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.
