hello!!! hope youâre doing well!! iâd like to make a request :D
iâd like to request aventurine, jingyaun, phainon and ratio with an S/O who asks for kisses as payment for anything they do for them (ex: âcan you grab that box for me?â âthat will be 2 kisses!â âaw you made me breakfast?â âyes but youâll have to pay up 5 kisses to eat itâ)
and S/O is an evil capitalist /j so the prices for small tasks keep going up
Interest Rates of the Heart
Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Phainon x Reader, Jing Yuan x Reader, Fluff, Humor, Banter, Established Relationship, Kisses As Currency, Playful Reader, Soft Domestic Moments, Mild Teasing, Light Angst Undertones.
âHey, sweetheart,â Aventurineâs voice rings out smoothly, as casual as the faint shuffle of cards slipping between his fingers. Heâs reclined in one of the lounge chairs, jacket draped lazily over the back, hair a little too perfectly tousled. âMind grabbing me that folder on the counter? The green one.â
You glance at the folder, not three feet away from him. His smirk deepens as he watches you think.
âThatâll be three kisses,â you say flatly, crossing your arms.
The corner of his lip twitches upward. âThree? For a simple folder?â
âYes.â You nod solemnly, like youâre running a strict business. âPrices have gone up. Inflation, you know.â
Aventurine chuckles, low and dangerous, like heâs considering whether this game is worth the gamble. âYou drive a hard bargain, darling. Are you sure three is the going rate? Iâm fairly certain you gave me that same folder for just one kiss yesterday.â
âAnd yesterday,â you say, walking toward him with mock gravity, âwas a sale.â
You snatch the folder and hold it behind your back. âNo kisses, no folder.â
Aventurine tilts his head, peacock feather earring swaying. âI could justâŚtake it.â He lunges halfheartedly, but you dodge, clutching the folder tighter. His eyes glint with delight. He loves this â the game, the push and pull, the wager of affection.
âAh, but then youâd be stealing,â you sing-song. âAnd thieves pay double.â
He narrows his eyes in mock exasperation. âFive kisses, then? Youâre going to bankrupt me.â
You arch a brow. âOh no, Mr. High-Ranking Executive, whatever will you do? Declare romantic bankruptcy?â
His laugh bursts free, sharp and genuine, before he leans closer, resting his elbow on the arm of the chair. âYouâre dangerous,â he says, tone dropping into a conspiratorial whisper. âAlmost more dangerous than me.â
âAlmost?â
âAlmost,â he repeats with a grin.
You finally hand over the folder, and true to his word, he pulls you gently into his lap and kisses you once, twice, thrice⌠then pauses, lips grazing your cheek. âHmm. That was three. But youâre still holding out for interest, arenât you?â
You smirk, triumphant. âNow youâre learning how the system works.â
So he pays the rest, each kiss slow and lingering, until youâve forgotten the price and heâs long since decided that for once, he doesnât mind losing a game.
The sun filters lazily through the windows of the generalâs office. Scrolls and paperwork pile high, but Jing Yuan is, predictably, leaned back in his chair, golden eyes half-lidded in content drowsiness.
âCould you pour me some tea?â he asks, voice soft as silk.
You lift the teapot, but then pause. ââŚThat will be one kiss.â
One golden eye opens to peer at you, amused. âOne kiss for a cup of tea?â
âTwo if you want it sweetened,â you say crisply.
He chuckles â that rich, slow laugh that always feels like he has all the time in the world. âIs that so? And how many for breakfast this morning? I noticed the plate waiting for me when I woke.â
âFive,â you reply without missing a beat.
Jing Yuan sits up, resting his chin in his palm, watching you with the indulgent patience of a cat humoring its favorite person. âYou drive a steeper bargain than the Commissionâs tax collectors.â
âKnowledge of the market is a skill,â you retort, pouring the tea at last. âAnd I am very skilled.â
He accepts the cup, fingers brushing yours deliberately, and takes a sip. âMmm. Exquisite. Worth every kiss, Iâm sure.â
âWell? Pay up.â
He sets the cup down, stands, and steps into your space with deliberate slowness. âYouâll ruin me, you know. If I pay you in full each time, Iâll never have the energy left to lead the Cloud Knights.â
âThat sounds like a you problem,â you murmur, heart quickening as his lips brush your forehead.
âOneâŚâ he whispers, moving lower. âTwoâŚâ a kiss to your temple. âThreeâŚâ a feather-light brush against your cheek.
Youâre practically leaning into him by the time he finally claims your lips for the fourth and fifth, slow and lingering. He pulls back, golden eyes warm with amusement. âAnd there we are. Paid in full.â
You pout. âInterest rates are higher after sundown.â
He chuckles, pulling you into his chest, hand cradling the back of your head. âThen Iâll simply have to stay awake a little longer tonight.â
Youâre perched on the stone steps of Okhemaâs watchtower, polishing Phainonâs armguard while the warrior himself sharpens his sword nearby. The faint glow of his Coreflame flickers across his features, giving him that almost mythical glow he always carries.
âThere,â you sigh, holding up the gleaming metal. âGood as new. Thatâll be three kisses.â
Phainon blinks at you, eyes wide with startled amusement. âThree?â he repeats. His voice is soft, almost disbelieving, like the concept of charging him at all is foreign.
âYes,â you insist. âPolishing armor isnât free labor, you know. Times are hard.â
A chuckle rumbles deep in his chest. He sets his sword aside and strides toward you, tall frame casting you in shadow. âMy dearest⌠I fear you may one day bleed me dry of affection.â
You smirk, standing your ground. âThatâs the plan.â
He kneels before you, reverent as a knight before royalty. âThen who am I to refuse payment?â His lips brush yours once, twice, three times, each one gentle but carrying the unspoken weight of vows and eternity.
When he pulls back, you sigh. âArmor polish used to cost one kiss. Youâre lucky I didnât charge more.â
Phainon tilts his head, smile faint. âAnd yet, were you to charge me a thousand kisses, I would gladly surrender them.â
That makes your heart stutter. âCareful, I might actually raise the rates.â
âThen raise them.â His voice is steady, sure. âIf affection is the currency you demand, then I am already wealthy beyond measure.â
You throw your hands up. âUgh, stop being so noble about it, youâre ruining my scam.â
He laughs, bright and unrestrained, and gathers you into a crushing hug. âThen allow me this: consider me an eager customer, happy to be swindled.â
Ratio adjusts his spectacles, his hair falling across his eyes as he flips through a stack of notes. His expression is sharp, unimpressed, as always.
âPass me that book, will you?â he says, not looking up.
You grab the heavy tome, then hold it just out of reach. âThatâll be two kisses.â
He finally looks at you, his eyes narrowing. âTwo? For the mere act of handing me a book?â
âYes.â
He scoffs. âAbsurd. Utterly absurd. Thatâs not even a remotely proportional exchange.â
You shrug. âSupply and demand. You want the book, I demand kisses. Simple economics.â
Ratio pinches the bridge of his nose like youâve just committed a crime against logic. âYou do realize that in this transaction, I hold all the power? I could simply retrieve the book myself.â
âThen youâll waste valuable research time,â you shoot back. âEfficiency, Doctor. Think of the efficiency.â
His eye twitches. He hates that youâre using his own logic against him. Finally, with a long suffering sigh, he leans forward. âFine. Two kisses.â
You grin, leaning down to claim your prize. He kisses you quickly, brusque, like heâs trying to get it over with. âThere. Happy?â
âVery,â you say sweetly, plopping the book into his hands.
He grumbles, flipping it open. But later, when you fetch him a cup of tea and casually demand five kisses, he doesnât argue. He just stands, cups your cheek, and kisses you slow enough that you almost forget youâre supposed to be keeping count.
When he pulls away, you whisper, âThat was⌠four.â
His lips curl in a smug half-smile. âConsider it interest. Iâll pay the fifth later.â
âYouâre terrible at this.â
âNo,â he murmurs, eyes glittering with rare warmth. âIâm simply investing wisely.â
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Can i request blade, sampo and feixiao (separately) with a cat-hybrid gn reader? (Its just catgirl but make it gn lol) thank uu ^^
Back to the kitty, 'cause they're kinda pretty
Tags: Blade x Reader, Feixiao x Reader, Sampo x Reader, Cat-Hybrid Reader, Fluff, Mild Teasing, Lighthearted Interactions, Sparring (Feixiao), Banter (Sampo), Hints of Angst (Blade), Comfort.
The Stellaron Hunterâs base was eerily quiet as you padded through the dimly lit halls, your tail swaying behind you. Blade had summoned you for a mission, though he hadnât provided any details. You found him in his room, sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, as if meditating.
âCould you knock next time?â he muttered without opening his eyes.
âI did.â you replied, crossing your arms and flicking an ear. He opened his eyes, one eyebrow arched in amusement.
âDid you now? I didnât hear a thing.â
You rolled your eyes and sat next to him. âSo, whatâs the mission?â
âThereâs no mission.â His gaze softened ever so slightly. âI called you here⌠because I wanted to talk.â
Your ears perked up, curiosity winning over. Blade wasnât exactly one for casual conversation. âAbout?â
âI was wondering,â he started, his gaze flickering to the tips of your ears, âhow you manage to find calm so easily. You seem⌠at peace, while I struggle to find it.â
You smiled, stretching out and curling your tail around yourself. âItâs easier when you stop fighting yourself. I accept my instincts, even if theyâre different.â You flicked his bandaged hand playfully. âMaybe you should do the same. Thereâs a balance you havenât found yet.â
His eyes narrowed, yet he didnât pull his hand back. âBalance, huh? Maybe one dayâŚâ He trailed off, but the look in his eyes told you that perhaps, for the first time, he was willing to try.
The Xianzhou Yaoqingâs training grounds were empty, save for the rustle of your tail as you crouched, preparing for a sparring match with Feixiao. She stood across from you, her hands on her hips, a smirk playing on her lips.
âThink you can keep up with a General, kitty?â she teased, flicking her fox ears.
You narrowed your eyes, playful determination sparking in your gaze. âOnly one way to find out, General.â
The sparring session started with a rush of speed. Feixiao was fastâfaster than anyone youâd trained withâbut your natural agility as a cat hybrid gave you an edge. Dodging her strikes, you twirled around her, even managing a quick swipe at her coat.
âImpressive!â she laughed, sounding genuinely delighted. âDidnât think you had it in you.â She moved with ferocity, her eyes focused entirely on you.
You felt a sense of pride bubbling up as you narrowly avoided another strike, purring softly despite the intensity of the match. In one daring move, you swerved and managed to knock her slightly off-balance. She chuckled as she stumbled, finally calling a truce.
âNot bad. If we werenât sparring, Iâd be considering you for the Cloud Knights,â she said, offering a hand to pull you up. âThough next time, donât hold back.â
Your grin widened. âOnly if you promise not to either, General.â
It was a quiet night in Belobogâs Underworld when you found yourself wandering into Sampoâs hideout. Youâd just slipped in silently when he called out, âIs that my favorite cat?â His voice held a teasing lilt, and he looked up with a wide grin.
âHow did you know I was here?â you asked, tail flicking in surprise.
âPlease, I always know when thereâs a silent visitor,â he laughed, stepping closer with that ever-charming smirk. âBesides, you practically smell of curiosity.â
You rolled your eyes. âOr maybe you just canât resist sneaking up on everyone.â
He chuckled, reaching out to scratch behind your ear. To your surprise, it actually felt⌠nice. You closed your eyes for a moment, letting out a soft purr.
âSee? Iâve got the magic touch,â he said, clearly delighted. You playfully swatted his hand away, and he pretended to look hurt. âAlright, alright, no need to claw me.â
His voice dropped, taking on a softer tone as he met your eyes. âHey, thanks for stopping by, though. It's been a while since Iâve had good company that wasnât trying to rob me or arrest me.â
A warmth filled you at his words, and you smirked, nudging him playfully with your shoulder. âGuess even Sampo Koski has his soft spots.â
âOnly for the right company,â he replied, giving you a wink that made your ears twitch as your heart skipped a beat.
Summary: Aventurine drops by unannounced, lounging in your space while you absentmindedly pull on the standard banner with a free wish. You donât expect anything⌠until the golden/rainbow glow flashes on your screen. In an ecstatic frenzy, you tackle Aventurine with hugs (and maybe a kiss), convinced that his mere presence tilted fate in your favor. He insists he didnât do anything, but with that knowing smirk on his lips, you canât help but wonderâwas it luck, or just Aventurine being Aventurine?
Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Fluff, Humor, Gacha Luck Shenanigans, Pre-Relationship (?), Aventurine Being Smug, Reader Winning Big, Mild Teasing & Banter.
Warnings: Mild physical affection (hugs, kiss on the cheek), Aventurine being his usual charming, smug self, Possible heart failure from sheer gacha luck.
You werenât even really thinking about it. Just a single free pull on the standard bannerâno expectations, no anticipation. It was just a throwaway wish, something to pass the time while Aventurine lounged across your couch like he owned the place, spinning a gold coin between his fingers.
He had dropped by unannounced, as usual, claiming he was âboredâ and that you were âmarginally more entertaining than watching stocks fluctuate.â Now he was watching you instead, glasses sliding slightly down his nose, those eyes glimmering with intrigue.
âI donât see the thrill in these games,â he mused, tilting his head toward your screen. âA gacha system is just a glorified casino, isnât it?â
âYouâre one to talk,â you shot back, rolling your eyes. âAnd besides, itâs just one pull. Nothing's gonnaââ
The golden starburst on the screen made you freeze mid-sentence. Your heart skipped a beat as the wish animation unfolded, slow and cinematic. The weapon materialized before your eyes, its jade-green glow undeniable.
Primordial Jade Winged-Spear.
Silence.
You stared. Aventurine hummed.
Then the realization hit you like a runaway freight train.
âWHATâ?!â
You nearly dropped your device in your rush to process what just happened. Your brain short-circuited, your hands trembled, and before you knew it, you had thrown yourself at Aventurine, knocking the wind out of him as you crashed into his lap.
âYou lucky, conniving, magnificent bastard!â you practically shrieked, your arms winding around his neck in an ecstatic hug. âHowâ? Iâ? I just pulled a five-star after getting a different five-starâdo you have any idea how insane that is?!â
Aventurine blinked, his lips parting in bemusement. His free hand hovered awkwardly in the air as if unsure whether to return the embrace.
âI⌠didn't do anything,â he pointed out, though there was an unmistakable flicker of amusement in his tone.
âYes, you did! Your ridiculous âluckâ did this! You just standing here tilted the odds in my favor, I swear!â
You pulled back just enough to see his face, still grasping the lapels of his dark blazer like you were trying to absorb some of his luck through sheer proximity. Your eyes were wide with gratitude, pure joy radiating from you in waves. Then, impulsively, you surged forward and planted a quick, breathless kiss against his cheek.
Aventurine went very, very still.
His expression didn't immediately shiftâhe still wore that ever-present, unreadable smileâbut the faintest trace of color crept up his neck, vanishing beneath his high-collared shirt.
âMy, my,â he murmured, voice a shade lower than before. âIf I had known Iâd get such lavish thanks for something I didnât even do, I might have charged a fee.â
âOh, shut up,â you huffed, though the warmth in your cheeks betrayed you. âJust let me have this moment.â
A beat of silence passed. Then, ever so slowly, Aventurine let his hand settle against your back, fingers splayed with casual ease.
âWell,â he mused, tilting his head, âif youâre that pleased, perhaps I should stick around. Who knows? Maybe my presence will land you another five-star.â
You gave him a playful shove, and he chuckledâlow and knowing, like he had won some secret gamble you werenât even aware of.
Shooting practice with Hyuna, her showing off and then ensuring the reader knows their stance and what not. It's totally not a ploy to make them swoon (It totally is). Reader is oblivious to the subtle cues (it's so not subtle) and just sorta takes it as an opportunity to learn how to protect themselves and others.
Missed Shots, Stolen Glances
Summary: During a late-night shooting practice session, Hyuna takes it upon herself to teach you proper stance and technique. Of course, it's totally not an excuse to get close and make you swoonâexcept it absolutely is. Too bad you're completely oblivious to her not-so-subtle flirting.
Tags: Hyuna x Reader, Fluff, Humor, Training Session, Oblivious!Reader, Flirty!Hyuna, Found Family Vibes, Mild Teasing.
Warnings: Mentions of firearms & shooting practice, Light physical contact (hand-on-hand guidance, leaning in), Hyuna being a menace (affectionate).
A/N: Thank you for hearing my prays, anon, I love you đđđŤś
The scent of gunpowder lingered in the air, mixing with the crisp evening breeze. The makeshift shooting rangeâa worn-out lot hidden in the outskirts of the rebellionâs baseâechoed with the sharp crack of bullets meeting their targets. You stood at the edge of the clearing, shifting awkwardly as Hyuna adjusted her stance a few feet away.
"Alright, watch and learn," she said, spinning the pistol in her fingers before smoothly clicking it into place. She didnât have to be this flashy, but, well... this was Hyuna.
She raised the gun with practiced ease, eyes narrowing as she lined up her shot. A split second later, the air split with gunfireâeach shot landing perfectly within the bullseye. When she was done, she blew on the muzzle, grinning. "Not bad, right?"
You gave an appreciative nod. "Yeah, you're good."
"Good?" she repeated, placing a hand over her heart as if youâd wounded her pride. "Come on, at least say âamazingâ or âincredible.â I donât show off for just anyone, you know."
You frowned slightly, missing the teasing glint in her eyes. "I mean, Iâd rather focus on learning than hyping you up."
Hyuna sighed, shaking her head. "You're lucky you're cute."
Before you could process that, she stepped behind you, her warmth radiating against your back as she guided your arms into position. "First off, your stance is all wrong. Widen your legs a littleâno, not that much. There, thatâs better."
Her hands lingered on your waist as she nudged you into place. You didnât think much of it, too focused on maintaining balance. Hyuna, on the other hand, was fighting the urge to smirk.
"Grip the gun like this," she murmured, fingers wrapping over yours. "Firm, but not tense. You want control, not a death grip."
"Right, control," you repeated, adjusting accordingly.
She tilted her head, lips curving into a slow smile. "And donât forget to breathe."
You exhaled sharply, suddenly aware of how close she was. She chuckled. "Relax. Itâs just me."
You ignored the way your pulse spiked, instead focusing on the target ahead. You took a deep breath, steadied your grip, and pulled the trigger.
The bullet hit the edge of the targetâfar from perfect but at least on the board. You felt Hyuna hum in approval beside you. "Not bad for a beginner. Do it again."
You did, each shot improving with her whispered corrections and occasionalâcompletely unnecessaryâhand adjustments. Every time you tensed, she was there, a quiet reassurance at your side.
When you finally emptied the clip, she leaned in, her lips near your ear. "See? Told you Iâm a good teacher."
You turned to her, unaware of the weight behind her gaze. "Yeah. Thanks, Hyuna."
Her eyes flickered, a mix of exasperation and amusement. She bumped her forehead lightly against yours before pulling away. "Hopeless," she muttered with a grin.
You werenât sure what she meant. But as she handed you another clip and told you to go again, you got the feeling this training session wasnât just about shooting.
Pairing: Zuko x Reader
Word Count: 782
Prompt: @fluff-cember Day 3: snowman
Summary: You help Zuko make a snowman for the first time.
Warnings: mild language, mentions of firebending, mild teasing, brief physical touch, implied emotional vulnerability
The crisp winter air stings your cheeks, but you donât mind. The snow-covered Earth Kingdom village feels like a dream, its narrow streets lined with snow-laden rooftops and quiet serenity. You kick a puff of snow with your boot, grinning as the powder swirls in the breeze. For someone whoâs never seen snow like this before, the possibilities seem endless.
Behind you, Zuko walks with his usual guarded intensity, golden eyes scanning the quiet village for threats that arenât there. His breath fogs in the cold, and his arms are crossed tight over his chest as if he can will the chill away through sheer determination.
You stop in your tracks and spin to face him. âLetâs build a snowman.â
Zuko raises an eyebrow. âWhat?â
âA snowman,â you repeat, crouching to scoop up a handful of snow. âYouâve seriously never built one?â
âNo,â he replies flatly. âAnd I donât see why we should start now.â
âBecause itâs fun,â you say, tossing the snow lightly into the air and catching it. âWhenâs the last time you did something just for fun?â
Zuko exhales sharply, his brow furrowing. âThis is ridiculous.â
âOh, come on,â you tease, stepping closer. âWhat would Aang say if he saw you refusing to enjoy the snow? Heâd probably call it a crime against nature or something.â
That earns you a dry glare, but after a moment, Zuko sighs. âFine. But if this is some elaborate scheme to make me look stupidâŚâ
âToo late,â you quip, grabbing a handful of snow and starting to roll it into a ball. Zuko mutters something under his breath but crouches beside you.
At first, he watches as you roll the snowball across the ground, the base growing larger with each pass. âYouâre just rolling it?â he asks, his tone skeptical.
âThatâs how you start,â you say, grinning. âThen you pack it tight.â
Zuko hesitates before scooping up a handful of snow. His movements are stiff and cautious, as if heâs handling something explosive. âLike this?â
âYeah, but more pressure,â you instruct. âItâs snow, not glass.â
He huffs and presses his hands into the snow, his brow furrowed in concentration. For someone who regularly wields fire, heâs surprisingly meticulous about packing the snow. Itâs kind of endearing.
After a while, the two of you manage to stack three uneven snowballs atop one another. Zuko steps back, frowning critically. âItâs⌠lopsided.â
âItâs perfect,â you counter, brushing snow off your gloves. âNow it just needs a face.â
You gather pebbles for eyes and a crooked twig for a nose, then start sticking them onto the snowman. Zuko watches with his arms crossed again, his skepticism palpable. âThis is what people do for fun?â
âYep,â you say, sticking on the snowmanâs mouth with a flourish. âAnd now⌠it needs something extra.â
You step back, tilting your head as you study your creation. The curved base, the round bodyâit reminds you of something. Or someone.
âIt looks like Appa,â you declare, grinning.
Zuko snorts softly. âAppa? Really?â
âDonât tell me you donât see it.â You point to the snowmanâs round shape. âAll it needs are some horns and a tail.â
Zuko mutters something about wasting time but crouches to help anyway. He shapes a stubby tail at the back while you add twigs for horns. His hands are sure and steady, and youâre struck by how much effort heâs putting into something so simple.
When youâre done, you step back together to admire your work. The snowmanâAppa, youâve decidedâlooks ridiculous but lovable, with its lopsided body and crooked grin.
âItâs not terrible,â Zuko admits grudgingly, his golden eyes scanning the snowman. âFor a snow bison.â
You grin and nudge his arm. âSee? Youâve got a hidden creative side.â
âI donât have a creative side,â he replies, though the faintest smirk tugs at his lips. âI just followed your instructions.â
âSure, sure,â you say, laughing. âWhatever helps you sleep at night, Your Majesty of Snow Sculpting.â
He huffs, but his ears turn redânot from the cold, youâre certain. The two of you stand in companionable silence for a moment, watching as snowflakes drift lazily from the sky, catching on your snowmanâs horns.
When you glance at Zuko, his gaze isnât on the snowman anymoreâitâs on you. The usual intensity in his eyes has softened, replaced by something warmer, quieter. It makes your chest feel lighter, like maybe, just maybe, youâre chipping away at his icy exterior.
âThanks,â you say softly, nudging his arm again. âFor helping.â
Zuko shrugs, but the corner of his mouth lifts in that almost smile youâre starting to recognize. âIt wasnât terrible.â
And for a fleeting moment, in this snowy little village, everything feels just right.
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