♡ if you haven't seen silver wolf lvl. 999's character trailer and played the recent hsr patch, i urge you to because it's pretty self-explanatory.
♡ HE KNOWS. blade DEFINITELY knows what you're talking about.
♡ he literally lives with three other girls who drag him on shopping trips all the time. you mean to tell me he's never once seen a pad in all the time he's been with them?
♡ i fully believe that blade is a pro at picking out pads because kafka, silver wolf and firefly have likely asked him to on multiple occasions. so much so that off the top of his head he remembers exactly what each girl needs.
♡ he's the kinda guy who will just hand you a heat pad silently and walk away without explanation. meanwhile you're all confused like what???
♡ another guy who predicts when your periods happen because he's just that in tune y'know? he has a sixth sense for them at this point, it's like a radar.
♡ the moment you ask for pads blade is going to calmly open a full cupboard of them, all neatly arranged according to use and length and go "take your pick."
♡ our dearest bladie is also the most compliant at this time. you want him to stay and cuddle you? alright, you're the tree and he's the koala.
♡ you want him to give you space? okay he'll leave you alone for the whole day. just message him when you want to see his face again.
♡ all in all, blade has a PHD in period care. dude is READY for anything you throw at him.
♡ one more thing is that the girls have definitely sat him down before to give him a powerpoint presentation on periods and pads. (I WILL STAY ON THIS HILL AND DIE ON IT.)
♡ blade always tries to act like it isn't a big deal that he does all this but when you hug him and call him yingxing he's gonna look away and say "unnecessary" with the smallest smile.
♡ you have nothing to worry about. blade will take such good care of you that you'll forget you're even having the period.
"yingxing, i—"
"the cookies are on the table. don't eat too many or you'll ruin your appetite. dinner will be ready soon."
"...did you read my mind or something?"
BOOTHILL:
♡ "you looking for pads? sure, i can help ya look. planning on riding a horse, darlin'?" -> referring to cowboy pads.
♡ i feel like boothill would know what periods are but he wouldn't know what women do during them.
♡ the thought process is less of "i don't think i should be getting involved." and more of "yep the ladies' have got it covered 👍". but he'll still help if you ask.
♡ it would be an extremely funny affair. just imagine boothill up to his arms with different packs of pads while on call with you so that he can figure out what to buy. every time he bends down to pick one up another falls out of his hands.
♡ each one he raises up to the camera he asks about ten questions on and says something about if you really need that many options. the look you give him shuts him up and he never says it again.
♡ dude reads out the names of the brands and has this confused look on his face while simultaneously trying to get it right. it's like "l-lauri...laureel??? forkin' hell, what kinda name is this?!"
♡ and you're like, boothill, just get the damn pads. meanwhile the galaxy ranger is more concerned with trying to pronounce the names right. he's determined to, you will not stop him.
♡ he IS the proudest mf ever after finishing the job and he brags about it. if someone asks about it boothill will just start grinning and go "yeah, i did this for my lady and i'm proud of it. what're YOU gonna do about it?"
♡ you are going to get doted on, pampered, the whole nine yards. boothill is at your every beck and call. you are getting the princess treatment and beyond.
♡ the petnames all come out too. 'sweetheart', 'doll', 'sugar'. in that accent of his too? mhm you're jumping his bones when you can.
♡ just a personal opinion, but he looks like the type of guy to crack stupid jokes to distract you from the pain of your cramps. it's a 75/25 hit or miss but when he gets you, he GETS you. he's so happy about it too.
♡ he also knows he doesn't have a filter, so he's given you the permission to hit him if he says something stupid. aim for the head, you'll hurt yourself if you hit his body.
♡ boothill may not be the best, but he tries. and i think that's enough.
"wait, i swear i have a good one this time!"
"boothill, no."
"why are cowboys bad at math?"
"..."
"because they're always roundin' things up!"
"do me a favour and shut yourself down."
ROBIN:
♡ the sweetest girl alive who is committed to the cause.
♡ robin will get you the best pads money can buy because you deserve the best. yes she knows the brand you always use, but a few extras from the more pricier brands wouldn't hurt. gotta make sure her angel is taken care of!
♡ you have to remind her sometimes not to get too carried away or else she'll spend more than she planned to. she can't help but spoil you really.
♡ i feel like the way she chooses pads is both mindful and certain, like robin doesn't spend much time on deciding but she also doesn't go through it quickly? it's this very nice balance that makes it seem almost leisurely.
♡ she's just a girlie shopping for pads leave her alone.
♡ sometimes she'll find new products on the shelf and ask if you want them. even better if they come in a pair or set so both of you can try them together!
♡ you know that thing where girls are able to sync up their periods? it happens to you both more often than not and robin is always so excited when it happens because it means you guys are suffering together.
♡ just kidding it means robin gets to cuddle you while you're swaddled in a heap of blankets and watching Say Yes to the Dress. you are not leaving for the next 48 hours.
♡ you'll be like "baby i can't breathe." and robin will just purr and nuzzle further into you, pressing her body against yours to savour some more of your toasty warmth. the nesting urge is real with this one.
♡ she insists on skin care and massages as well, and warm bubble baths are a must too. robin will lather your back and you'll preen her feathers, allowing the stress of the day to wash away.
♡ robin also lulls you to sleep with that angelic voice of hers, the singing melodious and utterly heavenly. the pain and aches all but disappear when you hear it, and you somehow feel lighter each time, a numbing haze over your mind.
♡ the week is more bearable with her by your side.
"that wedding dress is stunning."
"it is! i adore the lace front on it. would you wear something like that, angel?"
"when we get married, sure."
"hehe, maybe it will come sooner than you think."
"um, robin?!?!"
BONUS!
THE TRAILBLAZERS:
♡ these two will combine the half braincell they each got into one and accomplish the task. but before that they will each need to roll a nat 20 on intelligence just to be safe.
♡ stelle and caelus bring all kinds of 'pads with wings'. examples include bicycle pads with wing motifs, seat pads with wings etc. just know that each one is more ridiculous and deranged than the next.
♡ it's quite impressive that in the huge pile of knick knacks, there is absolutely nothing close to what you were asking for. in fact, you swear you see some living things in there...
♡ along the way, instructions were also lost in translation as they bring pom pom to you, the conductor dressed in an angel outfit and bound by a red ribbon. they squirm and struggle as stelle flashes you a grin.
♡ honestly, you would've been better off asking anyone else on the express than them. but i guess the power of love makes you believe in them more than you should.
♡ in the end, you need to write a very specific list for the both of them to follow and provide a few pictures, to which caelus nods along like he understands and stelle squints to scrutinise the picture more.
♡ when they get the job done, trust me when i say that they're ALL over you. it's an active competition between the both of them to see who is the better helper and they WILL sabotage each other.
♡ you have to be the one to prevent stelle from choking out caelus when he 'accidentally' knocks over the cake she made for you and caelus from setting stelle on fire when she trips him up and makes him drop the pot of tea meant for you.
♡ i like the idea that stelle and caelus are major fumblers and goofballs until they realise their actions are actually pissing you off and not helping whatsoever.
♡ only then will they lock in and function together like a well-oiled machine, suddenly becoming the best caretakers in existence. the switch-up is crazy.
♡ the express expresses their respect to you for being able to tame two raccoons.
"stelle, you're in the way. get your head off her thigh."
"no way! first come, first serve. get in line, caelus."
Pierro: He says he prefers to see you in his colors, mainly blues and black. Truthfully he adores you in red. He can’t keep his hands off you when you wear red. He also buys you anything that’s red, dresses, shoes, lipstick, flowers, all because the color reminds him of you. For events he prefers you to wear jewelry with darling bright sapphires but your jewelry case is filled with too many rubies to count.
Il Capitano: He says he prefers his hair straight and unrestrained. The truth is he will fall asleep if you play with or style his long back hair. Capitano feels the most loved when you are braiding his hair or giving him a scalp massage. When he misses you he braids his hair but he starts at the nape of his neck because his big fingers can’t braid from the top of his head like you do.
Pantalone: He claims he doesn’t care what perfume you wear. This statement is partly true. During galas and social functions he tells you to wear sents that are known to be pricey but not oppressive, expensive and understated he says. However at home he loves your natural sent, with out shame he will set you on his lap and tuck his face into your neck and take a deep breath, it seems like a sigh but he really is smelling you.
Childe: He tells you he loves everything about you equally, but it’s clear that he adores your boobs the most. Ajax loves to hug you from behind and squeeze or caress your chest while hugging you and will whine and beg to let him if you deny him. He loves to burry his head in your chest after a long day. When you don’t wear a bra you can persuade him to do pretty much anything.
Scaramouche: He tells you that he doesn’t care if you learn Japanese or not. In reality his knees will buckle if you call him “anata”, after you two got married. When you speak with him in Japanese he is so much more animated and emotional. His heart swells with pride when you two speak Japanese in domestic settings. Sing to him in Japanese and he will cry and or fall asleep.
Dottore: He claims to be dominant, which he is, most of the time. He will boss anyone around and make them conform to his will, but he will burn the world for you if you wanted. You tell him to jump and he will ask how high. He will also be extra pliant if you tug on his hair a bit.
Mondstadt
Albedo: He tells you he doesn’t mind not having a “domestic” relationship. In truth he loves seeing you play with Klee. He loves when you cook for him. He loves coming home to you, if he could freeze time to stay in those homey moments he would.
Diluc: He tells everyone that he doesn’t play any instraments. However at home he will play the sweetest melodies for you on the piano. His playing is for your ears only. The only other people he will play for is your future children.
Kaeya: He promises you that he will never hurt you. However, he will bite, scratch, and suck on your skin all day every day if you let him. He adores leaving possessive marks on you as well as giving you painful pleasure, the best kind of pleasure in his book.
Venti: He claims to be chill and not possessive at all. But he will stare and scowl at people being flirty with you. He will place his hands possessively on your waist when anyone gets too close to you. He would keep you locked up at home if he could, he just could never share you with anyone.
Liyue
Baizhu: Baizhu claims to dislike your bossiness, but in fact in almost any scenario it kinda turns him on. He loves when you use him for your own pleasure. He loves when you tell him what to do to make you happy or to get you off.
Xiao: He tells you that he doesn’t want anymore people in his life. However, he truly wants a few kids of his own running about, helping him make breakfast for you every morning. The thing he wants most is a family with you.
Zhongli: Not exactly a lie but Zhongli doesn’t like you eating non home cooked food. Any food that isn’t made by someone he trusts, he won’t let you eat. However whenever you’re feeling down or kind of out of it he will order food and bring it home to make you smile.
Inazuma
Goro: He tells everyone who asks that he hates his ears and tail touched, everyone is too rough with them. On the other hand, you’re so gentile with him, when you play with his hair that he can’t help but enjoy when you gently pet his ears.
Kazuha: He will tell you that the world is inspiration. He tells you his poems stem from the sights he sees and emotions he feels as he travels. But in truth Kazuha has not written one poem without you on his mind, you have been his muse and inspiration since you met.
Ayato: He says he doesn’t mind what you wear. But he can’t help but feel happy when you wear the expensive silk sets he bought you. Silk just fits you for some reason. To him silk complements your soft skin perfectly, the smooth reflective fabric just radiants and amplifies your beauty.
Heizo: Whenever he is tired he will go on and on about how he “isn’t sleepy” or how he’s “just gonna rest his eyes.” This man is stubborn when it comes to going to bed. He just wants to spend more time with you. You might have to make him tea and scratch his back while he lays on you to get him to fall asleep without a fuss.
Thoma: He claims to be neither here or there on who cooks meals. In actuality in his brain he cries and begs for your cooking. It could be any cuisine and he will be happy. He just loves your cooking and your adoration especially after a long day of taking care of others.
Itto: Itto tells anyone and everyone that he’s married to you. He just loves you so much and fantasizes about your wedding to much sometimes he forgets you’re not actually married yet.
Sumeru
Alhaitham: He tells you that you can sleep by yourself. In reality you and him both know you can’t sleep without each other. If you’re angry with him and you sleep on the couch you two will end up making up in the night when he comes to pick you up and take you back to your shared bed.
Cyno: He claims to not get jealous often but truthfully he craves your attention and gets jealous when he doesn’t get it. He knows how his friends don’t favor his humor so he gets a little insecure when you laugh at their jokes sometimes. Just know he will be clingy behind closed doors to make up for being jealous of his own friends.
Kaveh: Everyday he tells you that he won’t overwork himself, he will take breaks today. He doesn’t, no matter how determined he is he will not take a break until you make him. On days when he’s stuck in his head you have to visit him while he’s at work or at home so he can come back down to earth here and there.
Tighnari: He will complain anyone who will listen about how he hates going into Sumeru city for one thing or another. However he will be giddy when he goes onto Sumeru City to visit you. While he doesn’t like the city, it isn’t so bad when you’re with him.
Fontaine
Lyney: He claims to love all the ways you touch him. However he does have a favorite, he loves when you scratch and massage his back. When you work through his back with your skilled hands he is a happy groaning mess. After a massage he will be like a napping pile of jello. Cuddles with a now loose muscled Lyney are so heart warming.
Neuvillette: He hates the taste of coffee, that’s a plain fact. However, he can’t help but enjoy the taste of coffee if it’s from your lips. The quick good morning kiss you give him as you sip on your coffee makes his head dizzy instead of disgusted like he normally is at the taste of coffee.
Wriothesley: He claims he doesn’t mind you going out alone or without him. Truthfully you are never actually without his surveillance. He has a tracker on your phone and he sends one of his coworkers to make sure you are always safe.
⚘ Summery: Once upon a time, you had given your heart to the Forge Master of Zhuming. Three decades together, he had forged you thirty rings and now a blade. The love in his eyes now feel like a distant memory, yet given to you at all time by your now beloved, Blade. Be the man he once was, he can never truly give up the concept of leaving a piece of himself with you.
⚘ Tags: Mainly fluff, themes of angst, fem!Reader, long life specie!Reader, domesticity, Blade is a little touchy, gift-giving, Blade tried to be nonchalant but it didn't work
⚘ Word count: 1k
⚘ A/N: ok i can't write summary, lowk going thru a writer's block so this is all I have 💔💔 and my finals start in two days, anyways everybody go slime @biancak1m
The sound of metal clashing against itself echoes through the workshop. Each strike of the hammer molds molten iron into the weapon he envisions. Yingxing, in particular, holds a very specific design in mind.
After all, this is a blade he’s forging for his wife—crafted from a blend of leftover scraps and the expensive metals he painstakingly saved up for. The thought alone has him practically beaming as he shapes it into form.
The stars, however, remain silent. In the dead of night, no sign of life stirs—save for Yingxing himself. The relentless ringing of metal is enough to irritate anyone.
And oh, does it bother you.
“Yingxing, come to bed. It’s two in the morning,” you call out, voice thick with sleep. Aeons know what he’s thrown himself into this time—a commission? A personal project? A gift for a friend? If only he devoted himself to rest with the same fervor.
The Forge Master’s focus finally drifts from the glowing metal at the sound of your voice. There’s a glimmer in his eyes when he looks at you—hair disheveled from sleep, expression pinched with irritation, clearly dragged from yet another failed attempt at rest. You lean against the workshop doorway like you belong there.
Perhaps you do. Anything he owns is yours.
He flashes you a grin—one you know well, one that hides more than it reveals. “Thirty more minutes. This one isn’t finished yet,” he says, words punctuated by the steady rhythm of his hammer.
A sigh slips past your lips, resignation settling in. You already know how the next thirty minutes will go—spent by the fireplace, waiting for him to return.
Retreating to the living room, you settle by the fire, watching it crackle as it slowly devours the wood. At some point, without realizing it, sleep claims you.
Until a hand brushes your cheek.
A quiet murmur of your name follows.
It doesn’t take long to recognize the voice—you’ve been married to this man for over thirty years. You know him in every form.
“Lovely, look what I’ve made for you.”
Your eyes flutter open, vision still hazy. The sight before you is familiar—Yingxing kneeling before you, gazing up with quiet anticipation, waiting for you to ask about his latest creation.
Your mind barely processes his words, but you recognize that look. You’ve seen it countless times. Before you can respond, something heavy settles onto your lap.
A blade.
Forged from the remains of Glamoth’s Empress, mixed with fragments of her Iron Cavalry. Its intricate designs weave together like a story—thirty years of memories etched into steel.
Your fingers trace the surface as though it were something fragile. The blade itself may not be delicate, but the intention behind it certainly is.
And the way he looks at you—hopeful, expectant, yearning for even the smallest praise—says everything.
What a lovesick man Yingxing is.
For someone driven by vengeance, his heart beats for something far softer.
A gentle smile graces your lips as you lean forward, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.
“It’s beautiful, my darling.” Your praise makes his heart stutter—you’re certain of it.
The grin that spreads across his face is full of pride, bordering on arrogance—not just in the blade, but in the fact that he’s made you happy.
You watch as his hand slips into the pocket of his tailcoat.
“I have something else for you,” he says, pulling something out—only to immediately hide it in his fist.
Like a familiar ritual, the motion repeats itself. His calloused hand takes yours, gently placing the object into your palm.
A ring.
Gold, with a delicately carved crane. Your heart aches at the sight.
Another one.
“Another?” you ask softly, the question echoing through thirty anniversaries—thirty rings he’s forged just for you.
None of them fit. But that was never the point. Each one is proof. Tangible, unwavering proof of your love.
“Another one,” he echoes, arms slipping around your waist. “And another next year. I’ll keep forging them until the very end—so we’ll never forget the years we shared.”
His words are muffled against your clothes, but they carry the same warmth they always have. Three decades, and not once has that love wavered.
The end of you… may only be the end of him.
You will live on—long enough to watch empires rise and fall, to witness the Borisin meet their end someday.
But his life, his fleeting eternity, all you can hope for is to spend it beside him.
Yingxing loves you.
Truly.
And he will love you until the very end.
A soft gasp escapes you before you fully awaken, eyes fluttering open to meet the pale gauze surrounding you. You shift slightly, pulling away from the fabric.
“Are you feeling alright?” The deep, slightly raspy voice is unmistakable.
After all, the man beside you is your beloved—Blade.
You hum softly, trying to steady yourself. There’s no reason to feel this way—not over a memory like that.
And yet… Something unfamiliar lingers in your chest.
“I had a sweet dream about you…” you murmur, almost hoping he doesn’t catch it.
But he does. You know it by the way his hand finds yours.
Ever since Blade accepted Shuhu’s curse and turned his focus toward destroying the Abomination, his body has changed—healing, stabilizing. Especially his hands.
And with that, you’ve gained something unexpected. A Blade who reaches for you. Whether in public or private, his hand is always in yours now.
“A ‘sweet’ dream about me is enough to upset you?” he asks. There’s no irritation in his tone—only concern.
For someone named Blade, he is unbearably gentle with you. And the thought that he might be the cause of your distress unsettles him more than anything.
A soft laugh escapes you as his free hand idly plays with your hair. “It was bittersweet,” you reply, shifting closer before burying your face against his chest.
He huffs quietly, unconvinced, sensing the lingering weight in your voice. Another memory? He doesn’t know. So instead, he pulls you closer—tightens his hold, presses a quiet kiss to the crown of your head, mirroring what you once did for him when the Mara consumed him.
“Go back to sleep. We have things to do tomorrow,” he murmurs, masking his intentions beneath casual words.
“…Silverwolf wants us to play with her.” The hesitation gives him away. Because that’s not what matters, these events have been reoccurring for days now.
Your anniversary is only hours away. And you know he has something prepared—something he cannot put into words, but will try to forge into existence all the same.
Because he will love you for eternity. Whether as Yingxing or Blade, that cursed heart still carries something untainted, something pure at all its forms— and that is you.
Synopsis: Boothill's a mother hen and you just so happen to be the object of his moderately concealed affections. It's a shame that you also have a knack for making him worry over you.
Or: You get drunk and Boothill comes to pick you up
A/N: idk, this one's kinda ass. this was supposed to be a drabble but ended up spiralling and went over 1k so then im morally obligated to call it a fic and not a drabble or ficlet
Tags: Boothill x GN! reader, friends to lovers (kinda), implied slowburn (its really not), modern AU, banter
Warnings: Brief mentions of throwing up , potentially ooc sorry
wc: 1,4k
Boothill worries. He can't help it, now can he? He grew up on a dadgum farm! He had to watch the sheep, look after the horses and keep an eye on the hooligans – younger and older – that he was (un)fortunate enough to call his siblings. It's only natural that after a lifetime of taking care of others, those habits would linger.
His friends – okay, everyone he knew – liked to call him a mother hen. His siblings said he was just like Graey, fussing and making sure someone doesn't end up banging their head against an electrical pole or get their leg chewed off by one of the rez dogs.
And alright, yeah. Boothill was also a fucking hypocrite. He'd be drinking enough whiskey to put any sane person into a coma but he'd also monitor everybody else's alcohol intake like a hawk. Sure, he'll be driving very a bit recklessly and you'll be in the passenger seat, muttering prayers to whatever deity you think may listen, but! He'll also practically yell in your ear if you go just a teeny tiny bit over the speed limit.
"Dammit, are ya tryna get us all killed?!" Boothill barks in your ear.
"With the way you're yelling in my ear, I have never been more tempted to," you answer with a glare.
"Woah there, firecracker. No need t'blow up on me," he chuckles, all gruff and warm and so fucking endearingly stupid that you really do contemplate driving into the truck in front just to put yourself out of this misery.
"I promise you, I can and will punch you if you don't shut the fuck up and let me drive," you grit through your teeth.
"Tch." Boothill sucks his teeth. "Some driver ya are. Any good host and driver worth their salt can keep up a conversation and drive with their damn eyes closed."
Your friends in the backseat only sigh. Every interaction between you and Boothill was agonizing to watch. He had a knack for getting on your nerves and you had a knack for making his mother-hen tendencies flare up.
It was a deadly combo, combined with the fact that the two of you had such obvious crushes on one another but were too emotionally constipated to properly show it.
On second thought, maybe a car crash that kills everyone isn't such a bad idea after all, your friends silently agree.
Anywho, the point is that Boothill, for all his flaws and infuriatingly cute habits and mannerisms, cared a lot. And it pissed you off to no end as it left you all too vulnerable to the whims of this godawful crush. Far too many nights were spent with you groaning into your pillow and morosely scrolling through his Insta, staring at the small dimples that appeared with every smile and the way certain locks of his hair would curl and frame his pretty face.
As it happens, Boothill wasn't faring much better either. He liked you. A lot. And he had already spent weeks beating himself up over it, feeling like a loser because who the hell falls in love with one of their best friends? That too someone who he clearly believed to be way out of his league. Yeah... nope. He can't do this. He cares too much about you and has gotten to the point where he debates subtly engraving your initials to the underside of his beloved hat.
Hopeless. Dumb dumb idiot dumb.
Salvation comes in the form of a party. Much to your disappointment delight, Boothill couldn't come for once. Everyone was thoroughly surprised since he was usually the first to say he'll go. But as it happens, he's come down with a cold and doesn't want to make it any better by recklessly drinking the night away. That's what he says though you hypothesize it's because his sister and her wife will be visiting the following day and he doesn't want word to get back to his parents that he's been partying too hard and sit through another 3 hour lecture.
But hey, you're no expert on the cowboy. You just happen to know a bit of this and that about a friend. That's all.
The party was good though. Decent. It would've been nicer if Boothill was there to make a fool out of himself, you surmise, but it wasn't the worse and hey! The drinks were good and didn't cost an arm and a liver for once. Shame, you'd been hoping to get even with Boothill for often covering your tab.
"how many drinks have ya had?? somethin tells me that im about 2b spammed with shitty selfies of ya"
Speak of the devil and he doth appear. In your phone, at least.
You squint at the screen, sipping on your… Eh, who cares about how many drinks you've had?
Well, Boothill apparently did.
"whats it to u???" You type back.
"Jus checkin in on ya. lord knows youre enough to send anyone into an early grave"
"right well im find"
"finne*"
"finland*"
"finn*"
"its alright. take yer time, darlin"
You glare at your screen before switching it off. Jerk. You're perfectly fine. It's not your fault that autocorrect decided now was the perfect time to commit suicide, nor was it your fault that the letters on your phone apparently had twins and appeared double. Whatever. The night was still young and they were playing one of your favourite songs now. You're not gonna let some irritating cowboy put a dent in your partying.
Though hours later, you were kinda wishing he was around. The party had ended some time ago and you'd declined your friends' offer to get you home. You lived nearby, there was no need, you'd told them. As drunk as you were, you should be fine, you had said.
Famous last words. Your feet hurt from all the dancing and you've nearly tripped over your own two feet twice now. Thrice, as you trip and bump into a solid wall. You groan, rubbing at your eyes and trying to push yourself upright. Huh.. weird. On second thought, this wall wasn't really that solid. Hard yes, but oddly squishy.
"Darlin', as flattered as I am that ya love my body, I'd rather y'don't squeeze my pecs like that."
You scramble off of him, as if you've been burned.
"The fuck're you doing here?" You glare blearily.
"Rappa texted me," Boothill replies, holding up his phone.
Traitor.
"You shouldn't listen to everything she says, y'know," You mumble. Your body felt oddly warm now. Whether that was from the alcohol or Boothill placing an arm around you to keep you upright, you're not sure. You hope it's the former. "She was drinking a fuckton."
"Yeh an' you and I both know that that gal has superhuman metabolism and never gets moppy," Boothill answers dryly.
"What I wouldn't give for that skill…"
"You an' me both, sugar. You an' me both."
You're about to answer back, something snarky about letting Boothill know that you can walk perfectly fine on your own and don't need his arm around your body, no matter how perfectly it slotted around you or how much you enjoyed leaning against him just a bit. But, he coughs just then. The crunchy kind, where you can hear him rack up all that phlegm and spit it out on the sidewalk.
"What? I told y'all I was sick," Boothill shrugs in response to your disgusted face.
Oh. So he was telling the truth after all.
"Didn't have to come and play babysitter with me if you're sick," You mutter.
I don't want your health to worsen on my account.
"Someone's gotta be responsible 'round here. Gotta make sure y'don't choke when ya end up hurlin' yer guts out in 5 minutes time."
You're more important than some dumb cold.
"No seriously. What if I end up throwing up on you and you get sicker and die and then I'll have your blood on my hands?"
You feel something press against your forehead. Soft and refreshingly cool due to the metal rings that pierced the tender flesh. You close your eyes and tell yourself that it's only the rain. It's only the rain kissing your skin and guiding you back home.
"If that happens, I'll be sure to haunt yer sorry ass 'til y'go insane and join me," Boothill murmurs.
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel!
Bloodhound Gang - The Bad Touch
MNDI – NOT SUITED FOR MINORS
Primal instincts take the lead!
In this series of oneshots, hybrid characters from Genshin Impact and Honkai: Star Rail just can’t resist you. Different features, different creatures, same hunger.
List of the creatures:
Red Riding Hood & The Big Bad Pie – In which Red Riding Hood gets the creamiest of the pies! (werewolf!Varka x reader)
TWs: MNDI, PWP, fairy tale vibes, predator/prey, size difference, age gap (he calls reader lil' Red, but reader IS NOT a minor) possessive behavior, manhandling, implied kidnapping. NSFW: non-con to dub-con to con, virginity loss, knotting, breeding kink, dacryphilia, creampie, Varka is in heat, oral sex (f receiving), a tiny bit of rimming and anal play marking/claiming, serving pussy so good he sees Celestia.
Pride Rock (Hard) – In which photographer's focus shifts from wildlife to wild life! (LionHybrid!JingYuan x reader)
TWs: MNDI, implied stalking, abduction, predator/prey dynamics, claiming, forced bonding, power imbalance, size difference, manhandling, blood (from biting), and an itty-bitty plot twist at the end. NSFW: non-con to dub-con, spanking (x2 cause i'm freaky), fingering, oral (m receiving), face fucking, headlock, mating bite, creampie, breeding, cervix bullying, body betrayal (forced orgasm).
My Kitchen, My Rules, Your Face – In which an overworked girl suddenly adopts a feral himbo! (RaccoonHybrid!Caelus x reader)
TWs: Slice of life, breaking and entering, yearning, tsunder-ish reader, , hurt/comfort (just you both being stupid), stalking, possessiveness, jealousy, reader is an overworked office girlie so ummm grumpy x (kinda dumb) sunshine dynamics. NSFW: oral sex (f receiving, face sitting), dirty talk, praise kink, begging, coming untouched, lingerie kink (man in lingerie yall), PiV, protected to unprotected sex (which is really irresponsible dont do that pls), marathon sex, messy sex, exhibionism (kinda? you talk to your boss thru the phone while Cae be pounding), overstimulation, marking, pussy drunk raccoon bum.
Prey 4 D1ck – In which a smol bunny bullies (his way into the) big pussy. (Bunny!Lohen x Lynx!Reader)
TWs: yandere Lohen, stalking, obsessive/possessive behavior, non-con touching, graphic violence, he threatens one guy, blood, knife play, kidnapping (sort of), manipulation, predator/prey dynamic (reversed hihi). NSFW: dub-con, Lohen is a sadomasochist, riding (cowgirl), oral (m and f recieving), face-fucking, cum play, implied heat (reader), collaring, choking, spanking, degradation and humiliation, cum marking, a bit of edging, blood as sexual stimulus, edging.
H2O: Just Add... a Sovereign – In which a fisher girl takes the bait – hook line and sinker! (Merman!Neuvilette x reader)
TWs: manipulation, power Imbalance (god/devotee dynamics), possessive behavior, drowning/asphyxiation, size difference, forced transformation, forced mating, Neuvi breaking corals (DO NOT DO IT). NSFW: dub-con elements, PiV, come marking, belly bulge, he has 2 monster cocks so double penetration (in one hole), oral sex (m and f receiving), overstimulation, cervix fucking, face-fucking, wet and messy, eggpreg, breeding.
FFS! Fox, Feast… Spouse? – In which a certain lonely fox spirit ties the knot... or knots! (Kitsune!Jiaoqiu x reader)
TWs: Lost in the woods trope, manipulation, drugging, forced marriage, heavily implied murder and cannibalism, graphic descriptions of violence and wounds, eye trauma mentioned, drugging, transformation (u lose ur sight but earn uh... some other body parts...), he also turned out a bit yander-ish and ooc lol, erotic horror basically, reader is not okay… this one is pretty dark. NSFW: Non-con, shibari, gag, period sex, blood kink, body betrayal, breeding, creampie, forced orgasm, biting, dacryphilia, sadomasocistic Jiaoqiu, stockhom syndrome (kinda?...).
Just what the Doctor ordered – In which putting all your eggs in one basket doesn't end well! (???Dottore x DoveHybrid!reader)
TWs: Dottore, abduction, captor/captive, cold to possessive dottore, a bit of medical horror, size difference, forced proximity, fearplay, degradation, nesting, death threats, malnourished + petite reader. NSFW: Non-con, monsterfucking, fuck or die situation (for the reader), loss of innocence, oviposition, and egg laying, marking, oral sex (m resieving), twisted aftercare.
2 bulls 1 cow – In which two bulls thoroughly befriend their farmer's prized cowgirl! (BullHybrid!Phainon x CowHybrid!reader x BullHybrid!Mydei)
TWs: Polyamory, love at first sight, size difference, manhandling, praise and degradation kinks, innocent reader, implied cubby reader. NSFW: breeding kink, lactation kink, exhibitionism (outdoor sex), oral sex (m and f receiving), squirting, creampie, overstimulation, dacryphilia, spanking, full nelson, double penetration
Note: order and tags may change, but animalistic behaviour and penetrative sex + possessive behaviour are constant ones.
Your honor, in my defense, I'm an ovulating freak! Also, my birthday is coming up and I've decided to kinda treat myself as well my darlings to some animalistic smut c:
Btw, do tell me if i need to create a taglist for this one.
Upd: Leave a comment under this post if you want me to tag you.
-> Headcanons & loose imagines in which the reader (no specific pronouns used) is a fellow hydro dragon. Begins as platonic and develops into romance.
Was thinking today abt Neuvillette with a dragon!SO and wanted to jot some ideas down, but it turned into this :)
-> Neuvillette's blue horn-like features in his hair are referred to here as rhinophores!
-> SFW, ~4k words
-> CW: Descriptions of physical affection, jealousy, general clinginess, briefly implied near-harassment (not by Neuvillette)
Upon first meeting, Neuvillette feels unusually tense around you without any understanding why. Whether you are meeting at your place of work (say if you are a baker, a mercenary, guard, etc), haphazardly in public or at the Opera, or whilst delivering something to Neuvillette's office in the Palais Mermonia, he finds the first encounter strange and off-putting. You look human enough, surely, as human as anyone else does.
He feels guilty, in that he may miss much of your initial conversation in attempting to figure out what about you strikes him as odd. There are hundreds of faces he sees on a nearly daily basis, and he's truly seen all, but it is you he absolutely cannot shake. Is it how you hold yourself? How you speak to him? It truly wracks his brain, and he barely gets to know you in attempting to understand why you seem to make him feel this way.
When you leave, Neuvillette gingerly requests the assistance of a nearby Melusine (Sedene, if he's in his office) who'd seen you. He asks if she's noticed anything peculiar or off-putting about your person, since Melusines are uniquely skilled in seeing beyond the physical form.
To his utter disbelief, the Melusine returns his just slightly distressed expression with a big, cheery smile. She gushes about how friendly you are towards her and the other Melusines, and that your essence looks just like that of Monsieur Neuvillette's! Neuvillette blinks at this information, brows knitting together as he tries to make sense of it. Were the Melusines being literal in viewing a kind person as similar to him (if so, he is quite flattered), or is it more than that?
He spies you in the far distance, as something catches your attention and prompting you to stop. A staggered breath spills from his lips seeing two near-identical blue rhinophores among the strands of your hair. In his utter disbelief (and slight stupidity), he does not chase after you, but remains standing there, unable to grasp what he's just witnessed.
In all his centuries of being in this human form, he has never met another dragon, let alone what he assumes to be another of his own kind. He has met Vishaps, yes, he has heard rumors of the Geo and Dendro sovereigns in neighboring nations, but he has yet to meet another true Hydro Dragon, let alone one that assumes human form like he does.
The next few days in his office pass remarkably slowly. Neuvillette is uncharacteristically unproductive as he now replays that first meeting over and over in his head like a record, trying to analyze each word you spoke, the expression in your eyes, the overall characteristics of you. Were you aware that Neuvillette was like you, too, and simply made no acknowledgement of it? Were there more like you, somewhere? How had someone like you existed without once ever catching his eye?
Whatever your story may be, Neuvillette finds he can hardly function without answers. In the many centuries of his now human-esque existence, he has been left to his own devices to figure out what it means to be a dragon, what to expect, and how to live as one among human society. The answers he's sought now dangle before him tauntingly, just barely out of reach.
Whilst he can scour endless tomes and read human recollections of dragonkind and its lost culture, it provides an outside, matter-of-fact perspective of his kind that gets him no closer to understanding who he is meant to be. By meeting you, Neuvillette now has access to learn about the true lived experience of a dragon, the emotions attached to it, the quiet details that no book could capture.
He decides it, then. The Iudex will seek you out again, selfishly subscribing to the pursuit of his own desires, to make sense of someone like him that has appeared seemingly out of the blue (did you come from the ocean…?)
As determined as the Chief Justice is, he sends you a rather awkward, straightforward letter requesting your company in his office. He cannot hope for an agreed meeting whilst requesting for a meeting place in the middle of nowhere with a complete stranger - he understands this, so his office is the best he can do.
Until you arrive, the Iudex will pace his office, wondering what questions to ask and what you might say. He wonders if openly revealing his identity to another will be a mistake.
He also wishes to befriend you. Though the Iudex prefers to keep a respectful distance from many for the sake of impartiality, he would at the very least prefer to make an amicable relationship between himself and one of his kind. Neuvillette fears unintentionally offending you, not knowing whether or not to subscribe more to human politeness or to truly unmask and allow himself to adopt more draconic tendencies.
His office is… overprepared, to say the least. Recalling how Lady Furina used to host guests, he has requested sweets and savory sandwiches be prepared. Neuvillette has even brought with him one of his favorite bottles of water, a vintage from the snowy mountains of Snezhnaya. He wonders if all Hydro Dragons share the same love of tasting water or if he is truly unique in his pleasures.
When you arrive, your eyes widen at how many preparations were made seemingly just for you. You sheepishly ask the Iudex if he is expecting others, and he seems to avoid your gaze when he tells you plainly that it is simply the two of you. You are, truthfully… not entirely sure why he's asked you here. You have a single hunch, though.
In your first meeting, you picked up on the fact that he was like you, but you thought it rude or improper to point it out. You figured the two of you were both aware of this fact, so there was no need to air it, especially in a public space. Perhaps the meeting now was to quietly confirm that likeness?
You were right, it seems. Neuvillette asks you to sit. He is calm, donning his typical neutral countenance as he explains his dilemma as of late. You listen, nodding your head, though your eyes curiously dart to the bottle of water before him. That gesture disrupts him so severely that he staggers onto his next word, abandons it, and asks you with a huff of a laugh if you'd like a glass of water.
You bob your head eagerly, watching near ravenously as the Iudex pours his specialty water into a silver goblet. As he hands it to you, your fingers brush against his gloved hand, and you feel a sudden, startling warmth blossom inside you. Forcing it away, you nod gratefully to him, but your excitement is palpable.
The water's flavor is truly like nothing else you've ever tried, and you're sure to tell him how much you enjoyed it. Neuvillette's lips are parted slightly in disbelief, eyes a hint wider than usual, and he cannot help but smile. It seems before he can get to the admission of why he has invited you here, the two of you go down a rabbit hole rambling about water-tasting, which is proof enough of the fact that you, too, are like him.
When the jovial conversation ends, you cannot help but ask Neuvillette why he's brought you here. As flattered as you are to be invited to the Chief Justice's office for conversation, you cannot imagine you made such a first impression for him to do so with a complete stranger. Given the distance he keeps, it would seem uncharacteristic. With courage to rip the metaphorical bandaid off, you blurt and ask if this is because the two of you are both dragons. Hydro dragons, to be specific.
Your directness stuns him into silence. The Iudex takes a moment, but returns your question with an honest nod. He asks how long you'd known for him, and you admit that it was rather evident from a first conversation. Pointed ears, rhinophores, the way the water seemed to react to the both of you. There's almost a tinge of red on his ears as he gives no reaction to your ease of identification of his nature, but simply accepts it.
Indeed, this meeting marks the beginning of a lovely friendship :) Over the following months, you and the Chief Justice share weekly chats in his office about anything and everything. You indulge him in your knowledge of dragonkind - of course, this depends on what your background is, but still, your perspective alone comforts the loneliness he once felt.
Neuvillette reciprocates by telling you what he knows and has learned. In this way, the two of you grow together.
You become a bit tense and overly formal when he casually reveals that he is the Hydro Sovereign. You scold yourself mentally for the impoliteness you have shown him, but Neuvillette insists otherwise and says the only impoliteness would be to not express yourself as you are. It's not instant, but you relax with time, and can become yourself freely around him.
Also, he brings a different type of water to try each meeting - or he tries to. With his busy schedule, he cannot always locate something new, but he tries his very best. Neuvillette lights up with delight when you enjoy one that he does, and seems to feel relief when you share your distaste of a particular type that he, too, found unfavorable (for example, he found water from the northern sea of Nod Krai to be a hint too metallically for his preference).
The rain seems to lessen when you're around. Neuvillette was unaware at first, but he comes to realize this with intrigue. On the days that rain occurs free of his influence, he wonders if it is from you - he feels foolish in realizing how much he now worries for your wellbeing. He hopes that you are well, that you are not grieving in silence as he is accustomed to. On nights where he has finished his work early and the rain pours freely of him, he conveniently shows up to your place of residence with dinner or asking to take a walk with you.
He feels quite silly when he appears on nights when you are perfectly fine, but has come to realize how partial he has become towards you. Neuvillette thinks of you, hears your voice, your laugh, feels the ghost of your fingers brushing his hand, and cannot seem to rid himself of it.
With your friendship comes a deepened understanding of strange feelings and behaviors he has noticed within himself. With you, he feels freer to embrace them and how to properly take care of himself.
For example, you warn Neuvillette about the stiffness and discomfort that can arise if one's rhinophores or horns are not properly attended to. You do not touch his (as they are particularly sensitive for all dragons), but demonstrate on yourself how to relieve tension and massage the base. He replicates your movements and notices, indeed, how much discomfort he's been holding.
You still have yet to show each other your true forms. Let's say over a year has passed. Neuvillette is very shy about it, and you completely understand. You're happy enough just having another hydro dragon as a friend (let alone the Hydro Sovereign).
Since this point, Neuvillette has found himself mimicking many of your behaviors subconsciously. As you grow closer, he notices how often you gift him small things. For example, sometimes you bring him unique waters you've found in your line of work or daily life, perhaps you bring him lunch, or maybe just interesting seashells you've found. Neuvillette reciprocates by returning seashells that he's found on his nightly walks, gifting you ribbons or shiny jewels he has come across, and especially waters he delights in.
What he cannot understand fully, but brings him such immense comfort is hoarding some of the items that once belonged to those he cared about. In one of your meetings, Neuvillette mentions in passing how he holds onto seemingly unimportant items, such as one of Lady Furina's old golden brooches, an envelope containing a letter sent by Duke Wriothesley, a pen the Traveller left behind. He is particularly flustered about and conveniently does not mention how many items of yours he's held onto - including every single seashell you have brought him.
You explain jovially and rather innocently, none the wiser, that dragons hoard items, particularly items they cherish or coming from someone they cherish. Dragons hoarding many items from one individual is typically expected for family members or for mates - and Neuvillette feels a breath caught in his throat.
When he thanks you and you go your separate way, he cannot help but replay on loop what you have said. Though, as more evenings pass, he supposes the context fits uncomfortably well. Neuvillette realizes it rains more when you are absent, that his heart races before each meeting, when he can hear your voice behind a door but cannot yet see your face, how often he thinks of you, how protective he feels over you.
It's one day that Neuvillette, against his better judgement, asks you with a rosy expression how romantic courting works for dragonkind. The Iudex explains that he believes he understands somewhat of how the process works for humans, but perhaps not for dragonkind. He's read textbooks, but to actually live the experience? Different. Your face matches his light crimson, but you explain it to him. You admit that you don't have a mate, especially given dragons mate for life, but there a few aspects you do know about how it works:
There has to be some sort of long-lasting, pre-existing bond established for courting to begin.
One dragon, oftentimes the male, will attempt to make an impressive display, often of power, towards the other to demonstrate his readiness and ability to sustain such a bond. Neuvillette unknowingly, whilst with you on a walk outside of the court of Fontaine, insists you stay behind him as he power washes handles a group of Treasure Hoarders harassing a Sumerian scholar attempting to repair her boat. His manner of handling them was a tad more… extreme than you expected, and he seems apologetic for losing his restraint. Neuvillette admits quietly he's unsure what came over him.
Dragons exchange gifts and may perhaps begin to build their nest with said gifts. You notice in the corner of your bedroom, a suspicious pile beginning to grow of gifts - ribbons, seashells, gems, clothing - that Neuvillette has given you. Neuvillette, on a late night filled with interminable paperwork, looks up with astonishment upon realizing how messy his typically orderly office has become. Whilst he's always sure to keep your gifts in a safe location, as they mean very much to him, he notices how they have sort of been gathering in a pile… Neuvillette feels distracted by how unkept he has seemingly become, and wonders if something has come over him.
Dragons may attempt to mark their potential mate to warn others away, and may get jealous if their courting partner is pursued by another. Neuvillette, one day, with the encouragement of the Melusines, decides to craft a necklace with a small scallop shell at the end. He gives it to you, quietly proud of his work, and seems to hold his breath when you ask it to clasp it around your neck. Now, he notices how you wear it everywhere, often fidgeting with it or telling other Melusines with joy that Monsieur Neuvillette crafted this just for you!
One day, however, a merchant notices the shimmering shell and compliments it, though he seems to be more so complimenting its wearer. Neuvillette is not far away, discussing reports with nearby Marechaussee Phantom members. He cannot seem to pay attention to the conversation at hand, and instead feels an intense tension in his jaw, a broiling distaste and unpleasant sensation in his chest. He apologizes profusely to the Melusine with which he converses and turns to the conversation that is louder than anything else in the area. Neuvillette notices how the fellow attempts to reach out and touch your collarbone where the necklace resides, and the Iudex interrupts with the sort of calmness he only possesses when he is wordlessly angry, to step away from you. The merchant stammers an apology and scatters elsewhere within moments.
Dragons become fiercely protective over their mates. After this has occurred, Neuvillette fusses over you. He scans you from head to toe, asking if you are okay. You reassure him that the merchant had just then tried to reach out, and that you had plans to stop him before he could. He insists that you should have called him over sooner if you were uncomfortable, and you admit you had no idea that he was even here and that you could've handled yourself.
The days that follow, Neuvillette finds it difficult to let you out of his sight. Your meetings drag on (haha) longer, he walks you home, he asks if you have had enough water, if you are taking care of yourself, physically and mentally. You find yourself reciprocating for a reason that initially evades you, insisting he not work so late into the night so he can rest, that he take a day or two off.
When it pours, you come to comfort and console him. How strange and wonderful it feels all at once to have another standing next to him as the rain covers the city. He cannot quite put to words what it means for you to stand there with him, nor the warmth it brings to him. You feel the very same, in despite the chill of the rain cooling your skin, you have never felt so warm.
It is only a month or so later that the two of you, at separate moments, realize that you have been courting the other. Neuvillette, though flustered, cannot deny the fact. You accept it just as well, but know there is one step left - to seal that which you have shared, if you so wish.
Dragons will share a flight to seal their companionship.
At this point, you and Neuvillette have more explicitly been going on dates together. He has been explicit in asking you on them, as have you, and they have all been wonderful - to be honest, these "dates" are not any different than your weekly meetings shared in his office, on walks within or outside the Court of Fontaine, or at cafes, but now there is a romantic subtext you both have acknowledged.
Neuvillette is shy to initiate physical touch. But one walk, you, with a pounding heart and rosy cheeks, ask if you can hold his hand. Breath catching, he nods, and your fingers playfully brush his before slipping between his gloved ones. He squeezes your hand.
He grows more relaxed at this. This turns into playful knee bumps when sitting together, to fixing each other's hair, to hugs that linger longer than either of you wish to admit, to kisses on the forehead, cheek, and eventually, to the lips. Neuvillette always kisses your forehead when you go to leave from his office, and pleads for you to be safe in that soft and desperate but low voice only you get to hear.
It is nearing the end of summer when Neuvillette admits that he is ready to show you his full form. You meet by the coast, far from any prying eyes, beneath the nocturnal sky blanketed by glimmering stars. Neuvillette, wearing solely a white dress shirt whose sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, black slacks, and no shoes, seems to pace back and forth on the sand. You cannot help but smile at his nervousness - it's endearing, but you understand. You also spy the pearly and deep scales littering his arms and hand that have always been hidden beneath his judicial robes.
When you greet and reassure him, it isn't long until you show yourselves fully to each other. You transform into your draconic form first to inspire confidence within him, your scales and fins unfurling, towering far above him, your rhinophores glowing in the darkness of the evening. You playfully nudge him with your snout.
When Neuvillette takes on his form, it is graceful and far more majestic than you ever imagined. He is the Hydro Sovereign, after all. The Iudex, no, the Hydro Sovereign towers even above you, azure scales gleaming beneath the moonlight, his fins glowing cerulean and aquamarine not so unlike the rhinophores on his head, which are now far longer. A grand white mane sits atop his head, travelling not only around his chest, but in a thin line down his spine, curling into his tail. Violet eyes with sharp slits purposefully avoiding your gaze, you rumble with delight and nudge your snout against his own.
It's then that he finally works up the courage to look at you. Neuvillette lets out a small rumble of returned satisfaction, nuzzling his snout against your own. You trill as you nod towards the water, your snake-like figure disappearing gracefully beneath the waves. Neuvillette's huff of a laugh follows as he dives after you.
The two of you glide through the ocean waters for what feels like hours. The cool ocean current glides past you as you race over coral, beneath arches, between sunken ships, through schools of fish. Neuvillette is far faster than you anticipated, and while you were nearly as fast as him, he ultimately beats your speed, but encourages you playfully that you can catch up next time.
As you swim, you swim spirals around the other, your form coiling around Neuvillette's playfully. He too darts beneath you, bumping you teasingly, before meeting you side by side, as you finish your swim at an even pace.
Returning to shore, you collapse with pleasant exhaustion from your swim. Neuvillette exhales with matched exhaustion, but he lies beside you, head resting atop your neck, tail entangled with your own. He thanks you for everything, and quietly professes his love. You return said admission, thanking him for helping you to feel not so alone in this complicated world.
With that, the two of you become mates :)
Some actual headcanons because I started writing them, and then it devolved(?) into an imagine/oneshot:
Neuvillette obviously feels free to be his full draconic self around you. This includes being a bit clingier than he would like to admit (he feels embarrassed about it, but you reassure him there's nothing to feel embarrassed about). He adores holding your hand, hugging you, holding you whilst you lounge or rest together. He finds that he does not want to be without you, and often tries to be as close to you as he can manage.
Mutual fussing over each other. You like to help him get ready every morning, including helping him brush out that massive head of hair and either tying it into its usual low ponytail or braiding it. You also delicately clip his usual accessories to his hair, just above his ear, making sure they're just right. He will gladly exchange the favor and help you with your own hair. Neuvillette adores brushing strands of hair from your forehead, fixing your collar or sleeve cuffs, or making sure you're warm enough. He will very happily give you his jacket at any moment's notice - the sight of you wearing his clothes is enough to make him melt.
Shared care of your draconic forms. Now that you're together, you don't mind helping to massage the area around his rhinophores that have the tendency to grow sore, and he returns the favor to you. You also help each other clean your scales, which is particularly helpful for those hard to reach places.
You definitely have some sort of a shared nest now :) It's a collection of items from your two separate nests (that you were both subconsciously creating) merged into one. In that way, it's a sweet reminder of your time spent together.
You often go on nightly swims in your dragon forms. You're careful not to get spotted. Afterwards, you almost always curl up with the other and reflect on your lives. You often drift asleep due to the lulling melody of Neuvillette's voice (a blessing and a curse), and Neuvillette must decide each time whether to bring the two of you somewhere safer or to let you rest there.
Regardless, Neuvillette is very smitten with you and you with him. He's so happy, after centuries, to have finally found someone like him, with whom he is free to be himself.
Ughhhhh Neuvillette with a dragon S/O is so cute </3 I'm considering writing some HCs for different types of dragons, like pyro or cryo dragons. Thank you for reading all of this!!
