Hi Rinnie! You can consider this the second part of Reader!Cheshire Cat's request, or maybe not!
It's about the characters (Aventurine, Dr. Ratio, Moze, and Childe) arriving home exhausted from work, their minds tired, and they see Reader!Cheshire Cat watching TV while eating ice cream. They then head over, sitting on the couch and then lying on Reader!Cheshire Cat's lap. This doesn't really surprise them, as I expected that to happen at some point. Instead of joking around, they start telling a little story about Red Alice while stroking her hair. It's one of the rare moments where Reader!Cheshire Cat is calm and not his usual chaotic and conniving self.
I should mention that the story of Red Alice isn't technically a story about Reader!Cheshire Cat, but it takes advantage of the fact that there's no information about his "planet."
ââ¡ âď¸đť ⊠Anon.
âThe Lap of a Liar, The Truth in a Touchâ
Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Moze x Reader, Childe x Reader, Cheshire Cat (from Alice in the Wonderland) based Reader, Comfort/Fluff, Established Relationships, Soft Moments, Post-Mission Exhaustion, Emotional Intimacy, Lap Pillows, Hair Stroking, Storytelling as Comfort, Quiet Domesticity, Hidden Vulnerabilities, Mild Angst with Comfort.
Warnings: Emotional Fatigue/Mental Exhaustion, References to Past Trauma (Implied), Mild Survivorâs Guilt / PTSD Themes (?), Touch-Aversion Briefly Touched Upon (?).
The door clicks open with a sharp turn, the sound of Aventurineâs distinct footsteps echoing against the marble. His overcoat flutters slightly as he removes it with a practiced flourish. Heâs smilingâof course he isâbut thereâs a heaviness in his eyes, a drag in his step.
You donât say anything. Youâre sprawled on the couch, spooning ice cream into your mouth, a colorful show playing softly in the background. He pauses, as if debating how to keep up his flamboyant mask.
Then you pat your lap without a word.
âI was wondering when this would happen,â he murmurs with a smirk, tossing his hat onto the nearby chair. He lounges next to you first, then slowly lowers himself across your lap with a dramatic sigh.
Fingertips thread through his tousled hair. You begin to speak, voice low and uncharacteristically steady. âRed Alice once stood at the edge of her world, where the sand turned to glass. She didnât look back, because she knew her past wasnât behind herâit lived in her shadow.â
His eyes close.
Thereâs a flicker in his lashes, a twitch in the hand he thought he had hidden behind his back. Your hand brushes his cheek. No smirks, no cons. Just warmth. He lets it happen.
Ratio enters with the precision of someone who has calculated how many steps it takes from the front door to the couch. His shoulders are squared, but only out of habit. His mind is heavy, logic tangled in fatigue.
He doesnât announce himself. He sees you: relaxed, TV humming, a spoon clinking in a bowl. Your ears twitch slightly, acknowledging his presence.
Without looking, you pat your lap.
âStatistically speaking,â he murmurs, âyou were going to suggest that.â
âNot a suggestion,â you purr softly. âAn inevitability.â
He sits beside you, then stretches across your lap like a question waiting for its answer.
You card your fingers through his hair as you begin. âRed Alice learned too late that logic couldnât map her world. It curved at the edges, folding into dreams. But she walked it anyway, barefoot and brilliant.â
His breath slows. For once, he doesnât need to speak. He just listens.
The door opens without a sound. Moze steps in, meticulous as always. Blood wiped from his gloves, hood already down, eyes tired but sharp.
He scans the room. Youâre there. Ice cream. TV. A calm sort of chaos. Youâre quietânot your usual grinning riddle, not tonight.
You glance up. âTough night?â
He doesnât answer. Just steps closer.
You pat your lap.
He hesitatesâlonger than the others. But then he kneels silently beside the couch, then shifts his weight until he lies across your lap, tension trembling just beneath his skin.
You stroke his hair. Slowly. Gently. His lashes flutter but stay closed.
âRed Alice once buried her name in the snow,â you begin, âbecause she didnât want to be foundânot by gods, not by ghosts. But the snow melted. It always does.â
You feel the way his breathing changes. Subtle. But there.
He says nothing. But he doesnât move.
The door bursts openânot harshly, but with that familiar Childe energy, now dulled. He walks in, throws his coat over a chair, and slumps his way in. His eyes meet yours.
Youâre watching TV. Still eating ice cream.
He grinsâcrooked, tired. âYou knew Iâd come straight here, didnât you?â
You pat your lap.
âCourse you did,â he laughs, and plops down beside you. âNot gonna lie, I was hoping you'd say that.â
He rests his head on your lap. His hair is damp with snow, his cheek cold. You donât mind.
You run your fingers through the ginger strands and begin to speak.
âRed Alice once danced with shadows at the bottom of a well. She wasnât trapped. She was learning the dark. She said it taught her to see without light.â
Childe doesnât interrupt. For once, heâs quiet. He stays still.
âYou really are something,â he mumbles at last. âBut I think... I needed this.â
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Ah request are finally opened- Can I get Raihan and Leon with a short & small s/o who has god tier thighs that gives out the most heavenly lap pillows? Whenever the boys finish their training, their s/o will always be there ready to offer their lap for them to rest (Also I am in love with your Raihan stuff, like it always make my heart melt whenever I read them. Keep up the good work! đđđđ)
I donât think I know how to do headcannons properly lol
Also as SOON as I started to write this, Tilly came over and plopped herself on me. Like cat, please, Iâm trying to write.
Leon-
His workouts are pretty rigorous, because heâs been champion for so long and itâs really the one way to get the audience out of his head. Itâs even more intense if heâs having really intense feelings to go along with it. When he lost his championship title, he was goinâ hard at his workouts for weeks.
He figured out that your thighs are one of the best parts about you, and as such, after every workout, he would flop on your thighs and groan. It was really heaven on earth, because not only were your thighs the best thing in the world, you would also run your fingers through his hair and listen to him grumble about his day.
And you would listen! You would listen and joke and give advice... Which is kind of weird for him. A lot of people saw him as a famous celebrity, and not as a human with problems. Eventually, after enough ranting, giggling and loving touches between the two of you, he would find himself falling asleep in your lap. Cause letâs be real here, the boy needs a good nap.
Raihan-
Contrary to Leon, workouts always got Raihan worked up, which is the exact opposite of what was supposed to happen. But it would make him feel all happy for the rest of the day because this boy is like a hamster wheel powered by a Boltund. He usually had a little bit of training before fighting challengers, just so he knew that he would be in top form.
But when he came home to you and your lap pillows, it seemed to calm him down instantly. Raihan was a hard worker, being pulled at almost every end and still getting the job done well and effectively. It was honestly a lot easier for him than taming his dragons, because those guys could be right assholes when they wanted to be.
Having you calm his down was not only something that he loved, but something that he needed. Itâs like he would forget to breathe sometimes with how fast he was moving, and your lap pillows were perfect. Donât be surprised if he talks your ear off, or leaves little love bites on every portion of your thighs. He canât help it!! Theyâre amazing and comfy and lovable and attached to you, therefore he noms.
As it became more of a ritual every night, you realized that you might need something to cover up the bites. So you went with stockings and cute tights.
Just need a lap pillow. That's it. The quiet serenity of resting with someone you trust. Maybe there's music faintly playing or their effulgent chatter tickles your ears. Bliss.
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