Sometimes The Name Doesn't Matter
Sometimes the name doesn't matter
synopsis: sometimes it matters that you are his wife. PART 2
pairings: Capitano, Kaveh, Tighnari, Zhongli x fem!reader (separately)
tw: fluff, established relationship, hurt/comfort; hybrids, unwelcomed courting, kind of female objectification (all in Tighnari's part)
word count: 6.9k+ words
a/n: part 1 can be read here!
Capitano
Fast elegant fingers of a pianist run across the keys of black and white and the violins in the hands of other musicians are there to serve together with the chorus of beautiful voices, selected by Lady Columbina personally. The music infiltrates the souls of the nobles present, filling them with the sense of grandeur and glory, touching even their harsh unfeeling hearts.
The atmosphere of the gathering is gratifying, would’ve even been endearing if not for the stately figures of the Harbingers standing on both sides of the throne, where the Tsaritsa would've been seated had she not decided to refrain from attending it altogether. She has more important matters to take care of, and nine of her most loyal servants can definitely fill in her place on that yearly event.
Sure, this year it is more important since the two Harbingers are missing and the seats stay vacant - it's been the talk of the nation. Who is going to be nominated? Can it be influenced? Will they claim the names today?
Is the mysterious Commander, whose arrival became the topic of multiple speculations, be the one? A fierce warrior many heard of, but almost none saw face to face. The man was believed to be as powerful as the 11th Harbinger or maybe even the 10th! Having an army and an establishment of his own on the farthest line of the Snezhnayan border, he still is under the command of Lord Capitano, which makes it even harder to fish any more information than what is already known to the public.
"I only heard about him. He and his troops are protecting our borders from the monster's invasion in the North."
"Ew, who would've wanted to live in the North! It's much harsher than all the Snezhnaya."
"Shush, the Commander is wealthy and respectful, you can bear some cold."
"What do you imply?"
"The Commander is unmarried, there is no way he isn't, not with a life like this. But it can always be changed, and the woman he takes as wife would be one of the luckiest ones!"
"You are right… Maybe he is actually handsome. Maybe he'd be even willing to buy a whole mansion for his promised one and not take her with him to that awful place. Maybe…"
Maybe, maybe, maybe. It travels through the crowds like a storm in its wake, eventually reaching the Harbingers, who, for the first time after appearing and greeting the already arrived, stop resembling the statues. Eyes shift among the people and each other; some gazes hold interest, some - annoyance. Only Pantalone has an ever present smile on his face, fingers clasped in front of him and sapphire rings sparkle in the ballroom light.
"Looks like Capitano's estimated soldier caught everyone's attention. My, my, how curious and nosy the people can be…"
"I understand the curiosity though," admits Childe, arms crossed to prevent laying even a finger on his blade, that is resting on his hip. "This person sounds like an interesting specimen… I've heard of his talents in both strategy and tactics, and it seems like his strength is a legend. I'd love to spar with him."
"Oh you, thinking only about fights, young man," Pulcinella disapprovingly shakes his head and raises his cane to point in the gingerhead's direction. "I highly doubt our guest will have time to spare, considering the period of time concerning the stay that was mentioned in the letter we received."
"And I believe the majority of that time would be spent with Il Capitano, isn't it right?" Columbina's soft voice must be drowning in the music, but everyone hears her loud and clear.
"..." The Harbinger stays silent and nothing can be read from his body language since he is the only one remaining still in his place, his huge looming figure resembling one of the full-set armor nobles like putting in their halls as a part of interior. Except this one isn't empty.
"So much potential to become my test subject, to be perfected... Yet lost to the lands of Northern regions," Dottore huffs in disappointment, his sharp teeth peaking when he clicks his tongue. "Say, Pierro, can't things be rearranged? I'd happily have our dear border protector as my underling."
The silence between the nine suddenly becomes thick. There is something indescribably tense in the air and only Childe can't understand why some of his colleagues seem to be more interested in how the Captain would react and not the 1st of the Harbingers..
"You know why this can't be rearranged, Dottore," the stare of an icy blue eye would pin everyone to the ground, destroying their will and order to obey, though doing little to scare the Doctor. "And it was favored by the Tsaritsa herself."
The finality of the short statement makes the scientist back down from the proposition he's been bringing up every time the topic touches the Commander, yet ending up the same way as always - with an ultimate rejection.
Three heavy thuds make everyone in the room fall silent. Many heads turn to look at the ceremonial staff hitting the floor the last time and staying still in the hand of a tall, thoroughly dressed man.
"The protector of the Northern border, the glorified and esteemed warrior of Her Majesty Tsaritsa, The Commander has arrived," the master's of ceremonies voice carries like a thunderclap, cutting off the quite leisurely music the orchestra was playing for the dances and entertainment.
The rustle of note sheets is fleeting and not a moment later the musicians straighten in their seats, taking a deep breath. Trumpets boom in a spacious room and make nobles shiver in surprise, some especially susceptible women even lean on their partners for support. The choir and the violins join the triumphant song the brass instruments sing, signaling that the time has come.
Everyone holds their breath as the tall heavy doors leading to the ballroom are being pulled open. Everyone has their gaze glued to a slowly growing gap. Everyone keeps their eyes wide open, afraid that even one blink can cost them missing the legendary sight.
Everyone gasps.
The tall figure enters, posture straight and shoulders squared, confidence evident in every step. Black satin clothes are adorned with golden chains and intricate patterns. The white military coat stayed resting on the shoulders - showing off the position, the closeness to the Harbingers. And then there is the face - a scar crossing the left brow, calm bored eyes, not sparing anyone a glance, which do not fit the other female features of your face.
Yes, the Commander happens to be a woman.
Stopping by the steps leading to the throne, you bow - not kneel, bow, - holding your open palm by the heart and respectfully closing your eyes. Music stops.
“Greetings, my lords. Let Tsaritsa bless you and your mission.”
“Let Tsaritsa bless you and your service to her,” Pierro says, raising his hand. “Lift your head,” which you do, looking him right in the eyes, yet still holding your hand by the chest. “There is time for duties and there is time for entertainment. And tonight, given your rare visits to the capital, I suggest you enjoy the latter.”
“Much obliged, Lord Pierro.”
And with a wave of the older man’s hand, the orchestra starts a new composition, waking up the ones who were in a daze, reminding others they are here for drama.
And the first one to take action is the 11th Harbinger.
“Commander, Sir- I mean, Lady?” The gingerhead is the closest to you out of all his colleagues, having only to descend a few steps to be on your level. “I’ve heard a lot about you, many admirable things. How do you look at sparring?”
“Right in the middle of a ballroom? Quite positively, young man,” your lips twist in a half-smirk, baring a sharp pearly canine. “But I believe the nobles have already had enough shock to take and rumors to create. Maybe another time. Haven’t seen you before though. Are you new?”
“Tartaglia, the Eleventh Harbinger, Lady Commander.”
“Ma’am would be enough,” you click your tongue, glancing behind and noticing how slowly, but surely some of the aristocrats are inching towards you, clearly interested in conversation, Well, you are not. “On second thought, starting a duel right now and here doesn’t sound like a bad idea…”
“I’ve always known you are quite insane,” Arlechino butts her way in the conversation, giving you only a small nod as a greeting. You simply glance at her.
“For years I’ve been hearing of my insanity, think of something new,”
“How about, ‘the one who knows no limits’?” Pantalone’s smile is as dazzling as it’s fake and sometimes your hands are itching to strangle the man. Maybe even go all the way out and bite his head off. Literally.
“The only ones who know no limits are the wind and the stupidity. I’m neither. Who I am though,” your gaze travels higher, to the steps closest to the Tsaritsa’s throne, to there Pierro and the first three Harbingers are standing, “is a wife. And I’d like to have a dance with my husband.”
Not many heard your words, but the ones who did, gasp loudly, staring at you with wide eyes. Which get even wider when Il Capitano, a seemingly motionless statue before, turns in his place and, without a pause, steadily descends to you. Now, as you are standing so closely it becomes evident how obviously your outfits match. The chains, the patterns, even the precious stones - everything. Perhaps it is terrifyingly cute. Perhaps it's cutely terrifying.
“Husband,” your smile again, offering him your hand, which he immediately envelopes in his big clawed one.
“Wife,” is the first word the big figure rumbles for the evening, the void of its helmet staring at you. And that’s all you speak to each other, hearing the beginning of another melody and turning to join the dancing pairs.
“...What was that?” Childe voices what’s been plaguing the minds of the attendees. “First the Commander appears to be a woman, and now she is married to the Lord Il Capitano?” He glances at Pulcinella, who joins his side and decides to watch the pair that caused a commotion have their fun. “Do they not use their names?”
“They find no sense in them,” the Rooster answers just the last question. “And,” he lowers his voice and the ginger has to bend down to hear the next words, “I didn’t tell you that, but the Captain really loves calling her his wife. So be quite cautious while seeking a fight with her. You might end up impaled. By either of them.”
Kaveh
With a soft smile you watch a group of children merrily leaving their classroom, interrupting each other in attempts to tell everyone how exciting the lesson was. They do not forget to grin and wave at you, passing by, and you return the sentiment, contently observing their happy faces and sparkly eyes.
Every time this happens, a strange sense of fulfillment overtakes you - supporting and sponsoring Kaveh was one of the best decisions you’ve ever made. The greatest architect of nowadays is offering his guidance to the young generation, teaching them everything about beauty and practicality, helping them to develop their own creative vision, and at the same time boosting the confidence of kids of all ages. And you couldn’t be prouder of him.
Him, who meticulously prepares for every single lesson. Him, who is oh-so-gentle with his words and precise in his speech. Him, who teaches both Sumeru citizens and people coming from abroad. Him, who is as passionate about it, as he is about his designing job, telling you every single detail of how the lessons went on your way home or over the dinner. Him, who is happy and who makes you happy too with that fact alone.
When the last kid leaves, marking the ending of the final class for today, you glance at the clock. Now Mister Meticulousness will need half an hour to tidy up the classroom and put all the tools away. Tomorrow is free from classes at his (he always corrects your as in the both of you) school, so you can collect your stuff as well - after all, being the manager of this establishment and Kaveh specifically requires your presence. You can be strict and unyielding whenever he can’t and this partnership proves to be successful every day.
Just as you are writing down some financial staff, there is a soft knock on the doorframe. Immediately lifting your eyes you hum, observing a very good-looking woman and a boy, shyly holding onto her hand.
“Hello, how can I help you?” With a quill laid on top of your accounting book, you stand and round the table, offering the two to step closer.
“Ah, hello, miss…” eyes with long, pretty lashes flit to the name tag attached to your clothes, “...Y/n. This is master Kaveh’s artistic school, am I correct?”
“Yes, you are. Are you here to sign your boy up for a class?” You offer her son a sweet smile and he answers you with a small lift of his lips.
“Mhm. You see, he is a big fan of master Kaveh and his works - can study the pictures of his designs taken by Kamera day and night.”
At that, the boy lowers his gaze and blushes a little, digging a hole in the ground with the tip of his shoe.
“Oh, really?” A gasp that escapes your chest is one of excitement. “That’s marvelous! I am sure your hopefully soon-to-be-teacher will be very interested in hearing your opinion of his works, young connoisseur,” he giggles, lifting his eyes at you again, and there you see undisguised delight. “Oh, but my bad, I didn’t ask your names…”
The woman’s lips bare two rows of perfectly white teeth as she smiles at you, introducing herself and her son.
“We are from Fontaine actually. But my parents wanted to spend some indefinite period of time in Sumeru for their health and we decided to join them. So while we are here, I thought I’d make my son’s dream come true.”
“That’s so nice of you,” you can’t help but admire her a little for that. “I can tell you first a little about our school, you’ll ask all the questions you need to, and then I’ll show you around. Kaveh should be done with cleaning by then, so there’s a big chance you’ll even talk to him personally.”
“Really!?” That’s the first time throughout your entire interaction when the boy opens his mouth and actually makes a sound. “Master Kaveh is here right now?”
“He is. But can’t promise a long conversation - there are still blueprints waiting for him back at home.
“Ah, right… He is the great architect after all,” the woman hums, staring to the side as if in thought. “Between the commissions he takes and this school he must be making good money. Not to mention so handsome…”
Oh… What a familiar tone, what a familiar look in those eyes. Suddenly that ounce of respect you felt for her disappears.
“Money is irrelevant to him as long as he reaches his goal,” is your restrained response.
“Ah, of course! Handsome, sweet, kind, good with kids and is not a snob. Sweety, you ought to charm him for me!” She pinches her son’s cheek. “Imagine Master Kaveh as your daddy!”
Oh Archons, again?
There is absolutely no doubt that the light of Kshahrewar is not only well-known and popular among kids, but is thirsted after by women. In a half of a year your school has been existing, there were numerous times when moms of little students made comments alike or some single females trying to schedule private sessions with the architect. What a sagacious decision it was to make group studying only, it saves you some drama, once the legal document is shown. Though there are exceptionally persistent examples…
But this time you pity the kid a little, because he genuinely seems to admire Kaveh. And his next words make you internally cheer for the little guy.
“Master Kaveh as my dad? But mom, I have a dad already,” the boy pouts, rubbing at the pinched cheek. You notice a red mark and two little crescent moons that her nails left on a tender skin. “I love him and don’t need another one.”
“Sweety, you just don’t understand how great it would be to have such a dad! Just trust my word-”
“Ahem, Madame, I kindly ask you to deal with your family affairs once you are out of here. As for the school - I am open for discussion.”
The displeased way she glances at you doesn’t go unnoticed, but you do not show it anyhow, calmly staring back at her, while your hand reaches up to your chest. As if finally remembering her initial reason for coming here with her son, the woman sighs and puts a palm on the boy’s shoulder.
“Of course, miss- I’m sorry I forgot your name…” And her eyes flit to the name tag again.
Momentarily the woman squints from the light reflecting on the metal, and when she blinks the bright spots away, there is a beautiful golden ring on your hand. The hand that is holding the flipped tiny plate with just two words engraved in it.
"Kaveh's wife"
With widened eyes she stares back at your sweetly polite smile. Not saying a word as if letting the notion sink in, you walk to the wall. Grabbing the backs of two chairs you drag them to your table so they could sit, and take your rightful place in front of them.
“If you are here for something aside from or instead of signing your son up for classes, I believe my name should be irrelevant to you. My status though,” you knock a nail twice on the badge, “must. So… what are you here for, Madame?”
The boy climbs onto his chair right away, while his mother tarries a little, still shocked by the revealed fact and your suddenly changed demeanor. She needs a couple more seconds to compose herself, but eventually she too sits down.
Despite what happened earlier, your conversation proves to be fruitful and fifteen minutes later you are showing around the school, sharing some additional information and answering every single of the kid’s questions.
When in the last room you find your husband, closing Mehrak and looking ready to leave, the boy lets out a gasp. The sound attracts the man’s attention, and he turns to the three of you with a soft smile.
“Oh, hello there, little guy!” The blond waves at him, breaking the blissful stupor of a child that immediately turns red and hides behind his mother. Surprised, Kaveh looks at you for explanation but, instead, takes notice of your name’s replacement. Oh wow, this again. What was the last time you did that? Two weeks ago?
“Ah, Master Kaveh!” The woman charmingly smiles, batting her lashes at him, which would’ve made you cringe had it never happened before. “You see, my son-”
“Pardon me, Madame, give me a moment,” the male softly interrupts her and reaches for a similar metal plate on his chest with his own name to flip it. It’s almost comical how sour the temptress’s face got in a second.
And there is what for. Now two words are proudly matching yours, engraved in an equally beautiful cursive to remind the world who the two of you become once stripped of your names.
Just his ”Y/n’s husband” to your “Kaveh’s wife”.
And like that one more kid takes part in your lovely school and one suitor less is after one of its founders.
Tighnari
With each passing day of your team’s research in the desert you found it harder and harder to control yourself. Some days you were even on the verge of clawing and biting, tail and ears twitching in annoyance and pupils turning into wild slits, making your hybrid nature more obvious.
Was it because of the research? No, it couldn’t be farther - your colleagues have been making so much progress, heeding your advice and following your lead. Was it the location perhaps? A little, but you learnt how to deal with heat and dryness. Was the process taking too much time? On the contrary, you are on your way home already, having finished the job 4 days earlier than you estimated in the beginning.
Then what on earth could possibly trigger you like this?
Well…
“Hey, forest foxy, want me to catch the Consecrated Flying Serpent for you?”
Ah yes, him.
Never again will you trust the higher ups at the Akademiya to sponsor your team with the bodyguards. Out of every possible candidate, your Herbad-titled colleague concluded that hiring five descendants of Valuka Shuna would be a marvelous idea.
“They are the desert kind - they’ll be good guides.” “Look how much stronger they are, they’ll definitely protect all of you.” “They are of the same kind as you, Y/n. Don’t you think it’ll be easier for you, as the leader, to have someone akin with you?”
No, it absolutely would not!
Desert fennec hybrids are different from the forest ones - and it’s not even the case of your green and their sandy brown fur or their more brutal physique against your more delicate one. It’s their character and world perception. You’ll never call them barbarians, but they really developed more of the animal nature than your kind did.
And from day one it was a pain in the butt.
One of your five new bodyguards was clearly the leader - he was bigger and broodier, with more scars littering his body, and his whole stance was screaming of a higher position. When you were introduced for the first time, something lit up in his grayish eyes, which were looking you over appreciatively. You ignored that, more focused on the discussion of the upcoming expedition and making sure the five were aware of what was required of them.
Luckily they were, and, admittedly, they did fulfill their task meticulously, proving to be great help. If only one of them wasn’t so diligent.
You lost count of how many times the leader tried to get into your personal space and you had to move away. Of the numerous invitations to hunt together. Of the endless displays of his strength and abilities. Of the many conversations you didn’t even try to eavesdrop on (they talked pretty loudly) around the topic of when will your shell be cracked and you’d accept the male’s courting attempts.
The answer was obvious, but he just never got it. Even when you called him for a serious conversation on the turning-into-an-issue matter.
“With all respect I must ask you to stop with whatever you’ve been doing to woo me. I have a husband.”
You still remember how he blinked at you dumbly, clear lack of understanding written on the sun-kissed face.
“...and?”
“The heck do you mean ‘and’?”
“Well, you don’t have a mate?”
It was your turn to stare at him speechless, ear twitching and tail curling closer to your legs. It was getting worse than just ridiculous.
“If we are speaking in such terms, then my husband is my mate. So, please-”
You nearly gasped when the male immediately leant closely, violating your personal space and practically stuffing his nose against your neck. Shocked by such lack of shame, you lost the ability to talk or move for a moment, gaping at him sniffing around and humming upon the discovery.
“You don’t wear anyone’s smell on you.”
You were not proud of yourself at that moment, but you absolutely lost it. Sharpened claws dug into his chest and with an angry snarl you pushed him back.
“Get away from me!”
You must’ve been a sight - canines bared and fingers twitching, ready to attack; fur standing on both your ears and tail, signaling your distress and eyes slitted in pure rage while directed at the man in front of you. The worst part? The idiot seemed to like it even more.
“What me and my partner do must be of no concern to you. I told you ‘no’ and I mean it.”
But bold of you was to assume he’d stop. Oh no, it’s gotten worse. Now he was actively calling you a ‘forest foxy’, absolutely abandoning your name and even trying to scent you. It was suffocating - the desert aridity was lighter in comparison to the male hybrid’s pheromones.
Never in all your academic practice have you wanted to return home so badly.
Fortunately, your colleagues quickly caught on to what was going on and always helped you to escape the unwanted interactions. Plus they were equally as mad as you were, because his individual scent irritated their human noses - and that was the main reason why you and Tighnari, both spending a lot of time around other people, did not practice it. Partly, you are sure, this whole situation was the reason for your earlier return - and you were grateful for their understanding.
However, your stubborn suitor did not dream of giving up. Killed desert animals were still offered to you, stories of his legendary battles with monsters were told for the hundredth time (even though no one was interested in listening at that point) and attempts to lure you with the musky smell once again made. Archons, and the green-furred fennec girls from your teens used to dream of that.
Maybe Lesser Lord Kusanali would be merciful and you’ll meet your husband somewhere on your way?
“Herbad Y/n!”
…wow, that was quick. Not Tighnari, but incredibly welcome too.
“Collei!” For the first time in days there is a reason for your soft smile. Which the young girl mirrors, waving at you from not so far away. You notice a couple more of the Forest Rangers at her side, and that sight alone makes you finally exhale in relief. You are so close to being home.
“Master is here too! Want me to get him?”
Oh, Dendro Archon, thank you.
“I’d really appreciate it, dear!” With a quick nod the green-haired apprentice disappears in the bushes, and you turn back to the scholars of your group. It’s time to abuse your power a little. “We are almost at the Devadaha Pool. Since all of you live in Sumeru City I hope you’ll excuse me for staying behind. As for you five,” your gaze moves to the bodyguards and it’s so hard not to rejoice - soon they’ll be just a memory, “I ask you to accompany the rest of my team to the Akademiya. Then you can consider your job done and be free. Keep the payment for the last three days that didn’t happen - think of it as a bonus for a good job.”
All but one eagerly nod and bid you farewell with wishes of getting home safely. And frankly speaking? You couldn’t care less for that one when you spot familiar and oh so dear big pointy ears with an intricate golden earring adorning one of them.
“Tighnari!” You didn’t want to sound so desperate, you really didn’t. But when those forest-like lovely eyes look in your direction, it becomes clear to you - the yearning has gotten unbearable.
“Y/n…” His smile is dazzling and the way his body immediately pushes to walk to you almost makes the memories of the last weeks’ events go away.
The key word - almost.
Someone grabs your elbow when you want to meet him halfway. Oh right, you already forgot about him.
“Let me go, you, imbecile!” And again you have to snarl and be rude, ripping your arm out of the strong hold and quickly darting into your husband’s embrace. The natural smell of the leaves, the flowers, the sweet and bitter concoctions he makes in his home laboratory, comfort you and your whole body goes nearly limp in his hold. It’s been weeks and you are tired of fighting with the brick wall - this time you want your lover to handle it for you.
“Y/n, my lotus, are you alright?” Gentle fingers comb through your hair and scratch at the base of your ears - a whole ass adult, that you are, wants to tear up. But you can only shake your head a no. “Has this man been bothering you?” This time it’s a yes. “I got you, dear.”
“So,” the browny green eyes sharpen upon staring at the cause of your current state, when it starts speaking, “you are that ‘husband’ the foxy has been talking about? I thought you’d be stronger. Or at least taller. Now I see that I was right and you really can’t be her mate.”
“Oh but I am. Not that we have to prove anything to a stranger. Y/n,” he carefully pries your face from his shoulder, caressing your cheek with a beanie pad, “let’s go home. You must be so-so tired.”
“I am, ‘nari. I am exhaus-”
“There’s no smell of you on her and vice versa,” the desert descendent of the Valuka Shuna seems to not be planning to stop. “Her neck is not marked. You let her wander by herself for weeks? And you keep calling her by the name. Her name should've stopped mattering once she became your mate!”
The hand around your waist tenses and you can feel the claws threatening to tear through the gloves he always wears. You don’t need to look at the face of your lover to know how pissed he is. And if Tighnari decides to attack him and tear his tongue out? You will not stop him.
“I am going to say it once and only once. She is not just a mate, she is my wife, by the Sumeru law and by the blessing of the Dendro Archon. And this fact must matter to you more than the case of her name. So fuck off and leave my wife alone. And if you don’t get it in a civil way - this woman is taken. And this territory is mine.”
With that, the Forest Watcher effortlessly lifts you in his arms and, holding you as if a precious bride, turns around to leave. You haven’t looked back once.
“You can’t imagine how much I missed being called your wife,” you quietly confess, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Especially after he didn’t listen when I said that I am.”
Tighnari hums sympathetically, leaning close to rub his nose against yours.
“Will it be okay then if today I address you as my wife only? When we join the other rangers, I mean.”
”...if you think I will be embarrassed - make it a whole week.”
With a soft chuckle your husband plants a kiss on your lips, sealing the deal and promising you tranquil days at last.
“As you wish, wife.”
Zhongli
"...and so Rex Lapis takes the form of a dragon, a majestic creature he was born as - the one of whom the fair maiden would never be scared of. Lady Guizhong's robes flutter in the tender wind traveling among the mountain peaks and caressing the earthly scales of the God's enormous body. His eyes, shiny as gold, gaze at her with an unfamiliar softness as she holds a gentle flower - a delicate gift from her lover, the one that proves that under all that armor is a stone heart capable of love. Heart that is beating for her."
To loud applause the Iron Tongue Tian bows his head, drawing the legend of the gods in love to its end. You cannot bring yourself to clap even politely, both hands on your lap, hidden under the table, twitching when a man beside you lets his gloved palms meet each other a couple of times.
It’s the second time you had to sit and endure the baloney from the very beginning to the very end, not to count all those times you overheard it in passing. From the moment you settled in the Liyue Harbor together with your husband, to live the rest of your incredibly long lives together among the humans, you've been painfully aware of their interpretation of Rex Lapis and his relationship with other immortal beings. Before that you rarely accompanied him during the walks, busy with helping Yakshas and other adepti protect the said humans to grant them a peaceful life - as immortal guardians grew fewer, every single one counted.
Never have you ever imagined that knowing so little of the citizens’ folklore would backfire so hard. It seems that people got somewhat bored listening to the stories of Liyue and Rex Lapis, no matter how many interpretations existed. Literature became more diverse in genres and romantic novels were on top of the list, so street narrators started losing their audience little by little. Before it could grow into something more drastic the new side of history was presented to the public - stories about love among immortals appeared and its freshness and uniqueness caught people’s attention immediately.
In their searches for new material, speakers dug through hundreds of volumes. The main interest was the Lord of Geo, of course. If you have a story of a presumably stone-hearted creature ever having fallen in love with someone - that’s pure gold! But who could you present as a love interest of the Archon? It must be someone very close to him and, obviously, no one is more well-known for that than the deceased Archon of Dust.
You sigh, reaching for your cup and declining Madam Ping’s offer to pour you some more tea - for an unclear reason the fellow adeptus joined you two tonight. You have thousands of years of life behind your existence, a soul hardened by constant battles, and mannerism as polished as a jade statue, yet for a moment you feel concerned that the woman would notice a pang of hurt in the smallest of your features.
Zhongli definitely noticed the first time. It was meant to be a date night - simple, but sweet, with the evening lights, delightful aroma of the finest tea and the tales pouring from skilled tongues reflecting the atmosphere of what your nation really is. However, the luck of the land of trades wasn’t on your side, as someone requested the “Guili legend” as they called it. At first you were confused. Then in disbelief, almost turning to look at your mate, with whom you were bonded long before he became allies with the ash-haired woman. In the end you felt something you thought was beyond you - bitterness.
When you left the restaurant, slowly walking back to your house, Zhongli’s fingers gently touched your elbow, asking for your attention.
“Does it bother you that much, my love?”
Bother you? Well… It does feel insulting when someone speaks of your husband having been in love with someone else, but mortals can’t possibly know the truth for many reasons.
“I can’t say it doesn’t,” you admitted calmly, stopping and turning fully to him. He did the same, gazing at you with a hint of worry in those golden eyes you loved so much. The ones, you knew, always looked only at you. “But it can’t be helped, right? There was a reason and mutual agreement why you, as Rex Lapis, made our union unknown to your people, and now, since you are “dead”? There is no one to tell our story. Don’t worry though,” you put a hand on top of his and smiled, when his other one was laid on top of yours in a gesture of comfort. “I can deal with it. I know you love going to the storyteller’s performances. I’ll just try to ignore what they say about you and Lady Guizhong.”
Sometimes Zhongli thinks he does not deserve you. Ever so patient and understanding, you always had your husband's best interest at heart. Marriage, however, in its basis is a form of a contract, and a good contract is all about both sides being equal in everything. And if you must know one thing about Rex Lapis - he never makes bad contracts.
When the audience calms down, the man decides to make his presence and intentions clear by raising a hand. From the corner of his eye he notices you slightly turning your head to glance at him, and he catches a glimpse of puzzlement in your gaze. He can't help but think how adorable you are, even if you deny it again and again, claiming that nothing can be adorable about a several millennia-old warrior. Maybe not, but his wife definitely is, and he thinks with a primordial pride igniting in his chest, that mating with you was the best decision his past self had ever made.
Reaching under the table he rests his free hand on top of yours, gently squeezing it in reassurance, offering you the warmth of himself, seeping through his glove. Just as your shoulders relax to his delight, the raised hand adorned with rings is finally noticed.
"Ah, Mr Zhongli! Such an honor to see a regular, especially someone as wise as yourself!" Iron Tongue Tian beams with a wide smile, closing his fan and focusing his full attention on the history connoisseur. "I doubt you have questions, given your vast knowledge, and I can't wait to hear what else you can add to this already heart-felt story."
You force your lips not to twitch, hiding behind the tea cup again. Suddenly it tastes bitter. But another squeeze your husband gives your hand doesn't let you dwell on it too much.
"You are correct, I do have some knowledge to offer. However, it might disappoint you, as it will completely destroy the story of the Geo Archon and the Archon of Dust."
The whispers ran through the crowd like a powerful wave, and you can see confusion written over every single face. But also, there is intrigue.
"I took it upon myself,” Zhongli however continues, “to invite Madame Ping to back up my story, as she was the witness to it," the elder woman - a well-known Adeptus that doesn't hide her existence among mortals - nods with a soft smile.
"I read this in legends a long time ago, but remembered only when the 'Guili legend' became popular. Rex Lapis indeed had a lover, however it was not Lady Guizhong," the gasps are almost deafening. Just as your quickened heartbeat.
And for the next hour the man by your side and the elderly-looking woman that joined you tonight proceed to tell the story of the adeptus, who was the first and only to ever bring the Geo Archon to his knees, to be worshiped like a goddess by his eyes, by his words, by his very heart. Of a warrior, whose fierce eyes and valiant nature made a dragon in Rex Lapis roar in delight. Of the woman, who entranced him with her beauty, caring soul and motherly attention directed to other adepti - Madame Ping adds with a laugh of how the two created a parent-like dynamic even before they became official (at that you find it so hard not to turn bashful).
They tell the legend of the silk flowers - the ones you might see everywhere in the vast lands of Liyue. How the Geo Archon personally asked the Dendro Archon for guidance to cultivate the tenderest of flowers, how he taught his people to make the delicate fabric out of it, but even then it couldn’t compare to the skin of his immortal mate.
They tell stories of how annoyed she was when the god turned into a dragon to fall asleep somewhere in the depths of the earth for years without telling her prior, and how he returned with the purest stones and metals and with his own hands forged the pair of matrimonial rings (yes, the ones wrapped around your fingers to this day).
Madame Ping fondly speaks of all those thousands of years of protection the said adeptus spent to make sure that her godly spouse’s people were safe and maybe just a tiny sliver of pride rushes through your heart at the public acknowledgement.
“But she wished not to be known,” the woman sighs and you know she glances at you reproachfully. Well-deserved, given the circumstances you are in right now. “Thus it’s not much of a surprise people made a mistake like that. Besides, you won’t find much information in written sources about her either way.”
“But she must have a name at least!” Someone from the fairly grown crowd exclaims.
“That she does,” Zhongli nods, lacing his fingers with yours under the table, lips tugging in a calm smile, when you squeeze his hand in return. “Though I am afraid it would be pointless to try and find out now - we wouldn’t want to disturb her mourning the departure of her husband, would we? After all, they must’ve loved each other so much.”
“But how can you be so sure?”
“Because,” golden eyes are on you, catching yours, pulling you in, whispering for your soul and heart to get lost in them, “I can understand how this love was born and got to bloom. My wife showed me that.”
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Recently I've been seeing a lot of Sun Wukong and reader / OC with baby monkeys stuff, and I am just living for it. ( @journey-to-the-au's #Fruit Troup and @semisolidmind's #Royal Children especially) Something about baby monkeys rattled around in my little brain long enough that I had to bang out this drabble. Its my first ever x reader story, and its just slightly nsfw so beware!
Cuddle Break
Synopsis: Your reaction to snuggling a baby monkey has quite an effect on Sun Wukong
Warning / Triggers: Slight NSFW - mention of an erection and implied adult situations
For several days now the group had been traveling through a dense jungle. You had stopped for a break on the side of the road to eat some lunch and rest your weary feet. Although it was a little humid, it felt pleasantly cool beneath the shade of the jungle canopy. You would have liked to take a quick nap, but Tang was anxious as ever to get moving again.
“YN, would you mind finding Wukong?” the monk asked. He smiled apologetically, as if he knew he was sending you into the lion’s den.
Almost since the day you’d joined the group, the demon monkey had begun teasing and flirting with you. You did your best to laugh off his advances, thinking he was probably just messing with you, but lately Wukong was getting so provocative that Tang was forced to use the headache spell a few times just to get him to give you some space. You were starting to consider that maybe Wukong really was into you, which wouldn’t have been a problem if you didn’t find him so damn attractive too!
As usual Wukong had gone off on his own to scout out the surroundings as soon as the group had settled down. Normally Pigsy would have been asked to go find the monkey, but he had eaten so much lunch that he’d zonked out hard enough that even Sandy was struggling to wake him up. There was nothing to be done about it, so you set off in the direction you had seen Wukong go earlier, hoping he hadn’t gone too far.
It wasn’t much trouble to find a little footpath that meandered through the jungle underbrush. You tracked it for a while, occasionally calling out the demon monkey’s name. Eventually you came to a wide, slow running creek, and trusting the intuition that had served you so well on the journey so far decided to follow it upstream. It wasn’t too long before you caught a familiar chirping, chattering sound. You had heard Wukong occasionally making those noises, but this time they sounded surprisingly soft.
“Wukong!” you called as you got closer, “Tang wants to get going…!”
It wasn’t long before you spotted him and understood why the noises were so unusually gentle.
Sun Wukong was perched on a thick branch hanging low over the creek, surrounded by a troop of infant monkeys. It was the little ones that were chirping and giggling as they climbed on him like a living jungle gym. He seemed to be enjoying it, indulging the little ones with the softest smile you had ever seen on his face. And the babies were so cute! Little fluffy beans with their little tails and itty-bitty noses!
“❤️Oooh my gooooosh!!❤️❤️” You gushed before you could stop yourself.
The Monkey King and his tiny subjects looked at you in surprise, only just noticing your presence. The babies looked a little nervous, but Wukong’s grin only got bigger as you approached. You were glad to see that the little ones trusted Wukong enough that they didn’t run away, even when you pulled yourself up on the branch to sit beside him.
“They’re so adorable, Wukong! Do… Do you think I could hold one?”
Wukong had never seen you so enamored before, it was adorable! “Sure,” he chuckled, “Just be careful. They got a strong grip.” He lifted one of the little ones off his knee, making reassuring noises as he handed him over to your waiting arms.
The baby was clearly a bit frightened of you, staring at your face with wide, darting eyes. “It’s okay sweetie,” you cooed to reassure him, stroking his head and back. “Don’t be scared.” To your delight the infant started to purr, and snuggled against you as you cradled him against your chest. You were so besotted with affection for the little guy that you didn’t even notice the intense way Wukong was staring at you.
It wasn’t until he’d handed the child over that Wukong realized the little one had fur that was remarkably like the color of your hair. Watching you snuggle and coo at the infant made him think of you doing the same with his offspring. Just imagining you getting you pregnant with his heirs drove him wild. If it weren’t for the children still clinging to him, he would have pounced on you right there.
What was worse, he was a little jealous of the little one! What he wouldn’t give to have you hold him and stroke his fur like that! That look of sweet and tender adoration in your eyes should have been for him!
Oblivious to the immortal demon’s internal struggle (and the bulge in his pants) you continued to soothe the baby monkey in your arms. The little guy was practically melting as you pet his soft fur. Then two more of the little ones abandoned Wukong to crawl into your lap, eager for their turn at cuddles. You scooped them up happily, pressing kisses to their foreheads. “Aww! Mama’s sweet babies! ❤️”
Wukong grit his teeth to stifle a groan. The jolt of arousal that went through him was so violent his hand shot up and snapped the branch above him like a twig. The baby monkeys that were still sitting on him were startled enough to scatter further up the tree.
You gave him a puzzled look, holding the little ones in your lap a bit protectively. “Something wrong, Wukong?”
“I’m fine,” he answered, jumping down from the branch. He sounded a bit more terse than usual. Obviously he wasn’t fine, but he wasn’t going to tell you about it. “You said Master wanted to get going. We should head back now.”
You sighed, glancing down at the baby monkeys curled in your lap. They had been startled by Wukong crushing the branch but had hunkered down rather than run away. “Aw, can’t we stay just a little longer?”
"C'mon, YN, let's go." Wukong shook his head, shooing the little ones with a few soft hoots. They reluctantly crawled out of your lap, and you pouted as you let them go. Then he reached up, grabbing your waist to lift you down off the branch. You accepted the surprisingly chivalrous gesture, even putting your hands on his strong shoulders to steady yourself. But once your feet were on the ground, he didn’t let go.
You felt your face heat up with a blush as Wukong stepped into your space, his grip on your waist keeping you from escaping when his chest pressed flush against yours. You could feel his warm breath on your ear as he leaned in and growled suggestively, “You know, I could give you a few of your own if you wanted…”
“Wukong!!” The insufferable demon laughed as you pounded your fist on his chest in protest. But at least he let you step back, and you took a deep breath to try calming your racing heart. And racing hormones!
Against your better judgement, you let him carry you back to the others on his cloud. You tried to ignore his tail curled around your middle, somehow convincing yourself that it was only to keep you steady.
Wukong could tell under all that flustered embarrassment you were turned on. He could smell it on you, and it made him grin victoriously. It wouldn’t be long now before he’d finally have you. He might have even been able to convince you to let him have his way right there in the jungle, but he knew there wasn’t enough time to really enjoy himself. If the monk had sent you to look for him, it wouldn’t be long before he sent Pigsy or Sandy to look for you. He could wait a little longer. You were worth it flexing a little patience, and no matter what, in the end you’d be his.
And in the meantime, seeing you snuggle the baby monkeys gave him a sneaky idea for how to get some of that attention for himself…
【I think, moto moto likes you! 】
୨୧ — ꒰ himbo!reader | he/him prounouns | NPC reader | shit posting
୨୧ — ꒰ Reader who's just your average Joe, going on about their day as an npc for the Traveler to pass by. Yet managed to rizz up a important character with 0 effort
Ft. Pantalone, Kaeya, Zhongli
A/n: I'm juggling two fanfics in one cause I'm him, also I need my himbo reader crumbs. OOC probably cause I can't read for shit
P A N T A L O N E
— Pantalone was never too fond with his subordinates nor co-workers, opting to instead focus his attention on the mora he had collected and Snezhnaya's economic policies. Indeed the man's plate was already a handfull to deal with.
— Though his life definitely took a turn once his eyes locked onto yours
— You were a simple worker for the fatui, only doing your job as a helper by carrying the more heavier and larger crates packed with weaponry for the fatui soldiers.
— To you, you generally look average, having no special qualities to be worth mentioned. But to him, good god you looked straight out of a Greek painting.
— Your muscles would bulge under your clothing, the buttons on their last lives trying to hold everything together. That sharp gaze that could cut through anything with a single stare, oh no.. HE'S HOT
— And before you knew it, your pay check began to SKY ROCKET. You almost thought it was a fever dream seeing 6 digit mora be handed over to you like it's nothing, even after you did barely anything.
— Curious enough, you decided to personally see him in his office, questioning why you abruptly received such high pay. Not that you minded it, but you were kinda worried this was some kind of final goodbye fee before you get fired or maybe worse.
— To say that Pantalone was excited to see you was an understatement, he was absolutely ECSTATIC too see your divine and gracious self in front of him in arms reach. Oh how he wished he could just reach out to you, imagining how your strong and well built arms would wrap around his waist, pulling him closer to your body.
— Pantalone had met with many attractive people in his life, many being above the average, but you? You're a different case. Pantalones legs felt weak and wobbly JUST by being close to you, it must be an achievement to have such an important character like him act like some high school girl with a crush.
— And some days later after, you'd be flabbergasted seeing yourself climbing the ranks in a rapid pace, earning yourself a position of Pantalones personal assistant...though grateful for this opportunity, you can't help but notice the man's undeniable favoritism to you.
K A E Y A
— Kaeya is often depicted as a confident or dramatic man, regularly seen chatting with the locals and having a faint deviousness in his sapphire eyes. Being one of the more relaxed members of the Knights of Favonius, surely nothing will break the man's inner self?
— So why is it that Kaeya is standing infront of you, shy and flustered with your hand on his shoulder, previously catching him after a slight trip.
"Are you alright sir?"
— Kaeya shuddered slightly, his body twitched hearing your voice be so close to his ear, he didn't expect your voice to be so...pleasant to hear
— He mentally cursed himself, being such a high figure and acting all embarrassed for some hot stranger
— But as the days passed by, Kaeya decided to grow a pair. You often found him in some alleyways, a vast field, or even when you take a small stroll outside of your house
— Kaeya might look all calm and collected in the outside, but mentally he felt flustered and even sometimes shy by your presence, he has to take a 5 minute breather before 'coincidentally' bumping into you for the 1947th time
— But you're a pretty nice guy, not commenting on Kaeyas behavior, so like any normal person, you decided to befriend him, thinking nothing much of it but a new friend to talk to.
— But to Kaeya? This was a WAVE of bewilderment
— Mostly, when making friends he's usually considering his benefits, not having much friends anyway despite his 'flirtatious' and 'laid back' attitude.
— Kaeya even sometimes experience a sense of longing, loneliness. He never had a true friend yet all his life, but when you offered to be his friend? He felt... Sort of relieved.
— Though he himself couldn't even explain the emotions swirling inside him, the sight of you soft smiling at him. You weren't befriending him for your own benefits, but to instead genuinely be his real friend.
— And before Kaeya knew it, the two of you began to grow closer and closer as the days passed, hanging out in angels share whenever Kaeya or you had some spare time.
— He only hoped you'd accept his confession in the near future, but for now. He liked it this way.
Z H O N G L I
— Zhongli has his fair shares of companions, some still staying by his side till this day, while some others had to go. The mans basically seen it all at this point, with an experience of over 5000+ he's already accumulated thousands of stories to tell
— And you're just a guy who likes to listen in on stories here and there while eating some freshly cooked Chop Suey (杂碎)
— You two met while Zhongli was taking a small walk in Liyue Harbor, he who was peacefully enjoying the harmony and the people, admiring the sky and plants. And you who traveled from Fontaine to Liyue just to try some food and visit a family member
— You, obviously lost in the city decided to come up to him immediately since he looked pretty wise and handsome. Zhongli didn't mind guiding you around the harbor, since he had some spare time anyways
— Zhongli couldn't help but take note of how.. Tall you were compared to him, it was almost unreal. He'd met with many humans before, all of them being unique with one another, and you were no different.
— Zhonglis eyes quietly glanced at your body before right back at your oblivious smiling face, it wasn't right to check out a stranger so intimately. He had to keep his himself under control and provide you with the necessary details on your trip.
— Though, his keen eye already took notice of how you were absolutely mesmerized at him, not being able to listen much and only giving small nods.
— Zhongli eventually grew curious enough to ask why you stared at him so delicately
"Is there something on your mind?"
"Oh! Haha, sorry you're just very handsome and smart. Thank you alot sir"
— You shaked his hand and left, thanking him for his guidance, leaving a confused yet embarrassed Zhongli.
— Zhonglis gloved hand covered his face that was turning slightly red, what was it that made him so bashful? Was it the way you smiled at him? Or how you bluntly praised him out of the blue? Zhongli wasn't a stranger to compliments, yet when you said it.. Suddenly everything came crashing down.
— By the next day, Zhongli luckily found you once again, eating some of Liyues delicacies while listening on some stories, stories that were specifically about the Geo archon.
— Over time, Zhongli began to grow more and more intrigued by you each time you two cross paths, the way you act so aloof yet kind to the people, or how you always say anything that's on your mind keeps Zhongli more and more entertained by you. Regularly looking forward to meeting you every day.
— Zhongli wasn't unaware of what he was feeling as he grew closer and closer to you, even dropping some subtle hints to show his feelings for you. Yet the himbo you are, you answer completely oblivious to his feelings.
— Well, he has alot of spare time in his hands anyway. Slow and steady wins the race, and Zhongli could wait for thousands of days just for you.
A/n: Likes and reblogs are appreciated! Thanks for reading≧﹏≦
Class 1-A with s/o who has a pet chicken
Summary: You have a pet chicken named Mr. Click.
Warnings: None, fluff all the way! Maybe a little crack-
Notes: Living my daydream of having a pet chicken.
Don’t play a drinking game every time you see the word Mr. Click. You will die.
Yuga Aoyama:
Is a bit surprised. I mean, you have a pet chicken. It isn’t really a normal household pet.
But he sees that you really love Mr. Click. So In turn, he’ll love him too.
Mr. Click likes him a lot. Aoyama sparkles a ton, and Mr. Click likes shiny things.
Aoyama and Mr. Click get along really well! Sometimes you leave Mr. Click in his care and he has fun.
Mina Ashido:
When you told her you had a pet chicken she wanted to see them ASAP.
She was super exited to meet Mr. Click and practically swooned once she has met him.
Now you both are chicken parents and she loves every bit of it.
Likes to takes selfie’s with Mr. Click and show the backusquad. And now everyone (yes even Bakugo) wants to meet Mr. Click.
Tsuyu Asui:
Thinks it’s the cutest thing ever. And now she often visits you just to see Mr. Click.
Likes to pet his feathers and takes a ton of pictures to show her siblings.
Her siblings wanted to see Mr. Click so one time you brought him over to her house.
Now her siblings want updates on Mr. Click when Asui comes home from dates with you.
Tenya iida:
A bit surprised that you have a chicken as a pet but doesn’t mind it.
Makes sure you are treating him well, he trusts you, but now he feels like Mr. Click is also his pet too.
Likes to help you clean out his chicken coop from time to time and it’s a bonding moment between you both.
Mr. Click often likes to chase him however, so sometimes he has to run away or Mr. Click will peck his shoes into ruin.
Ochaco Uraraka:
Another one who wants to see Mr. Click ASAP. Like, a chicken as a pet? So cool!
Mr. Click likes her round cheeks, and often sometimes gently pecks at them.
One time she made Mr. Click float by accident and got super terrified.
But it seemed Mr. Click enjoyed himself, acting like he was trying to fly.
Mashirao Ojiro:
He met Mr. Click when he was over for a date. He saw a small dog bed and assumed you had a tiny cat or dog.
Was not expected a chicken to strut his way into the living room and plop right into the bed.
He asked you about it and you told him Mr. Click was your pet chicken. He thought you were joking at first.
But no, you were serious. He didn’t mind. He just wished Mr. Click wouldn’t peck at his tail every time he comes over.
Denki Kaminari:
He made a joke about fried chicken when he first met Mr. Click and quickly noted that you didn’t like those jokes.
Mr. Click was like your son to you, and therefore, you would not like those kind of jokes.
But Denki actually got along really good with Mr. Click. He really liked Denki’s bright yellow hair.
That and Mr. Click really enjoyed laying on top of Denki when he would pass out on your couch from time to time.
Eijiro Kirishima:
Thinks it’s super cool to have a pet chicken! The moment you tell him he’s already exited to visit your house.
Once he finally meets Mr. Click he is picking him up and holding him like a hamburger. Laughing at his cute little legs.
Totally likes it when Mr. Click follows you around, and Kirishima normally follows him so now you have Mr. Click and your boyfriend following you like lost chicks.
When you groom his feathers Kirishima always wants to help, just so he can get closer to Mr. Click.
Koji Koda:
When he finds out you have a pet chicken, he really wants to meet Mr. Click. Telling you he would love to talk to him.
He’s fallen even more in love with you once he gets to talk to Mr. Click. He can tell that you take really good care of him.
Times over at your house are often spent watching shows or movies when Mr. Click between you both.
You fully trust Koda to watch Mr. Click. So when you go on visits, you leave Mr. Click in his care.
Rikido Sato:
Honestly? Adorable. Loves it. He first found out about Mr. Click when he went over to your house for the first time.
Mr. Click was just chilling near the front window sun bathing and Sato asked about him. And that’s when you told him about your chicken.
He often comes over and Mr. Click likes to flap his wings at him in means to protect you since he is really tall.
But Mr. Click has gotten used to him. And now Sato sometimes comes over with special made treats just for him.
Mezo Shoji:
Was a bit surprised by your pet choice. But he doesn’t really judge, he clearly sees how much you care for Mr. Click.
He often holds him in his arms and Mr. Click seems to enjoy falling asleep in his embrace.
But Mr. Click is sometimes an asshole and he likes to peck at Shoji’s mask and tug at it with his beak.
Mr. Click has learned the hard way by punishment in means of no extra snacks for two days.
Kyoka Jiro:
Odd choice of pet. But she isn’t the one to judge either. Actually likes Mr. Click because he isn’t cuddly like most cats or dogs.
Sometimes Jiro heads to your place to practice some guitar since you enjoy listening to her music and Mr. Click likes the sounds.
Mr. Click often screams to try and sing with Jiro from time to time and as much as you think it’s cute. It’s rather annoying.
But often times you two listen to music together while Mr. Click tests between you two, getting light pats from time to time.
Hanta Sero:
Thought you were joking with him at first, didn’t actually believe you had a pet chicken. But got a nice surprise when Mr. Click greeted him at the door.
“Oh. So you weren’t joking.” Sero watched as Mr. Click trots back over to you, who was in the kitchen making some snacks for you both.
Actually got along really well with Mr. Click. And took a ton of pictures of him posing next to him.
Now every time he comes over he likes to pick up Mr. Click and just carry him around. And Mr. Click doesn’t mind this at all.
Fumikage Tokoyami:
Bold of you to assume he wouldn’t make amazing friends with Mr. Click the moment he sees him.
They are great buddies. Mostly because Mr. Click loves to follow him like a chick to his mother.
Dark shadow also loves to just- gently hold the chicken like hamburger.
So all in all. Tokoyami and Mr. Click get along really well. Although, sometimes you think Mr. Click is starting to favor Tokoyami more.
Shoto Todoroki:
Honestly? This Boy is confused. You have a pet chicken. That isn’t a normal house pet so it’s weird the first few times he comes over.
But then he gets used to Mr. Click. And he doesn’t mind him at all. He likes watching Mr. Click just do his thing.
If Mr. Click ever needs anything new, from feed to a new pen. He will pay for anything he needs.
One time Shoto fell asleep on your couch and Mr. Click almost suffocated him with his feathers. Now Shoto silently thinks Mr. Click is trying to end him.
Toru Hagakure:
You showed her pictures of Mr. Click and she was super exited to meet him. Once she finally met him she took a ton of pictures of him.
She likes to buy those little arm things for chickens and she put it on him and she thought it was the greatest thing.
She also loves to pick up Mr. Click or just watch him do his thing. Likes to watch him bawk at her too.
She also considered herself a chicken mom too and now she calls him her son.
Katsuki Bakugo:
Thought it was the weirdest shit ever. Why would you have a pet chicken over a dog? Is just really confused by the pet choice.
But he isn’t going to judge his s/o over that. He just rolls with it. And actually likes Mr. Clicks aggressive attitude. Sometimes.
Other times when Mr. Click is overprotective of you he likes to peck at Bakugo’s feet when he visits and He hates it.
But when they do get along, Mr. Click is normally found sitting on his shoulder as Bakugo helps you cook.
Izuku Midoriya:
The second he finds out about Mr. Click he’s dedicating at least three pages in his notebook for him and him alone.
Sometimes when he comes over for dates, he likes to just watch and observe Mr. Click doing random things.
If you ask him about it he’ll go on a rant about Mr. Click’s behavior and what not. Honestly it’s really cute.
Mr. Click likes to show affection by giving tiny things like buttons. So once Midoriya was given a tiny blue button he cherished it and taped it to his notebook.
Minoru Mineta:
(This Boy needs some love too). Mineta was just weirded out by Mr. Click. He didn’t really care, he just didn’t like the way Mr. Click stared at him.
Likes to play with Mr. Click sometimes by showing him shiny objects. But if the teasing gets too far you scold him.
Sometimes just for jokes Mineta likes to take a ball off his head and give it to Mr. Click. Who then proceeds to bring it to you.
Sometimes you made jokes about Mineta’s height with Mr. Click and he finds it amusing sometimes and indulges your joking a little.
Momo Yaoyorozu:
Another person who is a bit caught off guard at the pet choice. But she doesn’t judge you in the slightest, she knows you love Mr. Click.
When she comes over, she likes to bring Mr. Click tiny objects that she think he would enjoy like little gems or just plain buttons.
Mr. Click has a dedicated pile of all the things he collects and receives, so when Momo gives him something he runs off to add it to his collection.
When you have Tea time with Momo. Mr. Click often wants to join. So Momo fills his tea cup with water and lets him enjoy being with you both.
Continuation of the one with Kuina (I am working on the Haganezuka comic)
A 'What-If' situation where Kuina is the one monitoring the Final Selection with Kiriya instead of Kanata.
Based on:
Heyyy so I have a itty bitty request for you if you don't mind! I was wondering if you could write something for a reader who's getting courted by the monkeys but just so happens to be MK's mom? 👀🕶️🤏
I absolutely love the way you write them and hope to see you around more often!
-💗
A/N: certainly, thank you for the kind words! I kinda got carried away with the length (also sorry I took so long)
Characters: Sun Wukong, Macaque, MK + female!Reader
Wukong
You didn't get along at first
You really didn't like this whole putting the world on the shoulders of your kid
however, after careful consideration, lots of stern talks with the great sage and puppy dog eyes (from both MK and his mentor) you decided to let MK keep training under the Monkey King
Your conversations with Wukong revolved around MK's progress and safety for a while
until one day it developed into more, such as his adventures from back in the day, where you worked, what happened between you and MK's dad, etc
as you got to know each other more and more, soon budding feelings began to rear their heads
When he realized this Wukong had conflicting feelings, to say the least
on one hand, you're a very nice person (not to mention attractive) and a perfect mom to MK
on the other hand, he's been alone for centuries, and he's a bit rusty
cue emotionally repressed monkey panic
after he's done having his moment, he pulls himself together and decides that he's gonna do this right.
So! he starts asking MK about you a whole lot more often
things like what sort of flowers you like, your favorite fruit your favorite color, if you talk about him at all
he thinks he's being subtle
he's not
thankfully, MK can be a bit oblivious
it only takes seeing the great sage in your kitchen one evening, looking at you a lovesick look while you laugh at something he said for MK to finally piece it together
MK.exe has stopped working
he feels weird about it at first but ultimately gives his approval to Wukong and becomes his wingman
Sometimes a family is you, your turned superhuman son, and your thousands of years old celestial monkey husband
Macaque
(before I begin, I simply have to mention that this reminds me of that one TikTok audio "come here you little jerk taste the back of my palm /but you ain't my daddy/ Nah but I'm doing yo mom")
this start is a 100 times rockier than Wukong's
You really don't like him for actively harming your son both mentally and physically
he's not very keen on you either, your mere presence alone makes it harder for him to manipulate MK
After the LBD incident, he tries to make up with you, for MK's sake
you're very hesitant, that is he apologizes for what he's done with the most genuine look you've ever seen on him.
reluctantly you give him a chance and find that he's actually a decent guy when he's not trying to kill your loved ones
you find his humor and sarcasm charming, and love it when he tells you stories with shadow puppets
he starts hanging around more often under the pretext that he's only doing it to please MK, but we all know that's not the only reason
he realized he had feelings for you when he was telling you a story and he glanced at you for a second only to see you with your attention focused solely on him with a soft smile on your pretty face
his heart skipped a beat and words got stuck in his throat
he quickly excused himself and teleported away, leaving you very confused
he rethinks his entire existence (aka emotionally repressed monkey panic 2, now with more edge!)
mentally adds up the pros and cons of getting attached™
you've been good to him thus far and he really likes MK so
congrats now you have a clingy emo monkey after you
he becomes way more physical and teases you way more often
has to hold back purrs and restrain himself from positively combusting when you return his affections
he may be smooth when he dishes them out but he can't handle being on the receiving end of things
MK doesn't catch on until he wins you over, and he finds out in the worst way possible
walking in on you two being affectionate with one another
he's a bit mentally scarred but he'll be fine, eventually
way more hesitant than he'd be with Wukong, but he comes around after you talk to him and he sees how happy Macaque makes you
he does tell the shadow demon that if he hurts you he better watch his back though
Macaque says he'd never dream to, but he gets the idea
Overall? all three of you can get used to this new family dynamic you've got going for yourselves
That's his energy-saving form, he's having a day off from work 🥰 He's just a baby dragon, protect him at all costs (he'll definitely protect you in return)
(@/visualkid_art 's picture of him as melusine lives rent free in my mind)
Going Away Gift
Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: F/M
Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!
Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Main Character
Additional Tags: afab!mc (she/her), breeding kink, polyamory, yandere, baby trapping(?), vaginal fingering,
A/N: I am so bad with fics involving a lot of characters. I tried…
Word Count: 1962
These were her final days in the Devildom. Diavolo had made it more than clear that she would be going back home at the end of the exchange program and nothing the brothers said could convince him otherwise; she had to return to the Human Realm and continue her life. None of them were keen on that version of reality. After everything they'd been through together, how could they be expected to just give her up? They couldn't. Never.
The plan had started as a stray thought. Several bottles of Demonus in, a few angry and sad complaints between them, and then Mammon of all demons said something that set off a spark around the family.
They wouldn't be losing their human any time soon if they had a say in the matter.
Beel's large hands gripped tightly onto her waist, pulling her into his lap with the kind of ease that would be terrifying if she didn't trust him so implicitly. His head rested in the crook of her neck, warm lips and hot breath brushing across her skin as he trailed kisses all along her shoulder. Something big was poking between her legs, pressing the fabric of her underwear against her slowly heating core.
Before she could look down to confirm her suspicions about what was happening, Leviathan claimed her mouth with hungry kisses that left her breathless in seconds. His nervous hands wandered under the hem of her shirt, tickling a path up her stomach as he moved to cup her breasts and flick his thumbs across the pebbled nubs he found.
Sickeningly sweet moans dripped from her lips like the most beautiful of melodies; a siren song to every demon that may hear her. And hear her they most certainly did; all seven of them that couldn't wait for their turn to indulge in her.
Asmodeus placed a gentle hand on her cheek to guide her attention away from Levi and toward himself, "Don't forget about me, Darling." Then he stole his own kiss with his cherry-flavored lips.
"Sorry," she huffed as he pulled away from her, trying to collect herself as her body was ground down against the bulge in Beel's pants, biting her lip and crooning all the while.
There were so many of them and only one of her. She knew she had agreed to this as a final goodbye with them, but she could only focus on so much at a single time. All that focus was drawn in another direction once again as a hand slipped past the band of her underwear and cool fingers massaged her slit.
"You're so wet already," Belphegor whispered as her slick began to coat his fingers.
She wanted to tell him not to say that, but Asmo was refusing to let her pull away long enough to protest. He was having far too much fun turning her brain into mush with hot, unyielding kisses that could barely contain his passion. It only got worse as he shoved his tongue into her mouth, swallowing up each rogue groan before it could escape and tasting just how wonderfully sweet she was inside and out.
Beel was still holding onto her tightly, growling low in his throat as she began to wiggle her hips against him. He could smell the arousal pooling between her legs as they all worked away at her, along with the sudden spike in the scent as her eyes rolled back in her head.
"Did you cum?"
With a smirk across his face, Belphie pulled back his fingers, letting them glisten in the light from above before catching the precious substance on his tongue, "She did."
Asmo laughed, giving her another quick kiss before giving her space, "Such a good girl. Our good girl."
"Yeah yeah, whatever." Mammon dismissed them, "Ya got what ya wanted, now hand 'er over."
"Maybe we don't want to," Asmo teased as he leaned in to kiss her again, "She seems pretty happy where she is."
Levi had moved to lap at her breasts, his tongue teasing her nipples and making her cry out for more as she began to buck against the tent in Beel's pants. Her brain was short-circuiting from being unable to figure out what it should have been focusing on.
Mammon's eye twitched in anger, "Get yer hands off'a her."
Beel, despite how much he wanted to keep her in his lap, brushed away the others, "We all agreed…"
"Ya! We did!" Mammon yanked on her arm, pulling her against his chest as he looked down at her with eyes caught somewhere between love and possession. The others stared in annoyance at losing their precious human when she clearly would have allowed them to do more to her, "Don'cha worry. I'm gonna have ya stuffed soon." As he spoke, he was already freeing himself from the tight fit of his pants.
His other hand grabbed at her panties, ripping them to shreds and leaving them in tatters on the ground. She was already too far gone to care about her ruined clothing, only sighing briefly at the feeling of open-air brushing against her needy heat.
He gripped the base of his shaft, lining it up with her dripping core and rubbing his tip against her entrance without pushing in.
What little resolve he had not to flip her over and pin her to the ground while he fucked into her as hard and fast as he could started to crumble as she looked up at him with large eyes and pleaded, "Please, Mams…"
The taste of blood flooded his mouth as he bit into his bottom lip, desperately trying not to give in to his urges, "What ya want, Treasure?"
Her hands came to rest against his shoulders, nails digging lightly into his back as she ground herself down onto the head of his cock just enough to feel it begin to push past her folds, "Want you inside me."
"I ain't stoppin' ya."
He had to admit there was a twisted pleasure in watching her sink onto him with his name on her lips while the others could only watch with envy; a pleasure that only grew as he bottomed out inside of her and she paused to adjust to his size. Her little moans and whines made him twitch inside of her, swallowing hard as he focused on anything besides the heat of her walls clenching down on him.
"Ya gotta move if ya want me to cum in ya."
"Mammon…" she whimpered and he had to stop himself from flooding her insides right then and there.
"C'mon, Treasure, show me how ya want it."
He didn't have to tell her again for her to get the message and start rolling her hips against him. She was in full control of how deeply his cock burrowed into her, grinding down onto him so his tip pressed against her favorite spot as everyone watched her take whatever pleasure she wanted.
Some of them looked at her while palming themselves through their pants, others watched her with admiration and waited impatiently for their turns.
“Please please please please,” she muttered and chanted each time she slammed back down onto him, “Feels so good. Need more.”
"It’s not ‘please’ now is it?" Lucifer tsk'd, "Everyone is here to ensure you get the going away gift you so dearly deserve. Don't you think it's only right to thank them?"
She nodded, "Thank you for making me a mommy," she practically howled as Mammon hit something deep inside of her and emptied every single thought out of her head.
There was a mixture of laughter and jealous murmurs from every brother looking on. It was hard to fight their instincts and not push Mammon away so they could sweep her up and bounce her on their cocks instead. The thought of her round and fat with their child was enough to drive each of them mad.
Mammon grabbed her hips tightly, guiding her to quicken her pace and slam onto him as his cock began to twitch inside of her and his balls tightened up. She practically screamed in time with his groans as he held her hips flush against him so he could shoot his cum deep into her.
Once everything was emptied into her, he wrapped his arms around her boneless body and lavished kisses across her face, "G'job, Babe. Ya did so good ridin' me."
"So good," Asmo complimented her, "Now let her go so the rest of us can have our turns. Having to wait is awful when she smells so good.” Like lust and desire beyond his wildest imagination.
"Shut it. Can't ya see we're havin' a moment?"
"The moment is over." Belphie complained, "Hurry up and move aside."
Mammon growled low in his throat as he slipped out of her warmth, clearly displeased with having to share. He laid her down carefully, making sure to admire the sight of her pussy lips drenched in a mixture of her slick and his cum before it was ruined by someone else thinking they could satisfy her the way he did.
Hands grabbed at his shoulders from behind, pulling him back and holding him in place even as he protested. Beel wasn't being harsh with him, but the younger brother believed in the fairness of their current situation being upheld.
"It's Levi's turn…" Beel said.
"You're only rushing me 'cause your turn's after Levi's."
"We all agreed…" Although it did help that he knew his turn was coming up. He wanted to feel her wrapped around his cock rather than just watching.
While they were arguing, Levi slid up to her hesitantly. He wasn't sure he wanted everyone watching him, but that was the deal. It was to ensure that everyone followed the rules they agreed on without trying to manipulate her.
Levi grabbed her knees, spread her open, and looked down at her limp body, quickly growing jealous of the hearts in her eyes, the trembling of her legs, and the stream of cum leaking out of her and down her slit. She looked so tired and spent. Enough so that he almost felt bad as he swiped the head of his cock through the cum seeping out of her before pushing it and himself inside. It was only almost because his guilt was drowned out by the sound of her screaming in ecstasy as he bottomed out inside of her.
"Sorry," he apologized as he began to slam his hips against her own, "You have to keep everything inside, okay?"
She nodded mindlessly, "I will. I promise. So everyone should put lots and lots inside me."
"Careful, Kitten," Satan warned with a devilish purr in his voice, "Ask like that and none of us will be able to wait our turn, and we'd hate to break you so quickly." In this way at least. There were much more fun ways to break a human, especially their most beloved one.
"Don't -nggh- care. Just want your cu- hmm." Her toes curled as she came again, so dangerously sensitive from everything so far. How did they expect her to last long enough to take all seven of them?
It was easy to forget with them, but they were demons; evil, cruel, loving demons that refused to lose their favorite human for any reason. She was theirs, after all; forever and always.
Prince Diavolo could order her return to the Human Realm if he wanted, but they knew he'd never force her back if it meant breaking up a family. All she needed was a little hellspawn of her own to tie her to the Devildom, and they were all more than happy to try and play father.
it's the last day you can rb this
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