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spoilers for boothill’s story below !

do you guys think boothill used to censor his cussing because his daughter was around, and now the habit has just stuck..

#please let me die #i dont want to do this anymore #devastated and heartbroken take me away #hsr #honkai star rail #boothill #boothill x reader

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aventurine who loves affectionate mornings.

nothing beats waking up to your soft murmurs — sometimes cranky — which never fail to elicit an amused chuckle from him.

“mm.. five more minutes, pleaaase..” you whine into into your pillow.

sigh— he simply cannot resist leaving pretty bruises on your neck, gently rubbing your hips with his palms all the while.

“you don’t want to see me off? hmm?” he teases, but there’s truth in his desire to have you peck him goodbye before he has to leave for work.

he retracts his slender fingers that had been trailing your body, now placing them snuggly against your cheek.

‘one,’ he counts inwardly, ‘two, three.. four.’

alas, as smug as he may be, his routine habit of counting how many kisses he’s given you still remains. it grounds him— he finds it to be so.. weirdly reassuring.

maybe it’s the way his body grows warmer, deflecting all the cold he feels. the kind of warmth that only you can offer him.

sunday who loves watching you do your makeup.

a familiar red hue crawls onto his cheeks every time he observes you. you’re so enchanting when you’re focused, he can’t get enough.

the way you press your lips together with a tiny ‘pop’ when you’ve finished applying your gloss, or, his favourite, when your spritz setting spray all over your face.

god— sunday watches your nose scrunch so cutely as the mist reaches your skin, and the glistens it leaves, like silver glitter sprinkled perfectly across your features.

his mouth is left slightly parted as he absorbs your divinity. he doesn’t break out of his trance until he hears a giggle, just another endearing action of yours.

make no mistake, sunday has good control over his composure, but what can a man do when a competitor to idrila themselves is his to behold?

#see usually i like aventurine more #but sunday #ugh #didn’t proofread btw aha #hsr x reader #honaki star rail #hsr #honkai star rail x reader #aventurine x reader #sunday x reader #aventurine #sunday

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˗ˏˋ LOOK AT ME ALREADY ࿐ྂ

synopsis : just how much and often do they need your attention?

featuring : aventurine, sunday

AVENTURINE ;

- all the time, and he needs to be SPOILED.

- he won’t say it, though. he’ll just grumble, trace circles on paper and expect you to understand that he needs you.

- he also touches his hair a lot, hoping that you’d notice him.

- when you do pay attention to him, it’s often not enough. so he lets his eyes linger on yours a little longer, later narrowing them with furrowed brows if you still don’t give him what he needs.

- he physically can’t communicate how badly he needs you to kiss him, hold him, call him sweet names— anything.

- and it’s not a matter of maintaining dignity, he would beg for your attention if only he wasn’t so concerned about why you aren’t him giving any.

- instead of a “can we cuddle?” it comes out as a “are you mad at me? did i do something wrong?”

- “no?”

- oh you sound annoyed (you aren’t).

- “if you say so..” suddenly he’s not cutely sulking anymore, he’s tense— fidgeting with his glove.

- thank god it doesn’t take you long to notice his nervousness, he wouldn’t have had the guts to ease his worries himself.

SUNDAY ;

- robin kept track; sunday can average roughly around a day before he calls you if you aren’t physically there with him, and if you are with him, then he can only manage a couple of minutes.

- as for how much.. preferably, he’d want an abundance of affection, but he’s content with whatever you can give him in the moment.

- you can usually tell when he needs attention, he’s more obvious than he’d like. he’s nibbling at his bottom lip impatiently, or bouncing his leg, or occasionally flicking his gaze to you which is almost always accompanied by a forlorn visage.

- eventually, you give in. sunday is too much like an abandoned puppy for you to ignore.

- “remember me now?” he stubbornly frowns as you approach him with a guilty smile.

- “you can’t blame me for wanting to see you look so dejected, and cute!”

- that’s okay, he’s already forgiven you by the time you’ve planted a much needed kiss on his cheek.

#i may not play hsr anymore but i can recognise finely designed men #aventurine x reader #aventurine #hsr #hsr x reader #sunday #sunday hsr #sunday x reader #honkai star rail x reader

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˗ˏˋ NOT MEANT TO BE ࿐ྂ

synopsis : how do genshin men process a rejection?

featuring : neuvillette, wriothesley, al-haitham

cw : mentions of blood

NEUVILLETTE ;

- he was.. content. not with the rejection, of course— neuvillette’s melancholic air or the way his antennae drooped so sadly did not go unnoticed by anyone, not even the melusines.

- but he was content in that he was able to love you. he was at terms with the fact that he wasn’t able to have you or give himself to you.

- he just felt pleasant knowing that he’d carry his love with him, as a reminder of what a blessing you’ve been in his life.

- and though he wasn’t depressed, he still found himself leaning back in his chair, shutting his eyes and dreaming of a world where you let him in your arms.

- when the melusines curiously observe him, they can’t help but inquire, “monsieur neuvillette, why do you always say their name when they aren’t even here?”

- ah, so he’s been caught again, mumbling your name under his breath.

- “i.. i fear that i do not entirely understand why i do so myself, but i believe this is what humans call.. ‘yearning’.”

WRIOTHESLEY ;

- he thought he was prepared for a rejection. he wasn’t.

- he overthinks it, wondering if there was something he did wrong that make you reject his confession.

- and everytime he dwells on it, he’s subconsciously chewing at his bottom lip, not realizing until there’s sour blood on his tongue.

- he’s forced to rub it off on the back of his hand so sigewinnie doesn’t notice and begin to question him again. he doesn’t like her questions.

- “do you want them to talk to you?”

- “do you want to see them?”

- “do you want to hold them?”

- yes. that’s exactly what he wants.

- but he can’t say that, he can’t make that happen. because more than wanting to be with you, he wants to respect you.

- regardless of the abyss of doubts he’s pushed into, he doesn’t want you to doubt him.

- if you asked to end your friendship, he’d end it. no matter how his chest constricts at the mere thought of not ever being able to talk to you again, no matter the scoldings from the head nurse after his sleepless nights, no matter his crushed hopes.

AL-HAITHAM ;

- hey, al-haitham could just turn off his emotions for a bit. distract himself from a little miscalculation, couldn’t hurt right?

- his plan was a success, partially. he ignored until he just couldn’t anymore.

- the moment his pen wrote the letters of your name on a document strictly for noting work-related information, he felt tears prick his eyes.

- what was he crying for? that was all he thought whilst gathering his papers, and ironically, the thoughts only made more tears emerge.

- annoying. irritating. he’s frustrated.

- as if crying was going to make you miraculously reciprocate his feelings. there was no rational, logical reason in crying over it. so why— god, why was he looming over the table watching as his tears stained the wood? why was he feeling so helplessly weak that he had to use his arms to support him? why did he have so many questions and the answers to none?

- “uh.. al-haitham..? why are you..”

- kaveh. how characteristic his timing was.

- “go away.”

- in the end, the only way he knows how to cope is by suffocating all his feelings. isolating them and leaving them to die.

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin x reader #wriothesley #wriothesley x reader #neuvillette #neuvillete x reader #al haitham #al haitham x reader #i had some thoughts #didn’t proofread erm #also how do quotation marks work wtf