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pommetarte · 6 days

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now I'm actually invested in this idea. maybe I'll write a full length fic someday idk... for now I have short hcs

summary: crowley decides to "give away" yuu to the highest "donation" for financial reasons type of post: headcanons characters: all nrc students additional info: can be read as platonic or romantic, except malleus is pretty romantic, second person pov, yuu is gender neutral, maybe a little ooc I wrote this as soon as I got up

crowley has had his fair share of "what the fuck" moments from you but this was really taking the cake

he acts so... casual about it?

swaggers into ramshackle one morning and says times are tough and your personal expenses are straining the budget so he's decided to "put you in someone else's care"

"The screening process will be vigorous to make sure you end up in good hands!" like you're a cat or something "Your expenses will be covered and you'll have somewhere to go during break!"

okay great. pretty obvious you have no say in this, so you don't even argue. what's the worst that could happen?

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Ace, Deuce, Jack, and Epel find you the next day to say they're pooling their money to buy you

"To what?"

Epel shrugs. "Oh, well Crowley said we need to offer a donation to prove we're capable of supporting you..."

(you think that if not for the laws of this land you would have slaughtered that old fart)

Jack goes on a really long tirade about how shady and underhanded this is, making sure to reaffirm that he believes you should be free to make your own choices

"So you'll let me go once you get me?"

"Uhhh..."

Ace thinks once they buy you you'll have no choice but to do all of his homework for him

Deuce says that's not really how it works- and even if he tried, Riddle would kill him

(they've already gone over this twice before finding you)

Epel happily volunteers to take you home with him over breaks, probably the only positive in this mess

even if he thinks the whole thing is kind of funny

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incapable of keeping his mouth shut, Ace accidentally spills the plan to Riddle, who is understandably aghast

you can't just give away a person under your care like a toy!

of all the irresponsible things...

of course, he'll have to put up his offer, too

purely for your sake! with a nicer room and a brand new copy of the dorm rules, maybe you'll stop getting yourself into trouble

he's got some family money (doctors, naturally) and considers this a worthwhile purchase, for his sanity and yours

of course, Trey and Cater overhear and may or may not be pooling their own cash for a chance, too

going behind Riddle's back on this is a risky venture, but hey, someone's gotta be on your side, here, right?

I mean, between a bunch of sixteen year old boys, the housewarden, and them, who would you choose?

actually don't answer that

...not that it's much of a secret, anyway. Cater's already got their gofundme equivalent link in bio

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Leona initially plans to have you become a live-in lackey like Ruggie

but then he really starts thinking- and, hey, the possibilities are endless, right?

for one, you'd make a really good pillow

he might have to kick Grim out for your full attention, but you could learn to live with that

and malleus would hate it

...that's reason enough for him

plus, he's got money to burn, so why not?

either way, he sets his bid at a reasonable (maybe too confident) price and sits back to watch the chaos unfold as everyone scrambles for a piece of the pie

news travels fast around school, after all

then Ruggie finds out that you could dethrone him as Leona's #2 and is understandably a little annoyed

that's his cushy post-grad job gig, thank you! he's worked hard for that!

besides, why should Leona get to hoard you? the guy can barely take care of himself!

so, Ruggie ends up outsourcing to a few dozen classmates for the necessary funds at a steep I-owe-you price

he's gonna be eating nothing but dandelions for a while...

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now, Azul is annoyed

once the news goes school-wide, it's all anyone can talk about

talk about good marketing...

why didn't he think of such a brilliant scam? he could have negotiated with Crowley to have a café brand deal tie-in!

of course, he's already set his bid, with Jade and Floyd offering to pitch in as necessary

it's a risky investment, sure, but a worthwhile one

Azul tells everyone that with the prefect's "obvious" popularity, having them at the café a few nights a week would drive sales through the roof

though that's really just what he says to shirk suspicion

a likely excuse coming from him, though, really, it would just be nice having you around

and if not for his own affections, Floyd's incessant begging and Jade's subtly manipulative comments about "how nice" it would be having a new face around would be enough for him to cave eventually

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"Kalim, no," is the first thing that Jamil says

"I strongly advise against this. It's another one of Crowley's silly scams and you could end up a target bec- are you even listening?"

hint: he is not

the second Kalim found out that he could get to take in his favorite magicless student like one of his treasures, he was all over it

(AKA infinite sleepovers)

and for what? a little optional donation to prove he's got the funds? he's got cash to spare!

he's already got your new room in Scarabia set up before he even puts his bid in

right next to his of course :)

and despite what Jamil insists, he himself might be working behind the curtain just a little to ensure he's the one who ends up with you

after all, why should Kalim get everything? this might be a valuable learning opportunity for him

You don't always get what you want

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as much as Epel tries to keep the rest of his dorm from finding out, it's inevitable

he's actually a little surprised that the news didn't get to Vil sooner

with Rook around campus, surely he must have said something...

when Vil does find out, though, he just sighs

oh, of course. what next, will everyone meet each other in the arena and fight to the death over the prefect?

of all the silly, immature things...

oh? what's that? he's bidding anyway? of course he is, silly potato. he can't have some unwashed miscreant making you sleep on polyester bedding

(really, he's the only person on campus worthy of your time)

Rook has also been mysteriously absent from the dorm lately, though his initials on a poem and a strangely large sum of money end up in the donation pile

but really, that could be anyone... Rook would never dare betray Vil again, right?

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Ortho finds out directly from the other first years and sends Idia the details immediately

with a little note of encouragement, of course: "could be excellent for improving your social skills!"

Idia understandably freaks out

"WTF!!!! nooo way! this is a person, not a chatbot we're talking about here! I can barely keep virtual pets alive!!!!"

(liar)

(...but this is still different)

the conversation ends there, but semi-anonymous bid from someone named "gloomurai" gets cashapp'd directly to crowley

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everyone in the room immediately turns to Malleus

"For the record, I think it's wrong to be bargaining over a human being," Silver says first. "But if anyone could handle it with grace, it's you."

Lilia laughs. "Oh, you're just saying that because you like the prefect so much!"

"Father, you're the one who likes the prefect so much,"

"Oh, right! carry on then. After all, I'm sure we could share,"

Sebek is the only one relatively against the idea, though Lilia luckily manages to get him to lower his voice after his third speech about how you aren't good enough for his liege

Malleus is rather quiet through the whole evening, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with any of the points made

he disappears for a short while, and when he comes back he seems a little more confident

though, of course, he goes to you first

seeing him at Ramshackle in the middle of the night is a familiar and welcoming sight after all of the chaos of your week

and he's in a great mood!

"Child of man! I've come with news," he says. "I have heard of your predicament and have come up with a solution!"

you immediately sulk. "Oh, no. You know I think this whole thing is terrible, right?"

"Yes, Silver mentioned you might not like the idea of being bought and sold like a trinket. But worry not, I do not plan on paying for you in money,"

you pause, at a loss for words, and then tentatively continue. "You're not...?"

"Of course not. What a primitive idea, I was baffled to hear it myself. My proposal will be more traditional: a modest sum of treasure, and a generous amount of livestock and the finest crop Briar Valley can offer,"

certainly he's not this naive, you think

"You really think Crowley is going to accept that over money? I'm pretty sure Kalim just bid away an entire country's worth,"

he laughs. "You speak as if this is some kind of business deal! I'm quite confident that my dowry will be best,"

huh. that was a strange way of putting it

but then again, you still didn't really understand how things work here, so you go along with it

and you allow yourself to relax. he seems confident in his offer, and he doesn't even see you as some kind of prize to win!

"Oh, well, alright. Thanks! I'm glad you're on it,"

he smiles. "Rest assured, child of man, you're in good hands. My dowry will far outshine the others, and the wedding will be even better,"

"I was honestly getting a little nervous for a momen- wait- wedding!?"

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pommetarte · 6 days

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dating hc's with dr. ratio, aventurine + blade!

headcanons about what these hsr men do in a relationship witth you <3

cw: x reader, gn! reader (no physical descriptions), mostly fluff, sfw, headcanon style

notes: hsr brainrot… ahahaha... i hope i have a fairly good grasp on these characters and wrote them well.

wc: ~1050 words, around 350 words per character. all under the cut!

feel free to drop an ask or to add on to my thoughts! likes + rbs are appreciated <3

✎ Dr. Ratio:

He likes parallel play, or being alone together with you. He works on his own projects, like grading papers or writing a new thesis while you’re doing your own thing, like playing video games or reading. Occasionally, he might ask you for your input, such as ideas about his next thesis or what pose he should sculpt himself into next.

He has a spare desk and chair for you in his office. You can choose to do work or entertain yourself there when you visit him and he’s still teaching a lecture, but feel free to take a nap on the plush sofa he bought just for you.

He will nag you about your health but in an annoyingly endearing way. He fusses over you, telling you about appropriate attire for today’s weather, offering you an umbrella, and reminding you to drink water.

He entertains all your ideas, no matter how silly or illogical. He’ll hear you out on anything you say, though he might have some very strong disagreements or objections to your ideas, especially if they are silly or completely nonsensical. However, he never turns you away when you bound up to him with a mischievous gleam in your eyes - he just sighs and prepares himself mentally to hear whatever goofiness comes out of your mouth.

He’s your biggest cheerleader, supporter, and advocate. Though he may come off as intimidating, he is always willing to help advance your career or work. He has many connections and vast knowledge of the universe after all - why not utilize them for his beloved?

He’s very good at dispelling any irrational thoughts in your head. If you’re panicking and your mind is disoriented, he’ll sit next to you and hold your hand gently, but firmly to ground you. He doesn’t speak at all when you vent out all your frustration, confusion, or anger - rather, he’s silently contemplative and then asks questions when you finish talking. He’ll indirectly guide you to a solution while gently calming you down as he dispels those pesky thoughts from your head.

He makes a custom alabaster head for you.

♤ Aventurine:

A big fan of matching accessories and clothing. You don’t need to wear the exact same outfit, but he likes wearing complementary colors and jewelry to yours.

If you’d like, he’d be more than happy to bring you to casinos and public events with him. He wants to show off to you and let you witness his wit, talent, and skill like a peacock presenting its colorful feathers.

He likes it a lot when you trace his skin through the spade-shaped hole in his outfit.

He hates the feeling of being vulnerable, but he likes being around you. This creates conflicting emotions inside of him. Oftentimes, he doesn’t know how to deal with it and just lurks by you. Pull him into a hug to quiet the voices in his head.

He will send you packages or luxury items from the planets he’s visiting. You’ll be greeting a disgruntled Topaz or IPC soldiers at your door as they hand you various gifts ranging from limited-edition jewelry to flowers that bloom only once every 200 amber eras. He gifts extremely grand things, but he always knows how to find things that suit your tastes.

He’s a big spender on you. If you’re unused to the amount of money he’s willing to throw at you, he’s going to give you a lot of “exposure therapy” with his generosity. He’ll invite you to private auctions, lavish galas, luxury boutiques, and high-end jewelry stores. He’ll start filling your wardrobe with tailor-made clothes with the excuse that you should match his outfits when you attend formal events together, but his clothing contributions eventually infiltrate your closet pretty deeply.

He enjoys being pampered and pampering you. Self-care nights are a must - as a representative of the IPC and one of the ten Stonehearts, he has to keep himself presentable and looking sharp, and that goes for his partner too! He’s more than happy to spend money to fund your trips to the salon or buy you any beauty products to use at home. He’d love to put on face masks together and share a drink or two with you.

☠︎︎ Blade:

If you want to, and Elio’s script permits, he will bring you along on missions to safer planets. He’ll drop you off at a commercial district - feel free to go shopping or try out some novelty food while he wraps up his Stellaron Hunter business.

He likes getting his hair brushed. One of his favorite activities is sitting down and letting you comb through his hair after he cleans up from a mission. It’s an activity that leaves him vulnerable, but he doesn’t mind if it’s with you.

He’s an acts of service kind of guy. He moves to take your bags before you even say anything, holds open doors, and pulls out chairs for you. Brings you a cup of water and some fruit when you’ve been working for too long, and silently drapes his jacket over you when you shiver.

Tell him you like a certain pastry and he’ll show up every day and bring some. Show him a picture of a pretty flower and he’s boarding a spaceship to bring the flower to you personally. If you want something, he’ll do his best to get it.

He’s pretty quiet, but he’ll remember everything you say, what your preferences are, and what you like. He secretly writes it down in case his memory gets murky, and he’ll often reread his notes to remind himself.

He gives simple but traditional gifts to you, such as jade bracelets and pendants, and combs and hairpins if you have longer hair to wear or use them.*

He’ll treasure anything you gift to him. If you make an accessory for him, he wears it at all times. If your gift is small enough, he’ll stow it safely in his pockets and take it everywhere with him.

If family is important to you, he’ll send funds their way and ensure that they’re taken care of.

As someone who’s often dead and then undead, his body can get stiff. He’ll enjoy it immensely if you massage him, and accompany him for his daily stretches and calisthenics. Even if you just hold him for a while, he finds that his muscles will relax from the warmth emitting from your body. Therefore, he quite appreciates having you physically near him.

* Combs, hairpins, Jade bracelets, and pendants were given as tokens of love and affection in Ancient China. These gifts have a deeper meaning/symbolism, but for the sake of post length, I did not write them all out.

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pommetarte · 7 days

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Um hello! Is the 1k event thingy still up?? If so I would like to request a classmate! Dr ratio x reader at 2:47 am?

it's actually sickening how much fun i had with this i was giggling at my own jokes while typing this out... this was so fun to write THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING!!!

my 1k event!

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A blaring, aggravating, shrill sound wakes you up. Your hands go to cover your ears, protecting your sanity from the noise ringing somewhere from the tangle of sheets on your bed. Hands flailing around desperately to find the source of the piercing chimes, you writhe around in agony until you finally latch onto your phone.

The brightness of the screen digs into your corneas as you lift up the device to see the caller ID of whoever had the guts to bother you on a school night.

It comes to no surprise that the caller name reads “VERITAS FUCKING RATIO” in all caps with no contact photo. Your eye twitches and the grip on your phone tightens, just a hair away from leaving finger-shaped dents in the metal.

Begrudgingly, you answer the call, tucking the phone next to your ear with nothing less than displeasure. “Veritas. Why are you calling me at—” you pull your phone back to check, “—almost three in the morning?”

“The works cited page,” Veritas Fucking Ratio informs you matter-of-factly. There’s no hint of sleepiness in his voice, nothing that could possibly chip away at his good image, of course. “You did it in the wrong format. It’s supposed to be APA. This is a science project, not a literature project.”

You might kill him. The project in question is to be presented tomorrow— today at ten in the morning. Ratio and you had been working on it for an entire two weeks, broken up into intermittent hour-long sessions because he was adamant that you split up the work instead of rushing to do it all the night before. Stupid self-righteous gorgeous beautiful academic genius-freak. Yeah, it definitely helped you in the long run, but he acted so sanctimonious about it that you refused to admit the benefits.

“Veritas,” you imbue the syllables of his name with poison, as much as you can when you’re swaying as you sit up on your bed and fighting demons to not fall back asleep. “This is such an easily-fixed thing. Do you know what time it is right now? Why are you even awake? You know, I am supposed to get a full seven hours of sleep every night, and I was already cutting it short today, and you woke me up before I could even hit REM sleep. Do you know how upsetting this is? Fix the goddamn works cited yourself!”

For once, Veritas is at a loss for words. The other end of the line is so quiet that you have to double check and make sure he hasn’t just hung up on you. Perspiration builds on your palms, thinking that this is it—this is the exact moment that you make Veritas-Fucking-Ratio snap and delete your name off the project credit slide, and you’re going to get a 0 because he will wipe off any evidence of your work from this plane of existence, and you will spend the rest of your measly life chasing after your MLA-turned-APA works cited page, too-little-too-late.

“I’m awake because the— well.” He pauses, and his voice sounds so far away and unobtrusive that you’re almost worried. Your breath stills in the middle of your diaphragm. Waiting. “The works cited is one thing. But I wanted you to look at the slides, if you can.”

If you can, he says, as if he’s giving you a choice, which he literally never has during this entire process. You had no role in choosing the topic, or the slide theme, or what days you worked on the project, or how often you worked on the project (because god forbid you procrastinate a little bit, right?!), but now, at almost three in the morning, Veritas is saying something along the lines of oh please my dearest project partner, I request that you open the Google Slides at once, but only if you would like to! I would never infringe on your free will at three in the morning, because I respect you as a partner. Or something like that. That was pretty much the gist of it.

A raspy sigh escapes you, and you claw your busted laptop off the nightstand next to you, opening it up and squinting at the LED screen as you punch in your passcode. “You know, I have done a good job at going along with all of your whims, Veritas, the least you could do is fix the works cited for me. Seriously, how did you even miss that? You’re so detail-oriented, but you didn't even realize the format was wrong until tonight? Who even cares, seriously… it’s just a slideshow…”

Your voice trails off as the slideshow presentation finally loads in. You see Veritas’ default profile picture blink in the upper right-hand corner, signaling that he’s viewing the slideshow with you. The slideshow which has apparently undergone a huge makeover.

It’s—pleasant to look at. This entire time, you and Veritas had been editing a default, white-background black-serif-font-text slideshow. He refused to change it, telling you that it’s unprofessional to do anything too embellished, to which you fruitlessly said, Veritas, we will die early deaths because of the hole in the ozone layer, would you at least make it easier on my poor soul by letting me choose a pokemon-theme slide? Veritas had pretended like he couldn't hear you (in a very quiet library room, mind you), but the twitch in his brow gave him away.

Now, though, the slides are decorated. It’s a really nice theme, complete with custom icons and graphic blobs of color—your favorite color, might you add. It’s—pretty. Dare you say, cute, but you think Veritas would vaporize your entire presentation if you called it cute.

“Did you— this— did you pay for this slide theme?”

“You— n— mn,” he trails off into an unintelligible mash of mumbling, and you hear a loud THUD that sounds awfully like the phone being thrown onto a mattress. Fabric shuffles around, before you hear Veritas’ voice again, clear and composed. “Sorry. I dropped my phone.” What a loser, and a liar, and an endearing freak. You really wish he video called you because you need to see his totally-very-ugly face.

“I thought this was unprofessional, Veritas,” you say teasingly, a smile lining your words as you try not to giggle right into the phone. “What made you have a change of heart?”

“Nothing,” the typical firmness of his voice has returned, much to your dismay. “The works cited is still wrong. You have to fix it.”

“Oh, whatever you say, honored Ratio,” you open up your trusty citation-generator, ready for a long fifteen minutes of copying and pasting information. “Hey, you must be free after class tomorrow, right? Since the project is pretty much over, right?”

“Yes,” Veritas answers after a moment of hesitation, only a hint of doubt in his voice.

“That’s great. Keep your schedule clear, then.”

(You fix the works cited slide, wish Veritas sweet dreams, and then wake up in the morning to completely ace your presentation. The minute the period ends, you drag him out of the classroom and into a coffee shop, paying for some five dollar pastry and joking that it’s payback for the cute slideshow theme that he definitely paid five dollars for. Veritas is an awful liar, and you tell him that, and he can’t even find the strength to deny it.)

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pommetarte · 7 days

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This man is giving me terminal brain rot, istg.

There are so many blurbs and fics about Veritas being rude to an "inferior" significant other, but please think about him with a significant other who is just as smart in an opposite way.

Aka, I want to lovingly bicker with him about our respective areas of medicine and science SO BADLY

Veritas Ratio x GN reader married science bickering and fluff

"Veri, dearest...... Can you explain that theorem one more time? I'm still slightly confused," you sigh, tracing your fingers along the side of the spiral notebook you'd been using to take notes.

As always, your notebook is filled with page after page of scrawled formulas, stray doodles, and hastily added mnemonics. To almost anyone else, they'd be illegible, but to you, they were perfect.

Ratio sighed, resting his chin atop his hand in mild exasperation as he leaned over your shoulder and checked your work. "We should come back to this later if you don't understand it by now. As you well know, beating the information into your brain does not lead to true mastery of the subject."

Your husband certainly had a fearsome reputation as a pedagogue, with some of his students even going so far as to add his name to the word's adjective list in the Intelligentsia Guild Databank, but you knew better. Veritas Ratio could certainly be vitriolic at times, but his actions were always used to benefit as many people as possible. At first, his heart seemed cold and stoney, but there was actually gold hidden underneath the rough surface.

"I didn't say that to you the last time the tables were turned," You pointed out with a softly admonishing smile. "I seem to remember spending all night in the library to help a certain someone finally understand oxidation-reduction reactions."

Veritas scoffed derisively. "You're right, but I do feel the need to point out that you had fallen asleep at the table and were drooling onto my textbook when it finally clicked."

"So..... you're going to deny that my many patient explanations helped?" You looked at him with vague amusement, remembering the way he'd launched a piece of chalk across the room after incorrectly identifying the electrophile in one of the practice problems.

"No, no. Just food for thought." His face softened, and a small, indulgent smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "Although, I am afraid that I'll have to insist we at least get something to eat after this attempt. You, of all people, should know that your neurons need proper fuel to work at optimum levels."

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pommetarte · 7 days

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I need something light and cute and funny. (Starts immediately with Ratio for some reason.)

Notes: established relationship, silly little headcanons just because I felt like it

-Honkai Star Rail men when you ask them for a glass of water in the middle of the night-

Veritas Ratio: If he doesn’t ignore you completely, he responds with a firm: “you can go get it yourself, I am NOT your errand boy.” Ok fine but he doesn’t have to be MEAN about it. You can nag him a bit but he won’t budge on this. So mean…

Aventurine: Sure, he can do that for you, but…(Aventurine will remember that.) You will definitely be doing him some sort of favor in return, he will not forget that he did this for you and that you owe him, no matter how much time passes, haha…

Argenti: You’ll end up feeling a little bit bad if you ask him, because this man will go ALL OUT. Maybe someday he will learn to do things with moderation, but probably not. He gets up immediately for you, brings you back a fancy glass of water??? With fruit in it and everything. Awww, Argenti you didn’t have to do that…but he insists that of course it’s no big deal, especially if it’s for you. He’s so sweet.

Sampo Koski: he’s the one begging you to get up and get him a glass of water in the middle of the night, let’s be real.

Blade: Honestly I think he would just get up and get you that glass of water because he does NOT want to listen to your nagging, haha…

Luka: Of course he’ll do that for you, he’s such a sweetheart. He’s a little confused that you’d wake him up for that, but he’ll crawl out of bed while rubbing his eyes and then get you a glass of water. So cute how he can just fall back asleep immediately after his little mission…he’s so precious…

Jing Yuan: A man wise enough to expect your request for water in the middle of the night. “Already on your nightstand, my dear,” and you look over and sure enough he already had a glass of water for you?! How did he know???

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pommetarte · 7 days

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what a delightful read

━━ loving from afar .

❀ ˎˊ- prompt: how they are in the crushing/pining stage ❀ ˎˊ- characters: blade, argenti, jing yuan, dr. ratio, dan heng, luocha, caelus, dan feng ❀ ˎˊ- warnings: argenti might ??? be ooc because i still havent done his quest yet 🙈 dr ratio is also probably ooc bc he's wrriten before release lolol ❀ ˎˊ- a/n: i totally did not write this instead of studying for my bio final oopsies <3 ALSO LONG HCS INCOMING

Blade keeps you at an arm's distance - never too close, but never too far either. He watches you in the corner of his eye, transfixed by your presence alone. Yet he never steps outside of his shell, and instead torments himself by forcing a distance between him.

He's spent hours by his lonesome, lost in his thoughts and wondering just what you were to him. If he loved you, like every one of his coworkers have been telling him, what did it mean for the future, for his deal with Elio?

It'll fade soon enough, he tells himself. When the deed is done, and Elio's script has finished, and death is finally granted to him, there will no need for these fleeting emotions. Yes, when he finally is given rest, this "love" will fade.

But his heart is not as easy to sway as his mind. When you smile at him, something in his chest squeezes. It pulses and beats with life when you come too close for comfort, and at your touch, warmth spreads throughout him like a fireplace in winter.

Blade protects you, even when you aren't aware of it. Even the most dangerous of cities are harmless to you - because no one is idiotic enough to challenge an intergalactic criminal; at least, no one alive. Whenever he accompanies you on missions, his arms are always locked around his broken sword, or something similar. The reason as to why he does this is simple, really. Had he had nothing to hold onto, his hands would naturally hover around your waist, ready to pull you against him lest danger come upon you.

When combat does ensue, Blade's movements are quicker, precise, but most importantly, more impressive. Even if you're busy holding up your own end of the fight, Blade always ends up trying a little bit harder when he fights by your side. Whether it's to keep you safe or to keep your attention on him, well, he isn't going to be the one to tell you.

The way Blade melts when he's around you is undeniable, even by his coworkers. His apathetic face of stone softens into fondness once he looks at you, blood-colored eyes giving way to rose petals. Smirks turn into smiles, genuine smiles that neither you nor Blade knew he could make. Just by being by your side, Blade finds warmth in life once again - and that is enough for him.

Argenti, truth be told, never thought he'd fall in love. After all, he'd long accustomed himself to the idea of traveling alone. Yes, he'd been infatuated with the various beauties that the universe had to offer, but it was never more than that - a mere admiration. And yet, here he was, wiping at a crumb by your lip with his thumb, his eyes staring at your lips for a second too long.

Contrary to what some may say, Argenti is quieter when he's in love. Yes, he does have his moments where he's back to being a theatre kid in the wild, but for the most part, the knight is tamer, almost shy.

Despite regularly basking in the limelight, Argenti almost becomes bashful when subjected to your praise. It's not like he hasn't gotten compliments before - far from it. But it's different, as cheesy as it sounds, when it comes from you. His heart swells wonderfully at your words, and long after you have parted, Argenti replays the memories in his head, over and over again as he sighs like a lovesick maiden.

Beauty's knight is practically at your beck and call, and he does anything he can to see that radiant smile of yours. Are you cold? He'll drape his cape over your shoulders. Need something? No need to overexert yourself, let him get that for you. Yes, that flower is pretty, isn't it. The only thing that would make it even more beautiful, naturally, is if it were tucked behind your ear.

The kisses he presses to your knuckles linger longer than when he'd first met you. When he extends his hand to you, he is reluctant to let go when it does come time to part. More recently, he's taken to brushing his knuckles against the side of your face, his expression far too tender to be attributed to mere fondness.

A beautiful pink flush, like the dust of spring roses, blooms across his face as he gazes upon you with nothing but tenderness. This wasn't so bad, he thought to himself, this feeling like his heart may burst out of his chest. Even if he so desperately wants to sweep you into his embrace, and kiss you passionately like the lovers in fairytales, Argenti is patient, and he is content to wait until the right moment to confess.

Jing Yuan... Well, to put it bluntly, he's more of a brat with you. The thing with Jing Yuan is that he doesn't fall in love as easily as one might think - on the contrary, it takes years of friendship and working side by side in order for Jing Yuan to catch any sort of feelings.

With love, trust must come first, no matter how fleeting of a crush this love is. So for Jing Yuan to have fallen for you, it means that he's long become comfortable to start teasing the ever loving hell out of you. Whether it be through playful comments that are just barely disguised by professionalism, or intentionally skipping out on paperwork just to have you scold him, Jing Yuan makes sure that you have to think about him at least once in your day (don't worry he does do the work eventually he's somewhat responsible I swear).

To add on, he's dramatic, too. The great general turns into the biggest drama queen of the Xianzhou Luofu the second you even hint at not being able to make it for one of your scheduled meetings together. Does Jing Yuan understand that life sometimes gets in the way? Absolutely. Is he going to give you a hard time regardless? 100%. You both know he'll let you off the hook in the end anyway, so why not have some fun with it?

Now, one of my favorite headcanons for Jing Yuan is that he is a very clingy man. When the relationship transcends from mere coworkers to something more, he becomes touchy. Not enough to the point where you'd get uncomfortable, naturally, but just enough so that you're forced to look at him. If you're doing work and he feels like you're not giving him enough attention, he'll plop himself right next to you and lean his entire body weight onto your side, feigning innocence when you give him a look. But it's important to note that Jing Yuan, again, only does this in places where he's comfortable and confident to do so. He's not going to bother you in say, a work meeting (Yukong and Fu Xuan would team up to kill him).

But then come the quiet moments, where it's just you and him, simply appreciating the other's presence. This can come in many forms - whether it be a simple walk down the streets of the Xianzhou, trying a new tea shop that had opened in Aurum Alley, or just taking a nap in the gardens. Away from the eyes of society and away from work, you're allowed to relax. It's times like these where Jing Yuan's teasing slows, and he lets down his guard. Perhaps, when the silence runs on for too long, and you turn to look at Jing Yuan, you may find him already gazing at you, a tender smile on his face.

The great Veritas Ratio? Pining? What a joke. Why, even the mere notion that he might have a crush is absolutely ridiculous, why would you even say that-

Yeah, he's not fooling anyone. Even his own students can see that behind that marble head is a man who's hopelessly in love with you. He'll rush out of class the second the bell rings to meet with you, clutching his stone tablet to his chest. If he wasn't well known to the Intelligentsia Guild as one of their best professors, he would've easily been mistaken as another student experiencing a university romance.

Ratio rambles endlessly about anything and everything to you, from the research he's been conducting to his students' progress to the random salaryman who managed to piss him off. He's so excited about it too. You wouldn't be wrong to call him a puppy when he's around you, but can you blame him? There's not a lot of people who can listen to and keep up with him, after all.

Likewise, Ratio repays the favor to you by listening to every word you say. Even the most insignificant of things, he remembers. Your favorite drinks, seasons, anything, he'll make a note of. Your worries and insecurities, he doesn't beat down on or ignore them. Rather, he tries to help you work through them rationally. He gives you an ear to rant to, provided that you too listen to him when he needs you to.

He'll gush about the things you did to his coworkers and students alike, even if he himself doesn't consider it gushing. Professors who have never seen your face know all about you thanks to Ratio's giddy ramblings about you. The guild members are honestly tired of it, but his closer friends can't deny that they're happy he's found someone he cares about to this degree - although, if they have to hear about how cute you were when you did this and that one more time, they're going to explode.

However, he gets defensive whenever questioned about his feelings. Whether it be his pride or just plain denial of his feelings, Ratio thinks that he's too busy for such frivolous feelings. He just admires you, that's all! There's nothing more to it. Who wouldn't be fond of another genius in the Guild? Well, he can defend his feelings for as long as he wants, but not even a sculpted face could hide that you undoubtedly have the doctor wrapped around your finger.

Dan Heng is just adorable when he's got a crush. He's so obvious about it too, or at least, the members of the Express think it's obvious. Dan Heng is normally a reserved gentleman who rarely expresses himself - and when he does express himself, it's usually exasperation from March or the Trailblazer's actions.

So when you come along and soften the sharp glare of his eyes, changing that indifferent expression into a gentle smile, they already know that he's fallen for you, and by the Aeons did he fall hard.

He's more impartial to your ideas than he is to say, the likes of March (she's claimed favoritism more than once, and well, he hasn't exactly denied it). Even if your ideas can be stupid, Dan Heng will go along with it no matter how much he himself objects - all to make sure you're safe. He'll sigh in exasperation and cross his arms a few times, but when he sees you smile and hears you laugh, he can't help a warm smile of his own slipping onto his face.

When March teases him about his budding feelings for you, Dan Heng brushes her off with a sigh. He's just being nice, after all. A smile or two didn't really mean anything, right? The two of you were just friends. Being courteous didn't mean that he liked you in well, that way. That's what he tells himself, anyways.

Because no matter how much he's used to keeping that stony face, it all goes down the window the second you do anything for him. You tell him one morning that he looks really nice? It's all he'll think about for the rest of the day. Visit him in the archives to bring him food after he's skipped out on meals yet again? Yeah, he's not going to be sleeping. Catch him a surprise hug, and his entire face erupts in bright red.

You, undoubtedly, are his greatest weakness. But Dan Heng doesn't mind it, to be honest. As much as he may appear to hate the embarrassment that comes whenever he freezes or flusters from one of your actions, he can't deny that when you make his heart flutter or his skin goosebump, it feels... nice.

To be honest, if Luocha liked you, you wouldn't notice it - at first. He treats you the same as he would any other friend, save for some very minute differences that slip under the radar of basically everyone. It's mainly what he feels on the inside that makes him realize that, against all odds, he's fallen for you.

It starts out small. He hadn't expected much out of you, to be honest. At most, you were to be a mere acquaintance, a short chapter in his life's saga. But of course, life never went the way one expected it to.

Luocha notices his feelings for you when he sees you laugh at one of his sassier remarks. It didn't take long for him to realize that he enjoyed pulling that reaction out of you, being the reason behind your smile. As time passed, he'd make it his goal to make you smile at least once each day.

Of course, he's surprised by how he feels for you - startled, even. As a wanderer, his relationships were purely professional, and at most, he'd make a friend or two. He was constantly leaving, traveling, journeying. But with you, he finds a little home for himself.

If Luocha ever got to the point to where he'd fall in love, then he'd be a lot more vulnerable with you. Sometimes, he'll be uncharacteristically tender, such as when he tucks one of his favorite flowers behind your ear. The expression on his face is indiscernible, clouded by an emotion you don't recognize. But it's raw, soft, emotional. His gloved fingers linger there for a moment, and his eyes flicker to your lips for a split second before he pulls away. Had it not been for the flower still behind your ear, you would've thought you'd hallucinated that exchange from the way Luocha was acting.

But this isn't to say that he won't tease you - far from it. His comments are borderline flirtatious when the two of you fight, as it's mainly you doing the damage while he supports you from behind. It's not uncommon for him to ask where you'd be without him when he heals you, especially when he patches you up after a fight - that rare, yet irritating smirk on his face. Sometimes, you think he goes out of his way to aggravate you, just to get a reaction (you're 100% right, but when questioned, all you get is innocent smile).

Caelus doesn't really know what he's doing, but he's trying his best. His crush is puppy love at its finest, and considering that he's only been alive for a few months at most, you're likely the first person he's ever had a crush on. As a result, he's clumsy with how he handles it, but in an endearing way.

He's stupid when he's around you, even moreso than usual. His recklessness is ramped up to the max as he tries to impress you. Sometimes, it miraculously works in his favor and he looks like a badass. Other times, he ends up falling flat on his face - which is embarrassing, of course, but Caelus wouldn't be Caelus if he let something like that knock him down.

His attempts at flirting are... well, it's the thought that counts. I'm not sure what personality Silver Wolf shoved into him, but his knowledge of society and their practices comes with a heavy tint of social media. Caelus's main form of flirting are pickup lines that are so stupid they're funny, and references from franchises you've never heard of. It's not exactly something that would sweep you off your feet, but it's charming and sweet.

What annoys his friends the most about Caelus's crush is that he'll go along with basically anything you do. Now, this could go one of two ways. Either you're also a little gremlin and Dan Heng has to come and save the two of you (+ March) after you screwed up, or you're actually responsible and keep a leash on him. What's funny is that Caelus could have a completely different opinion on something, such as where he wanted to have for dinner, but if you want something else, suddenly Caelus is advocating for what you want.

He also kicks his feet and giggles into his hands when he thinks about you. This is a very important detail.

But don't get him wrong, Caelus isn't just silly all the time. He's already protective enough of the Express members, but when it comes to you, he turns into a guard dog. Anyone who doesn't pass the vibe check (Sampo) is immediately warded off with his bat. Caelus isn't afraid to get physical, so I'd advise holding him back unless you want to see someone's bones get broken.

Caelus is like an little dog, excitedly showing off whatever weird thing he found to you. But knowing him, these things could range from ancient relics to him bringing back a particularly shiny trashcan onto the Express. He always lights up whenever you express interest in whatever he's brought back, and you can't help but indulge him, as long as you can see him smile like that a little longer.

He hates it. To put it bluntly, Dan Feng absolutely detests these feelings, especially when all the signs point to you being the cause of it. He hates his stupid heart for dancing whenever you're near him, hates how the tips of his ears flush, and utterly despises his tail for betraying his true feelings by wagging at your praise.

He's embarrassed, almost humiliated, and his friends teasing him doesn't make it any better. Yingxing and Jing Yuan are the worst; they keep bringing you up and it aggravates him to no end. He's better than this, he's the High Elder for Long's sake, he shouldn't be held down by something as mundane as a crush.

And yet he is. When he's by his lonesome in the Luofu, he finds himself wondering where you are, what you were doing. Who are you with? What expression are you making right now? His thoughts are plagued by you to the point where he's annoyed. Even late at night, he dreams of you, his face burning as he thinks back to how you looked that day, how you sounded, how you felt.

He wants to rid himself of these thoughts, but they persist regardless. Dan Feng longs for you despite himself, yearns for your touch and dreams of your kiss. When he sees you smiling at someone else, inadvertently, he finds himself wanting you to smile at him instead. He'll never admit it, but pride swells within Dan Feng's chest whenever you're excited by anything he does for you. Only later, when he thinks back to that moment, does he begin to worry - wondering just why he liked making you smile so much.

Dan Feng acts like doing anything for you is such a hassle and inconvenience, but if you even mention asking someone else to help you instead, he glares at you, grabbing you by the waist with his tail to stop you from going anywhere. He'll roll his eyes, maybe look away for a bit, but in the end, he'll concede, saying that he supposes that he take time of his very busy schedule, mind you, to assist you with your little problem.

He'll poke you a lot, too. This can range from flicking you on the forehead when you do something stupid to poking your cheek when he feels the need to drill something into your skull, or even whacking you with his tail (gently) whenever you insinuate the notion that maybe, just maybe, Dan Feng was beginning to like you a little.

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⊹ character(s) - gepard landau, jing yuan, sampo koski ⊹ word count - 3.3k ⊹ notes - gn!reader (sampo, gepard), fem!reader (jing yuan, you're referred to as 'lady'), reader is emotionally constipated or just kinda stoic as the title suggests, I guess you could say tsundere?? mostly fluff -w- ⊹ part 2 here!

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⊹ Gepard Landau

You honestly didn't have much to think about the Captain of the Silvermane Guards.

Aside from the due respect and mild admiration that just about everyone in Belobog held for him and his military group, you didn't have much else to say. The two of you had never even spoken.

The only connection you could possibly have to him was via his sister, Serval Landau. She was your friend (a tentative word for your situation, you surmise) and would often have him over at her store.

You also tended to lounge about the Neverwinter Workshop ("hanging out", Serval would call it, but you begged to differ), but you had never really paid him much mind, and you assumed he had paid you the same.

Serval's favorite nickname for you is "lounging stray" due to the way you came in and out as you pleased, staying only for food and rest when it was available.

The most you recall interacting with the imposing man was a hesitant wave when he had entered the shop while Serval was out.

After all, it would have been quite rude to completely ignore him—though, honestly, you never cared much for politeness, so you had always mulled that incident over in your head. Why had you greeted him?

About a week later, you were mildly surprised to see a bouquet of flowers in Serval's hands from Eversummer Florist.

It wasn't exactly an unusual assumption to make that the down-to-earth rock-and-roll enthusiast would have her share of admirers, but they were typically more forthcoming with their affections from what you'd observed.

But then, upon spotting you, she promptly shoved them into your arms, announcing that they had been addressed to you, not her.

You hadn't felt your face shift that much in years, nor had you ever experienced that level of shock before.

"Looks like someone has a secret admirer," Serval touted, tuning her guitar on the side with a smirk playing on her lips. Her tone was drawn out, knowing, as if this were some elaborate prank she was in on.

"Wow, Ball Peonies, even? What an expensive spread! Lucky Y/N!"

You didn't even spare her a glance as you took your usual seat in her workshop, thumbing one of the petals with mildly intrigued contemplation.

In your rush to lounge about the workshop and ignore your friend's loud teasing, you failed to notice Gepard at his sister's side, nor the way his ears turned red and he hurried to hush Serval.

"I don't get it," you murmured at last, both siblings' heads whipping over to you. "I don't talk to anyone. Except you, that is."

"Well, I didn't send them. Sorry, my little stray, but as much as I adore you, it's not in that way!"

You gave Serval an unamused raise of your brow, then huffed, mumbling a 'whatever' as you lay on the windowsill in the corner of the shop.

However, that pair of blue eyes sneakily noted that your attention was still taken with the flowers, far from your usual routine of pulling out your phone to scroll.

Eventually, you held them on your chest, deigning to stare out the window as you began drifting off into a half-conscious nap. Your rest, however, was awoken by the sound of loud whispering. Serval noticed the unimpressed look on your face and laughed, clapping her hands together before patting Gepard on the back, who looked thoroughly embarrassed. His face was bright red.

"Well, I gotta head out and run some errands! Keep Y/N company for me, huh, Geppie? They can get lonely."

You chose to ignore that last bit, raising your hand and waving at your friend who practically flew out the door.

An awkward silence settled over the room, which miffed you a bit. What did you have to feel awkward about? This had happened before with other people.

Even then, you weren't keen on breaking it. It seemed the Captain had other plans, though.

"Um..." Gepard spoke up from across the workshop, standing just a bit uncomfortably as he shifted from foot to foot. You glanced over your shoulder at him from where you lay, waiting for him to speak. "Sorry about Serval. She can be a bit much."

"I know," you replied simply, unable to meet his eye for some reason. "I'm in here a lot."

"I know," Gepard echoed. Then, his face went back to tomato-red. "Um, I mean, I see you around a lot in here whenever I visit. Not that I'm intentionally staring at you, or anything of that sort! I just notice—"

"It's okay, I got what you meant."

"Right! Right." The Captain shut himself up, thorough mortification making its way back to his face as he scratched the back of his neck. "S-Sorry, uh, for rambling."

"It's fine."

Well, this was getting painful.

You stunned yourself momentarily when you opened your mouth to speak back first.

"So, uh... How's being Captain and everything?" you murmured, almost too quiet for Gepard to hear. When he realized you had spoken first, his face brightened just a bit, though he still appeared to be fighting the humiliation off his face from his earlier verbal blunder.

"Well, how much would you like to hear about?"

You shrugged. "Anything, I guess. Got any cool stories from the front lines?"

The blonde man smiled, taking the chance to tentatively move closer, pulling over Serval's stool and taking a seat.

"Well..."

About ten minutes later, Serval had decided to spare her poor brother from any more awkwardness, completely sure that the workshop would be thick with silence due to his bashfulness and your nonchalance.

To her surprise, though, she heard muffled voices from within. Serval opened the door as carefully and quietly as she could, peeking her head in just enough to see a sight she never thought she'd see.

You were smiling, even laughing a bit, engaging in conversation about Gepard's duties and your own daily activities (even if there were little of those) from your place on the sill. Her brother seemed to be enjoying himself too, gesturing with his hands as he talked up his own underlings' achievements in battle.

The eldest Landau watched for only a moment longer before shutting the door softly.

"I should go get something to eat... give them a little space."

⊹ Jing Yuan

You liked to call your relationship to the General of the Luofu strictly professional at most.

To call it anything more, in your mind, would be disrespect of the highest order to the man who has defended the fleet for centuries.

Besides, you didn't know if you were exactly capable of anything beyond that. Even your limited friends agreed that you were just about as stoic as one could get.

You frequently heard of their debates with other workers within the Seat of Divine Foresight even as you worked—who was more difficult to approach, you or the General himself?

You scoffed to yourself whenever your so-called "friends" argued that you were, in fact, harder to speak to.

What's so wrong with being professional? If anything, you should be telling them off for gossiping in the workplace.

Still, you couldn't exactly argue with them.

Being the right-hand of the General was enough for you to learn his mannerisms even over a short time, though now, after serving at his side for several decades, you could confidently say he was far less intimidating than everyone made him out to be.

Not that you cared, of course. Strictly professional, you told yourself. His mannerisms had nothing to do with you unless they affected work.

Even with your indifference, though, the General was being... odd lately.

Jing Yuan let out an unabashed yawn as he slumped into his chair, tugging at his hair as he polished off the last of his paperwork.

For once, you thought to yourself with a huff of amusement, going through your own papers at an impressive speed. Read, approve or deny, sign, move on.

Considering he hadn't skimped on his own work, there was no real reason for you to be giving yourself early onset carpal tunnel as you typically did, but you figured it would be best to finish the work as soon as possible anyhow.

It meant less work tomorrow, the day after, and the day after that, for not only you but the other Luofu staff as well.

"...ey."

Your brain tuned out all other noise as you moved past yet another proposal, flicking to the next page of your increasingly shrinking stack.

"Lady Y/N. Hello?"

You ignored the growling within your stomach. After this is done, you thought to yourself, I'll treat myself to a meal at home.

"Lady Y/N."

You jumped nearly ten feet out of your seat at the low voice whispering in your ear, clapping a hand over the side of your head as red-hot mortification set in. You glanced to your side to spot the culprit—none other than your General, Jing Yuan.

Had he just whispered into your ear?! The feeling of his warm breath still lingered.

"General!" you shouted, taking a deep breath as you tried to reel back your attitude and present yourself with decorum, as always. "I am working on these proposals, so if you could please refrain from pulling pranks, it would be much appreciated."

Jing Yuan gave you a wry smile, raising his hands innocently.

"Is part of your job description not answering to me?" he asked unfeignedly, golden eyes twinkling. "I called your name about ten times."

"Well, yes, but..." You raised a brow a moment later. "Surely not ten. I heard my name a total of twice."

"So you were listening." You heaved a sigh. Ever stubborn, he was. "Does that mean you were consciously ignoring me? My, the gall, Lady Y/N."

"Not at all, General," you assured. "Only absorbed in my duties. Now, do you need something of me?"

Jing Yuan tapped his chin, settling into the seat next to you and stretching out. He didn't get too comfortable, though, you discerned. Was he planning to head out for the night?

"Well, yes, I suppose I do. I'm sure you'll only listen if it's a direct order from me, after all."

"Of course, General. I am at your beck and call." He chose to ignore the edge of sarcasm in your voice as you resumed your proposals, trying to finish as many as you could before he announced his task.

"Lady Y/N, I'd be delighted if you would join me for a meal. Anywhere of your choosing, and it will be my treat."

"Right, of course. It will be done, General," you mused half-heartedly, before your froze in your tracks, hand stilling midway through a signature. "...Wh—"

"Fantastic. Then I will await you at the door," Jing Yuan smiled again, and you felt yourself welling up with exasperation at the cockiness displayed in it. "Please don't keep me waiting too long, Lady Y/N. Those proposals can always wait one more day, but I am short on time myself."

You were about ready to protest, dropping your pen as you nearly rose to your feet. Your face was hot.

"General, I—!"

"You wouldn't think of backing out after agreeing so openly, would you?" the white-haired man teased, and then, after contemplating for a moment, he held out a hand. "In fact, why don't we depart right now? Just so I can be sure you won't get absorbed in doing more advance work."

He had completely trapped you. You furrowed your brow in disbelief, and then heaved a deep, long sigh. Finally, after leaving him to stand and await your decision for just a few moments longer, you took his hand.

"Very well. But General, if I may..."

"Of course, my dear."

You flushed again, but remained steadfast in your words.

"To make up for this trickery, please do not skip out on your paperwork again."

Jing Yuan's low, rumbly laughter caused you to look away, lest your feelings show on your face. He still did not let go of your hand.

"I suppose that is only fair. You have a deal, Lady Y/N."

⊹ Sampo Koski

You would be completely remiss to allow anyone to refer to you and Sampo as acquaintances, much less friends.

Although the two of you had grown up fairly close, he allowed you no clemency from his constant scams.

It turned into more of a game for him as time passed, though—your natural stoicism and good head on your shoulders didn't allow any of his jabs or tricks to pull through.

That was perhaps what kept him stuck like glue to your side all these years, though... The fact that you were the one person he couldn't quite swindle.

Not that he actually wanted to, anyhow.

As much as Sampo was a slimy businessman in the eyes of pretty much everyone, he didn't seek a profit from someone as close as you. Well, not unless he did you a favor first, of course, but that's basic reciprocation.

You, on the other hand, found yourself perplexed as of late.

Sure, you had known Sampo for practically your whole life, but getting close to someone or being close by birth didn't make you any less inclined to cut them off if they interfered with your life to a degree that you found to be annoying.

You enjoyed the predictable, the mundanity of your daily life working as a trainee doctor under Natasha. You didn't need anyone in your life who might throw a wrench into the ordinary you currently enjoyed.

So why was Sampo the exception?

It was a fairly typical, ordinary, boring evening when you walked into the clinic—12am sharp, just as Natasha had requested of you. You were frankly quite lucky that she didn't ask more of you, but you supposed she was already pushing her own ability to ask favors of you by requesting you watch the overnight patients while she rested.

You didn't mind, of course. You'd always been a bit of a night owl, especially with the somewhat perpetual darkness of the Underworld thanks to Belobog looming over top of you.

Not to mention, you and Sampo had always spent most of your time together in the evenings anyways, the nighttime routine well suited to both of your sleeping schedules.

You felt a twinge of annoyance shoot through you at the thought of the blue haired man, and quickly placed a hand to your forehead between bandage changings for the patient on the table.

There he was again. Sampo, Sampo, Sampo!

Though you could usually push him out of your mind without a second thought, it was beyond you why he was suddenly popping into your brain more nowadays.

Sometimes it was a mere, 'I wonder what Sampo is up to right now. Not more trouble, I hope.'

Sometimes it was something more bordering worry, and those passing thoughts irritated you the most. What did you care? If he got hurt, it would likely be justified in the wake of one of his scams.

You could rationalize those ideas with the notion of not wanting more work at the clinic should he get injured, but even that was weak. Sampo deigned to avoid Natasha for his own wounds, not wanting to burden the leader of Wildfire, likely more out of fear than actual selflessness.

Still, though—

"Heeeey, Y/N! Miss me?"

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.

"What do you want, Koski?" Your tone was flat, not even sparing him a glance as you moved to your next patient. Changing bandages again, a simple routine that could hopefully keep your mind occupied this time.

"So cold..." You could hear the beginnings of a pout on his lips, finding yourself sighing irritably. "I came to see you, after all!"

Your hands paused for a moment, stilling. A minute tremble in his voice. You whipped your head around to focus your sharp eyes on him, and he winced back, his typical happy-go-lucky smile faltering.

"H-Hey, what's the matter? Helping Miss Nat out with some late night patients aga—"

"Show me," you ordered, finishing the bandage you were currently on and standing up, moving towards Sampo with your arms crossed. He backed up, hands raised in surrender.

"Whaddya mean, I'm— Ouch!"

The conman couldn't help the yelp he let out when his back made contact with the wall, wincing painfully as his wound hit the hard surface. You raised a brow, unimpressed.

"Shirt off, Sampo Koski. Now."

"Woah, woah, at least take me to dinner first!"

Your glare worsened into something stormy as you pointed at the chair nearby.

"Sit down, shirt off, now. Don't make me repeat myself again."

With the face of a wounded puppy, Sampo slunk over to the chair, doing as you asked. He hissed through his teeth as the cloth of his outerwear dragged against the wound, the layers giving way to a deep trio of gashes on the skin of his back. Even with all your medical training, you found yourself cringing at the sight.

"So, Doc, what's the prognosis?" the man laughed weakly, still trying with his jokes even through his pain.

When you remained quiet, his smile fell, and he turned to look at you. If it were anyone else, you might've mistaken that frown for concern.

"Y/N? You... okay?"

"Be quiet," you huffed out at last, grabbing your rolling table of medical supplies and bringing it around, pulling out a chair as you began to inspect the wounds. "What was it this time?"

"Ah, you know, same old, same old! Just some disgruntled robots, not too keen on letting me make a profit with their buddy's parts!"

"You're an idiot."

The usual Sampo would've shot back with some witty or flirty one-liner that was sure to earn him a smack over the head, but when he heard the slight tremble to your voice, he decided it'd be best to keep his mouth shut for now.

"This'll sting. Don't shout, or you'll wake the other patients."

He bit his lip, expecting a harsh serving of antiseptic, but your hands were... gentler this time. You tenderly cleaned the wound with a water-soaked cloth, and though it did sting a bit, it was far nicer than your usual tough treatments from the ire he earned getting injured all the time.

Soon after, he felt you gently patting the wound down with a soft towel, bandages following soon after that you reached around his torso to wrap around him.

Then, you reached for the pack of painkillers.

Sampo was quick to laugh nervously, pushing the pack away when you held it out to him along with a glass of water.

"Hey, hey! Thanks, Y/N, but I really shouldn't be using Miss Natasha's painkillers. Besides, with how sweetly and tenderly you just patched me up, I'm feeling better already!" he fake-swooned, clasping his hands together like a maiden in love to ham up his act.

You were far from impressed.

"You're a bad liar, Sampo Koski," you scoffed, shoving the water and pills past his defensive hands. "Take it. I can't convince you to stay here and actually rest for a change, so it's the least you can do."

When he still looked apprehensive, you swallowed your pride, lowering your gaze and averting your eyes as your face went just the tiniest bit pink.

"...For me."

Sampo honestly thought he misheard you for a moment, but he finally, hesitantly, took the medicine you offered. You led him over to the door, and he laughed breathlessly, finally giving you another smile as he shrugged his shirt and coat back on.

"All right, all right. I'll get out of your hair, and take these. Just for you."

The conman cackled and ran all the way down the alleyways as you shouted after him, fist raised. Once he had disappeared, though, you let it fall to your side, sighing again.

This time, there was a hint of fondness... but that was something else you would be remiss to admit to.

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— hsr men in a royalty au

INCLUDES : blade ; dan heng ; gepard ; jing yuan ; luocha ; sampo + gn!reader

A/N : what started off as a duke!blade word vomit became a hsr royalty au brain dump. sighs. also once again pushing my knight!reader agenda bc the lack of royalty aus with knight!reader is criminal.

genshin ver.

imagine you're the personal guard for emperor!jing yuan, picked by his hand when he was still just a mere crown prince learning the ropes of what it meant to rule an empire. in truth, there's not much for you to do other than stand close behind when in public settings or indulge in his whimsical nature when in private and within the confines of the palace walls. in spite of that, you can't help but to wonder whether it's necessary to be his partner when he practises ballroom dances, despite never actually dancing in the banquets. well, who are you to question your duties, right?

there is no destination without a journey; jing yuan would know this best. having been thrust onto a pedestal from young, he's witnessed more types of people than he can count on his fingers: those who act nice in order to gain, those whose eyes cannot hide their contempt, those who are kind out of fear, those who act on behalf of others, those who hold respect without ulterior motives... he has seen them all. his view of the world grew dull, the predictability of those around him bringing only disappointment to the young heir. the days passed in a blur with nothing of note, other than a lingering emptiness which kept him awake at night and a passion which only emerges when sparring with his instructor. and so when he was told it was time to choose a personal knight after countless assassination attempts, he trudged through the halls with poise ingrained into his stride and a blank gaze reflecting his thoughts. but when he arrived at the training grounds to oversee the potential candidates his attention was immediately seized by another, his usually stagnant heart thundering. for the first time in his life, jing yuan discovered what it meant to want something as he watched you strike your training sword against your opponent, his world bursting into colours he never knew existed before then.

jing yuan sometimes finds himself envying those who can dance without care at banquets. he has an image to maintain in front of his people while you tend to be a stickler for this kind of thing, often refusing a dance in favour of maintaining your post. he supposes it's fine if you're both together, despite the numerous times he's imagined what it would be like to dance with you in front of everyone, as opposed to the privacy of the palace under the guise of “not becoming rusty”. but as he casts his gaze over to where you rest, having fallen asleep after a particularly thrilling game of starchess with your body tucked within the protective embrace of his ever-dutiful lion, he finds himself engraving moments like these into his memory and filing them away to look back on when nights to himself become a little too lonely for his liking. it's one of the many sides to you which only jing yuan has been privy to; one of which he takes immense pride in and vows to shelter from the danger which lurks around every corner.

(he will never let you know how your bright eyes is what set his once monotonous life ablaze in colour all those years ago — the aloof crown prince utterly besotted with a starry-eyed rookie knight. he will also never let slip how he still thinks back on the warmth he felt when you took his trembling, slumped form in your arms after he fought his stricken teacher all those years ago, the aftereffects of your touch still lingering on his skin even to this day.)

despite being duty-bound beside the impish emperor, there are times where you, too, are in need of some peace away from his scheming mind and watchful eyes. in these moments, you find yourself finding respite within the royal library built into the palace, a stack of books typically used as your makeshift pillow. and even if librarian!dan heng gives you a death stare from his designated place, you know he appreciates your company when he drapes a blanket over your shoulders and replaces the book pile with a cushion or two. although, you can’t shake off the feeling you’ve seen him from somewhere before…

for as long as he can remember, dan heng has always been on the run. from what? he’s not even sure anymore; it has been that long. it is but a mere shadow, a phantom which haunts him under the glowing sun and the gleaming moon. he can run — run until his body is weak and heavy with fatigue — but he can never hide, for it follows close behind and lurks around unseen corners. as unnerving as it may be, he has grown used to the chilling gaze and staying on edge. after all, no matter how far he runs, no matter how hard he tries to blend in, there is no escaping a shadow. maybe that is why he felt a churning sensation stir in his gut when he first met the emperor to discuss his newly appointed position as the librarian, whose gaze held an unfamiliar sheen of conflict veiled behind an amiable disposition upon making eye contact. amidst the eyes of the sun held a glint of familiarity, one which dan heng couldn’t put his finger on the longer he dwelled on the thought.

dan heng didn’t know what to expect when he first met you; you, the personal guard handpicked by jing yuan himself. with all the duties he’s sure keeps you busy, it wouldn’t surprise him if he never met you past the glimpses he catches here and there when in official spaces. perhaps that is why it came as such a surprise when you stumbled into the library one day, all bleary-eyed and attempting to stifle your yawns, and he could only watch in a daze as you pulled out a random set of books from the shelves, plop yourself down at the nearest table, set the books on the surface and slam your head atop the pile, your soft snores filling the once-quiet room. dan heng wasn’t sure how long he sat there staring at you for, but it was long enough to wake you up and inform you of the library’s closing hour when the day’s hues bled into the night. what he thought would be a one-time thing soon became a regular occurrence — a routine — and he has become accustomed to your unceremonious visits and wonderful laughter and draping the blanket he now keeps under his desk over your slumbering form and admiring your peaceful expression over the rim of his novel. it’s come to a point where he can no longer imagine a life without it; without you.

(sometimes he wonders whether you enjoy the time spent with him as much as he does with you, in which he cannot help but to compare himself to the emperor you have pledged your life and devoted your loyalty to. amidst those thoughts, dan heng finds himself hoping you would favour him over the shine of the empire’s revered sun.)

royal guard captain!gepard is someone you have always admired, ever since you were just a rookie knight trying to prove your worth amongst a sea of prodigal candidates like him. he is kind as he is strong, a formidable ally and a terrifying foe. however, you can't help but wonder whether you’ve done something to offend him, what with the way he sometimes avoids you if you happen to bump into each other amidst the palace grounds and speedwalks in the opposite direction with hasty apologies trailing behind him.

the landau dukedom. it is known for its military prowess and defending the borders, but infamous for the strict duke landau. as well-respected he may be by the nobles of the court, gepard only knows a strict man more like a superior than a father. it wouldn’t be a lie to say duke landau was just that; a superior — a teacher, one who viewed his children as either heir candidates or a foundation to bolster the territory’s military power. while it may be a strict method, the respect gepard holds for his father is undeniable, feuling his desire to make him proud and carry out his teaching in the name of the honourable landau duchy. he stuck to harsh training regimens, endured countless trials of tactics and wit, witnessed his elder sister begin to refute against their father’s suffocating hold upon returning from the academy, watched as she left the duchy to have control over her own life with a promise to keep in touch with him and their youngest sister. these moments were fleeting, passing in a blur until he entered the ranks of the elite, eventually promoted to captain as he remained steadfast in defending the borders.

it took gepard countless sleepless nights tossing and turning in his bed and a highly amused serval laughing at his predicament to finally understand his feelings for you. love was an unfamiliar concept to him. he knew of camaraderie between fellow knights (which was what he assumed he felt for you, but just a bit more… intense?) and familial bonds between family, so this new experience of his heart palpitating, hands clamming up, words stuck in his throat and an incessant heat clinging to his cheeks was unfamiliar, thus his avoidance. though that didn’t sit well with him, as a longing ache only seemed to replace it instead. and so, despite the apparent awkward flair his body language carried, gepard decided to follow his heart when it came to matters pertaining to you. he quickly came to discover your likes and dislikes, your miniscule habits when practising swordsmanship, the subtle cues you display when uncomfortable, the smile you showed upon seeing something you liked and the grin you displayed upon besting him in a duel. they were all segments which made up the very being you are, and the pieces which fit within his heart to establish this newfound love he holds for you.

(as your direct superior there are many things he notices when watching from the sidelines. among many, the one which stands out are the eyes which follow you — some gaze at you with envy, others regard you with awe, but there are a few which regard you in the same adoration he does. love and jealousy were never something gepard thought he would experience; not until he met you.)

with your role as one of the empire’s royal knights and the emperor’s personal guard, it comes as no surprise to be inflicted with injuries of varying severities. as a result, you are well-acquainted with royal physician!luocha through your numerous visits. you’ve come to find his pleasant visuals and soothing voice does wonders to heal your fatigue, even if he does tend to go a little overboard in his lectures when you come to him with less-than-fine wounds.

being able to wield elements and being able to use divine powers are two different things; one is widely accepted, the other is not. at least, that’s the case in the xianzhou empire. those born with the ability to use divine powers have fled into hiding, unwilling to be outcasted — or worse, executed — for being afflicted with the cursed power of the divinity. as such, having lived the majority of his life in concealment, luocha is no stranger to hiding his abilities. curse or blessing, it’s an irrevocable part of him. still, he didn’t want to stop helping others the way the nature of his powers could. and so he resorted to learning medicine. he soon became a renowned travelling doctor sought after for his vast knowledge, all of which garnered the attention of the emperor when he stopped by in the capital and was offered the position of royal physician. with little drawbacks, handsome pay, and a grand place to stay without needing to be on the run, luocha accepted and became the sole royal physician of the empire.

there was very little luocha found himself to be afraid of. with no one but himself to rely on, he’s crossed many bridges on his own without care. there was no need for such sentiment in survival. or so he thought. in all his years, luocha doesn’t think there was anything more terrifying than the day you were rushed in by a frantic jing yuan, your complexion sickly and covered in sweat and breathing laboured. as it turned out, you were poisoned, having drank it in place of jing yuan upon sensing something suspicious. he doesn’t recall anything making his heart drop as quickly as the situation then had, his mind blank yet frantic as he forced the panic-stricken emperor out of the infirmary and laid you on one of the beds. your symptoms were dire, he noted, and there was nothing in the cabinets suited for this kind of quick-acting poison. your condition was worsening, a pained furrow of your brows and haggard appearance being clear indicators. a bright glow then illuminated the room, and luocha came to the belated realisation he had used his abilities for the first time since concealing them, for the thought of losing you was far more torturous than his will to hide his abilities.

(there was no thought to the act, just sheer desperation to not let you die. it took him a long few days to realise that, all of which were spent looking after you by your bedside. he never spoke of how he cured you when you asked, eyes bleary with confusion on how you’re still alive, instead choosing to keep it to himself as he chided you for being so reckless. you will never know of the inner turmoil he endured, even praying to a deity he never once believed in to ensure your safety. should you sustain more severe afflictions, luocha has no qualms using his abilities again — if it means you live, he will make an exception.)

thinking about duke!blade, whose… less than pleasant disposition does little to help refute the fearful rumours surrounding his name. you've met him a handful of times when he visits the palace under jing yuan's summon or catching him at the odd banquet or two, and even back when he used to train with jing yuan before his visits suddenly ceased. even so, you find yourself doubting those rumours, especially when he seems to wear an expression akin to peace more often than he does of one resembling disdain.

the cold duke remains an enigma to those around him — even those who work under him. is it due to his quiet hostility? or is it perhaps something no one knows, such as a secret known only to him, his butler, his family physician, and the emperor? a curse; one of immortality where his soul is torn to shreds only to be stitched anew before he can succumb to the paradise known as death. it's a never-ending cycle, one which causes him to no longer track the days when they all feel the same. the days out on leading monster subjugations and expeditions are just a temporary means of escape — an outlet for his pent up frustrations to let loose without worry. no one knows what truly goes on in his mind, only ever witnessing or hearing tales of his brutal yet awe-inspiring deeds on the blood-soaked battlefields, and the origin of his adopted alias: blade. his true name evades him, having been discarded the moment he lost his humanity.

he has always noticed you. it was hard not to when the favour you received was blatantly obvious, even from when you were just a fledgling knight and he the young heir of his duchy. there weren’t many opportunities for him to talk to you, what with the way jing yuan always seemed to divert his attention back to their instructor when noticing his wandering gaze to your distant figure, and even more so after the curse struck him full-force and he stopped visiting altogether outside of summons and banquets. it wasn’t until he returned from a monster subjugation as the sole survivor did he first properly meet you. with his mind torn and body regenerating itself, he failed to notice someone rush towards him, an unfamiliar warmth encompassing his bleeding torso as his conscience began to fade. an unfamiliar ceiling and an unfamiliar room was what greeted him when he awoke, but a warmth he registered as familiar gripped his calloused hand. what met his gaze then was your dozing figure, your head smushed against the duvet beside his leg with even breaths giving way to your unconscious state. his typically chaotic mind was silent as he stared at you. it was an odd feeling, one which elicited a sharp inhale when you shifted in place, your grip on his hand loosening as you sought out a more comfortable position, before exhaling in relief when you resumed your rest. it was an odd feeling, but it wasn’t unpleasant. and, for the first time in his life, blade experienced what it meant to be at peace.

(while he never spoke of that incident to you again other than a brief thanks for giving him (unnecessary) medical attention, he found himself drifting towards you more frequently — whether it be conversing with you during those bothersome banquets, stretching out the time you escort him before he enters jing yuan’s office-slash-meeting room, sharing specialties from his territory during garden strolls, or even requesting you to spar with him. the victory from either side is sweet, but the strained expression he catches from notable figures is even sweeter.)

amongst the many you’re acquainted with, merchant!sampo is the one you’re most on edge around in spite of the years you have known each other for. it’s not that he’s a bad guy, but there’s something about his easy smile and ever-searching eyes and his words that always seem to form into something people want to hear which all seem… off. well, maybe you’re reading too much into his demeanour. after all, if he truly did have sinister intentions, you’re sure he would have acted on them by now — he’s had plenty of time to.

there’s a certain level of cunning one must have in order to survive. whether that be wits, deceit, getting one’s hands dirty, it doesn’t matter. they are all just a means to an end, after all. sampo has long since tread on the path of deceit, a game of cat and mouse with unassuming clients and authorities. but business is business, and what better way to make use of that than exploitation? disguised in a bar known as “masked fools” mapped across the globe sits a wealth of knowledge, hidden behind a secret code only known by those who covet wealth or revenge. it’s a fun pastime; the information-slash-mercenary guild receives money, the client has their request done. sampo quickly discovered playing the unassuming fool in front of the target only for them to discover they were the fool all along to be exhilarating. it was a rush like no other, even more so when he mastered the art of disguise and blended in with the crowd, building connections and biding his time as the airheaded merchant.

sampo admits, he was a tad hasty in his judgement of you. just a little. well, when compared to the ever-imposing figure of the royal guard captain chasing him down when he makes his weekly medicinal run for the palace’s physician, you weren’t all that impressionable at first glance. maybe it was the way you passively regarded him before walking off which led him to that belief, or perhaps it was the unassuming expression you always carried despite being the famed personal guard of the emperor. whatever the case, he was wrong. he realised that when his balance was tilted, back flush against the grass with your body pinning him down. the tip of your sword was against his throat and your eyes burned so brightly when asking what he was doing sneaking around a forbidden area to outsiders. he doesn’t remember what he said or did in response; all he does remember is the adrenaline rushing through his veins at the stern countenance you bestowed upon him. unconventional as it may have been, sampo thought you were the most breathtaking in that moment, a wondrous sight for his heart which only knew of cunning and deceit.

(it would be no lie to say money talks. in his line of business, it does all the talking. the only exception, sampo discovered, was when an ignorant fool attempted to hire him and have you… removed, to put it lightly. sampo couldn’t help the laugh which escaped him at the expression on the man’s face after his carefree refusal, a sound which ceased as he pointed his weapon to the man’s throat and demanded he spill the identity of the one who sent him. after all, a mere small-fry like him doesn’t have the ability to even dream of hiring someone against you — mercenary or assassin.)

if you enjoyed this, then reblogs with/or comments are greatly appreciated !! <33

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mean!isagi ིྀheadcannons

— w/: isagi pookie wookie smookie ◡̈ , & the mention of chigiri & kunigami

— warnings: school!au, bullying (unserious, light), teasing, suggesting themes, condescending isagi, fem reader, ooc

-—authors notes: ive only watched the anime but ngl i feel like isagi's more mean then he actually lets on, atleast after the first few episodes idk maybe im crazy

—mean!isagi who likes the negative reactions he gets out of you, who loves to see you angry when his teasing and light remarks get to you on a bad day

—mean!isagi that' creens in delight whenever you ask for help, who dies of laughter when you trip over his innocently placed foot

—mean!isagi who only points and stares when your skirt flips up, smiling sweetly at you're embarrassed expression "i can see your panties dummy, sit properly if you dont want me looking"

—mean!isagi who childes you when you look for help somewhere other than him, "oh yn, my poor sweet girl, when are you going to realize only I know whats best for you hm?"

—mean!isagi who convinces you to come over for a movie night but failed to tell you about the other 2 people that would be there

—mean!isagi who grins when you squirm under the gaze of nervous!kunigami & flirty!chigiri looking at you, making a joke about your uncomfortable appearance and awkward stance

—mean!isagi who berates you for just standing there, slouching into the seat and manspreading as far out as possible, leaving no room on the couch that held two other people (—nervous!kunigami who stares in adoration and —flirty!chigiri who blows a kiss when you look for him to help)

—mean!isagi who pats his lap condescendingly, delighted that your have no other choice but to sit on him knowing the floor is to cold for your warm body

—mean!isagi who complains when you squirm on his lap even though its hardly your fault considering the fact hes been rubbing his hands on your thighs for the past half hour of the movie

—mean!isagi who groans annoyed when you say you need to pee, rolling his eyes and continuing to hold you, "doesn't that feel good for girls though?"

—mean!isagi who hogs the fuck out of you in school, litterally anyone who isnt on the school soccer team can't fet access to you, girls included

—mean!isagi who swears he hasnt got a crush on you but exclusively bothers you, your the only girl he even looks at

—mean!isagi who eventually confesses, pretty much on a whim, (he wont take no for an answer) and is almost surprised when you accept him

—mean!isagi who is still so mean but in the best way possible

+bonus !!

—mean!isagi who feels gut-wrenching guilt when he says things that genuinely hurt you

—mean!isagi who's really only mean to you because he's afraid to lose you

—mean!isagi who's favorite part about you is the unwavering tolerance you have for him being, well, mean

-—authors notes: not too sure if i fw this one or not.... anyways, kunigami's and chigiri's will be out soon, lmk what other characters i should include and with what trait, tysm for reading bye bye ◡̈

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BEING CHARLES' OLDER SIBLING !

note. charles gives off the biggest little brother vibes and I stand by that. little shithead I love him <3

classic yapper brother x nonverbal sibling relationship. charles loves ranting and babbling about his day to you no matter how busy you are. he'll be tugging at the ends of your clothes while you're washing the dishes, excitingly going off about the most random topics.

has a sixth sense where he immediately knows whenever you're about to leave the house. don't even bother trying to tiptoe out that door. cause the moment your fingers even graze the doorknob, he is sprinting towards you like a madman. practically begging you to let him come with you (doesn't matter where you're going, he'll beg and beg till you have to bring him along otherwise your eardrums might just burst).

he always insists on playing soccer together! though, with his natural skills for the sport and his experience, it isn't hard to guess who the winner is each game. shamelessly ignores you whenever you accuse him of just wanting to beat you. if he covers his ears long enough, you'll shut up and go through another round of painful losses again.

of course, soccer isn't the only thing you guys play. charles is surpringly a big fan of several different board games! and he seems to be pretty good at them, too. uno is one of his personal favorites, partly because it's one of those games where both parties really get fired up.

alas, charles' tremendous luck is something you simply can not beat. he's grinning ear to ear, trying to hold in his giggle before brutally hitting you with a stacked +12. (he can't help but burst out laughing when he sees the way you begrudgingly pick up the cards.) don't be a sore loser now. you'll just have to step up your uno game.

despite his clinginess towards you, charles is still your younger sibling. and as younger siblings do, he doesn't hesitate to snitch and blackmail you to get what he wants.

oh, you recently flunked an important math test? well, you better start emptying your pockets and prepare to swallow your pride. he's more than happy to use your hard earned money to increase his candy stash.

of course, he isn't completely a little brat. he's still somewhat of a child, after all. whenever he's feeling down for whatever reason, he immediately seeks comfort by your side. sitting quietly and resting his head on your shoulder till his energy completely restores.

definitely used to barge into your room and slept there whenever he had nightmares. you can still remember the sight of his sniffling expression as he crawled into your bed and tried to explain his dream in a shaky voice. (he denies it whenever you try and bring it up.)

extremely petty and likes to pick fights over the smallest things with you. oh, did he hear you say you were craving cereal? well, too bad. he's already skipping his way to the pantry with a toothy smirk. why are you looking at him like that? it's not like he purposely made sure to use every last drop of the milk. oh well, maybe next time you'll think twice before 'forgetting' to pick him up from practice.

always ALWAYS tries to call shotgun and whines the whole car trip when he doesn't get it. purposely kicks on the back of your seat till you eventually can't take it anymore and just let him get the damn seat. too bad. charles : 3 you: 0.

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THIS IS SO CUTE????

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THE FUCKING BESTIES‼️

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they speak the same language!!

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Hi~! I saw that your writting for (yandere) WHB and your request is open, so if it's not too much.

Romantic Leviathan and Satan with [MC] who is an artist/painter that like to draw their servants?

(𝗜⃪𝗺⃪ 𝘀𝘂⃪𝗰⃪𝗵⃪ 𝗮⃪ 𝘀⃪𝘂⃪𝗰⃪𝗸⃪𝗲⃪𝗿⃪ 𝗳⃪𝗼⃪𝗿⃪ 𝘀⃪𝗶⃪𝗿⃪𝗶⃪ 𝗮⃪𝗻⃪𝗱⃪ 𝗯⃪𝗮⃪𝗿⃪𝗯⃪𝗮⃪𝘁⃪𝗼⃪𝘀⃪ 𝘁⃪𝗵⃪𝗲⃪𝘆⃪'𝗿⃪𝗲⃪ 𝘀⃪𝗼⃪ 𝗽⃪𝗿⃪𝗲⃪𝘁⃪𝘁⃪𝘆⃪)

Yandere! WHB Leviathan, Yandere! WHB Satan x GN! Artistic! Reader

[A/N] YEEEESSSSS! FINALLY MY FIRST WHB REQUEST! - AdminC 🤓

Warning: Yandere themes, Obsessive themes, Mentions Of Blood, Mentions of Beating, Mentions of nudity, Mention of amputations.

SATAN

He was a little surprised that you had an artistic skills, but he quickly brushed his surprise off and just grins. Of course his human is gonna be talented, he boasts it to his kingdom that you have the talent of an great artist. He's a king so anything you desire will be given to you without a sweat. You need supplies, he'll fund it and gift it to you. Although he's very busy with his kingdom, he at least try to look at you while you do your thing. It weirdly calms him down, and makes him quiet. Like a feline hyper focusing on their prey, which freaked you out a little bit. He smiles whenever he looks through your work, his hands softly caressing it which you would never expect from a wrathful king. He doesn't limit your time nor bothers you too much when you work on your pieces.

Although it would be a different story if you are using his subordinates as your muses, especially Sitri. He doesn't give a damn, he only wants you to focus on him or just anything else. Forget his subordinates they can paint themselves, no you don't need Sitri to pose nude for you, he can do it for you just give him 5 minutes and he'll strip his clothes for you. Whenever any of his subordinates receives an art piece from you, he'll actively collect them like a P*kemon badge, they'll gladly give it to him too no questions asked. Even if they wish to keep your works, they'll do anything to make Satan happy or act a little defiant to get the beating they all love and desire from the short wrathful king.

The more that his subordinates receives you work, the more he's just willing to lock you up and keep all your artworks to himself. He grinds his teeth whenever he catches someone receiving your work. The fuck you mean you willingly gave it to those fuckers? No, he's not jealous shut up Ppyong. He'd try to put up with it, but the last straw would be Sitri. Satan will just take it from Sitri, (which we all know Sitri would be glad to give it to Satan) and rip it he doesn't care if it's just a simple landscape or a portrait of Sitri. The next time you draw, Satan will watch you like a hawk and grinds his teeth angrily if you draw anyone but him. Just stick to drawing architectures and landscapes, or he'll beat up those demons whom you've drawn. If they're beaten up into an unrecognizable pulp, you can't draw them right?

"I'm not fucking jealous, do I look like that wet loner who sleeps in coffin? No. Now give it to me, NOW."

LEVIATHAN

He's jealous, his envy was showing in his eyes. You're so talented that he'd rather cut off your dominant hand and keep it to himself, but then he contradicts himself that you can't choke him well with just one hand. Then he thinks a little more and to settle his jealousy, you must make portraits of him or use him as your muse at least six times a day. Nothing more, nothing less, sketches, painting, sculpture, use him as your muse. (It's quite exhausting to try and calm Levi down tbh if you have any talents really.) He likes it and it eases his envy strike with you, he likes to look at the results you made finished or unfinished it makes Levi's heart beat that you sculpt/drew/painted him. He's a little jealous of his portrait self, he wishes you would paint on him.

By the sweet heaven's are you trying to get yourself in more shit? His subordinates doesn't mind posing for you, as long as it doesn't take away their possible time to spend with their loveable king. If you were to draw body proportions, you could ask for Barbatos who'd gladly go nude under the sun if it means to excuse why he's naked in the open. Don't tell Leviathan you were using his subordinates as your muse, just please don't, that's a disaster waiting to happen. If his subordinates were to tell Leviathan what they were doing, they'd happily tell every detail but by bit. And by the miracle if Leviathan doesn't try and kill their subordinates, he'll just ask them to give him all the works or burn it so that only him is drawn by you.

Just focus in drawing Leviathan, even if you draw an architecture, just plaster Leviathan there please. If you were to continue drawing his subordinates, he'll chop your dominant hand painlessly. Don't worry it would be lovingly stored to be preserved, and if by magic you get it back and still works just use Leviathan as your muse, focus only on him. Or he'll lock you up in a room that only he has access to so you can only paint, draw, sculpt him. Look and praise him, you have no choice.

"I'm so jealous of him, if only you don't know how to (paint/sculpt/draw). My dear use me as your muse, only look at me. Do you want me to take your hand? Good, don't use anyone but me."

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