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— puppified ! ♡ | edition: men, version 1.0

ft. cyno, tighnari, kaveh, gorou, thoma, diluc, aether & childe x fem!reader content. modern!au, fluff - jackal!cyno, fox!tighnari, puppy!kaveh, puppy!gorou, puppy!thoma, puppy!diluc, puppy!aether, fox!childe

archon’s decree. it’s more canines than anything but !! this is all the boys who i think are pups/canines <3 there’ll be a kitty version so hold on, i might think your fave is a kitty cat instead!

✉️ mail received! sender: cyno

cyno has habits of keeping to himself (read: attempting to keep to himself.) he’ll curl up on the couch when you’re away at work, his tail hanging off the edge and swaying slowly in the solace that is left in your shared apartment but the jackal’s ears display otherwise. he’s twitchy, his ears twisting and turning when a vehicle will drive past obnoxiously loud or his sensitive hearing picks up a microwave oven beeping a few apartments away.

that is because as much as he’ll deny it - or lack to deny, that he misses you when your presence isn’t around. he’s naturally very quiet (until he gets the zoomies) so even when you come home from work, the jackal does not rush to your side. he will potentially yap at the sudden noise, his ears pressed before he realises it’s you, ruby eyes softening as his ears perk back up. truly, his ears are his greatest enemies when it comes to displaying emotions.

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“cyno?” you call out, flipping the light switch as the warm, yellowed light of the entrance hallway turns on so you can see where you’re stepping. you kick off your sneakers, raising a brow as you glance down the hallway in mild curiosity. there's a stir from the lounge and a grin crosses your face.

your footsteps are light as you make your way through the dimly light apartment. you know that you can't fool the jackal, who already has his ruby eyes trained onto the door of the lounge.

"you look like a fool," he comments and you can make out the silhouette of his tail swishing in the moonlight that breaches through cracks in the blinds, "you're so noisy."

"i am not noisy," you reply pointedly, puffing your cheeks as you flop down onto the limited free space cyno has left on the couch, "it's not my fault you have these-"

you lean across to the pointed ears perked upon his head, the pads of your fingertips brushing against the soft fur. cyno tenses, the cunning jackal taking the chance to curl his tail around your leg. it's his turn to grin, pulling you close as he wraps his arms around you, "you took too long at work."

a sigh escapes your lips, a small smile growing as you relax and rest your head against his shoulder. he'll never explicitly say that he missed you but you knew exactly what he meant.

✉️ mail received! sender: tighnari

tighnari is more or less a restless fox. his hands are always busy fumbling with something - usually the assortment of plants that fill every crevice of your shared apartment. you yourself work as a florist so your fox boyfriend having a green thumb is what you like to call a sweet thing called fate when you walk in on him happily pruning his array of exotic plants, big bushy tail swaying behind him as he hums to the radio.

on odd days, tighnari likes to visit the flower shop you work in - situated directly below your apartment. the moment you hear the metal steps behind the flower shop clanging when someone descends them, his ears giving him away as they protrude from his shadow cast on the ceramic floor.

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"ah- shit..." the fox grumbles when his tail hits against the wide leaves of his monstera plant, which has doubled in size since he acquired the cutting from a friend a few months ago. your eyes raise from the book you'd been reading, a small smile caressing your face.

"maybe you need to space them out again, love?" you suggest softly, watching the way his large pointed ears twitch in your direction. he scratches at one with a gloved hand, frowning slightly as he considers it.

"if i keep spacing them out, we'll end up with plants in the kitchen." he sighs, placing the spray bottle full of water down as he turns to look at you. you have a crocheted blanket draped over your legs and you're halfway through the book you'd started. in a slump, he throws himself down beside you, nestling his face into the crook of your neck. his ears flatten in a form of frustration, not appearing to like the concept of plants in the kitchen.

you make a noise, amused as you lower your book and reach a hand up to run through tighnari's dark locks, fingers gently grazing past black fluffy ears and emitting soft whimpers from the male, "you worry so much, nari - perhaps we need to just work on how much your tail wags when you're tending to your plants?"

tighnari groans, brows knitting together as if he'd like to forget his unfortunate predicament. said tail curls up over his lap as he hugs it close to his chest, his head nudging against your hand when you think to stop stroking his hair for even a moment.

✉️ mail received! sender: kaveh

oh he’s simply the sweetest puppy - he’s so loud and boisterous, he’s definitely a golden retriever. kaveh is needy and isn’t afraid to say it out loud too. whether you’ve left the bed to go to the toilet or you did the groceries without him locked to your side, he’ll be sure to whine endlessly until you’re back. he’s stubborn and a little bit prideful however so moments after he’ll be sure to deny ever whining.

you like to joke that maybe the blond has separation anxiety - not that you’d complain about that - but sometimes it genuinely does feel as if he’ll implode whenever you leave for mere moments.

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thanks to the silence of the apartment, you can already hear your boyfriend’s faint whines from where he’s cooped up in your shared bedroom. his blond hair is probably tussled amongst white pillows, sheets messily tangled with his long limbs when he buries his face into the pillows and lets out another dramatic whine - it’s a sight you’ve seen numerous times now.

you sigh, a smile creeping onto your face as you place the grocery bags onto the kitchen counters, glancing in the direction of the bedroom. it’s suddenly silent, the rustle of the grocery bags being the only known sound. you give him five seconds… five… four… three…

the blond appears in the kitchen doorway before you finish counting mentally, floppy golden ears perked and rusty coloured eyes glittering excitedly as a wide beam brightens his face.

“you’re home!” he exclaims, wrapping slender arms around your waist as he nuzzles his head into your hair. his tail is wagging like an unstoppable force, hitting against the kitchen cupboards in a way that you know will have him pouting later, mumbling about how his tail hurts.

“i figured i’d let you sleep in longer but i know you don’t like me leaving you alone.” you muse, running a hand through long blond locks that he’s yet to brush. there’s a small ‘hmph’ from the tall male as he pulls away, folding his arms across his chest defiantly as he puffs out his cheeks.

“who says i don’t like being left alone?” he huffs as he turns his head away somewhat, tilting his chin up with sass, “i like when the apartment is quiet!”

despite his claims, his tail has not given up with its excited wagging, giving away the truth behind his words so easily that you can’t help but laugh at your stubborn boyfriend’s failed attempts.

✉️ mail received! sender: gorou

gorou is another prideful pup who carries his head high with his chest puffed out. his tail is almost never between his legs (unless that fox lady is nearby!) and he loves to act like a personal guard dog. however this makes him extremely tense sometimes, the fur on his tail bristling and standing straight at the mere sound of a vehicle passing by.

you have to laugh at your boyfriend, stroking the soft fur of his tail in reassurance whenever he gets worked up over the smallest things.

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a soft growl falls from the lips of your boyfriend, your eyes moving from the television to where he’s stood by the window, watching the streets below - sometimes it bewildered you how good his hearing was.

“gorou? what on earth is it?” your brows knit together in confusion as you raise to your feet, wandering to the tense puppy as he bares his teeth to something out of your line of sight. he doesn’t respond minus a quiet whimper at your approach, his ears flattening for a moment before a car door slams and they perk almost instantly again.

your eyes notice the postal van parked outside the apartment complex and you try to hide your laugh behind your hand, shaking your head, “it’s just the post, baby!”

gorou makes a small noise akin to that of embarrassment, clearing his throat as he looks away. his tail noticeably relaxes, hanging by his leg as his ears press to his head.

“uh- yeah? so?” he pouts, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly when your fingers brush through the ginger fur of his tail, humming softly.

“nothing, nothing at all, my love,” you grin, pressing a kiss to his warm cheek.

✉️ mail received! sender: thoma

thoma is keen to be the helping hand around the house, especially when you work. he’s nailed every chore down, perfecting them within weeks of the pair of you dating. he uses his heightened senses to your advantage too, picking up the foul waft of something gone off in the fridge before it can even be detected by your nose. it’s not unusually to catch the ginger mopping the laminate floors of your apartment, his tail wagging as he does what he loves most.

sometimes friends and family applaud him for being such an ideal househusband and thoma will simply whine in embarrassment, floppy ears twitching as his tail tucks between his knees and his fingers fumble with whatever he’s holding.

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the apartment smells heavily of bleach, you note as you stretch your limbs, burying your face into sheets that smell of fresh cotton - thanks to thoma completing a load of washing the day prior. you groan as you wake up - not in distaste for your boyfriend’s love of chores, no, simply because you’re awake with the sunlight glowing into the bedroom once again. you swear your dreams are only lasting five minutes.

“you’re awake?” thoma perks up curiously, his head peeking around the door. there’s indeed a mop in his hands and he’s made a small ponytail out of his bangs to keep them out of his eyes. the sight makes you laugh into the pillows.

“mhm,” you hum, rubbing your eyes as you roll onto your back with another half energised stretch of your arms, “what time is it?”

the puppy makes a noise, his nose twitching - you do wonder how he works with bleach so much with that nose of his - as he reaches into his jean pocket and pulls out his phone, “10am, was i too loud?”

you shake your head, catching the way thoma balances the mop against the wall so he can enter the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed. a ginger tail curls around his lap but you reach a hand over, fingers buried into the thick fur. thoma grins, watching you contently when he notices your eyelashes fluttering shut once more.

✉️ mail received! sender: diluc

diluc remains a very reserved man even as a puppy - you don’t blame him at all, you’d discussed his past a few months into dating and you’d sworn promises that you’d never hurt him. after a few weeks, diluc has almost entirely warmed up to you. he’s a very loyal puppy, even if he’s not excitable or needy, or even clingy.

his loyalty extends as far as working alongside you in your coffee shop, tending to making drinks and keeping on top of the dishes. the kids love him! he’ll even crouch down for them and let them touch at his ears - as long as they’re gentle.

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you hear the excited exclaims of children and a smile grows on your face, turning your heard to glimpse at the twins who are regulars alongside their mother but you know precisely why and that is narrowed down to your boyfriend, who stands with perked up ears when he recognises those familiar childish giggles.

he turns on his heels, ruby eyes twinkling as he crouches before the two of them. his hands continue to work idly on drying a mug with a cloth, his tail swaying slowly behind him as the twins glance between his tail, his face and his ears - they’re almost vibrating with the excitement they can’t contain.

“well? do you want to touch?” he prompts, his deep voice spooking the twins. small chubby hands reach up, fingertips brushing against the dark fur of his pointed ears in amazement as if they’d never touched them before. it’d become a routine for the three of them, diluc was beginning to cherish the twins. it was a sweet sight, one that you had to pull your gaze away when the steamed milk before you is done.

you continue to make the drink in question - one that is specifically for the twins’ mother. she raises her gaze from her children to thank you as you slide her drink towards her, a smile adorning her face, “come on you two, we have to go deliver this to daddy at work.”

the two pout, bidding your boyfriend farewell as they join hands, following their mother’s steps as she leaves the coffee shop. diluc stands, stretching his shoulders as his eyes glance over at you. he sees that playful grin you wear and a small scoff comes from him, clearing his throat as he continues drying the dishes.

✉️ mail received! sender: aether

aether knows exactly how to get what he wants, he has the definition of puppy eyes when those golden eyes you love so much look at you, innocent and pleading and his hands clasped together in a begging motion - but he’s such a good boy, how could you ever deny your boyfriend? his tail wags feverishly, knocking against everything in the nearby vicinity, including you but you simply can’t fault him.

he’ll do whatever you ask of him, obediently and almost instantly too. he recognises that running tedious errands for his beloved girlfriend will always get him what he wants in the long run, even though he never asks for much.

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there are those damned eyes again, you think as you bite your lip. he’s attempting to use them on someone other than yourself however and it’s most obviously not working. you squeeze his hand, his fingers tangled with yours as he snaps his attention to you, golden ears perked up - a telltale sign that he doesn’t care about what he’s attempting to puppy eye his way to.

“come on, we have ice cream - it’ll melt, aeth,” you comment, tugging at his hand as you pull him away from the street food vendor, “anyways you ate not that long ago.”

“i’m a growing pup,” he defends with a pout, his tail wagging back and forth contently as the two of you continue to walk home. you send him a look, your eyebrow raised and he sends a sheepish smile back, “okay, maybe i’m a grown pup.”

“that’s more like it,” you taunt, grinning as he huffs with a whine, rolling his eyes, “it’s takeout night tonight, don’t be too greedy.”

the puppy’s eyes sparkle at the reminder, a smile growing on his face as he nods and lifts your joined hands, littering your knuckles in feather light kisses. you roll your eyes this time, squeezing his hand once more in a returned act of affection towards your boyfriend. he grins playfully, leaning over to press a kiss to your lips instead when he grows tired of your knuckles.

✉️ mail received! sender: childe

he’s a mischievous fox, albeit still very cunning. childe likes to keep you on your toes every chance he gets, testing your patience virtually every day since you met him. he does sometimes wonder why you fell for him but he doesn’t voice it out loud, instead opting to tease you for falling for his charming looks. you merely argue back that he knows exactly why you fell for him. the sly fox doesn’t deny.

as much as he may love his pranks, taunting his girlfriend with a grin, they don’t always work in his favour. if only it wasn’t for those pointy red ears and bushy tail that ruined his fun.

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the house is silent. that’s never a good sign, childe doesn’t sleep this early in the afternoon unless it’s with you. you’d memorised the routine of your fox boyfriend in the year you’d been together, down to every last detail. this silence could only mean one thing - trouble.

you don’t call out his name, knowing it’s futile as you step through the building. he hasn’t even kept the television on. the only sounds come from vehicles passing on the street outside, their sounds enhanced ever-so-slightly by an open window in the kitchen. you consider checking all your known locations for childe’s hiding spots, biting the inner of your cheek.

your eyes gloss over every last inch of the house that you can see, moving from room to room. the floor occasionally creaks beneath you, no matter how quiet you’re stepping - you curse buying such an old house on the market.

that’s when you catch it, in the middle of the lounge behind a couch. a pair of red, pointed ears with darkened tips and if you look closer, you can spot the white tip of a bushy tail peeking around the corner of the aforementioned couch. you grin, having caught the fox before he caught you.

you continue to act coy, slowly moving around towards the couch. he jumps up suddenly when you’re close enough, wrapping his arms around you from behind as his bushy tail sways playfully. sharp fangs show as he grins, unaware that you’d know the whole time.

“there you are!” you gasp, turning in his arms to press your chest to his. childe chuckles, leaning down to capture your lips with his. he tastes sweet, you narrow it down to the berries he snacks on in between meals.

“you knew, didn’t you?” his hot breath fans across your face and you grin, running your fingers through tresses of bright orange hair as you nod. he puffs his cheeks, scowling as he realises that once again, his own appendages had ruined his fun again.

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