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grimm-writings · 10 months ago

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…ft! dan heng, topaz, argenti, seele x gn! reader

…tags! fluff, pining, reader is oblivious as HELL!!!, seele’s slightly suggestive

…wc! 210 ; 319 ; 258 ; 305 = 1092

…notes! pathetic crushing… i cannot and will not ever stop vouching for pathetic pining in this house !!!!!!!

Dan Heng is painfully aware of how he looks right now. If it wasn’t March giving him the biggest shit-eating grin, it was Himeko trying hard to look polite as she hides her giggles, or even Mr Yang pretending he isn’t paying attention.

You. You really haven’t the slightest clue what you’re doing to him.

Every time you visit him in the Express’s archives, Dan Heng would light up. He wouldn’t do that for any such person usually. His excuse is that you bring him snacks. You would never complain, saying that you’d take this Dan Heng over the one with a poker face and sarcastic bites, even if he is just as cute.

How can you say that so casually?

One particular visit, he couldn’t take your sweet words any longer. His hand envelops yours before you could turn away from him. The way you look back at Dan Heng makes his heart swell in ways he couldn’t comprehend.

He couldn’t get the words out.

His grip loosens and he lets you go, albeit with confusion on your face.

The door closes with a quiet goodbye, and Dan Heng throws his head back in frustration, staring at the decorated ceiling above him.

How can he go on like this...?

Topaz is not the kind of person to sit idly by waiting for something to happen. She knows what she wants, and what she wants takes the shape of you.

You’re just so adorable! Really, the way you act so clueless whenever you flirt with her is just so endearing! How could she not melt?

…Well, it used to be easy. Flirting, complimenting you, relishing in how you react; she even asked you out to dinner, and took you to the nicest place possible! …But you’re still so shocked every time. You still didn’t pick up on any of her advances.

For once, Topaz is at a complete loss. What is she to do? Grab you by the shoulders and shake you around telling you that she’s completely enamoured with everything about you, and though that includes your cluelessness, she can’t take much of it anymore?

She could nearly keel over. Complete overkill. She needs to be smart about this; clear, but also suave and mature. Yeah, she can do this!

That’s how you find Numby making their way up to you, and there they drop a card in front of your feet. They curiously look up at you as you read, although you could sense another pair of eyes watching you closely.

‘You’re cute! Go out with me! Love, Topaz!’

Topaz could nearly explode from joy watching your face heat up. Finally. Finally! You get it now, don’t you?!

Her heart steps as you throw the card away and lean down and pet Numby. “Oh, Numby. Someone must have put you up to this for a prank, huh? You should find your way back to Topaz!”

Said companion of the Warp Trotter has already fallen to her knees with her face in her hands. You’re more work than she bargained for… but she’ll be struck down by an Aeon before she gives up on you! Just watch her!

Argenti doesn’t know what to do with himself.

Truly, he’s making all the right moves. He’s following examples from stories and myths, step by step. It’s not his fault that they always end up going wrong somehow. Maybe it’s just harsh luck…

He’s on one knee, taking your hand in his own. Like you are royalty, he kisses the back of it, and looks up at you.

“Thank you for saving me!” You beam, and Argenti’s brain freezes.

That’s how it all goes wrong, every single time.

He’s hopeless, how the knight of beauty stands up, turns around, and immediately feels his knees buckle and he’s down on the ground again. Maybe he’ll stay like this for a few minutes when he finishes crying.

He feels you kneel at his side, and prod against his armour. “Argenti…?” your sweet, sweet voice calls out to him quietly.

“Worry not. I am simply fighting the dirt in your honour. Keeping the worms off of you.”

You pause. He wouldn’t dislike being buried here like this. Then he hears your confused laughter. “Alright then! Thank you very much, sir knight!”

You pet his hair and stand up again, making your way back to a safe zone.

Yes, Argenti thinks, I will stay here and fend off the insects for you, my dear. And that is the only reason why I can’t move…

He certainly refuses to believe it’s your patience and kindness. How silly would it be for a knight of beauty to become so immobilised by it! How silly indeed…

Seele encourages you to stand up again. A simple sparring doesn’t do too much harm every now and again. She isn’t Luka; she won’t beg you for a match, but practice is good, and practice is better if it’s with a friend.

Haha. Keep telling yourself that, Seele.

Is it obvious yet she really wants you to just defeat her already? She knows you have it in you. Yeah, you’re more on the air-headed side, but you’re a reliable teammate! Maybe it’s the fact you refuse to actually hurt her…

You apologise again when you’re back on your feet. She doesn’t want any apologies, dang you! Can’t you see she’s just desperate to get you to at least brush your knuckles against hers as her scythe comes in conflict with your blade?!

…So that does it. In her mental ramblings, you manage to get her on the ground beneath you. Your thighs cage her under you as you push her down. Aeons, your smile is so wide.

“I got you!” you exclaim.

Seele can’t help the small laugh that escapes her. She hopes that her face is only red to you because of your fighting. You’re so close to her face. You could just kiss her right now…

“Yep, you really did!” is what comes out, shakier than she would have liked. How did you get her so weak? You’re not even making a big deal over straddling her like this…

You shimmy off her eventually, offering your hand out. “Time for lunch?”

Seele doesn’t move for a few seconds, before letting you pick her up. If not a kiss, she can at least get some quality time. The way you smile at her is enough for her.

…How you pushed her down will definitely haunt her dreams for the next week or so, though.

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tokiloki · 7 months ago

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DEVOTION- Argenti

Character (s) : Argenti (Honkai Star Rail)

Tags: Knight x Princess AU, reader is not trailblazer, implied fem.

Description: Argenti was thorough in his duties, and in his devotion to you.

Words: 2200

Warning; Maybe a bit ooc and self indulgent.

Sugary sweetness slid down your throat after you popped a small, iced delicacy into your eager mouth- the roll of flavour offering a momentary relief from the dizzying and tiring ball.

But alas, all good things must come to an end- as the sudden voice behind you signified.

“My Lady, that is your fifth cake bite of the night” Argenti’s voice bordered on exasperation and amusement at once, his attentive remarks making your heart flush despite their promises of reprimand.

You turned to face him with a pleasant smile

“My dear knight, are you not eager to let me out of your sight for a mere second- so that you may enjoy the festivities of this ball?” This was the same thing you suggested some minutes ago when he found you watching the flame swallowing performers a tad bit too closely.

Argenti sighed briefly and bowed his head

“My lady, an event flourishing with activity and seas of bodies is also the best opportunity for danger” he explained before gesturing forward.

“A number of…interested nobility are actively searching for you,” his hand was vaguely in the direction of a number of gentlemen.

“Let them keep searching,” you muttered. Between the too bright lights and the echoing, drowning sound of heels and boots, laughter and conversation- tiredness cleaved at your bones, and a few gentlemen were not the remedy to that tiredness.

Argenti looked down at you quietly for a moment before lifting his head up to observe the ballroom. He too, was being eyed by several attendees as his red hair, paired with his ethereal visage simply summoned onlookers. You made a movement to walk towards the open doors, hoping that the fresh air outside would bring a cooling relaxation.

Argenti, of course followed.

“I am not going to leap off the stairs, dear knight” You chuckled as he stopped behind while you leaned over a white balcony railing.

“No my lady- you are aware I would not support that decision” he smiled, amusement teasing his voice.

“But I am your knight, and thus I must remain close to you,” he reasoned.

“Ever so thorough in your duty”you chuckled, gazing up at the flickering stars above.

“Duty, yes- and in my devotion to you” he added- the words seemingly harmless had they not caused your stomach to flutter again. You hummed, playing off your internal turmoil as you wrapped your satin shawl around your shoulders when a cold breeze brushed by.

Immediately, two heavy gauntlets fixed your shawl properly around your body, Argenti’s hands quick and easy even in their armour.His breath ghosted over the back of your neck as he ensured you would not be excessively exposed to the cold, but the motion caused your neck to stiffen and goosebumps to rise.

“Perhaps you should return inside, Your Grace” he suggested before pulling away “You may fall ill due to this cold weather” His reasoning was sound but…returning to the loud ball was not an agreeable notion to you.

You expected the scent of a grassy floor coupled with the pain of a smashed nose- but instead, a pair of arms easily scooped you up and cradled you close before you could meet an unfortunate fall. A flush was already forming on your cheeks as you looked up at Argenti, who’s breath was coming out in quick puffs, his red hair slightly dishevelled while he held you against his armoured chest.

Your gown twirled as you turned to face him, taking a step forward in your tight heels.

“Just- a few moments Argenti” you breathed, his name falling easily from your lips as you stood close together in the balcony. You hardly recognized why you moved closer to him- you could easily take the other side of the stairs to the gardens below.

“As you wish- My Lady?” Argenti’s voice was in worry as he noted a slight twinge in your step, green eyes trailing over your figure before he extended a hand warily.

“Huh- oh, nothing” You laughed, assuring him that nothing was wrong- even though your ankles screeched otherwise. “ it is nothing-ah!”

You attempted to take a step down the balcony stairs that extended to the garden, but a heeled foot twisted as you descended down the stairs, making your heart plunge as you tipped forward into airy horror.

“My Lady! Do not cause such senseless worry!” he breathed before descending down the stairs hurriedly.

“Are you alright? I specifically asked your maids to not allow you to wear unfitting heels” he sighed while cradling you close- he was breathing heavily and his eyes were widened with worry.

“It’s alright- just a throb” you told him, brows furrowed as you winced when a weaker throb of pain pulsed in your foot, making him hold you closer.

Suddenly the heels felt far too tight and Argenti’s cold, armoured hands were freezing against your bare arms. His gaze softened when he noticed this shiver before he carried you bridal style towards a smaller entry of the palace.

Subconsciously, you held on tighter to him- a habit you had when you were injured as his familiar grip and scent carried the promise that you would be alright. You turned your face over to the armour he wore, even if this was all an over exaggeration of the pain.

“It’s not a serious injury, Argenti” you told him “there is no need to go to a physician- just sit me down on a bench.”

Argenti began to emphasise that your injury was no light matter but you cut him off

“Please- I can’t bear to have any more fuss around me today.” you breathed so pleadingly that he blew out a long breath and nodded before gently lowering you into a garden bench seat that was hidden from view by the towering flower bushes.

A small pain shot up from your ankle again as Argenti knelt down on the grass, his brows drawn together and his eyes focused as he gazed up at you- it was also an overreaction on his part, but you supposed it meant he cared.

With surprising gentleness, Argenti lifted your skirts and slowly lifted your ankle up, never handling the skin too harshly.

Despite the sensible reason for his action, you found yourself blushing as Argenti focused entirely on your ankle. He loosened the bands and clasp of your heels that wrapped around your ankle before tugging them off to bare your foot to the cool breeze.

“Does it hurt if I do-” he pressed a finger against your ankle, but there was no pain “this?”. He gazed up at you intently, apple green eyes searching yours for any pain- but all they found was an unusual flush across your cheeks.

“No-no Argenti, it does not hurt” you swallowed and avoided thinking about why he was looking up at you so closely. “Perhaps it was just a minor twist, nothing to worry about.”

Of course Argenti would be so direct.

Argenti hummed in acknowledgement before lifting your ankle to his lips. His crimson hair brushed against the skin before his lips pressed to your ankle ever so gently before gazing back up at you. At this stage, your heart wasn’t just beating fast- it was a galloping horse or a cage of butterflies.

“My Lady…you seem to be embarrassed” he murmured, a faint hint of amusement in his voice.

That was a very good twist of words, and a wonderful, brazen lie. But it passed the silent understanding between the two of you- under the pretence of ‘care’ and devotion, Argenti would sometimes hug you, hold you close, and press his lips to an injury now.

“Embarrassed? No my dear knight- it’s just the cool air” you smiled falteringly.

“I know you too well to know that a flush, accompanied by a widening of your eyes is not the result of a shiver” .His words backed you into a corner, much like his precise eyes.

“Ah…is my lady perhaps embarrassed because I kissed her ankle? It is only a comforting touch” he smiled and repeated the gesture again.

“Yes- yes I am- that is not something you do usually..” you breathed, causing Argenti to tilt his head.

“Have I not been clear in my affections, Your Grace?” he wondered aloud with amusement before slipping your heel back on. “Do not fret, I am not doing something untoward, I am merely showing my care to the princess.”

“You are a distinguished liar” you smile, leading him to match your expression, lips curled up as he presses boundaries further by taking hold of your hand and bringing it to his lips.

“Do you doubt my devotion to you, My Lady?” He kissed your knuckles again

“I believe there is a personal motive, disguised as devotion that lurks in your actions”.

A hushed silence fell between the both of you after you spoke, and Argenti looked up at you with a faltering expression.

“Would you prefer it otherwise?” he questioned. Would you? Would you be as comfortable with him if he was strictly your knight, and not Argenti?

“...No.”

Argenti smiled and kissed your hand again

“Then I believe we are in understanding”

Argenti moved up to sit beside you on the bench, turning his face to whisper in your ear

“Would my Lady allow me to continue displaying my devotion?” His words were honeyed and sweeter than any delicacy, raising a shiver in your body as he spoke.

“You know I do not like to speak in riddles,” you turned to look at him as well.

Argenti’s eyes lowered to your lips, his gauntlet covered hand holding yours before he spoke again;

“Then would my Lady allow me to display a show of treason? To act on my most…closeted and ardent desires that have been most arduous to restrain?”

How could anyone refuse him? Your throat tightened and your heart nearly stopped as you searched for any amusement in his eyes, but there was nothing but the expression he wore in serious times.

Even the night air stilled around the two of you, and it almost seemed like the flower bushes were leaning closer.

“I.. I allow you.” There. You stamped his treasonous request with approval, moments before he cupped your jaw and kissed your cheek.

“For so long, I have guarded you with nothing but pure devotion,” he whispered against your cheek before kissing your forehead. “But one can only withstand so much in the face of your beauty”

“You…exaggerate” Your voice came out breathy as your free hand dug into the bench you sat on.

“It is impossible to exaggerate your beauty, but describing it with this unpracticed tongue is a disservice as well”

A shiver trailed down your spine and you swallowed as he kissed the bridge of your nose and your hairline.

“May I?” he breathed, the cool air and the heat of his breath turning you into a puddle of nerves as you spoke; “Yes.”

Argenti wasted no time, angling your jaw so that your lips met his sweet kiss, his free hand securing the small of your back while he kissed you. The two of you shifted on the bench and he held you closely, gently lowering you into his embrace. Every fluttery sensation you felt in the past exploded into a million stars, splashing across your heart as he embraced you so firmly and gently at once when he pulled away.

“I fail…I fail to describe you, My lady- My princess, the object of my yearn and passion” he whispered before kissing you again, closing his eyes and breathing in your sweet scent.

The night breeze turned into a feather caress against your body and you were certain no sweet or bliss in the world could compare to the fulfilment you felt as Argenti embraced you with his flowery kiss.

This was, on one hand a horrific image of treason and shame, a princess and her knight engaging in unrestrained yet improperly guided affection- but on the other hand, it was the sweetest bliss to be held in the arms of a lover beneath a canvas of stars, curtained with roses and flowers on either side. Your heart sang it’s desire strongly in the face of worry- for now, it was best to hold Argenti close- the world could wait a few moments or so, and even if it couldn’t- the sweetness you felt was a wonderful momentary bliss that you couldn’t abandon just yet.

AN: I have not written a fic in like...years.

Reblogs appreciated! <3

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wriothesleysgf · 11 months ago

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THE ARCHER — argenti .

notes ; a fluffy little draft i found. cw ; hurt / comfort , mild nsfw . — minors do not interact.

"i don't want to hear it anymore." argenti spoke softly, despite what some may consider to be harsh words. after he had found you crying on the bedroom floor, you confided in him that you were struggling with insecurities, specifically regarding your appearance. "you're beautiful, my beloved. i wish you could see yourself the way that i see you,"

"but— but—" you tried to interject but paused as he placed a gentle kiss to each of your tear-stained cheeks.

"i adore you," argenti hums. "i've seen many beautiful things as a knight, yet you're still many, many leagues above all of them." he takes a brief pause before asking: "may i kiss you, my love?"

you nod slowly. he wastes not a second, pressing his warm lips against yours. his motions are tender, hands cradling your sides as though you were a wounded fawn. he continues to kiss you until you're both breathless, wanting to work his hardest to display even a fraction of the unending stream of love he has for you.

his kisses slowly progress and begin to trail down your neck. argenti's eyes are on you at all times, concentrating in case he sensed even an ounce of discomfort. you whimpered softly as his lips found your sweet spot. there, he suckled on your skin. it was careful enough so as not to alarm you, yet still rough enough to leave a little mark. (when you saw this love bite in the mirror later on, you'd come to see that it was indeed heart shaped.)

argenti then resumed worshipping each inch of your skin. when he got to the neckline of your shirt, he looked up at you, asking for consent. the sheer sight of his wide, pleading eyes made your heart melt, especially when you recalled the fact that it was only you who ever got to see such a deity of a man this way.

as soon as the affirmative fell past your lips, argenti slipped your shirt over your head. his lips reattached to you, leaving even more markings that cascaded across your neck and chest. every small peck to the gentle bites that he leaves makes your heart flutter. if it took the entire day of praising you in such ways to make you feel even slightly better about yourself, your knight would be more than willing to serve.

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n0tamused · 3 months ago

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Okokok so your dragon designs for boothill and Argenti. Could i request them (separately) with a human reader attempting to tend to their wounds after a fight? Perhaps theres some resistance (bc we know they both dont think too highly of themselves and would worry about reader) but eventually relent. Maybe unwillingly, like boothill looses a limb and physically cant take care of the situation himself.

Bonus points for dragon cuddles bc i really want to reassure them they're loved unconditionally 🥲

@dragon-anon

A/n: AAA?! This is so sweet hello? I'm a bit caught of guard/speechless to get a request on these designs but no complaints here ofc. Thank you sm for sending this request in! Let me know what you think :D

Contents: Argenti x GN! Reader, Boothill x GN! Reader, fluff, a bit of angst, dragon Argenti and Boothill, reader is implied mechanic in Boothill's part, petnames (my rose, darling)

Argenti and Boothill as dragons designs here | Ko-Fi

Argenti:

“My fair rose, this is merely a scratch, not even skin deep. You must not fret-” he hisses. “-over such miniscule things”. Smoke rises from his nostrils and his eyes squint as the painful sting of the herbal ointment pinches those delicate nerves of his open wound.

Not skin deep, yet your armor’s been torn through along with the skin and flesh, you think to yourself, holding your tongue between your teeth. Arguing back against his flowery words and scolding him wouldn't do much good when you're so angry from worry. He had tried to avoid your touch and aid when you first ran up to him after he returned to your city. It was evening, the sun was setting and no one else had seen him approach. You ushered him into the forest he crawled out of, making him duck and lay down, in a way letting the canopy of the tree branches overhead trap him to the mossy ground. His shoulder to his claws was dripping with sticky blood, his scales slick with it and glistening in the light of the fire Argenti so graciously started for you. Your house wasn't too far off, and you think to yourself how much more towels you'll need, water and ointment too.

“I hope you have nowhere else to be. You won't be going, else you want to make this wound worse on yourself.. No- I command you to stay” you told him as calmly as you could once you stepped away from his shoulder, glaring up at the dragon before you. His neck bent so his head could be closer to you, eyes like emeralds stare back at you. It looked as if they grew damp from hurt, shame moreso, your tone has stung him greatly, more than your words.

“My rose has been angered, I am sorry.. Anger does not suit you” he says, so apologetically you already know what's going through his head. He's already taken all the blame on his wings and shoulders. “I should've tended to my own wounds, like a knight should be capable of. But I've grown selfish… I will do better next time.. Will you forgive me?” The large carriage of his head lowers itself down, sits on the ground, and the large horn in the middle of his forehead still glistens with dry red blood, turning gold and red in the firelight. Your anger dissipates rather quickly, like a fire drenched in water, even if it desperately wanted to burn it no longer had anything to consume to feed its hungry flames.

“Argenti..” you start with a sigh, wiping your hands with a dry towel as you take steps towards his cheek. His eye follows you cautiously, sliding his head a few steps away, still not letting you touch him as he remains at his most vulnerable. He craves your touch, but he will not let himself be selfish. “Argenti” you say, more firmly this time and hurry to place a palm to his cheek. “... there's nothing to forgive, maybe not- besides this stubborn attitude of yours.. But no, there's nothing to forgive.. But you also have to listen to me too. Your pain brings me pain, even more so when you hide it away from me..” You tell him as your hand strokes his bony, dragon cheek.

“My… You speak no lie.. Yet I still apologize all the same, for my own peace of mind at the very least” Argenti speaks after a huff rumbles through his throat and through his nose. Warm hands find purchase on the side of his head, one arm extending to find his shiny mane, now disheveled and dirty, but you run your hand through the course locks and press your forehead against his bony cheek. He purrs at the gesture, closing his eyes.

“Promise me, my great dragon-knight, that you won’t hide your wounds from me?” you ask, giving your words a little lilt, lifting the tension that permeated in the air. He picks up on this easily, but recognizes the importance of the question, and even greater responsibility of his eventual response.

“.. I promise..”

Boothill:

You thought the earth was cracking underneath you once a tremendous shake made you tumble to your feet. So many terrible things ran through your head as you held your hands out to break the fall. There was a large crashing sound accompanying the shake of the earth and a roar followed soon after. That last sound you knew all too well. You weren’t sure what you should be worried about first, yourself, the guy that fell next to you or the idea that it was Boothill who was on the receiving end of a beating. IPC has been swarming the areas lately, looking for something they hid under pampered words or straight up refused to say when asked directly by a few bold individuals.

Getting your bearings together, you made way for the distant hills, the sandy dunes opening up before you like a city of their own, giant rocks stretched out into the belly of the sky like enormous spears. You raced through, following the traces which the sand didn’t swallow up yet, the spillage of oil and blood leading you straight to him. He was sitting on his haunches, his metal plating chirping with each small and irritated movement he made, his nose smoking with pale wisps of hot breath. Bending his neck he picked up the separated limb of his fore leg, the limb separated at the elbow with a few screws bent in the place where it was clearly torn away. There was oil leaking from his chest and sand was sticking to both oil and blood that was coating his body in various places.

“What happened to you? Boothill!” your pace quickened as you caught sight of th giant drake, his eyes focusing on you when his head swiftly perked up in response to your voice. His giant limb was let down to the ground with a thump, and he huffed again to show his irritation.

“Ugh- you shouldn’t have come out all this way, there as well might be more of those fudgeheads around ‘ere” Boothill spoke, lifting up to his three legs.

“As if you would let any of them run off. Have they charged at you first? Is that why they’re here, for you?” you shot back, your expression anything but pleasant, your brows meeting tightly at the middle and the corners of your lips falling down as if anvils were hooked onto each one. “Are you hurt?”

At that, Boothill let out a rough and quick exhale through his nose, shooting out smoke before he bent his neck down again to meet your fierce gaze, swaying a little with the absence of one appendage. “Hurt? Me? You need not worry about that, little one, nothin’ can hurt Boothill” He is in your face when he says it, his nose right before you as his visible eye looks as if it were about to challenge you, you - his brave human companion, to a duel. But there's sadness too.

You stare back, biting back the tongue that sought to scold him immediately after such a response and instead you reach your hand out to touch him. He moves out of reach, falling back onto his haunches. “It is cold out ‘ere at this time o’ night.. You should have waited till morning came. I would still be here” he says as he pushes some thin dry branches and an old looking, fallen tree together with his nose, sand dropping from his mane in a fine rain as he moves about, lighting a fire for you.

“I know you won't let me get cold.. Now, let me see what this is. They tore your whole arm out?” you approach the fallen limb that had sunken into the sand due to its weight alone. inspecting the connecting spot, what you’d call an elbow. Wires were cut messily, torn and now dirty with dust and other grime. The screw lay next to it, bent and useless. “Don’t you have a spare screw on you somewhere?” the wires could be dealt with, at least made to function steadily until you can get replacements.

“Hm- yeah, I got some on me, they should be up on the side. Can’t out here without backup. I was gonna do them on my own, but the forking arm get falling out, I couldn’t get the wires to connect - those are too fine of details for me” Boothill ranted as you already paced up to his side, waiting for him to finish his speech and lay down so you could reach up to a handle that was at the side of his stomach, pulling it down after a twist to reveal a compartment. Mostly mechanical replacements were found inside, and you managed to find a few screws and a deer skin rag for the dirt on the connection.

“Shouldn’t have charged into that battle. I just know you’ve been too stubborn to move away - wait for a better opportunity at least..” There was no use telling him otherwise, and besides, what’s done is done. “Lift it a bit for me, Boothill, I need to clean it out before I can even attempt to put it back on”

He does as you ask, and now, with his own steely limb in his maw, he can’t say much to you. All he can do is huff and puff at your words as you subtly lecture him on staying safer through expressed words of sadness and worry. You were worried, he has always been hotheaded and you’d rather not have him depart this world because of it.

“Just.. Please, think before you dive into a fight. Yes, you’re skilled and powerful, flashy, yes, yes - all of it, but think of the people that..care for you. Of me..” You told him as you were sliding the screws into their respective places, connecting his fore limb to his body. This time you are met with silence instead of a hot aired huff. If you were to say anything more, you’d only be repeating yourself, so you said no more and worked wordlessly.

“There..” You hopped down from his shoulder, carefully stepping lower before jumping to the ground. The distance was small, but it still made you grunt when you landed. The fire had died down by then, hot coals sparking and whispering to each other.

“Might it be I should be thanking you, darling...?” Boothill had laid his head down as you worked, listening constantly to your surroundings although he feigned sleep.

“Not before you try moving it. Come, give it a go” you urge him gently, stepping back as you wipe your hands at the side of your thighs. The drake before you rises, balancing his weight all on one side before testing his reconnected leg. His movement is sluggish, choppy even but he succeeds in flexing the claws, taking a few steps and laying back down where he once was.

“Gah… so much today surely exhausts the soul, don’t ya think… mmm.. Thank you for fixing me up, darling, if it weren’t for you I’d be wandering like an ol’ street dog, heh..”

You walk up to the front of him, sighing softly as the adrenaline had long since left room for the ache to settle in your body. Looking up at him from here, you felt nothing short of a kitten between the front limbs of a great mountain dog, a wolf really. One would say the word ‘beast’ best suits him, but he is nowhere near as cruel as one. For all the heart they cut up and plucked from him, they had failed to take away the good nature of his soul.

Boothill notices your silence and sees your faraway gaze and before you can stumble a step, his nose comes up to press against your chest, cautiously almost as if a mere touch would curse you. Wordlessly he asks you questions. In response, your arms go out and flush against his warm snout, your body weight relying on him to keep you upright and he doesn’t move as you give him this odd hug. He wishes he could hug you back, and he could if he meant to crush you.

“Just be careful.. okay?” you mutter, your heavy lidded eyes going up to meet his, his pupil focusing, staring before the heavy eyelid comes down to hide it away, like a curtain.

“Fine… I’ll do my best, but no promises - you know how the world is.. out there.."

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giamee · 8 months ago

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𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐂𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄!

╭─────────────────────── ( 🥭 )

a continuation of examining the intricacies of high school not-quite romances

› 〉 📂 .ೃ | high school au, short corny fluffy hcs of them as your crush yay !!

requested by @kaixblossom

╰─➤ 💌 ₍₁₎ confession time!! i know fuck all about argenti but he's a pretty pretty man so i will write about him in this. same for luka. sorry if i get their characterisations wrong i'm going off of vibes alone. will i be adding them to my masterlist though? probably not. ps new layout yayyy :3

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 ARGENTI.

-he's considered a role model within the school as not only head boy, but one of the best students in the year with the highest grades

-and of course, on top of all that, he just has to be unbelievably pretty, too

-a very good candidate to be your hallway crush

-you get a little giddy every time you walk past him, especially whenever he greets you in passing

-much to your delight, it had been happening a lot more often recently

-you had whipped out your phone to text your friend about this little crush of yours, not looking where you were going as you blindly navigated the school's hallways

-and, just your luck, you bump straight into something before you can even send a single tect

-your phone clatters to the floor- you have a screen protector, thank god, and you duck down to grab it, offering an apology to whoever it was profusely.

what you didn't expect, however, was for the other person to also bend down, your hand brushing theirs as you both reach for your fallen belongings

-"oh! sorry-"

-you finally look up, stunned to see the very subject of your desires before you

-argenti merely smiles, offering you your phone which you take from his grasp bashfully

-he then offers you his hand, and if you weren't blushing before then you were now as he helps you stand back up

"thank you..."

-"don't mention it." he smiles down at you kindly, and you suddenly feel very self-conscious

-"though, you should probably be more careful when texting and walking at the same time. even though it is cute."

-he leaves you to short circuit with a simple wave, continuing on his way as you look down at your phone with shaking hands as you finally manage to send a new text to your friend

you: HE CALLED ME CUTE !!!!

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 WELT.

-he's a somewhat elusive crush of yours

-you know that he does art, and as a result spends most of his spare time and lunches in an art room

-the very same one that you had as a homeroom in mornings before class

-there's no real rule about who can and can't use the rooms at lunch, but it still feels taboo to come in there, especially since you aren't an art student

-you had an essay due next period, and your school's library wasn't exactly known for its quiet atmosphere, so you had to seek out another place to get your head down and finish your assignment

-upon seeing welt, you realise that may be easier said than done

-he isn't being loud, no, but he's distracting in other ways

-he himself is concentrating on his own work, some sculpture that he's shaping out of clay

-the crease in his brows is cute, you think to yourself

-you also feel like a perv for staring at his hands and forearms for so long as they shape the clay, but you weren't going to tell anybody that

-you finally pick your seat at the same table he's on, taking way longer than necessary to unpack all of your stuff, any excuse to keep looking at him

-and even as you got to writing, you couldn't help your wandering eyes from drifting away from your notebook at to him in all of his glory

-it was mortifying to see that he was already looking at you, an amused smile on his face as you flushed from getting caught

-he merely chuckled to himself, his deep voice sending butterflies to your stomach as he returned to his sculpture

-you'd have to ask for an extension next period

�� ᡣ𐭩 LUKA.

-this crush creeps up on you out of nowhere

-your school had a lot of volunteering programs with the local neighbourhood, and you thought that you might as well sign up to one

-it would look good on your college applications, after all

-you weren't too sure what to sign up for, ultimately choosing a daycare for children

-there weren't any other names on the signup sheet, so you assumed that you would be the only one from your school helping out

-but on the first day, you see a guy roughly your age also waiting outside the building, and you decide to be friendly

-"are you here to volunteer as well?"

-the guy turns to you, and you realise that he has a really nice smile

-"yeah, i am! my name's luka, by the way"

-he's got a really nice voice, too

-and the rest is, well, history

-he's upbeat, and fun, and while the volunteering was never awful to begin with, luka's presence just made it that much better

-so really, you should have expected your friendship with him to ever so gradually begin to evolve into something deeper

-you couldn't pinpoint exactly when it became a crush, but you suspect that it had something to do with his insistence on walking you home to make sure you got there safely

-and how in the colder winter nights when the sun is already down before you two even begin to walk back, and you're trying to freeze in silence, luka decides to bring your attempt at being a martyr to an abrupt end by lacing his fingers with yours

-his hands are warm, and it's a welcome addition to your life, much like the rest of him

𝜗𝜚 honkai star rail masterlist

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iomoru · 2 months ago

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Stars Aligned

A/n: this was requested by @aventurine20! I couldn't find any Jiaoqiu headers at all so I had to improvise (◞ ‸ ◟ㆀ)

Genre: Canon Verse, Fluff, Asexual! Reader, Gn! Reader, Chars might be ooc, Second Person, Proofread

Chars: Aventurine, Argenti, Gepard, Jiaoqiu

Summary: In moments woven from gentle smiles, quiet conversations, and starlit evenings, he finds joy simply in your presence. A collection of warm memories with him, where grand gestures aren't needed—only the comfort of your shared laughter and closeness.

Aventurine:

The room sparkled, filled with shimmering stones from Aventurine’s latest expedition. His excitement was infectious, his grin wide as he dusted off a crystal.

“Look at this one!” he said, turning to you with a glimmer in his eye. “Perfect, isn’t it?”

You nodded, eyes tracing the stone’s patterns. “It’s beautiful…just like all of the treasures you bring back.”

He laughed, brushing his gloved fingers against yours as he handed the crystal to you. The simple gesture sent warmth through you.

“A treasure to match your heart,” he murmured, his voice softer now. “Being by your side…it's all I need.”

The moment was gentle, an unspoken closeness between you that needed no grand gestures. Just being near him, sharing these small joys, was enough for both of you.

Argenti:

The sound of lute strings filled the air as Argenti played, his focus entirely on you. He’d insisted on a private concert, claiming you deserved a melody crafted just for you.

“You inspire me, you know,” he said, fingers brushing over the strings in a gentle rhythm. “I don’t need grand declarations or anything extravagant—just your smile as you listen.”

The sincerity in his eyes warmed you, and you felt his words settle deeply. His music was his way of saying all that he felt, his melody wrapping around you like a hug.

As the song ended, he reached for your hand, holding it lightly. “Thank you for being here. Just you, nothing more or less…you are all that I could want.”

Gepard:

The peaceful evening light filtered through the trees, and you walked side by side with Gepard, hands occasionally brushing. There was no rush, no need for conversation; just the quiet comfort of each other’s presence.

When he glanced at you, you caught the softest hint of a smile on his face. “I always feel at peace when I’m with you,” he said, his voice as steady as his gaze.

You leaned closer, feeling your heart settle into a calm rhythm with his words. “I feel the same, Gepard.”

He nodded, a small spark in his eyes. “I never need anything more than this. Just us…you, by my side.”

The silence that followed was sweet, a mutual understanding that didn’t need to be spoken.

Jiaoqiu:

The stars above cast a soft glow over the two of you as you sat on the rooftop, leaning back and letting the cool night air wash over you. Jiaoqiu pointed out constellations, his voice animated as he shared tales about each one.

“You know, each time I see a new star, I think of you,” he said suddenly, his voice soft. “A light that brings me peace, even on the darkest nights.”

You turned to him, touched by the quiet admission. He gave a shy smile, his cheeks pink as he looked away.

“Being here, under the stars, just us...it’s perfect,” he murmured. “I don’t need anything more than this moment with you.”

You leaned against him, heart full as you gazed up at the stars, feeling his warmth next to you.

A/n: I'm sorry if this doesn't scream asexual reader at all I tried my best to do it (◞‸◟ㆀ) (I literally spent time reading a few hsr fic just so I would get an idea 🧍‍♀️, and also lowkey glad I know a bit of smth in hsr too (´•ω•`) )

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neuvilletteswife · 8 months ago

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Argenti Fluff Alphabet!

Inspired by the NSFW Alphabet by @fairy-tail-babes.

Feel free to use for your own writing Blogs!

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Argenti spends his free time to take care of you both physically and mentally. He loves to praise, cuddle and protect you. Always make sure that you feel happy when you are with him.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

He loves to admire everything about you. Your face, body and attitude. Everything about you is beautiful for him. Argenti never stop praising you.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

He is good at comforting you.

“Shhh…My dear please let me comfort you.” Argenti pulls you closer to his chest. “What happened? Do you want to talk? If you don’t want to it’s alright. You can cry. Let it all out. I am here for you. I never leave you my love.” He rubs your head softly and kiss your forehead. “You will get better soon. My beautiful. Please be relax in my embrace” Argenti rubs your back softly before you sleep in his arms peacefully as he watched you sleep with his soft and caring eyes.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

He wants to travel space and finds Idrila with you. He will support and take care of you forever.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

He can be dominant one or passive. It depend on you want him to be. Even he is dominant, he never push you into anything. He also follow your wishes too. When he is passive he is a good follower would do everything for you and will sacrifice his life if you asked him to. He loves it when you make him wrap around your finger.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Be the first one to apologize whether he is wrong or not and always forgives you. He prefer to talk to fix the situation over fight.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

He always says “Thank you” or praises you a lot for do something for him. Even though the things that you did for him is just a little but he always remember and appreciate everything you did.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Argenti is straightforward person. He never keep his secrets from you. He trusts you and shares everything to you. Lie and deceive are not in his dictionary.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

He learned a lot about your planet. How he should live or behave on this planet with you. He appreciated that you help him solve the problems a lot and he will repay you with his kindness and treat you like a prince/princess.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Argenti rarely feel jealous. He is always understanding you. If he feels jealous. He will just ignore it.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

He would ask your consent first. (What a gentleman) His kiss is loving, soft and passionate. He is a good kisser. Never too rough or making you feel uncomfortable. If you kiss him you make him feel lucky like he was born for this moment.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

When he feels his heart beating so hard when he is with you. He will confess his feelings for you. How much he adores and love you. His feelings are genuine.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

He will dream of marrying you one day but if you don’t want to it’s alright. He always lives with you until his last breath anyway. Your marriage are full of roses and luxury decorations. He did it just to impress you.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

My rose, my love, my dear and sweetheart.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when

they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

He will express his feelings directly to you that he loves you so much. He always treat you well.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Argenti will praise you in front of others but when you two show affection by physical touches. He prefer to do in private. (He is a knight so he won’t do anything too affectionate in front of people)

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

Argenti loves to do your hair. He is also a very clean person himself. He might clean your body too.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Argenti is born being romantic (most sweetest knight that you ever met). He can be both cliché and creative but he wants you to tell him how to make you happy. He likes to surprise you.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Argenti is always support and believe in them 1000000% He also help them to achieve their goals and praises while they doing it.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Argenti would like to spice out by taking you ride his spaceship and travel around the universes.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Argenti is walking green flag. He knows about you a lot. He always let you speak what’s in your mind without judging. He never being mean to you. Always empathetic and understanding.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

You are a beauty of his life. You always make him feel happy just being exist. He always feel grateful and lucky to have you in his life. You are everything to him.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

He doesn’t mind when you tease him. He also likes it and laugh but he rarely teases you.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Argenti is very affectionate and likes to touch you soft but firm. He loves to kiss, hug and cuddle for relief his or your stress. He would do everything you want him to do. Just say it.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

He will thinking about you all the times you left. Sometimes he messages you that he misses you a lot follow up with his infinite praises when you are on work.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Argenti would dedicated his life for you just like his aeon. Would sacrifice his life for you. Never leave you. His loyalty is very strong. Argenti is a perfect lover.

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cloudluvrrr · 6 months ago

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His off days

— Argenti x reader

Sorry I haven’t done requests I’ve been playing games and was kidnapped to go to drivers ed 🙁

I hope u like it’s pure fluff for once

Per usual I don’t believe in proofreading

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— Ma cherie - malice mizer

-he travels a lot meaning he sleeps in a bunch of random hotels, but he has a home with you on a far away planet. A simple little home, where he’ll go during his off time. (Which isn’t much)

-when he does visit, he’s greeted by the living room being tidy. And the smell of baked goods from the stone oven.

-most often than not he’ll return at night, you can hear the small clanks of his armor as he removes it.

-he’ll enter your shared room quietly and put on his night attire. Eventually joining you in bed slowly, not to wake you. Sometimes he’ll lay awake admiring your sleeping features, your soft lips, the way your nose scrunches, and your wisps of hair fall onto your face

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You slowly woke up, it was still night but your view was now obstructed by the night of beauty. “You’re back” you quietly croaked cuddling into his warmth “..that I am my love, please don’t stay up for me” he replied softly in his soothing voice as he traced the bridge of your nose

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-how you spend your days depends, sometimes you spend it baking together. Or rather staying cuddled up in bed as he tells you his adventures. Other days you’ll go to the market

-sometimes he’ll let your brush his hair as he washes his face, or fills out paperwork.

-and he’ll do the same to you (brushing your hair, and styling it) And He never fails to steal a kiss from you

-but he’ll never go a day without giving you some type of gift, he’ll give you many from his travels.

‘This one reminded me of you’.

he said simply as he handed you the 50th thing he'd bought in his travels.

-when it’s a holiday or anniversary he’ll go a bit bigger, but it’s usually a rose (duh), a trinket, or a piece of jewelry. Which all are on display on your vanity. (Or jewelry box or sink idk)

- he’d also help you shop for clothing, he’ll let you know what colors suit you. As well as silhouettes, but he will NEVER say something is ugly on you. He’d prefer ‘unflattering’ but he’d say it’s the clothing fault, not yours

-he’s a gentlemen, he’ll take you on dates, to cafes or fancy restaurants. Lead you places with his hand, kiss your hand, knuckles, wrist, nose, corner of your lips. EVERYTHING.

-He also bought you a promise ring, it’s simple with a ruby on it. He had a matching one, but it’s hidden under his many layers

“What is this” you asked looking at the simple band with a single ruby on it “a promise ring” he said kissing the ring on your finger “..it’s meant to embody our love darling, do you not like it?” He asked his brows furrowing in confusion “no! I love it and you!.. I was just confused on why you gave me a ring that wasn’t an engagement ring-“ you said trailing off, and he began to chuckle “one day my love, when i have traveled all the planets, we’ll marry”

He doesn’t have much time off two weeks at most once every few months. It’s tiring but when he sneaks into your bedroom it’s all worth it

It’s short I’m sorry 😔 I will write my requests guys TRUST 💪💪💪💪💪

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gh0st-onesh0ts · 2 months ago

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Argenti x gn!reader- day 23

summary- You meet argenti"s fan and go to one of his concerts

t/w- Concert, jealous (??) fans, fluff

Argenti charmed everyone with that cheeky smile and flowing red hair. Alas, he only had eyes for his one true love. You. If any of his crazed fans found out about your relationship, they'd probably lose it. Argenti didn't care about how the fans would react, aeons he wasn't even worried about dropping hints about you. He wrote all his songs about you, about your eyes, your hair, your smile, your voice. It was all something from a movie.

The first show you went to after you had started going out, you got a glimpse of how crazy the fans were. They were all sweet, you talked to them like you hadn't just kissed the singer 5 minutes ago. Every chance he got during the shot he glanced at you. Especially at certain parts of the songs. The parts you'd helped him write.

"And I can't stop thinking about you." He sang, the words simply rolling off his tongue.

The show was like magic, it was a surreal feeling to see all these people that knew him as a singer. It scary to think about how many there were. All these people were banding together to enjoy the one person.

You sung along with the words you knew all to well. Argenti had played some the night before. His fingers always danced along the strings creating a soothing melody. You felt safe, despite the amount of people. The closeness and voices of the crows made you feel connect, despite never meeting them before.

And man was the after show even better. You were the only invited, and he sprinkled you with kisses all of your face and neck. He cuddled you on the couch in his apartment, allowing your face to bury into his neck. THe room was quiet a stark contrast to what was happening before.

"So how were the fans?"

"Lovely actually."

"Really?"

"Well very enthusiastic. About you, its cute actually."

"Well, none of them have much of a chance, I think I got the best per

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maopll · 9 months ago

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Could I request Gepard, Luka, Welt, and Argenti finding their s/o's body pillow of them (the boys)?

THEM AS BODY PILLOWS

#honkai star rail !

⌗:, a/n : quick work cause I'm honestly getting so busy with this school year. we are rushing like crazy and it's only been 3 days since school started ...

⌗:, pairings : gepard (princess), luka, welt, & argenti w/ gn!reader (separately)

⌗:, note : I too would do this

— ୨ GEPARD ୧

You look sweet sleeping comfortably in your bed but why ... why do you have him as a body pillow ? Him being flustered would be an understatement. He would be pacing everywhere just seeing you hugging the face of the body pillow close to your chest and one leg hanging over his waist.

He just stares quietly at you for a moment as thoughts flood him. He was thinking that he was away for so long you had to resort to cuddling with a 'gepard pillow' instead of him and he's even more sad. Not because you made him a pillow without his consent but rather that you were so lonely.

He gently removes the pillow and replaces it with him, but taking great care in not throwing it to some corner of the room. He hold you by your waist softly yet firmly and presses a chaste kiss on your lips. He murmurs a soft 'sorry' before also drifting off to sleep with you.

"mmm... wait... Gepard? when did you come? and...Where's the pillow?..." you can find the pillow later it's time to cuddle your baby since that's what you were doing and should be doing now that he's here.

— ୨ LUKA ୧

He's squealing and jumping up and down. You look so cute ! and peaceful sleeping like that. He clicks more than ten pictures and immediately makes them his wallpaper. Oh you're too cute to resist but it's quite unfair that you are cuddling a pillow which can't cuddle you back but now that he's here you can hug 'luka' as much as you want.

"Baby! I'm here now scoot over let me cuddle with you" he looks like a golden retriever who just wants to hog their master's attention and affection all to themselves. It's not that you can actually deny him of his well deserved affection.

"Aw fine fine I'll kiss you and cuddle you, you big baby" you held his face with your hands and smooched him with kisses all over his face.

"That's not enough!" and there he goes tackling you and throwing your body onto the bed. It's gonna be a long time before he's done cuddling with you...

— ୨ WELT ୧

"If you wanted to spend time with me that much, you could have just told me" Welt chuckles as he sees you practically strangling the Welt body pillow that you have as you hold it close to yourself.

"I can't possibly disturb you when you have so may missions to go on! and... I missed you so much.."

The last few words came out as a whisper but loud enough for Welt to understand what you meant and it was true. He went to Xianzhou and then the Penacony's Family called him and the other crew members so he had basically no time to spare for even a few minutes of rest.

"I know love...sorry...I'm here now for a long time so you can spend as much time as you want with me." He pressed a kiss to your forehead and caressed your hair as he shoved the pillow slowly from you hand.

"No need to worry anymore dear... I will kiss you until you fall asleep in my arms"

— ୨ AREGNTI ୧

"Preposterous! Oh Idrila! I cannot fathom this anymore" he screams in a comical fashion.

"Chill Argenti, it's just a pillow... a pillow with your face,"

The most dramatic one because he can't understand why you would have to resort to cuddling with a non living thing when the living thing is right beside you walking, talking and breathing !

"Dearest this is a blasphemous act which a knight of beauty, especially one who is loyal to their oaths, can take! Why, why, pray tell, would you have to cuddle with a pillow?!" he falls to his knees.

You just sigh and drag him by his hand.

"Argenti, I didn't break whatever oath you are talking about and I still love you! I just wanted to make a pillow with you on it so that I wouldn't feel lonely when you're gone...to conduct your knightly duties..." you huff.

You saw how Argenti's shoulders relax and how he let out a content smile.

"Then looks like another one of my knightly duties need to be done hm?" he says so cheekily as he picks you up and carries you to cuddle with him ,"surely you can spare some time for the real deal my dove"

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trailblazethegalaxy · 8 months ago

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Space Patisserie ~ *Argenti*

Summary: Argenti is on the hunt for the perfect baguette in the galaxy. It isn't until he stumbles upon your little bakery that he finds exactly what he's looking for... plus more...

Pairing: Argenti X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 710

Warning: A little OOC? IDK this is my first time writing for him and I feel I got his character wrong...

Masterlist

In Argenti's mind, it's very hard to find a good baguette in the galaxy. His usual bakery had been out of business for the past five years and he hadn't been able to find another that could replicate the taste since. So you can imagine his surprise when he found a little patisserie in practically the middle of nowhere while his ship was getting serviced.

As his spaceship got looked at, he decided to spend some time in the patisserie. It was elegantly decorated in beautiful pastels. The inside smelled heavenly. An assortment of cakes, pies, and other baked goods were exquisitely displayed in the large display cabinet that spanned the length of the shop. Everything looked too beautiful to eat. Argenti couldn't help but smile. He had a good feeling about this place. Perhaps this will be the place that replaces his bakery that shutdown so long ago.

As he perused the assortment of delicacies, he failed to see the baker of the shop slip out of the kitchen to restock. She jolted a little at the sight of him before smiling.

"Hello sir. Welcome to Patisserie Galaxie. Can I interest you in any of our fine selection of baked goods today?"

Argenti glanced up at her and froze for a split second. Despite the streak of flour on her cheek and the dusting in her hair, she looked absolutely exquisite. With her pastel pink uniform, she looked as lovely as the baked treats she made. And she seemed just as sweet.

"You wouldn't happen to make baguettes, would you?" He asked. Patisseries weren't usually known for having bread products. But perhaps this place would be the exception.

She pursed her lips before giving a small nod. "We do, but let me make sure I have some left in stock. Bread goes fast around here considering it lasts longer on ships."

He can't help but chuckle and nod. "You are correct. But perhaps I'll snag a sweet treat on my way out."

She flashes him a sweet smile and he can feel his heart flutter beneath all of his armor. She truly was like all the sweet delicacies she crafted. He couldn't help but become instantly charmed by her. She was a true delight.

Eventually she returned with two baguettes all wrapped up. "You're in luck. I have a few loaves left over from this morning. They should still be fresh. If you'd like, I can throw some of our fruit spreads in, free of charge."

"Oh no, I couldn't. If I'm going to take something from you, I'm going to pay for it." He explained. He then glanced down at the display cases. "But I was wondering, do you have a suggestion as to what a person like me should take as a sweet treat?"

"Let me think." She mumbled under your breath. She looked through all of the treats she made throughout the day, trying to select the perfect one.

As she explained certain creations to him, Argenti tried to pay attention. However he found himself increasingly drawn to her eyes and her lips. She was a walking vision and she was so eloquent in her speaking. How could he not be attracted to such beauty?

"But I think, out of everything I make here, I think this one will strike your fancy." She pulled out an apple tart, about the size of a small lunch plate. All of the apple slices were arranged to look like a rose. It was perfect.

He nodded. "Yes, I'll take it. Thank you."

She beckoned him to the cash register before she bagged and calculated all of his purchases. When she was done and he had paid the correct amount of credits, plus a little extra as a tip, she bid him goodbye.

"I'll be sure to visit again soon." He assured her.

She flashed another one of her bright smiles, and it felt like he was about to develop a cavity from her sugary sweetness. "I look forward to your next visit, sir."

"Argenti, please."

She nodded. "Yes, of course, Argenti."

He swears he could've died hearing her say his name. "Until we meet again, my dear."

"Good luck and don't stay away too long."

"Wouldn't dream of it."

#Honkai: Star Rail #Honkai: Star Rail Fanfiction #Honkai: Star Rail Drabble #Anime #Anime Fanfiction #Anime Drabble #Knights of Beauty #Argenti #Argenti X Reader #Argenti Fanfiction #Argenti Drabble #Argenti Fluff #Bakery #Bakery AU #Drabble #Fluff

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felibrary · 5 months ago

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❛ 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇.. ❛

..and you'll never find a guy like that who's driving you mad

synopsis: no one has the right to call you a hopeless romantic when he exists; alternatively honkai star rail men and their love languages.

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: argenti, aventurine, sunday

wordcount: 1.5k | content & warnings: written with fem!reader in mind due to reader wearing makeup in sunday's part but besides that, it's fully gn!reader, ; headcanons

𝟎𝟏. 𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈 — words of affirmation ღ

does it come over as shocking when i headcanon words of affirmation as argenti’s love language?

argenti always makes sure that you’re alright, both physically and mentally.

the words of affirmation you receive from him aren’t necessarily always compliments to flatter your appearance. no, rather his words of affirmation always express concern and worry toward you, to make it known that he deeply cares about you.

plaguing his mind with the mere thought of you and your well-being.

he never forgets to ask you how you are and how your day has been, and in those moments you’re always so grateful to have argenti by your side whom you can rely on to carefully listen to every word you have to say.

“have you eaten yet?” is also a question he frequently asks. he doesn’t want to interrupt you because there must be a reason why you were so busy and caught up that you’ve forgotten to eat, but neither would he want you to neglect your needs and hunger. though he would never force you to eat anything.

complimenting your looks and appearance happens daily. be it when you try to dress out of your comfort zone, do a new hairstyle, or just change small things about your appearance like wearing a new necklace, getting a piercing, or doing your nails, there’s always something to compliment. and sometimes he even points out things you haven’t noticed yourself and you find yourself admiring your reflection in the mirror a bit longer than usual, giddily looking at the feature that argenti has pointed out.

he also works on your insecurities with you. he’s aware that a few words of praise and assurance won’t do to erase something you’re insecure about, but he does everything he can to lessen the impact that those insecurities have made upon you. he won’t necessarily teach you to love them but he’ll try to show you how beautiful you are — if only you could see yourself from his eyes.

praises and compliments on the things you’ve achieved, be it little ones like being able to open the jar of pickles, making children smile or bigger ones like overcoming a fear of yours, they fall from his mouth like raindrops. argenti always has to say something positive about you.

speaking of that, when you’re not around and people ask how the two of you are, he’s always eager to talk about you with that loving look in his turquoise eyes and the soft raspiness in his voice that accompanies his praises.

but he also talks about you when you aren’t even mentioned or brought up in the conversation — he will find a way to bring you up.

“ah, the new café that opened down the street? [name] told me about it.”

“it’s indeed a very nice scarf, my partner has a similar one.”

“hm, well, i’d have to ask [name] about that.”

“yes, may i please bring the remaining dishes home? my significant other has always taken a liking to these dishes.”

𝟎𝟐. 𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄 — physical touch ღ

a lot of people seem to share the opinion that aventurine is the type of partner who’d go all the way out to shower his significant other in gifts—ranging from trinkets to jewelry and other riches. but i’d like to disagree. although aventurine has a lot of money to his name he, to me, doesn’t appear as the type of person who only recklessly splurges his money on his partner.

instead, as a person who has been deprived of soft and tender physical touch for a quarter of his life, it’s only natural that a warm and loving embrace is surprising to receive.

at the beginning it’d probably be an uncomfortable sensation due to the scars of his past that claw at his body and the feeling of being caged in between your arms with no exit in sight would probably lead to aventurine internally panicking, trying to find a way out the situation without making it seem like he’s pushing you away.

and of course, you notice, his body language — his adams apple that keeps bobbing down in his throat, his arms that are uncomfortably shifting on your back, slithering down to your waist and hips to loosen his grip on your body, and his heartbeat, it’s rapid movements, tell you more than enough.

over time, however, aventurine would not only get used to physical touch but also start to grow fond of it.

it’d start with shy touches like picking off leaves that flew into your hair, to intertwining pinkies all the time, and eventually always holding your hand. brushing over the back of your hand, his thumb rubbing slow circles along your skin as you lean your head onto his shoulder.

he’d like it when you welcome him home with open arms after a long day of work, burying his nose into the crook of your neck and just staying there for a good 5 minutes, reasoning it by saying that he’s had a tough day at work (the 4th time in a row) and just needs to relax when it’s just him yearning for you — craving your touch as you softly card your fingers through his hair before they slowly move down to the shell of his ear and over his cheek to tenderly caress it. The both of you know that it’s a lie but neither of you bother to say anything in this moment or really, in any other similar situation.

honestly, i don’t feel like he’s the type who “can’t keep his hands off you” or is like super clingy, but he does like to keep you near. holding your hand, brushing over your cheek, hugging you from behind — they all serve as reminders that you’re still here with him.

𝟎𝟑. 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 — acts of service ღ

sunday always makes it known that you’re his number one priority and stand above anyone else (well, perhaps on the same podium that robin stands on)

his way of showing that he cares is through small but useful actions that never fail to make your heart flutter.

be it when he prepares your morning drink of choice, always making sure that it’s the right temperature and leaving a little sticky note next to it that says “good morning. i hope you slept well, i’m coming back home later than usual today, so don’t worry.”

arriving home after a date means sunday taking care of you. your complaints “that there’s no need, it’s only bothersome!” and that you’re able to do it on your own, go in one ear and out of the other. he knows that you can take care of yourself, but he insists on helping you.

he gets on one of his knees to help you slip out of your shoes, staying there for a split second to place a kiss on your knee before standing up, only smiling as he sees the flustered expression that you’re so desperately trying to hide from him to prevent his confidence from growing.

carefully, he drags the cotton pads infused with makeup remover along your face, wiping the last remnants off before throwing it into the bin. He then helps you do your skincare, oil cleaners, water-based cleanser, and face sheets — sunday helps you with all of these. (he’d even do it when you had a 20-step skincare routine..just because)

when the two of you go out to eat he always makes sure to “go to the bathroom” just to slip away and already pay for the entire meal so that you don’t have to spend a single credit. or, he already pays in advance.

speaking of restaurants, sunday always makes sure to research the places that the two of you are going to. checking out the menu and reading all the reviews, you aren’t aware of that so it gives you the impression that sunday might have already visited this place a few times. (although the restaurant has only opened a few weeks ago)

he’s the type of boyfriend to follow you everywhere during a shopping trip while holding all of your bags, not once complaining about it no matter how heavy they are. neither does he leave your side during the whole shopping trip in case you need advice on which piece will suit you the most (they all suit you).

sunday likes to follow the “private not secret” principle. he doesn’t necessarily show you off and flaunt you in front of his sister or colleagues but there will be certain occasions when he’ll make it known that you’re his partner. for example, sending you a bouquet of flowers on a special day at your workplace.

his cooking isn’t excellent but it’s enough to satiate your hunger, especially when you’re tired or sick.

“i’ll love you in sickness and health” — sunday takes utmost care of you when you’re sick, sticking to your side as much as he can and checking up every few hours (minutes) if you’re alright and if you need anything. He prepares cough droplets, medicine, cold wet towels — anything that’ll be of use to make you feel better soon.

okay so all the guys listed above are the epitome of a gentleman right? well let me tell you someone who isn't a gentleman at all: @azullumi. his ass first of all :

does not respond and if he does it's 1h or 2 weeks later no in between

says "my bad g"

plays valorant

can't ride a bike (L) and can't swim (double L;LL; L²)

the type to ditch you to do his l&d dailies

alcoholic.

just kidding. i love azul a lot, they're a really nice person and have helped me an incredible amount and really azul, i don't know where i would've ended up if it weren't for you. (though probably not at a therapist cause therapists here are fully booked/no places or available or they can't do shit LMFAO)

#felis staple of books ⋆·˚ ༘ *#hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr headcanons #hsr fluff #honkai star rail fluff #aventurine x reader #aventurine fluff #aventurine headcanons #sunday x reader #sunday fluff #sunday headcanons #argenti x reader #argenti fluff #argenti headcanons

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pearlywritings · 2 months ago

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New day - same you

synopsis: morning routine with them and other sweet moments

pairing and characters: Argenti, Aventurine, Blade, Boothill, Dan Heng, Gallagher, Gepard Landau, Jiaoqiu, Jing Yuan, Loucha, Sunday, Veritas Ratio (separately) x reader

tw: established relationship (marriage/dating), fluff, halovian!reader in Sunday's, halovians have back wings here, foxian!reader in Jiaoqiu's (and his part is written before 2.5)

word count: ~4k words

Argenti

With Argenti it almost feels like competition - who's going to be the first to awake and marvel in the morning beauty of their sleeping lover. He, with his flashy but sincere words and loving kisses all over your wrists, and you, with your soft touches and quiet murmurs of the declarations of love.

The fog of the dream is hard to fight through this particular morning - Argenti stayed up way past midnight to fix the “One and Only’s” engine and practically fell into your embrace after the shower, worming his way under your lax arms. His body clock, however, is sending alarms to his brain, pushing him to wake up, stimulating the thought of opening his eyes and having a blessing of witnessing your angelic face.

Which is gone as soon as it appears. You, awake, and still holding your lover in your arms, tug him a bit closer and let his face nestle into the crook of your neck. As a fellow Knight of Beauty there is no hate in your heart for the broken engine that kept Argenti busy tonight, but it doesn't mean you can't dislike it and let him sleep a bit more. It's not like you two are rushing anywhere.

When your tender hand is laid upon his head, lovingly patting and threading fingers through the heavy locks of crimson hair, the knight feels bliss. His mind is sedated and willingly enters the gates of another dream, just as sweet as your presence.

This morning you may not have your share of compliments, breaking the little ritual, but it's more than alright. After all, the beauty of the proper rest is a nice alternative.

Aventurine

No matter what day it is - Aventurine is always the first one to wake up. An occupational hazard, if you could name working for the IPC this way. However, the one of the Stonehearts despises leaving the bed without you, and even more despises waking you up before your alarm clock goes off.

Aventurine is a busy man, who is used to starting his days with calls and messages, managing to have at least three little ‘meetings’ throughout his morning routine. And he can’t have you waking up from his voice taking a sharper edge in the conversation with one of the partners. So you reached a compromise - you sleep with earplugs and he gets to hold you in the morning while on the phone, waking you up with some nudges and kisses once the time comes.

He loves to see your sleepy but absolutely lovesick eyes after he pulls you out of the dream and lets you rest onto his chest with his arm around your body a bit longer, until this exact call is over.

Then you’d take your sweet time in the bathroom and then, as you are cooking breakfast and he is on the phone again, the man would cling to your back with his chin on your shoulder and one arm wrapped around your waist. Then he’d keep talking with you on his lap, keep talking with his hands busy with the dishes, keep talking as you pack his and your lunches. He’d be having the fourth or the fifth call by the time you are all dressed up and smoothing some invisible creases on his clothes, but he’ll always put the caller on hold to get his ‘good morning’ with a kiss and ‘have a wonderful day’ with another kiss.

But don’t be fooled - he does all that only because you explicitly expressed that you don’t mind. Just one word of yours - and he’ll swiftly finish the call, turning off his phone and giving you so much attention that by the time you both leave for work, you're gonna be affectionately sick of him.

Blade

It’s ten more minutes, the swordsman reminds himself after a quick glance at the wall clock and back to your sleeping figure. Nowadays, the Stellaron Hunter doesn’t deny you the request of staying in bed with you even if he can’t sleep normally and stays awake many hours through the night. After some nagging from you he even stopped getting in bed with his clothes on, opting for the sleeping pants and shirts you’ve bought for him to match most of yours.

Blade is leaning back on the headboard with a pillow squeezed in between as one hand, wrapped in bandages, resting on his thigh, while the other is carefully caressing the side of your head. It’s hard to believe that someone is able to snooze so peacefully next to a man like him, let alone, pressing their face into his thigh with arms wrapped around his leg.

And ‘peace’ is what Blade cherishes the most during the mornings spent with you. He makes you feel safe. You make him feel relaxed. His body next to yours is the fruit of your successful worming into his heart, your body next to his is his sanctuary. The man’s mind is at ease and he more often than not falls into the light slumber, dreamless, yet lacking nightmares too.

You crinkle your nose under the more prominent touch of his fingers across your face, and Blade stiffens. It’s still three minutes more, he doesn’t want to wake you up earlier than that. Yet at the same time, something inside him is burning with the strongest yearning of seeing your eyelids sliding up and the prettiest drowsy eyes looking up at him with so much adoration, that his heart starts bleeding like pierced.

The Stellaron Hunter looks at the clock again. One more minute. Maybe tomorrow morning he’ll let you both sleep in. Maybe it’s because you are not in any of the upcoming scripts. Or maybe it’s because he’d like to try cuddling once more.

Boothill

When in his travels, the cyborg doesn't sleep in the usual sense of this word. The correct way to describe it would be ‘recharge’, hiding somewhere in the secure corner, not even lying down, just sitting comfortably enough and letting his systems cool off and eyes plus brain rest.

When he is back home to you however… He literally starts whining and complaining if you take too long to join him in your shared bed.

Boothill always asks you to sleep in panties/shorts only. Not because he is a pervert (though he indeed can touch or lick or suck a time or two), but because in his absence he missed the heat and softness of your skin so much, that he immediately takes the little spoon position, burying his face into your chest and keening on the feeling of your fingers scratching his scalp and playing with his hair.

He loves falling asleep to the tender thumping in your chest, and even more so he loves waking up to the very same sound. It reminds him that he isn't alone in this world, that even with all the losses he experienced he still has someone to adore and treasure. He always hugs your waist a little tighter upon awakening and presses a long kiss to the valley in the middle of your chest, closing his eyes and focusing on the deep breaths you release. It feels like heaven. It is home.

Plus, he loves your confident morning behavior, when you don't bother putting on a shirt after getting out of the bed and walking around the house still mostly bare, playfully swatting his hands away when he reaches to you with grabby motions. Well, given he sometimes walks around completely naked, he has nothing to accuse you of.

Dan Heng

Dan Heng isn’t particularly fond of you sleeping in his room. Not because he guards its contents akin to a dragon that fusses over its treasures or because he doesn’t want your body pressed close to his, no. Simply because his ‘bed’ is hard. And, admittedly, the mattress is not big enough to fit two people comfortably.

But you, oh you, are always so sweet about it and reassure him that you love the close proximity it brings, and that you are ready to deal with the slight body ache in the morning, understanding that Dan Heng himself is more at ease while staying in his own ‘den’ (he is working on it).

Mornings usually start with you on top of him - even in his unconscious state the man still worries about you, so he’d rather have you use him as a pillow (and, as you once teased him, he’d use you as a weighted blanket). Next, you’ll be swift to leave his side, throwing his coat on and quietly tiptoeing to the kitchen.

Usually, by the time you return, your boyfriend is already awake, but still staying under the blanket, waiting for you. He gratefully accepts a steaming mug with a calming herbal tea and you peck his cheek, flopping next to him with your own mug in a hand. You are sitting quietly, shoulders touching and knees bumping, while you are sipping on your drinks and chasing away the remnants of sleep.

Dan Heng smiles when you wiggle your feet under the blanket and put your head onto his shoulder, and as he turns his head to kiss the top of yours, securing a tender end to your special morning ritual, the man thinks he is indeed healing. And that’s what he cherishes about mornings with you most.

Gallagher

Gallagher takes extra long showers in the evenings after his shifts, because he doesn’t want to bring the smell of alcohol, cigarettes and anything else of the bar’s patrons to your bed. He doesn’t want you to grimace first thing in the morning and push him away, complaining about the stink. He’d much rather have your body tightly pressed against his, maybe face squished into his chest, arm thrown over his waist and legs stuck between his.

Gallagher loves just lazing in bed with you, as you are both awake. Loves rubbing his cheek against yours and hearing you reprimand him lightheartedly for the stubble. And yet, you never move away, welcoming his big palm resting on your hip, fingers lightly digging into fat and dragging you even closer to him.

Today you, however, throw a leg over his body and swiftly climb on top, immediately settling onto his chest like many times before. It’s because you know he has a night shift and you don’t plan to let him go until at least lunch. And your lover is strong, he can throw you off using just one arm or by simply turning his body under yours, but he does none of this, all because he absolutely adores your little sparks of possessiveness.

His heavy hand lowers onto your head, gently ruffling your hair, to which you grumble, poking his side with a single finger, only to scratch him lightly with all five a second later. Oh how deliciously he shivers and even a following pinch to your ass is unable to wipe a pleased smile off your face.

He’ll tell you stupid stories from the night before at the bar, share the worst jokes his patrons slurred and admit the teasing Sioban put him through once again, because ‘the old dog was glancing at the clock, counting the minutes till running home to you’. And you’ll be laughing. And he’ll be laughing too.

Gepard Landau

The Captain of the Silverman Guards is obviously the man of schedule. He wakes up at the same time, he wraps up his morning routine in the same period of time, and he leaves the house at the same time.

Every morning the man is trying his hardest to get out of the bed as sneakily as he can, because otherwise there are chances of waking you up and his heart cries when you follow him around wrapped in the blanket while whining that it’s so cold to be out of the bed and his warmest embrace (yes, you’re sometimes faking it, but come on, your golden retriever of a boyfriend is warm and comfy to cuddle with).

Can never deny you, when you squeeze yourself past him in the hot shower, explaining that yes, you are cold, and yes, it’s saving water (obviously not to admire your handsome lover and steal a couple of morning kisses from him).

You are still sleepy as the water is gushing on your body, which is held in place by two strong hands on your hips. Gepard can’t take his eyes from your cute droopy expression and smiles softly when you lift your head to let the water splash against your face. He doesn’t like it when you sacrifice your sleep in the mornings, but he can’t lie to himself that he loves spending these moments with you either. He gently brushes your wet locks away from your cheeks and forehead, leaning down to plant a small peck on your chin.

A cheerful ‘hooray’ is coming out in bubbles due to the water getting into your mouth, but you don’t care, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face into his chest instead. Oh Qlipoth, let this poor man be not that obvious with the raging blush from the new mark blooming under his uniform while leaving the house

Jiaoqiu

Waking up with the rays of rising sun to throw on an embroidered robe and get to the kitchen to cook another delicious breakfast for you and him is indeed a pleasurable and relaxing part of the healer’s morning. However, much more than that he enjoys wondering in his head who’s going to wake up hugging whose tail the evening before, just to arise the next morning and see if his guess is right.

Opening his fanged mouth in a big yawn and squeezing still shut honey golden eyes even more, Jiaoqiu starts his day with a nice full body stretch. Something soft gets into his mouth and immediately jerks, provoking an abrupt puff of air released from the male’s lungs. There is a dissatisfied mumble somewhere close to his collarbones, and when heavy eyelids slide open, the foxian catches just the swift motion of your ears pressing back against your head.

He can't help but smile softly, leaning down and kissing the top of it (his own pink ear slightly twitching as you quietly murmur in delight), then moving back and looking down to assess your sleeping positions.

Face to face and legs tangled together, your bodies lay closely to each other. With your nose buried into his neck and arms wrapped around his frame, Jiaoqiu, to his greatest disappointment, notices both your tails peacefully resting on the mattress behind your backs.

What a pity… Now it means you won't be helping him comb through his fur to make it look presentable and he won't be doing the same to you… Unless…

As the clawed hand carefully reaches behind you with a clear intention to mess up your tail and sly eyes crinkle in mischief, Jiaoqiu is truly ready to start his morning routine even to the extent of your complaints.

Jing Yuan

Jing Yuan is a true connoisseur of soft things. He has the fluffiest carpets back at home, silkiest fabrics for clothes, his bed is like one big white cloud, and his pet is a lion with a huge mane. Not to mention his beloved, who has the softest thighs to nap onto in the whole universe (he has never compared to others, but he is a firm believer).

The General has been having trouble waking up in the morning for a while now. Alarm clock? Ignored. Mimi’s nudges and complaining groans? Ignored too. Your loving voice and tender kisses all over his face? Careful, he is the Dozing General, not the Weak one - you are very much at risk every time to be dragged back in bed in your husband's embrace.

And that little fight you put up every morning to get him from under the blanket and send him off to the bathroom is his favorite part. Just like today.

If anyone was to walk into your bedroom, they'd see a strange image of your strained form being hunched and jerking backwards, trying to rip your arm from an iron grasp, and just a single hand visible in the mess of pillows and blankets, holding onto your wrist and trying to pull you back onto the bed.

You swear, the man hasn't even opened his eyes, relying solely on his other sharp senses to effortlessly catch you when you tried to flee after kissing him good morning.

It's pointless to remind him of the meeting today - he'll get there in time either way, but you still try to hold your ground and win this fight of stubbornness.

Jing Yuan laughs, when with a loud gasp you fall onto his swiftly sitting up figure and are immediately thrown back onto the bed with his sturdy body pinning yours underneath. He loves the heat of your face he feels when his cheek is pressed to yours. He adores when you wiggle under him, refusing to admit that this display of his strength didn't leave you hot and bothered. And he is absolutely smitten when eventually you let out a long exasperated sigh and wrap your arms around his shoulders, admitting your defeat, agreeing to sleep for a little bit more.

Loucha

The merchant is too used to the feeling of loneliness in his travels. Getting out of a hardly couple-of-days-familiar bed, grabbing a pin from a nightstand table to fix a quick messy bun and, swiftly stopping by the bathroom to freshen up his sleepy face, the man drags his feet to the kitchen.

Oil is sizzling in a pan, as the man throws the cut vegetables in it, grabbing a spatula. He is barefoot, still in his sleep wear and long locks of golden hair hanging in messy waves to his shoulder length. It’s the sight that is hard to resist, and as much as you’d love to keep watching your lover, so uncharacteristically unkept and cozy, the need to get closer to him gets too strong. As your arms encircle his waist and lips press to wherever you can reach, Loucha doesn’t fight a soft smile. Yes, on some of his trades he’s on his own, but your presence is such a sedative to his soul and mind.

You ask him what he is cooking and he answers, letting you duck your head under his arm, so you could see for yourself, and then offers you to choose something extra if you so desire. Giving him your response, you immediately suggest helping, but he declines, carefully prying one of your hands from his stomach and lifting it to his lips, murmuring how he doesn’t want your pretty fingers to get all tired and dirty in the very morning.

But you are a little stubborn, so when he lets you go, you stay behind his back and reach for a simple jade pin, heroically holding the whole mass of his hair, and take it out, letting the heavy waves cascade down his back. The fingers he’s just been so worried about, bury into the locks, brushing out the knots, dividing in parts and then twisting them one around another, collecting his hair into a nice, but simple braid.

The merchant is used to spending his mornings alone. But admittedly he loves you being by his side and your adorable little gestures much more.

Sunday

It is a well-known fact that the halovian has OCD and his prior commitment to the Order only proves it more strongly. Admittedly, ever since he’s been released from Gopher Wood’s clutches and left Penacony, he’s been getting better: less paranoid, less twitchy, more forgiving to not only ones around him, but himself. He’s been working on abandoning some of his habits, going as far as styling his clothes in a kind of mismatched yet still smart manner. And still he’s having a hard time not to fuss over his appearance.

While sleeping, Sunday is restless. Having been sharing a bed with him for a long time, you’ve been a witness to all - thrashing from side to side, kicking off and then dragging back the blanket, both head and back wings flapping in sleep, messing equally his feathers and hair (sometimes yours too).

And sometimes, Sunday wants to cry. It’s so intimate, it’s so sweet, it’s something he was used to doing on his own, but here you are - doing it for him, cooing lovingly and pressing tender kisses to the smaller wings protruding from the back of his head, making them tremble slightly and the milky skin of his cheeks - flash with crimson.

But you are understanding. You are gentle, when you offer the miserably looking man your hands and tug him out of the bed, walking him to the huge mirror and asking him to sit down in front of it. Your hands are soft and careful, as they are grooming his wings, rearranging the feathers correctly, removing broken ones, fluffing up the beautiful plumage that reminds of the night sky.

And you trust him to do the same for you! His hands are shaking, his breath is hitching while you keep encouraging him to clean up your wings after sleep, being nothing but patient as the morning sun arises.

The ex-head of the Oak Family used to say that patience is a virtue, but in the dawn glow of your bedroom it turns into his paradise.

Veritas Ratio

No matter what your sleep schedule is, Veritas is always the first one to wake up. Sitting up he reaches for his nightstand drawer, tapping the phone’s screen to stop the alarm clock’s ringing. His other hand automatically reaches for the black-furred critter, nestled onto his lap, to gently pat its soft ‘shell’, receiving a quiet content chirp. Once done with the phone, the man turns to the other side of the bed, reddish-pink eyes lowering to your still sleeping form, with another critter snoozing under your arm. One more is spotted at the end of the bed.

Every single morning Veritas witnesses the same view - well, maybe your sleeping pose is different, or the placement of your ‘cats’ on the bed, or how much of the blanket you've either stolen from him or on the contrary thrown at him… still it's always you, him and your recently adopted pets.

And every single morning your lover can't help but take some minutes from his work out session and dedicate them to simply sitting in bed next to you, observing, doing his own little research. Today he notes how you've moved slightly onto his part of the bed, head occupying both yours and a small part of his pillow. Then his gaze moves downwards, noticing the covers being pulled down your waist and feet peeking from under the blanket. That's so you - feeling stuffy and hot yet still moving closer to his body.

Carefully, not to disturb you and give a couple of more minutes to rest, Veritas bends down and kisses your cheek, testing another hypothesis of his - would you smile in your sleep, upon feeling the touch of his lips on your skin?

He is surprised, when you open your eyes, staring back at him in a haze. Sensing your awakening, the orange critter practically zooms from under your arm, then onto the man’s pillow and off the bed, disappearing somewhere in the hallway. But he hardly pays attention to it. No, his eyes are glued to yours and that sweet smile that tugs on the corners of your mouth as you reach forward to circle his neck with your arms.

Yes, his thinks contented, closing his eyes, another hypothesis of his has been proven right.