#dehya fluff

[noverenia]

-> marriage

synopsis -> you propose to dehya after a particularly fancy dinner party with the sumeru vision weilders.

warnings -> none! pure fluff (dehya brainrot goes crazy)

w/c -> 1.3k

you and dehya have been dating for several years now- crawling up on your third next month. though you weren’t a vision wielder, you were invited to a dinner party that all of the sumeru vision holders were hosting. they each made an agreement that everyone was able to bring along an additional person if they pleased, idea brought up by nilou. so obviously, dehya chose to bring you. 

normally, due to your girlfriends line of work, she’d have no time for these events. you talked to her, and then giving her a moment to confirm with the others that this will be one she will be attending, and that, due to the traveler symbolizing the importance and your asking, she will be bringing you as her person. 

a few days later, the morning of the dinner, you walked over to where nilou, traveler, and alhaitham were gathered, likely discussing the journey to fontaine. you walked up to them, nilou and traveler greeting you with a wave as alhaitham nodded his head at your presence. 

“hello, y/n!” nilou brought you in for a hug. “how are things with you and dehya? i know i’m seeing you two tonight, but i just couldn’t help but ask.” she ended that sentence with a slight giggle, releasing the hug and allowing traveler and paimon to greet you properly, following up with alhaitham.

“well, that’s kind of why i came to find you.” you sighed, a slight smile on your face. you could see nilou go visibly pale, thinking she knows what she’s about to hear.

“i just… need help with how to propose to her.”

any lack of emotion immediately left nilous face, her putting her hands to her cheeks in glee and allowing paimon to talk this time.

“paimon knew this day would come!! the only thing dehya talks about when we get together is you, y/n!” she did a little backflip in the air. “when do you think you’re gonna do it? you have to fill paimon in!”

at this time, alhaitham had excused himself to work, and you were now starting to walk through sumeru city. you were keeping a sharp eye out for dehya, hinting to nilou and traveler to do the same, and for traveler to tell paimon to keep her voice down incase she or someone she knew was around to hear. 

“well, how soon would you want to do it? and how big of a deal would you want to make it?” nilou wondered. “are you thinking about taking the zubayr theatre for a little bit for the proposal?” 

you sighed, brushing a stray hair back behind your ear. “that’s what i need help on. i know i want it to be either tonight or tomorrow, but i don’t really know how to go about it. i know she probably wouldn’t want too big of a croud surrounding her, so maybe not the zubayr theatre. i was thinking somewhere… special. maybe where we first met, though that was just a little shack of a cafe in the middle of the caravan ribat. it’s certainly not a big place, but i kind of want to take her there. though, it depends on where we are dining tonight.”

nilou nodded, processing all that information, thinking as you walked the paths of the city.

“paimon thinks you should just propose where you first met! we’ve had to help out with proposals before, right, traveler?”

the traveler nodded. 

“exactly! paimon has experience under her wing. did you buy the ring yet?”

you nodded, pulling a box out of your pocket that held a beautiful red topaz jewel in the center with a gold band glimmering in the sunlight. 

“that’s a beautiful ring, i think she’ll love whatever you do, y/n!” nilou clapped her hands, giggling a little. “i’d just say, take her to your spot in the caravan ribat. explain the significance of the spot if she doesn’t exactly remember, and then propose! i don’t see her saying anything but yes!!”

you laughed, putting an arm around nilous shoulder and giving her a side hug. 

“thanks, nilou. and thanks, paimon and traveler! i’ll see you guys later!!” you walked off, heading back to your shared apartment. 

before you knew it, it was time to go to dinner. you zipped up the back of dehyas dress as she helped you straighten out any visible wrinkles in your dress/suit, and you two were off. where the dinner was is a very fancy and expensive restaurant in the middle of sumeru city, the night reserved to your party. as you two walked in, you were immediately greeted by a waitress, who walked the two of you to the table, where you saw cyno, nilou, the traveler and paimon, a few other guests everyone brought along, and nahida herself. you both waved and greeted everyone before taking your own seats. 

the dinner went by in a blur. the bill was paid, and you all parted your own ways. though, instead of bringing dehya back to your apartment, you were walking in the direction of the desert, taking her hand in yours as soon as you knew that nobody would be around to see such displays of affection. 

after a while of walking in silence, she looked at you. 

“hey, where are we going? this is the direction of the desert, not our apartment, ya’know..” 

“i’m aware. i just have somewhere to take you. then we’ll be on our way.” you gripped her hand a little harder, slightly cuddling into her shoulder as you guys walked. “the night is very beautiful, no?”

she nodded. “it’s very pleasant tonight. normally, nights around here get pretty bitter. is that why you wanted to take a walk?”

“yeah, for the most part. theres another reason, but you’ll figure that out once we reach our destination. we aren’t far!” you laughed slightly before picking up your pace, dragging her behind you. she laughed as well, making this into a race to see who could travel the farthest distance. 

as soon as the two of you reached the caravan ribat, you took a deep breath, attracting dehyas attention as you stopped her in front of the cafe you two met at. 

“do you remember what this place means to our relationship, dehya?” you said with a slightly shaky voice. 

“of course i do. we met here, and this was where we had our first date. why would i forget something as important as that?” she ruffled your hair slightly as you got down on one knee, catching her off guard. 

she looked around to see if anyone was watching before looking back down at you. you pulled a beautiful ring out of your pocket and held it up to her.

“dehya. when i first met you, it immediately felt to me as if i had found the one. that probably explains why we got so close so fast. i felt like the luckiest person alive when we went out for our first date, and felt even luckier when you moved in with me. you deserve nothing short of the best, someone who will love you and support you, and someone who will always be there for you. will you allow me to be that person for as long as you and i live, and marry me?”

you could swear this was the first time you saw her shocked. at this point, your heart was beating what felt like 50 times per second, and you were probably sweating a waterfall right now. 

“yes, of course!” she laughed, letting you slip the ring on her finger before picking you up and spinning you around. she took a moment to gaze down at the ring that adorned her ring finger, smiling as she felt her chest warm up. she looked up at you before passionately kissing you, and ended the night having your first date at that same cafe, but now as your fiancee.

[strxnged]

SUMERU: # when you tell them you see them as a “main character.” (4/4)

content: voiceline style responses. crack & flattery fic. slight spoilers for sumeru archon quest.

__alhaitham ㅤ “...is that supposed to be a compliment? listen, i don’t like being in the spotlight and i don’t want to be important to anyone but you. … oh, that’s what you were trying to say? i still think you’ve misapplied the term.”

__candace ㅤ “of what story? if you mean of my own… isn’t that how it works? but in general, i don’t try to stand out like that.”

__collei ㅤ “oh, um… is this because of my spontaneous recovery? tighnari says it makes me a bit of a special case, but I'm not sure it's to that extent. i—i appreciate the compliment, of course.”

__cyno ㅤ “are you trying to tell me i remind you of that one cartoon again? yu-ji-oh, or something? collecting cool cards doesn’t make me a main character, you know. but i’ll accept your compliment, if that’s what it is supposed to be.”

__dehya ㅤ “really? haha, that’s sweet of you. i don’t think mercs make for the most heroic of main characters, and i don’t think my story is all that special, but you’re real nice to say that.”

__dori ㅤ “it would suit a main character to be rich, no? i don’t think i’m quiiiiite there. perhaps you can support your idea… financially, hm?”

__faruzan ㅤ “it is only fitting for you to see me in such a way. as your senior with a past shrouded in darkness, as well as being the brightest scholar of haravatat, i cannot be compared to another in teyvat. that makes for a sufficient protagonist, doesn’t it?”

__kaveh ㅤ “i—i’m not sure what it is that you want from me. you better just ask it straightforwardly, since i’d rather not think about my existentialism first thing in the morning.”

__layla ㅤ “oh… a couple different peers of mine have also said i act like one. it doesn’t sound like a good thing.”

__nahida ㅤ “it is not the archon’s duty to be the main character in her land’s story. i only hope to allow more stories to sprout.”

__tighnari ㅤ “forgive my disagreement, but i think it naive to believe there are main characters in this world. stories are meant to inspire, and so if i am inspiring to you, i thank you for the compliment. but i am no more important than the creatures and plants and skies of teyvat.”

__wanderer ㅤ “are you scared of saying something of importance, or do you really just have nothing important to say? don’t insist upon trivial things like that.”

author’s note: thanks for reading! if you enjoyed, consider reblogging <3

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[mayberaspberrywrites]

No One But You | Dehya x Reader | SAGAU

A/N: Your girl just got Dehya yesterday, and just had to write a fic in celebration. This is my first angst. Be nice you goofy goobers

P.S.: ...I ran out of Sand Grease Pupas :(

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Reader: Gender Neutral

Warnings: Angsty

SAGAU!!!

Summary: Dehya fears that you won't want to pull for her after the leaks and kit reviews. You prove her wrong.

The city spoke in hushed whispers upon her arrival. The whispers ranged from pure disgust to pity. To Dehya, it all felt horrible.

"There she is!"

"Didn't you hear? Her kit was leaked."

"Pathetic."

"What will the players think about this?"

Of course she'd also known the moment her kit dropped. She herself felt anger towards the developers for the way she'd been wronged. What she didn't expect, however, was for everyone else to find out about it. "Tsk…" Despite the backlash, the flame mane managed to keep herself together.

That only lasted so long.

Each day felt worse. She continued with her mercenary duties as normal, but at the end of each day, she felt herself break more and more.

It began to affect her battle performance as well, something that did not go unnoticed by her fellow mercenaries. 

And then her banner dropped. She had high hopes that you'd pull for her regardless of the things you'd heard. As she sat on her bed, she thought back to all the things you'd said.

From the moment she was leaked, you were ecstatic. 

"She's so pretty!"

Dehya smiled to herself at the fond memory. 

"Do we know her name yet?" You asked your friend, your primary source of information. "They're saying her name is 'Dehya.'" Your friend responded. 

"Dehya…." What a pretty name, you'd thought to yourself.

You were joyful the moment her npc version appeared in the game. Her lines were the only dialogue you didn't skip. 

From that day forward, you told yourself you'd pull for her. You took in all the information about her that you could. You sat through the debates on whether she'd be a 4 star or a 5 star. It didn't matter to you, all you knew was that she was going to be yours.

That didn't mean you weren't overjoyed when it was confirmed she was a 5 star. "Ha! I told you so!" You teased your friend, who playfully rolled their eyes. "Fine, you win. It's going to be harder to get her now, I hope you know that." You shrugged it off. "I don't care how many wishes it takes. She will be mine."

And then came the day everything began crumbling down.

"Credible leakers have confirmed that Dehya will be on the standard banner!" 

She heard the audio all the way from another app on your phone. What would you think of this?

"It can't be that bad. Besides, I wouldn't mind losing my 50/50 to Dehya." You reasoned.

Dehya breathed a sigh of relief. She knew you mained one of the standard characters already, but she didn't know how you'd feel about her now.

And it only got worse from there. The talk of the city began. It was nothing all that bad, at first, just a few apologies here and there.

"I'm sorry, Dehya. But look on the bright side…"

"Poor girl."

"Standard…she's going to be weak."

To her, it didn't matter. All she cared about was your opinion on her. However, the comments made her wonder if you'd be swayed.

What if she decides I'm not good enough? If I don't do enough damage, she might choose someone else over me…" She shook the nasty thoughts out of her head. No. I know my creator. They would never.

Dehya suddenly snapped back to the present. She was now laying down, curled into her blankets. She felt her eyes moisten. No. I'm stronger than this. I can't let the creator down. She sat up once more, staring into the mirror across from her bed. Weak. Pathetic.

They can say all they want. I might be physically weaker than the others, but I won't let them break down my mental state too. 

From that day forward, she made it a habit to train harder. To compliment you more. To give you a reason to consider her.

"Look, she just winked!" You exclaimed, pointing at her. "What? She didn't wink for me though?" Your friend, who was doing the same quest, showed you their screen. "Mm…must be a bug." They concluded. 

But You knew better.

And then the day of the livestream arrived. You preferred not to believe leaked banners, as you'd been fooled before. And alas, the banners were different from the leaked ones.

"Phase One will be…Cyno and Dehya!"

You were quiet. Too quiet. Dehya began to worry. She knew that her kit was nothing compared to Cyno's. 

"Phase Two will be…Shenhe and Ayaka!" The video announced. "Haha, good thing I don't need either of them." You said, continuing the video.

Dehya continued to listen in on the rest of the video, but her mind became clouded halfway through. You never said anything about Cyno. She bit her lip as she pondered, the video quickly becoming background noise to her thoughts. 

You never said you didn't want Cyno.

…And you never said you wanted me.

She clicked her tongue in frustration. Was she still not enough? She had to ensure that you still wanted her.

So she amped up her efforts.

She sent you mail. She never put her name on it. That would seem too desperate, she thought. On the day that her banner dropped, she mailed you 600 primos under the guise of maintenance. Attached to the 'maintenance rewards' were little trinkets, some that she thought would remind you of her.

To her delight, the developers decided to hand out 1 intertwined fate per archon quest. "If we do the math…that's 21, excluding the newest quest." She said to herself. "Plus what I sent…"

Unfortunately, your luck did not cooperate. Out of all of the pulls, your best item was a Bennett constellation.

"Bummer. Oh well." You closed the game, much to Dehya's distress. She still hoped that the day would come.

But then the whispers began again, this time while she was sitting outside the local tavern.

"Didn't you hear? The creator's considering pulling for Cyno instead!"

"He's the better option anyway, at least he can deal damage." One snickered.

She put down her glass, and breathed out a deep sigh before jumping when she felt a touch on her shoulder.

"Don't listen to them. I know she wants you more than anything." A familiar voice spoke. Dehya turned her head to be faced with the one and only General Mahamatra Cyno. She laughed bitterly. "Easy for you to say, General. This patch is in your favor."

Cyno crossed his arms, staring down at Dehya. "I mean it. Don't let it bother you."

"Yeah. Whatever." She smiled lightly. Despite their current rivalry between banners, Cyno was never hostile towards her. "It doesn't bother me any." 

…I'll try to keep that in mind.

She waited. She waited for days, and she was starting to lose hope. She'd heard you talking to your friend again.

"My feed is full of Dehya showcases now. She doesn't hit very high damage at all." You'd said.

Ouch.

"I suggest that you consider pulling for Cyno or waiting for a good banner to roll around." 

"Hmm."

By then, she'd tuned out. It's fine. Life goes on after all. 

And there she stood. She felt the tears falling down her cheeks as she made no attempt to wipe them.

"Archons…now my makeup is messed up." She weeped to herself.

And then she fell to her knees. 

But then she felt a warmth surging around her. She opened her eyes, immediately covering her eyes to prevent being blinded by the light. 

Wh…what's going on?!

She heard your voice in the distance.

"OH MY GOD OH MY GOD! IT'S GOLD!" You squealed, watching the screen intensely.

There's no way…

Dehya felt as though she was flying. Her eyes widened as she finally broke through her dark thoughts.

You wanted her?

You actually wanted her.

Her splash art displayed on your screen as you shrieked with joy.

"Dehya! You're finally home!"

—

A little while later, after you fell asleep, the game transferred your body into Teyvat. This had happened on many different occasions at random. You weren't afraid anymore.

After searching for some time, you found Dehya standing by herself. She wasn't hiding her tears any longer. You quietly stood behind her, not wanting to scare her.

You should've known that a mercenary's senses were stronger than that. She sensed your power.

"I heard it all, you know." She stared down, willing herself to stay strong. "The things they said about me. Normally, I wouldn't care, but…" She balled up her fists, taking a deep breath before shakily exhaling. 

"...You don't hate me?" She asked, slowly turning to face you, while still holding her head down. You softly cupped her cheek, lifting it up.  Her eyes were glossy, and her cheeks were stained with tear streaks. You smiled affectionately, staring directly into her sapphire eyes. "I could never hate you, my dear." You pulled her into a tight hug. After a few heartbeats, she finally laid her head on your shoulder. 

"I…never wanted anyone to see me like this." She sniffled, briefly lifting her head up and wiping away her tears, further smudging her eyeliner. "Especially not you." I look pathetic. 

You shushed her softly. "Lovely, it's okay to cry. It doesn't make you weak." You hugged her harder.

Damn, she has some back muscles. No, no, not the time.

"Even after everything they said? You still wanted me?" Why didn't you listen to them? They were right. 

"I've never cared all that much about the 'meta'." 

You rubbed soothing circles into her back as you spoke quietly. "When I saw you for the first time. I knew I knew I had to have you." 

"But what about what your friend said? They were right, Y'know. There are better options than me." You scoffed, smiling. "Don't worry about them. They're just a goofball. Dehya chuckled to herself before taking a long breath in. You pulled back from the hug, still holding her by the shoulders. For a moment, you two stared into each other's eyes. Dehya wished it would have lasted a little longer. "Chin up, Flame Mane. You and I have much to do together." You squeezed her shoulders. 

She's so happy you didn't give up on her.

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Bonus:

You were now playing from your computer. You were testing out your new main Dehya’s damage. After all of your combined hard work, she was finally level 90 and triple crowned.

"Wow…that IS some mid damage." 

"HEY!" She bit back playfully.

"I'm joking, I'm joking! You did well for your first showcase. How about we grab some food to celebrate?"

"Haha. Sounds good, my stomach is hitting my backbone!" Dehya jested.

"Have you ever had sticky honey roast before? It's pretty good." You suggested. 

"Hm, never heard of it. I'll bite."

Dehya looked on towards Sumeru City. Let's continue our adventure tomorrow, creator. You and I have a long road ahead of us.

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[theogonies]

Another Place and Time ft. genshin characters as pulp fiction tropes

characters: dehya (western), kaveh (regency romance), rosaria (film noir)

word count: 1.7k

content warnings: this one's primarily fluff but rosaria's is a bit darker (reader is suspected of an unwanted suitor's murder)

sorry if the formatting on these is a bit wonky; i'm posting from mobile rn. they were a lotta fun to write and i'm planning on doing more, so lmk if you've got specific characters you'd like to see!

The Western starring Dehya

It’s no secret when your love rolls into town.

She moves like a summer storm: a rolling peal of thunder, followed by that brief and inevitable flash of light. And for a moment, the parched desert of your loneliness forgets itself, awash in the torrent of her passion.

She never announces her arrival to you directly, but then again, she doesn’t need to. Not when you know the jangle of her spurs on the wood floorboards of your tavern as well as the jangle of cowbells and the raspy whistle of the vultures that circle the prairies. Not when you know that your doorstep will always be her first and last stop in town.

Always one to make an entrance, she sweeps through those double doors with more drama than the boldest outlaw, allowing your patrons a moment of stillness to take in her windswept mane, the worn leather of her boots and dust-packed folds of her clothes a testament to her vagabond’s spirit.

Only you don’t look up, pretending to focus on wiping down the bar as she makes her way to her favorite table: a seat in the back corner, facing the bar.

She knows your indifferent games; indulges them, even, each of you testing the other’s limits until you can’t bear to be ignored any longer.

And it seems that she’s struck gold today: some burly lug of a man has claimed her seat. You could’ve warned him, of course, but then it’s not every day she comes to town–and this alternative is more amusing for the both of you.

You listen without looking up as her spurs clink across the floor, stopping just short of the table.

“Hey there, partner,” she drawls, her tone molasses-sweet and laced with venom. “Seems like nobody’s warned ya, this ain’t your seat.”

He blinks up, all bleary-like from the beer he’s been guzzling since nine in the morning.

“Seems t’me like yer tryna pick a fight yer bound’ta lose, girlie.”

“Is that so?”

Her back is turned to you, but you can hear the smile in her voice as she looses the pistol at her hip with a practiced flick of the wrist. And damn it, she’s always known how easy you are for her quick draw.

“Dehya,” you call warmingly across the bar. “I’d appreciate if you quit harassin’ my paying customers.”

“My, darlin’, if I’d seen ya sooner, I wouldn’t’a bothered.”

She ambles over to the bar with a slow and easy grin, like she just noticed you there. The nerve on this girl is enough to make you throw your hands up and scream sometimes, but instead you wipe down a glass, watching her from the corner of your eyes.

“The usual?”

“Bourbon neat,” she agrees, folding her arms on the counter as she grins at you. And it seems that the two of you are even now, because she’s never been able to hide that starstruck glint she gets in her eyes when you pour. “Boy, have I got the story for you today. You heard ‘bout the stampede up at Samiel’s Lookout?”

“Naw,” you grin, sliding the amber-clouded glass across the bar in her direction. “Ain’t interested in hearin’ about it from no one else but you.”

The Regency Romance starring Kaveh

You’ve heard the way your friends titter when he passes by.

Kaveh the bleeding heart, Kaveh the debtor, Kaveh with holes in his pockets.

And, to be true, he’s never borne himself with the same pride as the other men of your class. His suits are unassuming, his cravats moth-bitten, and the holes in his stockings are plain for anyone to see.

He’s never been stern enough to manage a household or to be considered a marriageable bachelor; and yet, despite all your better instincts, you find your eyes falling on him from time to time. When he feeds the stray dogs on the street, or empties his pockets for every beggar he meets, you can’t help but think that maybe a charitable and softhearted debtor is preferable to the self-indulgent, intemperate sods your parents would see you tame.

Perhaps it’s just the wine, settling in a hazy fog over your better senses, but now, too, you let your eyes linger on him across the crowded dance hall. And you must admit that, from a distance, his imperfections don’t stand out so clearly as the soft waves of his blond hair, or the out-of-season yet artfully stylish cut of his jacket.

It doesn’t take him long to notice your gaze, and his reaction is as unsubtle as you might expect from a man so guileless as he. Like sunlight breaking through the clouds on a winter’s day, a smile, shy and unassuming yet as genuine as you’ve ever seen, settles on his face.

Before you’ve had time to consider the wisdom of your choices, the Master of Ceremonies has approached with your hapless bachelor in tow.

“Kaveh, Earl of Kshahrewar, would like to request a dance with the lady.”

You take his outstretched hand, your free hand fluttering to rest on the strands of pearls at your neck as he leads you out to the dance floor into a brisk foxtrot. For a while, you dance in silence, each allowing the footwork and the music to ease your discomfort until the orchestra fades into a waltz.

“My lady seems nervous,” he says, his voice so halting as to be hardly audible over even this soft melody. “If you’d like, I can–”

“It’s quite alright,” you say hurriedly. “I suppose I’m just prone to thinking too much.”

His hand, resting lightly in the small of your back, relaxes slightly as he smiles at you in relief.

“One thing we have in common, then.”

You smile back, although you aren’t really listening to his words. You’re more interested in the way the lamplight catches his eyes, and you have to wonder how you’ve never noticed their brilliance.

“You dance better than I’d expected,” you admit.

The laugh he offers in return is light and easy, and fills you with a longing kind of unease as you realize how easily you could fall for this charming, pitiable man.

“It’s not a difficult task when one has such an inspiring partner as you.”

The Film Noir starring Rosaria

Somewhere outside the clouded windowpanes, you think, there must be happy people.

Children running through sunlit fields. Lovers embracing, knowing that a whole lifetime together lies ahead of them. A lion lying to rest with a lamb.

But the rain falls heavy in this city, and such happy stories were never meant for people like you, people so mired in the mud and grime of their pasts that no matter what they do, they’ll never get clean.

You get the sense that the woman sitting in front of you is the same, in that way.

Everything about your newly-retained Private Investigator from the hollows under her eyes to the cigarette that halfheartedly dangles from her lips screams complete and utter exhaustion. The kind of tiredness that can’t be undone by a good night’s sleep.

The scratch of her pen against paper doesn’t cease after a few quiet moments, so you fold your manicured hands on your knees and wait. She doesn’t seem like the sort to appreciate having her work interrupted, and you need so badly to have someone on your side that you would suffer much worse indignities than this.

Finally, she sets her pen down to look at you, cradling her chin in one gloved hand.

“So tell me, doll, what brings a pretty little thing like you to a place like this?”

You hesitate, sensing the warning in her tone. All that flirtation so clearly nothing more than a mask for your shared understanding that places like this leave no space for purity.

“I need your help proving my innocence.”

She watches you, a calculated look in her eyes as she takes in the prideful tilt of your chin and the unyielding fire in your eyes. After a long, uncomfortable moment, she leans back in her seat and takes a long drag from the cigarette.

“Keep going.”

So you tell her your story. How you realized one of your regulars at the diner you work in had become too attached, how you tried again and again to rebut his very public advances. How he met his untimely demise. How the neighbors and the cops all thought it was you, even when they couldn’t find any proof.

She takes it all in stride, although by the time you’ve reached your halfway point, you can already see her eyes clouding over–no doubt running through all the possibilities in her mind.

Finally, a long while after you’ve run out of words to express the turmoil in your heart, she speaks.

“And how am I supposed to believe I’m not wasting my time on this case?”

You look down at your folded hands, searching for the answer. She’s perceptive; you can tell as much just judging by the way she looks at you. Perceptive enough to see through any lies you might tell, no doubt.

Your only hope is that she might understand the truth.

“I don’t believe it’s a sin to do what you must to survive,” you say quietly. “All I want is to live a normal life.”

An evasive answer, but not a dishonest one.

She stands, the mannish contours of her suit hanging loose on her elegant frame, and circles behind you, and for a moment, you fear that all is lost. But, to your surprise, the tone of her answer is, while not exactly gentle, a sympathetic one.

“You should know that I don’t work charity cases.”

You close your eyes and breathe a soft sigh of relief before lifting your hand for her to inspect your middle finger: a ruby, so large it borders on obscene, framed in an ornate ring of gold.

“My mother’s,” you explain. “An antique.”

She leans over your shoulder to inspect the heirloom, so close that one of her soft, burgundy curls brushes against your cheek. You stay like that, motionless, for one brief, heart-stopping moment before Rosaria pulls away.

“Put your worries to bed, dollface. You’re safe in my hands.”

[water-to-drink]

Shopping Date

(Pairing): Dehya x gn!reader

(A/n): Saw one of her idle animations and I had to write this. I love this woman so much. And fuck those body type dressing guides

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Dehya loves shopping with you whenever she can get a day off

Life as a mercenary is a tough one and brings a great toll on her, and a source of relaxation for her is fashion and beauty products

If it wasn’t for the physical intensity of her line of work she would wear the flowy clothes she has, but she settled only for doing her makeup

But she has you as her fashion outlet

On off days you and Dehya go shopping for whatever, whether it be clothes, makeup, or perfumes and lotions. It’s all up to you

Relishes in the fact that you often ask for her advice in which article of clothing suits you better, and absolutely loves it when you let her make outfits

It doesn’t matter what body type you have or how tall or short you are she always finds clothes that suit you, those “dress according to your body type” guides be damned

If you don’t know how to apply makeup, Dehya’s got you. The makeup master is happy use her expertise to help you

She secretly loves doing your makeup, just having your face close to hers and the lipstick emphasizing your lips, it makes her want to smother your face in kisses. But she’ll wait until she finishes and sets everything so it doesn’t smudge too much

At the end of the day the two of you have way too many bags and boxes, a lot more than what you originally planned on bringing back

Dehya refuses to let you carry any of the bags or boxes, pulling teeth from a bear is a lot easier than trying to convince her to let you help her.

After a lot of persuasion she’ll finally give in but would give you the smallest /lightest bag

And if you tell her anything about it she’ll play dumb all the while thinking it wouldn’t be appropriate to have her liege carry heavy bags

[nerdonniie]

Dehya transmasc canon

[cerberels]

a kiss paints 1000 words - sumeru

tighnari: quick but sincere kisses. will give you a short kiss on his way to a job, as a way of saying “hi, i love you, i’ll always see you even when i’m busy, you’re always appreciated.” when he has a moment to slow down, he leaves sweet kisses all up and down your face, perhaps rubbing his nose with yours, or even nipping at your lip when he’s feeling a bit playful.

cyno: kisses with a lot of pressure. dutiful as he is, cyno doesn’t half-ass anything, especially when showing his adoration for you. he’ll fully take a moment to pause, look you in the eye with a softness in his expression, and kiss you as if it was his life’s purpose. his kisses say “you’re more than important to me, you’re my lifeblood, nothing will stand in my way of coming home to you.”

kaveh: has a bit of uncertainty to his kisses. though he seems like he has everything together on the surface, kaveh is quite insecure about his relationships and doesn’t want to chase you away. his eyes always ask for permission before he leans in to touch his lips to yours, and you can almost always feel him thinking “don’t go, i adore you, please don’t let this be too good to be true.”

alhaitham: kisses you like it’s an irrefutable fact. like he would be stupid to not do so. never questions kissing you, never thinks twice, never regrets it. his lips say “we belong together, nothing makes more sense than you and i, why would i possibly want anyone else.” showing you his love for you goes beyond trivial things like emotions or butterflies in his stomach, it’s not up for debate and is carved in his bones like the most basic knowledge there is.

dehya: her kisses are as fiery as her personality. if there’s one thing she’s got, it’s passion. she’ll pull you flush to her body, sliding her lips against yours with everything she’s got, no matter the occasion. the hands wandering down your body growl “you’re mine, i’ll protect you, don’t you worry about a thing as long as i’m around.” she’s certain and confident.

nilou: the sweetest kisses imaginable. a little shy, but meaningful and with purpose. like a cat sniffing your hand before nuzzling into it. her smile is content, and says “i’m glad it’s us, you make me happy, you make me feel like a person instead of a performance.” almost always breaks away with a giggle and a twinkle in her eye.

happy 3.6 i love the sumeru cast sm

[keiyx]

BIRTHDAY GIRL

genre: fluff!!

relationship: friends with benefits(?) —> lovers

summary: As today is Dehya’s birthday, you decided to go to Dehya’s birthday party! As soon as the time for the candle-blowing was over, you asked about her wish…which was to be with you. Forever and Ever.

April 7th

You were just reading a book when you suddenly turned to your calendar and realized that today was special day a.k.a Dehya’s birthday and as the good friend (with benefits) you already are, you decided to attend to her party! So, you quickly got off the bed and ran straight into the bathroom to change and get ready. You had also already prepared a gift for her beforehand (bracelet) which is already wrapped/packed with a cute red bow on top of it.

After finally what seemed like centuries of getting ready, you quickly grabbed your gift for her and you stuff and started walking to Dehya’s place. As you are walking your way there, you spot a vendor selling one of you and Dehya’s favorite snacks (barbecue) which led to you buying some for 650 mora, after that you continued your way to Dehya’s place as it seems that you have been too occupied to even notice you were late to the party! You quickly picked up the pace and ran.

chatter, chatter, chatter..

You arrived at Dehya’s party and surprised to see many people already there, you placed your gift on the table and went to Candace who is a good friend of yours, “Hey! I almost thought you weren’t coming.” said Candace, “Well I’m here now! Where’s the birthday girl??” you asked. “She is by the chocolate fountain.” Candace answered, you nod your head as a thank you and went to Dehya who seems to be having too much fun trying out the chocolate fountain. She turned instantly after you tapped on her shoulder, “Y/N, You came!” Dehya’s eyes sparkle in joy which immediately puts on a smile to your face. “Wouldn’t wanna miss it” you said, Dehya handed you some chocolate-dipped strawberries which you gladly accepted.

It is now time for Dehya to blow the candles and make her wish, as soon as she finishes blowing the candle, you immediately ran to her. “So…what did ya wish for??…” “You know it won’t work if I say it out loud.” She chuckles. “But, you are my best friend so I think I can make an exemption!” Dehya smiled happily.

You looked at her, “You know, I never really understood our relationship. One day we would hang out and be friends then the next day we would make out.” She states, “My wish was for you and me to actually date.” Your face turned to pink hue which made Dehya laugh. “So…ya up for it??”

You nodded your head, then Dehya’s figure suddenly moves closer to you- both of your faces a few centimeters apart…You both lock eyes, you gave her a small kiss on the lips. Her hands slowly moves to your neck as she kisses you again. Her wish came true because of you.

note : sorry if this is short,I kinda rushed…also happy birthday to Dehya!!