#lyney x reader

Understands

Lyney knows the feeling, after all he’s the same way when his mental health issues flare up. He knows how it feels like to take on burdens by himself. He’d rather it be him than you so why don’t you ever ask him for help? I think he’d be the type to be more upset over you not asking for help with the little stuff. Even though it upsets him he can see why you wouldn’t mention big stuff like debt. What he doesn’t understand however, is why you don’t even ask him to do the small things like grab something for you from the store on his way back from work. It starts off as little complaints, to reassurance, to eventually an argument when he is at his wits. The argument will be huge since half of what he says is hypocritical and he knows it.

Xiao tries not to be around you too much to avoid his debt affecting you. At first he thought you were just being cautious when you avoided his help. Soon he realized that was just who you were. He wishes he could help you with everything you need, but the thought of it scares him. A part of him blames himself since you guys aren’t like normal couples. Xiao will ask you to call his name if you ever need anything. If you don’t it’ll worry him. When he’s around he tries to help you without you having to ask but will immediately stop if you ask him not to. The push and pull between wanting you to rely on him more and fear of causing you harm eats him alive. If he ever finds out you didn’t tell him about something you’ve been quietly struggling with he’ll so silent. Was he that bad of a husband? He knows that he isn’t the best man to come to when it comes to certain human struggles, but at the very least he’d listen. He isn’t sure how to address the situation.

Annoyed

Alhaitham will always sigh after you reject his help. He doesn’t understand why you do this. You know that he’s more than competent. He’s often forced to help people he doesn’t want to, yet here he is being unable to help the one person he cares for. He didn’t think you were this stubborn so when he finds out you’ve been struggling with something big he goes silent. He’ll stand in the doorway of your room, watching you for a moment. The woman he loves kept something so huge from him. He wants to yell at you. He wants to scream and berate you, but the sorrow in your eyes will instantly make him fold. He’ll hug you and whisper that it’ll be alright. Don’t think you got away with this though. After everything is dealt with he will make you come clean about everything and promise him that you’ll never hide struggles like this from him again. If something like this does happen again Alhaitham will feel betrayed thus leading to an inevitable divorce.

Baizhu can’t help but sigh every time he catches you taking on a task that is too big for you. He knows that trauma makes people do crazy things but he never expected you to keep such a big struggle a secret. He gets the urge to lecture you, but he quickly lowers his tone. The first thing he will do is make sure you are okay both mentally and physically. Afterwards he’d want to talk it out but the sudden information that you’d been lying to him about your wellbeing will cause him to be beyond frustrated. He knows better than to talk to you when he doesn’t have a clear head so he’ll tell you he’s going on a walk. He’ll stop right as he opens the door to remind you that he’s here when you need him. If anything happens you should call him. When he comes back he will give you a mix of comfort saying that “everything will be alright” and a lecture about how bad it is to try and handle everything by yourself.

Freminet feels useless when he finds out. You’re always such a big help to him so why can’t he help you? It especially upsets him when you don’t ask for help with the few things he’s good at like repairing the AC. He knows he isn’t the most useful person, but is there nothing he could do for you? One day he will get enough courage to offer to help you. If you say no he will have a dejected look. If he finds out you didn’t tell him about something huge it will only hurt his confidence more. He’s a pro at intel gathering and yet he didn’t notice? Why would you keep it from him? Did you think there was no point in telling him? He’ll be at a loss with how to deal with this situation. He won’t ask his siblings for advice unless Lynette pressures him into saying. He can’t talk to you about it since you always brush him off.

Lohen is equally as guilty at this. He can’t even give you points on why relying on others is important because he tries his best not to rely on others. Finding out that you’ve been struggling silently without him knowing makes him feel weak. It feels just like when Lohen first saw the signs of Adorno getting old, since Adorno first tried keeping it secret. Lohen isn’t vulnerable when he can help it. The situation scratches at him enough until he’s forced to tell you how he feels. If you remain stubborn he’ll relent. “Fine then, do whatever you want, ” Lohen begrudges. This doesn’t mean he stops worrying but he’ll let you struggle since you want to so much. He’ll quietly remind you that he’s here if you need help as your situation continues to spiral. Every time that you brush him off will only make him more and more upset. He’ll talk to the traveller about it but only when he’s at his wits end. He hates that he’s telling someone else his problems but at the end of his day you’re his wife. That means that you’ll always be his problem.

Kaveh doesn’t get why you’re being so stubborn. He’ll offer to help and clutch his fist whenever you say no for no good reason. He knows that relying on others can be embarrassing, but he’s your husband. Once you marry someone you have to give up such forms of embarrassment. When he finds out you kept something big from he’s genuinely shocked. He doesn’t want to believe that you’d keep something like this from him. He will ask you about it. When you don’t answer him his emotions will switch from confusion to a mix of sadness and anger. Why didn’t you tell him? Yeah he has his own issues but he can afford to have a few more if it means you’ll have less to worry about. It’ll lead to an argument, an argument filled with hints of love and care. He will hold you by your arms and make you swear you’ll never keep your struggles silent again.

Razor is used to seeing couples share equal responsibilities, so what’s up with you trying to take on everything by yourself? He doesn’t like it, not one bit. He’s constantly trying to get you to rely on him. He’s asked everyone he knows for advice on how to get you to be less independent. When he can he tries to help anyway even if you say no. When he finds out you’ve been struggling silently he’s at a loss for what to say. He doesn’t have the vocabulary to express everything he’s feeling right now. He’ll say a sentence like: “Angry…very angry…mate, why not tell me?” You’ll have no idea what he’s trying to tell you but his facial expression speaks volumes. He’ll get Lisa to act as his spokesperson. She isn’t stepping in though. Afterwards you’ll get the silent treatment from Razor. You won’t be able to find him anywhere for a couple of days. Only then will Lisa talk to you about how you made him feel. If you’re in Wolvendom he will still keep an eye on you. He’ll step in if you’re in any danger. After that though he’s gone again. A conversation from his pack members is what makes him find you days later to clear the air.

Tighnari really doesn’t like this type of attitude. Everyone needs help sometimes. You are apart of his life so you must accept his help. He’ll often make comments on how this type of mindset will hurt you in the long run. If he ever finds out you’ve been struggling with something silently he will first offer to help you. If you say no he’ll tell you straight up that he refuses to be with someone who acts this way. “It is okay to need help sometimes. It’s one thing to not allow me to help you carry the groceries. It’s another for you to keep the fact that you’ve been struggling with…. just so I wouldn’t help you. We’re married. You can’t just keep everything to yourself. You are not a burden and neither are your problems so stop acting like it’ll burn you if you ever tell me that you need help.”

Sad

Bennett has had a feeling that you’ve been hiding something. He knew you were hyper independent. It’s one of the many things he finds amazing about you. Still, he didn’t like how you never relied on him. He was especially upset when he found out you went out without taking Bennett’s adventure team with you. He saw the signs but when he finds out you hid something that’s been silently killing you he’s at a loss. He isn’t sure how to feel. He immediately thinks about the problem as both of your problem. For example if you had accumulated a massive debt he isn’t sure what to do. He will try to think about ways to get both you guys out the situation. He’s sad that you don’t trust him enough to tell him when you need help but he isn’t mad about it. He’d only get fed up if multiple big things happened and you still refuse to rely on him after he helps you get through them.

Kazuha doesn’t like seeing you overwork yourself with every little thing. He might not be able to erase your burden but at the very least he can help ease it. He’ll constantly reassure you that he’s here for you, even if you ignore it. If he ever finds out that you’ve been struggling silently with something big his reaction would depend on how it affected your wellbeing. If it didn’t harm you in any way he will be rightfully upset but will first focus on getting you out of your situation. If he found out your actions had a mental or physical toll on you then you’ll be in for an argument. You have never seen Kazuha this mad at you before. He doesn’t take your wellbeing lightly. He’s willing to go against anyone who poses a threat to your safety, even if that person is you. Kazuha is full of communication so it’s hard for you to go against any of his points. He doesn’t yell at you or anything which will only make his disappointment more apparent. Kazuha is the type of guy to make you shrink when he’s mad because he’s almost never mad at you.

Durin thought he’d know how to deal with an independent lover. You aren’t the only one in his life who refuses to accept help. Scaramouche was the same way when Durin first met him. He figured out how to navigate around Scaramouche’s tendencies so why can’t he navigate yours? He’ll explain to you over and over why you shouldn’t try to do everything by yourself. It’ll lead to countless arguments that never fully get resolved. If he ever finds out you’ve been keeping something huge from him he’ll feel heartbroken. It’ll end in a huge argument. Soon he’ll go to Albedo and tell him the situation. Durin cares for you so much but you don’t seem to care how he feels when he finds out that you keep doing things that slowly break you. Depending on the severity of the secret Albedo might advise that Durin leave or at the very least give you an ultimatum. Durin will refuse but after some thought he’ll do it. He loves you but he can’t allow himself to continue to be hurt by your stubbornness. He’ll be close to tears when he decides to tell you that he can’t do the relationship anymore.

Neuvillette believes that if he remains a steady rock in your life that you’ll one day learn to trust him enough to tell him your problems. He’s lived a long time. He knows that things like this take time. Sometimes he’ll wish that you would rely on him more, but he won’t ever mention it to you. If he finds out that you kept something from him that you’ve been struggling with he will go silent. The silent that Neuvillette gets when he’s hit with his past. He’s lost so many people because they stayed quiet about their problems. Carol, Vautrin, and even Furina were all dear people that he lost due to them refusing to seek him out during their times of need. He won’t make the same mistakes again. This time he will make sure that you let him help you. Neuvillette is an intelligent man so he’ll think of the best course of action to help you. Expect rain in your forecast as you two deal with this relationship test.

Diluc doesn’t understand why you’re so against him helping you. It reminds him of many of the old knights he used to work with. He wants to allow you to have your own independence, but he finds it hard to just sit there and watch you struggle with things. If Diluc finds out you’ve been silently struggling with something he will deal with the problem first, lecture you later.

Just stops giving you an option

Heizou knows the pressure of being forced to be independent from a young age. Once you get used to it you find it hard to stop. He helps you the way he wishes others would help him. He just doesn’t allow to say no. He forces you to accept his help until you willingly come for his help. He knows why you’re like this so he doesn’t blame you. If he finds out you were struggling with something big like financial issues that he didn’t know about he will become very upset with himself. How didn’t he see the signs? Heizou is the type to try to carry both your worlds on his shoulders. He’ll begin to wonder what else you’re hiding since it takes a skilled actor for him to not notice these things. He’ll begin to over analyze you to try and find out what else you’re struggling with. Eventually both of your stubbornness becomes bad for both of your mental healths.

Kinich was rather annoyed with how you were acting when you first got together. It’s not many that he’s willing to help without any payment and yet you refused to accept his free help. Eventually it got to the point where he just stopped asking you if you needed help and just helped you. He’d ignore any unsolicited refusals. If he ever found out you were struggling with something huge and never told him he’d go silent. I think he’d honestly rethink a future with you since what good is you guys being married if you can’t rely on each other when you need to? Has he not proven that he is a reliable man?

Flins loved how much of a capable person you were. Before you got together he’d even dump a few of his responsibilities on you. Once you got married he thought you’d naturally ease into relying on him. When you didn’t he tried to subtly introduce himself into your daily routines. If you still refuse to let him in he will be appalled. Why would anyone want to work this hard when someone else is offering. Eventually he just jumps into tasks before you say no with the excuse that he just “couldn’t help himself.” If he finds out about something big you’ve been silently struggling with he will first be a little upset about your lack of communication. He will also take it as an opportunity to gain your trust. He’ll make you swear never to hide anything like this again. If you hide even small things after that he will hold you accountable. Eventually you’re forced to give up.

Gaming has met your type before. He knows he’s supposed to be patient until you learn that you can depend on him, but he finds it hard to just sit there. He wants to make your life as easy as possible so he helps on instinct. Even if you scold him he’ll just laugh it off and tell you that “this is what a husband’s for.” Relationships are all about helping each other so he has to find ways to help you. If you’re really stubborn about it he will try to be more subtle with how he helps you. Sometimes you’ll catch him loosening jars or reorganizing your cabinets so things are easier for you to reach. When he finds out you kept something big like financial struggle from him he’ll put on his best angry expression and lecture you. Once he thinks you got the point he’ll instantly crumble. He’ll begin reassuring you that everything will be fine. He’ll almost immediately start thinking of how to get you out of the situation.

Childe/Tartaglia/Ajax never gave you the option to say no in the first place. “Let me help you,” isn’t a request it’s a command. He fews your overly independence as an inconvenience not a flaw. He’s great at keeping tabs on you so he knows what you need without having to ask. Assuming you’re a normal woman he has a secret bodyguard or two tailing you. He just doesn’t want you to accidentally get hurt. If you somehow manage to keep something as big as financial struggle from him he’ll come home with a smile. He might even act casual. Wait until you try to get close to him to hug or kiss him. He’ll hold you but you can tell someone is wrong. “So when were you going to tell me?” Childe will inquire. You’ll look at him confused, “tell you what?” “When were you going tell me that you…?” You’ll look at him and instinctively try to take a step back, but you’re silly if you think he’ll let you. Only now do you notice a vein slightly bulging in his forehead. The smile he wears in an angry one. You’re in huge trouble.

Scaramouche/Wanderer is always irritated when you decline his help because you don’t want to be a burden. “Let me help.” Scaramouche will tsk as he assists you despite your hesitations. He’s learning to rely on others so he thinks so should you. If he ever finds out you’ve been keeping something huge from him he won’t immediately come find you. Instead he’ll find a quiet place to just think. Hope that Nahida finds him because she’ll help him process his emotions a lot better. If she does it’ll be a lot easier for him to talk calmly when he confronts you. If she doesn’t he’ll raise his voice. He’ll be even more frustrated as he does so since he’s been working on never yelling at you but he just can’t help it. At one point his eyes will get all watery and he’ll begin to cry. He doesn’t even know what he’s crying about. Is it because he’s angry that you’d keep something from him? Or is it because he hates how he didn’t notice your suffering? Maybe it’s the fact that he’s been trying not to keep secrets from you and now this feels like a mini betrayal that you’ve decided he wasn’t worth telling. Either way he’s trying his best to wipe his tears away. This can end one of two ways: he ends up yelling at you placing an almost permanent strain on how you view each other or he storms out for another quiet walk. I don’t think he’d be able to properly explain his feelings right away. The whole ideal would probably take months of repair work on both ends for you guys to learn to trust each other.

Confused

Gorou isn’t sure how to get you to rely on him. Yes independence is an admirable trait, but as a general he knows how important it is to rely on others. Everyone has limits, even you. The first few months he’ll try to compensate by constantly asking you to help with every little thing. He’s hoping you’ll at least say yes to some things. Whenever you say no you’ll see his ears go flat. If he ever finds out you kept something big from him he won’t know what to say. All he can asks is “Why?” He’s your husband. What reason is there for you to keep things like this to yourself. He’ll talk to Kokomi or another soldier about it. They’ll tell him that he should be mad, instead he’s just confused. What does this mean for you guys? How is he supposed to keep you safe if you hide everything that dangers you? Until you two are able to have a meaningful conversation, things between you guys are insanely awkward. Gorou isn’t sure what he feels.

Lets you struggle

Wriothesley won’t force you to let him help you. You’re an adult so you’re free to make adult choices. He’ll only step in when you make a choice that puts you in danger. He makes it clear that he’s always there for you when you need it so he won’t say you it out loud unless he thinks you need to hear it. The severity of what you’ve been silently struggling with will change how he deals with it. If it’s something that doesn’t actually pose a threat to him he’ll wait until you’re forced to come to him for help. “Well wasn’t that easy?” Wriothesley will respond to your reluctant plea. If it’s something that could have caused you great harm he will pull you into his office one day and lock the door the door behind you. He’ll be in such a serious mood that you’ll see no traces of tea on his desk. He’ll speak to you in his warden voice scaring you enough into sitting straight as you sit across from him. You’ll be in his office for hours after that discussing the negativity of your choices.

Didn’t write for

Won’t because I’ll mischaracterize them: Sethos, Ororon, Ifa, Mika, Illuga, Dahlia, Ayato

Am considering putting in a part two if I can figure out their reaction: Zhongli, Thoma, Xinqui, Venti, Varka, Kaeya, Itto, Cyno, Chongyun, Albedo + Snezhnaya men when released

Feel free to let me know if I forgot someone!

Kaeya

🦚 When Kaeya catches a glimpse of you, he is instantly able to tell you’re out of sorts. Though you smile at him, it’s weak and does a poor job of masking the sorrow in your eyes. You’re clearly not as okay as you try to seem, but Kaeya is unsure of how to help you feel better. He’s not used to comforting people. His only experiences are helping crying children find their parents during crowded festivals, and clumsily bandaging Diluc’s scrapes when they were little. But you are neither a child nor his sworn brother, so he momentarily feels lost about how to help you.

🦚 Such delicate situations are not Kaeya’s forte, but as your boyfriend, he wants to help you feel better. So, he steels himself and, in his usual teasing lilt, inquires what happened to make you look so sour. Though he sounds playful, Kaeya takes your feelings seriously, so when you look like you’re about to cry, he quickly escorts you somewhere private.

🦚 When you break down, he’s at a loss for what to do since he’s never had to comfort anyone like this before. Then, a memory surfaces in his mind of when Adelinde hugged him as a crying child, so he hesitantly wraps you up in a loose embrace, mimicking her hug the best he could. It’s a foreign feeling, holding you while you cry into his shoulder. He feels helpless just standing there with your shaking body in his arms, but he also knows it’s the best he can do for you right now, so he gently rubs your back the way Adelinde did for him all those years ago and hopes it helps you the way it did him.

🦚 Kaeya stays quiet until your crying fit subsides. He’s unsure of what to say as you slowly collect yourself, but he softly asks if you want to go drinking. Perhaps some alcohol from the Angel’s Share can help you feel better? If you agree, Kaeya takes you to the tavern where you share a drink and watch a bard perform a heroic epic about an adventurer. Alternatively, if you like cats, Kaeya brings you to the Cat’s Paw to play with the cats there and get a specialty drink from Diona (his treat). He also coerces you into a few rounds of TCG and pretends to play fairly but purposely loses to give you the wins in the hopes that the little victories would brighten your mood.

🦚 If you don’t want to drink, then Kaeya invites you over to the Dawn Winery. It feels strange to bring you to his childhood home when he hasn’t lived there in years, but he’s hoping that Adelinde could help. Ever since the head maid found out that Kaeya had a lover, she had asked for details about you, but Kaeya refused to disclose much of anything. Questions about his love life from someone he saw as a mother figure made him shy, so he avoided talking about you.

🦚 As he expected, Adelinde was overjoyed to finally meet you and she welcomed you inside just as warmly as she did Kaeya. She whips up a delicious dinner for your pair and spends the evening chatting with you, asking you about yourself and sharing all of Kaeya’s childhood stories that he never told you about, especially the funny ones much to his chagrin. The homey atmosphere and fun conversation do the trick to take your mind off of whatever bothered you, and though it came at Kaeya’s expense, he was happy to see you smiling like your usual self again.

Alhaitham

🎧 Upon your arrival home, Alhaitham’s brows pinch together in concern when he sees you looking down. He doesn’t pry into what happened, preferring for you to tell him what was wrong when you were ready to talk about it. However, if you don’t share the reason behind your sadness, and your mood doesn’t improve or grows worse, the Scribe gently calls out to you and tactfully asks what happened in a calm and gentle tone.

🎧 No matter how small the reason, Alhaitham hears you out without judgment, understanding that people can have a bouquet of reactions to situations he may not perceive to be as worthy of his concern. Even if he wouldn’t feel the same as you in your situation, he still tries to understand your point of view and help you deal with your emotions. If Alhaitham finds it applicable, he will offer advice for your situation. However, he is perceptive enough to tell when mere advice won’t help resolve your current mood, and that you require comfort.

🎧 Alhaitham’s eyes soften, and he gently pulls you into his chest with a simple comment: “Don’t hold it all in. Cry if you need to.” Sometimes, releasing pent-up emotions is what a person needs to feel better, and the Scrobe doesn’t want you to wallow in your misery all alone. He holds you to him while you cry, placing his chin atop your head and lightly stroking your back in comfort without saying a word.

🎧 His usually calm expression turns somber and his hold on you tightens a little as a dull ache surges through his heart. Alhaitham is not one to become influenced by the emotions of others easily, but despite what some people may think, he is not immune to others’ distress. He doesn’t like seeing others suffer, and seeing you so upset is no exception. Your suffering affects him a little more because he loves you and wants you to be at your best, so he will do everything in his power to help.

🎧 Once your crying fit subsides, Alhaitham lets you choose what you want to do next. If you want some privacy to deal with your emotions, he lets you go and occasionally checks up on you to see how you’re doing. If you say you want to stay with him, Alhaitham fetches a blanket knitted by his late grandmother that she used to wrap him up in and drapes it over you. He brews you a cup of tea before inviting you to read with him on the sofa. Should you choose to join him, Alhaitham will keep an arm around you while reading a book, not interrupting your reading but letting you feel he’s here.

🎧 If you’re not in the mood to read, then the Scribe cuddles with you on the sofa. He lets you rest your head on his chest, running a hand along your back while holding a book with the other. If you want to hear the sound of his voice, Alhaitham will read the book to you out loud. If you prefer the silence and the sound of his heartbeat, then he stays quiet and holds you until you fall asleep, kissing your forehead once you doze off.

Wanderer

☔️ As soon as Wanderer sees you, he instantly realizes you’re feeling down. Even when you smile and say you’re fine, his perceptive nature makes it easy for him to tell you’re not. As a frank person, Wanderer prefers you to be straightforward about your feelings and wants, so it’s frustrating when you keep things to yourself like this. He frowns and asks what made you act like such a wet blanket, but despite his unfriendly scowl, he remains patient and hears you out.

☔️ What he’s not prepared for is your tears. When you start crying in the middle of your explanation, Wanderer’s frown melts into surprise and then concern before quickly pulling you into a hug. He’s not used to comforting crying people, but a part of Wanderer urges him to comfort you, so he follows his instincts. Soothing words and caresses are not his forte, but Wanderer quietly murmurs for you to stop bottling everything inside and confide in him. Cry if you need to, it’s fine. He’s got you.

☔️ Wanderer’s embrace is both tight yet careful as if he were holding something precious and fragile. The way you felt in his arms was certainly fragile. Shoulders hunched and shaking, muffling your sniffles against his shirt and soaking the fabric with your tears. Something in his chest feels tight when he sees you this broken, and it sparks a desire in him to fix whatever happened to make you this upset. Even if the cause is outside of his power to fix, Wanderer at least wants you to stop crying and go back to your annoying and yet endearing self.

☔️ When you calm down, Wanderer acts more mindful around you. He chooses his words carefully and keeps his tone soft as he tells you it’s normal to be upset in this situation, but you shouldn’t lose hope so easily. Usually, he would be blunter with his words, but with you in such a precarious state, he wants to be careful. He knows his bluntness can sometimes upset people, and the last thing he wants is to make you more upset.

☔️ Wanderer lets you choose what you want to do: do you want to stay home or come with him to a secret place? If you choose to stay home, he tells you to clean yourself up while he busies himself in the kitchen. He whips up a few delicious and hearty dishes and tells you to eat and stop moping when he serves them up. When you point out that these are all your favorite foods, he scoffs and says that it’s all he could make with the ingredients on hand, but reluctantly adds that he thought your favorite foods would help you feel better. If you thank him, he grows flustered and tells you not to because he didn’t do anything special, but it makes him feel happy inside that you appreciated his efforts.

☔️ If you choose to come with him, then Wanderer takes you to a secret place of his. It’s a little vantage point he found in the Lokapala Jungle that looks especially pretty at night, and he wanted to bring you here one day but figured today was as good a day as any. He flies up there with you and lets you take in the view. Surrounding you are various bioluminescent flora that disperse the darkness with their soft glow. Fireflies softly float about your pair as you sit on the soft grass and look up at the star-filled sky. There’s an ethereal beauty to the place that distracts you from your depressing thoughts and lifts your sunken spirits. He stays here with you for as long as you want, chatting about various topics and weaving you a flower crown to remember the occasion by.

Kaveh

🥃 When Kaveh sees your sullen demeanor, he immediately realizes you’re feeling down. He knows what it’s like to suffer from sadness and depression all alone, and he doesn’t want you to deal with such feelings on your own. Though it’s hypocritical of him, the architect wishes that you would confide in him, so gently prompts you to share what happened. Even if you tell him you’re fine, Kaveh won’t buy it but won’t pressure you to tell him.

🥃 However, he worries deeply about your mental well-being, and if he sees no improvements or even a worsening of your mental state, he takes your hand and leads you to the sofa. Kaveh cups your cheek and pleads with you to confide in him. Tell him what’s wrong because he wants to help you feel better so badly, and it frustrates him that he can’t.

🥃 His efforts pay off in making you give in and tell him what happened to make you feel this way. Even if there’s no particular reason for your sadness, Kaveh takes your feelings seriously. He wraps his arms around you in a gentle yet firm hug when you start crying, his expression solemn because seeing you in pain like this makes his heart ache. Kaveh holds you close until you let out all your sadness, whispering reassurances and kissing the top of your head. He strokes your back to comfort you, not caring that you’re soaking his shirt with tears and snot. Your well-being is far more important to him than his clothes.

🥃 Once you calm down, Kaveh dotes on you. He gets you tissues, some water, a blanket—you name it, he’ll bring it. With a gentle smile, Kaveh asks if you want to go out and do something to get your mind off whatever made you sad. If you want to stay home to recuperate from your crying fit, then Kaveh will spend the evening cuddling you and making sure you’re okay.

🥃 If you accept, Kaveh will take you out to Lambad’s Tavern. When life beat him down, he turned to heavy drinking to forget his troubles, and though he doesn’t want you to get plastered the way he did (because it’s bad for your health! He says) he offers to buy you a drink, hoping a light buzz could take the edge off your grief. Even if you don’t drink alcohol, Kaveh buys you a non-alcoholic drink and keeps you company. From his personal experience, sometimes a drink and good company are all you need to feel better, so he chats about various topics and gives advice if you need it. He also listens if you want to vent, offering a sympathetic ear and supportive words.

Within minutes the child would begin asking endless questions, wandering around the house, climbing onto furniture, touching anything remotely interesting, and somehow finding danger in the most ordinary places.

Lohen would spend most of the day following a few steps behind with an increasingly exhausted expression, quietly pulling them away from shelves before they could climb them, moving fragile objects out of reach, and repeatedly saying, "No, we're not doing that," only to repeat himself seconds later.

He wouldn't magically become good with children, nor would he suddenly know how to entertain them. Instead, he'd awkwardly sit through every long-winded story they insisted on telling, occasionally responding with short comments simply because completely ignoring them felt too cruel.

Whenever the child inevitably became bored and demanded he play with them, he'd let out a long, defeated sigh before reluctantly giving in, looking painfully out of his element the entire time.

Despite complaining under his breath every few minutes that children were exhausting, he'd never once stop paying attention to where they were, instinctively catching them before they tripped, pulling them away from anything dangerous, and making sure they ate properly without ever admitting he cared. By the end of the day, he'd look far more worn out than after some of his most demanding missions, privately deciding that watching children required a level of endurance he simply did not possess.

When you finally returned, the first thing you saw was Lohen sitting on the couch with a look of complete defeat while your younger sibling continued talking excitedly without taking a single breath. The child immediately ran over to you, proudly announcing every chaotic thing they’d done that afternoon. Lohen slowly looked up, rubbing a hand over his face before letting out a long sigh. "I don’t know how you do it.” After a brief pause, he glanced toward your sibling, who had already started climbing onto the back of the couch, and stood up before they could fall. “…I’m still not having children anytime soon.”

── ( 𝒘. ) wanderer would spend the first several minutes questioning your judgment for leaving your younger sibling with him in the first place. The child, meanwhile, would seem completely unfazed by his sharp tongue, immediately bombarding him with questions, following him from room to room, poking at his hat, tugging on his sleeve, and talking almost nonstop.

Every few minutes he'd click his tongue in annoyance, muttering that they were unbearably noisy, yet despite all the complaints, he'd quietly keep them within arm's reach whenever they wandered too close to something dangerous.

If they climbed somewhere high, he'd immediately pull them back down before scolding them for making reckless decisions. If they refused to eat, he'd grumble the entire time while somehow managing to convince them anyway.

He'd never openly entertain their childish antics, insisting he wasn't interested whenever they invited him to play, though after enough persistent pleading he'd begrudgingly participate while pretending he wasn't enjoying himself in the slightest.

The child would quickly discover that every sarcastic remark he made was usually followed by him quietly fixing whatever problem they had caused. If they scraped a knee, he'd click his tongue before cleaning it up with surprising gentleness. If they grew sleepy halfway through the day, he'd quietly drape a blanket over them while pretending he was only doing it because their constant talking had finally stopped.

By the time you returned, Wanderer would already be insisting that he was never agreeing to babysit again, despite the unmistakable fact that he'd spent the entire day making sure your sibling was safe, comfortable, and never once actually felt unwelcome.

When you came back, you found your sibling happily drawing while Wanderer sat nearby pretending not to watch. The child suddenly looked up with a grin. “He let me braid his hair!” Wanderer immediately frowned. “I did no such—” His hand instinctively reached behind his head before pausing. Feeling several tiny braids woven into his hair, he closed his eyes with visible annoyance. “I’m never doing this again.”

── ( 𝒍. ) lyney would accept the responsibility with absolute confidence, reassuring you with his usual easy smile that everything would be perfectly fine and insisting he'd handled far more difficult audiences before.

From the moment you left, he'd somehow transform an ordinary afternoon into what felt like an endless magic show. Every complaint from your younger sibling would become an opportunity for another trick, every moment of boredom answered with a disappearing coin, a deck of enchanted-looking cards, or an elaborate story that somehow turned the child into his honorary assistant.

Rather than telling them to sit still, he'd cleverly redirect all of that boundless energy into helping him prepare his 'next performance,' making them feel important enough that they rarely had time to cause trouble.

Even whenever they became particularly stubborn or dramatic, Lyney never seemed to lose his patience, instead treating every tantrum like an audience member who simply hadn't seen the best part of the show yet.

Before long, the two of them would be constructing imaginary performances together, practicing dramatic introductions, and assigning ridiculous stage names to one another. He'd laugh just as much as the child did, fully committing to every game without ever making them feel like they were simply being babysat.

Somewhere throughout the day, he'd unintentionally become less of a babysitter and more of an older brother figure, encouraging their confidence, celebrating every tiny achievement with exaggerated applause, and making sure they finished meals and stayed hydrated without them even realizing they were being looked after.

By the time you returned, the house would almost certainly be messier than when you left, but your sibling would have spent the entire day smiling, convinced they'd just experienced the greatest magic show Fontaine had ever seen.

Dozens of playing cards littered the floor while your sibling excitedly insisted they’d 'learned real magic.' Lyney looked up with an innocent smile, though the glitter scattered across both of them suggested otherwise. “In my defense,” he laughed, brushing a handful of confetti from his shoulder, “they were an exceptionally enthusiastic assistant.” The child immediately puffed out their chest. “I’m better than Lyney!” He placed a hand dramatically over his heart. “I'm being replaced?!”

── ( 𝒇. ) flins would begin the day genuinely believing babysitting couldn't possibly be as difficult as everyone claimed. That confidence would disappear almost immediately after your younger sibling began asking nonstop questions, insisting he join every game they invented, and somehow managing to create chaos from the simplest activities.

Clearly overwhelmed yet determined not to disappoint you, he'd try almost everything that came to mind. If the child wanted to build a fort, he'd help gather every blanket in the house. If they wanted a story, he'd make one up on the spot, awkwardly improvising as they continuously interrupted with increasingly ridiculous suggestions.

Rather than trying to take complete control of the situation, Flins would naturally begin following the child's imagination instead, letting them decide the rules of every game while quietly making sure they never got hurt.

Though he'd become visibly flustered whenever the child ran off unexpectedly or asked questions he couldn't answer, he'd never lose his patience or raise his voice, choosing instead to gently redirect their attention elsewhere until the problem solved itself.

As the day went on, his initial awkwardness would gradually fade, replaced by genuine laughter whenever the child proudly showed him another drawing or insisted on teaching him a completely made-up game.

He'd still look exhausted by the end of it all, but there'd also be a quiet satisfaction in knowing he'd managed to keep them happy. Even if he insisted afterward that children had far too much energy, he'd secretly think back on the day with a small smile, realizing it had been far more rewarding than he'd expected.

When you finally returned, you found the two of them sitting on the floor surrounded by an impressive mess of blankets, wooden blocks, and hastily made paper crafts. Flins looked up with an embarrassed smile, rubbing the back of his neck. “…I was going to clean this before you got back.” Your sibling immediately interrupted. “No! We’re not done yet!” He let out a resigned sigh before glancing back at you. “…I think I’m taking orders too.”

If your breathing remained uneven, he'd quietly guide you through slowing it, keeping his own voice calm and measured even if worry had already begun creeping into his chest. He wouldn't dismiss it as "just a dream." Instead, he'd stay awake for as long as you needed, listening if you wanted to talk or simply sitting beside you in silence until the fear finally loosened its grip.

Your breathing came in quick, uneven gasps as you suddenly sat upright. Before panic could fully settle in, Lohen was already beside you, his hand instinctively finding the middle of your back. "...Hey hey, look at me." he murmured, still half-awake, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "You're here." His thumb brushed slow circles against your back as he waited for your breathing to match the rhythm of his own. "You’re okay."

── ( 𝒘. ) wriothesley wouldn't startle easily, but the sound of you waking in obvious distress would have him sitting up almost immediately. He'd recognize the signs before you managed to say a word, quietly moving closer without crowding you, giving you enough space to breathe while making it clear he wasn't going anywhere.

His first priority would be grounding you in the present, offering you water, checking whether you wanted the lights on, and encouraging you to focus on his voice rather than whatever nightmare still lingered in your mind. Even if you insisted you were alright, he'd remain awake beside you until he was convinced you genuinely were.

You covered your face with trembling hands, your breathing refusing to slow. Wriothesley quietly reached over to switch on the bedside lamp, bathing the room in a warm glow before handing you a glass of water. "Easy." His voice remained low and steady. "You're safe." After you took a few shaky breaths, he rested a reassuring hand over yours. "Bad dream?" When you gave the smallest nod, he offered a faint smile. "...It's over now." He gave your hand a gentle squeeze. "Whatever happened in that dream stays there. You're here with me."

── ( 𝒍. ) lyney would notice the change almost immediately. Even in sleep, he'd be surprisingly attentive to the smallest shifts in your breathing or movement. The moment you woke in a panic, he'd gently pull you closer before you had the chance to convince yourself you were alone, wrapping an arm securely around you without making you feel trapped.

He'd speak softly, trying to replace the frightening images still lingering in your mind with something familiar and comforting, occasionally slipping in a lighthearted joke if he sensed it might coax even the faintest smile from you. Whether you wanted to talk about the nightmare or forget it entirely, he'd stay awake with you for the rest of the night if that's what you needed.

You woke with a sharp breath, your shoulders shaking as you struggled to separate the nightmare from reality. Before you could spiral further, Lyney's hand gently found yours beneath the blankets. "...Hey," he whispered, immediately sitting up beside you. "Look at me." Once your eyes finally met his, he smiled softly, lifting your joined hands to press a gentle kiss against your knuckles. "There you are..." His shoulders visibly relaxed once your eyes finally focused on him. "You had me worried for a second." He let out a quiet laugh before giving your hand another gentle squeeze. "Come here. I've got you."

── ( 𝒏. ) neuvilette would respond with remarkable composure, though the concern in his eyes would be impossible to hide. Waking to find you frightened would immediately draw his full attention, his movements slow and deliberate so as not to overwhelm you further.

He wouldn't assume physical comfort was what you wanted; instead, he'd first search your expression, allowing you to decide whether you wished to be held. If you leaned toward him, however, he'd wrap you in a gentle embrace without hesitation, quietly reminding you that the nightmare had ended and that nothing would reach you while he was there. His presence alone would become an anchor, steady and unwavering until your breathing finally settled.

The room remained silent except for your uneven breathing. Neuvillette had already risen, one hand resting lightly against your shoulder as he studied your face with quiet concern. "...It was just a dream," he said gently, waiting until your gaze slowly found his. "Take your time." After a long moment, you instinctively leaned against him. Without another word, he drew you into his arms, one hand slowly rubbing your back in soothing circles. "You are safe now," he murmured.

Every cry that escaped you would make his jaw clench tighter, his voice remaining firm only because he knew you needed something steady to hold onto.

The moment your struggling suddenly ceased and your body went frighteningly limp against him, his heart would sink. He'd lift your face with bloodstained hands, calling your name more urgently than before, gently patting your cheek whenever your eyes threatened to close.

Your cries gradually dissolved into strained uneven breaths, your trembling fingers weakly clutching at the fabric over Lohen’s chest as though it were the only thing keeping you grounded. The grip lasted only a few moments before your strength slowly gave way, your head beginning to slip.

Lohen immediately tightened the arm supporting your back, drawing you more securely against his chest while his other hand remained firmly pressed over your wound, refusing to ease the pressure for even a moment despite the blood steadily soaking through his glove.

“Hey… hey, look at me.” His voice cracked despite every effort to steady it as he searched your face, desperately willing your eyes to stay on his. “It’ll be okay, everything’s going to be okay. Just𑁋 just stay with me, alright?” He pleaded, “you’re going to yell at me later for worrying this much and you’ll be perfectly fine, so don’t you dare leave before you get the chance.”

“Lohen…” Your breathing quivered as you slowly lifted your eyes to meet his, though they struggled to remain focused. Seeing the light in them slowly begin to fade, Lohen leaned forward until his forehead rested gently against yours, his eyes squeezing shut for the briefest moment as though the closeness alone could somehow keep you from slipping away. “No… no no no.” His breathing became increasingly uneven, his composure finally beginning to fracture as panic crept unmistakably into his voice. “No, please…” His hold around you tightened ever so slightly, “...don’t make this the last time I get to hold you.”

── ( 𝒌. ) kinich's first instinct would be to stabilize you, his movements swift and deliberate despite the chaos around him. He'd support your back against his chest to keep unnecessary movement to a minimum while applying pressure to the injury with practiced precision. The louder your cries became, the quieter his own voice would grow, speaking in short, steady sentences meant to keep you grounded.

Ajaw hovered anxiously at Kinich’s shoulder. “Hey, human… quit lying there and get up already𑁋!” 

You let out one last strained gasp before the fight slowly left your body, your muscles relaxing heavily against him in a way that made Kinich’s heart sink. “No,” he breathed, the word escaping before he could stop it. One hand immediately rose to steady your face, his thumb brushing across your cheek as he gently turned your gaze toward him, refusing to let your eyes drift. “Stay with me.” His voice remained low, but the urgency beneath it was impossible to miss. “Come on… keep looking at me.” His fingers tightened around your body, just enough for you to feel them, grounding you in the only way he still could while firmly pressing against your wound. 

“That’s it.” He swallowed hard, his breathing growing noticeably uneven as your eyelids continued to drop. “Just… keep breathing. One more breath.” He searched your face desperately, as though willing you to answer him through nothing more than his own determination. For once, Ajaw didn’t have a sarcastic remark to make, his usual complaints swallowed by an uneasy silence as he watched Kinich desperately trying to keep you conscious.

“You once told me I’d always find my way back…” His voice falteredbarely above a whisper. “...Don’t make me learn how to do that without you.”

── ( 𝒍. ) lyney would spend the first several moments convincing both you and himself that everything would be alright, smiling through trembling hands as he desperately tried to comfort you while pressing desperately against the wound. The cheerful performer who always knew exactly what to say would disappear, replaced by someone desperately searching your face for any sign that you were still with him.

The world seemed to shrink until there was nothing left but the two of you. He held you close, one arm wrapped securely around your back as though he could somehow shield you from everything that had already happened, his other hand resurfacing to leave your side despite the frantic tremor running through his fingers. He searched your face and over, desperately looking for reassurance in the smallest movement, as if any of them could convince him this would still end the way he wanted. 

“Hey, stay with me okay?” His voice was quiet at first, almost impossibly gentle. “It’s alright… you’re alright.” He repeated the words almost instinctively, not because he knew they were true, but because saying anything else felt unthinkable. His hand found your cheek, carefully brushing loose strands of hair away before cupping your face with a tenderness that contrasted painfully with the urgency in his eyes. Every few seconds his gaze darted toward the area around him, listening for footsteps that never seemed to come quickly enough before immediately returning to you. “People are coming,” he whispered, forcing a small smile that trembled at its edges. “Lynette will be here any second, we just have to wait a little longer.”

“It hurts…” You murmured, genuine panic flashed across his face. “I know,” he answered immediately, his words tumbling over one another. “I know, I know… just breathe for me, okay? That’s all you have to do.”

He leaned forward until his forehead rested lightly against yours, closing his eyes only long enough to steady the sharp, uneven rhythm of his own breathing. 

“It’s okay… It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay…” The phrase became less of a reassurance and more of desperation, something he clung to as though it alone could hold the moment together. Between repetition, he swallowed hard, trying to force the rising panic back down before it reached his voice.

Then he felt your weight change.

His eyes opened immediately, you had gone frighteningly still. “No…” The word escaped him, he searched your face in growing disbelief, gently brushing his thumb across your cheek as though you might respond to the familiar touch. “No… no, look at me.”

His breathing lost all rhythm, “please… don’t do this.” For a heartbreak he simply stared, unable to accept the silence that had settled between his words. Then his head snapped toward the area.

“Help!” The cry echoed far louder than he’d intended, “Someone, please𑁋!” His voice broke completely, cracking beneath the weight of terror. His voice barely resembled his own anymore.

When no immediate answer came, he looked back at you, pulling you closer until there was scarcely any distance left between you. His forehead rested against yours again, his shoulders trembling as he struggled to breathe through the panic threatening to overwhelm him. “I’m sorry…” His shoulders shook. “I’m so, so sorry…” The apology came out in little more than a whisper, a sob caught in his throat. “I was supposed to protect you.” His arms tightened around you, holding you as though refusing to let the world take you away.