[c/w: well as written above it's yandere au...ikyk what happens in these kind of situations...this could also be bad so apologies...]
"Cyno..."
He immediately looks up from his TCG cards at the sound of your shaky voice. There was no need for words, the look on your face was enough to have him pull you into an embrace. How couldn't he when you were on the brink of tears?
"I'm here... No need to tell me anything if you don't want to..."
Cyno moves the both of you to sit down, well more of you leaning against his chest. No longer able to hold in the tears. He let you sob against him, holding you tight and even rocking you slightly as your cries slowly calmed down once you've let it all out.
His hand rubs soothingly up and down your back, patiently waiting until you were ready to speak, or move for that matter.
"I'm sorry..."
"There's no need to apologise. I've told you, you can come to me when you need me. And I intend to keep that promise..."
"Thank you..."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
He watches you carefully as you contemplated whether to say anything or not. His hand continues its soothing motion as if to reassure you further.
"You don't have to if you don't want to you know... I won't force you, I just want you to know you can always tell me anything..."
It didn't take long for you to finally tell him. About your very bad day...how the new staff at Puspa Cafe for some reason always had some beef with you whenever you go there, or the fact the merchant you had an agreement with to buy some materials ended up selling them for a higher price to someone else and now you'd have to wait until the next batch comes in, there was also those two Akademiya students you overheard talking badly about you and Cyno behind your backs...
Basically your day had been terrible and you can't help but feel frustrated and upset at everything that has been going wrong today. Upon seeing him at home, you couldn't help but just want some comfort and being with him always made things better.
He listens to every word carefully taking in and noting every information he could get.
"You mean the staff that started working there two weeks ago? And the merchant you've been working with for the past month?"
"Yeah... Apparently that staff is the owner's niece. But for some reason she treats everyone just fine, but she always gives me something I've never ordered and get snarky with me for no reason...a-and that merchant! How could he! We had an agreement, yet he just sold it all off to someone else like it's nothing! Without even discussing with me prior! He even told me to leave a deposit this time so he'll try to get the next batch to me as soon as possible!"
You continue to vent about a few other things that had happened, glad that you had someone to listen to you and not make you feel any more terrible than you already are. Unaware of how the light in Cyno's eyes had disappeared the more you reveal to him.
By the time you had finished, and Cyno had cheered you up with food, affection, and of course some of his jokes. You were out like a light next to him in bed. All the crying and what you've been through taking a toll on you. It's only a little later, when he's sure you're deep in sleep that he slips out the house quietly...
.
.
.
Throughout the week, your troubles seemed to disappear just like that. You hadn't gone out for two days, not wanting to deal with anyone just yet. But by the time you went out again, the merchant you've told Cyno about was no longer there. His stall now completely occupied by someone else, and when asked around, apparently the merchant had been involved with some illegal business and his entire stall had been uprooted the next day. Even his house was left empty.
Not only that, you no longer dreaded going to your favourite cafe. Though you do feel a little bad about what happened to the new staff despite her being terrible towards you, but according to others an accident happened that had ended up with her losing a few fingers... No one knows the full story, but just listening to it gives you goosebumps. All you know is that she was sent back home to recover, and won't be able to work there anymore.
You've also gotten the materials you needed before, courtesy of Cyno himself. He told you he had found someone with the things you needed and immediately got them for you. And to 'celebrate' as Cyno claims, he wanted to treat to a nice meal.
Just as you and Cyno were about to head to Lambad's Tavern, you heard two passing Corps Thirty mercenaries talking about two Akademiya students that had recently gone missing...
Was it just you or has there been a lot going on these past week alone?
when you take off your wedding ring during an argument [genshin men pt.2]
⋗ ft. cyno, flins, illuga, lohen, neuvillette, tighnari, wriothesley
⋗ ~0.6k | fluffy angst | gn!reader
Cyno
He’s so lucky he only came when he did, only when your anger simmered down slightly without him getting caught in the worst of it. Or so you thought until he managed to fan the flames again. If you were more sane, you might’ve considered he probably had no idea and it was purely coincidental that his particular choices pushed all your buttons.
You watch with half sick satisfaction, half heartbreaking sadness, as his face twists in surprise and hurt when you start pulling the ring off your finger.
“Hey,” his voice wavers, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s going on.”
It ticks you off more, though you didn’t think it was possible.
“Cyno, I can’t-”
“Not in front of the children,” he says, straight faced. His arms are outstretched as if he really meant to cover the eyes of the flowers blooming in the pots by the wall. Various rare desert flowers that he brought you as seeds, that you’ve grown and raised to their beautiful blooming selves despite the odds. You both did occasionally refer to them as your children, simply because caring for them was a labour of love.
Now, his words are so absurd that you can’t help but laugh through the swirling frustration. The ring stays on your finger because you don’t even have the strength to remove it.
Cyno chuckles too, carefully putting his hand on the small of your back to guide you out of the house. You can’t protest, still laughing, as if that was the outlet for your emotions that you needed - too proud and fired up to cry instead. Or maybe it was the cool night air, quenching the fire in your lungs and chilling your heated skin.
“Better?” he asks. You realize he’s patting your back.
“Yeah,” you clear your throat, “Better.”
“Now, wanna tell me what that was about?” he asks, and honestly he’d be right to sound more irritated than he does. Because he just sounds confused and concerned instead of angry.
“I was pissed off,” you admit, “And then you came and started talking about everything that already set me off earlier - and I still haven’t figured anything out. And then you argued back and- yeah.”
“Ah, I see,” he hums as he sits down, patting the space next to him for you to join him. You do. “You know you have a mouth, and you can tell me to shut up instead of starting a fight.”
Some part of you is set ablaze again, but you’ve run out of fuel.
“I know,” you sigh. You sway, drained both physically and emotionally, and lay your head on his shoulder. He just exhales with fond exasperation and leans his head against yours. Your feet dig into the cooling sand.
“Never take off your ring again,” he tells, orders, you, “Not even when showering. You’ve lost your privileges.”
“Sir, yes, sir,” you chuckle. He nudges your side with his elbow. “And I’m sorry.”
“You’re forgiven - for now. Just tell me if something’s bothering you next time,” he chides again, “We’ve made a sacred promise to each other. Don’t break it.”
Your hand settles atop his thigh, soon covered by his palm. The night is slowly growing chilly, but with your body pressed into his side it’s just what you need to let the tension uncoil where it lies waiting inside your body. And slowly you begin to talk as you should’ve done in the first place.
Cyno listens, he asks and leads when you’re getting too worked up and tangled in your own words. Like he promised, you figure it out together. And at the end of the day, when you finally doze off against his shoulder, he picks you up and carries you inside.
Flins
His words die in his throat, he raises his hand as if to stop you, but you’re too far to reach. Physically, at least, he hopes that the feeling of disconnect and distance between your hearts is only an illusion created by the argument that spiraled out of control.
“Please,” he says, voice quiet and calm, “Don’t leave me. Not you.”
You, too, stop. Fingers brush the ring on your finger as you consider what you were about to do. Flins comes closer, slowly, then circles his arms around you, pulling you to his chest. You let him, your resolve to keep arguing your point broken upon hearing his voice.
“That’s not fair,” he murmurs into your hair, “That’s a line that shouldn’t be crossed.”
You nod weakly, finally letting your arms fall and wrap around his shoulders too. He doesn’t seem to want to let go anytime soon, and you’re grateful. It doesn’t fix anything, not the sadness radiating off of him, not the mournful silence that settled over the room. Still, for now, to feel his chest expand and press against yours, your breaths syncing, feels healing.
“I’m sorry, Kyryll,” you whisper, turning your face towards his, “I really shouldn’t have done that.”
“There was a time where I’d assume you are leaving me,” he confesses in a low voice, “Nothing would persuade me that you are not.”
You know it well. You’ve been there, after all, every step of the way - from how wary he was about getting close to you, then to at least being open to the idea but still reluctant, knowing he might not see you for weeks or months, all at the whim of the headquarters. But you never meant to stop him, accepting of the fact that duty comes first. And though you’ve pushed through the obstacles, you know well that arguments still take a toll on him, knowing he could be called to leave for a long time at any moment, even before you can make up.
“Let’s sleep on it, alright? We can talk over breakfast,” you suggest, “Or just shelf the argument. It’s not worth… this.”
“Can we do that?” he asks, unsure, “Is that allowed?”
You chuckle, and you think he must smile too, only briefly - the same way he only squeezes you tighter for a moment.
“We make the rules, don’t we?” you think aloud.
“Then I suggest we make it a rule neither of us tries to take off our ring unless our life depends on it,” he pulls away, looking at you with a strangely serious expression that you didn’t expect, “I declare it a rule. As a compensation for what you’ve done.”
You smile, a little relieved.
“Of course,” you agree, “So you forgive me? I promise I’ll obey your new rule perfectly.”
He makes a thoughtful sound.
“Maybe I should confiscate it until I’m sure you’ve learned how to behave,” Flins considers, leaning against you with his full body weight as if lost deep in thought. You struggle to keep both of you upright.
“People will talk,” you remind him gently, “If you need a public apology, I’m more than willing to give it to you without losing my ring and without being interrogated by every nosy old lady in our vicinity.”
He laughs into your hair but shakes his head. At least he can be reasonable. Finally he pulls away to look at you. The hurt on his face softened but its traces still linger. Somehow it feels reassuring that the centuries of his life have not stripped him of emotion, of care.
“I better hear what a wonderful husband you have next time they see me,” he smiles.
“I always tell them,” you promise, “No husband could compare.”
Illuga
“You don’t hurt people you love just because you get upset,” he whispers, yet somehow his voice sounds louder than it did the whole night.
You look down, at the back of your hand, at the ring halfway down your finger, and open your mouth before realizing you have no idea what to say. What can you say? When you look up, Illuga looks heartbroken. Angry, too. You see the nervous twitch of his hands, the buzzing, anxious whirlwind of energy inside of him. So it’s not a surprise when he storms out into the night with nothing but his coat and his lantern.
You sit down, the strength in your knees suddenly gone. Was it really worth it? You frown as you recount the events of the evening. Although you can’t say you’re being very efficient. Your mind stutters whenever you remember how calm he’s been through the whole thing, even though he must’ve been uncomfortable and upset too. You sigh. Hopefully he’ll return soon. As used to it as he is, as strong as he is, nothing is ever certain and the nights are long and dangerous. It hurts to remember how reverent Illuga acts whenever he has to leave on a mission, compared to the cold - although understandable - abandonment just now.
It’s infuriating that you can’t even follow after him - where would you start your search? No, it’s better to just wait, although you can’t seem to be able to just sit and do nothing. And even walking to the window is better than doing nothing at all. Walking? Running. You see a flash of light.
The flash is a glow of a lantern, circling, and you pace inside the house, running from window to window, one circle, second one, third - then you crack.
You barely open the door an inch before Illuga’s there, scowling at you. “What are you doing?”
“Please come inside,” you sigh, “I’m sorry. I was wrong and I shouldn’t have done that.”
He hesitates, but his shoulders drop, the lantern hangs by his side.
“I didn’t want you to worry,” he says.
“Thank you,” you whisper, taking a gamble and reaching for his hand. He lets you, smiling softly at the spark of light that bounces off the bands on your intertwined fingers. “If you need air, I can handle it if you stay like this. But I’d love it if we could talk inside.”
He follows after you, even if he slowly pulls his hand back as you reach the kitchen. It hurts, but you suppose it’s fair.
“I always think of you before every fight,” he confesses, nothing new, but it makes your heart ache, “Who would I return to if you left?”
“That’s not what- I’m sorry,” you sigh again. There’s a painful lump in your throat that you try to ignore.
“Just remember that if you ever feel like doing it again,” Illuga begs, quietly.
Of course you won’t. Finally he comes closer, if only because he puts some water on the stove to boil and needs to stand beside you to do so. He lingers even after the task is done, however. His fingers slowly intertwine with yours again despite the silence stretching on.
You don’t know what to say or do next, all you do is look nervously at him, but he doesn’t seem to be in the mood to talk either. So you just help him make the tea and sit down with him to drink it before you retire to bed, together, facing each other, even if no words are exchanged, even if all you do is hold hands. Illuga gives you a small squeeze, a reassurance he’ll be okay, eventually. That’s good enough for you.
Lohen
Your fingers only graze your ring. The briefest of touch of your fingertips against the band that you never manage to get a grip on.
Lohen’s already snatched your wrist and is dragging you towards his desk. You’re no match for his strength. He pulls you along like a ragdoll with no regard for your panicked gasp or nails clawing at his glove. In all honesty, you think for a second that it only excites him further.
He roughly shoves you against the desk, traps you between the surface and his body. His hand shoots out for something while his other holds the hand with your finger steady. Before you can collect yourself and resume protests, you feel the bite of a cold metal close around your skin. Your eyes fly towards what he’s doing. The device is familiar, you’ve seen it used before. You know it can cut through bone like a hot knife through butter.
“You’ve evened the odds,” you say, voice calmer than you feel.
It’s a lie, too. As much as you might value your finger, it’s not comparable to what he’d be losing.
“Do you think that’s what I’m doing?” he growls against your ear. His voice sounds frenzied, smirk loud in his every word. The blade doesn’t cut into your skin. Obviously he’s not being reckless.
“In part,” you hum. As if a bucket of cold water was poured over you, your earlier anger has all but dissipated.
“If I add sliiiightly more pressure you lose the finger-”
“And I’ll never take another husband,” you add with a small smile, “Yes.”
Utterly predictable. You feel him bristle. Naturally he wouldn’t say that, but what is Lohen if not a possessive lover?
“How could I after my first betrayed me in this way?” you continue, “After I was marked irreversibly for my mistake and yet still cast aside?”
Lohen falls silent. Calculating? Surely not. Poison might or might not still be coating his tongue, ready to lash out because after all, he’s been wronged. Perhaps more than you’ve been during your clash, perhaps less than you’re being slighted now.
“I was about to act on emotions, and it was a disappointing reaction,” you continue, “I apologize. In the heat of the moment I forgot certain rituals are sacred to you as well.”
For a long moment, you’re stuck at an impasse. Eventually, though, he deflates behind you, his arms moving to wrap around your waist. His chin rests on your shoulder.
“You’re no fun,” he grumbles, “And the safety is on.”
Safety? He demonstrates - no matter how strong he pushes, you don’t lose the finger.
“You’re full of surprises,” you sigh, leaning back into him, “I never thought you’d have any use for measures like that.”
He giggles, kissing your cheek. His arms remain tightly wound around you. “I didn’t before. But I have since acquired a liability that needs to be taught a lesson sometimes.”
“Liability? Ouch,” you scoff.
He just shrugs. Though you suppose he’s not exactly wrong - it goes both ways, after all. Liability to each other with your actions, liability to each other due to your position. Even if you doubt anyone would believe they’d get under Lohen’s skin through you or stupid enough to try to threaten his wellbeing to get back at you.
“Next time, there will be no safety,” he warns suddenly. His voice dropped ten degrees since he last spoke. It sends a shiver down your spine.
“There will be no next time,” you promise, “Regardless of what you just said.”
“Good,” and he’s back to his cheerful self and pecks your cheek, “You learn quickly, that’s why you’re mine.”
You roll your eyes. You did know what you were getting into, though, so you suppose you have no right to complain anyway.
Neuvillette
And suddenly you could hear a pin drop. The world has stopped for a moment in your bedroom, yet it keeps turning without mercy.
Neuvillette’s eyes are wide, and it’s not just them - his entire body betrays how shaken he feels. His entire line of sight has narrowed to where your ring is held between your fingers instead of being worn on one of them.
“What does it mean?” he asks, his breathing trembling, voice quiet and unsteady, “What-”
He wants to take a step forward, it almost looks like he’ll fall forward but he doesn’t, instead he forces himself to stay in place. Although trembling, he chooses to stay as if the smallest of his actions might make you leave and leave the ring behind.
Watching him makes you forget your feelings, drained into nothingness. Your own hands start to shake, you, too, start to second guess yourself. More so when you take a step towards him and he draws back, as if he couldn’t fathom anything but a catastrophic scenario.
“Love, it’s okay,” you whisper, trying to coax him into allowing you to approach him without fear. His eyes finally look up to search your face for something. The second, third, all the following steps are easier. By the time you’re within his reach, the ring is back on your finger, not like it changes anything.
“Why would you do that?” he asks, a pained whisper, “What did you want to say by it?”
You shake your head, slowly erasing the space between you, slotting yourself against his body, embracing him.
“I’m sorry, mon amour,” you murmur into his shoulder. His hands hover over your body without quite touching you. “I just got so upset I couldn’t think straight.”
Finally - contact. Like you’re the one who needs comfort, and you do - just not as much as the Iudex shivering in your arms.
“What happened?” he murmurs, “You’ve never done this. I thought we were just discussing an issue.”
You can only sigh fondly.
“This isn’t the court, Neuvillette,” you say, rubbing soothing circles on his back, “I need you to hear me out without evidence and without questioning me.”
“I didn’t realize I was upsetting you,” he admits as he pulls you closer, “Not to this extent.”
You know. The intricacies of intimate relationships are still a little lost on him, and that’s fine. That’s fine as long as you’re the one who goes briefly insane. You have no idea what you’d do to placate a dragon should he get stubborn.
“Did you want to leave? And,” he hesitates, his voice breaking, “Dissolve our marriage?”
“I didn’t,” you reassure him, but you can’t look into his eyes - not with how stubbornly he refuses to let you put distance between you.
“I can’t lose you,” he confesses quietly, “Scream at me. Be angry with me. Talk to me.”
You chuckle. You can’t help it. To make up for the slight, you hug him tighter.
“How could I leave? I’d get soaked,” you mumble. Biting your tongue before you can laugh again, you listen to the indignant sound he makes.
“How can you joke now?” he grumbles. Still holding you a prisoner in his arms, still squeezing you with every single of your movements.
“It’s alright,” you try to reassure him, “I’m not going anywhere. We’re not arguing anymore.”
He hums while clearly not listening much to your words. Maybe your fears were justified, maybe you did bring out the draconic stubbornness in him. Which is fine. It’s fine as long as he wants you to stay instead of insisting you leave.
Tighnari
“Okay - pause, pause,” Tighnari’s demeanor switches in an instant. The moment you see his ears flatten against his head and his tail frozen stiff behind him, you can’t help but feel guilty. You might’ve overreacted, just a little bit. “I see you, I hear you, let’s take a step back.”
He offers you a careful half-smile as he guides you to sit down. For now, he avoids touching you, even though you see the nervous twitch of his fingers, the urge to do so and reassure himself you’re okay. He kneels on the floor in front of you, offering his hands for you to take. You hesitate for a bit, but eventually sigh and slip your hands into his.
“There we go,” he murmurs, “What was it?”
“I don’t know,” you admit. Because you truly don’t. Maybe it was everything - the late hour, your empty stomach, him making sense, him breathing wrong, just a cocktail for disaster. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think this far ahead.”
He pats your knee.
“I’m sorry too, I pushed too hard,” he sighs, “Still, I’m glad you changed your mind.”
You look down at the ring on your finger and then raise your eyes back to meet his. Giving him a careful smile, you squeeze his hands. You shared the silence, both relieved that your home is back to how it’s supposed to be. Although, some of the tension still remains woven into your shoulders.
It was so rare, after all. Any kind of an argument with Tighnari, especially a heated one like this. You pull on his arm to make him get up and sit next to you, slipping easily into his hug when he sneaks an arm around your shoulders. He rocks you from side to side, gently, until your heartbeat finally settles.
“I wasn’t thinking straight,” you finally say, “I don’t think I felt myself taking the ring off at all.”
“I want you to know there’s plenty of sources I could get a really sticky resin from,” he hums, “Don’t make me glue it to your finger.”
You have no idea if his intention was to sound threatening, all you know is that if so, he failed miserably. But that’s also good. Your Tighnari is gentle, after all. Scary only whenever you’re in danger, never towards you.
“Did you mean that?” you ask, “When you said that thing about-”
“No,” he shakes his head, almost as if he doesn’t want to hear his words repeated to him, “I just got a little frustrated too.”
“Hmm, that’s a first,” you joke, “And last, I hope.”
Tighnari laughs too, his ears finally slowly relaxing and unsticking themselves from his skull. His tail lands in your lap like a warm blanket, like yet another appendage that’s supposed to stop you from leaving.
“But if that was your way of telling me you don’t like the ring-”
“Nari…” you groan, rolling your eyes when he bites his lip to stop himself from laughing again, “But if that’s your way of asking for a vow renewal, I’m not against it.”
“It wasn’t that big of a fight, was it?” he teases, but soon his smile softens, “We can do it - we should do it sometime in the future.”
You nod in agreement. It’s too soon now but just the thought of perhaps exchanging vows again, perhaps even adding another ring to seal those vows, makes butterflies flutter in your stomach. More than that, however, the thought of spending the years leading up to it with Tighnari, and years following after too.
“I love you,” you whisper, leaning in to place a kiss on his cheek.
“And I love you,” he returns the gesture.
The look in his eyes betrays him. He was thinking the same.
Wriothesley
“-oh come on, please don’t do that,” he groans, running his hands over his face. Still, he steps back, giving you the space you needed, that you asked for. He backs himself into the wall, sliding against it until he sits on the floor.
The room falls silent, safe for the sound of your breathing. You worry your lip between your teeth, allowing yourself time to calm down. Deep inhale, hold, deep exhale. A routine until you feel in control enough to not say anything you’d regret later.
“Wriothesley?” you call out to him. He still sits with his back against the wall, his face is still covered by his hands. “Baby? Look at me?”
“I’m not looking until you put the ring back on,” he says, and he couldn’t sound more like a kicked dog if he was one.
“How about you put it on me, hm?” you try as you sit down in front of him, nudging your knee against his.
Finally he lifts his head. You’ve never seen him more miserable than right now, looking at the ring in your palm. He takes your hand, brings it to his lips after picking up the ring and kisses your knuckles one by one. You can only sigh affectionately and run your hand through his hair.
It’s a quick, yet gentle affair, him putting the ring back on your finger. He keeps your other hand hostage, cradling it to his cheek.
“Just tell me next time,” he pleads, “Warn a guy. I don’t know, push me away if I don’t listen. Hit me.”
You sigh. You have a half a mind to take him up on that, just to shut him up before he can come up with any more stupid ideas.
“I’m not gonna hit you, Wriothesley,” you inform him, “But I would like it if you could listen when I tell you I need space.”
“You were about to leave,” he pouts again, “We promised to never walk away when we’re mad.”
“Yeah, that’s on me,” you admit.
“I should’ve listened anyway - we’re even?” he suggests, full of hope. You smile and nod.
“My offense was worse,” you tease, “I’m getting off lightly.”
“You know what, if you’re keeping that ring on your finger I think I can live with not putting you on trial,” Wriothesley leans closer and steals a kiss, “See how nice I am?”
“The nicest,” you roll your eyes.
He grins, finally more relaxed. Yet you’re not allowed to pull your hand back, still cupping his cheek. He holds your hand there like his life depends on it, contrary to his carefree smile. So you huff and put your hand on his other cheek too, leaning over him when he parts his knees to make space for you.
Icy blue eyes watch you, tempt you to get closer, flicking down to your lips as if you needed more hints. You kiss him slowly, thumbs stroking his cheeks while his hand cups the back of your neck and holds you close, your foreheads resting against each other.
“I’m already in jail for my crime,” you remind him playfully, “Your domain. They won’t let me go without your permission.”
He chuckles too, capturing your lips one more time. He rubs your noses together.
“Not how this works but I could change that,” another kiss, “I should, maybe.”
“There’s no life without you,” you shrug, but you make sure he knows you mean it, not looking away even when the intensity in his gaze threatens to burn you alive.
It’s true, after all. Your home is where Wriothesley is, and that is where your happiness lies.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Dragon Ball, 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Relationships: Cyno (Genshin Impact)/Reader, Cyno/original character (OC), Yamoshi/original character (OC), Shallot & Redaer, Giblet & reader, Shallot & OC’s, Giblet &OC’s
Characters: Cyno (Genshin Impact), Yamoshi (Dragon Ball), Shallot (Dragon Ball), Giblet (Dragon Ball), Tighnari (Genshin Impact), Sumeru Characters (Genshin Impact)
Additional Tags: Genshin X Dragon ball crossover, Isekai and Transmigration, My First Fanfic, Be nice please, Gonna take a while to update autism is a bitch
Summary:
earth girl gets Isekaied to ancient planet Sadala as the the youngest child of Yamoshi but not everything is as it seems. I don’t know man I’m not good at summaries TvT
You’re just going to have to read the dang thing…. Sorry
How genshin guys would react to you waking them up in the middle of the night asking for a kiss.
Assuming you’re married and live together. Fem reader.
Annoyed but deals with it
He’ll ask you to repeat your question in an tired, irritated tone. You don’t think he will and expect a scolding but instead he leans over giving you a quick peck. In his mind he’d rather just kiss you to get this over with. He’s too tired to question it. “Happy now? Now go back to sleep. It’s 2am.” In the morning he might ask you about it if he remembers but doesn’t put much importance on it.
Alhaitham, Baizhu, Kinich, Tighnari, Scaramouche,
Happily does so
He’ll let out a quiet chuckle before sitting up. Plants you a big kiss on the lips with an exaggerated “MWAH.” Will ask you if you want more since you’ve woken him up. Even if you say no he’ll shake his head and reply “I think you need a few more since you’re so desperate for kisses at this hour.” You’ll spend the next 30 minutes kissing him before he’ll lay back down and settle the blanket over him as if nothing happened.
Similar to the last one except he’s a lot more tired when he gives the first kiss. He doesn’t mind having to wake up for this. If you say that’s enough after he asks you if you need any more he will quickly go back to sleep. If you wake him again a few minutes later he won’t get mad. He will only start to get a little annoyed if you wake him up like 5 times, days in a row.
Will asks you to repeat what you said like 10 times. He genuinely can’t comprehend what you’re saying. He would kiss you if he knew but his mind is making it seem like you’re speaking a different language. “What?”,“Huh”, “What’s happening?” Eventually you give up because you realize you aren’t getting through to him.
Itto,
Concerned
Starts to ask questions about why now. He will do it if you ask twice but will go into full worried husband mode. “Are you alright?”, “Is there a reason you need affection this late? You know you can talk to me if something is wrong?” “Would you prefer I kiss you more before you sleep so you aren’t craving it at midnight?” For some reason this ends in you reassuring him before he can go back to sleep.
Neuvillette, Durin, Tighnari
Refuses
He’ll tell you to wait until morning, not even bothering to open his eyes. If you do get him to open his eyes he’s unnecessarily irritated. Did you not understand that he said no? Might kiss you just to shut you up but it’s not affectionate enough to satisfy your cravings.
Xiao, Chongyun, Razor, Freminet
Flat Out Refuses
Similar to the last one except no means no with him. He’s suprisingly calm. He won’t open his eyes and will literally just tune you out. Might snuggle closer to you at best. It doesn’t matter how loud you’re complaining he’s back asleep in a few minutes. Will be sure to kiss you in the morning to make up for it, even if you’re a little angry.
Sethos reacted to your pregnancy with complete shock for about five seconds. Then immediate excitement.
“You’re serious? We’re actually having a baby?”
The grin on his face afterward was impossible to forget. Sethos became incredibly energetic about the entire thing, constantly talking to your stomach, making jokes about teaching the baby archery way too early, and proudly telling everyone he trusted. But there were softer moments too.
Late at night, when everything was quiet, he’d hold you carefully and rest his head against your stomach with this awed expression. Like he still couldn’t believe someone he loved was carrying a piece of him. And every time the baby kicked? He looked personally victorious.
“That’s definitely my child.”
Kaveh
Kaveh cried. Immediately. No hesitation. You barely finished telling him before he already had tears in his eyes.
“This is a happy cry,” he insisted while actively sobbing.
Your pregnancy turned Kaveh into the most emotionally devoted partner imaginable. He became obsessed with designing the perfect nursery, sketching ideas constantly and asking your opinion on everything.
Unfortunately, this also meant he stressed himself out trying to make everything “perfect.”
You eventually had to drag him away from measuring furniture at three in the morning. But beneath all the chaos, Kaveh loved you so deeply it was overwhelming. Sometimes he’d kiss your stomach gently and whisper apologies to the baby in advance for “having him as a father.”
You always corrected him immediately. Because your child was going to be lucky to have someone who loved so openly.
Alhaitham
Alhaitham reacted with suspicious calmness. Too calm. You told him you were pregnant and he simply blinked once before closing his book.
“I see.”
“…That’s it?”
“What reaction were you expecting?”
You were fully prepared to accuse him of not caring until later that night when you woke up and found him silently researching parenting methods. Three separate books. Detailed notes. Annotated sections.
Alhaitham approached your pregnancy logically on the surface, but emotionally? You noticed it in quieter ways. How his hand lingered against your stomach absentmindedly while reading. How he subtly adjusted your environment to make you more comfortable.
How he immediately became irritated whenever someone caused you stress. He loved you both deeply. He just expressed it differently.
Wanderer
Wanderer was horrified. Not because he didn’t want the baby. Because he genuinely believed he would ruin them somehow.
“You deserve someone better than me,” he muttered bitterly one night.
You shut that down immediately. Your pregnancy forced him to confront something terrifying. The possibility of being loved permanently. And despite all his fear, Wanderer became fiercely attached to both you and the baby. He acted annoyed whenever you caught him talking softly to your stomach.
“I wasn’t talking to them.”
“You literally asked if they preferred sweet food.”
“…Mind your business.”
But the truth was obvious. He adored your child already. Especially because every little kick reminded him this family was real. That he finally belonged somewhere.
Cyno
Cyno handled your pregnancy with surprising gentleness. Very serious gentleness. He researched everything carefully because he wanted to support you properly.
Unfortunately, he also thought this was the perfect time for dad jokes.
“The baby kicked.”
“Yes, Cyno.”
“I suppose they found my joke moving.”
You stared at him in disbelief. Cyno looked completely proud of himself. But despite the jokes, he was incredibly attentive.
Always checking if you needed rest, food, water, or comfort. And one evening, while his hand rested over your stomach feeling the baby move, his expression softened completely.
“…I will protect both of you,” he said quietly.
Simple. Certain. Like a vow.
Tighnari
Tighnari became the definition of caring efficiency during your pregnancy. You had a symptom? He already had a solution.
He monitored your health carefully without becoming overbearing, always making sure you were eating properly and resting enough.
Though admittedly, He got very annoyed whenever you ignored his advice.
“You need to stop overexerting yourself.”
“I walked down stairs.”
“Exactly.”
Still, Tighnari absolutely melted whenever the baby reacted to his voice. His ears would twitch every single time. And during quieter moments, he’d gently lay beside you with one hand over your stomach, listening carefully to every movement with this impossibly soft expression. Because despite how composed he usually seemed. He was completely in love with the future the two of you were building together.
Note: You and Cyno are a couple
(I made a Cyno x Reader on my TikTok, this is basically just a remake of it, check it out if you want, same user as here, @/sonicstalker123!)
Cyno was your everything and had a few nicknames for you, but the one he loved the most was "darling". The moment he saw you he just knew that you were his person. Like instantly. He never beat around the bush and never really hid how devoted he was to you. Cyno loved to hold your hand when you both would go and roam Sumeru together or wrap his arm around your waist (only if you liked that, of course!). You never knew about his yandere tendencies, you only saw it as very protective. He will always watch you from the shadows when you go out on simple walks to make sure you're safe of course!
Cyno learned everything about you over the course of a few months, ranging from your favorite color, time of day and your sunconscious gestures, like just looking at him when you're scared or nervous. Even what he calls is a "thinking noise", which is just you making a sound when you're thinking or in the midst of doing something and finds it cute.
You both attended a celebration for Nahida's birthday and Cyno stepped away to get you both some food, somebody tried to flirt with you, calling you handsome/pretty/attractive. You get the ick (rightfully so) and go to look for Cyno as you get more uneasy. You look for that Electro vision and white hair of his, only to not find him. Cyno was looking for you too. "Y/N? Where are you?" Cyno asks. You silently gasp and look around, his voice sounded close, but not close enough. "Cy? You sound close! I'll just follow the sound of your voice, okay? Just... talk about something... ANYTHING. I don't care if it's that Genius Invokation TCG set you like to talk about or the supposedly limited edition card, just keep talking."
Cyno goes on and on about the latest TCG card he's been trying to get, which is one that looks like Sethos. You eventually find him and hold his hand, giving him a look in your eyes that's basically saying that you need help. "Did something threaten you, Y/N?" You nod. "Lead me to them, darling. I'll take care of it." He gently but firmly kisses your forehead, calming you down a little bit, you loved it and he knew it. Cyno takes your hand as you start walking in the direction where this person was at and you look at the person. "There! There's the bozo who checked me out, it was gross!" Cyno nods and motions for you to sit on a nearby bench.
Cyno approaches the person with an intense look in his eyes. "You there. You and I are going to have a little chat, you and me. Away from the crowd of people." The person scoffs, but follows Cyno anyways. "Yes, alright, General Mahamatra Cyno." After a little bit, Cyno stops and holds his polearm tightly. "So. You were the one harassing them? That's my partner you were messing with. I could easily detain you for harassment, but justice needs to be served instantly."
It starts to rain and Cyno starts to use his electro abilities and before the person can respond back, he uses his abilities to cause the person to not move if yk what I mean.
"Justice has been served. You mess with my darling..." Cyno's eyes glow.
"You mess with me."
