budge this time as his hand smooths up to hold your waist next, and he pushes himself up to lean over you a bit.
His new position urges you to roll over onto your back and you’re aware at how disadvantageous this position is for you. Especially when you’ve got him looking down at you like you’re his dinner. But his grip on your waist is quite tight that you don’t think you’d be able to break away if you even tried, which leaves you completely at Jing Yuan’s mercy when he leans down to pepper you in kisses.
“Would you like me to do something to make you more comfortable, my dear?” He asks slowly, dragging out every letter between long presses of his lips— from your cheeks to your temple, to your chin. And as much as you hate the way your prank has turned out, you can’t say you don’t love it either.
The General seems to pick up on that too when his fingertips tease beneath your shirt to squeeze at your bare skin, “No ask is ever too great when it is for you.” And the touch alongside Jing Yuan’s low tone makes you shudder.
“You are insufferable, do you know that?” You huff, because he truly was — part of you wants to ask if he knew it was a prank and was playing with you all this time. But the other part doesn’t want to accept the possibility that maybe you just bend to his will this easily, so you just allow yourself to be bathed in his kisses and the pets of his palm.
A truly unspeakable punishment.
But you hear Jing Yuan really laugh at your little outburst, in that cruelly-smooth type tone before he’s giving you a quick kiss against your lips next. “And your pranks are far too obvious, my dear.” Before he hugs you close this time and you just let yourself melt into his chest, albeit offering him a stubborn little huff knowing you’ve been found out.
Again.
Though he must admit, he finds your acts of defiance to be quite amusing. “You’ll have to try a lot harder than that next time, you know I rest much more soundly having you beside me. It’s not a luxury I would give up so easily.”
If you want spicy head canons of these characters I did one before here
Forgot to mention last time but these are all gender neutral reader so everyone can enjoy :))
Characters included: Phainon, Jing Yuan, Ashveil, Blade, Mydei, Dan Heng
Phainon
Best hugs in the world. He squeezes you close, picking you up and spinning you a bit.
Picks you up a ton, anytime he can, even if it doesn’t make sense, he’ll just carry you wherever. Doesn’t matter your weight he’s got you and can carry you easily
Whenever he drags you to spar with him he never goes easy on you, even if he beats your ass every time he’ll always have a hand out for you and tell you that you’re getting better.
He is pretty sappy with his affection, he may or may not be one of those couples who is so sweet that it kind of hurts to look at sometimes.
Calls you sweetheart, sunshine, dawn light, my light. All those cute pet names. He loves them all.
Absolutely head over heels for you. He will follow you around like a lost puppy at times. Dont even need to attach a leash to that choker of his for him to do that.
You’re the only one he’s truly vulnerable with, he doesn’t need to be the deliverer with you. He can just be Phainon and he loves that.
Jing yuan
Will send you small texts during the day. Asking about what you’ve eaten, what you’re doing. Simple things. He just thinks about you a lot when he’s trapped at his desk with the endless paperwork.
Sleeps cuddling you all the time. His body pressed against yours. Body curled protectively around you like a large lazy lion.
He has to be away at times, the duty of the general calls, he always makes sure to call you before bed each night. If he misses it he’s gutted, it ruins his mood the next day. A fraction more strict to the cloud knights.
Old man, so he’s very old school with his pet names, (my) dear, (my) love, (my) petal, anything like that.
Lets his lips linger on your knuckles, brushing his lips against the skin there. Probably his (non sexual) favourite place to kiss other than your lips.
Whenever he comes home injured he tries to act like he isn’t injured but you can always tell there’s something wrong. He knows you already worry about him enough when he’s gone for long periods of time but when he comes home injured he knows you’re worrying your pretty little head over him.
He lets you fuss over him, claiming that he’s fine and you don’t need to do so but he knows you will.
Ashveil
He may not have money, but god does he go out on your dates. He’s become a master of finding cheap and or free things to do with you that aren’t boring and still looks like he’s trying, because he really is trying.
Sometimes drops by your place of work, saying he’s here for a case. But he really just wants to see you and couldn’t wait until you get off. That mostly happens on the days he doesn’t have any clients.
He will originally protest you spending money on him for expensive dates and such but (especially if you make much more than him (which isn’t hard to achieve)) he’ll slowly grow accustomed to it, never just expecting you to pay for him and always thank you so much whenever you do.
Calls you things like cutie, sweetie, lovely, (my) angel. Anything that feels sickeningly sweet.
Gets cuteness aggression over you.
If you have a dog he will spent so much time spoiling the dog. To the point that your dog always loves whenever he comes over cause it knows it’s gonna get so spoiled.
Blade
He likes to have physical contact with you. Just to show that he’s there even if he’s quietly standing in the background.
Doesn’t say ‘I love you’ often but you know he does. He remembers your favourite foods, makes them when you’re sad, you offhandedly mentioned that you were almost out of your perfume you used and the next day you found a new bottle next to your old one. It’s the little things he remembers and does for you show that he loves you without needing to say it.
Dotes on you when you’re sick, he scolds you for getting sick if it was something that could have been prevented but he won’t leave your side. And you can be all over him since there’s no worry of him getting sick as well.
I don’t think Blade would use pet names. He calls you by your name only. But if you use pet names on him you see the faint flush forming on his cheeks. He grumbles something telling you ‘it’s stupid’ and ‘childish’ to call him those names but he never once stops you.
Lets you crawl ontop of him, cuddle up to you whenever you want. He’ll just tuck your head under his chin and press soft lingering kisses to the crown of your head. Mumbling something you can never quite pick up but you can feel the rumble in his chest. But a part of you knows what he’s saying.
Mydei
Cooks for you all of the time, it’s become a little ritual between you two for you to help when he cooks. Even if your helping is just sitting there and looking pretty that doesn’t matter. He likes having you around.
He’s never shy about pda, it’s nothing crazy like making out and groping each other in front of people. But he’ll kiss you without worry, have an arm wrapped around your waist.
Calls you pet names only in private though, sweet thing, pretty (boy,girl,thing). It’s few and far in between he prefers calling you by your name to anything.
He loves when you play with his hair, fixing the braid anytime it’s come undone. But he will always return the favour.
Anytime after battle he loves when you slowly massage his muscles, fingers working through the knots and stiffness. You always make sure he’s okay and not feeling any lingering pain, pressing kisses across his body to any of the spots that hurt the most.
Dan Heng
Enjoys just being in each other’s presence. You two could each silently be doing your own things. But being in the same room, near each other, it’s just a nice way to wind down.
You’re his number one, If you’re ever in trouble he will drop everything to get to you.
If you want to cuddle and he’s busy adding entries to the archives he’ll let you sit on his lap and curl around him as he works. He usually gets distracted when you do this but doesn’t mind because you’re always so cute on his lap.
Won’t often call you pet names, but if he does he stays relatively simple. Things like baby and love are usually what he goes with.
He likes to kiss your forehead and your temple. Nuzzling his nose into your hair. He just likes to be close to you.
Whenever the express goes to a new planet and you don’t get off he makes sure to get something for you, something usually practical, but it’s always something you appreciate and it fits you perfectly. When you both get off he tries to make a date at some cute cafe or something, whatever he can find, always tries to make a memorable moment with you on each planet.
HIIIII CAN YOU DO A MOTORCYCLIST CHARACTER (PREFERABLY PHAINON, MYDEI, ANAXA……… DANHENG AND BLADE) AND A SOAKING WET IN THE RAIN READER WHO HATES LOUD MOTORCYCLES.
ʚɞ You were sunshine and I was midnight ʚɞ
Pairings: Phainon x Reader, Mydei x Reader, Anaxa x Reader, Dan Heng x Reader, Blade x Reader
Summary: You've been soaking in the rain for the past hour without a sight of a bus and without an umbrella. To your unfortunate soul, your ears greet a piercing sound— which being his motorcycle. With every request he makes, you stubbornly stand your spot, you are not getting on that engine monster!
Tags: Fluff, modern AU, non-canon settings, motorcyclist characters, Reader HATES motorcycles, they have crushes on you
A/N: TYSM FOR THE REQ! Im finally written again 🥹 tho i can't help but notice how different my writing is from before, i wanna write like that again 😞 anyways, hope you enjoy!
⚘ Phainon:
For the past hour, you've been shivering under the rain, soaked to the bone. The raindrops are relentless, will it kill them to stop for a few minutes?! You curse under your breath, knowing your own thoughts are becoming more nonsensical with each second.
But then, you hear an obnoxiously loud noise. A flash of light passes you and unfortunately to your blinded eyes, it stops before you.
Phainon pulls up on that obnoxiously loud bike of his— the kind that rattles windows and definitely your soul— only to see you standing on the sidewalk looking like a drenched, furious cat. He takes off his helmet, locks of silver hair sticking to his cheek.
“Why are you outside in the rain?” he asks, genuinely concerned.
“I missed the bus,” you grumble. “And your—” you point accusingly at his motorcycle, “—war crime of a machine scared it away.”
Phainon blinks. “It scared the bus…?”
“It’s too loud!” you huff, stepping away from the vehicle as if it'll eat you alive.
He laughs softly — not mocking, but warm. He pats the seat behind him. “Come on. I’ll take you home. I’ll keep the speed low.”
“I’m not getting on that demon beast.” You hiss, refusing to get closer to that growling thing.
He stands, shrugs off his jacket, and drapes it around you like it’s nothing. “You’re freezing,” he murmurs. “I don’t care if you hate the bike. Just hold onto me.”
And gods — the heat of him after being soaked feels sinful. Diabetes may kill you the way he's so sweet. “Fine,” you mutter, climbing on. Then cling to him the second the engine growls.
He smirks, voice low, “If holding me that tight is the result, perhaps motorcycles aren’t so bad?”
The only response he gets from you is the bone-crushing squeeze on his stomach that makes him choke...and fall for you even more.
⚘ Mydei:
Mydei’s motorcycle is the single loudest in the city, or you think. It sounds like thunder made a deal with an engine.
You’re stomping through the rain, soaked, cursing the sky, life, rain, and motorcycles in general — when Mydei rolls up and nearly makes you jump out of your skin.
He kills the engine immediately when he sees your expression. “...You look like a drowned mouse,” he says, blinking slowly.
“You look like a noise violation,” you bite back.
Mydei just stares at you… then sighs and holds out his hand. “Get on.”
“No.” You refuse stubbornly.
“Get. On.” He repeats his words firmly.
“I HATE motorcycles!” You practically hiss out those words, like a cat refusing a bath.
“And I hate watching you shiver.” He takes your wrist gently, pulls you closer, and rests his jacket over your shoulders without asking.
His voice softens, almost shy under the rain’s roar. “I’ll ride slow. Promise. Just let me get you out of the cold.”
You hesitate — then a thunderclap makes you flinch and suddenly you’re on the bike, arms wrapped around his hard, warm torso.
Mydei coughs, ears red. “…Hold tighter.” And when you do? He swears he reached the stars, because in his eyes, you're even brighter than the stars.
⚘ Anaxa:
The moment you're faced with the green-haired man and his engine child, you attempt to walk away in the rain. Not only he's smug and insufferable, he also thinks your dislike for loud vehicles are foolish! You can almost imagine him proving to you how his bike isn't that loud.
It is absolutely that loud.
His motorcycle sounds like it’s powered by divine lightning and hubris. Anaxa pulls up beside you as you’re miserably squishing down the sidewalk.
“Need a ride?” he asks bluntly, helmet under his arm.
“No,” you say instantly. “I value my hearing.”
He raises a brow. “You hate motorcycles?”
“Boo, Mr. Obvious here. Don't pretend like you didn't know it!” You hiss at him, it is clear that your mood is grumpier than usual. "And I hate your motorcycle!"
He actually looks… offended. Slightly. One of its reason being that he himself crafted it with his pure genius. “It is finely crafted.”
“It’s a war drum on wheels.” You counter.
Rain drips down his hair as he sighs and steps off the bike. Then—without another word—he takes off his jacket and swings it around your shoulders, clasping it carefully at your neck.
“You are trembling,” he says softly. “I cannot leave you like this.”
“...I still hate motorcycles.” You mumble, relieved and calmed down at the warmth after an hour of relentless raindrops hitting you.
“You may hate it,” he says, bowing his head so he can meet your eyes, “but do not deny my help.”
His voice is soft. Too soft. You cave instantly, much to your own dismay.
You climb on, muttering, “…If this thing explodes, I’m haunting you.”
He chuckles. “I welcome the company.”
In silence, Anaxagoras praises himself, for that his wit and smarts have allowed him to reach you. His reason to love.
⚘ Dan Heng:
Dan Heng’s motorcycle isn’t actually loud. But tonight? The rain and echoing street make everything seem amplified. You’re shivering under a bus shelter, soaked and miserable, when he passes by you, stopping right in front of you.
He lifts his visor. “You’re drenched.” There is nothing but concern present in his voice, seeing his co-worker be drenched and destined for illness the following day, he can't help but be concerned.
“No,” you deadpan. “I’m dry.”
Dan Heng gets off the bike, takes off his outer jacket, and gently drapes it around you. He locks the chain with your arms not even inside the sleeves.
“…Why didn’t you call me?” he asks, almost hurt.
“I didn’t want a motorcycle rescue...” You mumble as you struggle with the jacket, putting your arms inside the sleeves.
“I see.” he mumbles back.
He pauses. Then, in a impossibly soft tone, he suggests: “I’ll walk the bike. You can sit, and it won’t make any sound.”
You blink in surprise. He’s… serious.
And he does exactly that — quietly walking beside his motorcycle while you sit on it dry and warm in his jacket.
“Dan Heng,” you murmur, touched, “…you didn’t have to—”
“I didn’t want you to be cold,” he says softly. “And I know you dislike the noise.”
You could swear your heart has melted at that, dripping for Dan Heng’s hands to grasp them. You can't tell what he's thinking but for a flashing moment, you think you've seen him blush. Hm, must be your imagination...
⚘ Blade:
Blade’s bike is terrifyingly loud — like a blade being forged by a hammer.
When he stops beside you and sees you soaked, his expression doesn’t change… but the engine cuts instantly. “You’re freezing.” he comments bluntly. "Get on."
“No thanks,” you say. “Your motorcycle sounds like a crime.”
Blade steps off, walks over, and stops right in front of you — rain hitting his cheeks, hair soaked, coat dripping.
“I’m not asking,” he says in that low, dangerous voice.
You glare. He glares harder. The rain gets heavier. The atmosphere is tense.
He sighs— actually sighs— and mutters, “I’ll drive slow.”
“…I hate loud bikes.” You add for his confirmation.
“I know.” He shrugs off his coat and settles it around you — gentle in a way he hopes you don’t notice.
“Get on,” he repeats quietly. “Before you get sick.”
You do get on, unable to resist the sweet ambrosia before you. You wrap your arms around him in security and unnoticeably, he shudders. He freezes for a second… then rests his hand over yours, just once, grounding and steady.
“Don’t look,” he mutters, embarrassed. “You'll lose focus on your grip.” He states as if he's not burning crimson, and his want for your touch pouring out of him.
on a sunny day, blade gives you a gift. fluff, wc 0.8k.
You shield your eyes from the sun as you manage to catch Blade approaching, just now noticing him across the blistering rays.
He leans over you slightly, with a slight raise of an unimpressed brow. "There you are," he murmurs, exasperated, as if he's been chasing down a wild goose.
"What's your deal? I was trying to get some shade. This planet is miserable," you drawl out with a sigh. Perfectly dramatic. You suppose it's only fair to match his energy.
You sit up to get a better look at him, eyeing his disguised attire. You swear he always overdoes it on the layers. Better safe than sorry, sure, but does he really need to wear a coat on top of a cloak? At least he has sunglasses to match the weather. Though he's propped them up on his head to talk to you.
You smile.
"Why're you out and about anyway? I thought you wanted to stay behind. You're not required for this mission, y'know." You kick your feet, the soft thud they make against the boulder you're on, playing on loop at the back of your mind. His eyes flit down at the motion, and you swear you catch a hint of fondness in them, a mote of dust suspended in the sun's rays.
"This is for you," he says, tone plain, moving something out from behind his back. An umbrella extends from his hand. You take it with curiosity and a grin.
"So the sun won't feel as harsh," he adds, as if you didn't know. Lucky for him, you find this habit of his very endearing— explaining the gifts he gives to you, as if it makes it less thoughtful, as if you need an explanation.
You open the umbrella, the polished wood smooth and cool in your hands. Camellias adorn it, painted with care as they circle its expanse. Adoration blooms in your chest at the sight of them.
You give him an amused look, and he glances away, guilty. Perhaps others would say it's uninterested, but you know better, know him like the back of your hand, know his scarred hands better than any other.
"Bladie." you purr, if only to snap him out of his stupor. He rolls his eyes at the name you and the others so love to torment him with. You giggle to yourself slightly at how it gets his attention.
"Thank you. This was a lovely, thoughtful gift. You're so considerate, as always," you beam, and you know you're starting to fluster him.
"It's nothing," he mumbles, although you can tell deep down he lives off the praise. You move out of the shade, and what a relief it is to bask in the sun with your gift. He eyes you up and down. "Is it working out alright?"
"Hmm," you drawl, tapping your chin as if you were deep in thought. "I think we should test it out together. Make sure it holds up well."
He groans, but he holds his hand out for you to take. Besides, you are no fool. You bet he was planning this all along. You link your arm with his instead, and he wraps his arm around yours, the quiet acceptance something you'll never stop appreciating from him.
Falling into step, you squeeze against his side, waving at him with the excuse that you both simply must be able to fit under it. You take in the bustling sights of the city, a lovely pair. You can tell Blade still has his guard up in case anything goes awry, but you also know you're finally, finally getting him to relax a little.
"Blade," you hum, and he turns to you, gaze soft. It almost makes you feel bad for what you're about to say next. Almost.
"You stink. You should take some of those layers off."
He blinks. "I- what?"
"Seriously, it's like...so..." You laugh, as he gives you an unamused look. "Okay, sheesh, I was kidding! You smell fine. Maybe."
"Why do I listen to you?" he sighs, and you laugh.
"Because you loveeee me, and I love you." You poke him over and over to emphasize this, until he grabs your hand.
Bringing it up to his mouth, he presses a chaste kiss to the back of it.
Now it's your turn to fluster and sputter. You probably would've fallen back if he weren't holding onto your arm so tightly. You can't believe he pulled a move like this...out of nowhere, in public? Did someone kill Blade and replace him with an imitation of a clone? You actually think you hear him breathe a chuckle at your reaction.
"Nevermind. I hateeee you," you groan, bumping your hip against him slightly.
Under the shade of a gentle umbrella, camellias dancing with grace, Blade smiles. You think it to be lovelier than the sun.
pairing: (Original or Mortenax) Blade (HSR) x Gn!Reader
warnings: none, pure fluff !
a/n: i wrote this in honor of mortenax bladie’s release tonight, can’t wait !! :3 360 pulls ready for my mannn
summary: giving Blade a massage after he comes back from a mission !! fluff / cuddling / comfort
wc ~900
The moment Blade stepped back into the Stellaron Hunter’s main hall, you could tell something was off. He moved like it physically hurt him, like he was made of fragile glass, waiting to shatter.
Sometimes he got like this after long days. He stretches every day to soothe the stiffness, but moving around can reverse that progress. Plus, his bouts of Mara and strenuous combat-filled missions certainly do not help with his body’s tension.
You turn to him, placing a hand on his bicep. “Bladie, I can give you a massage.”
He blinks. Pauses, considering your offer. Then nods. “Very well.”
You lead him back to your bedroom, guiding him to sit on the side of your bed. You notice the dryness of his knuckles and make your way to the bathroom to get him lotion (not without patting his head first, of course). Blade’s shoulders slump at your touch. He’s only able to truly relax whenever you’re near him.
You return and gently rub the lotion into his dry skin, ensuring he’s well taken care of. The corners of Blade’s lips tilt up at the motion.
“Okay, Bladie,” you begin as he takes his shoes off, “you probably want to take your coat off for this.”
The dark-haired man nods and unbuttons his top, shrugging it off his shoulders and revealing the bandages underneath. He’s so pretty, especially with all those scars. You can’t help but press a kiss to one of them on his shoulder, offering a small smile afterwards. You’d be lying if you said the sight of his bare skin didn’t make your heart skip a beat.
Blade scoots over and lays on his stomach on your bed, gently burying his face in the soft pillows. Again, you pet his head before sitting beside him on the bed. You can’t help but admire him for a moment. His back, full of scars, shifts slightly as he adjusts his biceps. His skin is all pale, save for the darker shade where the scars lay. His long, soft navy hair sprawls across his back, falling like -
Blade clears his throat to get your attention. “Are you going to start…?”
You snap out of your dazed staring, feeling your face and ears heat up. Collecting yourself, you place your hands on his back, your thumbs finding his shoulders. Once you rub that spot, you can tell just how worn and tense out Blade is.
“Feels…good.” He mumbles, shutting his eyes. His voice is a bit hoarse from your touch. You smile at his words - he deserves the comfort and warmth he’s getting out of this.
“I’m glad, Bladie,” you reply, thumbs making circles on the back of his neck. Blade barely resists the urge to curl into your arms. Digging your thumbs into his shoulder’s muscles makes him groan, much to your amusement. He’s adorable when he finally gets a chance to relax.
“Cute…” you mumble, watching Blade’s ears tinge a light pink. He doesn’t make any effort to stop you as you move his hair aside to rub his neck. He’s definitely the most tense there, most likely due to how he stares ahead, unmoving for hours during missions. Poor thing…
After a bit of silence, you hear him grumble, “thank you”. He’s content with this, and that simple fact makes you smile. He doesn’t get to be relaxed or happy that often, so little breaks between missions like this please him immensely.
“Of course, Bladie. I’m happy to help,” you reply, pressing your thumbs into the back of his neck. You hear a pop and he sighs with relief beneath you. Sheesh, his joints really needed this…
When you move your hands to his lower back, Blade stretches out a bit more and lets out a hum.
“…right there,” he offers. The corners of your lips tilt up, obeying his request. He doesn’t even mind that your hands are actively running over his numerous scars - he’s comfortable enough to let you get this close, but only you.
To be honest, the process is nearly as relaxing for you as it is for him. Getting to run your hands over his warm skin and make him feel better simply makes you content. Caring for him just makes you happy, to put it frankly. And it certainly improves Blade’s mood. Not to mention the little noises he makes…
Once you’re done and Blade has turned over onto his back, you join him in bed, resting your head against his bare chest. His long navy hair splays out beneath you, and you’re careful not to yank on it. Blade buries his nose in your hair with a small sigh, his arm looped around your waist.
“Thank you,” he breaks the silence, reaching for your hand to hold, “I feel…much better now.”
You give him a small smile. “Of course, Bladie. I’m happy to help.”
You feel Blade press a soft kiss to your forehead. “I love you,” he whispers. It isn’t rare for him to say those words, per se, but it takes him more effort than saying anything else would. He isn’t used to being vulnerable, so telling you how he feels is a bit more difficult for him.
“I love you too, Bladie,” you smile and scoot closer to him, “sleep well.”
And he does, without the aching in his back from a mission, thanks to you.
do not repost / plagiarize / feed into ai !! thank you :)
Silly request but can I request Lighter from ZZZ (and or maybe also Blade) x reader where the reader is rlly into the new tomodachi life game and recreated both themself and him in the game and makes them fall in love and get married, and shows the screenshots of their little Miis getting married to him.
Like the reader is all giddy about it and shows him the game like "Look it's us in the game! I made our Miis get married :D"
what do you think his reaction would be?
Sorry for the wait, hope you like it tho!
(人*´∀｀)｡*ﾟ+
Lighter
The neon hum of New Eridu’s Sixth Street was usually the only thing on Lighter’s mind after a long shift at the shop, but lately, you’d been suspiciously glued to your device. You were giggling at the screen, your face illuminated by the soft glow of a handheld console, ignoring your coffee until it went cold.
Lighter leaned over the back of the sofa, his chin resting near your shoulder. "Alright, I’ll bite. What’s got the 'Champion' of my heart so distracted? You’re barely even blinking."
"Look!" You beamed, tilting the screen toward him.
He blinked, squinting at the vibrant, cartoonish world of Tomodachi Life. On the screen stood two Miis. One was a perfect, tiny caricature of you—right down to your favorite hoodie. The other was… him. Or, a very round, very determined-looking version of him, complete with a tiny red jacket and his signature hair.
"Is that me?" Lighter chuckled, a smirk tugging at his lips. "He looks like he’s ready to throw hands with a giant nose."
"He’s very passionate," you defended, tapping the screen. "And look at this."
You scrolled through your gallery, stopping on a series of screenshots. The tiny Lighter Mii was down on one knee in a park, holding out a ring. The tiny 'You' Mii had giant pink hearts floating around her head.
"I spent three days making sure your personality traits matched," you explained, your voice filled with genuine excitement. "He’s a 'Confident Brainiac,' and I’m an 'Easygoing Dreamer.' The game said our compatibility was 95%."
Lighter watched as you swiped to the final photo: the two Miis standing at a digital altar, wearing a tiny tuxedo and a white dress, surrounded by a crowd of other weird little avatars cheering.
"We got married this morning," you whispered, looking up at him with a sheepish grin. "I even moved us into the Mii Apartments together. We have a dog."
Lighter went quiet for a second, his gaze softening as he looked from the digital wedding to your real, glowing face. He reached out, his gloved hand gently ruffling your hair before sliding down to cup your cheek.
"A dog, huh?" he murmured, his voice dropping into that low, warm tone that always made your heart skip. "And here I thought I was the one supposed to be making the big moves."
He took the console from your hands, setting it on the coffee table, and pulled you into a proper hug. He rested his forehead against yours, the scent of motor oil and expensive cologne surrounding you.
"It’s cute, sweetheart. Really," he said, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "But don't get too lost in the simulation. I’m pretty sure the real-life version of that guy is way better at the 'happily ever after' part."
He kissed your nose, a playful glint in his eyes. "Now, show me our Mii apartment. If my Mii doesn't have a gym, we’re going to have a problem."
Blade
The room was silent, save for the rhythmic tap-tap-tap of your stylus against the screen. Across from you, Blade sat cleaning his sword, the whetstone making a harsh, grounding sound that contrasted with the bubbly, high-pitched music emanating from your handheld console.
“Blade, look,” you whispered, scooting closer until your shoulder brushed his.
He didn't look up immediately, his focus remained on the cold steel. “You have been staring at that plastic toy for three hours. Has the Stellaron finally affected your brain?”
“It’s Tomodachi Life,” you corrected, undeterred. “And I made us. See?”
You angled the screen toward him. Two small, bobble-headed figures stood on a digital altar. One was a perfect, tiny caricature of you; the other was a surprisingly grumpy-looking Mii with Blade’s signature charcoal hair and crimson eyes. They were surrounded by floating pink hearts as a text box announced: “Blade and [Name] are getting married!”
Blade paused. He leaned in, his eyes narrowing as he watched the pixelated version of himself—clad in a stiff little tuxedo—perform a stiff, joyful hop.
“Why is he smiling?” Blade asked, his voice low. “I do not smile like that.”
“Because he’s happy! I spent all morning giving him your favorite snacks and making sure you two hung out at the cafe,” you chirped, flipping through the screenshots you’d saved. There was one of the Miis sharing a giant bowl of ramen, and another of them sitting on a park bench under a shower of cherry blossoms. “Look at this one. He gave me a flower and asked to propose. I clicked ‘of course’ so fast.”
Blade stared at the screen for a long moment. To anyone else, he looked indifferent, but you saw the way his grip on his sword loosened. He looked at the tiny, digital version of you—safe, glowing, and married to a man who, in that world, had no mara and no endless cycle of pain.
He reached out, his thumb callous as it brushed the edge of the screen, right over the tiny Mii bride.
“A world where things are that simple,” he murmured. He looked from the screen to your face, his expression softening into something dangerously close to a real-life version of that digital smile. “Is that what you want? A ceremony?”
“I just thought it was cute,” you said, feeling a flush creep up your neck.
Blade let out a short, huffing breath—a laugh, in his own quiet way. He set his sword aside and pulled you into his side, tucking your head under his chin.
“Keep your toy,” he said, his voice rumbling against your ear. “If it makes you happy to see me in a tuxedo, I suppose I can endure the indignity of being a 'Mii.' But in this world... you are already mine. No screen required.”
He didn't let go for the rest of the night, even as you stayed up to see if your Miis would have a baby next.
