The calmness in his voice disappears immediately.One hand gripping your jaw gently, checking responsiveness while the other keeps your body steady against him.
He becomes terrifyingly focused.
No panic externally.
But his pulse is going insane.
“Look at me.”
“…”
“Open your eyes.”
The second you wake up?
He gets angry from relief.
“You’re telling me next time you feel unwell.”
Enjin
Enjin’s heart DROPS.Like actual stomach-turning fear.
He’s kneeling beside you instantly:
“Baby? Hey-hey.”
You’ve never heard him sound that serious before.
Usually smooth, playful Enjin?
Gone.
Now he’s checking your breathing, brushing hair away from your face with shaky hands while trying to stay calm.The moment you wake up he’s half relieved, half offended.
“Do NOT scare me like that again.”
“You sound stressed.”
“I AM.”
Gris Rubion
Gris freezes for exactly half a second.Then switches into full efficiency mode.
Checks pulse.
Breathing.
Possible injuries.
What caused it.
But despite the logical actions, his expression gives him away completely.He looks genuinely frightened.Especially if your body goes limp against him.
When you wake up?
He’s unusually quiet for a while afterward.
Rudo Surebrec (older)
Older Rudo catches you HARD against his chest.
“Shit-”
The curse slips out immediately.He keeps calling your name over and over in that low rough voice while trying to wake you.And if somebody nearby isn’t helping fast enough? Oh he gets MEAN.
“Move.”
“Get water.”
“NOW.”
The relief when you finally stir is visible all over his face.
Then he immediately starts scolding you.
Zanka Nijiku (older)
Zanka goes ice cold.
Not emotionally.
Mentally.
Everything sharpens instantly.He lowers you carefully, checks your condition, starts calculating possible causes immediately.But the second you don’t respond fast enough?
His composure cracks.
“Y/N.”
Again. Sharper this time.
The moment you wake up and look confused?
This man exhales like he’s been holding his breath for years.
He taps your cheek lightly, voice getting sharper every second you don’t respond.
The moment you wake up?
This man laughs shakily from relief before hugging you so hard you almost pass out again.
Bundus Begalkeit
Bundus was JUST talking and turned around when he heard something drop. He looks over and see you on the ground. He used a hand to pick you up and place you on the couch.
“Can you hear me?”
“Y/n?”
The fear in his eyes is awful because it’s so sincere.Afterward he hovers constantly.
You stand up too quickly?
He’s already reaching toward you nervously.
Fu Orostor
Fu goes frighteningly still.
The kind of stillness that means panic is being compressed violently underneath.He lifts you carefully, checks for injuries, keeps one hand against your pulse the whole time.
And when you wake up? He visibly relaxes all at once.Like tension physically leaves his body.
Gountess Knock
Oh this poor man panics SO badly.
“Y/n??”
His voice actually cracks.
He’s terrified to touch you too roughly but also terrified to let go.The second you wake up he almost looks emotional.Like genuinely close to tears from relief.
And afterward?
He follows you around all day asking:
“Are you dizzy?”
“Do you need water?”
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
After a night of heavy drinking you wake up to the worst headache known to mankind, a ball of nausea sitting in your belly, and a ring on your finger. You know clearly where the first two came from but the shiny band? Yeah, that one completely stumps you. Looking around your place you see that you're alone, except for a marriage certificate with unreadable signatures and a Polaroid of a group of Cleaners.
You're the only one showing of a ring so you have no idea who in the image is your spouse, how you got married or by whom but at least the photo is a lead. So getting and answer and annulment should be easy.....right?
Tamsy would gaslight you about your anniversary but take you out on the nicest date while thinking about what he can get later.
They are definitely the type to make things transactional and use the "If you love me you would xyz"
Does have a tendency for gift giving and will always know what to get you since he watches you like an experiment.
Gives midnight shoebill energy.
Really likes someone who is either very much into his plan for Rudo or someone who doesn't look past surface level on the things he does or is oblivious.
If he's really in love he will watch you more, wanting to know what makes you tick, what he can do to bring you to your fullest potential even if said methods aren't the best.
Occasionally has you interact with Rudo to see how bonds with his companion affect him. Depending on the outcome you either become the aunt/uncle of the kid or you only have limited interactions.
Zodyl probably just as mysterious as Corvus but on a manic scale.
He obsesses over the Triple R set and the sphere more than he should and it concerns you at first but you are nothing but loyal to him even if things aren't how you imagined.
Just as much as he obsesses over that he obsesses over you. He behaves almost like a starved hunting dog just before the leash is dropped.
He knows you'll do as asked but will never give you a mission that goes against your morals. He knows your strengths and won't stand for hesitations even from you.
He won't shield you from what he does but he won't go out of his way to explain himself either.
There are days where he seems more absent than usual. Watching a screen of static as if it speaks to him and he is the utterly devoted believer. Those days coaxing him away from it is best, even if you have to do it by bringing in loose information or other distractions.
There are few times you'll ever see the dullness fade from his eyes but you cherish him wholly even if he is more distant from you than you'd like.
Don't ever let Jabber see you depressed over this mfer because he'll just laugh.
Enjin will do minor things to make you irritated. Not enough to make you leave but enough to piss you off so he can get yelled at, give you small little insincere apologies (you know he's going to do it again) and watch you give him a pout or a little smile when he finally gets your forgiveness. (Insert it's like a reward meme).
Definitely would take care of you in a way that doesn't encroach on your independence and delights in you telling him about the crazy shit you get up to.
Doesn't like the soft uwu girl shit. Wants someone that could slap the shit out of him when he's in the wrong and will still leave supplies to fix umbreaker next to the couch he'll be sleeping on that night.
Gets a bit restless if you bring up kids (even if you don't want em, if you mention a kid is adorable in passing he just ugh). He don't want em. Specially with the life he lives. He gets enough of the brats on his team and they're already out of theyre troublesome twos.
Appreciates how you can be a bit stern with the younger folks and even the other adults.
He trusts your instincts and wouldn't question you if it was important but he definitely will when it comes to getting on your last nerve.
Corvus is mysterious in every way. People don't know much about him. Semiu being one of the few odd ones out but she barely even knows y'all are together. Y'all definitely don't act like it but she is way too observant to not notice eventually.
You are a cleaner from a different branch so you don't see each other often but even if you were in the same branch vacation days are few and far in between and when he isn't in office he ain't always with you.
You understand he is doing his best to keep things running smoothly but sometimes you look at all the paperwork Semiu has to do when he's out and grieve her piece of mind for her.
When you're together he clings to you like a child to a teddy bear. Hand always in yours or at your lower back. He appreciates your independence because he knows he doesn't need to feel guilty when either of you has to leave.
He worries for you always but is the first to gas you up by subtle displays of confidence in your skill.
You use his hair as a form of meditation. Can't say you haven't cried while giving him a retwist because of a mission gone wrong. But he'll never say anything about it.
Helps you on the worst days just like you give him what he needs on his.
Relationship is very much the epitome of "the little things".
He's okay when it comes to communication but you know he hides many things from you, especially once Rudo comes through. He starts changing a bit but never to the point where it negatively affects you. Though you are concerned about his recent behavior visiting a recovering Follo.
Gris is very dedicated to his work as a supporter and older brother figure to the younger kids but damn does that man need a break.
He is honestly not a bad romantic partner but there does tend to be a lot of distance when it comes to work.
He takes care of his job first but will always treat you as priority when you're around.
He can't have someone who is too clingy just because of the nature of his job. Sometimes he's gone for days at a time or heavily injured and he can't have someone freaking out and can't hold down the fort if he isn't home on time.
Man will treat you like an angel and is very tactile with his affection. If you're not part of the cleaners and are a civilian he might have you stay in headquarters anyways once you reached that stage if you aren't opposed to it.
Likes that you can be soft when he needs it and his rock when he can't handle it.
Very good at communicating.
Semiu is on equal spots with Gris and we love her but you'd wish she would stop leaving the nudey mags everywhere. You'd have a friend over at one point and they found one stuffed behind the couch pillow and it had a sticky note on a page saying try this soon. You fuckin embarrassed but had fun with it much later.
She's not the type to deal with hard headed brats in her own home. She already has to deal with Enjin enough as is. But she ain't the mommy type either.
She's dedicated and will hang up in Corvus' face if he asks for off hour work and it ain't important cause she's spending time with you.
She likes the domestic vibes you bring to her life. You tend to do something fun whenever she can catch a break since she is mainly stuck at HQ all the time.
She can be a bitch to argue with but she rarely starts em. She'll make her point then leave you be. Ain't no point in senseless fighting. Waste of time and energy.
Good communicator #2.
Delmon is a giant of a man and at first you thought he was a little much but seeing how passionate he is about the well-being of the others drew you in.
After getting to know you more he tells you about what happened in his past with his wife and how he became a cleaner. The man is a widower and holds his grief close to his chest. He would do his best to make sure that it wouldn't overshadow his treatment of you.
He is very protective of you but he does his best not to be overbearing. Gives you space but loves doing little things for you.
If you are the gardening type even better.
He sets you up closer to HQ just in case but knows even if the cleaners ain't around that you can take care of yourself to an extent.
For some reason though you tend to stray away from HQ but whenever he brings the cleaners over for a family dinner you're always welcoming and taking care of everyone. Even going as far to leave out extra supplies just in case folks stay the night.
He treats you so well. Cherishing you and being the devoted giant that he is.
Works hard with you to figure out a way to get shit growing and almost cries when the first sprout comes through.
Would build you a giant greenhouse if he could but he gives you every little moment he has.
Appreciates how you try to match his passion but doesn't take away from your quiet time.
Throws a party at HQ. He makes a special request to the Vianders to bring your favorite meal. He sits next to you arm around your waist the whole night.
After the party he takes you up to the roof to talk about life, your dreams, things that make you happy.
Gifts you a locket with a picture of you both together. Puts it on you and kisses you deeply with a promise to always love you.
Enjin:
Takes you to lunch and surprises you with a card that has a very sentimental message inside. It makes you cry.
Will take you anywhere you want to do, long drive? Doesn’t matter, he just wants to spend the time with you. Holds your thigh the whole drive.
Got you one of your favorite artists' new albums, signed. Don’t ask him how much it was he won’t tell you. Inside the case is also a Polaroid of both of you.
Semiu:
She takes you dancing, if you have two left feet it’s more dancing lessons. She’s pulling you close and talking to you sweetly.
Takes you to dinner after, something light so you can go to a different spot for a sweet treat. Holds your hand the whole night.
Got you matching brackets, the same gold as her treasure. Expresses that you mean a lot to her, even more than her treasure.
Gris:
Makes you breakfast in bed. Asks Folo for help picking out a stuffed animal. Gives you a full body massage.
Has you pick out a movie and you both cuddle in bed while watching it together. Brought your favorite snacks and drinks.
Gifts you things you need for a hobby of yours. Beads, pencils, paints, crochet hooks, knitting needles, fabrics. Doesn’t matter what the hobby is, he's supporting it.
Bro:
He, Dear, and Guita throw you a very colorful birthday party in the common room. Hand made decorations, the whole nine.
After the kids are set up for bed he takes you on a romantic dinner, your favorite place or one you’ve been obsessed with recently.
He got you a bracelet with the birthstones of the kids inlaid. You also got two bonus handmade gifts from the kids.
Gountess:
Took you to a Too Lily Concert where she made a special shoutout just for you. She even gave you a signed CD and poster.
After the concert he takes you to a secluded area watch the sun go down. Kisses your hand and promises to make each day you spend together memorable.
He got you an engagement ring. He proposes with tears in his eyes, his life was stolen from him for years, he’d be happy to spend the rest with you.
Kyouka:
Took the day off to spend it with you. Expensive dinner spot, whatever you want. Smiling at you tenderly the whole night.
When you return home she’s had the whole bedroom redecorated in rose petals, real ones, and an oil painting of the two of you commissioned from the best oil artist in Canvas Town.
Got you very fancy traditional clothing to wear. It has her family crest on it. Even if you’re not married she’s sure you’ll be the person she spends the rest of her life with.
Tomme:
Takes you to karaoke! A private room just the two of you, a couple close friends if you want. Sings you a love song that reminds her of you.
After she takes you to a couples bath house. You soak in the hot bath side by side. She rubs your favorite scents into your skin and kisses every freckle, scar, or birthmark.
She gifted you a personal poem she stressed over for weeks. It’s written out on a beautiful decorative paper.
Tamsy:
Takes you rollerblading, even if you're clumsy he’s keen to teach you. By the end you’re pretty good at balancing yourself.
Later he takes you to your favorite stores, spoiling you and pointing out things he thinks you’ll enjoy. Tells you to ignore price tags for the day.
Even after spending so much he still has one gift left. Something meaningful. He unraveled a string of thread from Tokushin and tied it around your wrist as a bracelet. Tells you to never take it off as it’s a sign of how you’re his love. Not just to him but to others…
Delmon:
Takes you on a picnic in his garden. Chats with you happily about your week. Thanks you for how happy you’ve made him, helping him move on when he thought he never would.
Continues the afternoon in the garden by teaching you how to press flowers and how to make flower crowns out of dandelions.
Got you a personalized bouquet and tells you what each means though the language of flowers. Also spent a long time growing a large patch of your favorite flower so you have your own favorite spot in the garden.
Mildretta:
Takes you out to the late night food stalls to try new things. By the time you both are done you’re full so full! She thinks you’re cute when you get excited over the stuff you like.
Take you to your favorite clothing store to pick out a new outfit, she has you model them while she wolf whistles and promises you.
Gifted you some very stunning boudoir photos of herself. She knows she looks good in them and smirks at your flushed expression.
Here's a big, juicy batch of headcanons for the Pinkie-Jester-Cardcaptor!Reader in the Gachiakuta universe—how they hate you, how they break, and how they become utterly, irreversibly obsessed.
Chapter one.
🃏 The Jester Reader: Basics
· You're a reincarnated soul who remembers "a past life" that let you witness all their stories like a show.
· Your power set is Cardcaptor Sakura–style: a deck of sentient, magical cards with their own personalities. You can summon them with a flourish of your jester's scepter.
· You have a Pinkie Pie energy: fourth-wall awareness, sudden musical numbers, sweets out of nowhere, and the uncanny ability to appear right behind someone.
· You call out trauma not to be cruel, but because you genuinely forget they don't know you already love them. You're just... skipping to the part where you're besties.
🖤 Rudo Surebrec
H A T E
· He loathes your levity. You make jokes while he's seething, pull out the Flower card to shower him in petals mid-rant. He once tried to break your scepter. You just pulled out The Shield and giggled.
· The breaking point: you hummed a lullaby only Regto sang to him. He pinned you by the collar, screaming: "WHO TOLD YOU THAT?" You just tilted your head, smile soft: “No one. I was there, remember?”
Ob s e s s i o n
· Now? He can't sleep without hearing that lullaby. He'll never ask for it, but he'll sit closer to the fire at night, glaring at you until you start humming.
· He hoards every little trinket your cards make—a leaf, a ribbon, a conjured candy wrapper. Keeps them in his glove.
· If a Trash Beast so much as grazes you, he goes feral. Full black-out rage mode. You have to use The Sleep card to calm him, and he clings to your jester cape in his dreams.
☂️ Enjin
H A T E
· You're a variable. An unpredictability. And worst of all—you know why he really hates the rain. You asked once, innocently: "Does it still smell like smoke to you, or just water now?" He froze mid-step in a downpour and didn't speak to you for a week.
· He tried to logic you out of his life. Assigned you the most boring, tedious missions. You completed them with The Dash and The Create in five minutes, then built a pillow fort.
Ob s e s s i o n
· His obsession is quiet and absolute. He catalogues your cards in a private journal. Knows every single one, their "personalities," their weaknesses.
· On rainy days, he'll appear beside you with Umbreaker, holding it over your head even if you're already indoors.
· He once told Tamsy with terrifying calm: "The Jester is off the mission roster. Permanently." You're too valuable to risk. He'll manipulate entire operations just to keep you in his line of sight.
✂️ Riyo
H A T E
· You called her a "fractured glass ballerina" with the biggest, saddest eyes she'd ever seen on a smiling face. Her scissors were at your throat in a heartbeat.
· She hated how you saw through her "cute and clumsy" act. You once played The Mirror card to show her own reflection mid-battle, pointing out a dodging pattern she thought no one noticed.
Ob s e s s i o n
· Now she's your shadow. You're the first person she's ever shown her real smile to—the sharp, tired, real one.
· She makes you matching accessories. A jester hat with hidden razor wire. Bells that chime with a paralytic agent. "If you're going to be annoying, at least be protected."
· Gets physically between you and anyone who makes you frown. Even Rudo. Especially Rudo. She loves him like a brother, but your smile is hers to protect.
🏒 Zanka
H A T E
· You embody the "genius" archetype he resents—power without effort. He trained until his bones broke; you wave a wand and summon a storm.
· You once called him "the clockmaker's son who never felt like enough." He trashed an entire training room. Refused to look at you for days.
Ob s e s s i o n
· He's your reluctant, grumpy mentor figure now. He still yells, still corrects your footing—but his hands are always gentle when adjusting your stance.
· He secretly builds tiny maintenance tools for your scepter. Leaves them in your quarters without a note. If you thank him, he turns bright red and tells you to "shut up and train."
· He has a recurring nightmare of you disappearing into the Pit. Wakes up gasping, and the only thing that calms him is hearing your jingle bells somewhere in the compound.
🩸 Jabber
H A T E
· You were a delight... to break. He savored the idea of silencing your laughter. But then you turned his neurotoxin into caramel with The Sweet and booped his nose. "You taste like cherry pit, did you know?"
· He seethed. You weren't scared. You weren't sane. You were like looking into a funhouse mirror.
Ob s e s s i o n
· He's your "playmate." The only one who matches your chaos with violence. He'll ambush you just to see which card you'll use. It's his favorite game.
· He once ripped a card in half. You cried. He felt... wrong. Panicked, inside, for reasons he can't articulate. He spent three days tracking the pieces and handed them back silently. You repaired it with The Fix and kissed his forehead. He didn't sleep for a week.
· Calls you "my Jester" with teeth-grinding possessiveness. Anyone else touches you, they lose limbs. Slowly.
🌸 Delmon
H A T E
· You were too loud, too chaotic around his precious, gentle heart. He saw you as a threat to his family, his peace.
· You once said, "The loudest ones are always hiding the quietest grief," while staring directly at his flower. He almost crushed you in his palm.
Ob s e s s i o n
· Now, you're the only one he lets tend his flower. You use The Wood card to help it bloom. He weeps openly, a giant man reduced to sobs by a jester's kindness.
· He carries you on his shoulder during long marches. You braid flowers into his hair. He's your immovable, protective giant.
· If you're sad, the whole compound feels it. He'll stand behind you, arms crossed, daring the world to make you frown again.
🕰️ Zodyl
H A T E
· An anomaly with knowledge of the Sphere? Of the land beyond? You were a glitch in his perfect logic. He tried to debunk you, interrogate you, dissect your origin.
· You called him "the stargazer who's too scared to leave the cage." You saw his ambition as fear. He calmly began drafting containment protocols for you.
Ob s e s s i o n
· His obsession is intellectual and chillingly tender. He asks for daily "sessions" where he records everything you know. You braid his hair while reciting old world stories. He pretends to tolerate it; he never misses a single one.
· He'll redirect Raider resources just to protect you. "She's a strategic asset." Everyone knows it's more.
· You're the only person he allows to interrupt his thinking. The only person who's ever said, "You're lonely," and lived. Now, he saves a seat for you in every plan.
🌑 Tamsy Caines (The Watchman)
H A T E
· You knew. From day one. You waved at him in the shadows. Called him "Angel" with a wink that froze his blood. He tried to rewrite your memory. The Illusion card reflected it back. You just giggled: "Silly, you can't unwrite a story I've already read."
· He hated you. You were the one person he couldn't control.
Ob s e s s i o n
· He's your secret keeper in reverse. He's obsessed with finding the limits of your knowledge, the "book" of you he can't read. He appears when you're alone, just to "chat."
· He leaves thread messages on your pillow: "Goodnight, Jester." "Did you dream of me?" "I won't erase you. I promise."
· He's the one who, in a final twist, would burn the whole world down if someone else tried to take you from him. You're his mystery, not theirs.
💔 Chiwa
H A T E
· She avoided you. You radiated a joy she felt she didn't deserve. She heard you laugh and saw everything she'd thrown away.
· You once said, "Guilt is just love with no place to go," and held her hand. She ripped it away and ran. She hated that you made her hope.
Ob s e s s i o n
· Now, she's your quiet devotee. She follows at a distance, ensuring your path is safe. Leaves wildflowers where you'll sit.
· You're the only one she's ever apologized to out loud. You just hugged her and said, "I know. I've been waiting for you to catch up." She sobbed for hours.
· She polishes your bells every night. It's her penance, her prayer, her way of saying: I'll never throw you away.
🎭 BONUS GROUP HEADCANONS
· The Jester's Tea Party: Once a week, all bets are off. You summon The Banquet card, and everyone—Cleaners, Raiders, even Jabber—sits at a table. No fighting. Only tea, sweets, and unbearable tension. Enjin and Zodyl have silent stare-downs over crumpets.
· The Bell Warning: You've given each of them a tiny bell. If it rings, it means you're in danger. They'll come running from anywhere. Rudo once burst through a wall. Delmon broke a gate. Tamsy materialized from thin air. All because your bell jingled while you tripped on a rock.
· The Obsession Threshold: There's an unspoken rule—no one monopolizes the Jester. But they all try. Daily. You're the sun in a solar system of broken, possessive planets, and honestly? You're having the best time.
Can I pls get a fic for my slightly to fully underrated boys: delmon, bro santa, fu, follo, (and any other underrated boys you want to add)....can the theme be how they share there hobbies with reader?✨️✨️✨️💜
Pairings: Delmon, Bro Santa, Fu, Follo x gn!reader
Warning: These characters being underrated
Genre: Pure Fluff
A/N: Always here for the unpopular folks! Took me a few days tryna come up with something (for delmon and bro santa) since their characters aren’t largely explored, so I just gotta hope they’re in character as possible in these scenarios!
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Teach me yours
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It’s hard to tell if Delmon even knows how loud he is.
The answer’s no, by the way— he doesn’t.
You were sitting beside him on the edge of a broken concrete slab at the Cleaners’ base, trying to show him one of your hobbies; painting rocks. The sunset was hitting the grime of the Ground just right, making everything look like copper fire. It was quiet…or it was quiet, until he opened his mouth.
“WOW, YOU’RE REALLY GOOD AT THAT!”
You nearly dropped your paintbrush. “Delmon, babe—volume. Volume.” One could wonder how both you and Tamsy could handle this guy being you’re both quiet yourselves.
“HUH?!” He blinked, genuinely confused, grin wide as ever. “I SAID YOU’RE REALLY GOOD AT THAT!”
You put the brush down, sighed dramatically, and muttered, “I know. The whole Ground knows now.”
He laughed, the sound booming across the area. You swear you saw a bird flinch in the distance. He leaned in closer and squinted at your painting like he was analyzing a priceless artifact. “What’s that supposed to be?”
“It’s supposed to be you,” you said, rolling your eyes fondly. The rock had a messy version of his face painted on it. “But if you keep yelling, I’ll stuff your mouth. And not in that way.”
Delmon threw his head back and laughed. “I APOLOGIZE!” He calmed down. “I’m just filled with so much...energy! You know that!”
You groaned, painting a bright red streak across the middle of the rock, but you couldn’t help smiling. The mans energy was infectious. He picked up one of your older painted pieces, squinting at it like he was genuinely fascinated.
“Hey, you ever try using water to change the colors? It would look even more beautiful!”
“I don’t have—”
He raised a large finger, grin sharpening. “DON’T WORRY, I GOT IT!”
And before you could say another word, pshhhhhhh, he unleashed a thin stream of water from his Jinki. It arched perfectly through the air and splashed onto your little palette, sending paint running together in an unexpected swirl of blues and greens.
You glared at him. “Delmon.” He froze.
“You just drowned my sunset.”
He looked at the dripping mess on your palette and then back at you, shoulders shaking. “…IT’S A WET SUNSET NOW!”
You snorted despite yourself. He immediately looked proud of that reaction. “See? You like it!”
You crossed your arms. “I didn’t say that.”
“YOU LAUGHED!”
You gave up, setting your brush down and smudging a long streak of blue paint onto his cheek. “Now we’re even.”
He blinked once, processing the attack. Then, in that big, booming voice, “HA! NICE TRY!” He scooped up a handful of damp paint and gently dabbed it right onto your cheeks, grinning like a kid caught red-handed.
“Now you’re part of the art too!”
You groaned again, though your cheeks were already hurting from smiling so hard.
The rest of the evening turned into chaos— water splashes, paint splatters, a lot of shouting (mostly from him), and an occasional “WAIT DON’T MOVE” followed by an even louder “I SAID DON’T MOVE!”
When you both finally stopped, covered in streaks of color and laughing, you leaned against his shoulder.
“You ever do anything quiet?” you mumbled.
“No!” he replied instantly, then grinned sheepishly. “Well…sometimes. When you’re asleep.”
“Aw, how sweet,” you said dryly. “You let me have my peace.”
“YUP! ONLY THEN! BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!”
You gave him a look. “You don’t have to yell that part, you know.”
“I’M NOT YELLING!”
“Delmon.”
“Okay listen...I can’t help myself,” he said, lowering his voice one notch— which was still basically a normal person’s shout.
Eh, but honestly? You didn’t mind it. The world was loud and messy anyway. Might as well love someone who fits right in. Plus you love passionate people. He was right that he couldn’t help it, he wears his heart on his sleeve.
For Delmon, it felt nice to partake in your hobbies. He has many himself but the main one is gardening...though there isn’t much vegetation in this area so he had to make do with what he had.
You and Bro Santa sit in a corner of the Team Child lounge-area, a rickety wooden table between you. On the table: an old board game— one of those strategy scrap-games made from reused chipboards and bottle caps. Bro found it during a junk-raid run and insisted you learn how to play.
Bro shifts his massive frame, hair tied back in that ponytail, bandana wrapped firmly around his head. The green cloth with navy “eye-patterns” is his jinki “Cloth” manifesting faint wrinkles around the edges. He clears his throat.
“Alright,” he says, voice calm but warm. “This game’s called Reclaim & Rebuild. You capture zones, use scraps to build up resources, and, you know—trash beasts can turn zones back if you don’t defend them.” He taps the board. “I figured you’d like the metaphor.”
You grin, picking up a recycling token. “I like trash beasts being part of the game. Makes it more us.”
Bro chuckles, nodding. “Exactly. So I thought…maybe we play tonight.”
You lean forward, studying the board. “What’s your cheat-strategy here?”
He smiles. “No cheat. Just patience. I like the slow build. You strike strong when you’ve got the scraps stacked. Same as in real fights.”
You nod, moving your piece. “Okay…I’m going this way.” You place your token on a zone of debris. “You going to block me?”
Bro leans closer, eyes shining. “I might. Or I might let you take it, then take the next two. It’ll surprise you.”
You laugh. “You’re sneaky.”
He shrugs, grin gentle. “Better than flashy. Besides—I like seeing you think. You always think.”
You pick up a card. “Trash Beast ambush? Wowie, that stings.”
As the game progresses, Bro tells you stories of his hobby: the board games he plays with Dear Santa after missions, how he finds pieces in the junk-fields, adapts them into game parts, how the board is a way for him to unwind but also keep the mind sharp.
You listen, enthralled. He shows you how a “scrap-card” works: you flip it and draw a card that might say “Trash Beast ambush: lose a zone unless you discard two scraps.”
Bro shrugs. “That’s life down here. You react. Always expect the ambush.”
You meet his gaze. “Thanks for teaching me this.”
He leans his head slightly. “I’m glad you wanted to. You’re a part of this—with me.”
You lean your head on his shoulder, small but meaningful. He doesn’t pull away. He wraps one of his giant arms around you—gentle, protective—but his other hand still hovers near the board pieces, ready.
“Want to make a rule,” he says quietly. “Whenever you win, you get to pick the next game piece. And I’ll let you design part of the board.”
You grin. “Deal.”
He nods, eyes soft. “And if you lose…you make me breakfast.”
You mock-groan. “Oh no. I’ll win then.”
Bro laughs, a deep, calming sound. “Good. Because I enjoy this. Enjoy you.”
You smile wider. “Same.”
The board game ends. You win by a narrow margin. Bro claps once, calm pride lit in his eyes. You jump up, triumphant, then collapse back into his side.
He ruffles your hair. “Next time I take you serious. But for now—your win.”
You laugh, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you, babe.”
He holds you, his heart settled. And in that moment, the junk-filled world outside fades just a little.
Because he shared his hobby. And you shared that moment with him.
You find Fu crouched near a pile of discarded machinery just outside the base. The sun is setting. You’re here because you said you’d help him with something— he didn’t say what, and when you arrived he didn’t greet you with a “Hi, I’ll wait for orders”— instead, his eyes are fixated on a rusted gear half-buried in soot.
“Hey Fufu,” you greet affectionately, stepping beside him.
Fu starts, then forces a smile. “Oh— hey. Didn’t hear you come up.” He lifts the gear. “Look at this! Found it inside that collapsed conveyor belt at the Pit’s edge.”
You crouch beside him. “Nice find.” You run your fingers along the gear’s teeth. “What’re you doing with it?”
“Uh… just cleaning it up. Thought maybe I could use it…for something.” His voice is low—uncertain.
You raise a brow. “Something useful? Or something fun?”
He glances over, cheeks slightly pink. “Both.” He sets the gear aside and takes out a small spray bottle, lightly misting the metal. Then he produces a tiny tool-set from his bag—pliers, a micro-torch, a rag. You didn’t know he collected this kind of gear.
You lean in, intrigued. “You fix stuff?”
He nods, shy. “Yes. I…I like making things work again. Even when they’re broken beyond hope.” He turns to you. “You want to help?”
“Sure,” you say, smiling. “Can you teach me?”
What! Fu was so excited but nervous! He got to play teacher for the first time ever! When he was with the raiders, they didn’t care of his whereabouts unless he needed to be given orders.
So this was the first time he got to direct someone. Since you were his partner, it felt really intimate and nice. Community was nice. Hii didn’t even interupt from where he was. Fu made sure not to mess up.
Over the next hour, he shows you what he does: how to gently tap out dents, how the gears interlock, how a little oil in the right place can bring life back to something dead.
As you hand him a bolt, you notice how watchful he is: the way his eyebrows knit when something isn’t aligning, the way his fingers tremble slightly before he steadies them. He isn’t confident, but he cares. A lot.
At one point he stops, steps back, and looks at what you both accomplished: a small contraption flickering to life.
“Wow,” you say softly. “This is good!”
He swallows. “Thank you.” He hesitates, then adds: “I…like doing this with you.”
You grin wider. “Me too. You have so much potential. Keep doing good things, take charge, there’s no need to wait on orders, love."
Fu blushed. He felt so happy, and lucky to have someone like you. To this day, he didn’t understand how he got the luck of the draw. Though with your support and the others, he knew he be able to deal with his anxiety better.
“Hey,” he says quiet. “Thank you…for helping me.”
You put a hand on his shoulder. “Anytime love.”
The training room’s lights are dimmed to “after-hours” mode: a few overhead bulbs flicker, the rest are off, and the hum of equipment winding down echoes softly. You and Follo are the only ones here; everyone else has gone to the mess hall or back to quarters. The silence feels like an invitation.
Follo pulls off his gloves, sets his hammer Alan against a rack, and takes a breath. “Hey, do you wanna try something different tonight?” he asks, voice quiet. You look up from where you’re leaning against the wall, boots crossed. “Hm? Different how?” you respond.
He shrugs, slightly impish. “Calligraphy.”
You raise an eyebrow. “Calligraphy? Since when do you do that?”
“Since…well, all my life.” He scans the room. “I would write a lot of letters to an...old friend of mine. Overtime, I just really enjoyed writing to the point I tried different writing styles, hence calligraphy."
You grin. “I wouldn’t have pictured you doing that. Although it does make sense.”
He laughs, soft and self-conscious. “I like how it forces me to slow down. All the mission rush, adrenaline, leftover scars—it never leaves, you know?”
You nod. “I get that.”
Follo steps toward a low bench, pulls two small boards from under it. Each board has a sheet of thick paper and a ink brush set. He hands one to you. “Try it. I’ll show you.”
You take the brush, looking at the ink pot. It smells like rain on metal and something sharp. Follo watches, his orange eyes catching the lamplight. You dip the brush, the surface ripples. You make your first stroke: bold, a little shaky.
Follo sets his board next to yours and starts slowly. His strokes are measured. They trace characters in an elegant script. Your strokes are rougher but honest. He glances at you and says quietly, “Your hand’s steadier than I thought.”
You grin. “I just care about what I’m writing.”
He doesn’t respond for a moment. Then: “What are you writing?”
You look down: the character you drew means “respite” in some old script. “Respite,” you say. “Because that’s what this feels like right now.”
Follo nods. He traces a similar character, ending it with a flourish. Then he sets the brush down and leans back. “I like this. I’d like us doing this more.”
Your heart warms. “Together?”
He meets your gaze and nods. “Yeah. Because it’s time I show you more of me. So I want you to indulge in some of my hobbies.”
You lean closer, brush still in hand. “That’s so nice..”
“Not just nice.” He shifts so he’s sitting beside you. “Important.”
You finish your paper, set it aside, and the two of you just sit. Neither of you picking up another brush for a minute. You needed a moment before continuing.
After a while you say, “You ever show this to anyone else?”
Follo shakes his head. “No. It’s…private. I picked up this hobby during a sad point in my life.”
You smile softly. “Then I’m honored you’re sharing it with me.”
He looks at you with devotion in his eyes, then leans closer. So do you. Your lips connect. You both smile in the kiss.
There really is a silver lining to living on the ground.
Regarding the last request, uh... Forget about that one! (I confused your theme with that of a Genshin blog I follow, sorry)
Finally!! Rephrasing because I'm an idiot. Could you write something inspired by this titkok for Gachiakuta?
The woman keeps repeating how handsome her boyfriend is. That's it.
Reader doesn't need to be Brazilian! You can leave the nationality ambiguous and just have Reader be affectionate (even overly so) :))
Sorry for the confusion again, I hope you have an amazing day/night! Xoxo
Gachiakuta: ''My Man,My Man, My Man-''
Shay: Girl I wish i could write about Genshin. Like i played it but it took so much storage in my phone,and the updates, i dropped it. But no worries,I got on the job and cooked a well seasoned fic for you.
Shout out to you @melzitlis!
You’re walking beside him and suddenly:
“You’re so handsome.”
“…You said that already.”
“I know. Still true.”
He gives you this long look like he’s trying to figure out whether you’re joking.
You are not.
The WORST part is when you say it casually under your breath.
Like it just slips out naturally.You’ll be watching him roll up his sleeves and suddenly:
“God you’re pretty.”
“…Pretty?”
Now he’s annoyed because he liked that more than “handsome.”
Enjin
Enjin eats it UP.
“Oh? Keep going.”
You absolutely do.
“That face card is insane.”
“I know.”
“Your jawline makes me sick.”
“Continue.”
This becomes his favorite hobby.
He starts dressing nicer on purpose just to hear your reactions.But sometimes you’ll say it SO sincerely that he actually gets flustered.
Especially if you cup his face gently while saying it quietly:
“You’re really beautiful, you know that?”
Now he’s staring at you like YOU’RE the dangerous one.
Gris Rubion
Gris has no idea how to respond.
“You’re handsome.”
“…Thank you.”
Five minutes later:
“You’re actually ridiculously handsome.”
“…You mentioned that already.”
But internally?
This man is malfunctioning.
Especially because you notice specific things.
“The shape of your eyes is pretty.”
“You look nice when you’re concentrating.”
“I like your hands.”
WHO ALLOWED YOU TO OBSERVE HIM THIS CLOSELY??
Rudo Surebrec (older)
Older Rudo gets embarrassed in the most lowkey way possible.
You’ll just stare at him openly.
“What?”
“You’re handsome.”
He rolls his eyes but the corners of his mouth twitch upward immediately.You saying it in public is WORSE.
He’ll be literally fixing something and hear:
“That’s my fine ass man right there.”
“…Can you behave?”
“No.”
Absolutely impossible for him to hide how much he enjoys it eventually.
Zanka Nijiku (older)
Zanka short-circuits from consistent praise.
Not because nobody compliments him because YOU sound genuinely awestruck every single time.
“You look handsome today.”
“…I’m wearing the same thing as yesterday.”
“And?”
This man starts becoming hyperaware of his appearance around you.
Fixing his posture.
Adjusting his collar.
Not for vanity.
For YOU.
Goka Nijiku
Goka loves it loudly.
“YOU THINK I’M HANDSOME?”
“Yes?”
“AGAIN.”
He starts fishing for compliments shamelessly.
Trying different hairstyles.
Different jackets.
Random poses.
And every single time you react positively he acts like he just won an award.
“You’re so pretty.”
“And YOU think I’m handsome. We both winning.”
Tamsy Caines
Tamsy initially thinks you’re teasing him.
Then he realizes:
oh no she genuinely looks at me like that.
You’ll randomly hold his face and sigh dramatically.
“It’s actually unfair how attractive you are.”
“…Unfair?”
“Yes. I’m trying to function.”
He pretends confidence but secretly LOVES how openly affectionate you are.Especially because you say it at the weirdest times.
Man literally covered in dirt and blood:
“You still look handsome.”
“…Your standards concern me.”
Bro Santa
Bro Santa cannot survive this.
You say it ONCE and he’s already blushing.
But you KEEP saying it.
Softly.
Sincerely.
Like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
“You’re handsome.”
“…Stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like I hung the moon.”
Because unfortunately that’s EXACTLY how you look at him.And this poor man starts getting shy every single time you stare too long.
Delmon Gates
Delmon acts smug but becomes addicted immediately.
“You think about my face a lot, huh?”
“Yes.”
NO hesitation.
Now HE’S stunned.
You casually complimenting him while doing normal things absolutely gets to him too.
“You look good in black.”
“You smell nice.”
“Your smile is pretty.”
And suddenly he’s staring at the ceiling at 2 AM remembering it.
Follo Tunito
Follo gets SO flustered.
Because you say it so sweetly.
“You’re handsome.”
“…Thank you.”
“Like genuinely very handsome.”
He literally doesn’t know where to look afterward.Especially if you say it while fixing his hair or touching his face gently.
Congratulations.
He will remember that compliment for the next six business years.
August Stiltza
August enjoys watching you admire him.
Not arrogantly.
More like fascination.
You’ll stare openly while he’s talking and suddenly:
“…What?”
“You’re beautiful.”
That makes HIM pause.
Because handsome? Expected.
Beautiful? Different.
He definitely kisses you immediately afterward just to hide how affected he got.
Zodyl Typhon
Zodyl gets irritated.
Not because he dislikes it because it affects him too much.
“You stare too much.”
“Can you blame me?”
Disaster response.
You complimenting him repeatedly chips away at him slowly.
Especially when you say it absentmindedly instead of flirtatiously.
Like your brain just naturally arrives at: wow my boyfriend is attractive.
He acts annoyed every single time while secretly storing every compliment forever.
Jabber Wonger
Jabber becomes INSUFFERABLE.
“Oh my god you want me so bad.”
“I literally said your eyelashes are pretty.”
“EXACTLY.”
But sometimes you’ll say it while sounding genuinely lovestruck and it catches him off guard BADLY.
“You’re really handsome.”
“…Yeah?”
The quieter he answers, the more you know it hit him directly in the chest.
Bundus Begalkeit
Bundus gets awkward every single time.
Not because he dislikes praise-
he just never expects it.
You’ll look over while he’s focused on something and smile softly.
“You’re handsome.”
And this man pauses like his brain lagged.Especially because you say it with such certainty.Like there’s no room for argument.
Fu Orostor
Fu gets quieter afterward.
You compliment him so naturally that it feels deeply genuine.
