Could I request jiyan, brant, male rover, xiangli Yao and mortefi (and if u wanna lingyang too) and them hiding the candy stash of their partner away from them. Like them secretly enjoying the fact that they have too see a pouting, slightly mad partner demanding their sweets while they either prank or do anything fluffy basically
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“Life Is Short, Hide the Candy”
Tags: Jiyan x Reader, Xiangli Yao x Reader, Male!Rover x Reader, Brant x Reader, Mortefi x Reader, Fluff, Humor, Lighthearted Pranks, Established Relationship, Slice of Life, Domestic Moments, Teasing & Banter, Candy Theft (playful), Mild Pining (playful variety), Hidden Soft Sides, Powers Used for Shenanigans, Sweet Tooth Chaos, Flustered Reader, Mischievous Partners, Soft Boyfriend(s) Club, Secret Acts of Affection.
Warnings: Mild romantic content (kissing, cuddling, suggestive teasing), Contains candy (potential allergy note if tagging for dietary concerns), Slight emotional manipulation for fun (e.g., teasing pouting reader), Some characters use supernatural powers playfully, Joking power imbalance.
You scanned the shelves. Then the drawer. Then under the bed.
Gone. All gone.
You spun around to face the General of the Midnight Rangers, who was calmly sipping tea by the window, golden eyes full of unreadable calm.
“Jiyan...” you said, voice dangerously soft. “Where’s my candy?”
He didn't even blink. “I confiscated it.”
“Confiscated? What am I, a rogue ranger violating snack protocols?”
Jiyan set down his teacup with surgical precision. “You’ve exceeded the daily ration. It’s a matter of national security.” His voice was deadpan, but you saw the faintest twitch at the corner of his lips.
You stomped up to him. “You’re enjoying this.”
He finally allowed a small smirk. “Perhaps. Seeing you this animated is... refreshing.”
You crossed your arms, pouting. “I will rebel.”
Jiyan leaned forward, brushing his fingers under your chin. “Then prepare for war, sweetheart.”
Behind him, the faint outline of the Qingloong coiled protectively around a locked drawer.
“BRANT!” you yelled from below deck, voice echoing through the ship. “My candy! My marzipan dragons! They’re GONE!”
Laughter floated down from the crow’s nest, musical and maddening. “Ah, the tragic tale of the Great Candy Vanishing. A sweet sorrow indeed!”
You stomped up to find Brant reclining in his ridiculous cape, casually tossing a licorice piece into his mouth. “You villain.”
He gasped dramatically. “A villain? Me? Surely I am but a humble admirer of your exquisite taste in confections!”
“You ate all of it?!”
He wrapped an arm around your waist, tugging you close. “I’m merely ensuring our stockpile is... shared.” His eyes glimmered with teasing affection. “But fret not, dear heart. I hid a secret stash for you. But you’ll have to earn it.”
“How?”
“A duel! A dramatic reenactment of love lost and candy stolen. You may kiss me at swordpoint.”
You stared at him. “You’re impossible.”
“And yet, you adore me.”
You did. Even more when he produced a bag of candy from his coat’s lining and bowed like a knight. “For the fairest of fools.”
“I know you took it.”
“Define it,” Rover said, reclining on your shared couch like he hadn’t just been caught red-handed.
“You know exactly what I mean. My secret reserve of strawberry chews is missing.”
He raised a brow. “Secret? You kept them in the exact same spot as last time.”
You narrowed your eyes. “Where are they?”
Rover shrugged, but you noticed the faint crinkle of a wrapper in his pocket. You lunged.
Ten minutes later, your apartment looked like a pillow battlefield.
You straddled him, victorious, one hand clutching the precious candy bag, the other pinning him down. He looked up at you with a grin that was way too smug for someone defeated.
“Admit it,” you said. “You did it just to get me riled up.”
“Maybe,” he said, pulling you down for a kiss, “but you’re cute when you’re mad.”
You punched his chest lightly, cheeks warm. “Next time, I’m booby-trapping the stash.”
“Challenge accepted.”
“Xiangli,” you said slowly, eyes narrowing at the empty candy tin, “did you run an experiment on my chocolate again?”
He looked up from his datapad, feigning innocence with the grace of a guilty cat. “I may have needed a... caloric stimulant during prototype calibration.”
You crossed your arms. “That prototype being the mechanical candy retrieval arm you said was ‘just for fun’?”
He cleared his throat. “In my defense, it was fun. And successful.”
You walked over, peering at the robotic arm now quietly holding a half-eaten candy bar.
He glanced at you, amused by your frustrated pout. “You may initiate a retrieval protocol of your own, if you like.”
“Are you... flirting through robotics?”
He smiled faintly, tilting his head. “I would never. I’m simply... offering equilibrium. Would a trade suffice?”
You blinked. “What kind of trade?”
He held out a fresh box of sweets—your favorites—neatly wrapped. “Access to your stash, in exchange for dinner tonight. Just the two of us.”
You melted. “...You’re lucky you’re cute.”
He chuckled softly. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
You glared at the spotless countertop. You glared at the sterile lab drawers. You glared at him.
“Mortefi,” you growled, “I know you hid them.”
He didn’t look up from his notes. “Hid what?”
“My almond toffee stash.”
“Perhaps you misplaced it. Or perhaps,” he glanced your way, “you’ve developed an unhealthy dependency on caramelized sugar.”
You stormed closer. “You love seeing me mad about this.”
“Not mad,” he murmured, finally smirking. “You’re... endearingly wrathful. It’s like watching a kitten attempt war.”
You huffed. “Fine. Keep them. See if I care.”
Ten minutes later, a music box appeared on your desk. You opened it, only for it to play your favorite melody and slowly reveal the toffee inside, nestled like treasure.
Summary: At the height of the party in the Grove, Tav finds comfort in someone who seems to get them better than most.
Rating: Teen and up
Twilight was when the party began, with dusk signifying its end. Booze, excitement, with no unhappy face in sight. The core of it all coming from the success of the group's endeavors, having saved everyone from a fate no one dared to imagine.
Tav should have been happy to some degree, like everyone around them. But even with a drink in hand, no peace would settle within them, only leftover sounds of battle and thoughts that overflowed louder than the songs being sung by Alfira in the background. They did what they knew best and plastered a fake smile on their face, doing all they could to keep the mood light. However long they could last.
I call this AU Family AU because Vergil’s busy being Dadgil and not in the Underworld doing Underworld stuff. And V and Nero are his sons. And Cassandra kinda sorta babysits them while the brothers go off kill demons because she’s around the shop more often than Lady and Trish are.
As for the song Cassandra sings, you can find the version I used here.
Fandom: Devil May Cry
Characters: OC, V, mentioned Dante, Vergil, and Nero
Tags: @nimnox @furyeclipse @synchronmurmurs @harlot-of-oblivion @queenmuzz
Summary: Cassandra totally isn’t mildly pining over Vergil. Not at all.
Cassandra hummed softly as her hands strummed the guitar. Dante and Vergil were out of Devil May Cry, off on some mission, so Cassandra was in the shop with Vergil's two sons: Vitale and Nero. As far as she knew, the two ten-year olds were busy taking a nap. She was quite fond of the two, even with Vitale needing more care than his brother. Her gaze moved back to the guitar, a familiar tune coming to her. She began to sing softly.
Alas, my love, you do me wrong,
To cast me off discourteously.
For I have loved you for so long,
Delighting in your company.
Greensleeves was all my joy
Greensleeves was my delight,
Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
And who but my lady greensleeves.
"What's that?" Came a soft voice. She looked up, seeing Vitale hovering at the top of the stairs.
"Oh, Vitale. Did I wake you?"
"I was already awake." The boy murmured, holding onto his plush doll of a golem. The golem had been with him ever since he was an infant and the boy was quite fond of it. He carried the golem downstairs and settled next to her. "Can you tell more about that song?"
"Ah, Greensleeves. It's a love ballad of sorts, a ballad of unrequited love." Cassandra explained. Vitale nodded slowly.
"Does that mean you like Father?" He asked. Cassandra blushed. Vitale was always the observant one of Vergil's sons, inheriting his knack for noticing the tiniest of details. "I noticed that you like being with him more than Uncle Dante." Vitale added.
"Your uncle is...a bit much sometimes." She breathed, not meeting Vitale's inquisitive green eyes. "I admit, I am fond of your father, but I don't think he'd see me the same. He's got a lot on his plate, with taking care of you and your brother, making sure Dante isn't drowning in debt, things like that." She didn't dare mention the Lord of the Underworld or the Order of the Sword, although she was certain both wanted the sons (and grandsons) of Sparda for their own twisted ends.
"Did you ask him about it?"
"No."
"Then how do you know if he likes you that way or not?"
"Because..." Because what? He wasn't wrong. She set the guitar down. "Some things aren't mean to be." There was a pause in the air before Vitale spoke again.
"I'd like it if you were my new mom." He said. Cassandra jumped a little. "And I think Father would be happy too. And Nero. He likes you too."
"You...you think so?" She asked softly, looking to Vitale. He nodded to her with an affirmative hum.
"Mmhm. Father works so hard for me and Nero...we want him to be happy too." He paused. "Father likes dark chocolate, by the way. He doesn't have it much because he wants us to eat our veggies." Vitale scowled at the thought of veggies.
'I can't believe that Vergil's own son is working to set him up with me.' Cassandra thought, unable to hide the grin that was forming.
"I'll keep it in mind." Cassandra hummed. "Thank you, Vitale."
Title: A Picture Speaks a Thousand Words
Author: Beth XP
Summary: “You and Combeferre have infinitely more chance of getting together than Enjolras and I,” Grantaire said with finality.
Courfeyrac sat up straight. Grantaire did not like the gleam in his eye as he slowly raised his finger in the air like an idea worthy of Einstein had just come to him.
“Are you quite sure of that sir?” Courfeyrac asked in a mock posh accent.
“Indeed I am, my good fellow,” Grantaire replied in the same way.
“Then monsieur, I challenge you to a little wager. I bet you that I can make Enjolras kiss you before you can make Combeferre kiss me.”
Pairing: Enjolras x Grantaire, background Courfeyrac x Combeferre
Status: Complete
