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hpalways · 1 year

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jelou <3 this is a request that can be a bit sad :')) for trey clover, vil schoenheit, rook hunt and jamil viper when their fem mc, with a melancholy smile, tells them that since she was very little she had to become "the mother" and take care of all the children in her orphanage, due to the absence of responsible adults, so now that she is in nrc so she is trying to recover a little of her lost childhood and do what she likes for the first time ^°^, sjsj Thanks and have a good day /ᐠ. .ᐟ\ฅ

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Character(s): Trey Clover, Vil Schoenheit, Rook Hunt, Jamil Viper x Fem!Reader (separate)

Summary: They knew how responsible you were -- how much of your childhood was used up on duties that a mere child should never have to do. So now, to see you smile, that was all they could ever wish for.

A/N: You as well! Also mb I wasn't sure whether you wanted hcs or drabbles, so I'm just gonna write drabbles for them.

Trey Clover

Trey thought you were quite alike to him. He sometimes caught himself thinking that you were... mature... thoughtful... resilient. It was strange. He had never thought of someone in that way, but the way you spoke of things, it would always strike a chord in him.

So when he saw you there on the balcony, gazing upon the views of Night Raven College, he knew. He knew he wanted to speak to you.

Your [h/c] hair furled along the slight breeze, and your eyes were distant, in a world unimaginable from here. As he approached you, he stared upon you with a soften gaze, never before seen with anyone else. He wondered why he held such a soft spot when it came to you.

You finally noticed his presence, glancing over to see his familiar dark green hair and gold-hazel eyes behind those rims.

"Trey," you said with a gentle smile. He found it very nurturing somehow. Really, a simple smile from you was nurturing.

"What are you doing here all alone?" he asked you, coming up right beside you.

"Been thinking of some stuff..." you trailed off. It left him intrigued, it really did. Oftentimes, it seemed you had much more to say, but you would not elaborate, as if you didn't wish to burden anyone else. But he wanted to hear it. He wanted you to know that he did.

"What's on your mind?"

You blinked at him, somehow surprised by his response. And for whatever reason, whether it was just the two of you, or you were feeling nostalgic in this moment, or he was watching you with such patience, you wanted to tell him of the weights on your shoulders. You gave him a smile in return, a mixture of slightly sad and content. "I was from an orphanage and back then, I had to take care of the little ones. They were practically my brothers and sisters, to which I love them. But... it's changed so much. Being here at Night Raven College, I finally figured something out."

He stayed there, listening, being the perfect one to bear your problems.

You took a deep breath. "I missed out on a lot as a kid. I was a kid raising other kids, so I never had the chance to live as a kid myself. So I'm realizing I need to start living for my past self, starting now. There's so much I wish to experience, so much that could fulfill my child self's dreams."

He believed you beautiful. So beautiful and strong as you spoke of your hardships and regret. But there was no regret. Just a determination to redeem to yourself. He now knew why he saw so much of himself in you.

"I'll help you with this."

"You don't have to do anything!" you said, shocked by his offer. "I'm already so grateful that you're hearing me out."

"I want to," he stated, leaving no room for protest. "What do you wish to experience first? I will do anything to make it possible."

You cracked a grin, this time not as melancholy and bittersweet. "Can we prank Riddle?"

He pushed his rims up his nose bridge and looked down seriously. "I said 'everything'... but, this... this... absolutely not."

Truly, the two of you were like the parents of the dorm of Heartslabyl.

Vil Schoenheit

You had this presence that Vil could never put a finger on. Quite different from the rest of the student population at Night Raven College. Was it because you came from this... other world?

Today, he had the honor of putting on makeup to your face. He had always wanted to; the structure of your face and your features was his perfect canvas. He could see much potential within you, a whole vision. By the end of it, he expected you to be glowing.

His face neared yours, his attention focused on his job at hand. He could see your blemishes, your flaws, your pores, but he loved it. He loved it when it came to you, because it made you feel more human -- more connected to him. "This will come together, I know it," he whispered to you.

And to those words, for some reason, it made you burst into tears.

Vil had never been so disrupted.

"What's wrong?!" he said, frantically grabbing tissues to blot the tears before they ruin your makeup.

"Sorry..." you murmured. "I'm just really happy."

He raised his brows, his light purple eyes shadowed in confusion. "Whatever do you mean by that?"

"I've never had a makeover like this before and I just remember wanting one so bad. Here I am now, thanks to you, Vil."

He crouched down to meet your sitting level, his warm hand grabbing onto yours. "Explain to me."

"I grew up in an orphanage and because I was older than most, I took care of the others. I didn't have the time to dress myself up or have friends who would do makeovers with me. And there was a time when I saw this most stunning lady from the street. I was amazed by her makeup and outfit, but overall, the aura she carried. You're like her too, Vil. You carry a confidence that I aspire to be."

His fingers came up to wipe at your tears, so tender and caring. "You will be, [Name]. So don't cry anymore. I will turn you the fairest of them all. You will live your dreams, no matter what. I can guarantee that."

Your tears stopped and you started to laugh. He watched you, astonished, feeling his heart racing at the sight. Indeed, you really were glowing... and it was not just the makeup.

Rook Hunt

He watched you for a while now, sensing the troubles that had been bothering you. But Rook couldn't seem to figure out what the troubles were. It certainly didn't seem like it came from school, the other students, or the blotting situations occurring here at Night Raven College. Rather, it was something else.

A hat was plopped over your head, blocking your vision. You tilted your head back to finally see a blonde bob and a grin. "Mademoiselle, you are looking radiant today!"

"Rook," you said in surprise. "How are you today?"

"Kindhearted as always, I see," he responded, smiling. "But I'm worried, my dear."

"Of what? What's wrong?" You furrowed your brows.

"Of you, of course. Are you alright?"

You blinked in surprise. "You noticed?"

"I notice everything when it comes to you."

A small chuckle left your lips, followed by a sad smile. "I guess you do. Sorry, yeah, I just... I've been feeling weird lately. Like I'm missing out on a lot. My childhood experience was not... the best, to say the least. I had to help out the orphanage and take care of the kids. Being here at Night Raven College might be the first chance for me to live out my childhood dreams. Is this silly? It is, isn't it?"

He shook his head immediately, his heart squeezing in pain at your truth. Was this why he kept such a close eye on you? There was so much more he wished to learn from you. Indeed, you were the enigma to the enigma himself, Vil. "Non. Not at all silly. In fact, come with me! Why don't we live out your dreams together?"

His outreached hand was in front of you, waiting.

You grinned, pushing the burn of oncoming tears down. "Okay."

Jamil Viper

"Can I braid your hair?" you asked Jamil one day. There was something so eager to you today that it nearly tempted him to say yes.

Instead, he made a face. "What? No."

Your face was immediately down casted, more disappointed than he expected to see. He was shocked as guilt flooded his system. Why did you want to do this so badly? Was braiding someone's hair that big of a deal?

"Okay, fine," he sighed, turning his back against you.

"I didn't mean to pressure you!" you said, holding your hands up. "I wanted to try braiding someone else's hair for once."

"You've never braided hair?"

You took in the gorgeous, brown strands that Jamil honed. They were so healthy and long, accentuating his darker skin and figure. You knew he took great care of his hair.

"No... my orphanage was pretty strict when it came to how us girls styled our hair." Your fingers slipped through them, soft to the touch. Something about holding his hair was so vulnerable; it was like a strong piece of him. "So I've always wanted to braid someone's hair. Thank you for letting me do this."

"Orphanage?"

"Yes. I was kind of like the mother to the other kids. I didn't have the time to do anything for myself. Am I doing this right?"

He swept his braided hair over his shoulder to look at it, only to burst out laughing. Your cheeks warmed in embarrassment, though smiling slightly at his amusement.

"Come here," he said eventually. There was no way around it. Hearing your story made him want to do so much for you. He was sincerely ready to give it all to this person, you, and he couldn't understand why. He grabbed at your shoulders and turned you around this time. "I'll braid your hair."

Your eyes started to mist, and you looked over your shoulder. "Thank you. Seriously."

Flustered, he nodded and diverted his attention to your hair. "Of course."

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hpalways · 1 year

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hiaa <3 I would like headcanons for pomefiore with a fem mc who is usually rude and daring with other people but when she is with them she becomes somewhat shy and blushing hehe that's all thkm :))

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Characters: Vil Schoenheit, Rook Hunt, Epel Felmier (separate) x Fem!Reader

Description: You were always blunt and straightforward -- or how others would often like to describe as rude -- with most people, but for some reason when it came to them, you became a whole new person. Was it because of their gracefulness and elegance? Or was it because they liked you as who you were? (headcanons)

Vil Schoenheit

When he first met you, he was intrigued and liked your confidence. He did not see it as rude and as someone who held much effort himself, he had a good first impression when it came to you.

He heard about your unfortunate reputation and somehow could relate himself to you. From the time when he took roles for shows and dramas there had been assumptions about him from the start. It was frustrating back then, so knowing made him feel less alone in his experiences.

For some reason, meeting him left you restless and shy. He was the housewarden and was indeed beautiful. Was that the reason why you felt like this or was it something more?

Sometimes he would notice the darkening in your [skin color] cheeks. He would question you whether you wore blush that day and would obliviously touch your face. This only caused you to warm in the face even more, pulling away as your heartbeat pounded.

"My my, what a beautiful shade. What blush are you wearing?"

And you would reply, "I-It's not a blush."

His presence also made you want to dress better as well. Almost as if you wanted to impress him. You would stand embarrassed in new clothes, waiting to hear a remark. And he would be satisfied.

"This is quite well. You don't look half bad, [Name].

Rook Hunt

Your loud personality had caught the attention of Rook and from then on, he had watched you from the distance, curious about the person you were.

It did not take you long to notice him observing you, especially from his unique aura and the way he presented himself, including the hat. When you first caught him, you were not pleased, giving him an earful.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" you said to an unfazed Rook.

Somehow, his casual answer to your threatening tone brought a change: from then on, he would come to you with questions and also just to talk to you. This led you two to get closer, leaving you to unshell yourself and you realizing Rook was someone you genuinely enjoyed being around with.

No longer were you so rude to him as you often were to others, you were soft with him, laughing with the enigma that was Rook. You started to feel shy towards him too, embarrassed by the compliments to you that often slipped from him all the time.

"Quelle beauté! You are, that is."

You would avert your eyes. "No, I'm not." And with that, he would only continue to shower you with more compliments until you stopped protesting self-consciously.

Epel Felmier

Epel didn't really liked you as first. He noticed how straightforward and sharp you were and was annoyed by it. Maybe it was because your personalities could be so similar. After all, two lefts don't make a right.

But when you had overheard someone calling him 'cute' one day and confronted the person for making unnecessary remarks, he saw you in a new light. You had seen through his frustrations, when not many had. And once again, perhaps it was due to how similar you two could be. You had a fair share to other labeling you as well.

His quiet character approached you and surprisingly, the two of you connected wonderfully.

You grew fond of him and found his strong spirit and temper familiar. His insecurities of his looks only made you hold him in higher regards, because you thought him wonderful.

He would sometimes stare at you for a moment, kind of analyzing you and that made you flustered. You would break away with pounding in your ears, confused by your uncharacteristic actions.

It was difficult to look at him without feeling so nervous now. Something about his mysterious aura but him slowly opening up to you was driving you insane.

"S-Stop staring at me," you would say to him.

He would tilt his head, smiling at me. "Why should I? Give me one reason and I might do it.

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hpalways · 1 year

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hey! i really liked the last twst headcanons you posted, they felt so in-character to me. can i request hcs for how leona, jamil, and vil (separately) would take care of a physically weak s/o who is prone to getting sick? thank you🫶

a/n: thank you so much! im glad to hear that!

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Character(s): Leona, Jamil, and Vil (separate) x gn!reader

Description: headcanons on how leona, jamil, and vil would take care of you as someone who is prone to getting sick

LeonaKingscholar

Leona would be a surprisingly attentive caregiver despite his gruff demeanor. He would make sure you take your medication on time and would always check on you to see how you're feeling. He may be lazy to all else, but for the things he truly cares about, including you, he would exert his every energy for.

He would try his best to cheer you up when you're feeling down, and if you need to rest, he would make sure you're comfortable in bed and bring you books or movies to keep you entertained. Of course, in a roundabout way, he wouldn't want to make it seem like he cared too much.

When you're feeling better, Leona would take you on walks around the school or the forest to help you regain your strength. It almost feels like you would be walking around with a leashed pet, with him stuck to your side.

He would never do anything to make you feel inadequate about your position and your sickness. He would not talk down and instead talked to you as every other person, because he believed in equal levels and fairness.

"Ya feelin' stuffy in here, [Name]? Let's get out and into the sun."

Vil Schoenheit

Vil would be a very meticulous caretaker, making sure that everything is clean and organized to avoid any triggers for your illness.

He would also be very strict with your medication schedule and would make sure you take all the necessary vitamins and supplements to boost your immune system.

Vil would be very gentle and comforting when you're feeling down or in pain. He would read to you, play soothing music, or simply hold your hand to make you feel better.

He would also try to find alternative remedies and therapies to help you feel better, such as aromatherapy, acupuncture, or herbal medicine. Each day he would come in offering tips and advices.

"Oh dear, do not try and sneak out of this. Come here and take your medications, [Name]. Now."

Jamil Viper

Jamil would be a very nurturing caretaker, always making sure you're comfortable and well-rested. He would bring you tea or soup and would cook healthy meals to boost your immune system.

He would also be very empathetic and would listen to your concerns and feelings, trying to offer comfort and support.

When you're feeling better, Jamil would take you on little adventures around the school, showing you his favorite spots and introducing you to his animal friends. He would also teach you some of his favorite spells to keep you entertained.

"Do not worry. We will get through this, through the pain. You want my hand to hold? Here."

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how they would comfort you

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Characters: Leona, Azul, Ace

Warnings: None

Leona

He would listen patiently: Leona may not be the most talkative person, but when you need someone to listen, he'll be there. He has a natural ability to read people, and can often pick up on when something is bothering you, even if you don't say it out loud. He'll sit quietly and let you vent, offering words of encouragement when needed.

He would provide physical comfort: Leona isn't afraid of physical touch, and he understands that sometimes a hug or a hand on the shoulder can do wonders for someone who's feeling down. He'll wrap his arms around you and hold you close, providing a sense of comfort and security.

He would use humor to lighten the mood: Leona has a dry sense of humor that not everyone appreciates, but when you're feeling down, he'll use it to make you laugh. He'll crack a joke or make a sarcastic comment, knowing that sometimes laughter really is the best medicine.

He would offer practical advice: Leona may not be the most emotionally expressive person, but he's practical and level-headed. If you come to him with a problem, he'll offer solutions and advice that are grounded in reality. He won't sugarcoat things, but he'll help you come up with a plan to move forward.

He would show his support through actions: Leona is a man of action, and he believes that sometimes the best way to show someone you care is by doing something for them. If you're going through a tough time, he might cook you a meal, help you with a project, or even just offer to spend time with you doing something you enjoy.

“Just say the word and I’ll do it. ‘Cause you be worth it. No one else but you.”

Azul

Azul would use his words carefully and thoughtfully. He has a talent for manipulating language to achieve his own goals, but he can also use this skill to comfort someone. He would listen carefully to the person's concerns and then choose his words carefully to offer reassurance and support.

Azul would also use his charm and charisma to put the person at ease. He has a way of making people feel comfortable around him, and he would use this to help someone feel more relaxed and open up to him about their feelings.

Azul would likely use physical touch to offer comfort. He's not afraid to be close to someone and would probably put an arm around them or hold their hand to offer reassurance.

He might offer to use his magic to help the person feel better. Azul is a skilled magician and would likely have some spells or potions that could help someone feel more at ease.

Azul would also likely use humor to lighten the mood. He's known for his quick wit and clever comebacks, and he would use this to make someone laugh and forget their troubles for a moment.

“I can grant you any wish you’d like. Your happiness will be at my command.”

Ace

Ace is a great listener. Whenever you're feeling down, he'll give you his full attention and listen to what you have to say. He won't interrupt or judge you, and he'll provide a safe space for you to express your feelings.

Ace is very empathetic. He's able to put himself in your shoes and understand how you're feeling. This allows him to provide comforting words that are genuine and meaningful.

Ace is a physical person. He'll often use physical touch to comfort you, such as a warm hug or holding your hand. He knows that sometimes words aren't enough, and a reassuring touch can go a long way.

Ace is good at making you laugh. He knows that laughter can be a powerful tool to lift your mood and make you feel better. He'll crack jokes or tell funny stories to help you forget about your troubles, even if it's just for a little while.

Ace is a problem-solver. If you're facing a difficult situation, Ace will try to find a solution to the problem. He'll brainstorm ideas with you and offer his support to help you overcome any obstacles.

“Hey... come here. Let it out now.”

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sleep buddies

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Character(s): Leona Kingscholar x GN! Reader

Quick Summary: Lately, you had been feeling burnt out from studying so hard. Exhausted and maybe now delusional, you jokingly thought to yourself that a nap with the king of naps wouldn’t be such a bad idea. Until it was no longer a joke and you found yourself craving for his presence all the more.

You had been studying in the library all day and were feeling exhausted. As you made your way back to your dorm room, you couldn't help but think about how nice it would be to take a nap. Maybe you could even convince Leona to take one with you. You knew how much he loved his naps.

As you made your way to the dorm, you had suddenly crossed paths with the devil, Leona himself! He was flipping through a book with a bored expression on his face. He looked up at the sound of your footsteps, and you couldn't help but feel your heart skip a beat at the sight of him.

For some reason, as if your mouth had a mind of its own, you asked him the question. The all nighters were getting to you.

"Hey, Leona," you said, trying to keep your voice casual. "Do you want to take a nap with me?"

He raised an eyebrow in surprise and let out a grunt, but didn't object.

The next you knew, you were in his room.

As if you had been possessed, you climbed onto his bed and snuggled up next to him. Once again, to your pleasant surprise, he made no complaint. You could feel his warmth next to you, and you closed your eyes with a contented sigh.

For a few minutes, you both lay in silence, enjoying the feeling of each other's presence. You could feel your breaths slowing down, and you knew that you were both starting to drift off.

As you fell into a deep sleep, you felt Leona's arm wrap around you, pulling you closer to him. You snuggled in even closer, feeling safe and content in his embrace.

When you woke up a few hours later, you found that Leona was still asleep next to you, his breathing slow and even. You couldn't help but smile at the sight of him, feeling a sense of closeness that you had never felt before.

As you gently extricated yourself from his grasp, you felt a pang of sadness at leaving him. You wished that you could stay with him forever, just like this, in a state of blissful contentment.

But you knew that you had to leave, and so you got up and left the room, feeling grateful for the brief moment of intimacy that you had shared with Leona.

Over the next few days, you found yourself unable to stop thinking about the nap that you had taken with Leona. You couldn't help but feel a sense of longing whenever you saw him around campus, and you found yourself daydreaming about what it would be like to be with him again. It was weird. You thought you were going crazy.

Suddenly, you felt a warm presence next to you, and you looked up to see Leona standing next to your desk. You blinked in awe. Maybe he was going crazy too.

"Hey," he said softly, his voice surprisingly gentle. "I heard that you've been studying all day. Do you want to take a break and nap with me again?"

You felt your heart race at the sight of him, and you couldn't help but nod in agreement. It was seriously kind of out of character of him, but perhaps he actually enjoyed your presence. You followed him out of the library and back to his dorm room, where he led you to his bed and pulled you into his arms.

For a few minutes, you both lay in silence, enjoying the feeling of each other's presence. You could feel your breaths slowing down, and you knew that you were both starting to drift off.

As you fell into a deep sleep, you felt Leona's arm wrap around you again, holding you close to him. You could feel his warmth radiating against your skin, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of safety and comfort in his embrace.

When you woke up a few hours later, you found that Leona was still asleep next to you, his breathing soft and even. You couldn't help but smile at the sight of him, feeling a sense of happiness that you had never experienced before.

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Field of Academia || Alhaitham

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Character: Alhaitham x Reader

Warnings: None

As a young scholar studying at the Sumeru Akademiya, you were fascinated by the intellectual prowess of Alhaitham, the Akademiya's Scribe. His unmatched intellect and sharp wit drew you in, and you found yourself seeking his guidance and advice on all matters of academia.

Over time, your admiration for Alhaitham grew into something more, and you found yourself drawn to him in ways that you couldn't explain. However, Alhaitham's uncompromising views on rationality and truth made it difficult for you to connect with him on a personal level. He was distant and cold, seemingly more concerned with the pursuit of knowledge than the affections of others.

Despite this, you found yourself pining over him, longing for his attention and affection. You would often catch yourself staring at him during lectures or daydreaming about him in your studies. You knew that your feelings for him were irrational, but you couldn't help but feel drawn to him.

One day, while you were lost in thought, Alhaitham approached you. You were surprised to see him so close, as he had never shown much interest in your company before.

"May I have a word with you?" he asked, his piercing gaze fixed on you.

You nodded, feeling nervous but also excited at the prospect of having his undivided attention.

"I have noticed that you have been following my work closely," he said, his tone cool and measured. "I must say, I am impressed by your dedication to the pursuit of knowledge."

You felt a rush of warmth flood through you at his words. It was the closest thing to a compliment that you had ever heard from him.

"Thank you, Alhaitham," you replied, your heart pounding in your chest.

For a moment, the two of you stood in silence, each lost in thought. You wondered if he had any inkling of your feelings for him, or if he was simply making polite conversation.

Then, suddenly, Alhaitham spoke again.

"I know that I can be difficult to approach at times," he said, his voice softer now. "But I want you to know that I value your insights and opinions. Your perspective is unique, and I believe that we could learn a lot from each other."

You felt a surge of hope rise in your chest. Was he really saying what you thought he was saying?

"Would you like to work with me on a research project?" he asked, his gaze intense. "I believe that together, we could make significant contributions to the field of academia."

You felt a smile spread across your face, unable to contain your joy.

"Yes, Alhaitham," you replied eagerly. "I would love to work with you."

As the two of you walked away, you couldn't help but feel that this was just the beginning of something special. Alhaitham may be difficult to understand, but you knew that there was something special between the two of you, and you were excited to explore it further.

#genshin impact #Genshin #alhaitham #alhaitham x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact drabble #genshin alhaitham #alhaitham x you #x reader #reader insert #fluff #cute

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A Game of Tag

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Character(s): Jack Howl x GN!Reader

Quick Summary: Jack’s siblings came to visit, and you were shown yet another side to him, reinforcing your belief that his compassion expanded beyond bounds.

A/N: I literally love his character so much hahaha. He also gives off major tsundere vibes but in the best way possible. But yeah, I was confused why I liked him so much and then I see he’s a libra and it makes sense now (jk haha)

BACK then, Jack Howl used to scare you a little.

Now? Not so much.

You were beginning to know him a bit too well. There were cracks and crevices that shown past through his initial persona to reveal a deeper character, with dreams, passions, goals, and experiences. He had many different dimensions, but he always stayed consistent to himself. Which you thought was admirable. And when you finally earned his respect, you were continued to be shown so many diverse sides of him.

Like today, for instance. His siblings had come on campus to visit him today. A younger brother and sister, with vague features similar to Jack's. You had come out to the field to see him entertaining his siblings and stayed to watch for a while.

For once, he had worn such a carefree smile.

It nearly took your breath away from how usual it was. But it was also stunning. His sharp pearls glistened underneath the sun, while the curves of his cheeks turned upward in delight. His usual messy, silver hair was even more tousled from all the running, but the corners of his ears were upright to display his affection. A strange combination with the brute strength he contained, rippling muscles and big form. And yet, somehow it worked. All these qualities of his made him Jack Howl. When it came to the ones he cared about, he did it to the fullest.

Golden eyes flew over to meet yours. "Come join us, [Y/N]."

"I'm good," you said, hands up in surrender. "I don't have that kind of stamina. You're a beast."

Despite your protests, he called a time out to his siblings and allowed them to explore on their own. Then he ran up to you, a glare suddenly fixated upon your presence. "What did I tell ya? You needa start workin' out."

"Okay, coach," you responded, rolling your eyes. He growled under his breath and you grinned. "Stop whining so much. I saw you how happy you were."

He widened his eyes and looked away, annoyed that you caught him. "I was not."

You reached out an arm and with the help from the bleachers, you were tall enough to touch his hair. It was soft and furry, the feeling of it comforting beneath your palm. Before he could do anything about it, you gave it a good ruffle. His reaction was everything. Shocked and embarrassed, his cheeks reddened as he pulled away. But like you said, you knew him too well. He liked it. He liked it, a lot, as a matter of fact.

"You're gettin' too comfortable." However, that was all he said, which you took it as a good sign.

"Tell me about your brother and sister," you said, ignoring his statement.

"They like sports."

You made a face. "Is that it? They're exactly like you."

He nodded. "I just know we'll have a good time together. It's nice watchin' them grow up."

"You must be a proud brother," you added, a smug smile weaving along your lips.

He stared at you for a moment, not saying anything as if in deep thought. The softening of his features clearly expressed more than words ever could. It was a look... a tinge of slight nostalgia mixed with bittersweetness on top of swelling pride. How cute. It was always thrilling to learn more about Jack, especially since he kept it himself most of the time. But you knew actions speak louder than words. His actions were always prominent and special, played out in utmost care.

The sun was killing you. You didn't understand how Jack could stand it when he had been out for hours already. No wonder he was so tan.

"I'm going back," you told him.

"You're joinin' us for one round of tag first."

"What?!"

In the end, you could not get out of your predicament. It didn't take long until the two kids returned, fired up with passion. Jack was not wrong at all. They were indeed really into sports. It was evil of him to involve you like this.

The game of tag started, with Jack's brother being it. As he counted up to twenty, you ran with your poor legs as fast as you could, panting heavily from your obvious lack of stamina. If this wasn't hell, you didn't know what was.

It didn't take long before the rascal caught up with you, chasing at your tail. Yelling in fright for your incoming doom, you ran like your life was ending. Alas, it didn't make much of a difference. The little guy pounced on you and you were tackled to the ground.

Laying there as he ran off, you stayed there for a moment, chest rising up and down.

A shadow loomed across your face, blocking the sun and bringing about cooling relief. "You quittin' already?" It was Jack, thoroughly amused by your nearing deathbed.

"You!" you quipped, sitting upward. You started chasing him down, your eyes stuck to your destination. And as you cornered him like a predator latching on its prey, you began to realize that your thoughts applied everywhere. Your eyes were always on him, on his familiar biker's jacket and spiky hair. There were so many charms that came along with him, and those charms continued to attract your attention. "I gotchu now, you loser."

You spoke too soon. As you dived towards him, he dodged to the right and sped off into the distance, his skills shining through.

The game ended with you as the tagger, to no one's surprise.

Sweat riddened and exhausted, you slumped into a ball.

Jack's familiar form appeared once more. "You did good, [Y/N]." And though you struggled the entire game, he was genuine in his compliment.

With his back turned on you, he leaned forward to show that he was willing to give you a piggyback ride back to the dorms. Classic Jack.

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Hopeless Romantic

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Character(s): Deuce Spade x GN! Reader

Quick Summary: Exposed for being a romantic, Deuce is teased relentlessly by his dorm mates. When he has enough of it, he sulked alone until you decide to take him out on a date, to let him experience what he always wished to experience.

CACKLES filled the air at Heartslabyul and would not cease. All of them aimed at a poor boy with dark blue hair and cyan eyes. Deuce couldn’t handle it anymore, to be honest. All he had said was a single statement. A single statement! That he was amazed by the King and Queen’s relationship and wished for something similar. But that was enough for them.

“Deuce, we can get married if you want. It’ll be romantic, I swear,” Trey said with a wink. He returned to chortling with the others again as if it was hilarious.

Ace snicked and made a kissy face. “Mwah mwah.”

Deuce gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes. They wouldn’t stop no matter what. “Whatever,” he gruffly responded, turning away from them. He ignored the calls of protests from behind him as he left for his room. He was angry, wasn’t he? No. It was just that their teasing had hurt him. He was sometimes more sensitive than let on, especially when it came to the idea of love.

Maybe he should just use his fists to silence them.

By the time you and Grim had entered the vicinity of Heartslabyul, he was already gone. Despite his lack of presence, Trey and Ace continued to joke about him.

“[Y/N], hear about this!” Ace said to you. The red head eagerly leaned into your ear to whisper -- not that it was a secret anymore at this point. “Deuce is a romantic!”

You raised your brows in surprise. “Really?”

He nodded and thumbed at Trey, who was cleaning his lenses. “Trey told us.”

Grim crossed his arms. “What’s the big deal about romance? Seems bleh to me.”

“Where is Deuce anyway?” you asked, looking around the area. He was nowhere to be found.

“He ran away when we made too much fun of him,” Trey answered.

You sighed. “Did you guys hurt his feelings?”

The two of them exchanged glances and shrugged. Neither seemed too guilty about it. “Look. He’ll get over it soon,” Ace tried to assure you.

“I’ll go talk to him.”

You took off into the direction of the rooms, ignoring Ace who groaned. “Come on, [Y/N]!”

Something in your gut told you that it was more serious than it looked. Duece was much more earnest than some could give him credit for. There was always that look in his eyes, a longing of a kind. One that maybe even he didn’t know of, but one you had noticed. So really... to hear this about him, it actually grew respect within you. It gave dimension and shape to the boy known as the delinquent.

Grim narrowed his eyes. “You’re acting weird, [Y/N].”

“Am I now?” you said, casually. “Must be because I’m nervous. I’m taking Deuce out on a date.”

The monster cat made a face. “What?! Are you out of your mind?! Is... Is... this romantic thing a disease? It must have spread. Oh no.”

You ignored him as you thought of ways to improve the experience before you approached Deuce. There needed to be some planning beforehand, right? It would not be romantic in the slightest if you were indecisive and had no idea where to go from there. Maybe some flowers... would he like that? And should you set out a picnic for the two of you? The thought of it warmed your heart, the picture as clear as the skies. It was good weather today too -- it would be a shame to waste its potential.

"What kind of food would you like on a picnic?" you asked the cat. Just as he was about to proudly answer for himself, you interrupted him. "Actually, don't answer that. You'll just say tuna. We don't want anything stinky like that."

"Hey!" Grim looked at you, teary-eyed. "I want to go on a picnic."

"You're not invited." You stuck out a tongue to tease him. "Thought romance seemed bleh to you."

Grim cried at the words you shoved back to him in karma and that was when the two of you parted, him returning to the Ramshackle Dorm while you went out to run on your errands to perfect the date.

Once everything was set up and ready to go, you then shifted your attention to your looks. You were going all out for this, and though you said you were nervous earlier as a joke, it was no longer turning into a joke. Your ego... was relying on his answer. Somehow, there was so much faith put onto him.

Your outfit was really simple but put together. Wearing a white blouse and black trousers, they fit well to your figure and was accentuated by gold jewelry. Black platform boots was the final kick, the cherry on top. It was much different from your usual school uniform that you felt self-conscious. This was all for Deuce Spade. For Deuce... you didn't understand why you were going to such great lengths. Was there something you were craving for too? Perhaps there would be closure in that question during the date.

With no time left to lose, you hurried on over to Heartslabyul once more. There it was. The door to Deuce's room. Gosh, why is my heart beating so fast? you thought as you held your hands behind your back. Finally, you took a deep breath and removed one hand to rap the door, three times.

The door took a while to open, the sound of shuffling heard from behind. A click went off and the gap widened to reveal him, dark blue hair messy and his uniform rumpled, as if he just woken up from a nap. "What... [Y/N]?!" He took you in, from head to toe, confused and slightly scared.

You brought the flowers out from your back and showed it to him. The bouquet was beautifully made, a spring of colors to bless the eyes. "Hi," you said shyly, looking down for a moment.

"Did Trey and Ace send you here?" he asked, growing furious. "You heard from them, right? Are you making fun of me too?"

"What? No. What are you talking about--" He didn't buy it... He had lumped you in with the others and expected the worse from you. This had hurt you more than you'd like to admit.

"I don't want to play in this sick game of yours." He turned away and tried closing the door on you.

You stopped it just in time, pushing through with a frustrated expression on. "Listen to me, Deuce. This is not a prank. Do you see Ace and Trey anywhere to be found? I sided on your behalf, you know."

The door stopped wrestling, his form halting in surprise. "You... did?"

You nodded. "Now go on a date with me, you dimwit."

His green-blue eyes widened in awe, the apples of cheeks reddening to contrast his pale skin. How wonderful. His reaction brought a smile to your lips. It was nice to see him getting flustered, because of you of all things. "I... okay. I'll go on a date with you. Let me... get changed first. I can't be the only one looking so shabby."

You waited for him to get changed and once he was done, he donned a t-shirt and jeans, with his hair combed and styled. He could do better, but you were content with this. You were fine with it because you were looking forward to spending time with him the most. And that was a really romantic thing to think of, right? Surely Deuce would agree.

Your flowers were accepted, the grin on his face a key sign that he was enjoying himself already. He smelled the flowers, his eyes fluttering shut like a sweet embrace. "Thank you. I love them."

The both of you set off into the world, side by side and hand in hand. His face was adorable when you offered your hand, and he appeared almost restless as you led him down the path to the courtyard. He could barely look at your face.

It was even crazier when you arrived at the picnic. He stared at the set up for a long, hard minute, trying to process the scene in. "You... did all this?"

You nodded. "How is it? I tried my best."

"I love it," he breathed out in a single heartbeat.

Across the jaded tile picnic blanket were sandwiches, drinks, strawberries, muffins, and of course, Deuce's favorite, eggs. It was organized beside the picnic basket, laid out with fancy silverware and plates that you borrowed from Riddle. With the sun setting in the distance, it gave off a warm glow to match it perfectly, bringing in the mood.

You and Deuce went for it, eating to your hearts content, sharing soft smiles and gentle glimpses.

"Does this meet your expectations?" you questioned, plopping a sour strawberry into your mouth.

"It surpasses it. You... You made my day, [Y/N], you really did."

"How did the argument come to be in the first place?"

He sent you a bitter smile, gaze growing distant. "They found out I admired the King's and Queen's relationship. I guess I don't blame them for making fun of me for it... it's kind of silly."

"It's not," you said, dragging him from his doubts. He stared at you, shocked by how firm you were. "It means you have hopes, dreams, and aspirations, Deuce. It's not silly at all."

He looked at you as if you were the only thing in this world. With... so much adoration. How blunt the steel was, being on this end. So you kissed him -- kissed his cheek with soft fervor enough to ignite the bones in your skin.

A/N: i keep forgetting i have a tumblr lol, i miss writing twst tho!! hello everyone again

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9. does this word "namiko" appear in your current wip <333, 23, and 72

9. Does this word [chosen by asker] appear in your current wip?

No comment... Kidding, yes of course. Namiko is one of the love interests in my isekai story on Quotev, Obstinate Elitists! Chill with the Namiko simping already lmfaooo.

23. Is writing the beginning, middle, or end of the story easiest? Hardest?

Oh, definitely the middle is the hardest for me. The beginning is usually the easiest because that’s when my juices are flowing the most and I’m just really motivated to write it. The ending also gets easy because I get really excited to complete the story and see it all wrapped up. The middle is when everything else occurs and so when there’s not much action to it, it’s not always too fun to write those scenes. Also, I have a bad case of winging for stories so sometimes I don’t know what to write rip.

72. What’s your favorite writing compliment you’ve gotten?

I have a lot of favorites! Somehow, I still vaguely remember this comment I got for Ashes of Cinder (my yandere story on Quotev). I remember smiling so much from it. Comments absolutely make my day. I love, love, love the fact that they said the story will continue to linger with them even after done reading. It reminds me of when I was moved by other authors’ works. Makes me happy to know I can also hold such an impact. Spoilers warning ahead if you have not read the story!

ask game

#ask game #miso speaks #ask miso

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Masterlist

Genshin Impact Headcanons:

yandere harbingers

overworked mc comforted by Albedo, Kazuha, and Venti

Childe, Kazuha, and Albedo jealous of you

windtrace with Kaeya, Venti, and Childe

comfort from a spider scare with Xiao, Venti, and Xingqiu

sparring with Childe, Kaeya, and Beidou

when they see your tears with Venti, Albedo, Childe, and Diluc

affection with Albedo, Xiao, Diluc, and Zhongli

Childe, Zhongli, Diluc, and Kaeya confessing to you

Genshin Impact Oneshots:

Spice and Tea (Zhongli)

The Signature (Zhongli)

Commissions (Childe)

Conquer (Childe)

Coin Flip (Childe)

Surprises (Childe)

Lyrical Mess (Venti)

Radiating (Albedo)

A New World (Albedo)

Chef’s Kiss (Xiao)

Yaksha’s Destiny (Xiao)

Dancing Dandelions (Kaeya)

Knight’s Flames (Diluc)

Broken Petals (Kazuha)

Symbolic (Kazuha)

Hot Pot (Thoma)

Genshin Impact Drabbles:

kisses with Kaeya, Zhongli, Childe, and Albedo

almond tofu with Xiao

comfort from Xiao

picnic date with Zhongli

Xiao and Chongyun w/ Adeptus mc

Dragonspine with Chongyun

angst and comfort w/ Childe

Childe, Venti, Albedo, and Dliuc confessing to you modern au

ddlc with Childe

Pantalone spoiling you

Twisted Wonderland Oneshots:

Deck of Hearts (Riddle Rosehearts)

Hopeless Romantic (Deuce Spade)

A Game of Tag (Jack Howl)

#masterlist #genshin impact masterlist #twisted wonderland masterlist

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Deck of Hearts

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Character(s): Riddle Rosehearts x GN!Reader

Quick summary: After Riddle overblotted, you visited him to comfort him with an offer.

Note: LMAO omg this was rotting in my drafts on quotev for months already. I am finally here with it finished. And yes! First time posting about twst but I hope to write for it some more in the future. Also requests are open! Feel free if you have any ideas.

STRANGE, how it played out so easily into his hands. He was always there as the perfect head to the dorm of Heartslabyul, with a reputation for being quite controlling and overbearing. His rules were what made him, but it was what had led to the disaster that was the unbirthday tea party as well.

You were there, despite not being part of the dorm, in the midst of tea and fine desserts. You were also there when Ace and Deuce challenged the red-haired male to the position of head. You were there the entire time, but you had just been an unnoticeable speck in his vision, not at all important. All he knew of [Y/N] [L/N] was that you were the useless student without an ounce of magic, relying on a monster cat to save the day. That was all there was to his impression, because he had so many other things in mind. Like the growing feeling that seared and burned him when his rules became his downfall.

He had overblot, and his entire persona changed. His monotone irises glazed into crimson, colored in darkness and madness. Dressed in red and black, with web-like features that brought chills down people's spines, he ensued fear upon everyone. But what caught your attention the most was the ink-like liquid that rolled down his limbs, which seemed so much like tears. Thick, oozing tears that could drown one whole.

To most of the other students, he was a monster. But to you, he was alone.

After losing the battle, he truly did weep, tears that weren't coated in black. He apologized to Ace, Deuce, everyone, and eventually promised to make it up to them. With that done and resolved, he was brought to the nurses, since overblotting took a toll on him.

"Grim," you said, turning over to the gray monster with blue flames furling from his ears. "We're going to the nurses too."

"We are what now?!" he exclaimed. His loudmouth sent eyes turning your way. You mentally sighed; you didn't exactly plan to bring this up to Deuce and Ace's attention. "For what? I'm starving after all this drama."

"I'll give you some canned tuna afterwards."

"... deal."

"You're visiting Riddle?" Deuce's brows were raised, slightly surprised.

You merely shrugged. "I just need to speak to him for a bit."

They exchanged glances and nodded. On that last note, you parted from the duo and began your trek through Night Raven College to find where the nurse's office laid. Bumbling past corridors like some lost fool, you eventually found it by the time the sun started to set.

The world was painted in rosy hues, the golden orb slowly reaching the horizons. Its light shone through the window of the room and created immense shadows to crawl upon the corners. The room was empty of human presence, saved for the bed in the back of the room. Laying there and sleeping peacefully was Riddle. Eyes shut and stress lines faded as he slumbered, so unlike the tyrannical leader he usually bore. You hesitantly set yourself down on the bed next to his and watched him.

"Wake him up already!" Grim complained, putting his paws on his hips. You shushed him and glared. Unfortunately, his voice was as loud as always. The boy on the bed fluttered his lids opened, silver eyes greeting the dimming glow. He pulled himself up into a position with a wince and turned to look over at the visitors, surprised to see you and Grim of all people.

"What are you doing here?" he asked you, voice soft and without the usual sharp edge it would usually contain. He was confused though -- he hadn't ever interacted with you one on one before.

You scratched your head and grinned sheepishly. "Sorry for waking you up. I wanted to check on you."

He furrowed his forehead even more. "Why?"

"You went through a lot today. It felt like you might want some company as you process what happened."

Gray eyes averted downward and his cheeks grew red. Grim then butted in again. "You're being awfully nice to Riddle. I literally lost my powers because of him earlier!"

Before you could scold him again, Riddle intercepted with a sigh. "He's right. Do not waste your time with me and go back to your friends. You all suffered because of me today."

"No."

"No?" Shocked and confused, he didn't know what to say about your stubbornness.

"Ace and Deuce will be fine. I'm more worried about you."

It was so unbelievable to him, to see someone actually care for him. After isolating himself mentally from everyone else, there was nothing more he wanted to do than reach out. Reach out to someone who would listen -- not because they had to or out of obligation. But because they want to.

"[Y/N], correct?"

You blinked. "I didn't think you'd remember my name."

"I'm the housewarden for a reason," he said, smiling slightly. It was a nice smile, you thought. He would definitely become less intimidating the more he smiled. He continued with his train of thought. "... thank you. If I'm being honest, I feel lost. I don't have a sense of direction to who I am. I guess I have been running away from my true self this entire time, obsessing over rules to do so."

"That's okay," you gently responded. "Today is the catalyst to a new start. With time, I'm sure you can find yourself -- find a version of yourself you'd be proud of."

"Okay. This is getting too cheesy." Grim made a face and backed away. "Tell me when you guys are done. I'll go look for some food."

The monster disappeared out of the doorway and you groaned. "Sorry about him."

The redhead shook his head. "It's fine. Those words you said... do you really think so?"

You beamed. "I know so."

He nodded slowly, in his thoughts for a moment. "Feel free... to come to any future unbirthday parties." Flustered by his own invitation, he clenched the sheets of the bed.

"Of course! We're friends now."

Surprised by your declaration, he also didn't mind it. He wanted to be your friend, as well as become true friends to all of those who were by his side previously. It would take some time, but if he took it by stride each day, it would become a reality.

Your hand suddenly reached over and placed over his gloved ones, the heat of them strong enough to feel through the fabric. Startled by the notion, he nearly slipped out an accusation, the memorized rules going off in his head like ringing bells.

But the funny thing was, he liked it. He liked your touch when he had always kept a distance from everyone. For some reason, his heart started pounding in his chest, the beat of it loud in his ears. What was happening to him? Was he finally going crazy from all that occurred?

No. It was simply because of you.

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yandere!harbingers

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Characters: Pantalone, Dottore, Arlecchino, Tartaglia x GN!Reader

Warnings: yandere themes, obsession, death, also may not be accurate

A/N: Lowercase intended. A reminder not to romanticize yandere behaviors!! Also these are just headcanons for now, but I do hope to actually write drabbles/oneshots of them as yanderes :)

Pantalone

very manipulative, just look at him and that smile! when things do not go his own way, hell erupts quick. he will do anything to guilt trip you, bringing leverage from the past. you quickly learn to feel anxious when he gives you that type of smile.

from his childhood, he feels as though the world is against him. dealing with poverty and financial issues, it was what pushed his determination for wealth. and because he has learned to be so determined, he will be the same way with you.

since his influence is stretched far and wide, nothing can go underway him. he uses his power to keep an eye on you -- to make sure you don’t run from his clutches.

if you disobey him, he will train you like a dog, taking everything and everyone away from you and isolating you. the better you behave, the more he’ll return it all, treating you perfectly.

he loves you dearly, but he is somewhat of a perfectionist. your mistakes define him. he wouldn’t want that to happen, would he?

he lashes out in a dangerously sweet way, to anyone who dares question or insult you. he will also use his wealth to find people to do his dirty work, if necessary.

when he hugs you, his entire cloak traps you, to the point it almost feels suffocating. he can’t get his hands off of you, no matter how uncomfortable you would get.

once you find out how obsessive he truly is to you, he confesses smoothly and offers you a deal. “[name], we can do this the easy way or the hard way. either you come to me nicely, or you don’t and i kill anyone who gets in the way so that you can learn your lesson.”

Dottore

dottore easily fell in love with you when the two of you both went to Semeru Akademiya and you were the only one who made an effort to talk to him, despite him being shunned out by everyone else. that was your first mistake.

obsessive since then, he still continues to perform experiments on people and the moment he joins the Fatui, he makes brutal experiments on the ones who picked on you.

while very merciless with everyone else, he goes soft on you, showering you with his adoration, doing anything possible to be in your favor. he lies to you that his experiments have changed since then, to become better and less harmful.

when sent to Mondstadt to fulfil his mission for the Fatui, he essentially kidnaps you. this is where you learn his true colors, and the first time you are truly fearful of him. he no longer makes an effort to conceal his identity, declaring to you and the world that you are his to keep.

he forces you to watch him during his projects, gleefully taking in your reactions and only falling in love with you more. he doesn’t mind that you are scared of him anymore; as long as you’re by his side, he is satisfied.

at some point, he even performs experiments on you and though they are painful, he never overdo it to kill you. he cares for no other human life but yours.

“to me, you are very indispensable, my love.”

Arlecchino

when she falls in love, she falls deep and passionately. out in the snow, she finds you there playing with the orphans that would only grow up to dark future. though you do not know that, she could not help but grow a bond with you.

she is willing to do anything for you, even betray her closest confidants or the Fatui organization. in her eyes, you are the one to show her truth. after all, her loyalty with everything else is weak. she will remain loyal to only you.

very impulsive and act on her feelings quick. there is no hesitation when it comes to protecting you. if coating the snow in red is a must, then she will simply do it. if she must stand among dead bodies in the blizzard to see you safe and sound, she will.

holds you tightly, with a grip so strong that it pains you. she does not realize this -- the intensity she keeps when she is with you. it is a ticking time bomb, ready to go off to announce that she wants you.

the moment you find out that she works for the Fatui and the deeds she’s done, you feel betrayed and afraid. she pleads you to stay, growing furious and laying everything she’s done for you.

in the end, she forcibly pulls you along, threatening your loved ones. then she returns to pleading act, promising that she will quit the Fatui. it terrifies you... this double-edged sword.

“don’t you see? i only want you. my eyes are only on you.”

Tartaglia

fighting has been his obsession his whole life. adding you into the mix simply means that he will fight for you as well. that’s what he’s good at. fighting. he loves the thrill of it. so when you give him a similar thrill, he is ecstatic and knows that he needs you.

his ‘Childe’ persona blinded you at first. he appeared to be so charismatic and outgoing that you found yourself pulled in anyway. the more he spent time with you, the more he found himself thinking about you in every second of his day.

he battles with anyone who gets on his nerves when it comes to you. his anger paints his world red, resulting in many deaths from how merciless he acts.

his facade sometimes drops, growing bitter and cold, which concerns you. he turns into a new person, deep in his thoughts.

and as it finally reveals to you that he can no longer stop himself when it comes to you, he unleashes his true persona, smiling at you with blood smattered across his face. feelings are confessed, because he knows you can never escape him. his skills make sure of that.

his words always say one thing, but the tone would say otherwise. they are often sweet and covered in oozing poison as well.

“comrade, you don’t need to worry about a single thing. i can kill off anything for you.”

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Who is that man in ur pfp 😨

You can call him Childe.... or Ajax... or Tartaglia... or Miso's (my) husband ;)

He’s a ginger with the bluest of eyes and lips that are mine. The eleventh harbringer and he’s crazy about fighting (aww isn’t he kawaii).

I know you think he’s cute too but I’m sorry, keep your hands away. He’s only for you to see. No touchie. Thanks! Have a nice day. Toodles.

#miso speaks #Genshin #genshin impact #Tartaglia #Childe #genshin impact childe #ajax

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Pantalone Spoiling You

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Characters: Pantalone (Regrator) x GN!Reader

Warnings: None

In his eyes, you deserve the world. That day when he found you wandering the streets of Snezhnaya in the bleak cold and plucked you out of there, he grew a soft spot for someone.

He knows what it’s like to be in poverty -- he knows what your life must’ve been like that you would prefer to stay homeless than stay behind in a thankless home. He knows how it feels to be shunned out of society, simply because he had no money to his name.

And now that he does have the wealth, he wants you to experience it too.

“[Name],” he says, approaching you after dealing with his economic policies. In his usual black and white attire with his raven locks falling right beneath his shoulders, he is towering over you.

“Pantalone! Are you done with work?”

He nods and give you his usual smile -- his lips tilt upward and eyes closed. “Come have some wine with me. Let’s get out of this cold.”

You agree to that and follow him through the snow. While his long legs keep him steady, you are struggling. He notices this and turns around, suddenly drowning you in his thick cloak. With your form pushed against his heat, it feels intimate and safe, leaving you to fluster. Though you try to protest, he knows you better than that and shakes his head.

“I’d rather not have you flailing like a fish and embarrassing me in front of everyone.”

You nod sheepishly and hug his waist, allowing him to guide you through the land.

Once the two of you arrive at the restaurant where every item on the menu would break your wallet, you sit down at a table near the windows. With snowfall not at all lessening, flakes scatter in brilliant show past the glass. You think it as beautiful, though it masks the danger that lurks behind.

Pantalone watches you from across the table, pouring you both a glass of wine. He thinks you beautiful -- more beautiful than fruitless snow or the money that surrounds him. Fixing his glasses for a bit, he takes out a small box from the pocket of his cloak. “I got you something.”

You perk up at his gentle voice, turning away from the view. He takes your hands into his gloved ones, pressing the box into your palm. Curiously you open it up, to find a gorgeous ring. Not like the simple diamond ones, but one that is made of refined material, carved of symbols. It oddly represents Snezhnaya. “It’s beautiful,” you breathe out. “Thank you so much... but you always give me too much.”

“And I will continue to give you more.”

#pantalone #Genshin #genshin x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #genshin impact #genshin impact pantalone #pantalone x reader #pantalone x you #snezhnaya #genshin impact drabble #drabble #regrator #genshin impact x reader

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where’s pantalone

i'm infatuated, and every second that i spend with you is fascinating

how they act when they're in love.

WITH. cyno, yun jin, albedo, shenhe, scaramouche, yoimiya ♡ gn!reader

warnings: written before cyno and sumeru's release, albedo story spoilers, scaramouche's real name, scaramouche's backstory, inazuma archon quest spoilers, written before scaramouche's release

NOTE. hello everyone welcome back to episode 50 of aster trying to cope with the fact that she can't get yoimiya woohoo!! also sorry this is a big word dump! i was feeling some poetry-ish lovesick writing today :D p.s. shenhe's part is really short but i think i'm most proud of it ehe

cyno acts like a fool.

a lovestruck fool—a fool that can't recognize himself as such, a fool that thinks he's being discrete but ah, the way he steals glances at you from across the room is far too noticeable.

cyno acts like a fool, but only for you. the scholar feigns ignorance when his hand accidentally brushes against yours, he feigns ignorance when he gets caught staring at you (by you, most of the time by others)—and when he does get caught, all he responds with is a shrug.

"am i not allowed to look at someone?" he asks, and 99% of the time, people cower away in fear at his intense stare and blunt words.

"i-it's not that!" one of his fellow scholars exclaims, and all cyno can do is narrow his eyes.

"then what is it?"

they go silent, and cyno huffs before resuming his work.

and though he may be a fool (for you and you only), cyno is no stranger to your mannerisms or emotions.

somehow, he knows how you feel whenever you don't. his "accidental hand brushes" come in handy whenever you're nervous—the swift and calming touches of his hands ground you back to teyvat as he pretends not to notice.

cyno just knows, there's no way to explain it. he just knows from the curl of your lips and the glimmer of your eyes, he knows from the expression on your face (and whether or not it's real), he knows and knows.

he also knows when you're busy pulling all-nighters; cyno often uses these opportunities to work alongside you (as long as you don't look like a walking corpse. if you do, he will drag you back to your dorm and force you to sleep or else.)

his—well, his love for you is firm. it's a constant, real thing, and because it is so prominent, he takes great care in every little action.

the way he stares at you puts the moon's affection to shame; the way he stares at you is enough to bring the world to a stop as everything looks from afar in awe, in awe at how you bring such a man to his knees and in awe at oh, love.

love is such a strange thing.

cyno has loved and longed before—he has loved the thirst for curiosity and longed for the satisfaction that comes after. he has loved and longed, but oh, not like this.

who would ever be able to love like this, except for him? who would ever have the honor of loving you, except for him?

with another brush of his hand and a stolen glance, cyno spares the smallest of smiles.

no one.

yun jin is an artist.

she already is a renowned performer, a celebrity in the busy liyue harbor. but now, the qualities of her works have skyrocketed—why?

you, of course! the answer is simple, it's always there, the reason behind everything yun jin does. you have molded yourself into her everything, you have blended into the bustling liyue society and her bustling work schedule.

her recent performances have all been around the theme of love, and archon, is her acting so real. frankly, she doesn't even need to act for these performances. whoever her lead is, she envisions you.

that's why the crowd can always feel the sheer emotion behind every line yun jin says, every gaze she exchanges because love is swirling in her eyes and in her steps, it is crafting her very being and giving her the essence of the stars.

you—her muse—grow flowers not only in her heart but in all of the listeners' as well. love is contagious—it cannot be stolen or divided, for it is spawned. love is shared and created for every new subject, it can be shared with a mere glance and song.

yun jin is an artist with reality as her muse.

reality is kind to her because reality is you. you make the fairy tales real, you make her characters and romantic scripts come to life—but unlike her plays, she is not acting, and neither are you.

before you, yun jin would have never thought that romance nor love could be so utterly beautiful.

plays and novels don't do the concept—the concept of love, the concept of eternity with someone—justice. love is not simply "rosy cheeks" and "butterflies", love is not just "longing" and "adoration".

it's boundless, it's whatever anyone wants it to be—but it is not "just that". yun jin portrays that message within her plays, her opera. she portrays her love for acting and her love for you, mixing two worlds together so fluidly—it creates a whole new galaxy.

a galaxy where stars align, forging a lovely future with just the two of you. two worlds, two people, and a whole lot more "just that" kind of love.

with you, albedo is an adventurer.

it's a drastic change—being a genius alchemist with others and a clueless (yet curious) adventurer with you (a lover? or are you a lover? albedo isn't quite sure—he's yet to ask or look into it).

he's more surprised that he can actually comprehend such an emotion—because, at the end of the day, he is an imperfection. that star on his neck (the one you say you love, the one you trace) is his reminder, it's a sign of his faults, his artificial being.

but you accept him. you accept his imperfection, his faults, his artificial self. albedo, an adventurer in the name of love, wonders if this is why he began his journey in the first place.

albedo wonders why you're able to spawn such feelings within him—but then again, he can't imagine anyone else doing so (it's the love speaking, but at the same time, it's all him. who else, if not you? of course it's you that is able to make him feel like this!)

his experiments with you—testing the flutter of his heart, the churn of his stomach—slowly start evolving into something else. albedo isn't sure how it happened, because one second ago, he was simply testing out how it felt to hold your hand.

but now he can't let go. now, he wants to test this for longer and longer—but there are so many other experiments he has to go through.

since when did his documentation (of how fast his heart could beat in a minute, of how many times you glanced at him) become a list of the things you like? since when did he strive to become that list of the things you like?

since when did his sketchbook—a book filled with the beings of nature, the pieces of art that capture art from the world—become a book filled with you?

he doesn't know—but albedo doesn't know many things, that's why he's an alchemist and adventurer.

another thing he doesn't know is whether or not you've caught onto the fact that every time he asks for your help with an experiment, it's just a guise for him to spend more time with you.

do you?

to put it simply, shenhe acts human.

her? human? how laughable—for she acts the farthest from it, but oh, whoever says that... they simply haven't seen her with you, yet.

with you, shenhe feels human. she feels, she feels so, so real. she feels free, like for once, she is something worth something.

shenhe is a prisoner within herself. red ropes restrain her homicidal nature, red ropes restrain her ability to chase herself (the self that she was prior to the incident) as the human part of her becomes dimmer and dimmer, reducing to no more than a mere memory.

but ah, how you weave the ropes of her sins into something greater, something grander. no more, is the humanity within her a memory, because with you—it is so, so real (with you, she is so, so real).

shenhe—for the first time in her life—feels like she's worth living. learning to love life again is no easy task, but oh! how you make it all seem so simple, how you make the flowers bloom and dance as the beauty of life returns.

to shenhe, the reason for human existence still boggles her mind. what is there to live for—if not you—when this world is nothing but cruel? she used to wonder this all the time, but that was because past her never knew you.

the reason for human existence is not just to stay alive, not just to live, (because what does that even mean?) but to find a reason to live, to find a reason worth staying alive for.

and living—living is such a wonderful thing.

shenhe finds worth in herself, in her life.

she—although unfamiliar to it—starts each day knowing something (that "something" being "love", shenhe starts each day knowing she's in love but not knowing the words). she starts each day with that something (something, she starts each day knowing she loves you) and with newfound determination.

to shenhe, you are the reason why she wakes up every morning, the reason why the hunger that festers within her stomach feels bearable. because shenhe is always hungry—she is hungry for you, hungry for love and archon, is she ready to devour even though it is against her training.

to shenhe, you are a reason.

scaramouche acts—no, he feels—real.

he feels like he has a heart—a real, beating heart. a heart that he hasn't stolen, a heart that was made for him, crafted for his very essence.

it's his heart, it's his heart but oh, how it belongs to you (he would never admit this, though). scaramouche, kunikuzushi, (because you make him feel) feels real—he feels like every action with you is his, his to keep, his that he deserves.

he feels like he does not need his name to reach his creator because all he needs is his name to reach you.

but, again, he would never admit this. not over his dead body, not over his heartless chest.

scaramouche acts indifferent to you, but kunikuzushi offers occasional glances and fleeting emotions. kunikuzushi stares at you from afar, eyebrows knitted with his signature expression of apathy, but if you—and only you—look closer, you can see the storms within his irises subside.

they subside and make way for you, for you to walk through. for you to pierce through the barriers of his hatred, the barriers of the rage that swallows him whole.

scaramouche's grief festers within his vessel of a body but oh, how his own grief breaks a little once you return his fleeting looks.

you make him feel like he's enough, like he's wanted regardless of how many tears he doesn't shed (he doesn't cry—not after the first time, not after he was given a life that is his own... but it doesn't feel like his.)

scaramouche hates you—kunikuzushi a little, too—but not enough. scaramouche hates you to the point of ignoring you and throwing words (he doesn't mean, but he makes them feel like it) around.

he hates you, but not to the point of ignoring your own tears—not to the point where he makes you feel worthless.

because when you feel—just as you've made him—scaramouche is there. he's there to flick your forehead and hit you in the shins. he's there to order you around while you're swamped with paperwork because he hates seeing you stressed (it bothers him), he just, he just hates, dammit!

he hates you, too; but not as much as the others. he hates everyone in the world—but you a little less.

and no, don't you dare do so much as bring this up to him—he will punch you (maybe... he doesn't want to soil his hands.)

yoimiya acts normal.

she always loves! in fact, it'd be harder to find something to not love in this world! but archon, does she thank celestia for the fact that her constant staring and dazed-behavior can pass off as mere clumsiness.

do you know? do you know how many things to revolve around you? are you aware of the way she offers you glances, staring at you like some sort of art?

or, or maybe you know how she smiles when you do—how she can't help but bite back a giggle when she sees you laugh because ah, love does that, sometimes.

don't be surprised when all of a sudden, fireworks that go off are all painting the sky with your favorite colors—don't be surprised when yoimiya falls silent once they burst (not because of awe, like it usually is, but because she is simply observing you).

(you? over the fireworks? how strange—but it makes sense, because to yoimiya, you are a sight she could look at for a thousand years and a thousand years over.) you are what makes her believe in eternity, an eternity of you.

do you know that? do you know that you make eternity feel possible? do you know that fireworks erupt with your name written in the slips of their creation? maybe not, hopefully not.

yoimiya loves you, but love isn't enough.

she adores you, she dreams of a future—a future with you, a future of you—where it's just the two of you in a meadow filled with horizons and fireworks flashing in the distance.

the two of you—together, maybe forever—as she loves and loves, because oh! love, love is so, so beautiful.

yoimiya finds love in the sky, love with her creations, love with her art—but ah, she finds it in you (on the ground, next to her, together... and maybe, just maybe, for an eternity).

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