#charlotte x reader

[yvnaology]

LANGAGE D’AMOUR: HOW THEY LOVE!

LANGAGE D’AMOUR: love languages, how they show their innermost emotions that make your heart melt and your cheeks burn. it’s how they show their appreciation for you, in their own special way.

CHARACTERS. fontaine cast (lyney, lynette, freminet, wriothesley, clorinde, neuvillette, navia, charlotte & furina.)

CONTENT WARNINGS. tooth-rotting fluff, slight angst in navia’s + slight spoilers if you haven’t done the archon quests, established relationships, not proofread.

EXTRAS. last time i’ve ever even attempted writing was in july, it’s DECEMBER. please bear with me & my rusty weaving of (mostly) fluffy tales! 🫶🏼✨

I. ❝ MAY YOU BE REWARDED WITH TANGIBLE ITEMS, MY DEAREST ! ❞

GIFT GIVING: people with a gift-giving love language prefer to be shown love through the act of giving and receiving gifts. (furina, freminet.)

FURINA brightens up at the slightest glimmer of joy in your eyes when she expresses how the item inside the box in her hands resembles you. Regardless of value, Furina expresses her utmost adoration by giving you a myriad of tangible presents. Her presence at your doorstep painted a spot of joy on your cheek, much more so when she presented you with a beautifully wrapped offering — her look of anticipation for your reaction inciting a giggle to escape your lips. Reward her with words of appreciation or even a kiss, would you? The prominence of a reddened hue on her cheeks and how she would act as if such an action didn’t have much of an effect, betrayed by the pounding feeling in her chest . . . is well worth it.

FREMINET whose diving expeditions never came out empty-handed. Whenever the urge rises to the surface, he finds himself delicately weaving matching bracelets or necklaces using romaritime flowers and beryl conches for the two of you. He wears the most flustered expression you’ve ever seen when he presents them to you, a token of his appreciation. When you wear his handmade jewelry with a twinkle in your eyes, he feels his heart warm indefinitely. Neither of you can explain the twitch of the corners of your lips, when a sudden collaborative effort ends with his mechanical penguin friend, Pers, having an addition to its design, a lumitoile necklace.

II. ❝ MY APPRECIATION COMES IN DOING, ASSISTING, AND SERVICE ! ❞

ACTS OF SERVICE: people with an acts of service language love language show love by doing something for their partner that they know they would like. (wriothesley, lyney, clorinde.)

CLORINDE, who does not express her inner worries whenever you walk across the streets of the nation of Hydro — and nonchalantly offers to accompany you to ensure your safety. You notice how the corners of her lips twitch into a small smile when you accept, her expression mirrored on your face. She’ll listen attentively to your woes, joys, or rambles while keeping a hand on the hilt of her sword in case of an emergency. If danger does arise, you will be sure that the Champion Duelist will resolve the issue while keeping your person a safe distance from the root cause. Any doubts will immediately diminish, and her question of ‘are you alright?’ gives you butterflies, but I guess that makes two.

LYNEY, who presents you with a magic trick at the sight of your tears, tips his hat and winks as he performs the way he would for the bawling children. A sense of wonder would overcome your senses and distract you from the cause of your woes, as he gently takes a rose from behind your ear — a flick of his finger and suddenly your hair becomes a holding place for an abundance of rose petals. The moment a smile is etching on your features, Lyney knows he has done something right. Your flushed cheeks give him the motivation to continue until you’re left with a racing heart from something that wasn’t a monster in the form of anxiety. He’ll spoil you with his tricks, wonderous and extravagant at heart, and finally press his lips against your dampened cheek at the end of his performance.

WRIOTHESLEY who constantly pats the cushion of the chair for you before you sit, ensuring its comfort. He prepares a cup of your preferred morning drink every day, much to your delight. His actions have their way of making you smile, something he will forever be grateful for. Wriothesley, who puts a hand on the small of your back or around your waist as you two walk around the Fortress of Meropide — such a question as ‘why?’ crosses your mind once or twice, but the moment you ask . . . his response is vague. It’s his intention to leave you in the loop of questions while your blood rushes to your cheeks. You feel him tightening his hold on you only slightly, noticing the small grin appearing as you point it out — earning a small snort from him.

III. ❝ MY TIME IS YOURS TO CHERISH, TO CREATE MEMORIES FROM, LOVE. ❞

QUALITY TIME: people who have quality time as their love language, time itself holds a great significance to them and their relationship, as the clock ticks — there is not a moment they’d like to waste with you. (neuvillette, charlotte, lynette and navia.)

NAVIA, who cherishes the times she’s made macarons with you, inviting you to gatherings that the Spina Di Rosula held, even the times when you’ve had to watch her break down in tears of reminiscence of her losses. She appreciates you, for accompanying her to her father’s grave, and for agreeing to have a picnic near the area where memories of sorrow lay bare. Navia keeps you close, unable to fathom the idea of another person being taken from her. As proud of a lover as she was, she feels herself fearing and doubting more often than not. All of your smiles, laughter, joys, and tears are things she will forever find herself admiring. You only live once, and she plans to spend every waking moment by your side.

CHARLOTTE, who captures what she considers to be the best moments of your relationship on camera. Time is a precious thing, unable to be wasted and regretted — as she takes you by the hand, she wonders if the feeling of her heart pounding in her chest will remain within the next five or ten years. She’ll fondly look over the pictures she’d taken, a few of them capturing your.. rather expressive emotions. A picture of your pout, frown, and smile — yet she can’t possibly choose a favorite out of all of them. Whenever her camera flashes in your eye, the expression she wears is almost.. soft. The moments that she’s the most quiet, even she feels the need to become a romantic, intertwining your fingers in hers.

NEUVILLETTE, who finds himself learning about human emotions as time goes on — observation, mental note-taking, until he finds one he couldn’t decipher or describe in words: love. The feeling of euphoria only existed in your presence, such intensity took him a while to come to terms with — all because of your smile. His role in Fontaine is complex, and he finds himself wishing that time would stop for both of you. Every free minute he has, he will always choose to spend with you, oh lovely you. The melusines aren’t the only ones who take note of his longing gaze, causing you to visit the Palais Mermonia frequently. His smile reflects yours, as his wish for another minute by your side had been granted.

LYNETTE, who often invites you over for tea parties, whether it be with the company of her siblings — or simply a moment for the two of you to enjoy. She’ll prepare you the best brew she has, along with a few desserts she knows are to your liking. She makes sure the atmosphere is comfortable, waiting intently for you to start the conversation. Regardless of the topic of the words that escape your lips, she is there to attentively listen to every word without fail. Your secrets are safe with her, guarded by her undying love for you. She isn’t the best at comforting, nor is she the kind to sugarcoat her opinion, but her small tea parties are almost equivalent to relaxation sessions. They allow her to pamper you in her own ways, just as you deserve.

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#lynette x reader #lyney x reader #neuvillette x reader #clorinde x reader #navia x reader #freminet x reader #genshin x reader #furina x reader #wriothesley x reader #charlotte x reader #astronetwrk #genshin x you #genshin impact x reader

[niyunnie]

how they react to seeing that you got hurt on an expedition ──❅ cryo edition

❆ · ※ ─── CHARACTERS; all cryo characters !! (minus aloy, diona, and qiqi) ❆ · ※ ─── romantic content, very brief and undescriptive injury mention, gender neutral

𓆩⟡𓆪 CHARLOTTE

࿐ "Oh, dear.." She'd mumble upon seeing all the scratches and bruises that litter your body. ࿐ She'd immediately grab a med kit, using adhesive wipes to clean your wounds. It'd sting, but she'd assure you while she does so. ࿐ She bandages them up, giving your body a final examination before letting you off. ࿐ She leaves a small kiss on your forehead before asking, "..You don't have to tell me what happened if you don't want to, but.. Was it a scoop?"

𓆩⟡𓆪 CHONGYUN

࿐ He's immediately worried. "What happened? Did someone do this to you? Do you need to go to Bubu Pharmacy?" ࿐ His hands shake as he lets his hands trail your wounds, just to see how bad they are. You hiss at the pressure, and he immediately pulls away with small apologies. ࿐ He'd patch you up, and then treat you extra well. He'd make you something good to eat, massage your sore muscles from the expedition, and although he isn't too keen on being affectionate because of his condition, he does it anyway to make you feel better ࿐ "Is... Is this okay? I'm not being too much, am I..?"

𓆩⟡𓆪 EULA

࿐ "The Adventures Guild needs to stop giving you more than you can handle.." She'd mumble menacing words about them as she patches you up. ࿐ She seems mad, and it makes you worry she's mad at you, (when she's really just mad at the Guild). ࿐ When you ask, she sighs tiredly and shakes her head, playing with your hair soothingly. "Of course not, darling.. But you need to learn to say no more." ࿐ She very much believes you're being taken advantage of, but it's okay. She loves you regardless.

𓆩⟡𓆪 FREMINET

࿐ Internally he's very panicked, but he tries not to show it. He knows what it feels like to have other people panic about you and to feel selfish about that, and he doesn't want you to experience that. ࿐ He doesn't know this is just a him problem, but his consideration is appreciated nonetheless. Instead, he trails soft kisses onto your bandaged wounds, wanting to help you feel better somehow. ࿐ Movie night!! He definitely snuggles up against you, which is unusual but he just wants to give you some boyfriend time <3 ࿐ "I love you.." Is the last thing he mumbles before he accidentally falls asleep. It seems the situation comforted him more than you! ࿐ Apologies IMMEDIATELY the next morning

𓆩⟡𓆪 GANYU

࿐ Her stress increases tenfold, seeing your wounds. ࿐ You understand that her stress is very bad, trying to assure her that it's okay, that you're fine. But she's persistent in seeing and treating every wound. ࿐ When you tell her she's going to have a lot to catch up on because of this, she assures you that "Anytime with you is not a waste, dear.." ࿐ You make sure she has an extra good sleep that night.

𓆩⟡𓆪 KAEYA

࿐ Immediately has a serious talk with you about how you have to be more careful and watch out for yourself more, especially if you're on an expedition. ࿐ He sees your dejected look, and softens his attitude with a sigh. He becomes more gentle instantly. ࿐ "It's okay, sweetheart.. Just.. Be careful next time, okay?" ࿐ Is very careful with you after that, and gives you everything you ask for. And if you ask for nothing, he gets you your favorite stuff <3

𓆩⟡𓆪 LAYLA

࿐ Very tired but still manages to notice your wounds. ࿐ She's very slow at bandaging them, sometimes spacing off while she does but she truly wants to show she cares. ࿐ However, she's neglecting a very important research paper for the Akademiya for this. ࿐ You urge her to work on it, but she responds, "You're more important."

𓆩⟡𓆪 MIKA

࿐ You tell him it's fine, but he's insistent on helping you. ࿐ He patches up your wounds, making sure not a bit of the scratches are peaking, lest you get an infection ࿐ Mika's hands are gentle and soft, and he asks for small permissions to do certain things for you. ࿐ "Please be more careful next time, I don't know what I'd do with myself if you were in a worse condition.."

𓆩⟡𓆪 ROSARIA

࿐ Watches from afar as you limp over to a chair, seeming to be observing how bad your injury truly is. ࿐ She finally approaches with a small sigh, her hands going to bandage you up. ࿐ "Idiot.." She mumbles, her hands roughly pulling at the gauze she wraps around your arms. ࿐ You whimper a bit, and she stops sympathetically. ࿐ "Just.. Be more careful next time." She gives a gentle kiss to your forehead

𓆩⟡𓆪 SHENHE

࿐ Immediately assumes someone or something did this to you. "Tell me right now, who did this?" ࿐ After much assurance, she cools down a bit and gently tends to your wounds, still mumbling about how if someone did this to you, she'll kill them. ࿐ She's sure to be extra protective of you for the remainder of the day, brushing your hair back and being attentive to all your small needs. ࿐ "Just sit here, and be all pretty, darling. I'll take care of you now~"

𓆩⟡𓆪 WRIOTHESLEY

࿐ "Awe, sweetheart.. A wound?" He's very teasing on this matter, laughing at how you, of all people, have gotten this beat up. ࿐ He teases that you're so upset over small scratches, but when you tear up, he bites his tongue. ࿐ "I'm sorry, dear. That was inconsiderate of me." ࿐ He makes it up to you by kissing the wounds gently, cuddling with you, spooning you up like you deserve. ࿐ He even feeds you your favorite snacks, so you won this time.

#charlotte x reader #chongyun x reader #eula x reader #freminet x reader #ganyu x reader #kaeya x reader #layla x reader #mika x reader #rosaria x reader #shenhe x reader #wriothesley x reader #genshin impact #genshin #charlotte genshin impact #mika genshin impact

[quimichi]

calling Fontaine girls your girls ~~~~ (I like this symbol)

"=⌕ CALLING THE FONTAINE GIRLS YOUR GOOD GIRL /

Fontaine girls x Creator!Reader

Furina - I will not only judge travelers from abroad... but even the gods of other lands.

Furina looks up at you in surprise, but she complies with a nod. She folds her legs and sits in your lap, her expression completely innocent as she waits to see what her grace commands her to do. "What a good girl you are~" you say while playing with her hair. Furinas face flushes pink at your praise, and she shifts uncomfortably in your lap; this is much more intimate than she's used to with you. It only lasts for a moment, though, as she quickly regains her composure as she reminds herself of her place in your court.

She smiles up at you, and for a brief moment, a genuine, bright smile spreads across her face; something more suited to a happy child than a Archon. "You sure like being my good girl, hm Furina?" A slight tease in your tone, but it's still layered with genuine curiosity. Furina nods again, a slight blush still spreading across her cheeks.

Her voice is soft, even as he struggles to maintain her composure. "Of course, my grace." She tilts her head up to look at you, those ocean eyes of hers studying you curiously.

*Am I doing a good job, my grace? Am I still your good girl? Is my work pleasing for you?*

You lean forward, your soft lips touching her ear, it's sending enjoyable shivers down her spine as you say "I love you" Furina leans a bit into your touch, her expression softening as she closes her eyes and let's out a whine.

Your gentle caress stirs something deep within her, a sense of warmth that has been vacant for a long time before you spoke those words. Her body shivers at the feel of your breath, and she leans back against you; her face, for the first time, is completely untroubled.

Her voice is still soft, but it holds a sense of quiet certainty now.

"I love you too, my Paradies."

Lynette - Staying silent is beneficial for maintaining focus and gathering intelligence

Lynette can't help her knees to quiver and her ears to tingle. She meets your gaze once more, and the heat of your love burns her cheeks; they redden like the setting sun. What is happening, this is new...what is this

She does as you say, her movements quick but careful. She climbs onto your lap and faces you. Her eyes can't look ag you, staring at the ground— and she feels a sense of tranquility wash over her; as if your presence alone makes her feel like he belongs right in your presence. "You're my good girl, hm? My good girl only..." At your praise, Lynette looks up at you and smiles softly. You're praise is one of the only few things she wants and craves.

"Yes, Your Grace." The words slip from her mouth like sweet syrup. She leans in and nuzzles her head into your neck; but then, when she realizes her action, she freezes— but doesn't pull away. Once again, she doesn't knows what is happening.

Lynettes lips press to your neck, and she kisses you lightly— once, twice, and then again. She can't seem to pull herself away, and her nose nuzzles into your skin, purring. Her movements are soft and light, like a cat's whiskers.

When she finally does pull away, her breath is ragged. Her pupils are wide with awe and admiration, and her face is flushed. She stares up at you, her eyes pleading.

Seems like you got your own personal 'cat' now.

Charlotte

Her heart leaps— did you command her to sit in your lap? What a blessing!

Immediately, she sits on your lap, her legs curled and body pressed against yours. She is so focused on your body that she forgets how cold the throne really is, and how uncomfortable its sharp points are. She doesn't care. Now, she is closer to you.

"What do you wish of me, Your Grace?" she asks softly. "Tell me, are you my good girl?" Her voice trembles as she answers, this clearly took her by surprise. "I am, yes, I am your good girl..."

She is only yours, she wants to add, but to shy to do so. No one else's. Only you are her God, hers, her everything. Only you.

"I am yours." although she is embarrassed, she trys to cover it by as much seriousness in her eyes as she could. After all, what does this magician keep saying? Seeing is believing. "Good" oh she better be your only good girl, and you better be her only 'owner'

Charlotte's breath comes in slow, labored gasps. She is still on your lap, legs curled in front of her, her body pressed against yours. She is utterly and wholly focused on you. Your attention is as vital to her as the air she breathes. Your will is her will. But face you? While sitting in your much comfortable lap? This might be to much now...

She is your good girl. She wants to do nothing but to please you.

Navia

Navia shifts in her seat, as if she were trying to conceal an emotion of some kind— perhaps a wave of nostalgia, or regret? Either way, she remains composed and loyal as she awaits your next instruction. "Your Grace needs me, yes?" she says, her tone formal and respectful.

Navia nods and does as she's told, sliding up to your lap and sitting down neatly. Her expression remains solemn and serene, but the slightest hint of a smile appears upon her face.

"Yes, your Grace," she says with reverence. "I am at your service." "What a good girl you are, listening so well to me.." Navia is positively gleeful by this point, and she smiles widely, her cheeks reddening just a little. Being called a 'good girl' somehow feels like the greatest honor to her. If she could, she would hug you and never let go, but that would be wrong of her.

"Yes, your Grace," Navia says softly, trying to remain composed. "I am so happy to be your good girl..."

Clorinde

The command sends a chill down Clorindes spine. She is trembling at being this close to you; that you desire her to be this close, to be so utterly at your whim. She cannot say no.

And so she does as she was told, straddling your thighs. Her eyes lock on yours without faltering. Her face is inches from yours, close enough to touch. The pulse on her neck thrums, loud in the air as her breath catches in her throat. "My good girl, isn't that right?" you coo at her, getting even closer. "Yes, master," she whispers. She meets your gaze. Hee irises are a deep color of purple. The color of mystery. The color of her powers.

She licks her lips. Her mouth is dry. She is waiting for your touch. Waiting for your command. She craves you. She needs you. She loves you. Her whole body is at your command. "My only good girl"

The words leave Clorinde speechless. She feels lightheaded, overwhelmed by the fact that she is yours, and you are her. She is nothing without you. She is your own. In your presence, she is a completely different person. Her heart is racing as she whispers again,

"Yes, master."

#genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact sagau #genshin sagau #sagau genshin #sagau #furina x reader #Charlotte x reader #genshin charlotte #lynette x reader #navia x reader #clorinde x reader

[hotpinkstars]

-> cryo characters when they find you crying

synopsis -> most of the cryo characters when they find you crying. self explanatory once again.

characters -> shenhe, wriothesley, eula, ganyu, rosaria, kaeya, charlotte, freminet, layla

warnings -> sad reader, implied female reader on kaeya and eulas (eulas can be looked at as a guy with long hair tho) some imply why reader was crying, some you make up your own scenario, mostly just comfort and worried characters

w/c -> 2.9k

-> shenhe

shenhe understood that sometimes you’ll have your moments, and you’ll need to cry, vent, or just be in her presence, but normally you’d let her know. thats why it was so alarming when she walked into the walls of your safe abode to hear sobs echo through the rooms.

she walked into your shared bedroom to see you curled up on your respective side, body visibly shaking with every cry you let out. she silently sat on her side of the bed and reluctantly puts her hand to the small of your back, letting you know of her presence. you roll over pretty fast, landing your head on her thigh.

“shenhe..” you sniffled, crying into her leg. she jumped a little due to the sudden contact, ending with now your arms around her waist. she was stiff for a while before leaning back against the birch headboard, letting you continue to cry. she silently let you know that it’s okay to shed your tears, and that you can take as much time as you need. 

once you settled down, she immediately asked you what happened. you explained why you were so frantic, and if it had someone involved, she was certainly about to go create a bloodbath. if it was just some little thing, maybe an issue you struggle with or just a bad day, she’ll try to talk through it with you (and i emphasize try) and try to get on the same page as you. 

-> wriothesley

the one thing he did not expect to find when he walked back into the comfort of your cozy house was you on the living room floor, bawling your eyes out.

it was incredibly alarming. he couldn’t even imagine what could have someone this worked up. he didn’t even bother taking his boots off (which he knows he’ll get scolded for later on) and sped over to where you were, falling to the floor next to you. 

“sweetheart, what happened??” he brings you into an embrace, in which you wrap your arms tightly around his large frame. he could feel you shake your head, silently understanding that you’d rather not explain yourself right now.

he picks you up and sets you on the couch, and then gets back on the floor. his knees pop, and a few seconds later you feel his head rest on your abdomen. you bring your hands up to your face and continue to cry for a few minutes longer before settling down, reducing your cries to hiccups. you look down at your husband, who looked up at you, giving you a small smile. 

“are you alright?” he asks. he knows its a dumb question- obviously you're not. but he wants to see if you’ll say that. 

you hesitate for a second before shaking your head. you could see hurt flash through his eyes, and then you motion with your hands for him to come closer to you so you could hug him. all you wanted right now was his strong embrace. 

“you probably want to know why i was on the floor, out of all places, no?” you whisper, brushing his hair back with your fingers. 

“i’d like to know why you were crying as hard as you were. it sounded like you were dying,” he sighed, resting his head on your collarbone. “and yes, also why you were on the floor.” 

as you explained what happened and why you were crying so hard, he sighed once more before bringing you back down to the floor with him, rocking you side to side and hugging you tight as if you would turn to dust if he let go. you knew you were safe with him by your side, and you know that he feel sympathy towards your situation. next time, he’d just rather you come to him right away during these outbursts. (and yes, you did scold him for the shoes on the carpet. you also made him clean up the small mess he made). 

-> eula

you knew eula already had a lot on her plate, hence why you didn’t bother her with such a little matter, this one being tears. 

you thought she’d judge you, and that she’d tell you to get up on your feet and that its nothing but a nuisance (considering those are the words she says to herself whenever she sheds a tear or two. it breaks your heart every time, considering she thinks so lowly of herself in her weakest moments). 

but when she came into your office to ask you of ambers whereabouts, her face immediately softened as she walked over to your side of the desk, and she gently rested a palm on your back. your head was down, only showing her your scalp and your long, flowy hair. her gesture made your head shoot up, looking around the room and then back at who was currently rubbing your back. thats when you saw eula.

she wore a small, sympathetic grin as she proceeded to massage your neck. you look away, ashamed.

“whats wrong, dear?” she asked with some urgency in her voice, but for the most part it was soft and harmless. “you can talk to me.”

you told her the issue, and she held your hand the whole time. you could see her face make different expressions every once and a while, usually when your explanation took a turn. but she listened, and she was there. she then bent down to give you a small hug, coming around to the other side of your desk and sitting in one of the chairs. she grabbed one of your hands, kissing it softly. 

“i’m sorry i didn’t just try to come find you, i..” you trailed off, and she nodded, telling you to keep going. “i just thought… for a second… that you’d tell me to tough it out, like you tell yourself all the time.” 

she gave you a shocked expression, immediately composing herself and clearing her throat. 

“y/n, i’d never tell you such a thing. thats only what i say to myself because…” she didn’t necessarily have an answer, but she ignored that. “anyways. i’d never put you down for having human emotions. honestly, i’d be incredibly surprised if you didn’t have to cry every so often.”

“but know, i’ll always be here to dry your tears, y/n.”

-> ganyu 

you never knew ganyu was such a light sleeper, being as tired as she can be sometimes.

it was midnight, and you two were sleeping in your shared bed. she had her leg covering your knees, and one arm draped over your midsection, making it easier to free yourself of her grasp. 

everything felt suffocating. the darkness only made it worse, leading you to stumble into the bathroom and turn on all the lights. you loved ganyu, but you couldn’t lay there with her anymore tonight. you didn’t know why.

but you didn’t think your girlfriend would wake up to your side of the bed slowly getting colder and colder. 

as she got out of bed, she walked into the hallway, finding the bathroom light on and light sobs coming from inside. she knocks before walking in, a gasp leaving your mouth as you lock eyes with the qilin for a split second. you look down in embarrassment.

“are you okay? what happened?” she said, her voice slightly raspy, trying to rub the sleep out of her eyes. you could tell she was barely able to comprehend what was happening.

when you explain why you were crying, she sighs, opening her arms wide and leaning against the sink cabinets. you crawl into her lap, hugging her back. she makes sure you’re aware that she cares, and as sleepy as she is, she only wants to comfort you, and that she will make sure that nothing hurts you anymore tonight. she already feels bad enough that you had to come into the bathroom to cry, instead of simply just doing it in bed. because she wouldn’t mind it. she’d do the same things she's doing now. 

and she makes sure she clarifies that as soon as you two sit down for breakfast in the morning. 

-> rosaria

it was around nine at night, and you knew rosaria wouldn’t be home until two in the morning. which is why you chose now out of all times to have a breakdown. 

but you didn’t catch that over breakfast earlier that day, she told you she’d be home earlier so she could get a better nights rest and be able to spend a bit more time with you. so, just as you started to really cry, she walked in the door.

as soon as you heard the key hit the knob, you tried to frantically wipe your face and calm your breathing. but you know that wouldn’t be possible, because she was already through the door and looking at you like you were crazy. 

but that look faded when she realized you were seriously crying, bent over the countertop of your kitchen with your head in your hands. she didn’t know whether or not to approach you, so she sat at the barstools on the other side of the counter. you look up, laughing a little.

“i’m sorry, rosa,” you sniffled before motioning for her to hand you the tissues. she tosses them to you and then looks at you once more. 

“sorry for what?” 

“for greeting you this way. i forgot that you were coming home early today,” you look up, trying to avoid her gaze. 

“you don’t have to apologize. at least we’re together, and you’re not crying alone,” she grabs your arm and rubs it up and down. “i wouldn’t want you to be alone when you’re suffering. you know i’ll always make time for you, right?”

you nod.

“now, tell me, what happened? why were you crying?” her motions stopped, and she put her hands nicely across her lap. 

when you told her, she sighed, looking down the hallway to her left. she was debating on murdering someone, that someone being the person who hurt you, but she decided against it. she came to the other side of the counter and attempted to give you a comforting back hug. you knew she disliked physical affection, but this was a moment where it was all she could give, so give it she did. she was genuinely a great lover, despite her past and her personality.

-> kaeya

you were out at the market while your husband was at the tavern. it was a bit later at night, but you needed to cook dinner and you didn’t have the right ingredients for your dish of choice.

you overheard the cashier and the person they were checking out talking about kaeya. the customer was asking if he was in a relationship, and the cashier said no. you assumed that they simply didn’t know, but the tears came when the customer started to go on about how much they were hoping that would be the answer, and nobody is exceptionally good enough for him around here.

you set your basket down on an open shelf and rush out of the grocery store. as you were walking home, you were trying very hard to hold the tears in, but they came spilling out. 

halfway home, just as your eyes were watering over, you spot kaeya walking the same route. he was a bit ahead of you, so you decided to stay as silent as possible and keep your distance so he didn’t have to see you cry, and wouldn’t have to worry too hard about you. 

unfortunately for you, he knows the sounds of your footsteps, and turns around to find you walking at a slow pace with mascara running down your cheeks. 

“hey hey hey, whats the matter?” he looks concerned, pacing towards you. you didn’t bother turning away.

“lets just head home,” you said, sniffling and hiccuping between your speech. “i don’t want to attract any more attention to myself than i already have.”

he nodded, understanding before rushing the both of you home. 

when you both got into your home, he immediately drew you into a hug, allowing you to sob into his shoulder. he rubbed your arms and back as you proceeded to calm down.

you explained what happened and what was said, and you swore you saw hurt and anger flash through his eyes. he sighs, making sure you knew how much you meant to him, and how much your worth mattered. 

at the end of the day, he was your husband, and nobody (not even those stupid jealous ass fans) can take him from you.

-> charlotte

your usually bubbly girlfriend was not so bubbly and happy when she stepped in your shared home to hear light sobs coming from the bedroom.

she opened the door to see you curled up in a ball, crying into her pillow. 

“whats going on? are you okay, y/n?” she rushes up to you, internally panicking and trying to calm herself down as she was calming you down. it took everything she had to not cry with you- she hates seeing her loved ones in pain. she spooned you for a while as you calmed down, stroking her fingers through your hair in the meantime. she didn’t want to scare you away or be too intrusive, so she let you speak about your issue if you wanted, and if you didn’t, then she wouldn’t push it.

but if you were to, she’d listen very well. she’d sit there, criss cross, and be very attentive. if you needed something, she’d go fetch it. if you simply wanted her to hug you, she would! but if you wanted her to try to talk to the person, she would, (and maybe, just maybe, with your permission, put this as an issue worthy of the steambird) and at this point she’d do anything for you. 

and in the end, she’d make your favorite food and… selfie time!!!! mirror selfies, the sticking-your-tongue-out-and-making-a-peace-sign, or those cheesy couples photos of a full makeout session. but as long as it makes you laugh, she’s completely on-board!

-> freminet

you were simply just cuddling with your boyfriend when you started to cry, simply breaking down in his arms. he was a little clueless at first, bringing your chin up to him to look at your face. you looked like you had a lot of pain behind your laughter, laughing about how you don’t know why you just started crying, and that it was dumb of you to even do that in the first place. that you didn’t mean to burden him or do anything of that sort.

he’s quick to silence you, making sure you know that you can cry in front of him. he doesn’t want you to reserve your emotions, and certainly doesn’t want you to suffer in silence. 

but the issue is that he’s bad at verbalizing those feelings. he doesn’t want you to feel alone, but he doesn’t know how to form that statement into words. no matter how many times he’ll rehearse it in his head, no matter how many times he’ll get lynettes (and sometimes lyneys, depending on how bad the situation is) help on how to communicate with you, and make sure you know that you have his support constantly.

“whats wrong, if it’s not too much to ask?” he says slowly, picking his words carefully. he’s never really had to experience a breakdown from you, but there's always a first for everything.

you tell him, and he feels sympathy. he wishes he could make everything in that moment go away, if thats what’ll make you feel content for even just a few moments. he wishes he could take on your burdens too, and you know he feels that way. but you won't let him, because he has too much going on himself. so, all he can do for now is sit in silence and hold you. it’ll do for now, he thinks.

-> layla

layla was fast asleep on your lap when all of the sudden, tears just started running down your cheeks. you didn’t know why, they just started. you remembered something you didn’t want to think about, something rather harsh. layla woke up when she felt those exact tears plop onto her face, only to be met with the sight of your swollen eyes.

“whats wrong??” she says in a worried, dreary tone. you could tell she was beyond exhausted, slowly bringing a hand to your cheek while yawning. “you don’t have to say… just wondering…”

if you say, she’ll listen as best as she can. you and her both know that she’s tired a lot, so her ability to focus on one thing without drifting into peace for a few hours is near nonexistent. but to you, she changes that, and makes sure to be as alert as she possibly could be. she’ll try to help you get through it with the best of her ability, understanding that the things going on in your mind right now are not good and you just need your lover to be there for you, especially at such a vulnerable time.

so, be there she is. she’ll cuddle you if you want her to. you know she might fall asleep, but at least she’s trying to make an effort to help you feel better.

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #wriothesley #shenhe #eula #ganyu #freminet #layla #charlotte #rosaria #kaeya #shenhe x reader #ganyu x reader #rosaria x reader #kaeya x reader #charlotte x reader #freminet x reader #layla x reader #wriothesley x reader

[definitelynotafurinasimp]

Being in a relationship with the Fontaine Women

characters: Charlotte / Furina / Lynette / Navia x gn!reader (separate)

warnings: none, just fluff

genre: Mostly fluff, with a bit of comfort added in Navia’s part

a/n: I decided to leave out Clorinde bc I honestly don’t have any concrete headcanons about her, mostly because she was only there for like 3 scenes and said a total of like 2 sentences. I will write for her, but I still need time to read more about her.

I tried to keep this at least a bit headcanon-y, but you know me, so I decided to add a small scenario to every character’s part, mostly just one’s I felt served as good examples of how things might be and that I didn’t feel like I’d get the chance to write in the future.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Charlotte

With Charlotte, days on which nothing happened were rare. There always was some sort of event going on somewhere, and wherever it was, the journalist wasn’t far away, dragging you along with her. But just because you were there for work, didn’t mean you couldn’t enjoy yourselves, especially with someone as energetic as her.

Trying to hold secrets from her, be they good or bad, quickly proved to be futile. She was a Journalist after all, so slowly digging up information to eventually figure out the truth was part of her being. That being said, getting informations through investigating always felt more rewarding to her than getting them served on a silver platter, so it quickly became routine between the two of you to give each other only a few hints instead of normally announcing news… something that, to the misfortune of others around you, quickly also seeped into your conversation with your friends and family.

“‘Man trips and falls down stairs at the opera house’? No, why would anyone read an article when they get all of the information via the headline?”, you suggested before quickly discarding your idea, causing Charlotte to sink further into her thoughts.

“Ooh, how about ‘Tragic accident at the opera house leaves man injured’?”, just as quickly as the words left her mouth, the two of you gave each other an energetic high-five before Charlotte continued to map the article out loud, only for a weird feeling to slowly wash over you… as if there was something important you were forgetting.

“Isn’t today the premier of that thriller you wanted to write an article about?”, you asked, only for Charlotte to stop talking in the middle of her sentence, her eyes widening as she quickly glanced towards the clock.

“You’re right! These clothes should be good enough for the opera house right? Ah, who am I kidding? Nobody cares!”, words began shooting out of her mouth in a panic as she grabbed you by the wrist and started dragging you towards the Aquabus, pen and notebook in her other hand.

…Somehow, be it by the grace of your Archon or Charlotte’s insistence the Aquabus drove at twice its intended speed, the two of you managed to get there in time.

Furina

The Hydro Archon had an… interesting way of showing her affection. The performance she liked everyone thinking was the real her too fond of the dramatic to do so in a normal way while the real her was too easily flustered to go through with anything fancy. And so, it inevitably became your responsibility to initiate anything even slightly romantic.

Just because she was nervous however, didn’t mean Furina’d drop her usual act and with the way she behaved and talked whenever others were looking could easily fool people into thinking your dynamic was the other way around.

There weren’t many moments in which the two of you had the chance to be alone in public, with the Archon either surrounded by a few of the gardes or swarmed by the citizens of Fontaine. So when you wanted to visit your home in the countryside, Furina was quick to decide that she’d indulge you with her presence, choosing to keep silent about how she was happy to leave the city behind for a day.

If Furina’s uncharacteristic silence wasn’t enough to make you feel like there was something wrong, the look on her face would have made any doubts in your mind dissolve. Just as you had opened your mouth to say something however, you were interrupted by the feeling of something grabbing your hand, all the while the Archon's face was slowly painted red.

“Are you feeling fine Furina? Your face is-”, you were quick to tease, unable to hide your amusement as it was all written over your face. Furina however, did not look up, quickly cutting trying to cut you off, only for her own feelings to be betrayed by a crack in her voice.

“The sUN- I- Thanks for your concern, my dear companion, but there’s no need to worry. I’m fine, just a bit warm, the sun is scorching hot today after all”, she quickly stuttered out before putting on her act once again, hiding her face by looking away from you, only to quickly find herself engulfed in shadow as you put a parasol over her, greeting her with a smile when she finally looked back at you.

As the way to your destination was once again filled with silence, your eyes eventually landed on a hill covered in rainbow roses, causing you to quickly drag Furina from your actual path.

“Where are you going!?”, she managed to ask, only shy away for a moment when you suddenly shoved one of the roses in front of her face.

“Be careful when taking it, it’s really easy to prick oneself's on their thorns”, you spoke with a genuine smile, only for it to quickly contort into a teasing one when you saw her blush even further.

“I should have brought a better parasol, this one doesn’t seem to be working”, you joked, causing Furina to fire back with some sort of excuse. You didn’t care too much, the sight of her scrambling to regain her composure was too cute for you to do anything but silently observe it.

The rest of your journey was rather uneventful, as was your way back. What was of interest for many citizens of Fontaine however, was the rainbow rose their archon wore for the rest of the week 

Lynette

To call Lynette a romantic would have been enough to net yourself a serious defamation case. She wasn’t her brother, who did and said all kinds of embarrassing stuff while putting on a mask, so while the two of you may have been in a relationship, most normal people wouldn’t be able to tell. So while you shouldn’t expect to see her showing her love to you in broad daylight, that didn’t mean that you didn’t get any special treatment.

On days where there was nothing to do, it had gotten somewhat common for Lynette to come over to your place, using it as a place to recharge her batteries when there was too much going on at home. So as you silently sat on your couch, reading a novel you had recently bought, while Lynette laid next to you, with her head placed on your lap, eyes closed as she relished in the calm atmosphere, the sound of the door suddenly swinging open was enough to give you a small heart attack.

“Pardon the intrusion, but have you seen my dear siste-”, Lyney’s voice rang through the room before his gaze eventually landed on the two of you, eyes instantly widening. “Oh sorry, I didn’t know I was interrupting something.”

Just as quickly as he had appeared, he was gone, and while you liked to think that it normally took quite a bit to get you to blush, you could feel your cheeks quickly heat up. Was it because of his tone, his smirk or some weird combination of both, you didn’t understand, all you knew being that Lynette’s brother always found a way to make you feel embarrassed about even the most boring scenes.

“Should we-”, you quickly looked down at Lynette and began to talk, only for her to quickly finish your sentence for you.

“‘Try catching up to him’? I don’t think that’s necessary”, she stated matter of factly, her eyes not opening for even a split second before continuing to hum to herself.

“It seemed like he was looking for you, maybe he was just worried where you were?”, you asked, quickly getting a response in the form of a shake of her head.

“I told him I was visiting you. If I had to take a guess I’d say he was just passing your home and decided to quickly mess with you.” Her explanation made more sense than you’d like to admit, it wouldn’t have been the first time he decided to do things simply to try and get some amusement out of your reactions. However, you didn’t like the way Lynette made it sound like getting a reaction out of you was something that required so little effort.

“Sure it wasn’t you he was trying to mess with?”, you asked teasingly, only for her to finally open her eyes as a small smile found its way onto her lips.

“More than certain, redcheeks.”

Navia

Navia had always been easy to get along with. She was intelligent, funny and could single handedly lighten up the mood in any room, possessing an amount of self-esteem that was charming without coming across as her being full of herself. To use her own words: Who wouldn’t treasure having a partner like her. And while there were times her work as leader of Spina di Rosula kept her too occupied to see you much, she made sure to use her time with you to the fullest.

Was it eating at the Hotel together once in a while, or going on a walk around Poisson and Fontaine, taking in what remained of its colorful landscape while simply chatting the day away. Whether the subject of your conversation held any importance or you simply joked around, didn’t matter. Having each other by your side was enough to make any day a good one in retrospect.

There was a time you used to fear visits to the cemetery with Navia. It wasn’t like you didn’t want her to be sad whenever you visited, it was her fathers grave after all, but seeing her knees grow weak as she tried her hardest to keep a brave look on her face made your heart sting as if it had been pierced with a knife. It had been that way each and every time, no matter if it had been a week after his death or two years… But not this time.

As the two of you arrived at the grave, you glanced over at Navia, fully preparing yourself for what you might witness once again, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. Instead, you found her silently smiling to herself and as you followed her gaze, your eyes eventually landed on a pair of candles placed next to the grave, causing your lips to form into a smile as well.

“Looks like Silver and Melus were here before us”, you noted, only for her to shake her head in response.

“Melus told me he wouldn’t be able to visit the grave until later… And well, you know Silver. I doubt he’s the kind of guy to light candles.”

Callas the Unfaithful no more. You might not have known her father that much, only seeing him a couple of times, but you had no doubt that the one who raised Navia would never have murdered anyone for any reason. 

Before you had the chance to lose yourself in your thoughts even more however, you were brought back to the real world by Navia’s voice.

“You still have the flowers?”, she asked, only for you to carefully grab them from your bag and present them to her, handing her one before putting the other in front of the grave. “Thanks. I’m sorry, but could you leave me alone with him for a moment? I’d like to tell him the good news”, she asked only for you to quickly nod.

“Thank you, you’ve been a great help today. I love you”, she told you with a smile.It wasn’t like her usual, radiant ones, instead being much smaller, but it was genuine, and that was the only thing that mattered.

#furina #furina x reader #focalors #focalors x reader #charlotte #charlotte x reader #lynette x reader #lynette #navia x reader #navia #fontaine x reader #genshin x reader

[kurooblossom]

First Kiss + Black Clover

♡ Characters: Charlotte Roselei, Julius Novachrono, Rill Boismortier, Yami Sukehiro

♡ Warnings: Alcohol (Charlotte, Yami), established relationships (various types), fluff, gn!reader, ooc-ness probably, slightly suggestive (Julius)

♡ A/N: I really felt the effects of my writer’s block on this one, especially after Charlotte’s part.💀 If anyone wants a part 2 with the rest of the Captains let me know. If there is enough interest I’ll write it. 

♡ Taglist

♕ CHARLOTTE

You would have to be the one to initiate the kiss. As much as Charlotte would want to kiss you, she would overthink your possible reaction, so much so that she just wouldn’t in the end. Assuming that you were not interested in her like that, convincing herself that any flirting you had done were merely friendly banter.

It’s at the end of a long day when you decide to kiss her. You’ve both had a pint or two of alcohol. Charlotte’s flushed cheeks are so cute and you’ve been crushing on her for awhile. She looked too irresistible to pass up.

With a little help of liquid courage, you shoot your shot, prepared for the consequences of your actions if she doesn’t reciprocate.

Slipping their hand behind her head, Y/N pulled the Blue Rose Captain in towards them and pressed their lips to hers. The whole time, their grip on her is loose enough for her to reject them at any time. However, the rejection never comes. A small smile makes it way to Y/N’s lips when they begin to feel her lips move against theirs, her body relaxing into their grasp after the initial shock wears off.

Eventually, the time came to when they begrudgingly needed air. Y/N pecked Charlotte’s lips one last time before pulling away, their hand retreating from Charlotte’s form. The skin on her neck now cold from the lack of warmth Y/N radiated. Bashfully, the Blue Rose’s Captain turned away, hiding her crimson face. Y/N giggled at the gesture, Charlotte’s bashfulness was incredibly adorable like always.

“Does this mean you feel the same, Captain?” Y/N asked, their smile growing.

When the Captain didn’t respond, only small little noises of embarrassment coming from her, Y/N silently pulled one of her hands away from her face and slipped their hand into hers.

♕ JULIUS

Getting the courage to kiss the Wizard King on the cheek, you would kiss him first. Julius, however, wouldn’t let you get away with just a cheek kiss. Being naturally a bit mischievous, he takes this opportunity to confirm his suspicions about you.

He slipped his arms around you when you lean in, on your tiptoes, and placed his hands on your lower back. He noticed the way your cheeks slightly darken underneath his touch, but you seemingly ignore it, committing to your kiss.

Your lips briefly contact his cheek before you attempt to run away. His hand on your back keeps you from any true attempt at running though, wrapping his arm around your figure. His grip, however, still loose enough to where you could truly reject him if you wished.

Julius’ other hand slipped behind their neck and guided them to his lips. Y/N gasped against his lips, eyes widening as they fell into his chest. He chuckled against their lips, feeling them melt into his touch.

“That’s more like it,” Julius murmured teasingly, lips brushing against Y/N’s. “No need to be shy.”

“Shut up,” they whined, cheeks darkening even more.

The Wizard King chuckled, pecking their cute pouty lips. As he pulled away, Y/N chased after him, and he gladly allowed them to rejoin their lips. His hands settle on their lower torso and began to explore the unfamiliar area, memorizing their body with his fingers. Only parting again once more when the two heard Marx’s voice from the corridor. 

“We’ll continue this later,” he whispered, pecking their lips once more before pulling away.

♕ RILL

Honestly, this could go either way. It’s just a matter of whoever gets the courage to kiss whom first. 

One of the times when Rill is just being adorably enthusiastic, the urge to kiss him overwhelmed you and you acted on it. Taking his bigger hand into yours, you caught his attention, and pulled him in closer towards you.

Rill’s eyes widen as you pull him in, other hand going to his cheek as you close the distance between the two of you. 

Rill’s cheeks heat up underneath Y/N’s fingertips, his free hand naturally went to their waist. While the kiss is short, no more than a few seconds, it feels like forever as the reality of the situation hit Y/N. Quickly, they pulled away and an unintelligible string of apologies left their lips. Their panicked apology, however, stop when the Captain’s laugh graced their ears.

“Huh?”

Their face was painted in confusion, laughter not being the expected reaction to their kiss.

“I thought I would never get to do this with you,” he admitted, a soft smile appearing on his lips. “I’m so happy.”

“Oh.” Y/N chuckled, their body relaxing at his confession. 

The Aqua Deer Captain’s cheeks darkened, growing shyer as seconds passed as he lingered in his thoughts. His fingers nervously played with the hem of their shirt, hand still remaining on their waist. 

“What is it?” Y/N asked, brows furrowed. 

The young Captain avoided their gaze as he spoke, eyes lingering on the ground behind them.

“C-Can I k-kiss you… again?” He asked bashfully. 

♕ YAMI

The Black Bull’s Captain is the one to kiss you. The two of you go out for some drinks after a long and hard mission, celebrating with your squads on the joint success.

Several hours and pints of alcohol deep, all cares are gone, with the alcohol loosening you two up. Years worth of buried feelings slowly coming to the surface as the intoxicating liquid took over. Your darkened cheeks, disheveled hair, and slightly parted plump lips all too tempting for the Black Bull Captain.

Yami’s arm that laid across the back of the booth seat in the corner of the pub fell down onto your shoulders, and brought you in close to his broad chest. With his free hand, he grabbed your chin and tilted your face upwards. His grip on you loose enough to allow you to move away if you truly wanted to. 

Y/N hummed against his sake-tasting lips, melting into his touch immediately. Maybe it was the alcohol talking or something else, but his lips on theirs felt natural. His lips were warm and soft, the opposite of his normal demeanor. The captain smirked against their lips as they deepened the kiss, hands grabbing at his shirt, desperately wanting to be closer to him.

“Captain!” Asta hollered from across the room, desperately looking for the Captain.

Yami groaned, begrudgingly breaking the kiss. His head fell onto their shoulder, nuzzling his face into their neck. Yami’s large hand fell to their thighs and tiredly began to rub circles onto their skin.  

“Want to take this somewhere more private?” He mumbled after a moment.

“Shouldn’t you go see what he wants?” Y/N asked, brows furrowed.

“He can wait.”

Getting up, Yami pecked their lips before standing with an outstretched hand. Y/N accepted his gesture, slipping their hand into his. The Captain intertwined his fingers with theirs as they left, weaving in and out of the crowd with his thumb mindlessly rubbing over theirs.

#charlotte x reader #julius x reader #rill x reader #yami x reader #julius novachrono x reader #black clover x reader #black clover fanfic #black clover fanfiction #charlotte fanfic #charlotte fanfiction #charlotte roselei x reader #charlotte roselei fanfic #charlotte roselei fanfiction #julius novachrono fanfic #julius novachrono fanfiction #rill fanfic #rill fanfiction #rill boismortier fanfic #rill boismortier x reader #rill boismortier fanfiction #yami sukehiro x reader #yami fanfic #yami fanfiction #yami sukehiro fanfic #yami sukehiro fanfiction

[noellefan101]

Kissing Them-Genshin Girls pt 9

Characters: Charlotte, Chiori, Emilie, Chevreuse x gn reader

Warnings: Kissing, idk

Note: i need more genshin chráracters hoyo [shakes them aggressively] *cough cough* anyway, i´ve done just abt all the current genshin char, i want more now, luv you

*'Charlotte

she tastes like a sweet cup of coffee, like one you´d enjoy in the morning with a good book or newspaper, its sweet but no sweeter than her. you always enjoy reading her part in the news.

*'Chiori

she tastes like bitter tea, it reminds you of her in a way, though that does not mean you don't love her, in fact that is one thing you like about her. she always insists on designing new clothes for you.

*'Emilie

she tastes just like her perfume smells, it sounds weird but it makes quite a lot of sense, she is working with it all the time. she makes a lot of perfumes but one thing they all have in common: you tried them first.

*'Chevreuse

she tastes like chips, the kind you always catch her eating wether shes on the job or not. yes she takes her job very seriously, but that doesn't mean she isn't going to take a break once in a while.

thank u for reading, luv ya-Masterlist

You are welcome to reblog and like any of my posts, but you CAN NOT translate, copy or hate on anybody for liking my posts

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #gn reader #noelle´s maiden #charlotte x reader #chiori x reader #chiori genshin impact #emilie x reader #charlotte genshin impact #emilie genshin impact #chevreuse #chevreuse x reader

[kissmguts]

charlotte x reader non hazbin hotel 🙏🙏 charlotte is basically a nerd who watches you from a distance, but lucky for her you’ve noticed, and in the day she confesses blah blah blah (💀💀💀 let me live this down tater)

ON SUNDAY

concept : charlie as a nerd (she already is) confessing to reader genre : drabble + hcs, mutual pining, fluff content : gn!reader, charlie and reader have mutual friends, lowkey cliché confession

⠀ › ⠀the type to think of a great but ridiculously corny cliche movie type confession ⠀ › ⠀you have small interactions. the only time you guys went out with each other is because of mutual friends. ⠀ › ⠀tried interacting with you during that outing but it was always interrupted awkwardly by the others. ⠀ › ⠀when that happened again at school, she had to improvise.

it was finally the weekend after what felt like years of school when you heard your doorbell ring. you reluctantly got up from the couch with a deep sigh before walking over to the door.

the door opened and you quickly noticed the bouquet in her hands. “charlie?” you mumbled, grabbing the flowers from her. “i tried giving them to you yesterday but you already left with the others.” charlie’s fingers brushed up and down against her skirt. you detached the note from the bouquet and unfolded it.

charlie felt nervous just standing there while you read the note. "you know what-" she was cut off, "so i'll see you on sunday?" you smiled, folding the note. her lips slightly parted in surprise, slowly nodding. "yeah, i will."

you nodded back "i'll see you."

⠀ › ⠀you can hear her happy giggles and jumps from the other side of the door.

#charlie x reader #charlotte x reader #charlotte morningstar #charlie morningstar #charlie magne #charlotte magne #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel x reader

[issacballsac]

MOVIES

Gender Neutral Reader

LORD:

Life time movies are their favorite

Always has the best snacks (ruler privilege)

They never talk much during the movie bc they’re too busy enjoying it

Will always let you pick the movie unless you explicitly ask them to pick a movie

But no matter what the movie genre is you can bet they’re gonna cry at least once just because

Definitely the best person to watch the movie with overall 10/10

JOHAN:

Falls asleep during the movie

Literally like a dad 💀 snoring n shi

He’ll let you pick the movie though!

THE designated food person

He will always get up to refill the popcorn so you don’t miss anything

Never fully engaged in the film unless it’s a dramatic romance movie

You can’t tell me he doesn’t constantly rewatch the Twilight Saga

Decent person to watch films with but he’s mad stale 7/10

FRAM:

Doesn’t let you pick the movie💀

Anything Disney/Marvel is her go-to pick

Constantly talking and asking questions that you OBVIOUSLY don’t know the answer to😭

“Wait who’s that?”

“I don’t know they didn’t say yet.”

“Why are they doing that!?”

“I don’t know I haven’t seen this movie before.”

“Who’s that next to him?”

“I DON’T FUCKING KNOW!”

Expert at sneaking snacks into the theatre

Definitely has theatre hopped before

Great person but has a little TOO much fun at the movies 4.5/10

MIKHAIL:

Does he look like he willingly watches movies?😭

Not really but you forced him anyways

You’re obviously going to have to pick the movie in his place

Sits hella stiff in the seats

Doesn’t really pay attention to what’s going on in the movie so don’t ask him if you went to the bathroom and missed anything

Will volunteer to refill anything or go get more snacks

Bro does NOT want to be here especially if someone brought a crying child with them

Best errand boy🤝

I give him a 1/10 bro does NOT want to be here😭

CHARLOTTE:

Amazing.

Simply amazing.

She doesn’t actually go to the theatre she just puts on NETFLIX in her room

AVID Clueless watcher

Will stay up watching movies with you if you’re trying to pull an all nighter

Has the best snacks and a comfy blanket

Chats a bit during the movie but not on Fram’s level

She’ll sometimes get agitated at annoying protagonists and start ranting but who doesn’t 9/10

RASHAD:

Oh.

He’ll put on a horror movie to impress you

—and fail miserably.

Perfectly fine with ANY OTHER movie category but he wanted to show you how unfazed he was

He has those color-changing lights in his room that he’ll spend some time on getting the right color to fit the movie theme

Claims it better immerses you into the movie

He doesn’t eat much during movies

He’s completely IMMERSED

Please pick the movie bc if it’s up to him you’ll be sitting there for hours watching every Harry Potter movie in chronological order

Always prepared snacks before hand and will go out with you to purchase everything in advance

Makes snarky comments about the movie here and there but nothing truly annoying

Stole a bunch of those 3D glasses from the theatre once💀

Overall pretty fun person to watch movies with 9.5/10

#fanfic #fanfiction #x male reader #platonic #platonic headcanons #x female reader #x gn reader #x reader platonic #x masc reader #lord of heroes #LOH #lord of heroes fram #fram x reader #Johan x reader #Rashad x reader #lord of heroes x reader #romantic #Charlotte x reader #lord x reader #lord of heroes fanfic #x reader

[tofulikesmala]

Fontaine masterlist

Neuvillette

Genshin cuddle headcannons

s/o with a comfort pillow or toy

with a kairi type reader

Furina

~Nothing yet~

Wriothesley

With a kairi type reader

Lyney

~Nothing yet~

Lynette

~Nothing yet~

Freminet

Genshin cuddle headcannons

s/o with a comfort pillow/toy

Charlotte

~Nothing yet~

#neuvilette x reader #lyney x reader #charlotte x reader #wriothesley x reader #furina x reader #lynette x reader

[disneeznuts]

-Princess And The Frog Masterlist-

𝓝𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓮𝓷:

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𝓣𝓲𝓪𝓷𝓪:

“give yourself more credit”

the best time of day is coming home

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𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓮:

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#princess and the frog x reader #naveen x reader #tiana x reader #charlotte x reader #disney x reader

[cosmo-estelar]

C̳h̳a̳r̳l̳o̳t̳t̳e̳

#charlotte #charlotte x reader #manga and anime

[yvnaology]

WHEN THE CLOCK STRIKES TWELVE.

SYNOPSIS: in celebration of the upcoming year, a large gathering of fontainians meet up either to: toast, to share their resolutions and goals, and most of all ─── to love, reminisce and watch as the clock strikes twelve, a signal of the year ahead of them.

FEATURING ─── lyney, lynette, chevreuse, furina, neuvillette, navia, clorinde && charlotte.

BEFORE READING.. ─── 4.2 archon quest spoilers (neuvillette && furina), hurt/comfort (neuvillette && furina again.. oops.), fluff overload, mentions of drinking (navia’s), possibly ooc chevreuse, brief mention of blood & injury (chevreuse), no reader description nor pronouns

⁰⁰⁰ ❝ dressed in their exquisite attire, holding the most delectable wine — minus the minors, of course. a fresh cup of grape juice is handed to those that are not of age, while the rest begin to indulge their cravings of festive fun. the new year is upon them, as the enormous clock hung at the back of the venue — producing the sounds of ticking and a reminder of the little time they had left before a new age was upon them. ❞

⁰⁰¹ LYNEY’S goal during this gathering of the people of the nation of justice was quite simple, to enact one last surprise before the year came to a close and one started anew. Unfortunately for him, his whiskered friend began to wander without his knowledge. Rosseland was quite the cunning creature, possessing a certain liking to Lyney’s signature top hat — regardless of such, at the sight of his hat being empty, Lyney only let out a mere chuckle.

“Rosseland.. you little rascal, where on Teyvat have you gone off to?”

You, on the other hand, were currently occupied, speaking to a friend — unbeknownst to you, the sneaky black cat has made its way to the hat you left on the wooden chair. Leaping onto the cushion, Rosseland began to paw at the item, before slowly settling in the space and curling inside of it. The moment you realized the different shades of black, you only held back a snort. Gently grabbing the cat by its sides, you erupt in a bit of laughter at the sight of Rosseland meowing at you.

The sound of footsteps caught your attention, revealing your significant other’s natural charming grin. “My my, it seems my feline companion’s made a home in your hat instead.. how cruel.” he sighed dramatically, feigning the feeling of betrayal that his hat wasn’t the only one that Rosseland sought comfort in.

“Rosseland definitely likes me more.” you cheekily responded, holding the black cat close to your chest as Lyney let out another tiny laugh — planting a kiss on your cheek. “Perhaps, though I wouldn’t blame him if that were the case.” he points to your bag, more precisely the newly found rainbow rose inside of it.

“When did you even—” You were interrupted by the act of his lips pressing gently onto your own, of course... Lyney had a habit of being unpredictable, and you loved it immensely, more than you’ll ever admit.

“A magician never reveals his secret, dearest.” he always responds to questions that could be worded in an infinite amount of ways.

The sound of ticking stopped at that moment, with the shorthand of the clock now reaching towards the bolded number twelve.

A myriad of things changed the moment you turned your head to the clock, your hat was switched with Lyney’s — Rosseland was no longer in your arms, and the single rainbow rose in your bag turned into an entire bouquet of them.

“Every second counts, yes? It seems that you were distracted, mon amour.”

“I was distracted for thirty seconds at most!” a wave of confusion hit you as the questions seeped into the back of your mind, how did he ever find the time to do such things? The cunning grin of his never faded, even as he took your hand in his own and pressed a kiss to the back of it. “Thirty seconds to a magician feels like an entire two minutes, best keep your eyes on me next time, darling.”

⁰⁰² In your opinion, standing at the front of the door with a hand on her sword wasn't the most appropriate way of celebrating such an occasion as the New Year. Yet, CLORINDE showed no opposition to her stance. She kept a close eye on those who entered, exited, and loitered. Her eyes were as sharp as a hawk’s, and you knew that nothing would be able to escape her sighs.

“Are you really going to spend the rest of the night here?” you inquired, feeling a sense of pity for the Champion Duelist. She didn’t seem to share your pity, only humming as she turned her head towards you.

“Yes, I am,” she responded, the neutral gaze of hers never once wavering. “You should enjoy the festivities, it’s almost twelve, after all.”

“Isn’t it lonely or even tiring standing here and watching everyone like a hawk?” you asked yet another question, unable to fathom the thought of leaving your girlfriend to spend the last day of the year at her post. If it were up to you, you’d drag her to at least witness the festive atmosphere in the venue.

“No, please don’t worry about me, I’ll be alright here,” Clorinde replied, yet it wasn’t enough to calm your urge to whisk your girlfriend away to enjoy the party with you. You gently held her hand, giving it a small squeeze that made your normally stoic-seeming girlfriend smile a little.

You took the chance to stare at the ticking clock before the crowd began to count down from sixty — signaling that there was only a minute before a new year commenced. You decided to countdown with them, nudging Clorinde to do the same. She only shook her head, but after noticing your pouty expression, she finally relented. 10, 9, 8, 7…

The two of you exchanged softened gazes.

5, 4, 3…

She gently pulled you closer, remembering the promise you two made before — “Kiss me when the clock strikes twelve.” you’d told her a day before the festivities began.

2.. 1..

In a swift movement, she cupped your cheeks and pressed her lips to yours as your arms snaked behind her neck — Clorinde couldn’t resist indulging in your earlier request, how could she? It was the start of a new year with you by her side.

⁰⁰³ CHARLOTTE’S habit of preparing her camera near any interesting interactions between the people, more so the ones that are well-known in the nation of justice, was quite endearing. Even now, when she attempted to sneakily take a shot at Wriothesley’s silhouette, knowing she’d never have such an opportunity again. At the moment she was about to press the button on the camera, the duke began to walk away from his spot.

Charlotte groaned and pouted at her missed opportunity, tugging on your clothing as she pleaded for you to assist her on her conquest to get at least a picture of the man who’s usually enacting his justice underneath the depths.

“Please? I know he’d never agree to an interview, but I'll get information out of the traveler one day! I just need a picture to go with the scoop!”

Unable to resist your girlfriend’s pleas, you nod in agreement. “Alright, though. if we get thrown into the Fortress of Meropide, I'm blaming you for it.” you decided to tease, yet Charlotte’s fiery spirit — despite her Cryo vision, was overlooking such details.

“Okay okay, now come on!”

With every attempt to snap a photo of the duke himself, came an obstacle. Whether it be Neuvillette discussing matters with him, or Wriothesley sneakily hiding behind the pillars while holding a glass of wine — it seemed almost as if the perfect shot didn’t exist. Charlotte didn’t want a picture of the man’s back or his black hair, she wanted a full-body shot of the man who the people above the waters knew nothing about.

Little did she know, you’d already managed to capture the perfect picture — as for why you played along with her conquest to secure said picture, it was because of how absorbed Charlotte had been in her work lately. Oftentimes, it left a gap between you that you wished to close.

She’d give you a small kiss on the cheek whenever you were just so close to capturing Wriothesley’s image before his form was blocked by another pillar, get on your back to get a “better angle”, and even compliment your skills in photography.

Seeing the dejected look on her face made you feel slightly guilty for it, but you hesitantly brought out the secured photo you took a while ago — handing it over to Charlotte, whose expression immediately brightened upon seeing the photo in your hand. “You managed to snag one! Wait.. did you have this on you the entire time?!”

“I’m sorry, it’s just that.. it was an excuse to spend more time with you — I didn’t want it to stop.. so I kept the picture hidden.”

The guilt on your face reflected on hers, her voice growing slightly softer as she acknowledged your reasoning. “Oh. I'm sorry, I didn’t mean to neglect you or anything..”

She noticed the clock’s shorthand nearing closer to the number twelve, giving her a sudden idea. “Hey, I know how to make up for it! Do you mind standing right here..” she pointed towards a particular spot on the floor as you followed suit, standing right where she wanted you to. She nodded in delight before standing close to you, pointing her camera directly at you both and capturing the clock behind you. “Okay, say cheese!”

Forcing down your inner embarrassment, you obliged her demand and felt her lips pressing onto your cheek, her cheek brushing against yours as she captured a photo of you two. “This is perfect! I need to get this printed ASAP.”

⁰⁰⁴ NAVIA’S cheerful demeanor shined everywhere she stepped, especially now as she and a few close comrades of hers chatted about the future of the Spina Di Rosula — your loving gaze didn’t go unnoticed, as she called you over to her gleefully. Who were you to decline such a request from your beloved?

“You know, you could’ve come to greet me! I wouldn’t have minded at all!” She pouted as she wrapped her arms around you, almost dropping her hat in the process. You could only hold her, noticing how eager she was to be in your embrace after a while of not being able to see her.

“I didn’t want to interrupt, you seemed busy,” you replied earnestly, lightly twirling her blonde strands as she put her hands on her hips. “And? I’m never busy enough to the point where I wouldn’t want you around.”

You chuckled at her sweet comment while she took another sip from her glass of red wine. “You seem to be enjoying yourself, how many glasses is that?” you inquired with a small grin.

“Hey, it’s only my third. you ask that as if I’m some sort of drunkard. That’s quite rude, partner.”

“Hehe, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“And what are you two giggling about? Come on.. don’t tell me you agree with them?” Navia raised an eyebrow and turned her head towards her comrades, who were seemingly holding back their laughter at the situation.

“Ah, of course not, demoiselle.” one of them responded with a bow, while the blonde containing crossed her arms in disbelief. “You liar, how could you?”

“Hmph, if you’ll excuse us!” She dramatically announced as she took you by the hand, earning teasing gazes from her comrades. She ended up taking you outside of the venue, sitting down on a bench as she signaled that you do the same.

Suddenly, you felt Navia’s mood worsen drastically — staring at the floor with a look of contemplation. The silence drags out for far too long, and you lightly tug on her sleeve, earning her attention. “You alright? You’ve been quiet for the past ten minutes. Shouldn’t we go back inside? It’s almost twelve.”

Navia feels herself groaning before inexplicably taking your hands in hers. “I.. wanted to ask you something before we went back inside.” she rapidly uttered.

You’ve never seen your girlfriend so nervous, her usual confidence and strength dissipating before your eyes — and suddenly she pulls out a black box, and your eyes widen at what it could mean.

“You’ve been my partner for the longest time, and you’re more than just that — you’re my lover.. the reason I have motivation on days I normally wouldn’t, is the will I have to fight for what’s right. You inspire me to keep going, and even now.. you’re inspiring me to give this speech and this ring.. you’ve deserved it, and me.”

She opened the box, revealing a shining silver ring made out of the finest ores — just for you, only for you. Never would anyone else be able to withhold such a privilege of seeing this in front of them, only you. “You’re my forever, at least.. I believe so. Will you do the boss of the Spina Di Rosula the grandest honor you could ever make.. and marry me?”

The clock struck twelve, as your look of surprise shifted into one filled with a myriad of emotions. Of course, you’d accept her request, who would you be to decline? You felt a sting in your eyes, hot tears brimming in them as you wrapped your arms around her, accepting her proposal to be hers until you both took your final breath. “I love you,” she uttered as the clock struck twelve. “Thank you.. for being here.”

⁰⁰⁵ While LYNETTE would normally be near her older brother during events like these, she found herself being strayed away from them by a group of children wanting to be entertained. Freminet stood next to her, keeping his eye on her in anticipation of her mini-performance. Usually, it would be Lyney doing such tasks, but it seemed as if her twin brother was occupied at the moment.

Lynette wasn’t nervous, nor was she concerned about whether or not she’d succeed. All she could do was act. With the spin of her hat, one of the accessories that one of the little girls wore appeared inside of Lynette’s hat. She gracefully tipped said hat, showing the children how one girl’s hairpin multiplied into three of them.

You were merely staring from behind Freminet’s chair, your gaze fond and your eyes filled with adoration for her. She doesn’t stand out, nor does she want all eyes on her the same way her brother did. “Place something in my hat, please.” she gently ordered, as one of the boys stepped forward and placed their dog-like plush toy inside of the hat. Lynette only nodded in response, taking out a wand and waving it around — tapping on the edge of the hat before a balloon animal appeared in the same dog shape.

“Tada..~!” she attempted a cheer in correspondence to her magic trick, which the kids happily accepted as their eyes filled with curiosity and awe. “Woah.. miss, how’d you do that?”

“It wouldn’t be as fun as if I spoiled the trick, would it?”

“Aw, can you do that with this too?” the little boy offered another stuffed animal in the shape of an elephant that he randomly pickpocketed off of the kid next to him, who only crossed his arms — unpleased.

“Yes, I can.”

The same way she did last time, a mere tap or two on the edge of the hat — and an elephant-shaped balloon animal appeared. Lynette made sure to attach both balloons to a teal-colored string, handing them over to the children. “I have one more trick, but that’d require the help of my two assistants.” she suddenly added.

Of course, nothing could escape Lynette’s senses — especially not the presence of her lover. “If you would please step here.”

The kids watched in anticipation as both you and Freminet stepped into the specific spots that Lynette asked you to.

“Now, please count to twenty.”

The little ones only nodded in excitement as they began to count — with Lynette wrapping you both in a blanket and asking you two to close your eyes.

At the sound of the children saying the number twenty, the clock suddenly struck twelve, and when Lynette took off the blanket — you and Freminet were replaced with mannequins.

The question of “how?”, “why?”, “what?” or “Who?” entered their minds, just as Lynette suspected. When she turned her back, the children’s parents arrived to find them after they got lost. “Thank you... we didn’t know where they’d have gone..” the mother was the first one to speak, with Lynette nodding in response.

“I kept them entertained.”

“That you did.” you suddenly spoke up from behind a wall, along with Freminet who followed behind. “I can’t believe you put a blindfold on us.”

“I didn’t trust you’d keep your eyes closed, love,” she responded, before turning to Freminet who seemed rather embarrassed. Lynette felt her cheeks warming slightly at the instinctive use of the term of endearment, forgetting her sibling was there. “..sorry.”

“You’re quite good at what you do, aren’t you?”

“Mm, I suppose so.” she contemplated for a few moments before feeling your arms wrapping around her, your hand reaching to touch her ears. “What are you doing?

“Come on, Lynette!”

“…just once, okay?”

⁰⁰⁶ In all honesty, you hadn’t expected CHEVREUSE to even arrive in the first place. If anything, you’d have guessed that she would be too occupied with work to make time to attend such a grand party. Your shock was, of course, not unfounded. The Captain of the Special Security and Surveillance Patrol, attending such festivities, was quite uncommon. Yet, Chevreuse never let an inch of her musket slip from her fingers, making it obvious she was here to perform her duty nonetheless.

A part of you felt guilty, knowing that she wouldn’t ever get a break at this rate. The purple-haired musket-holder was a sight to behold indeed, your eyes scanning your lover until they landed on a harsh gash that she covered with the back of her musket.

To her, it might’ve been a mere setback — or rather, a minor injury. To you, however, it was something else. It was something worth taking care of, for your lover was one with as much drive as she has love for justice. Her expression was unchanging, even as you made your way towards her with a knowing gaze. “Hm, I bet you weren’t expecting to see me.. were you?” she commented as if nothing were off in the slightest. But even she knew that your eyes could not be fooled, the color of crimson could not be mistaken for anything else.

“No, and I also didn’t expect you to arrive injured.”

“Ah..” knowing she was caught red-handed, she only crossed her arms — her unique trait of being ambidextrous allowing her to switch the hand she held her musket with comfortably and be able to shoot similarly.

“Couldn’t you have treated your injury before coming here?”

The captain only stared at you for a few seconds before her lips curved into a small smile, almost as if your worry was endearing to her. “I suppose so, but I guess I was quite eager to be here.” lightly rubbed the area with the wound, staring elsewhere, but never at your expression.

You found it almost adorable, though you were reminded of her injury that you’d treat in just a moment. “Eager? Why’s that?”

“Wanted to see you, is that a crime?” her tone was slightly teasing, only slightly. It was barely noticeable, yet every time her voice rang in your ears — you were enchanted.

“No, but you should’ve treated your injury first.”

Chevreuse only let out a nervous laugh, watching as you gently took her by the hand and led her to a more private area — luckily, first aid items were found in a bathroom of the venue. “It’s almost twelve, you wouldn’t rather be around the others?”

“No, I'd rather treat your injuries.” you were quick to respond, causing her to smile fondly at you — a moment of silence passed, and you heard the sound of the clock from within the bathroom. “It’s twelve.”

“Isn’t there a tradition or something that goes with this?”

“What?”

“Whoever you kiss when the clock strikes 12 will supposedly result in your relationship with them lasting all year long.”

You chuckle at her statement, wrapping the wound with a knot that wasn’t too tight yet would remain on her skin for a while. “If you wanted a kiss, you could’ve asked.”

“Just something I saw in a novel.”

“Since when do you read novels? I thought it was all just books about justice prevailing.”

“I guess being with you altered my tastes, so?”

She sat there patiently, most likely waiting for you to make the first move. You couldn’t help but snort at her expectancy, yet you couldn’t ever find it in you to disappoint her. Leaning in, waiting for her to do the same as your breaths intertwined, your fingers doing the same. A kiss that didn’t last too long, full of emotion that the common eyes couldn’t see. “Happy New Year, Chevreuse.”

Monsieur NEUVILLETTE, as they call him, was truly a busy man. However, the one thing they mistake him for is intimidating. Sure, he may not be the most approachable, but neither was he the type to scare off anyone. Instead, he was the complete opposite — a fatherly figure for the medicines, a man with kindness in his heart unbeknownst to those who think of him as overly domineering or threatening.

The slightest insult of those with power, and in their eyes, they believe they’d be thrown out or disposed of for the world to witness. It was a common misconception, yet wherever he is — eyes are sure to follow him and his every footstep.

Your eyes narrowed in a bit of sadness as the clouds began to darken — and the sight of water beginning to pour and make noise in all directions made your heart sink slightly.

But where was Neuvillette? Nowhere inside the venue, with not even Furina having seen him around. Your footsteps grew in volume and pace, finding him outside with droplets of water hanging from his hair and face. “..you shouldn’t be out here.”

You didn’t know what else to say, only being able to gently caress his face as he turned to you with a neutral gaze that held a world full of hurt. “What’s wrong?”

“I apologize, beloved, do not fret — I'm quite alright.”

The harsh change of weather said otherwise, and you knew that the things he held close to his chest were things never meant to be shared. You understood, and he adored you for it.

“Even if it’s something you can’t say, or even if you don’t think I'd understand. I'm here for you.”

You took a deep breath before gently placing a kiss on the corner of his lips, the change in your tone surprising him — you almost sounded like.

“Hydro Dragon, Hydro Dragon.. don’t cry.”

When the clock struck twelve, he was reminded of a life lost because destiny ordained it. A life lost that he couldn’t save even if he truly wished to do so. When the clock struck twelve, you were there, soaked in tears from the clouds above — yet you radiated the warmth and light of the sun.

“Haha.. that saying, where’d you hear it from?”

“Just a friend of mine, now come inside.. please?”

He obliged, taking your hand in his as you walked inside the venue. In a moment of helpless weakness, he held your hand tighter — a squeeze that you returned wholeheartedly. You were there, in his sight and his arms. For the New Year, there was nothing else he would’ve preferred more.. than more time by your side, in your presence that brought him such bliss.

At first, FURINA planned on remaining in the comfort of her humble abode — ignoring the calls to attend the festivities. Furina is certain you’ve cast a spell on her, it only took a tad bit of praise and your loving gaze to convince her. She found herself weak in the knees the moment you hugged her tightly and pleaded for her to attend, claiming that the event wouldn’t be the same without her.

Perhaps you were merely too convincing, whether it be your sweet expression or your weaving of words — she gave in almost immediately. It was a skill you were quite proud of, and clearly, it was the right time to use it as well. The lady was currently indulging in her favorite sweets, laid out in trays for the guests to receive and enjoy.

However, it didn’t stop the stares of utter disgust and contempt, causing her to slowly put down her pastry. The people weren’t naive, yet the way they gazed down on her appeared to be taken as hatred. Furina merely turned her head, seemingly unaffected. You knew better than that.

A heart full of misery she owned, but to the people of Fontaine — she was nothing more than a liar and a traitor.

The slightest bite of her lower lip and twitch of her fingers made your heart sink to your stomach. “Furina?”

“I told you I didn’t want to come here..”

“You were just enjoying your slice of cake a second ago.”

Furina only scoffs at this, staring at the floor with heterochromatic eyes that were beginning to glaze over. If Furina’s job was to withhold the guilt and gloom, your job was to suppress the misery that built up for centuries that lingered in her chest.

You gently cupped her face in your hands, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead as her arms snaked around your torso — burying her face in your stomach.

The last thing she’d want is to appear tearful in front of the people who now resent her, even in her days as a god — not a shred of vulnerability was witnessed by a single Fontainian.

She’d like it to remain that way, tugging on your clothes as a sign to remove her from the area crowded with people. Her silent pleas were hurting your heart, obliging was the only sane response you could make.

It felt as if her heart was breaking into pieces, your embrace being her only available sanctuary from the eyes of those who were once her loyal followers. The people who once believed in her, it was ironic how quickly their views changed. Her breathing was slightly ragged, but the walls around you gave her a sense of comfort, knowing it was just you and her. “Are you okay now?”

When the clock struck twelve, you asked if she was alright — not if her heart had repaired or shattered completely, but if you’d assisted in suppressing her innermost negative thoughts and feelings. “..Yeah, I'm okay.”

You stroked her hair lightly, twirling her curls as her head laid on your chest — vulnerability was her karma, and you’d forever be there to assist her until you both were no longer humans.. but spirits joining hands. “Can we stay like this?” you heard her quietly inquire, a strained voice that rang in your ears like the sound of a broken vase. “Of course, just hang on. I’ve got you.”

© ywalara 2023. all rights reserved. do not repost, modify, steal, plagiarize, or translate any of my work without my consent.

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[quimichi]

Hi!

You can do Fontaine girls x Creator!reader who little spoon ?

➤ ❝ [CUDDLING THE FONTAINE GIRLS] but you're the little spoon~

Fontaine girls x Creator!Reader

Lynette

Lynette is a different woman the moment your body touches her. She moves closer, a light blush gracing her cheeks. She wants nothing more than to have you wrapped in her arms. Her breath catches in her throat at the first brush of your skin against her. He can feel every beat of her heart in her fluff ears.

Her cheeks burn. She is flustered but utterly unable to tear herself away. Lynette can't help herself but pull you closer into her chest, as you lay your head down and listen to her heartbeat. You feel like home. You feel like her reason to exist, to keep going. The weight of your body against hers is intoxicating. It feels like she'll never let go. And to be honest, she never will.

Lynette is almost on autopilot, thats nothing new but, this feels different. Her breathing matches your own. Her heart beats at your pace, and she wraps his arms around you in an embrace that is tight and firm. She nuzzles her head into the crook of your neck.

She almost feels free.

Furina

She rests her chin softly upon your head and presses her lips against your hair as her arms wrap around your body. Her arms are surprisingly warm, despite her small frame.

"Are you comfortable?" she whispers, her voice a soft run of water, as her hair Tickets your face. "Mhm..." Furina's hands slowly begin to travel lower, to the hem of your robes. She brushes them against the soft fabric, and then she slowly slides them underneath. Her touch is gentle and almost reverential, as she caresses your bare skin of your thighs with such tenderness that it sends tingles down your spine.  

"Does this feel like paradise?" she whispers, her refreshing breath caressing your ears.

"Cause it does to me~"

Charlotte

She is the big spoon, holding you close as you nestle into her. She kisses your forehead, her breath tickling your bangs, as she speaks to you softly. "This is lovely," Charlotte murmurs into your hair. "I never want to move again, if this is how it will be." You couldn't help but giggle at that. Charlotte laughs alongside you as you giggle, as she strokes your hair. It's soft, almost as soft as her love for you, and there's an almost unearthly quality to it.

"I just love being near you," Charlotte whispers, as if she still can't believe that you're here. "I feel like I'm... like I'm in heaven, with you."

"WE SHOULD TAKE A SELFIE-!"

Navia

As always, Navia gladly accepts this role of being your big spoon. With pleasure even. Her embrace is tight and loving... You can feel the warmth around you, her breathing steady, slow, and quiet.You think that even if she were asleep, her arms would still be wrapped around you. In a single move, Navia rolls over so that she is on top of you, her body pressed against yours, her breath hot in your ear.

"Are my cuddles to your liking?" she whispers, her voice husky and full of desire.

She wants your approval. She wants to make you happy, to make you fall head over heels for her, as she has for you. She wants to be yours.

The thing is, all of this has already happened...

Clorinde

You can feel Clorindes heart pounding against your back. The air is hot where her body touches yours. Her breath is heavy, and you can smell the fancy fragrance on her skin. You can feel her fingers curl around your waist, and she seems to be holding you close with all of her strength. Her arm is around you, and she is holding you tighter. And tighter. Her grip so tight, but it doesn't feel painful, only comforting and loving. Clorinde is kissing your skin gently, her lips leaving light, lipstick marks. She is holding you close, as if she was never going to let go.

"I love you," she whispers. And there is something genuine in her voice. A passion, and a ferocity to it. And you can feel her arms hold you even tighter.

"No matter what my grace, what may come, has to go through me first..."

You have no doubt...

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*friend comes up with something*

Royally Pissed

Part 1

Prologue

Alastor X Morningstar Reader

Warnings ⚠

⚠ Italics=thoughts, implied/suggestive *cough* bedroom name ⚠

In all honesty, Alastor didn't know why he did it but it just happened.

He pulled the small blonde out of the way, holding them close to his chest as a large dust cloud came from the now broken chandelier.

Mostly everyone in the room coughed as they tried to clear the dust from themselves.

"Are you hurt?", he asked them, noticing that the top of their head barely reached his chin.

How small.

"I'm fine.", they turned away to cough. "That was a lot of dust.."

Before he could ask for their name again, they were suddenly pulled away by none other than the King, Lucifer.

"ALRIGHT THEN!", he said before pulling them towards Charlie.

Haha!

The blonde slid over to his daughter, bringing along his other child as he began.

Looks like you could use some help

From the big boss of Hell himself

He held Charlie close before pushing her to see him sitting on a throne with fire rising behind it.

Check out daddy's glowing reviews on Yelp

He sang, scrolling on his hellphone to show her the reviews.

(Five star! Flawless! Greater than great!)

Three puppets said one after the other.

Oh, with the punch of a pentagram

A wap-bam-boom! Alakazam!

Alastor rolled his eyes as he watched on, but then he was suddenly pouring wine into a glass.

Who needs a busboy, now that you've got the chef?

The deer demon was pulled by the waist and landed in a pan, ears folded back as he angrily smiled at the King who grinned evily before he was flipped onto his front.

(Wow~)

I'm going to kill him.. Alastor thought before lifting himself up.

.

You were pulled into song and at the moment, were now sitting at a dinner table with your sister as your father was dressed like a server, hand about to reveal a meal.

Michelin-tasting menu

He lifted up the silver cloche, revealing a a "decapitated" Alastor, then some tentacles with red eyeballs, and finally a cake with him holding Alastor's head.

Free à la catre!

Oook.. You cringed. Dad doesn't like Alastor.

I'll rig the game for you because I'm the ref!

He started focusing more on Charlie and started to make more things appear.

Champagne fountains, caviar mountains, that's just the start~!

And then Alastor jumped in with blacklight, his backgrounds looking vibrant.

Who's been here since day one?

The deer demon pushed your father away, making him spin out of song.

Who's been faithful as a nun?

He was suddenly dressed as a nun, holding his hands in a praying position.

Much like how your father changed his scenes quickly, so did Alastor. You were having some trouble keeping up with it. His appearance looking slightly different with the lighting, his irises now green.

I'm truly honored that we've built such a bond

"Aw.", Charlie smiled.

He was now at the top of the stairs with your sister.

You're like the child that I wish that had

Alastor cupped your sister's face,

"Uh, what?", your dad said shocked.

Then your sister was like a child tucked in bed, literally. Alastor sitting at the edge and patting her head.

I care for you, just like a daughter I spawned

"Hold on now!", your father lifted up a finger.

The deer demon suddenly leaned his elbow on top of your dad's head, smooshing the white top hat.

It's a little funny

He started and pulled your sister to face away from your father.

You could almost call me Dad!

Suddenly you pulled into the song and were spun into a dip, finding Alastor smiling down at you with a seductive gaze.

(You can call me Daddy~), he whisper sang to you.

Your face turned bright red as you let out a squeak.

.

How adorable~ His smile widened as he saw them hide their blushing red face with their hands.

Now this one was on purpose.

After seeing the immediate reaction Lucifer had with him touching them. Oh, he had to cross multiple lines to see what the man would do next.

They were practically shaking in his hands, no doubt a little overwhelmed with what he had just sang just for their ears alone.

Let's see if I can fluster them more. He thought and raised a hand towards their face.

Suddenly they were ripped out of his hold and it was just the two men on stage.

The King growled, face darkening before he began to angrily play a fiddle, walking up to him with a scowl.

Alastor just smiled, standing up straight with his hands behind his back. Taking a step back as he dropped a piano on the short King before taking a seat on the piano bench, playing it confidently and showing off his skills before cringing at a loud sound.

His piano solo interrupted by an accordion.

Looking behind him, he saw Lusifer holding the instrument above his head with a frown, playing just one long note.

Really? He thought with a raised brow.

The two glared at each other before the spotlights above the two flickered out.

*me and my friend holding back our laughter* We can't laugh! It's 2 am!

~Seline, the person.

Part 2

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Them with a reader that tries to be Santa Claus

alternatively: Them with a reader that dresses up to hand out gifts

characters: Charlotte / Clorinde / Furina / Navia x gn!reader (separate)

warnings: none, just fluff

a/n: Soon is christmas eve, aka the day I celebrate christmas on, so Merry Christmas everyone! And Happy Holidays/a nice weekend to those of you that don't celebrate! I hope you all have a great time!

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Charlotte

The moment Charlotte first heard about the series of break-ins happening all over Fontaine, she set her mind on investigating them and writing a piece on them once she found the culprit. It wasn't every day that such an interesting case revealed itself after all, and letting it go to waste was the exact opposite of what a self-respecting journalist would do.

All of which was to say that meet-ups between you and Charlotte became rarer as her entire focus shifted towards her new project. So when you finally got the chance to meet, you wanted to make the most of it, getting each other up to speed on what you had been doing these past few days as quickly as possible before moving on to different topics.

“Now that I remember! I saw this really funny red and white coat and hat at that store recently, so I–” you were in the process of rambling while bending downwards and trying to fish the aforementioned hat out of your bag, when Charlotte suddenly interrupted you, her eyes wide open as she seemingly just remembered something.

“That reminds me of something! Have you heard of the recent break-ins all around the city? I’m currently investigating them, I’m sure it will make for a fantastic article, maybe even one of my best.” She asked, causing your head to tilt slightly as you stared at her in confusion, trying to recollect whether you’ve heard of them or not.

“Break-ins? Sorry Charlotte, this is the first I’ve heard of it. What made you remember it all of a sudden, though?” You returned the question, still bent down as you looked up at her.

“Apparently the perpetrator was seen wearing a red and white coat by eye-witnesses. It didn't seem like they wanted to remain hidden at all, especially since they left behind items each and every time, spanning from children’s toys to pieces of clothing… Oh! Maybe they are trying to threaten their victims!?”

The moment you heard Charlotte’s description, you froze, staring at her with increasingly wider eyes while slowly returning to your original position, putting the red hat back onto the bottom of your bag while shifting its contents around until it was covered by another item.

“Oh! Sorry for interrupting you, I just really wanted to tell you about it before I forgot, so I kinda ran my mouth. What were you saying about the hat and coat you saw while shopping?” Charlotte shifted her attention back to you, her usual big smile on her lips as she apologized, causing your face to nearly start blushing.

“O-oh yeah… I thought about how weird they looked. Like, who in their right mind would buy something that stupid looking? Right?” You nervously laughed it off before quickly changing the topic.

Maybe– just maybe –today wasn’t the day to tell Charlotte about your brilliant idea to surprise people with gifts.

Clorinde

It was fair to say that if someone had asked Clorinde how she imagined her evening to go, “having to convince the guardes to release you after they had to fish your half-conscious and yet still screaming body out of some families chimney after you got stuck in it upside-down” definitely wasn’t going to be her predicted response. And yet here you were anyway. Having to explain the whole situation to a pair of justifiably disturbed parents and their child was exhausting enough, but having to do the same to Fontaine’s police force was a completely different story.

“Miss Clorinde, you want to tell me that the subject attempted to climb down someone’s chimney to… deliver them a present? I know the two of you are close, but are you absolutely sure that your perception of them might not be skewed by your relationship? Having to confront the fact that a friend or partner might not be as kind or innocent as thought can be a difficult process.” The guard asked her once again, a compassionate look on his face, only for Clorinde to shake her head resolutely.

“I’m absolutely sure of it. They may do questionable things from time to time, but there’s no doubt in my mind their intentions were well-meaning.” She responded, causing the guard to let out a deep sigh before putting his signature on the piece of paper in front of him.

“If that’s the case, you can pick them up over there… just please make sure to tell them not to do anything like it again. When it happens once, it could be a misunderstanding… if it happens twice, there’s no excuse.”

-

When the two of you finally left the building, you were holding on to Clorinde tightly, tears rolling down your face as your whole body trembled.

“I’m never doing it again. I thought I was going to die there! Can you imagine how scary it is to be stuck in such a tight place? I couldn’t even move my arms!” You finally managed to form a few coherent sentences, taking deep breaths every once and again as you didn’t seem to calm down until Clorinde reluctantly put one of her arms around you.

…There was nothing wrong with showing weakness, but could the two of you please go home please?

“Why are chimneys so small in the first place?” You eventually asked, not specifically aimed at Clorinde, rather any chimney Archon that might be eavesdropping on your conversation, causing her to let out a small sigh she didn’t realize she had held in before starting to move.

“Let’s get you home first before we discuss architectural matters.”

Furina

If you had asked her on any other day, Furina would have shot down your idea in an instant. The mental image of the former Hydro Archon donning a red hat, coat and fake white beard before handing out small presents to the residents of Fontaine passing by on the street being horrible enough to make her visibly cringe. And yet, when you asked in what was a conversation littered with jests, she jokingly accepted, thinking nothing more of it and quickly forgetting your proposal… that was until she opened her door on one winter day, only to find you standing there, dressed in the same outfit you had described all this time ago, with a second one in your bag.

While you seemed to have the time of your life, talking with a child and their parent in as deep of a voice as you could muster before showing them a big smile, letting out the same laugh she had at one point found amusing before quickly growing sick of it and handing them a small toy, the same could not be said for Furina. 

Sure, she did her best to imitate your cheerful act, her career as an actress making her performance perfect enough that Furina was sure no one was able to tell it was just a charade, but saying she was having a blast would be far from the truth…

“And? Is it as bad as you thought it was going to be?” You asked her in what was barely more than a whisper, making sure nobody around you would be able to hear your voice.

“This is embarrassing. I cannot believe I actually agreed to this. Aren’t you scared someone will find out who you are?” Furina responded in kind, only for you to let out your deep laugh once again, nearly causing her to cringe then and there. 

“Anyone looking for Furina would look for someone clearly just acting. So throw your worries out the window and just embrace the ridiculousness and you won't have to worry about a thing”, you explained, before giving her an amused smile. “Try it.”

“Try what–” Furina asked you in a confused manner, only for it to click the moment the words left her mouth, “--No. I’m not doing the laugh.”

“I promise you’ll start to enjoy this whole thing if you just do it.”

“I–... I cannot believe I’m actually starting to consider it.” Furina cut herself off with a sigh, before once again opening her mouth and finally following your advice. Letting out as deep of a laugh as possible while approaching the next parent and child she saw, only to receive a smile from you in response.

“Ho Ho Ho! What’s your name? Let me take a look at my list to see if you were a good child this year.”

Navia

Handing out gifts was one thing both you and Navia appreciated. No matter how much money you had, seeing someone’s eyes light up when they received a present was enough to turn even a middling day into a good one. And if there was one demographic besides your loved ones that felt great to give gifts to, it were children, so when you pitched your idea of dressing up and delivering presents to Navia, she was quick to take you up on it.

Having the outfits designed and made, as well as putting enough money to the side to buy enough toys to hand out to a all children of Poisson and Fleuve Cendre as well as a few of Fontaine’s overground took quite a bit of time, but once it was finally done, you and a few of your colleagues were ready to head out.

As Navia sat in her office, nervously glancing at her clock every now and then while waiting for you to return, she couldn’t help but start to worry. Making a few rounds in the Fleuve Cendre shouldn’t take that long. Sure, the canalisation could be a bit disorienting from time to time, but you had been down there often enough to know its layout like the back of your hand. Maybe you just made a quick stop somewhere along your way? No, you wouldn't be two hours late if you did… or maybe you ran into trouble?

Just as Navia was about to start imagining horror scenarios however, a knock on her door interrupted her thoughts, and when you waltzed into her office with an apologetic smile, she let out a sigh of relief.

“Where’s your costume?” Navia’s attention shifted to your clothes once she finally calmed down, only to find the red coat and hat missing. With a slightly embarrassed smile you signaled to the bag in your hand, previously full of toys, now containing nothing but your outfit. 

“A few kids asked me to play tag… and I kind of– Heh, tripped and into the water.” You nervously explained as Navia observed the clothes in your bag. “The parents of the child didn’t let me leave before I washed up and they could clean my costume, saying it would be wrong after everything the Spina did to help them… so that’s why I was late.”

“When I took a walk around Poisson I saw a lot of smiling children today. I’m sure your idea brightened many days, so thank you. Welcome home.”

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