Reader meows at their partner, their partner decides to FINALLY play along and meow back. Reader gives them a judgmental look and gose "grown ass man" and then leaves them seething. (Veritas, Kaveh, Sunday, Dan heng, Kinich.)
“You're a grown-ass man”
Tags: Ratio x Reader, Kaveh x Reader, Sunday x Reader, Dan Heng x Reader, Kinich x Reader, Humor, Lighthearted Teasing, Playful Interaction, Quirky Conversations, Lighthearted Roleplay, Banter.
A/N: how dare you hurt the pookies?!😕💔
Ratio had been lost in a heap of ancient texts when you meowed at him. His eyes flickered momentarily, then returned to his notes. However, you persisted, meowing once more, tilting your head as if you were trying to catch his attention. After a moment, he set down his book, the faintest smirk curling his lips.
"You’ve got my attention now," he said with a wry grin, leaning back in his chair. "Meow."
You stared at him, eyes narrowing in silent judgment.
"You're a grown-ass man," you quipped, shaking your head with feigned disappointment. Without waiting for his response, you walked away, leaving him seething with embarrassment that even his intellect couldn't resolve.
As the silence of the room settled back in, Ratio muttered under his breath, "I’ll show you… I’ll show you all." His pride, ever so finely honed, would have to settle this matter later, but not today.
You meowed softly, half-joking and half-curious. Kaveh didn’t immediately respond, his mind clearly preoccupied with his blueprints for the next grand design. But after another insistent meow from you, he looked up, blinking in mild surprise.
"I suppose if it’s important to you…" he sighed dramatically, throwing his hands up in mock resignation. "Meow."
You gave him a judgmental glance, one that he knew all too well.
"You're a grown-ass man, Kaveh," you said, your voice light but pointed.
The words stung more than he would admit. Kaveh, ever the perfectionist, stood frozen for a moment, his mind reeling. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He watched you leave, and in that moment, the grand architect of beauty was left questioning his choices with a furrowed brow and a silent, simmering annoyance.
"Unbelievable," he muttered to himself, before returning to his work. His pride would make sure to get even somehow, even if it was just with a sarcastic retort next time.
You meowed at him from across the room, your voice light and playful, but something in it caught Sunday’s attention. His eyes softened for a moment as he processed the unexpected sound.
He blinked, and then, in a rare moment of abandoning his usual reserve, he gave you a small, reluctant smile before offering a soft, almost melodic, "Meow."
You stared at him, eyes narrowing as you crossed your arms.
"You're a grown-ass man, Sunday," you said with a raised brow.
For a second, the smile faded, replaced by a distant look as though your words had struck a deeper chord. Sunday sighed, his wings twitching in mild discomfort, though his face remained calm. His gaze followed you as you walked away, and for the first time, he felt a twinge of something more than just the usual self-reflection.
"Perhaps... I am," he murmured under his breath, lost in thought, a mix of self-awareness and a quiet amusement filling the space as you left.
Dan Heng was leaning against a railing, quietly observing the stars in the distance. He had been contemplating something far beyond the reach of your teasing when you meowed at him. At first, he thought he misheard you, but then, the second meow came, and his eyes shifted toward you in slight confusion.
"...What?" he asked, his tone uncharacteristically soft but puzzled.
You meowed again, this time with a mischievous glint in your eye. He sighed deeply, obviously not used to this playful dynamic. But after a moment of hesitation, he straightened, and with a begrudging look, he muttered, "Meow."
You stared at him, your expression unimpressed.
"You're a grown-ass man." you stated dryly, turning to leave him behind.
Dan Heng, frozen in his position, felt a sudden heat in his cheeks. He scowled at the stars, a small, bitter chuckle escaping his lips. "Unbelievable," he grumbled. A little humiliation wouldn’t be enough to break his stoic composure—but he definitely wasn’t going to let this go. Next time, he’d show you just how stoic he could be.
You meowed at Kinich, catching his attention momentarily as he glanced up from sharpening his knives. His eyes flickered, sizing you up, clearly unimpressed. His lips twitched for the briefest moment before he grunted in annoyance.
"I don’t have time for—" He paused as you meowed again, louder this time.
With a sigh, he put the knife down. "Fine," he muttered, running a hand through his hair, before deadpanning: "Meow."
You stared at him with an exaggerated look of judgment.
"You're a grown-ass man," you quipped, shaking your head.
Kinich froze. His expression soured as he watched you walk away, that slight, reluctant frustration building beneath his usually stoic demeanor. With a resigned sigh, he leaned back in his chair and muttered, "You’re lucky I’m in a good mood today."
Though it wasn’t much of a concession, it was clear to him that next time, he’d let his sarcasm loose.
Omg dan heng jiaoqiu and aven with an extremly ticklish reader (or have you done that already 🤔)
Tickled by Fate
Tags: Dan Heng x Reader, Jiaoqiu x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Ticklish Reader, Light Teasing, Humor, Fluff, Comfort, Playful Interactions, Embarrassment.
Warnings: Mild Physical Contact, Lighthearted Teasing, Minor embarrassment (due to ticklishness).
A/N: I don't think I have done one 🤔
The quiet hum of the Astral Express filled the cabin, the rhythmic sound of the train’s movement offering a sense of peace. Dan Heng stood by the window, gazing at the stars outside. You sat nearby, trying to focus on your own thoughts, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.
Suddenly, you felt a soft poke on your side. You yelped, jerking away from the unexpected contact.
“Did I startle you?” Dan Heng asked, his tone surprisingly soft.
You immediately turned to him, your face flushed with embarrassment. "I—I’m sorry. I’m just… really ticklish," you stammered, rubbing your side where his finger had made contact.
Dan Heng’s expression shifted slightly. He seemed to register your discomfort, but there was no hint of teasing in his demeanor. Instead, he stepped closer, his gaze unreadable. “I didn’t know. I’ll be more careful next time.”
You couldn’t help but feel grateful for his understanding. But as soon as you looked away, you felt another poke—this time, right under your arm. You jumped again, laughing nervously as your hands instinctively went to defend yourself.
“I guess I’ll have to keep my distance,” Dan Heng said, a small smirk forming on his lips. His voice was still calm, but there was a subtle, mischievous undertone to it. "It seems you're more sensitive than I thought."
You gave him a mock glare, trying to compose yourself despite the butterflies in your stomach. “You’re not going to let this go, are you?”
Dan Heng chuckled quietly, the sound surprisingly warm. "I wouldn’t dream of it."
And with that, he went back to his station by the window. You couldn’t decide if you were relieved or frustrated, but you knew one thing: you’d have to be extra careful whenever Dan Heng was around, lest his fingers catch you off guard again.
The peaceful garden surrounding Jiaoqiu’s residence was a welcome escape from the tensions of the battlefield. You sat across from him at a small wooden table, a gentle breeze rustling the leaves around you. The two of you were discussing the latest healing techniques when you felt his fingers brush the side of your waist, accidentally grazing it.
A shock of laughter burst from your lips before you could stop it, and you immediately jumped up from your seat. "Ah! W-what was that?!" you stammered, a mixture of surprise and embarrassment flooding over you.
Jiaoqiu looked up from the herbs he had been inspecting, his eyes narrowing slightly with curiosity. “You’re ticklish,” he observed, his voice carrying an almost amused tone.
Your cheeks flushed, and you couldn’t help but laugh nervously. “I—yes, I am. Please don’t—” But before you could finish your sentence, his hand brushed against your side again, and your body responded with another burst of uncontrollable laughter.
“I’ll be more careful,” Jiaoqiu said softly, though you could see the faintest smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. Despite his words, you had the distinct feeling that he was enjoying the moment more than he was letting on.
You crossed your arms defensively, trying to calm yourself. “That wasn’t fair,” you said through giggles. “You can’t just… sneak up on me like that.”
He tilted his head, considering your words. “I suppose you’re right. But it’s difficult not to enjoy seeing you so carefree.” His voice was calm and soothing, the same as ever, but there was a tenderness in his tone that made you feel oddly safe.
"You're too kind," you muttered, trying to stop laughing, but every time you thought about it, your body betrayed you with another soft giggle.
“Well,” he began, his eyes twinkling with a quiet mirth, “you’re quite a sight when you’re like this. Perhaps I’ll remember to keep my hands to myself next time."
You nodded in relief, though a part of you couldn’t shake the feeling that Jiaoqiu wouldn’t be able to resist teasing you now and then.
The lavish hall was lit by dim, flickering candlelight, and you found yourself seated at a table opposite Aventurine. His ever-present grin adorned his face as he observed the cards in his hand, seemingly lost in the world of high-stakes gambling.
You were a little nervous, your hands fidgeting in your lap. Something about his intense, calculating gaze always made you feel on edge.
Suddenly, a finger lightly traced your side. You jumped with a squeal, flinching away from the contact. Your heart raced, and you instinctively tried to shield your sides with your hands.
Aventurine’s smile only deepened, his sharp eyes glinting with something between amusement and intrigue. “Ah, so you’re one of those who can’t withstand a light touch. How… fascinating.”
You shot him a flustered glance, your face turning bright red. “I—I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—"
“No need for apologies,” he interrupted smoothly, his voice full of playful menace. “It’s simply part of the game. A bit of distraction never hurt anyone, did it?”
You quickly placed your hands in your lap, mentally preparing for the next unexpected touch. But of course, he took the opportunity to lean forward, his fingers brushing your side once again. You couldn’t contain the high-pitched squeal that escaped your lips, and the instant your body jerked away from his touch, you found yourself laughing uncontrollably, a mix of embarrassment and helplessness flooding your senses.
“Curious,” he mused, watching you struggle to compose yourself. “So ticklish... I hadn’t anticipated such a reaction. Though, I must admit, it’s quite entertaining.”
“I can’t help it!” you managed to gasp out through your laughter, your face a burning shade of crimson. “You just... you’re too good at that.”
Aventurine chuckled softly, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you. “Ah, but you’re giving me all the leverage, aren’t you?” He leaned back, his grin still present but tempered with a certain satisfaction. “I’m a master of manipulation, after all. Everything is a game of chance, and it seems I’ve won this round.”
You shook your head, still giggling, even though you were both embarrassed and irritated. "You're impossible."
"And yet, here you are," he said with a wink, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "I must say, I think I like this game."
With that, you resigned yourself to the fact that Aventurine would continue to exploit your weakness, and despite the annoyance, you couldn’t help but laugh once more. It was hard not to enjoy the thrill of his company, even when he was tormenting you with his clever tricks.
can you do under the mistletoe with the side characters too please? maybe with luke as a platonic parent/son one? ty!!!
All I Want for Christmas is You
Tags: Side Characters x Reader [Diavolo x Reader, Barbatos x Reader, Solomon x Reader, Simeon x Reader, Luke x Reader (PLATONIC‼️), Raphael x Reader, Thirteen x Reader, Mephistopheles x Reader], Romantic, Platonic (Luke!), Christmas, Mistletoe, Kisses and Hugs, Winter Special, Affection, Sweet Moments, Playful Interactions.
Diavolo
You and Diavolo are standing by the grand Christmas tree in the Demon Lord’s castle, both admiring the beautiful decorations. The soft glow of the lights flickers, and a mischievous smile crosses his face as he looks up to see the mistletoe hanging just above you both.
“Ah, it looks like we’ve found ourselves in quite the festive situation,” Diavolo says, his voice warm with amusement. He steps closer, his hands gently cupping your face, his golden eyes sparkling with affection. “I can’t resist the chance to share a kiss beneath the mistletoe, not when it’s with someone as wonderful as you.”
He leans in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips, savoring the warmth of the moment. “This is the best part of the holidays, don’t you think? Sharing special moments with you.”
Barbatos
Barbatos, ever so graceful and composed, stands beside you in the lavish dining hall. The room is filled with laughter and the sound of cheerful conversations, but your eyes are drawn to the mistletoe above you both.
Barbatos smiles, the faintest glint of playfulness in his eyes. “It seems we’re at a crossroads, my dear. Mistletoe, after all, does have a magical way of bringing people closer.”
He gently takes your hand, guiding you toward him as he leans in. His lips meet yours in a delicate kiss, soft and tender, as though savoring the moment. “Merry Christmas,” he murmurs after the kiss, brushing a strand of hair from your face with the utmost care. "It would be impossible to celebrate without you by my side."
Solomon
The holiday festivities are in full swing at the Purgatory Hall, and as you wander through the halls, you find Solomon waiting under a sprig of mistletoe with a roguish grin on his face.
"Well, well, it looks like fate has decided to intervene," he teases, his eyes twinkling mischievously. “I’d say it’s practically a sign that we should share a kiss, don’t you agree?”
You laugh, shaking your head at his playful attitude. Solomon steps in, closing the space between you, and plants a soft, teasing kiss on your lips. “Consider that a Christmas gift, my dear apprentice. Who knew your teacher could still surprise you?”
Simeon
Simeon watches you with a fond smile as the two of you walk together through the peaceful garden, where Christmas lights twinkle like stars. His expression softens as he notices the mistletoe above you both.
With a gentle chuckle, Simeon holds your gaze. “I suppose we have no choice, do we?”
He steps closer, cupping your cheek with one hand, his thumb brushing across your skin in the most tender of gestures. He presses a sweet, lingering kiss to your lips, his heart warm with love. “Merry Christmas, My Dove. I hope this season brings you all the joy you deserve.”
Luke
You catch sight of Luke, the little angel, near the mistletoe hanging in the hallway, looking up at it curiously. When his eyes meet yours, his face lights up with an innocent smile.
“Hey, MC! There’s mistletoe above us!” he exclaims excitedly. "That means I have to do something, right?"
You chuckle, squatting down to his level, and he hugs you tightly. “I may not be old (physically and mentally) enough to kiss anyone yet, but I can definitely give you a big hug!”
Luke wraps his small arms around you in a warm, sincere hug. “Merry Christmas, MC! You’re like family to me.”
You smile, giving him a gentle pat on the back. “You’re like family to me too, Luke. Merry Christmas.”
Raphael
Raphael is walking through the halls of the Purgatory Hall, lost in thought, when he notices the mistletoe hanging above you both. His brow furrows slightly, but there’s a softness in his gaze as he looks at you.
“Well, this is a bit unexpected, but I won’t complain.” he says with a rare, shy smile.
You can feel the warmth of his touch as he gently takes your hand, guiding you closer. His lips brush yours in a gentle, tender kiss, his eyes closing for a brief moment as he savors the closeness. “Merry Christmas, MC. You’ve made this season truly special for me.”
Thirteen
Thirteen’s chaotic energy fills the room, and you can hardly keep up with her constant bouncing around. As you walk under the mistletoe, she suddenly stops, eyes gleaming mischievously.
“Well, well, well, looks like the mistletoe has spoken, huh?” she grins widely, all teeth and sparkle. “I guess we should make it official then, shouldn’t we?”
Before you can react, she grabs your face and pulls you into a kiss, her energy infusing the moment with a playful spark. When she pulls away, she winks. “Merry Christmas, MC! You’re the best!”
Mephistopheles
Mephistopheles stands by the fireplace, a glass of wine in hand as he watches you approach. His lips curl into a sly grin when he sees the mistletoe.
“Well, this is quite the festive sight, isn’t it?” he says, his voice smooth like velvet.
You raise an eyebrow, but before you can respond, he’s already closing the distance, his fingers grazing your arm as he leans in. His kiss is slow and deliberate, full of a smoldering intensity that leaves you breathless for a moment. When he pulls away, his grin only deepens.
“Merry Christmas, MC. I’ll be sure to make this a holiday you won’t forget.”
Summary: Ratio finds himself in an unexpectedly vulnerable moment when his signature yearning pose in his swivel chair leads to a dramatic fall. As you enter his study just in time to catch him, a playful exchange ensues, revealing a rare, softer side of the great intellectual. The two of you share a moment of connection that hints at something deeper beneath Ratio's confident exterior.
Tags: Ratio x Reader, Fluff, Humor, Lighthearted, Intellectual Romance, Playful Interaction, Falling Chair, Slight Embarrassment.
[Based on by @teabutmakeitazure, thank you for giving me permission to write this 🤭🫶]
The grand library buzzed with the faint hum of activity. Rows of glowing tomes and data crystals lined the walls, bathing the space in a soft, multicolored glow. At the center of it all, Ratio sat in his private study, draped in his signature intellectual splendor. The room smelled faintly of ink, paper, and the electric hum of wisdom encapsulated in holographic displays.
You had been tasked with delivering a particularly rare manuscript to him—a task that simultaneously thrilled and terrified you. Everyone knew about Ratio’s brilliance and, of course, his ego. But for all his sharp words and commanding demeanor, there was something magnetic about him, something that pulled at the strings of your heart in ways you struggled to admit.
As you approached the door to his study, your steps slowed. You raised a hand to knock but froze at the faint sound of a deep, dramatic sigh from within.
Curiosity piqued, you leaned in closer, peeking through the slightly ajar door.
There he was, leaning back in his elegant swivel chair, his wavy hair cascading over the backrest. His forearm draped over his forehead in a theatrical pose of longing, his eyes closed, and his lips pressed into a thoughtful frown. His shoulders rose and fell with the weight of his sigh, and for a moment, you wondered if he had fallen into some intellectual reverie.
Or perhaps... was he thinking about you?
You shook your head, dismissing the idea as ridiculous. But as you watched, his chair creaked ever so slightly. It tilted further back with each sigh, and you realized with growing alarm that the chair was dangerously close to tipping over.
You stepped into the room just as his chair gave an ominous groan.
"Dr. Ratio—!" you called out, your voice breaking the heavy silence.
His eyes shot open in surprise, the yellow rings around his pupils gleaming like molten gold.
The sudden movement only accelerated the inevitable. The chair tilted back too far, and for a brief, glorious moment, he was suspended in midair, the epitome of grace and chaos.
And then—
CRASH!
Ratio landed in an undignified heap, his outfit slightly askew, his dramatic yearning replaced by sheer disbelief. For a moment, silence filled the room as he processed what had just happened.
You hurried over, struggling to stifle your laughter. “Are you all right, Doctor?” you asked, extending a hand.
He glanced up at you, his expression a mixture of mortification and irritation. But as his eyes met yours, the irritation softened, replaced by something warmer.
“I’m fine,” he said, his voice laced with dignity, though the faint flush on his cheeks betrayed him. He took your hand, and you pulled him to his feet, noticing how his grip lingered just a second longer than necessary.
“Thank you,” he added, straightening his vest and glancing at the fallen chair. “It appears even the great Dr. Ratio is not immune to the whims of faulty furniture.”
You couldn’t help but laugh, and to your surprise, he smiled—a rare, genuine expression that made your heart skip a beat.
“If I may say,” you teased, “perhaps next time, you should avoid leaning so... yearningly.”
His smile widened, and for a moment, the brilliant, self-assured Ratio seemed almost human.
“Noted,” he said, his tone playful. “Though, if I’m honest, I was merely... contemplating a certain individual who has been occupying my thoughts as of late.”
Your heart fluttered. Was he—?
Before you could respond, he straightened, his confident demeanor returning like a cloak. “Now,” he said, gesturing to the manuscript in your hands. “Shall we get to work?”
As the two of you settled into the study, you couldn’t help but feel that perhaps, just perhaps, the great Ratio’s yearning thoughts weren’t entirely lost in abstraction.
could i please request sampo and you choose who else with a dog and human hybrid reader that lives with the character? the reader would have stuff like a cage, squeaky toys, and can the fic just explore what it's like domestically for a night with the character?
The Price of Loyalty
Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Sampo x Reader, Dog-Human hybrid!Reader, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Playful Interaction, Humor, Emotional Depth, Found Family, Gentle Themes, Teasing and Banter, Companion Bond.
Warnings: Light manipulation, Minor suggestive language, Emotional depth (brief glimpses into Sampo and Aventurine’s vulnerabilities), Mentions of past trauma, Mentions of self-serving tendencies.
A/N: Damn I'm getting a lot of sampo reqs lately🫣
It had been a long day filled with the usual mischief and deals, but tonight was different. Sampo had returned to his quarters, exhausted but still smiling that signature grin of his. His place was cozy, if not a little cluttered with trinkets and oddities collected from both the Overworld and the Underworld. You, his dog-human hybrid companion, greeted him at the door with an enthusiastic tail wag and a playful bark.
Sampo laughed softly, ruffling your hair as you jumped excitedly. "Well, well, if it isn’t my favorite little troublemaker," he teased, his voice smooth and full of affection. "You’ve been a good one today, haven’t you?"
You barked in response, spinning in a circle as he set his jacket down. There was a familiar jingle as your squeaky toy caught his eye, lying on the floor just beside your small cage—your space, your sanctuary. Sampo had always made sure you had a place to call your own, even though you often preferred to curl up at his feet while he worked.
He flopped onto the couch with a sigh, watching you eagerly as you brought the squeaky toy to him, offering it up like a gift. Sampo smirked, taking the toy and giving it a small squeeze. The squeaking noise filled the room, causing you to jump and bark with delight.
"You always know how to make a man smile, don't you?" he said, his tone light, but there was a subtle warmth behind it.
Despite your playful nature, you could tell Sampo’s mind was still buzzing with his latest dealings. He often hid his true feelings, but you knew him well enough by now to sense when he was burdened by something. You gave him a gentle nudge with your head, your eyes full of concern.
Sampo chuckled softly and leaned back against the couch, resting his hand on your head. "Don’t worry about me, little one. I’m always one step ahead," he reassured, though you didn’t quite buy it.
Later that evening, he threw a blanket over the two of you, as you curled up next to him. Your cage remained open, but it was clear you preferred this quiet moment, lying beside him. Sampo smirked, his usual sly grin softened by the comfort of your company. "You know, sometimes I think you’re the one keeping me grounded," he murmured, though his words were almost too quiet to hear over the sound of your contented breathing.
Aventurine was not the type to show weakness, but there was something about you—a human-dog hybrid—that brought out a gentler side of him. His evening began as it always did, with a reflection on his strategic decisions and the game he was playing with the universe. However, tonight was different. He had a rare quiet moment to himself, with you curled up at his feet as he relaxed on his chaise lounge, the flickering of candlelight casting long shadows in the room.
You had a way of making the atmosphere feel less tense, your presence offering a comfort he hadn’t realized he needed. Every now and then, you’d let out a small whimper, nudging his hand with your snout. Aventurine smirked, adjusting his blazer, before leaning down to pet you, fingers running through your fur with practiced care. "A little restless tonight, are we?" he mused.
You responded with a soft whine, your tail wagging slightly as you brought a squeaky toy to his feet. Aventurine raised an eyebrow, intrigued but not particularly surprised by your antics. "I suppose you’re in the mood for some amusement, then," he chuckled, the glint in his eyes never faltering.
As he squeezed the toy, the squeak echoed through the room, and you immediately pounced, trying to catch it with the speed of a predator, your eyes glowing with playful determination. His soft laughter was a rare sound—something that came not from manipulation or strategic amusement but genuine enjoyment. "Such energy," he remarked, shaking his head with a smile that never reached his eyes. "You’re a handful, you know that?"
Later, as the evening deepened, Aventurine reclined on his chair, hands behind his head. You, having tired yourself out from your playful antics, curled up at his feet, letting out a soft sigh as you made yourself comfortable. He glanced down at you, his expression shifting slightly.
"Sometimes I forget how simple life can be," he muttered, almost to himself. His fingers brushed against the delicate band of his wrist, his thoughts drifting before returning to you, curled so contentedly by his side. "You always know how to make the chaos of the world feel far less… chaotic."
Aventurine stretched, standing up to gaze out the window for a moment, and when he turned back, his gaze softened, the ruthless strategist giving way to something gentler, a hint of fondness in his eyes. "Don’t get too comfortable," he added, his tone laced with teasing, "but I suppose I’ll allow you this one night of peace."
The night passed quietly, with you curled up by his feet, and Aventurine content in the subtle companionship you offered. For once, the world outside seemed far less important, and the games of life seemed a little easier to bear with your presence.
