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[nervocat]

I HAVE ANOTHER ONE (don't you love me :3). more leona <333

male reader who will show up at random to put flowers in leona's hair or give him flower crowns. and when he leaves, everyone would think leona would toss them or something, but he actually wears them. (i just really like flowers nervo sobs.)

“A Crown for your Head.” (no cws - wc: 257, fluff/platonic/romantic, male reader) FEM ALIGNED DNI WITH THIS POST OR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED

Sitting next to Leona, picking flowers around you from the botanical garden and weaving them into a flower crown had become a relatively common thing. Leona didn't mind it.

The peaceful rustling of the plants around you two was comfortable, and so was the silence. It always was.

On your head — there was an already woven flower crown. Why make another one? For Leona of course! You usually just stick flowers in his hair — ones only you knew the meaning of — but this time you're making a crown for him.

Slipping in the last of the flowers in, you hold it up to look at it. Happy with the final product, smiling, you turn to face Leona and put it atop his head, careful of his ears that twitch when the flowers graze them.

Opening his green eyes, he looks at you. “What did you just put on my head?” you giggle a bit, and Leona moves a hand to feel.

His hand stops though when he realizes it's just some flowers. “Putting flowers in my hair again, huh?”

“Not just one though,” you reply. Leona just smiles. “Well, you can do what you want with it. Throw it away, keep it-”

“Why would I throw your flowers away?”

“Huh?”

“I don't mind your flower hobby, or the fact you put them in my hair,” he moves a gloved hand to ruffle your hair, making you whine a bit at it.

“I won't throw ‘em away, as long as they don't wilt they'll stay on my head.”

[ ★ notes: maybe the ending could've been better but this actually turned out a lot better than I thought it would so!! I get to open my requests for twst finally <33 I planned on researching what flowers meant that were vauge enough for this but I gave up.. I still like how it turned out tho without describing what flowers were put into the flower crown I'll let you guys imagine that. Hope you like this devil 🫶🫶 ]

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(strictly platonic, no cws, male reader - wc: 188) FEM ALIGNED DNI WITH THIS POST OR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED

Being the younger brother of Jade and Floyd leads an interesting life. You go to NRC with them, and people can definitely tell you're related to the twins.

You got the short end of the stick though, literally. You have sharp teeth and eyes like them, but weren't tall like they were, and it gave something for Floyd to tease you about.

“[naamee]!!” Floyd called, coming up from behind you to hug you. Though, his hugs were always too tight for you.

“F-Floyd! Too tight..” you manage to say, Jade just laughing behind you two and being no help at all. With a smile on his face, Floyd releases you and rests an arm on your head. He knew what he was doing. You groan.

He also referred to you as his ‘short younger brother’ to others, and Jade never stops it (unfortunately). Despite all the teasing though, they still helped you study (mostly Jade), spent time out of school with you, they did whatever.

You were their dear younger brother after all — Great Seven forbid someone did anything to you, they'd be answering to Jade and Floyd.

[ ★ notes - I love these two sm.. they're so silly :33 the big brothers EVER!! Hoping I did them justice.. even tho I rlly only mentioned Floyd.. WOOPS. I still rlly love the outcome tho <33 just finished book 3 today and thought I'd write a little smth for these guys ]

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[nervocat]

okay idea! male reader asking to braid leona's hair because they're bored and his hair looks like fun to play with!

“Can I Braid your Hair, Leona?” (no cws -wc: 331, fluff/romantic/platonic, male reader) FEM ALIGNED DNI WITH THIS POST OR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED

“I’m booored,” you complain, your back falling onto Leona's bed and bouncing the two of you. Leona opens an eye and looks over to you.

“What, you want me to do somethin’ about it? Not a chance,” he had already taken his hair out for the night and gotten into comfier clothes, so whatever you wanted to do, he wouldn't–

“Can I braid your hair?” and there you go, always managing to catch him off guard. He opens both his eyes, seeing that you had already sat up and looked expectantly at him.

Ears falling back and brows furrowing, he asks, “Why do you wanna do that?”

“I’m bored, like I said, and I just feel like it. Seems like it'd be a fun way to pass time.”

“You’re impossible, but whatever. Just don't knot up my hair,” he groaned, throwing you his two hair ties and telling you where his hairbrush was. You get to work when you've acquired everything.

Leona's hair was thick — really thick — but that wasn't much of an issue other than having more hair to work with. After sitting up by him and brushing his hair out a bit, you take some hair and separate it into three and start to cross the strands. Whether you're experienced or not, you finish and tie it off after a minute or so of crossing Leonas thick hair.

“There! Done with one side.”

“Not too bad, herbivore,” startling you a bit you see him smiling up at you with the smug smile he always wears. “Not as good as when I braid my own hair, but it's not the worst.”

You huff, but laugh a bit. “Whatever, Leona. Now let me do the other side,” he shrugs, letting you move to the other side of him.

“Doesn’t seem like you're ruinin’ my hair, so go ahead,” Leona quite enjoyed when you braided his hair for him, maybe he'd let you do it more. Seven forbid though he'd tell you.

[ ★ notes: this is kinda short but I'm pretty proud of it!! Surprised I got it done in one sitting. Anyways ik there aren't any masculine terms used, but this was written with a male reader in mind so I'd still like if fem aligned readers dni with this post still, pls and ty. ALSO DEVIL I'LL GET TO YOUR OTHER ONES PROMISE. Might be able to get them done quicker than I thought tho ]

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OMG OKAY NERVO SO SO LEONA AND MALE READER WHO HAS STARTED TO LEAVE HIM RANDOM LITTLE GIFTS (fossils, flowers, treats, rocks) AND LEONA ASKS HIM WHY AND READER JUST SAYS ITS CAUSE HE LIKES HIM :33 (you can make it romantic or platonic i dont mind i jist love leona)

leona brainrot </3 this is all your fault nervo /lh

“I Just Like you, Leona.” (no cws - wc: 211, fluff/romantic/platonic, male reader) FEM ALIGNED DNI WITH THIS POST OR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED

Pretty much ever since you met Leona, you had given him stuff you thought were cool. Rocks, Flowers (which he kept in a vase beside his bed), small jewelry, etc. It confused him to an extent.

Yes, you were at least acquaintances in his eyes, but was that really something worth giving gifts over?? An acquaintance?

Leona didn't care what you do with your time or money, he just wondered exactly why you gave him all these things.

“He seems to like you, Leona,” Ruggie teases a bit. “Giving you all that he does, I wonder why?” Leona scoffs.

“Well, whatever the reason is, I don't exactly care.”

Then why was he asking you ‘why’ now?

“Mm, I just like you.”

“What?”

“I just like you, Leona.” You smile at him. “I thought I'd give my favorite person some trinkets that I found. You seem to keep them anyways.”

And he does keep them — he makes sure that the flowers live as long as they can, that the rocks are where they're meant to be, he keeps the jewelry in a safe spot — he'd hate to lose any of your gifts.

Leona huffs, ruffling your hair. “Yeah, yeah, then I guess it doesn't matter then. I don’t mind the gifts anyway.”

[ ★ notes: definitely could've done better than this but I was bored and thought since I finally had an idea of what to for this, that I could write it. It took me abt a month to write for it but I hope this turned out fine devil <33 and yes it was all my fault for the Leona brainrot. My bad 💔💔 this post is finally free from my drafts ]

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hello! may I req platonic blade comforting teen!reader who is scared of thunder?

“Thunderstorm again, isn't It?” (no cws - wc: 543, platonic/comfort/fluff, gn reader)

Thunderstorms — something you absolutely despised. You didn't mind the rain at all, but the loud booms of thunder make you shiver a bit. Maybe it was silly for a Stellaron Hunter to be scared of thunderstorms, but you didn't care.

You huddled under your blanket in your room, thankful you didn't have any missions from Elio to carry out. Your door opening startled you a bit, and at the same time another loud boom came from outside, the rain pounding on your window.

“Blade?” you question, his face only being lit up from your bedside lamp. Blade comes in and gently shuts your door, all while looking at you.

It almost looked like he had something to tell you, but he saw your shivering figure under the blankets and sighed.

“It’s the thunderstorm again, isn't it?” Blade was always straightforward — not wasting any time to get to the point.

You look away from him, eyes on the ground. You give a small nod in reply, a flash of lighting from your window before another loud boom of thunder reaches you. You squeeze your eyes shut in response.

Blade sighs, walking up to you and sitting on your bed, it sinking under his added weight. “Get up,” he says, hands resting on his lap as he looks at you with his usual frown and furrowed brows.

While questioning his intentions, you reluctantly sit up from your bed and look at Blade, curiosity shining in your eyes. He signals with his head to come closer, and as you are, yet another loud boom is heard and you cling onto Blade, startled — he was the closest thing to you anyways.

You felt him tense up a bit, and you pull away from him slowly. “Sorry, Blade, you were the closest thing to me so-” you're stopped by the gaze of Blade, his face seemed to have softened.

“I do not care for such small things,” he says as he looks you in the eyes. You swallow nervously as you hug Blades torso, head resting on his shoulder.

Blade did not know what to do with his arms, but looking at you, he decided to wrap one arm around your torso, his thumb gently stroking your shoulder as an attempt to comfort you.

Being in someone else's embrace was nice, especially during a thunderstorm like this. You begin to get tired, focusing on Blades slow, a bit irregular breaths. It was expected from someone like him, he was essentially dead man walking.

While drifting on the brink of sleep, you feel a hand on your head. Blade's thumb was still gently rubbing your shoulder, so you could only assume it was Blade's other hand that was also gently stroking your hair.

Blade was the last person you expected comfort from — nonetheless from a thunderstorm. You had expected to be told off by him, you were a teenager and a Stellaron Hunter, “get yourself together,” (he would never say or do such a thing).

As you finally fall asleep, Blade keeps his eyes on you. If anyone were to look at the Hunters face, he seemed to have a ghost of a smile and a gentle look in his eyes as he held you in his arms.

[ ★ - notes . writing for Blade is sm fun, my little silly <33 but another request done!! Yay!!! I have a lot of motivation to write as of late and I'm very happy abt it :33 if Blade seems ooc here that's my bad 🙏🙏 ]

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I already saw someone writing this but I wanted to try to see your take on it.

What about Neuvillette x Melusine reader? (Of course platonic relatioship) Where Neuvillette meets male Melusine who is visibly taller with, maybe, darker colors than other female Melusines? I just find this idea very interesting (⁠^⁠^⁠) (Get well soon 💙)

★ 📝 — notes: I wanted to actually do something like this a while ago with a Melusine reader but just never got to it with my other ideas l liked more, and I'm almost 100% sure which other writing you're referring to. I like how you interpret how a male Melusine would look like too, and ty ^^

I also may have gotten a little too carried away with this so that's my bad, I hope it's still good though

       — word count: 534 , fandom: genshin impact , cw: none , translations: salut - hi/goodbye (somewhat informal) — ✦

                     " A Male Melusine and Neuvillette "

     Neuvillette loved the Melusines, all of Fontaine knew that, and he knew pretty much all of the Melusines by name, so when he came across you, he was slightly confused. You were.. a male Melusine?

     When he saw you, you were communing with another Melusine and you looked visibly taller with darker skin colors than the females. When you were done with your conversation, he walked up to you and you turn around, smiling at him.

      "Hello, Monsieur Neuvillette!" Neuvillette smiles at this, moving his hand to rest on your head, giving you little pats.

     "Hello, and what would your name be?" He asked, moving his hand away.

     "I'm [name]," you reply, turning your body to him. Neuvillette nods.

     "Well then, [name], why don't you tell me about yourself?"

     You happily obliged, smiling while doing so. You and Neuvillette eventually start to walk around Fontaine, you explaining how you seem to be the first and only male Melusine, confirming Neuvillettes guess. After you two met and separated to go your respective ways, you guys meet more after that. You mainly talked with him while out on the streets, but you sometimes helped him with other things like sorting papers or delivering stuff to him, and it seems he took a liking to you.

     He didn't like the other Melusines less, don't get him wrong, but just the fact that you were a male Melusine interested him and it seemed like you two almost had something like a 'father-son' relationship. The other Melusines were quick to notice with all the miniscule details they can see, but weren't mad at all. They just smiled and moved on, no envy present.

     Whenever you greeted him or said goodbye, saying something like "Salut, Monsieur Neuvillette!" He would reciprocate it with little head ruffles or headpats while smiling and saying the hi/goodbye back. He would also give you headpets when you did something for him or whenever he felt like it. You also followed him around when you could, sometimes rambling to him about things while he listened. Onlookers, Melusines and Humans alike, would always have their day brightened at the sight.

     One time he even picked you up and held you while you were sad, and it became a habit whenever you were sad and he'd sit down somewhere with you in his arms. Whenever he was sad, you'd hug his torso while looking up at him with a frown.

     "Neuvillette..?" You murmur, your mitten-shaped hands holding onto said man. He looked over and sighed, the rain outside easing slightly.

     "Yes, [name]?"

     "Are you alright?" You ask as he sets you on his lap, since he was in his chair.

     "I am simply not at my highest right now-" he was cut off by you hugging him and burying your face into his chest. He smiled and hugged you back, resting his face on the top of your head and the rain stopped soon after as Neuvillette forgot his worries for a short while.

     Long story short, you and Neuvillette have a close bond, and with you two being different from the society you're from bringing you closer together. ✧

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[nervocat]

hii a request for you :

receiving a ‘strange’ gift (like the chopsticks/ladle) from zhongli + neuvi ? the gift itself is up to you :) (btw i love that neuvi ladle so damn much ,, )

no pressure ofc just want to see what you’ll write ^^

“A ‘Strange’ Gift to be Received.” (no cws - wc: 386, romantic/platonic (tho it's romantic leaning)/fluff, gn reader)

Zhongli, he wasn't exactly the wealthiest or well known man, but you loved him all the same. Especially the little gifts he gives you from time to time with the money he does have.

He likes to give you things he buys he thinks you'll like, but Zhongli likes to give you food above all. He likes to cook, so why not give you some?

You come home to a warm plate of food on the counter — your favorite, nonetheless — and see Zhongli cleaning up some stuff.

“Zhongli? You made food for me again??” you inquire, slipping off your shoes. The former Archon looks up to you and smiles, a gentle look in his gold eyes.

“I did. Come — I'd hate for the food to become cold,” he invites, to which you accept with a nod as you hop up on the chair and start eating. The foods taste washes over your taste buds as you eat, the food being as good as ever.

“I’m assuming you like it, [name]?” Zhongli asks. You swallow and beam at him.

“I do, Zhongli. Your food will always be a gift to eat.”

Despite Neuvillette not exactly knowing how to show his appreciation for the ones he holds dear, he wasn't so clueless to how he could express himself (kind of). He liked to give you gifts — and you loved receiving them. Said gifts were seashells, to be exact.

You've decided to have this little jar of the seashells he gives you. You can tell that some of them are bought while some he found himself, which is what most of them are from.

Maybe you could go seashell searching with him once? You think it'd be a fun idea.

You wake up, rubbing your eyes and stretching. You turn over to look at your bedside table and see a seashell — a very pretty one at that.

It was simple. A pretty, slightly dirty white color with some sand still on it. You smiled tiredly at the shell. You grabbed the shell to look at it, the shell glimmering in the orange rays of sun coming through your window and curtains.

You get up to put it in a safe spot, making sure you're gentle with it. Maybe you should return the favor and give him a shell as well?

[ ★ - notes . It was a bit bittersweet to write this and look at the final result honestly bc I feel so bad writing this after Dumbi deactivated (even tho this was changed to anon), but it's done! It's just been sitting in my drafts probably for abt half a year but I think it turned out pretty good ^^ it's also been a bit since I've written for genshin so if anything is ooc, that's totally on me 😭�� and I might've written this more romantic leaning but I tried not to 😞😞 ]

[nervocat]

“Big Brother Sunday, What are you Thinking?” (cws: slight manipulation (only mentioned once), pretty major hsr 2.2 spoilers - wc: 340, platonic/angst, gn reader)

Sunday. He was an interesting man, one who people couldn't quite read — not even you or Robin, his younger siblings. He cared, sure, and was a great older brother, you just wondered what he thought.

Robin was away quite a bit, causing you to be with Sunday when he himself wasn't busy. You wandered the Dewlight Pavilion a lot when he was, not knowing what else to do.

You were young, about mid to late teens, yet Sunday still had some things over you. He had no ill will, you knew this, but you couldn't help but feel you were being manipulated in some way — lied to. You would be right.

Sunday, he who followed the “Order”. It was a shock, really. Robin and you wholeheartedly believed in the Harmony and you thought Sunday did too, but he had chosen a different path and went the wrong way about making a dreamscape for people to lose themselves in.

You couldn't help but not love him still though. He was your older brother, after all, and he never harmed you in any way. He took care of you and Robin, but was just led a stray.

“Big brother, what do you think about?” you'd ask him. He'd just laugh as he pats your head, ruffling it a bit with his usual smile adorning his lips. It always seemed softer around you and Robin and less forced (though that may just be you).

“They're thoughts for a reason, my dear sibling,” you smiled at him and playfully swatted his hand away, laughing with him.

And now you know what those thoughts were, but you wish you didn't.

You look at your brother, a frown on your face. Robin had already spoken to him, and you had decided you also wanted to talk with him before he went to the IPC for trial.

“Big brother Sunday, why?” the hurt in your voice stung Sunday a bit.

He didn't want his little siblings to see his thoughts like they did, but now they were out and about, so why not divulge you a bit?

[ ★ notes: idk why I'm having sm motivation to write platonic stuff but I'm not complaining :33 writing platonic Sunday angst 🙏🙏 HOPING I GOT HIS CHARACTER RIGHT.. I LOVE IT SM I DON'T WANNA MISCHARACTERIZE HIM 😰😰 I got less and less proud of this (kinda) as I went but it's not my worst 👍👍 feedback for this one is welcomed :,)) ]

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“Been with Kim Dokja Since the Beginning.” (containes spoilers for orv - wc: 306, platonic/romantic/fluff, gn reader)

Dokja wonders why you've stuck with him for as long as you have. You could be off doing much more renowned and better things than sticking with someone like him, and the apocalypse proves it just so.

He was the only one who read TWSA all the way through, but you were the person he talked all about it to other than his jailed mother. You were just in middle school then, your friendship anew.

“Woah.. that sounds so cool, Dokja! I wish I had the time to read it for myself..” you sheepishly look at him with a smile. You had wished that you could read it?.. He wished you could too, but your parents were strict about your grades and how you spent your time.

You were the only one who stuck up for him in his highschool years.

“Back off!” you shouted to Minu Song, separating Dokja from them by being between them both. “What did he ever do to you guys?!”

“Nothin’” he shrugs, but not without a sly smirk. You furrow your brows as your frown deepens.

“Just because he spends his time reading? What’s it even matter?” Dokja was always grateful to you since that day. You two had been friends for awhile from before then, but it meant so much you'd do something like that for him.

Now that you guys were in the world that he talked to you so much about.. he couldn't help but worry. You were strong and capable, dare he say one of his strongest companions, and even knew what happens in this world as did he — but how much longer until you fell unto the hands of death?

You protected him and helped him so much back then. Let him finally pay you back for all of those years that he was unable to.

notes: this is a short little fic, but I'm happy with the outcome. It wasn't meant to be some long fic anyways and more of smth for me to get a feel of writing for orv and try out a new formatting I came up with.. helpful criticism is welcomed for this fic ^^ also I used my knowledge from the webtoon of orv so. ya. If there are any discrepancies then that's my bad 🙏🙏

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★ 📝 — notes: I don't actually know how to dance but the thought of romantically dancing with someone makes me feel all giddy so I decided to write this, sorry if the dancing I write isn't very accurate.. and I went with Fontainian characters because I feel like they'd know how to dance best ig

Also the Chlorinde and Arlecchino emojis are not official and if you know the artist, pls pls tell me so I can give proper credit. Some of these are kinda rushed and quickly put together, but I hope to those of you who read this like it

       — word count: 1.3k , fandom: genshin impact , cw: none , translations: danser - dance/to dance — ✦

                     " Dancing with the Fontainians "

★ — Neuvillette

     He actually knows how to dance to some extent. When you two are in his office and he's not busy, he'll put on some calm, classical music and invite you to dance with him, holding out a gloved hand and asking, "Would you like this danser with me, my love?" to which you always accept.

     You two do the typical slow dance, chest to chest, his left hand on your back and his other hand holding yours out with his as he dances with you and his forehead rests on yours. If you don't know how to dance, he'll do his best to show you where your feet go and how to move. He always makes eye contact with you too with a visible smile on his face as he dances with you in his office.

     Near where the parts where the sing picks up in speed, he typically likes to spin you around and dip you. It was nothing extravagant, but it let you know he loves you. And if you're somehow taller than him (which I doubt) even by an inch, if you dip him in turn, he won't know what to do and start fumbling his steps and words, his face slightly flushed.

     At the end of the classical songs you dance to, he dips you and gently kisses you, eyes closing, and he can't help but smile into the kiss. No matter what gender you were, if you wanted to dance with him, he'd dance. ☆

✦ — Furina

     Furina also actually knows how to dance, despite her childish and boisterous nature. If you don't know how to dance, she'll make a fuss about it at first, but she willingly helps you out while the upbeat classical music plays in the background. Furina actually loves to dance with you, it's a good stress reliever and a good way to pass time.

     If you're taller than her, you'd dip her (because she probably couldn't, but might try) and if she's taller than you, she'd dip you, but you'd still dip her as occasionally if you can. She likes to mainly be spun around herself, but she might spin you if she can. Her dancing will probably always be dramatic, she finds it entertaining to dance calmly yet do a bunch of action while doing so. She doesn't really kiss you while dancing, but she'll touch your nose with hers and smile while doing so.

     She doesn't dance often, but when she does, it's always going to be with you, especially when she's feeling down, and you'll always come to her beck and call even if you're busy it's a little later than when she asks. ✧

★ — Wriothesley

     He's not great at dancing, but he knows the basics. Whenever you visit the Fortress, you come to hang around in his office and you asked one day if he wanted to dance with you. He said he doesn't know how to dance very well, and if you don't either, he just laughs a bit, joking about how you two might trip over yourselves and if you do know how to dance, you're definitely teaching him some things.

     Like Neuvillette, he plays some typical classical music to dance to. He holds you gently in his arms and the two of you sway together and move, foreheads occasionally resting together. He likes to tease you and just say lovey-dovey things as you two dance, and he does it all while smiling. Sometimes Sigewinne would walk in on you two dancing and stifle a giggle if you two stumble on your feet.

     He likes to dip you and kiss you on your forehead and if you can dip him, he'd be surprised at first but then laugh in amusement as you kiss him where you want to.

     You both know how to dance better with time and everytime after you dance with him, he invites you to drink a cup of tea every time. ☆

✦ — Navia

     Very good at dancing. She’ll show you how to dance if you don’t and if you do, you just dance together to the classical upbeat but slow music she puts on. She uses dancing as a form of coping, but she also does it for fun most of the time. She likes to rest her forehead against yours and look in your eyes as you two move and sway.

     She smiles and laughs as you two do this, having a moment away from the world and stress where just the two of you exist. After your dances, she always makes some sweets for both of you and if you don't like sweets, she'll make what you like as a snack and if she doesn't know how to cook it, she'll learn how to cook it for you.

     Dancing is her favorite pastime and stress reliever, especially with you, and likes to just talk and eat with you afterwards and share acts of affection. ✧

★ — Clorinde

     She doesn't actually know how to dance, being the Champion Duelist and all. If you don’t know how to dance but want to dance with her, she’ll try to learn for you or with you. You two stumble over each other's feet a lot and fumble a bunch of things, more so if you don't know how to dance either.

     She knows what music to dance to, obviously, but she doesn't really know where to put her hands and feet. She doesn't mean to seem creepy at all, but she either stares into your eyes with her face showing minimal emotion, or she glances down at her feet to try and move correctly.

     Once she's confident enough, she could try to dip you if you wanted, but don't expect it to be very good. She tries and you don't fall, but it's not a very optimal position. She really does love you, but she doesn't know how to express it, especially in dancing.

     She really does try to learn, but she doesn't have much time to even dance honestly. She feels kinda bad she can't dance, but you reassure her it's ok, and she smiles at your words. ☆

✦ — Lyney

     An amazing dancer and definitely knows how to be romantic. He probably learned some dances from Arlecchino at some point and even though he's short, and you're not to tall of course, he'll dip you every chance he gets, but won't deny being the one dipped and to invite you to dance with him, he'll walk up to you after putting on some music, he'll put a hand behind his back and offer out his hand and say, "Come danser with me, my dear."

     He likes to flirt with you whenever he spins you and dips you and does it as flawlessly as always. If you don't know how to dance, he'll happily teach you, showing you how to move your feet and where to put your hands. He likes teaching you, and every time you stumble, he laughs a bit lightheartedly.

     Like "Father," he also loves and cherishes dancing, it's just a lot more romantic with less unsettling and off-putting tones to the music and dancing. ✧

★ — Lynette

     Lynette also knows how to dance very well like her brother, just less romantic. She doesn't dance much, but she knows how. If you don't know how, she won't question it and immediately start to show you what to do without any kind of teasing. She doesn't care who dips who or even if you dip each other at all, she prefers to spin or be spun anyways.

     She's silent while you dance to the calming violin and piano music, but she has a slight smile on her face as she dances with you, her love. She learned a lot of her dances from "father" but put her own flair to it, so her dancing is unique.

     She's not very expressive but she does definitely love you, just doesn't express that much. ☆

✦ — Arlecchino

     Literally such a good dancer, the best. She knows where to put her hands and feet and stares at you with a gentle smile. She isn't a very affectionate person, but dancing is one thing she can do to show the love she has for you. She likes the classical music like many other Fontainians do, but she has this ominous off-putting tone to the music. The crusty sounding notes being out together to make something nice and classical, but also an unsettling undertone to it.

     She likes to dance with some of the House of Hearth kids, hence why most of them know how to dance, but nothing compares to dancing with you. She doesn't get super romantic, but she gets super into the dancing itself. If you don't know how to dance, she'll playfully tease you for a moment but happily teaches you anyway.

     She doesn't express her love much, mostly due to being away with Fatui duties, but with dancing you can tell she'd do anything for you. ✧

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“Father Gallagher?” (no cws - wc: 271, platonic/fluff, gn reader)

He'd be that cool dad ngl. Like he'd be pretty laid back and not very strict with you. He'd let you hang around the bar with Siobhan and him when he goes around there to hang out and make drinks.

If you wanted, he'd teach you how to make drinks. Whether you did good or bad, he'd still say, “Good job, kid,” as he pats you on the shoulder or head or something with a proud smile on his face. Very supportive father.

Honestly probably adopted. I don't know how that works and stuff but I can't see him NOT doing that.

Likes to walk around Penacony with you and look at some of the things around even if he's supposed to be working. His Bloodhound duties can wait, his kid takes priority.

Are you feeling stressed? Sad?? Gallagher's there for you. Whether you just want him around, want comfort or just want to rant to him about things he'll listen. Might not be good at replying or comforting, but is definitely there for you no matter what.

If you also identify as trans or something he'll be very affirmative! You want your hair cut? Sure! Wardrobe change?? Of course!! And even if you're not he's very supportive either way. Will do any of the things previously mentioned for you as well.

Gallagher would do anything for his beloved child, he'd hate to hurt you in any way, shape or form. He loves you too much for that to ever happen and if he does, instant apologies.

He's very observant, and can notice when he does something not to your liking.

notes: can you guys tell this is self-indulgent (esp the ending) :// tis my bad! but!! I am not. Um. Not in the best of moods (hence my break, just not hiatus). BUT YEAH A FIC FROM NERVO OMG?? AND IT'S PLATONIC FATHER GALLAGHER???? Also since my thoughts aren't as coherent or smth this fic might not be the best of mine 🙏🙏 I BRING FATHER GALLAGHER UPON THEE❗❗(sorry if he's possibly ooc.. haven't written him before)

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★ 📝 — notes: One last writing like this before October lol. I rlly liked this idea but I don't think I did it justice 😞

Anyways, I think this is one of my better writings and this can be read as platonic or romantic, no romantic advances are made.

       — word count: 542 , fandom: genshin impact , cw: none — ✦

                     " Letting Neuvillette Ramble to You About Water Tasting "

       You and Neuvillettes relationship was interesting. Neither of you really acknowledged you were close, but you talked about different topics together in his office when he was able to. Today was no different.

     You were sitting on one of the blue couches as Neuvillette sat at his desk. He held an interesting looking cup and swirled the contents inside it, like usual when you saw him with the cup. He took a sip before you inquired something to him. "Monsieur Neuvillette, I see you drink from that cup when you're seemingly thirsty, what do you have in said cup?" You ask, leaning back on the couch and crossing your arms as you look at Neuvillette, tone curious as you quirked an eyebrow. He hums as he sets the glass down and answers after he drinks the liquid in the cup.

     "I have water in the cup, why do you ask?" He replies, looking over to you with his typical stoic face. You shrug.

      "I'm just curious as to why you have such a fancy cup for water, and didn't want to assume you drank wine," you answer. "What is the reason, by the way?" You added.

      "I like to drink the water of different regions, they all have different tastes if you savor the flavor of them. This particular one is from Inazumian waters, would you like to try it?" Neuvillette asks, looking at you with an unreadable emotion in his silver, dragonic eyes. You nod without much thought and get up from the couch, walking over to Neuvillettes desk. You look at the cup and back at Neuvillette, silently asking permission even though he recommended the idea. He nodded, and you took the cup gently in your hand. You look into the water, seeing your reflection in the ripples and you take a sip. After a moment, you set the cup down after you swallow the water, sighing afterwards.

     "I don't exactly taste anything different, Monsieur Neuvillette, other than maybe a slight difference," you say bashfully, crossing your arms with a slight smile. Neuvillette nods.

       "As suspected, the Traveler and Paimon said the same," he says, taking the cup back and drinking the rest of the water. He starts to talk about the differences of the water's taste from all 7 of the different regions. You decide to let him talk and lean on his desk slightly, listening intently and trying to understand to the best of your abilities and nodding along as he explains.

      He talks for about half an hour before his rambling comes to an end and lands his eyes on yours. He clears his throat before speaking. "My apologies, [name], I did not realize I may have talked a little much about this topic," Neuvillette apologizes. You let out a breath of laughter and wave a dismissive hand.

       "It's quite alright, Monsieur Neuvillette, you were simply explaining things to me, explaining your hobby," you answer. Neuvillette sighs.

       "Still, I apologize," he says.

     After a moment, Sedene came in to inform Neuvillette of an upcoming case, saying hello to you when she saw you. As you say goodbye to the Melusine and the Iudex, you're finally realizing that maybe you and Neuvillette are closer than you two realize. ✧

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“Gargoyle Watching.” (no cws - wc: 586, platonic/fluff, male reader) FEM ALIGNED DNI WITH THIS POST OR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED

[name] Draconia, the Malleus Draconia's little brother. They both had the same reputation of being the feared and revered Draconia's, and they weren't very different either (though not as scary as people say).

Wandering Night Raven College's campus, the rain pattering on Malleus’ umbrella the two were under, [name] listened to his elder brother ramble on about the different gargoyles on campus with a fascinated look in his eyes.

Pointing to one on a building, Malleus explains the detail to it and his own guesses on the gargoyle, his brother listening intently. He was about the only one who could listen to him talk on about these things.

“It's been there for seemingly a very long time, I wonder what it's seen..” Malleus comments, putting his hand back to his side. You nodded in reply as you kept your eyes on the gargoyle.

“It does.. but it still seems to be staying up just fine,” you comment, looking back up at Malleus. “I like walking out in the rain.. we should do it more, perhaps.”

“Perhaps we should.. I find it quite nice as well,” he says, a smile forming on his face as he looks down at you. “Should we go see more?”

You smile back and nod eagerly. “Of course, brother, I would be delighted to walk around more if you should invite me to.”

Following close behind Malleus to stay under his umbrella, you walk along the paths before he points to another, one with water falling from its open mouth.

“Do you see that one, dear brother?”

“I do, Malleus, it's very intriguing,” you say as you watch the water fall from its mouth. Malleus watches with you, before looking over to you.

“Do you wish to see it up close?” you look over to him, a slightly confused look in your eyes.

“See it up close..?” seeing how Malleus' eyes narrowed with his smile, fangs peeking out, you knew he was up to something.

“Of course — follow me,” quickly following him, having to take more rapid steps to keep up, you end up on the roof of said building with the gargoyle, able to now look at it up close.

“Are you sure we're able to do this, brother?”

“No one's out while it's raining, and now we can see this gargoyle up close,” he says, sitting down with you having to follow suit, though not sitting down and staying on your feet, hands on your knees.

Malleus seemed to be enjoying watching the water coming from the gargoyle, leaning forwards almost all the way to see the face of it. Feeling the rain starting to hit you a bit, your lips pull down into a slight frown.

“Malleus, you're leaving me in the rain,” he just laughed.

“The rain is nice anyways, dear [name]. It's nice whether you're dry or not,” was all he said, teasing smile still on his face as his legs dangled off the building, free hand on his lap and glancing back at you. You huffed, just looking back at the gargoyle, Malleus following suit.

You noticed how the teeth of the gargoyle broke the steady stream of water, making it split ways from the rest of itself. Huddling as close as you could to Malleus, you just look at it with him, the only noise being the flowing water and the pitter-patter of the rain against your brother's umbrella.

You should definitely go gargoyle watching with him more, even if you weren't in his club.

[ ★ notes: a little indulgent fic for Malleus based off his clubwear card :33 I actually love sm how this turned out and it is longer than I anticipated it to be but that's ok. Hoping I didn't mischaraterize Malleus throughout the fic.. and I would so make more posts abt Malleus and a biological little brother specifically but I will wait until I catch up to book 7 (<- is currently still stuck on book 6) ]

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“Way Back When.” (gun usage but only shooting at a target (with adult supervision), small disclaimer in the notes that should be read) - wc: 468, fluff/some angst/platonic, gn reader)

Even though you were young, you had amazing skills with guns. Your accuracy was astounding for someone only around the age of 10, and little Boothill was amazed with your skills — he wanted you to teach him (with an adult nearby, of course).

“Are you sure?” came his little voice, looking at you to make sure he was really holding the gun right. You nodded, seeing as he had both hands on the gun in the right way.

“Yep! It looks right! Now, close one eye..” he closed his left eye, only seeing the gun and the target and (some of) his surroundings. He sees you go behind him and put your hands on his to steady his hands.

“Handheld guns are weird with their accuracy and shoot higher than you think, so you want to aim a little downwards, with this one at least,” he did as you said, aiming where he wanted — the middle of the target.

“You want to pull the trigger slowly, but have a good grip on it so the recoil won't affect you and make something bad happen, but remember to turn the safety off first!” you say, looking at Boothills hands on the gun from your position behind him. “And don't be startled by the loud noise of the gun.”

It was kind of silly to Nick — seeing two of his many adoptive children using a gun with only him standing by. He sees Boothill nod at your words, take aim, and with your hands also on his with the gun, he turns the safety off, and shoots. You cheer.

“You actually hit the target, Boothill! I didn't hit the target my first time,” you say, running up in front of him, but not the gun — you were to the side of the weapon.

Boothills eyes gleamed, his smile growing. “I did! That was so cool.. can we do it again?!” you giggled.

“Maybe after dinner, dad is waiting for us anyways!” You say, looking over to Nick, Boothill following suit. Nick laughs.

“You kids.. yes, it's almost dinner time. You'll have more time to practice shooting tomorrow, it'll be dark by the time you two are finished eating,” crossing your arms, huffing at your fathers words, you quickly get over it, carefully taking the gun from Boothills hand, unloading it, and putting it back in its case with the bullets.

“Alright then, let's go!” you say, careful not to actually run with the gun, Boothill running up to your side, giddy from shooting a gun for the first time. With a small laugh, Nick follows close behind, already planning to tell Greay about the two.

Boothill wished the times could've lasted for longer — he remembers you as the one who taught him how to wield his weapon, and he's greatful.

[ ★ notes: I actually love how this turned out >_< does it make much sense? Not rlly but I wanted to make smth with the knowledge we now have that Boothill didn't always shoot everything. I've shot a handheld gun before but it was a few years ago so stuff here may not be fully accurate to how you actually shoot a handgun or might not apply to different handguns, I shoot rifles a lot more so I don't quite know how handguns work, the one I shot was kind of weird with it's accuracy. Just wanted to put that out there ^_^ ]

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(can be read as platonic or romantic, no cws, gn reader - wc: 170)

Leona with a gummy smile isn't something many people expected when looking at the prince. It's not that uncommon to see gummy smiles per se, but when some new students see Leona and his smirk and his gums poke out — it surprises them.

It added to him and his character, but also took away from his intimidating appearance a bit (much to his annoyance). It wasn't something Leona hated, but why did people make such a big deal out of it?? He doesn't know.

“Leona.. you never mentioned you have a gummy smile,” you say, looking at him as he smiled. He immediately shut his lips, his smile hidden.

“It’s something I let others figure out themselves,” Leona crosses his arms, glancing away. His tail flicked side to side, swishing almost, and his ear twitched a bit. You smiled at him, and if you yourself have a gummy smile like him, Leona's smile returns a bit.

“Well, I think it suits you, Leona. Just another thing I like about you.”

[ ★ notes - LEONA WITH A GUMMY SMILE GUYS DO YOU SEE WHAT I SEE.. I am projecting a bit bc I'm kinda insecure abt mine but LISTEN!! I love Leona and him with a gummy smile I feel just adds smth to him so I wrote a little smth tonight for my silly :33 also a bit of a different formatting bc this isn't rlly a fic and is just a late night ramble abt Leona my love <33]

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[nervocat]

Can i request platonic ghost reader with blade? Thank uu ^^

“Why Follow Me?” (no cws - wc: 355, fluff/minor angst/platonic, ghost!gn!reader)

“Boo!” You appear upside down in front of Blade, his face unfazed as usual from your ‘scare’. You pout after you see he isn't going to react at all.

“You’re no fun, Blade!” floating to be upright, you cross your arms and hover. Why you wanted to stay by him was an anomaly to Blade, how you even showed up here was a different topic.

He just looked at you, he always did. You could never decipher what was behind those eyes, you didn't think he even had a thought behind those eyes most of the time anyways.

“Blade, what do you view me as?” You asked suddenly, making Blade raise an eyebrow.

“See you as?” He repeats. You sigh, exasperated.

“Do you see me as a friend or just this ghost who follows you around?” Arms still crossed, you look expectantly at him, wanting an answer from Blade.

He just keeps staring at you — what was so amusing about yourself, you wonder, that warranted such a stare from the man.

“I don't know,” he paused for a moment, and before you could even open your mouth, he adds, “Why do you insist on following me around and trying to scare me all the time? Doesn't that ever get boring to you?”

Now you were staring at him, trying to figure out an answer. “Well.. I've got nothing better to do,” a moment of silence passes.

And then another,

And then another—

“It isn't the only reason! I guess..” you burst out. Blade wasn't exactly expecting you to elaborate on your answer, but he'd let you explain more.

“I like to hang out with you.. you don't act like I'm a ghost — that I'm dead — it almost seems like you envy me at times..” you trail off, but then bring yourself back, seeing that Blade was still listening.

You sigh, deciding to stop your rant. Blade doesn't know what to do, he never does. He's a better listener than anything.

He just hopes you know he enjoys your company, despite him not being able to vocalize that, or even try to express it physically.

[ ♱ notes: guys is my writing getting worse be honest I FEEL LIKE THIS IS SO BAD SO MEDIOCRE SO NOT BLADE. I'm sorry to the anon who requested this could've been a lot better 💔💔 I like the begining but thenn the ending is kinda eh.. either way I hope you like this anon :33 ]

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