riddlesrose

[riddlesrose]

oddly specific fontaine hcs!

w/ lyney, lynette, ferminet, focalors, charlotte, wriothesely & neuvillette

cw; posted before the release of any of them so this is most likely going to look very ooc in a few weeks

lyney 

i’d see bro being really good at cartwheels and handstands

orange juice man

very skilled with his hands, he gives good massages, he’s able to unstick those flat lego bricks from one another, and can type really quickly no matter the surface or device

almost tore the whole of fontaine apart when he lost his best deck of cards. turns out ferminet hid them and lynette played along like she knew nothing

lynette 

fantastic cook, cooks for her brothers all the time when they say ‘please lynette?’ with their big bug eyes, she never says no..

apple juice gal

once threatened to physically attack a man if he did not leave her and her brothers alone

can do a front and back flip from standing 

freminet

has a collection of small figurines that only lyney and lynette know about

fruit punch guy

secretly has watched all the tinkerbell movies and cried during the neverbeast one. me too dude me too.

very picky eater, the twins help him find good places to eat when they’re not home, and lynette cooks or preps meals for when her and lyney aren’t going to be home, thought fermi promises he can cook for himself

fermi is the nickname i now call him

focalors

kind of implied canon but loved arguing with people, even if she knows she's wrong at one point, she’ll just egg them on until she’s had enough

does NOT like zhongli. no explanation.

attacks kids online 

knows fluent sign language

an absolute menace to ask for a favour, she’ll do it no doubt but she’ll ask for six things in return, roll her eyes so far into the back of her head and drag her feet but when she comes back she’s basically bouncing off the walls, she meant absolutely none of what she asked for or said . she just likes teasing

charlotte

weirdly good at cards, lyney onced challenged her to a simple game of cards when he heard her boasting about being the best in fontaine at cards, needless to say lyney never asked charlotte to play cards again. 

had a pet duck as a kid (it wasn’t hers, she just found a family of ducks at a pond one day and cried when it swam away from her)

also attacks kids online

allergic to peanuts and vinegar

wriothesely

fell down the stairs as a child. 

has a do not disturb aura surrounding him until he’s had his morning coffee and read the paper

scares adults more than children, kids are oddly drawn to him

diona wouldn’t mind him if they ever met but to klee, he’s another on the weird adult list

the ‘kid’ online. 

wrio is able to sleep anywhere honestly. cars? yes. trains? of course. the couch? where’s the blanket.

neuvillette

the bow in his hair was given to him by an elderly lady one day when she noticed him fighting with his hair, she told him to keep it, little does the sweet lady know, he still wears it subconsciously, as he doesn't want to fight with his hair again 

i feel like he’d be one to enjoy being around young people with their carefree lives, i think him and klee would get along, not diona though. 

does not like eggs??

#genshin impact #riddlesrose #genshin headcanons #genshin hcs #lyney #lynette #ferminet #focalors #charlotte #wriothesley #neuvillette #genshin lyney #genshin lynette #genshin ferminet #genshin focalors #genshin charlotte #genshin wriothesley #genshin neuvillette #lyney hcs #lyney headcanons #lynette hcs #lynette headcanons #ferminet hcs #ferminet headcanons #focalors hcs #focalors headcanons #wriothesley hcs #neuvillette hcs #wriothesly headcanons #neuvillette headcanons

[riddlesrose]

but the real question is who do i write for.

hi guys i’m still alive . kind of want to write smth rn .. might do it … probably will ……..

[riddlesrose]

hi guys i’m still alive . kind of want to write smth rn .. might do it … probably will ……..

#riddlesrose #i live bitches

[riddlesrose]

that’s all, for real

w/ scaramouche

cw; none just very very very ooc scar bcs i just want to see him cared for but by a roommate instead of s/o 👁️

the cold winter weather covered the outside like a shaken snow globe. whisping winds and unique snowflakes flew from every which direction as they pleased.

the current show you were watching was some reality tv drama series about a girl who’s really annoying and all the male leads like her and whatnot, stupid old movies that look the same.

you picked up your phone, the time read ‘12:28 pm’, that’s weird, your roommate should’ve been back by now, but considering the weather… probably reasonable he’s late.

mindlessly scrolling through your phone, another half an hour passes and scaramouche still isn’t back. you’re staying up to make sure he gets home and to see if he was actually going to eat something. (he usually waits until the morning to eat but then complains that he’s hungry and you’re taking too long making eggs.)

you decided on calling him instead of waiting with no answer, one ring, two rings, three rings, four- you’re thinking of hanging up, maybe he chose to stay at a friends place and just didn’t bother telling you, “what.”

“would ya look at that, where the hell are ya?”

“outside the fucking door. open it.”

“no.” with that, you hung up and grabbed the first modest sweater you found.

the short walk to the front door to your shared apartment was long enough to scaramouche that he started knocking annoyingly, but not loud enough to wake the neighbours annoying dog that barks every day.

when you opened the door, you didn’t move so that scaramouche could get inside, no, you stood in the door way fully aware he was trying to enter the apartment, “so, why was the princess late to the castle this time?”

he looked you straight in the eyes, “don’t call me that god damn you, let me in before my fingers fall off.”

“fine, fine, fine.”

“you’re stupid.”

“you’re annoying.”

“you’re dumb.”

“you’re.. yeah no i’m out, too late for insults, when are you going to sleep? never?”

“whenever i do, now go so i can change.”

you followed suit and left to your room. the tv was still on but you decided to switch channels to come adult animated show, whatever was on at 1am.

settling back into your covers, long turned cold, your door slowly reopens, “stay back ghosts, i swear i’m armed.” your tired voice made the scare tactic unable to be scary as the door fully opened and revealed scaramouche, cleanly changed and what looks like should be off to bed after his long ass day.

“off to bed? came to say goodnight? what a good roo-”

you couldn’t finish your sentence as scaramouch silently closed the door again and made his way over to you, and sat on the floor, leaning against your bed.

“hey?”

“it.. it’s cold.”

“it’s mid december, i get it, it’s cold as balls in here.”

the gentle tone gave scaramouche the ‘ok’ to shift from the floor onto your bed, seemingly awkwardly.

you placed a hand on his back, “no need to feel embarrassed, i understand.”

he dramatically falls on his back after you removed your hand and replaced it under the covers. there was momentary shifting before it stopped and you felt his knees brush yours, he was facing you.

with the tv long forgotten and just used as a dim light source, you could see the outline of scaramouche’s face. you took your finger and traced a star on his cheek,

“stop that.”

you traced another star on his forehead,

“hey-”

and another on his other cheek,

“seriously..”

“yes seriously, you’re handsome, accept that.” he didn’t reply, only moved himself a bit closer to you, only because you were warm, that’s all, not because he secretly enjoyed the company and care, nope, not at all.

scaramouche’s bangs hung down across his forehead while you observed his tv lit features.

his hair was soft as you brushed his bangs back with your fingers and pressed the smallest, lightest kiss on his forehead. scaramouche was taken aback, he wasn’t expecting that. last person who ever did that was his mother. he hasn’t seen her in years.

aas he was still processing things you pulled him closer so that he’s be laying against you if he were to lay his head down flat, which he did after you shifted him over.

you wrapped an arm around his torso, and ran the other ran through his hair, slightly massaging his head in the process. thanks to you, sleep came easy to scaramouche that night unlike most of the previous nights. but only because you were warm, that’s all.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #genshin comfort #ooc scaramouche

[riddlesrose]

kkt & some kinks

w/ kaeya, kazuha & thoma

cw nsfw

kaeya [hair pulling]

kaeya has always had long hair, he loved it because he was never bored of it. he could style it, dye it or cut it and it would just grow back eventually. but he discovered his hair pulling kink when one day, you grabbed a handful of his hair and made him look at you, just playfully, but he enjoyed it more than you thought he did. until about a week later he asked you, in a small voice, “would you… perhaps… pull my hair again..?” with an attempt of a teasing wink afterwards.

it only escalated from there because you used it to your advantage, kaeya wasn’t paying attention? grab his ponytail and make him look at you when you’re talking.

often times, you’ll just pull his hair playfully, forgetting what it does to him. you’ll come home from an outing with a friend and find him on the couch facing away from the door watching some junk tv show you’re not interested in, and since the couch was facing the other way, kaeya didn’t see you behind him while you threaded your fingers into his hair, gripping it near the nape of his neck and moving his head over the back of the couch so you had enough room to give him a kiss. that night ended up with kaeya’s neck at your mercy because he found it so intoxicating to be held over the couch like you did only earlier.

kaeya likes to pretend things like this don’t have an effect on him, they do, they really do. there’s no hiding it when he’s at a loss for words and only able to let breaths and moans out.

he also loves the look of his neck decorated in those red marks the morning after, and how he’s going to cover them when he goes to work. sometimes he does, sometimes he doesn’t; but gets in trouble..

kazuha [mirrors]

please please please fuck him in front of a mirror. make him look at himself and then tell him how beautiful he is. he’ll try his hardest to not let the tears in his eyes fall when you stop any and all kind of movement to just hold him by the waist from behind and whisper the things you love about him, like his hair or the way he cries, it’ll have him leaning impossibly farther into your chest and throwing his head back onto your shoulder while his tears fall freely down his reddened cheeks.

while sitting behind kazuha with him on your lap you’d reach around in front of him and make him look at himself. “kazuha, baby, look at you… you’re so gorgeous.”

his untied hair lay dormant against your shoulder and chest while you’d roam your hands freely around his chest and milky thighs, leaving his dick untouched, which he’d whine about, but the whines fell upon dead ears as you continued to praise him and shower him with words of affection and pure truth.

you then removed your hands from his body and he made a sound of confusion, “if you can tell me which word i spell, i’ll continue.” which kazuha agreed to quite quickly.

you wiped the stray tears from his eyes and kissed under both eyes and then his lips then motioned for him to look into the mirror again. you traced out the word ‘wanderer’ letter by letter onto his chest, letting him guess each letter before going onto the next. some crocodile tears were shed after you swiped your fingers all the way down his chest to sit on his thighs. his hands moved from holding anywhere he could grab that wasn’t himself to lay on top of your hands.

with a kiss to his shoulder you caressed the backs of his hands, “now, fuck yourself.”

kazuhas face flushed an angry red as he looked at you from his reflection in the mirror, “what?” he whispered in shock.

“you heard me.”

thoma [temperature]

it all started the day you dropped an ice cube down his shirt on a hot summer day. the shock it gave his body made him feel all these things an ice cube shouldn’t.

no one should be feel aroused by an ice cube, it was the way he could feel every movement of the cube as it slid down his back over every muscle and where it melted to create a wet circle near the bottom of his shirt.

thoma really liked when you used his vision against him, since he was a pyro user, having an ice cube slide over his chest or thigh felt entirely different than it would if he had an electro vision, he’s sure he’d be feeling numb and tingly, but with his pyro infused body the temperature change messes with his senses and sends him into a frenzy of hot and cold.

maybe pop an ice cube into your mouth and let your tongue get cold before making out with him, but maybe don’t forewarn him that you’ll be cold, let him figure that out after it happened.

when winter rolls around, thoma is a great personal heater to have around to keep you warm but reward him a little for his hard work lately, maybe fuck him in the snow.. let the snow around melt a little, grab a handful and watch it melt on his back, or chest, or thighs.

i promise, it’ll have him questioning why he’d never see snow as useful things before.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin #kazuha x reader #kaedehara kazuha x reader #kaeya x reader #thoma x reader #dom reader #sub genshin #bottom character

[riddlesrose]

those three words.

pairing; xiao

quick angst bcs i like pain

“i love you.”

why won’t you say it again? the three words xiao longs to hear? the sickening feeling of sadness gnaws at his stomach as he holds your unmoving body close to his. all he could wish for is for you to open your eyes and tell him it’s some sick joke, by archons he’d be so happy, he’d probably laugh.

he’d laugh just to hear you laugh with him, so why won’t you laugh? his grip tightens around your head as he holds it close to his own, touching your forehead to his as he holds back bitter tears while rain poured over him.

long ago, xiao promised himself he’d stop crying over mortals. he stuck to that for so long, until now. the guilty feeling eats away at him like a starved wolf, why wouldn’t you trust him? you always did, so why not now? why didn’t you call his name? he would have, no could have saved you, saved you from the cruel end of your existence.

your clothes were tattered and ripped, body rough and bloody, the rain continued to pour over yourself and xiao and he refused to move.

lightning cracked overhead as the grass and flowers shifted behind him, “xiao you’ll get sick if you stay out here.”

xiao exhaled as he lowered your body away from his only slightly, refusing to take his eyes off you, “morax, surely you-”

zhongli, who xiao still calls morax, cut him off and sighed, “i’m sorry, xiao, i can’t.”

xiao fell silent again. he knew it was a stupid question, but he felt as if he had to try. surely resurrection is a possibility for an archon?

“with my gnosis gone, i am merely a human being.” xiaos eyes widened, he’s no longer the geo archon? what happened to his gnosis?

“i’m sorry, i should have told you-”

xiao stood up, carrying your body in his arms, and turned away from the gnosis-less geo archon, “forget it.” he coldly snapped.

zhongli remained silent. xiao hadn’t looked at him their entire interaction but he knew of the pain written all over xiao’s face. dare he say sadness? zhongli abided by xiao’s cold demand and exhaled, “as you wish…”

xiao waited until he could no longer hear zhongli’s steps on the wet grass to teleport away to a quiet place, a place he had discovered on accident which held home to a bed of qingxin flowers, beautiful and untouched by the human eye, it was simply too difficult of a location to reach.

xiao fell to his knees, holding you oh-so closely, despite the blood seeping onto his clothes, your hand fell through his arm and he was quick to take hold of your limp fingers, somewhat hoping he’d feel the slightest movement.

xiao held onto a false sense of hope, he thought of every scenario possible but they all ended up the same. you’re never coming back to him. he’s never going to return to the wangshu inn to a bowl of almond tofu and a smiling face like yours. he’s never going to get to see you run around with the liyue kids during a festival, or celebration. he’ll never get to hear you say that you love him anymore. never. never. never.

with trembling, bloody hands, xiao set you down in the bed of flowers, painting a few a shade of red he’d never seen before and hopes to never see again. a few raindrops fell from his messy hair onto your torso as he hang his head over you, examining the wound that could never close, the wound that ended your life. it looked brutal and he knew it hurt.

xiao’s eyes took in your form as you lay there motionless in the silence of the mountains, the only thing to be heard was xiao’s uneven breathing. only he was the one to hear it though.

as his brain flew a million thoughts a minute he felt a warmth across his checks and for the shortest, most hopeful moment of his life, he had thought it was your hands holding him close like you did only the night before.

in truth, it was only his tears. the salty, bitter tears of reality. you were never going to hold him close again. he was never going to experience the feeling of your hands ever again. what was once warm and welcoming now lays cold and bloody.

as a few tears continued to make their way down his reddened checks he took your hand in his own and pressed it to his forehead and spoke the three words he should have sooner, when you’d be able to hear them—enjoy them, “i love you.”

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin #xiao #genshin xiao #xiao x reader #xiao angst #genshin angst #angst #no happy ending #lmao i hate myself

[riddlesrose]

“i want a kiss.”

pairings; riddle, vil, azul, silver

it’s not a question, it’s a demand 🗣

riddle rosehearts

“really…? here?!”

the preparations for an unbirthday took longer than expected and you’ve been away from riddle all day. lest he be left alone for a single moment, he’s expected somewhere else.

the preparations were not in vain, however, the unbirthday party looked as beautiful as ever. the biggest table, we’re you, trey, rook and riddle were to be seated was in the middle of it all.

surrounded with other tables and decorations, the environment was all around happy. the stack of sweets on your table made your mouth water just looking at them, trey did a wonderful job as always. (with your help as well, of course.)

riddle didn’t seem to be as happy and relieved as you three were, he seemed… disappointed?

cater beat you to him, “riddle, hey, why so sad?”

riddle looked up at cater right away and put on a fake face, trying to make it seem like he was fine, but it more or less looked like he was about to cry, which is not what he was going for.

you placed a hand on cater’s shoulder and ushered him away with trey.

“what’s wrong with mr. housewarden rosehearts?” you teased.

his face contorted at the name.

“i jest, but really, the party looks great, people are happy and-”

he cut you off, “i don’t want it to happen again.”

you felt sympathetic for him, he hasn’t let the guilt go of his overblot… “that wasn’t your fault nor will it happen again, i promise.”

“yeah? you think so?”

“oh, i know so,” a smug smile crossed your face, “i’ll keep you in a good mood, starting now with-” you raised your hand to his chin and moved his face away from yours so his cheek was facing you, and placed a kiss upon it. “starting with that.”

his hand flew up to his cheek, and he flushed like a red rose.

“so easy to tease~”

vil schoenheit

“you deem yourself worthy?”

“i do, yes, now c’mere,” you held out your hand as a way of beckoning him over.

vils violet eyes drifted over to his bed, where you were seated. the canopy that hung over the headboard sparkled in the sun that trickled through the window.

vil schoenheit, the most beautiful man in school and that you’ve ever seen, took your hand as you guided him to sit next to you on his bed. he sat beside you with a brush in hand.

his blonde and lilac hair was done beautifully, he took great care of his hair, appearance and even how he smelt. his face was flawless, spotless. the pale, smooth skin of his face looked too soft for words yet so desirable to touch.

he started to run his lanky fingers through your hair while brushing it into the style of his choosing, “i have a proposition,” his voice was like a sweet flower, so beautiful.

“is that so?” you smiled and tilted your head to the side so that vil could reach the opposite side of your head.

“yes, you let me do some makeup on you and..”

“and?” you turned to him, letting your hair fall in place, how vil styled it.

“no, no and, just let me make you look even more beautiful.” he lead you to his vanity. you agreed.

he worked delicately at your face while avoiding messing up your hair, even though he could re do it.

being so used to it all, you closed your eyes and let him work away and move your face however he deemed he needed.

“part.” you parted your lips, he sounded focused. the pop of the gloss signalled you he was finishing up his job, which was quick, making it a natural look. the gloss was smooth and felt silky. cold and shiny.

rubbing your lips together, spreading it around, you waited for vil to let you know he was fully finished.

he replaced the gloss in his drawer but grabbed a lipstick instead, “not done?”

he leaned closer to his mirror, “touch up,” he mumbled.

the lipstick was a beautiful shade of purple, one you hadn’t seen before, you took a place beside him, looking at yourself in his full length mirror while he applied the purple paste,

“okay, one final thing,” he reached his hand out for you to come closer, as close as comfort let, and pressed his lips against your cheek, leaving a purple kiss mark on your in its place.

“now, you’re done.”

you wore the purple mark around all day. not daring to remove it, ignoring all the looks and questions.

azul ashengrotto

“oho~ a kiss?”

as you sauntered over to where azul was working on some papers, his facade began to fall lose a bit. sure, he’s a confident guy, but not with you. you make his senses all tingly and his heart all soft. he truly can’t get enough of you.

the stack of papers he was working on was pushed aside by you as you sat very close to him in his booth. with your thighs touching, you left no room in between the two of you.

azul turned his torso towards you but leaned back as a blush crept up his neck, towards his ears.

the goosebumps he felt were un real, you were so close to him that you could see them forming. as he leaned back, you leaned forwards slowly, tauntingly.

since he was in the corner booth, there was a curve in the seat. the plush cushions showed a slight purple - blue hue under the lights of the lounge. azul tried to make a break for it, to prevent you from seeing his flustered face but you put an arm beside his head, on the corner of the booth.

‘damn this corner.’ azul couldn’t make up his mind whether he liked this side of you or he’d rather cower in his room right now.

thankfully, your arm stopped him from choosing the ladder, so he stayed in place, watching, waiting.

you stopped mere inches from his own face as you examined his full eyelashes, his beautiful lips and perfectly placed beauty mark, under his bottom lip.

he was becoming more flustered the more you stared at him, impatient too, that he pouted a bit. his bottom lip protruded his top lip and it made him loop impossibly more cute.

“pouting, are we?” you tease.

“am not!” he retorted. he most definitely was not pouting. never in a million years would you catch him pout like a child.

“you’re more likely to see my under water form before that, which you won’t.”

you took a second before replying, “baby-”

“now, if you do not mind-” he was interrupted by the kiss you ever so patiently waited for.

it was short, sweet, but meaningful. it left the second year dorm leader mumbling about his stack of papers with a red face, facing away from you.

his ears gave it away, they were quite the shade of red.

silver

“ ‘m awake, im a…wake…”

“malleus!” you shouted.

“malleus!” lilia copied you and your voice in a joking manner.

“dad, no-” silver cut himself off, he doesn’t usually call lilia his dad, either ‘father’ or just his name.

“awh, silver!~” lilia appeared behind silver in a blink of an eye, basically strangling him from how hard he was hugging him.

you had to peel him off like a banana peel so you five could continue your game.

friday nights are yours, lilias, malleus’, sebeks and silvers night for what lilia calls ‘family bonding’, which is not what it is, it’s more of a diasomnia sleepover. malleus liked the idea of being able to hang around and bond with his house mates so he agreed to host in his room, seeing as it was also the biggest.

“okay silver, your turn,” sebek pushed the dice towards silver. but he didn’t move to grab them.

“silver?” you shook his arm, “you’re sleeping again,”

he awoke slowly, like normal, “huh? sleeping, again? my bad,”

“don’t be sorry!” lilia chirped. “it is actually quite late, anyways so if you’d like to tap out, that’s cool.”

“you looked around for a clock, finding the digital one on malleus’ night stand, reading 12:49am.

“ten to one, it is pretty late,” sebek yawned, followed by silver then you.

“look at my three children, all sleepy and ready for bed,”

“lilia! we are not children,” you laughed, he sounded like a doting father. well, technically he is…

“well, silver’s already asleep again,” sebek pointed out, this time with silver’s head in your lap with your hand running through his hair, which made him fall asleep this time.

“i can get him up, silver, kiss please.”

his eyes opened almost immediately, “ ‘m awake, cmere,” he scrunched up his nose when he realized it was just a wake up tactic and not a for real statement.

“do you want-” you were cut off by silver creeping up and stealing a kiss from you.

“you said you wanted one, don’t,” he yawned, “don’t tease me,” and he fell back into your lap with a soft sigh.

sebek’s face was completely red, he feels as if he shouldn’t have witnessed what he did, malleus was unfazed and lilia looked like a freaking weirdo, he was ready to probably go crazy, his little silver being so impulsive, how crazy.

“lilia you look like you’re going to burst at the seams.” malleus looked over to him and caught a smile behind his hand.

sleep came easy after that, the cot you shared with silver was covered in blankets and pillows as silver liked to have options when he was conscious enough to make decisions, most of the time, however, your stomach or chest was his pillow and he was partially your blanket.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twst #azul ashengrotto #vil schoenheit #riddle rosehearts #silver #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul x reader #vil shoenheit x reader #vil x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle x reader #silver x reader #kisses

[riddlesrose]

hands around my (his) waist

pairings; diluc, thoma, gorou

we’re hand in hand, chest to chest, and now we’re face to face, I WANNA TAKE YOU AWAY, LETS ESCAPE INTO THE MUSIC, DJ, LET IT PLAYYY

diluc

when he felt you snake your arms around his waist from behind his place at the bar, he sighed.

“couldn’t wait until i got home?” he asked.

“no…” truth is, he’s been working all week, even on a saturday night, which you found a tad too much, but seeing as it is his business, you can sometimes understand. tonight is an exception, clearly. 

the poor man could barely move, let alone serve drinks to the patrons seated on the bar stools in front of him. 

when you made no effort to release him from your hold, let alone take you face off his back, he decided it was time to let charles take over and go home for the night. 

once he’d finished up inside he met you by the back door of the tavern.

this time, it was him with a hand around your waist as you walked back to dawn winery together, admiring the beautiful night sky; the moon and stars.

thoma 

his day usually consisted of awakening at a very early hour, probably six or so, to clean in and around the kamisato estate. he would make ayaka and ayato their normal breakfasts and would make sure they were ready for the day. 

but when today consisted of you not letting him clean or cook, he wondered why. he set down the broom he was haphazardly pushing around, since you wouldn’t let go of your hold against him, and he sighed.

 “is there something bothering you?” his kind eyes made you feel peaceful, but not at ease. 

being stubborn, you waited a bit before replying, “no, no, nevermind, i’ll see you after you’re done here.” thoma could see through your fake smile with an easy eye. 

he didn’t want to bother you so he let you walk out. 

later that day, after he had finished his daily work, he made his way to the only place he could figure you’d be; the komore teahouse. 

and lo and behold, there you were, leaning against your palm chatting away to tarumaru. 

the small teahouse mascot let out a happy woof when thoma entered, drawing your attention to him. 

hopping off of your chair, you made your way directly to thoma. he took approximately two steps forward before you crashed right into his chest.

you didn’t know if it was his pyro vision or the fact that he had just worked but he was really warm. you wrapped your arms around his torso, gripping the back of his shirt and he wrapped his across your shoulders, gently stroking the back of your head.

no words were shared as you two stayed put in each others arms, enjoying the comfort you brought each other.

gorou

his days leading the resistance alongside kokomi were over, but he still has an army to train. 

he rarely takes days for himself, so you decided today was the day you’d force him to stay back and let himself feel taken care of. 

you had talked to kokomi the day prior and she loved the idea, she knew how hard gorou worked, even after the vision hunt decree was abolished, she agreed to let everyone, especially gorou, have the following day off. 

which bring you to where you are now, trying to convince the man himself to stay back today. he argued that he’s fine or that he doesn’t need a day off, to which, you disagreed. 

“i already talked to kokomi, she said it was fine, and actually she’s probably taking the day off too.” you both knew that wasn’t the case, but gorou finally complied. 

“okay, you little angry man, to start the day off,” you turned your back to him, “we’re going back to sleep.” you knew he hasn’t been getting good sleep, nor a full nights sleep in a while, so starting off a good day would be with proper rest. 

it took you basically dragging him by his tail to lay back down… he was acting like a cat who touched water, him being the cat and the bed being water. 

he had sat down on the edge of the bed and looked away, you knew he was hiding a small pout on his face so you, as quietly as you could, shifted over so you could grab him by the waist and drag him down with you. the sheets tossed and turned as he tried to pry his way out of your grip, but soon gave up.

he was shocked by the action at first but then more embarrassed than anything as he noticed you made no initiative to remove your hand from around his waist, falling asleep in the minutes you’d been laying there.

he soon too followed suit and curled up next to you, enjoying the warmth he felt all around him, he felt cared for.

mission success! (but really that was only the start to his special day off.)

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin scenarios #diluc ragnvindr #genshin diluc #diluc x reader #thoma #genshin thoma #thoma x reader #gorou #genshin gorou #gorou x reader

[riddlesrose]

make him regret it.

pairing; childe;tartaglia

cw shooting someone n all that pizzaz ; hired hitman au??? mafia au??? take it how you want

but srsly don’t read if you’re not okay with someone being shot, killed and all those things.

“why are you here.” his voice was harsh, cutting deep like a knife.

you didn’t reply. he knew exactly why you were here. you took a few steps forwards out of the shadows like some ominous horror movie. the taps of your feet echoed through the empty building. the floor was tile so it made it even louder.

“i want my money.” he didn’t budge. still standing with his back to you, he kept staring at the landscape painting in front of him.

“i say, you were hiding for quite a while, no?”

“don’t play coy with me you son of a bitch. i did what you asked. hell, i did more than what you asked. that one chick would not stop yappin her trap.”

childe still had his back to you. his grey suit top was neat and free of any outstanding wrinkles. his pants matched quite well with his getup except for his attitude. childe had the worst attitude of anyone you had worked for. if one thing had gone wrong in you assigned mission, you’d get scolded so quickly you didn’t even have time to think about what went wrong most times.

his foot shuffled to the right so he could spare you a proper glance. his ginger hair moved simply along his neck as he asked, “so i assume there was no witnesses?” as his eyes looked over your body.

“none.”

“was it messy? you seem to be quite clean.”

“not really.”

“anything to report?” he was now fully facing you. his hands were tucked in the pockets of his pants, fiddling with something, as you could see small movements.

“no.”

“good! then-”

his face contorted from being his normal self to one of mischief. something rarely seen in childe; since he was a very highly respected man, he needed to keep a reputation.

“time to play.” his smirk sent you wild with rage. all you wanted was the payout and to find your next job, but no, this man-child needs to play his little games before letting his little fish go swim in the sea once again.

within seconds, he was behind you. the air was tense and sickly. childe’s movements were fast, but you were just as fast.

it almost looked like a sparring session; how childe’s face looked joyous. it was sickening, he had basically beaten you black and blue but you beat him just as bad, he seemed to enjoy the sick thrill of the blooming blue and yellow bruises over his arms and legs, a large wound across his chest, sought out by your quick moving. he paid no regard to his injuries; nor yours, it was a battle to the death at this point.

you weren’t one to give up, you were going home.

childe had discarded his suit jacket long ago, exposing his white button up under shirt, now which is torn, battered and bloody.

you looked no better, nose bleeding, jacket also discarded with blooming bruises all over and blood dripping from just about everywhere.

at this point, neither of you knew where you were going to either pass out or die. exhaustion was settling in quick by now. you wished you had heeded others’ warnings about childe being a very dangerous man.

he definitely is.

after a particularly hard hit to the chest, you fell to your knees.

“looks like i win,” childe stood before you, and crouched. with being too momentarily weak, you didn’t move. he pushed a finger across your forehead and sighed, “you know,” he leant back a bit, “you had such a pretty face. why do a ruin it?” his mocking tone poured salt into the wound.

as you were about to respond, you tossed yourself to the side and coughed up blood. surprisingly, that was the first time either of you had. with all the blunt trauma to the chest, it seemed almost a given for blood to have been coughed up.

you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and wiped it across your thigh.

your piercing gaze met childe’s as he watched your every move. the air was still, silent and hot.

“now, are you ready to talk it out?”

“like fuck i am.” you made quick movements and swiped your leg across both of childe’s, surprisingly knocking him down. he seemed too engrossed in his ego; judging all too quickly that he had taken you down.

he groaned as his head hit the tile floor with a loud smack; definitely concussing him. he moved to rub the back of his head but was stopped by your foot taking place on his hand. you took his fall as an advantage, you stood over him and glared.

his blue eyes, now tainted with blood splatter across his face, looked up to you with fear. now he knows he fucked up.

there was no getting out of this one, you had the upper hand; the high ground. your heavy breathing slowly matched with his. the adrenaline of it all was crashing down, and diminishing quickly.

“i say, it’s,” you heaved in a breath and held your hip. “it’s your turn.”

childe looked confused. the hand that was holding your hip slipped into the side of your battered pants, his looked shifted from confusion to fear, very, very quickly. a shiny black handgun adorned his vision. his face drained of colour and he began to regret the day he was born.

your opposite hand reached across your body, albeit painfully, as it was compressing your injuries, and cocked the gun and aimed it directly at his forehead. directly for the kill.

the man below you looked scared. pure fear crossed his face as he stared at the gun. he knew this was his time. he was going to die; die at the hands of someone who really, really wants him dead.

at least that’s what he thought, you didn’t want him dead, you could have been on your way by now, if he had only complied and handed over the money.

your finger laid still on the trigger, second guessing yourself. you had killed many people before but why now? why must you be second guessing what you’re doing with your life? killing for money? that’s what crazy people do. but hell, you’re fucking crazy.

you made eye contact with childe for the last time. his cold eyes held no emotion. they were drained of anything and everything.

you stared. just stared at him. then, it clicked in your head. this man is a horrible person. he deserves to die.

this was no mission. there was no pay for killing this man. but the thrill of killing someone so sickening and so ghastly made you feel better about doing it. you smirked and your face contorted into one that could make any kid cry.

without a second thought, your finger pressed down on the trigger and childe was gone.

but question is, why didn’t he stop you?

bye bye childe 🗣🗣🗣

#genshin impact #childe #tartaglia #childe x reader #tartagalia x reader #genshin x reader #mafia au #cw shooting #genshin angst

[riddlesrose]

the names that stuck

pairings; twst guys !!

idk what to say other than rook is beautiful

“mon chéri” “mon amour” simple yet elegant french nicknames .. what can you say, he’s a man of class.

- rook hunt

“child of man” stuck for quite a while. he hadn’t a clue what he should call you other than your name until you eventually convinced him that ‘child of man’ wasn’t a suitable nickname anymore. he settled with ‘my love’ after some gentle thought.

- malleus draconia

i firmly believe that he would get easily flustered so he chooses to keep the nicknames to a minimal in public. when he gets you alone? different story, he still gets flustered but he’s able to push past it as he knows there’s no prying eyes around to judge him when he calls you his dearest or his beloved.

- riddle rosehearts

something you could say about him is that he’s odd. in a good way, but he’s odd. he’s not sophisticated like his brother or a prince like leona but he really likes giving sea themed nicknames to other people. you were no acception, “starfish” was the sea creature you had been given.

- floyd leech

he’s as polite as ever. a gentleman’s icon. there’s always a smile on his face, he’s always around and he’s willing to lend an ear whenever. simply being around him makes the world feel lighter; more relaxed. he’d never want to disrespect you so he uses very formal and elegant names towards you, mostly consisting of “my dear”.

- jade leech

being a prince, he’s been given praise since he could blink. the names that followed were all repeated time in and time out, but they were all recycled from his brother. he was the second born, therefore, not the first choice. when he gets the energy to have you around and still be awake, sometimes he’ll randomly tell you that you’re his. not even in a possessive way, just as an affirmation. he’s seen so much get given to his brother for being older that he just wants something to himself.

- leona kingscholar

okay. i know it’s cheesy but he’s cheesy like that. he’d go for “my cotton ball bat”. he argues that you’re cute and you look very squishable. but when he’s really feeling it, he’ll call you “my star”.

- lilia vanrouge

he’s a goofy man. a goofy man gives goofy nicknames. he’ll often walk into a room with you in it and make his presence known by “hello gorgeous!” all. the. time. he thinks you’re way better looking than any jewel or accessory he could get his hands on. he git his hands on the best. and, it’s a one of a kind wink wink

- kalim al-asim

writing is my own 👍

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #rook hunt #rook hunt x reader #malleus draconia #malleus draconia x reader #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #jade leech #jade leech x reader #floyd leech #floyd leech x reader #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #lilia vanrouge #lilia vanrouge x reader #kalim al asim #kalim al asim x reader

[riddlesrose]

roses

pairing; riddle

twst is my new fav thing right now so 🧍‍♀️

when riddle first met you, he hadn’t officially met you. more like, saw you. there wasn’t anything better to do on a sunday afternoon after being settled into a dorm that looks like it hasn’t been cleaned in a few hundred years so you went with taking a walk around the campus, to familiarize yourself to something, anything, that would make you feel more comfortable in this place.

a bush of roses, bright red roses, caught your eye above everything else. there was a specific rose in particular that looked as if it was blooming much bigger than the rest. you crouched down beside the plant, steering clear of any small thorns that may be laying around or poking out of the bush. they all looked so delicate, as if you had only touched one it would crumble into dust. your gentle gaze moved between each little petal and dew drop on the rose that you hadn’t noticed yourself reaching towards it.

however, someone else did.

“don’t you think about picking that rose, or it’s off with your head!”

your head whipped around so quickly you thought you’d lose it if it was a screw.

“those roses are not to be picked or prodded with.” the voice came from a smaller built man, he was definitely a student… maybe a freshman?

“i’m sorry?” it was more of a question than an apology. one: you didn’t know who this person was or where he even came from, and two: you were pretty sure you weren’t going to pick the rose, it had thorns after all.

“well good, since we’re on the same page here, and you’re clearly not a heartstabyul student, i shall be going now.” with that, he turned on his heel and walked away. you were still staring in his direction, shellshocked.

he was talking so proper. was he a teacher? you didn’t know, but damn this school and all its fancy people. what’s next? a talking cat?- nevermind.

all writing is my own 👍

#twst #twisted wonderland #riddle #riddle rosehearts #riddle x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #this was very short and kinda rushed i am so sorry #twisted wonderland x reader

[riddlesrose]

destined meetings

pairings; giyuu & sanemi

i like giyuu and i like sanemi so here we are (also ik it might seem you’re the same person for the scenarios but ur not, in sanemis you’re already a demon slayer)

“just… stay put.”

giyuu tomioka

he had saved you from a demon that terrorized your town, you thought you had been left to die but giyuu thankfully showed up and ended the demons life.

you thanked him a hundred times before he tried to leave, but asked where you’d be staying before he did.

you replied, “i don’t know, maybe i’ll find an empty house…?”

that simply wouldn’t do, he didn’t want, nor needed, to be called back to the same town just to save the same person from the same situation.

he took you along with him to the butterfly mansion, the residents of which could take care of you, as he set off again on another mission.

sanemi under cut

“well aren’t you just peachy.”

shinazugawa sanemi

while occupying your time at the butterfly mansion, you’d seen a wide range of people. from strong hashiras, to less strong demon slayers, all of which, injured. the reason the majority was there, anyways.

“miss shinobu, are you sure i can’t go yet?”

“oh, i’m sure! you think leaving now, with that horrible wound on your back, is a good idea?” her smile was menacing, yet convincing enough.

reluctantly, you made your way back to your assigned room. you didn’t care about your injury, you wanted to go back on missions! you wanted to slay those damn creatures that killed the people of your town.

when you opened the sliding door, you almost jumped out of your skin when there was a man, who you didn’t know, was just sitting there. motionless, seemingly waiting for something or someone.

“excuse me, who are you?” you didn’t dare enter the room.

“who the hell are you?!” the man’s white hair definitely matched his tone of voice. spiky.

“i asked your first. but why are you in here- there- uh, my room! yeah, mine!”

the man looked taken aback. as if no one has ever given him sass before. he silently stood up and strutted towards your direction.

remaining silent, he pushed past you, knocking into your shoulder, clearly on purpose and walked off.

“jerk.” you snarled.

“asshole.” he replied.

after he was gone and you had settled back onto the bed, you tried to think who that could have been but your injury made it impossible to think. when that jerk rammed into you, it hit a weird muscle that made your back ache like no tomorrow.

“i’ll get him back. one day, definitely not today, but one day.”

all writing is my own , no reposts

#demon slayer #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #giyuu tomioka #shinazugawa sanemi #giyuu x reader #sanemi x reader #shinazugawa sanemi x reader #giyuu tomioka x reader #giyuu #sanemi

[riddlesrose]

types of nicknames you’d receive

pairings; lots and im not writing them all down 🙏

pls don’t blame me if these dont make sense i’m tired

you’d only receive a nickname like “my beloved” or “my dearest” with dramatic poses in sarcastic situations, but he can make it cute

— venti, hu tao

“love”. that’s it.

— zhongli, diluc

once, you were called “my little onikabuto” and you straight up left.

— the one and oni arataki itto.

they’re a spur of the moment nick name, you can never tell what it’ll be this time it’s like a game…

— kaeya, beidou, childe

rarely uses nick names, just goes straight for your name

— xiao, yanfei

can never call you your name again, it’s like they’re allergic to it

— hu tao, yoimiya, childe

the classic, “baby” , “babe”

— kazuha, thoma

accidentally called you “my flower”, once but hasn’t stopped

— albedo, ningguang

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #albedo x reader #xiao x reader #yanfei x reader #hu tao x reader #kaeya x reader #beidou x reader #ningguang x reader #childe x reader #tartagalia x reader #yoimiya x reader #kazuha x reader #thoma x reader #venti x reader #diluc x reader #zhongli x reader #itto x reader #arataki itto x reader

[riddlesrose]

a little adventure?~

pairing; hu tao

i like hu tao ok that’s it

when hu tao first met you, she’d though that you were like her. another person like her around would give zhongli twice the headaches but she didn’t care, just another customer if she drove him mad enough!

hu tao took a liking to you quite easily. first it was with coffin sales, she had seen you on a stroll and decided to grace you with her 25% off coffin deal, you however, had no need for a coffin or any funeral parlour business, you politely had to ask her to move on to another person.

after that, she kept seeing you more often, or rather, she pointed you out easier in a crowd.

“aya!~ is that who i think it is!”

“oh, tao! you’re just the person i was needing to see.”

“oya?~ is it funeral parlour business or hmm…” she placed a finger to her cheek and cocked her head to the side, “you just wanted to see me!”

“actually, both.” your meek smile made her confused.

“what ever could you mean?”

“well, long story short, i may or may not have rampaged a group of treasure hoarders, i want you to make sure the ones not actually dead… i would kind of feel bad if he was…”

you turned to walk off, hu tao following close behind.

“wouldn’t that make it more,” she stopped in her tracks, “fun!” she jumped in a star and shook her hands around, trying to make a scene.

you playfully rolled your eyes and continued your hike back to the treasure hoarders’ camp.

it didn’t take long, with a few stops to make sure you were in the right areas before continuing, it had only taken around an hour or so to walk back.

“so to say, he’s been out for around two hours, probably more with how many times you wanted to see if a pile of leaves was a dead animal…”

she seemed to ponder that phrase. hand on her hip, other tapping away at her cheek, deep in though. “aha! that’s a perfect idea, me!” the hand on her cheek shot in the air.

“what if i started taking animals as customers!”

you thought on it. “you know, that might not be so bad…”

“oh~? agreeing with me? hu tao? am i sure i have the same person?”

“yes, it’s me, and actually i think you’d find you’d make a killing taking different species as customers.”

she looked at you blank faced for a moment then her face contorted into laughter.

“you-!” even though the joke wasn’t that funny, she found it hilarious.

“i have to tell zhongli this one after!”

while you two were cracking some jokes and having a great time, you had failed to notice the treasure hoarders you had come to check on, had awoken and boy, was he mad.

once he saw you off to the side, he reencountered what had happened before. all he was trying to do was pick on some little old lady and be off with his day but nooo, someone had to be the hero and save the woman, knocking him out in the process. he had forgotten the rest or how he’d actually been knocked unconscious but all he knew was that who ever did it, was standing, back faced towards him.

being a treasure hoarders, he was quite stealthy. leaving you to not realize he was inches away from sweeping you off your feet and attacking you. what the hoarder had failed to notice, himself, was the girl with a flaming polearm, ready to attack him first.

thankfully, hu tao had noticed the man awakening, making no sudden movements, she prepared herself to take him out before he got anywhere close to making her closest friend her next client.

with the butt end of her polearm, she swiped you out of the way and went straight for the man. you, having no idea the man had awoken, were quite honestly confused. she didn’t intend to actually hurt him, only scare him enough to make his run for it. the hoarder seemed to have none of her counter attacks and went to attack her once again.

since hu tao wielded a vision, it made the fight quite one sided but after a few moments you had realized she’d been fighting him for fun. she could have easily knocked him back unconscious but she was carefully, and very skillfully, maneuvering her way around his attacks and dealing hers.

getting the upper hand, she had begun to turn cocky.

“aya~ why won’t you attack me? too scared to hit a woman?”

this sent the man spiralling. after having had enough of hu tao’s bantering, he finally took his shot at taking the upper hand. he bent down, almost looking like he was giving up, but he ruffled his hand though the grass and picked up a rock. it wasn’t huge but if definitely wasn’t a pebble. big enough to leave someone needing stitches if thrown.

the hoarder looked around, and spotted you. you were still dumbfounded at the scene before you so you were a bit defenceless, which he found to be perfect. he threw the rock at you, so that you’d react and so would hu tao. he’d take hu tao’s worrying into play as she let her guard fall to make sure you weren’t actually hurt.

the hoarder sprung into action and landed a hit directly onto the side of hu tao’s face. causing her to stumble back.

“oh i see, this is how we’re playing now? then let’s-!”

*thwack!*

as quick as he’d thrown that rock, you had gotten up and began your revenge attack. one of the pervious treasure hoarders had dropped his shovel and ran off, so, you took that shovel and smacked the hoarder across the back of the head. once again, not enough to kill him but enough to make his ears ring for hours. he stumbled around and tried to grip onto something for support, causing him to twirl around, the proceed to fall to the ground.

while the hoarder was dancing around, you had grabbed hu tao’s hand and started running back to liyue harbour.

the way back seemed much shorter.

huffing, you both came to a halt at the big entrance to the harbour. you both doubled over, hands on your knees, trying to catch some breath before talking.

you gained your breath before she did, “oh archons i’m so sorry! i didn’t mean for you to get hurt!”

“h-hey.. don’t worry, i’m alright, just a little… out of breath still.” you crouched down to see her face, since she was still leaned over, you could.

your eyebrows knit together in worry.

“does it really look that bad?”

“it’s swollen and red, tao, i’m really sorry. we can go to bubu pharmacy if you’d like?”

she touched a hand to her cheek lightly, then winced when she realized it did in fact hurt, quite a bit.

“yes, please. i think that would be the best place to go right now, i don’t want to hear a lecture from mr. zhongli!”

her bright demeanour was quickly returning. nonetheless, you still felt horrible for letting this happen to her.

while on the way up the, what felt like hundreds of stairs, you suddenly remembered who occupied the back side of the pharmacies till.

“no trying to bury qiqi this time, either!”

“aya!~ you soiled my plans!”

“we can go back to the parlour if you’d like?”

“nope. no burying qiqi, gotcha!”

all writing is my own, no reposts, edits or translations.

#hu tao #genshin imagines #genshin impact #genshin x reader #hu tao x reader

[riddlesrose]

mistletoe?

pairing; xiao

modern setting 👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻

xiao wasn’t always one to decorate and celebrate for the holidays. that was, until he met you. coincidentally, it was in the winter time when he and you ran into each other, literally. you were in a rush with last minute shopping, and actually, so was he. it seems like fate was in both your sides because that wasn’t the last time you saw him.

now, in his gorgeous house, he shares his bed every night, his mornings, his meals, his life, with another. once alone, now seconded to you. he’ll never forget the day you two properly talked to each other, though he won’t admit it, xiao thinks about it often.

his cheeks were pink, along with his nose and ears, xiao looked cold even if he didn’t admit it. he wouldn’t. he childishly thought he’d look ridiculous in a hat and a scarf. mistakes were made, lessons not learnt, and you learned that the hard way while trying to make him at least bring a hat just in case. he’d always say he’d be fine, or wouldn’t be cold, but on occasions he’s secretly admitted to you being right.

with the winter season only being a few months, he figured he may as well get into some spirit.

“xiao, do you-”

“fine.” after a month of asking, he finally gave in.

“really?” your eyes must have looked twice their normal size. you’ve been asking to do something around the house to make it look less… xiao and more winter-ish.

“don’t make me second guess myself…” all giddy, you raced up to xiao—who was on the couch by the fireplace, and embraced his figure, it was slightly awkward but you didn’t care, honestly nor did he.

“you’re the best.” you whispered, as your face was right beside his. before fully pulling away, you have him a quick peck on the cheek.

xiao quickly got up, to match your stance and pulled you back into him. he reached around and grabbed ahold of your waist, keeping you in place and his other hand went to grab something from his pocket.

“xiao, what…” you didn’t need to finish your sentence was his hand quickly retracted from his pocket, with a closed fist.

his hand laid station on your waist as he raised the other above your heads.

you looked at him confused, his amber eyes meeting yours, he nodded his head up, as in signalling you to watch his hand. a piece of his teal dyed hair fell over his eye, so you swiped it away and tucked it behind his ear before looking up to where his hand.

he let a small, what looked to be leaf fall from his hand, it was attached to a red string so it didn’t fall too far from its last resting place.

the green leaves and small berries swung with the motion of being dropped, then you realized what it was.

“mistletoe?” you drew you eyes away from what you now know to be a small bit of mistletoe, to gaze at him instead.

he had been watching you the whole time, not bothering to look at the mistletoe.

the hand that tucked the hair back from his face laid upon his shoulder, you took that hand and placed it on the edge of his jaw.

xiao wasn’t one to smile like a child but it’s not like he was a statue either, needless to say, you were called the more approachable one in the relationship.

but the way he was smiling, it sent your heart in a craze. he looked so gentle, welcoming. his eyes didn’t show signs of boredom or disinterest, he looked purely enamoured with the situation.

he was the one to take the lead, he tightened the grip on your waist a little more so you’d be impossibly closer, you could just about feel his heartbeat. the house was calm, the fireplace crackling behind you, the tv on low volume, the snow falling outside, everything tonight seemed perfect.

the atmosphere made it feel like right here, right now was the place in the world to be. he let his arm fall, as it had gone a bit numb, he dropped the mistletoe and gently grabbed ahold of the back of your head. pulling your head in, you let him, and he met his lips with yours.

smiling into it, you pushed yourself a little closer, to reach a different angle. the hand around your waist moved to your back, xiao traced lines up and down you back, gentle enough to give you chills.

seeming as if time stopped, you felt breathless. not wanting, but needing to break away for air, you stayed against xiaos chest, with your foreheads leant on each other.

heavy breaths were all that were audible, leave for the fireplace once again crackling at a new piece of wood it found.

“guess you can say you really left me breathless.”

“no cheesy jokes—that wasn’t even a good one, xiao,”

“also where did you get this idea, not that time complaining.”

he pondered for a minute, he shrugged, “i guess i just felt like it?”

“good enough for me.”

giving him another kiss you broke away,

“now… how about those decorations?”

“you-! i thought that would have distracted you…”

“nope!”

all writing is my own, no reposts, edits or translations. 

#xiao x reader #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin xiao #xiao

[riddlesrose]

he’s always there

pairing; kaeya

sad??? but then it’s not

can be taken either in a relationship or friendship kinda way it’s basically just comfort

music could no longer drown out the sounds of another argument. the voices weren’t stopping and you were pretty sure you heard a mug or glass get thrown. you didn’t know what it was other than the fact that it shattered. their argument wasn’t even making sense anymore, from one yelling about money to the other yelling about the house or the family. 

with the feeling of your throat closing and your nose starting to warm up, you figured it was the tell tale signs of crying. wiping your eyes before the hot tears fell, you pushed your earbud back into your ear, as it had started to fall. 

looking down at your phone, you noticed a missed call from a name you remember so well, but the fact that you didn’t feel your phone go off made you upset. you didn’t dare call back in fear of either your parents arguments getting through the phone or your voice failing you. so, you opted to text him back. 

hey sorry i didn’t answer your call

(k)no biggie, just calling to see whats up!

he texted back quite quickly. 

just uh how do i put this

ignoring them again

too much is going on lolol

(k)wait… do you mean 

(k)them as in ur parents?

(k)bcs yk you can always come over

…

ure right

can i?

(k)absolutely. i’ll meet you at our spot.

kaeya ran a hand through his hair. these arguments were too often for his liking. he knew your family wasn’t picture perfect but he still didn’t like it. no one did. he’s told his mom about them and she’s always been the kindest woman you’ve ever met. 

as he just about tumbled down the stairs, he just about jumped out of his skin when his mom asked him where he was going in such a hurry. 

he simply replied, “our spot.” not thinking that this was his mom he was talking too. she understood nonetheless. as he took the short way to the meeting spot, which was the park where you two met when you were younger, he spotted you up the street. the park was closer to your house rather than his but he found that in the colder months, he could cut through the field that separated his house to a sports field. 

you caught him striding across the street. under the streetlights, his green sweater was the main focus through your tired eyes. his gentle face somewhat calmed you. 

the walk back to his house didn’t feel short. your legs feeling tired from the lack of stimulation while trying to ignore the fighting didn’t make this any easier. 

you could see the all too familiar house come into view, sighing dully, you felt a light weight around your shoulders. it was kaeya’s jacket. you hadn’t noticed the jean jacket over his sweater. wordlessly, you tucked your hands into the pockets and instantly felt a bit better once again. 

“ ‘m back, with our guest of honor.”

that’s always how he’d let his mom know you were here. “guest of honor.” it was a small slip up he made the first time he brought you over. 

“welcome back you two. let me know if either of you need anything, i’ll be going to bed.”

you met her kind eyes. the eyes that looked like kaeya’s. you nodded and she smiled with a wave. both of you waved back, with your depleting energy, you slumped into kaeya’s side. 

he slid the jean jacket off your shoulders and replaced it with his arm, and led you to the bathroom. 

“wait here for a moment, i’ll be right back.” you nodded.

he returned momentarily, just as promised. now, he had a small cloth and what seemed to either be a sweater or some other article of clothing. he handed you the soft fabric of what you deemed to be a sweater and he told you to take a seat somewhere.

choosing to sit on the edge of the tub, you gazed at him curiously. 

“i’m not letting you go to sleep with the day all.” right. he was pretty big on taking care of ones skin. focusing on face, he was almost professional. he ran his hand under the running water to make sure it wasn’t going to be too hot nor too cold. 

once he got the cloth wet he handed it to you. you rubbed your face, making sure not to pull the skin too hard like he taught you. 

after the both of you had washed your faces, he deemed you were ready to go. 

you knew exactly which door it was, and almost as muscle memory, your feet dragged you to it. the red sweater he had given you earlier was now pulled on and it smelled like him. enough to bring you to a calm state. kaeya walked in moments after you had let yourself fall onto his bed. chest falling up and down, you rolled onto your stomach and heaved a sigh. trying to seem dramatic, your eyes failed you. 

you hadn’t noticed kaeya coming up to the edge where he could sit down. a tender hand ran up your back and back down again. he heard small sniffles and knew you were crying, but hey, after knowing what you went through, he felt as if he could cry too. 

he didn’t dare to say anything too brash or overwhelming and chose to stick to small words. 

you soon found yourself basically dragging kaeya down onto his bed. 

little to nothing had been said between you two, but nothing needed to be. you felt immense gratitude for him and his mother, allowing you to come over so late. 

the hand on your back never stopped making you feel safe. even if it was just stationary, you felt grounded; felt loved. 

your head, which rested upon his chest, rose and he cocked his head to the side, as to silently question you. honestly, you just wanted to look at kaeya. he made you feel all kinds of things; good things. 

you inhaled, wiped your eyes again, then exhaled. kaeya’s free hand came up to your face and wiped the stray tear you missed. you leaned into his touch and he smiled again for the hundredth time that night. you’ve told him how much you love his smile, maybe that’s why he keeps doing it. 

kaeya swiped his thumb across your cheek again and you closed your eyes, as if ready to fall asleep in his hand. you felt his tummy flex for a moment as he leaned forwards and pressed a light kiss to your forehead. your eyes shot open and he laughed quietly, as to not disturb anything around him. you took a moment to realize what he did and tucked your head back against his chest. he could feel you smiling against him, like a goof. forgetting about the reason you came over, you both fell into a warm, welcoming slumber.

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[riddlesrose]

my little dove <3

pairing; venti

modern au, sleepy series

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albedo here

venti here (!)

when the door to the tavern swung open, letting in a cold breeze, venti shivered and turned around from his spot at the bar to see who it was. being late at night, he didn’t think the tavern would be getting anymore patrons tonight, so safe to say he was shocked to see you. 

it took him a moment to fully register that it really was you and not someone he’d mistaken for you. behind the bar, diluc welcomed you, albeit a bit confused. you were never one for late night drinking, let alone drinking too much at all. 

“venti.” his teal eyes caught yours instantly. he hiccuped. venti was definitely still intoxicated but diluc had stopped him from further drinking by refusing to refill his glass which caused the man to feign hurt and dramatically start pouting. 

“yes?” he dragged out the simple word, trying to look innocent enough for you to not scold him. lucky for him, you had no such plans anyways. 

“do you know how late it is? i’m sure diluc would like to go home.” 

venti turned back around in his seat to look at diluc who was cleaning a glass like usual. diluc made no verbal agreement but you could see he was tired, and quite truthfully, you felt bad for him. 

“but-!”

“no buts, c’mon.” you held your hand out to him for him to grab, he took it but ended up tripping over himself and falling into your chest. 

“okay i’m ready to go.” he muttered, barely heard because his face was half squished into your jacket. before leaving, you thanked diluc and promised to send him some money when you got home to compensate for venti’s drinks and how long he had stayed. he bid you both a goodnight and you just about had to drag venti out since he wouldn’t walk on his own. don’t get me wrong, he could but he chose not to and was stubborn about it. 

your car was parked just outside, in one of the small parking spots on the side of the street. 

the ride home wasn’t long yet venti had ended up passing out some five minutes after getting into the car. the song on the radio was a familiar one so you decided to hum along to it. 

you heard venti stir a bit while turning the corner. he didn’t wake and continued to rest. 

since you were getting close to your shared house, you decided to wake him, even to at least tell him that you were about to be home. 

“venti, hey… mister sleepy, we’ll be home right soon.”

in moments time you pulled up to the house. it wasn’t the smallest nor biggest house on the street. just perfect for a family of two. thankfully, you had left the porch light on so you didn’t have to look too hard to find the driveway.

 it took a bit of complaining on venti’s end and some more convincing on yours, but you eventually had him up and into the house, where he could properly rest. seems he drank a lot tonight… you thought. venti wasn’t an avid drinker, only doing so on special occasions or on the weekends like a responsible adult, but when he got his hands on some booze alone, he had little to no control and it usually took the bartender; which was usually diluc, to get him to stop for the night and go home. 

stepping out of the bathroom, you placed your hands on your face. the skin was warm and raw from the steam of the water.

not to your surprise, venti was splayed out on the bed like a starfish, face down, with his clothes all disheveled. before you had gotten into the shower, venti whined and complained that he ‘wasn’t tired!’ or ‘i’m not going to bed!’ he quite literally sounded like a child having a tantrum. but, thats who you ended up with, you love him regardless of his behavior. 

he must have heard you walking to the bed because he rolled over, so he laid upon his back, “told you i wasn’t tired…” 

you could hear how tired he was in his voice. with it being the weekend, and no work for either of you tomorrow, you tittered at his obliviousness, “are you sure about that?” 

“yes.” when a yawn followed, he tried his best to suppress it. 

“c’mon you’re still in your day clothes, you didn’t even get changed.” 

he craned his neck up and looked at his outfit. his tie was half way to falling off, the light brown slacks he wore were wrinkled, unlike how he left this morning and his shirt wasn’t very straight either. 

“i… well, yes but, it’s too late now.” he whined. you checked the clock that sat against the wall on your bedside table, 11:51pm. okay, it was late.

you exaggerated a sigh and laid down next to venti. 

“how was-” almost as if he had had a nightmare, he shot straight upright. he looked like a 90 degree angle he looked possessed. 

quickly hopping off the bed, he wiggled out of his day clothes and put on something more sleep appropriate. 

“what was that little show?”

“i didn’t want to actually sleep in those because i think i’d feel highly confined.” 

“fair enough, will you be joining me now?”

“hmm, maybe i will.” even in the dark room, you could see his smile. gentle, maybe a little still a little intoxicated, but altogether it radiates in the dark. 

you moved over into the sheets, instead of where you occupied last where your leg was hanging off the bed and you were nowhere near the headboard. venti followed suit, almost ritualistically into your embrace. the bed had, what you called, a neglected side. ever since you had purchased the bed, you claimed one side and venti adopted the enfold of your arms. he stated it was his favourite spot. 

he once asked you if you thought he was clingy, he looked so degected and the sadness in his voice didn’t help but make you feel guilty, even though your answer was pure, he still denied it’s truth. 

your embrace was warm, the sweater you were wearing made venti want to sleep and never wake. his head was tucked into the crook between your neck and shoulder blade, you rested your head on top of his. when he laid down, your sweater shifted up your side just enough that he could trace small shapes into the skin of your waist. 

��y’know, i’m really lucky to have someone like you.” his voice was small, quite. 

“and i’m even luckier to have you, you should know that.” you felt his smile on your shoulder. letting out a yawn, you tightened your grip on venti’s back only a bit. you placed a kiss on his head, since you couldn’t be bothered to get up enough for a proper one.

venti always liked having the last word, sometimes you’d like to tease him by trying to have the last word but he’d always keep throwing randoms words after you. tonight is no different, his melodic voice, still quite, embodied fatigue. 

“goodnight my dove, let your dreams be suited to your liking.”

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