Frieren Characters: Feeling Jealous
Pt. 1
(Contains: banter, fluff, kissing, hand holding, gender neutral reader)
Richter, Genau, Serie
Richter:
You’d grown up with Richter, childhood friends that blurred the lines of friendship long ago. Now as adults you live together, share nearly every meal together, and even sleep in the same bed. You even help him run his family's shop. Still neither of you have ever talked about what your relationship is, much to your respective family’s dismay. Why not make it official? Why not marry? Truth be told you two felt as though you’d been married since the day you first confessed your feelings. There was no doubt in either of your minds you’d spend the rest of your lives together, any ring was an afterthought.
At least until someone else showed interest.
You’d been sweeping the area around the shop entrance getting ready to close up for the day. It had been a usual day, quite but enough activity to make a living. You’re absorbed in your own thoughts until someone clears their throat.
“Excuse me.” A young man’s voice. Lifting your head you offer a smile to the younger man.
“Good evening, the shop is still open but I’d be quick, we're closing soon.” You go back to sweeping for a second before he interrupts again.
“No, sorry I’m not here for magic items, I uh… w-well.” His face flushes and his eyes dart every which way. You give him patience, just holding your broom and watching as he calms himself enough to speak again.
“Go on.” You invite as he takes a slow breath.
“I-I’ve seen you around here a lot! I was h-hoping I could take you out! On a date I mean!” He looks very determined despite the shaky voice and nearly equally trembling hands. It’s cute. Unfortunately you’re probably ten years this young man’s senior not to mention taken…
Offering a pitied smile you shake your head.
“Sorry I’m afraid I’m already spoken for. Still I’m very flattered.” You place a gentle hand on the young man’s shoulder. He lets out a deep breath that nearly sounds akin to relief, having been holding his breath. Deflating he simply nods, thanks you for your time, and shuffles away downtrodden.
You hear steps at the entrance, when you turn you find Richter staring after the young man’s retreating form. Stepping closer you smile up at the man. “All these years and I still got it.” You joke using your hand to playfully pat his chest. He hums eyes still not leaving the young man until he is fully out of sight. When he finally is, Richter turns his eyes to yours. His eyes study your calm expression for a moment. The kindness in your features is very different from the coldness he often shows. To think you’d fall for someone like him. It's a miracle, his grandmother often reminds him, one that can only be fully appreciated by a promise.
His hand slowly trails to yours, rougher fingers taking yours as gently as they can. You left hand pulled up and to his lip where he places a kiss to your ring finger. “Perhaps it’s time I finally ask.” He hums flatly. Despite his monotone voice you can see the emotions swirling in his eyes. You’ve always loved his eyes. You chuckle and swipe your hand back to retreat back inside.
“Oh please, all because of a date invitation?” You snark. “I doubt you even have a ring picked out.” You’re not angry, simply amused by his blatant jealousy.
“I would ask my grandmother for hers.” He states matter-of-factly. “I’m sure she’d agree she already loves you like family.” He steps back into your orbit. You’re smiling up at him fondly, you’re foolishly in love with this man.
“Oh? And how do you feel about me?” You prompt, raising your arms to encircle his neck. His hands rest on your hips as he smiles back.
“I like you a fair amount I suppose.” He jokes back. His tone carries a charming playfulness only you ever get to see. You snicker at that and lean up, he closes the gap to capture your lips with his.
Being a man of few words he never actually asks. He simply acquires the ring from his grandmother, who is elated by the request, and slips it onto your finger one night when you’re stargazing. You don’t say anything either, you just lean into him as he wraps an arm around you. There’s no ceremony. No notable change other than the weight of the ring itself. Occasionally people comment on it if they notice while you’re working, congratulating you both and musing on how they knew it’d happen one day and joking on how long it took Richter to come around.
Despite what others imply, you know he has never once doubted your position by each other’s side. It’s simply where you both have been and always will be. The ring just happens to conveniently deter anyone from lingering too close. ‘Keeps away unnecessary feelings’ as Richter likes to say.
Genau:
Being an imperial mage means your husband often travels and leaves you behind for long stretches at a time. He of course will always return, that much goes without saying. He’s far too cautious and stubborn to risk his life unnecessarily. On occasions when he gets to return briefly between jobs his partner often tags along. Recently he acquired a new one, a rather beautiful woman named Methode.
From the outside perspective people might imagine you’d be the one feeling threatened by the new addition. However it seems just Genau’s luck that he would be the one feeling threatened. Methode being one very fond of ‘adorable creatures’ as she puts it fawns over you every chance she gets. Often offering to help you with daily tasks just to be close, asking to style your hair, even going as far as to ask for occasional hugs that commonly leads to head patting.
“Must you do this everytime?” Genau sighs as he watches Methode happily rub her cheek against your head as he hugs your shoulders. They’d scarcely been gone a few weeks and it seems she was more excited to see you than your own husband. You know better though. He’s boiling like a petulant child under his usual flat tone. Watching Methode fawn over you makes jealousy simmer under the surface of his skin. He wants to hold you, wants to show you affection first. Not one for public displays of affection though; he stands a foot away, arms crossed and inwardly pouting.
“Don’t be jealous Genau, you’re the one married to them.” Methode hums with a smile. “Though that may only be because you met them first.” She adds slyly eyes taunting him as she pats your head. You snicker when his usual stone expression cracks and his brows knit. You step up to him and offer your hand.
“Let’s go home hm?” You smile at him, waiting for his hand to take yours. He turns to Methode and digs in his pocket, fishing out a small pouch and tossing it at her.
“Get yourself a room at the closest inn. I’d like to spend a few nights alone with my spouse for once.” He takes your hand and tugs you along all while keeping his same flat expression. You’re sure to offer Methode a wave as you take your leave, she offers a small smirk and a wink in return. It’s hard to get a man like your husband to admit his true feelings at times, thankfully his new partner has an amusing way of pestering them out of him.
Stepping in tandem you can’t help the giddy smile that graces your features. He doesn’t miss it in the corner of his eye. His hand squeezes yours just a bit more firmly, one of his silent signals of his affection for you. He calls your name softly, the softest notes his tone will ever take, and waits for you to meet his eyes.
“I missed you.” Genau admits.
It’s not much but it’s a big step for him to be so giving with his feelings, especially since you’re both still on the open street. You hum.
“I missed you too.” You return.
Softer words will be shared aplenty when you’re behind closed doors. Where he can comfortably allow himself to be vulnerable. The battles he faces often hardened him, so much so he would have never imagined his heart could be so full like this. You truly are his one weakness…
His heart in its entirety.
Serie:
Being as long lived as herself the great mage Serie considered herself beyond petty emotions like jealousy. It’s ridiculous. Who would she even have to be jealous of?
Frieren.
She came to Serie’s city for the first class mage exam with her apprentice and Serie sent you; her faithful confidant (her words) to be a carrier pigeon of sorts (your words). You’d go back and forth between the two relaying their politely worded yet scathing remarks to each other. After a bit of it she noticed your smile seemed more carefree and you even giggled through some of the absurd things Frieren had said.
“You seem to be rather fond of this assignment.” Her cheek rests in her hand as she addresses you. You laugh unfiltered. The other imperial mages framing you on each side shift their eyes to Serie, if it were any of them she’d be far less lenient.
“As fond as being a mouth piece can be I suppose.” You snark. The others flinch on the inside. The way you so casually speak to their master is truly frightening. “I just find myself enjoying Frieren’s company. She’s very amusing.” You admit.
Serie hums. You’re lucky you’re cute. “Is that what they call it…” Her eyes shift to the side, feigning disinterest. She excuses you for the day after that. She half expects you to go gallivanting off to Frieren once more, as she now seems to be your new favorite elf. Surprisingly though, she finds you in her garden once she leaves the throne room.
“You’re still here?” She asks, taking a seat next to you, both dipping your feet in the cool water. You nod with an affirmative sound.
“I wanted to relax with you a bit.” You say, “I’m excited for the exam to be over soon, so we can spend time together like usual.” Serie feels her chest lighten at your words. Once the test is over Frieren and her party will have no need to stay in the city. So you’d prefer her company over Frieren’s if given the choice. She had to admit it feels good to hear that, even if she’d never admit it.
“I’ll permit you to stay by my side for a few extra hours then.” Serie notes swaying her feet in the water. You nearly roll your eyes, so fickle your mistress. She likes to act like she doesn’t care but so clearly she gets huffy when others stray your attention from her. Your fingers slowly trail over to overlap hers. She doesn’t move it away but you feel her overwhelming mana crackle around you, it’s something you notice happens when she’s feeling particularly happy or excited.
“How generous of you, my love.” You chuckle.
(I put pt 1 in case you guys wanted more of these. There is really almost nothing for the frieren x reader fandom and it’s making me so sad. I hit a bit of a writers block with the Qifrey and Olruggio fics so I’m trying to work on other things to hopefully get that flowing. Sorry for being away a while.)