Erwin0859 - Mr Floof's Fluff

hiya, i love ur content!! it brings me a lot of comfort :') this is my first time requesting anything so i apologize if it's a bit awkward!

could you please write aventurine, firefly and/or any other characters you want to add with a reader who's not used to intimacy or gentleness from being conditioned to suppress emotions and therefore always puts on a tough front and reader is also funny and makes jokes out of anything to hide how fragile they actually are? like character is playing with their hair, kissing beauty marks or scars, etc but reader just starts silently crying bc they're not used to it and it feels good?

thank you lots in advance and take your time!! (i once again apologize if it's hard to read or is awkward)

The Weight of a Smile

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Firefly x Reader, Established Relationship, Vulnerability, Emotional Intimacy, Comfort, Gentle Touch, Trauma Healing, Affection, Slow Burn, Supportive Relationship.

Warnings: Mentions of trauma, Emotional breakdown, Tearjerker, Past abuse or cruelty, Survivor's guilt, Self-suppression of emotions, Vulnerability and emotional discomfort, Emotional manipulation.

A/N: First off, thank you so much for the kind words! That really made my day 🤭💖 There’s no need to apologize at all—I'm really happy you're here and feel comfortable enough to ask something! And don't worry, it wasn't hard or anything!!

Tagslist: @themiddletenmasibling

You were sitting together in his private study, where the usual tension of strategic talk was replaced by an odd quietness between you both. Aventurine leaned back in his chair, a mischievous smile gracing his lips as he watched you attempt to mask your discomfort. You had always been good at keeping up your walls—always joking, always pretending you didn’t need anyone to care for you. But here, in the privacy of his space, something different was unfolding.

Aventurine’s eyes twinkled with amusement, as he toyed with a strand of your hair. He moved it between his fingers with an air of nonchalance, but you could see the subtle attention behind his gaze. It wasn’t unusual for him to make gestures like these—flirtatious, teasing, and unafraid of pushing your boundaries. It was how he played his game, after all.

"You know," he mused, still twirling your hair as though it were a prized card he was inspecting. "This color suits you. Almost like a perfect contrast to my adventurous nature."

You snorted, trying to push the strange wave of discomfort down. “Yeah, well, you’re the one with the roulette-wheel back on your jacket,” you quipped, always opting for humor to cover anything remotely vulnerable. "What is it this time? Risking your life on your fashion choices?"

Aventurine chuckled, clearly unbothered, but the moment he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss near the scar on your wrist—one you had never really discussed with anyone—something inside you shifted. You stiffened, trying to hold onto your usual banter, but it was different this time. He hadn’t just kissed a scar; he had kissed your pain, your history. The raw parts of you that you buried so deep.

His lips were warm against your skin, his usual easy smile slowly fading into something softer. “I’ll never let anything like this mark you again,” he whispered, just loud enough for you to hear, his voice oddly tender.

You felt the sudden rush of emotions you had buried for so long, the weight of his touch and words threatening to break through. You tried to hold it together—tried to make a joke or deflect—but the laughter caught in your throat. Instead, tears welled up silently, and before you could stop them, they began to fall.

Aventurine’s eyes locked onto you with surprise, but there was no judgment, no rush to make it stop. He gently cupped your face with one hand, his thumb brushing away a stray tear as he whispered, "You’ve always been so strong, haven’t you?"

It was the first time you felt seen in a way that was so unexpected, so gentle, that it made everything else—the walls, the jokes, the front you put up—seem irrelevant. His touch, as light as it was, anchored you in a way nothing had before. You wanted to pull away, to laugh it off, but you couldn’t.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered, embarrassed by the vulnerability. “I just… It’s a lot to feel. I’m not used to… this.”

Aventurine’s gaze softened further, and in that rare moment, he showed something you hadn’t often seen: sincerity. "You don’t need to apologize for that," he murmured, kissing the top of your head softly, the act far more intimate than you had expected. "You deserve the gentleness, even if you don’t know how to accept it just yet."

And as his arms enveloped you, you finally let yourself feel the warmth of his affection, the touch you hadn’t realized you needed so desperately.

Firefly sat next to you, the two of you resting after another grueling mission. The cool evening air wrapped around you both, and for the first time in a long while, you found solace in the quiet. She had always been a person of few words, but the silence between you felt comfortable—not the heavy silence of avoidance, but one that came with a quiet understanding.

Her hand moved gently to your hair, and you stiffened instinctively. You had never been good at intimacy. Growing up, emotions had been a weakness, and you had conditioned yourself to suppress them. Jokes and sarcasm were your armor, and vulnerability was a battlefield you had no intention of stepping into.

But there she was, her fingers delicately combing through your hair, the simple act of caring something that felt foreign to you. You didn’t know how to respond to such tenderness, and it made you uneasy.

“Your hair is like silver moonlight,” she said softly, her voice laced with the gentle affection she rarely showed. You couldn’t help but chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. “Right. And you’re the moon itself. Always glowing, always distant.”

Firefly’s smile was almost imperceptible, but it was there—just for a moment—before her fingers continued their exploration. But as they grazed your skin, near the small scar just behind your ear, you froze. Her touch was slow, deliberate, and strangely soothing. Something about it made your chest tighten, a feeling that you didn’t know how to process.

"You’ve fought so much, haven’t you?" Firefly’s voice was soft, almost a whisper now. She gently pressed a kiss against the scar. “But not all battles have to be fought alone.”

You immediately felt the familiar urge to make a joke, to crack something clever to push away the feeling of her affection. But her words and the warmth of her touch—combined with the quiet sincerity in her gaze—stopped you from speaking. Instead, a tear slipped down your cheek, unnoticed at first by Firefly.

When she saw it, her expression softened. Without a word, she pulled you closer, wrapping her arms around you in a protective embrace. You weren’t used to being held like this, to being shown tenderness that didn’t come with strings or expectations. Your walls, once so rigid, cracked just slightly in the warmth of her touch.

"I'm not used to this," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper, and for once, the humor in your words faded. "I don’t know how to… handle it."

Firefly’s grip tightened just enough, not in a possessive way, but as if assuring you that it was okay. "You don’t have to handle it alone anymore," she said quietly. "Not with me."

A silence settled between you two, but this time, it wasn’t uncomfortable. You allowed yourself to lean into her, feeling her warmth seep into your bones. And for the first time in a long while, you didn’t feel the need to pretend you had it all together.

The tears you had been holding back flowed freely now, but they didn’t feel like weakness. Not with Firefly there. With her, you felt like it was okay to finally stop pretending.

"When we suppress our emotions, Our dreams are where they manifest themselves. My job is to help you digest those emotions."

"There is a hole in his heart. No matter what he does to fill it, the hole remains. The harder he tries, the more exhausted he becomes," said Jingliu.

if it's okay to make more requests, i have another one! my wanderer hyperfixation is still going strong 😭 can i please request wanderer taking care of a drunk reader who has a drinking problem? sorry if that's a weird request 💀

I wouldn't call it weird, but more like... concerning? 🤨 Please stay safe! I hope you're doing fine, I don't recall getting a reaction from you about your previous request, months ago... My apologies by the way, for the time it took... partially due to Wanderer's presence in the 4.8 summer event. Screentime & new voice lines from him means more material for inspiration and writing him. And... procrastination 😅

Wanderer taking care of drunk GN reader with drinking problems

Ambient music (ironically fitting title):

You come back to your senses after feeling a sudden splash of cold water hitting your face.

"Morning, sunshine."

With your sight gaining some clarity back, you can first discern a figure standing before you, with crossed arms. As your ears slowly pick up on their surrounding, revealing the presence of a river nearby, the figure gets clearer and you recognize who it belongs to... alongside the fact it's the middle of the night.

"... you?"

"Seems like you're back to your senses. So, how was your little trip to Wonderland?"

"... trip? Oh, you mean..."

As you try to stand up by yourself, some remaining dizziness prevents you from raising properly, resulting in the loss of your balance, falling on the grass.

"Ugh... You really are pathetic sometimes, S/O."

His next action goes against the harshness of his words, as he bows to pick you up with ease - even keeping a grip on you, until you could stand on your own without falling again.

"Why am I here...?"

"Don't tell me you forgot about your filthy habit already..."

He steps back and now stares a little more intensely at you, clearly unamused.

"You got drunk again. You're lucky I was the one who found you. Who knows what could have happened, had it been someone else."

"Where... did you find me?"

"Collapsed on the road, in the wilderness, like a wounded animal. Hearing some helpless cries from you could have been entertaining..."

His eyes close as he sighs. While you're busy processing his words, he adds another batch of them.

"Endangering yourself like that, with such a filthy and disposable drink, will not lead you anywhere nice. It's about time you find another outlet to cleanse your mind."

You nod, acknowledging his words, remaining silent for now as you process them. You know there's some truth in them, but you also know that removing a bad habit is easier said than done, especially when the root cause itself isn't treated.

"Look, I'm not going to pretend that your life is all sunshine and rainbows. But if consuming strong drinks is your way to cope... why not try tea then? You know already about my preference to have it as bitter as possible. If anything, it won't make you drunk, at least. Besides... don't go thinking I had any pleasure in looking for you like I just did."

With another sigh, he reached out for your shoulder, resting his hand on it.

"Come, let's go home now. You need some rest, and not just to reflect."

After you nod in approval, he proceeds to get a good grip around your shoulders, lifting you in the air afterward. Although he wouldn't be against a night stroll, flying back home will be more convenient, given the present circumstances.

If anything, the consequent breeze from the flight should air your mind a little, perhaps even symbolizing the wind of change, as you may now deviate from the unhealthy habit that brought this moment.

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Hello! I saw your post, I'm so excited to see your writing! :D

Could I request some headcanons for Furina? What do you think she learnt cook first after macaroni? Do you think she is making plans to travel around Teyvat?

Thank you!

Hi, and thank you for your request and interest! You also have the honor of being the one to inaugurate my blog and ask box :D I hope you will like it :)

Furina headcanon about her cooking and a travel around Teyvat

"one step at a time" is her motto

As such, after a while, she looked for something that isn't pasta in a different shape, yet which is prepared in a similar manner

Her eyes lit up in amazement when she discovered some bags of rice in her usual general goods store

Set water to boil, drop it in until it's done, then drain and serve, just like macaroni; how amazing and convenient is that?

Every once in a while, she invites Neuvillette and Clorinde for lunch

They subtly check up on her, ever since she moved on her own, while she gets to enjoy company from trustable fellows

These two got used to her macaroni over time though, so imagine their absolute shock when rice was served instead, with no prior warning...

Ambient music:

Neuvillette: Lady Furina, what... is this?

Furina: It's rice! Don't you like it?

Neuvillette: I do like it, but my concern stems from something else... Why the sudden culinary change? This isn't like your usual self.

Furina: Well, I figured that, although macaronis are good, some variety must be nice from time to time, to not grow tired of always eating the same food... It appears that seasoning does have limits.

Clorinde: Fair enough. With that in mind, you could consider a culinary trip throughout Teyvat.

Furina: A... culinary trip?

Neuvillette: As you might have heard during the latest Fontinalia Film Festival, the Yashiro Commissioner from Inazuma and I had a fruitful business meeting, on the thematic of cultural exchanges. If you'd be interested to pursue Miss Clorinde's suggestion, I do believe there is an opportunity here, with Inazuma as first destination for said trip.

Clorinde: I remember we crossed paths not long ago in Chenyu Vale. Inazumans happen to have a fond liking for tea as well.

Furina: When you put it like that, I admit it does sound interesting... I'll give it some thoughts then.

And just like that, the lunch went smoothly as always

Neuvillette and Clorinde were relieved to know that Furina is doing well, and in the process, the Iudex obtained a thematic suggestion for his next business meeting with Ayato

Although, with how things look now, Furina was on the verge of discovering dango balls...

But alas, she now has a reason to travel through Teyvat

"one step at a time", as she says, but between the neighboring land of the exquisite Chenyu Adeptea, and the other nations of Teyvat, it will be a significantly bigger step than usual

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thinking about comforting robin when she finally allows herself to give into the media’s pressure.

robin’s face is buried in her hands as she quietly sits in her dressing room during a prerehearsal. she’s tired, exhausted, don’t people have some humanity? she not an object, she has feelings. why do they think it’s okay to constantly cross her boundaries just because she’s a ‘celebrity’? for the first time in a while, the singer anxiously bites down on her bottom lip as she feels a lump lodge in her throat and the dreading feeling of anxiety bubbling in her chest.

the door softly opens and you enter inside with a cold water bottle in your hand. your brows furrow with worry when you see robin hunched over on the chair, face tucked in her hands and wings flattened. “ robin, what’s wrong? are you feeling sick?! “ you immediately ran to her side and crouched down in front of her, setting the bottle by her feet. your gaze drops down to robin’s phone on her lap. (e/c) eyes narrows into a squint at the screen showing a familiar advertisement of her. “ huh? “ you take her phone from her lap to read the text under your breath.

“ is robin binge eating. .20 pounds in a—what is this garbage? they have absolutely no reason to put it like that, it was merely a commercial shoot! these fools are so damn miserable, it’s not even funny! “ you hissed, gritting your teeth in anger. then, with a heavy sigh, you begrudgingly turned off her phone and set it aside on the vanity counter.

“ sweetheart, “ you touch her knees tenderly, robin only emits a soft little noise of distress in response. it breaks your heart to see her like this. if robin, who’s a kind-hearted and optimistic person, can get reduced into a depressive state, something has to change. “ angel, “ you call out again softly, reaching out to grasp her wrists. “ look at me, please? “

reluctantly, she removes her hands away from her face. sad jade eyes pools into yours as she casts you a tight-lipped smile. “ i’m sorry, i’m okay. i’m aware that i shouldn’t let things like that get to me but i suppose it’s just one of those days. “ she lies. you shake your head with disapproval, your palm presses against robin’s warm cheek and she nuzzles into it.

“ no no, it shouldn’t have to be like that, you have every right to feel that way. people are just incredibly nasty with no brains in their heads.—“

“ miss robin, “ a male voice calls out, a few firm knocks reverberates around the room. “ it’s about time for—“

you chime, not caring to shadow the irritation in your voice. “ give her 5 more minutes, she’s not ready! “

“ we don’t have time, she have to—“

“ she doesn’t have to do anything! “ you barked, throwing an angry glare at the producer behind the door. “ robin isn’t on your time, she’s on her own time! if i say she’s not ready then she’s not ready! if you have anything else to say about it, i can meet you right outside the door so we can discuss the issue! “

you can hear the man’s sigh of frustration before walking away from the door.

“ like, see? the nerve of him. “ you exhale heavily through your nose and returned your attention back to the stressed singer. there’s admiration in robin’s eyes as your thumb strokes the fleshy area of her creamy skin. “ thank you, my muse. but, i wish you could’ve been a wee nicer. “ she says, a playful pitch in her dulcet voice, feathery wings slightly puffed out according to her better mood.

your lips pucker into a pout. “ not when he’s talking to my woman like that. if it weren’t for you, i’d go out there and—“

robin’s soft lips meets yours in a tender kiss for a short moment. she pulls away and rests a delicate hand over yours on her cheek.“ again, thank you for being by my side, my sweet, you’re like my rock. i’m not sure what i’d do without you here. ” she confesses in a gentle whisper, resting her forehead against yours.

you let out a soft sigh, brushing your nose against hers. “ robin, let’s run away together, away from penacony—just me and you. “

robin holds onto your hand a little tighter, the conflicted look on her face makes the creases appear between her brows. “ i. . truthfully, i wish to leave but. .i haven’t put much thought into it yet. “

you press a kiss to her frowning lips, “ that’s fine. but just know whatever decision you make, i’ll be there to support you. “

Happy Birthday, Yumemizuki Mizuki!

"Hmm~ What a nice morning. Now then, what should I do today? Oh, is that ukulele music in the wind? Have our friends from the People of the Springs come to visit Inazuma too?"

i see! :0 it's interesting reading about why people like the characters they do, i like her for a lot of the same reasons. you'll be glad to know that i think miko is supposed to be in the current genshin event! she's in the art for it at least so she should turn up at some point.

HAHA no-bell prize got me, that's a good one. people sometimes tell me i overuse my knock knock jokes, but i say don't knock it till you try it 😎

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Are there any other different reasons in your case, if I may ask? 👀

Indeed, I noticed her too, although I ought to finish the 2.2 story quest in Honkai Star Rail first (for spoilers' sake), before focusing on that music event 🤔

But Itto's there, and even if I may not be a huge fan of him, his EN VA is always so good though 😊

Perhaps it's also just that only a few select people have such a refined taste for dad/Cyno jokes 🗿

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hello! i feel like yae miko's loneliness is a very overlooked part of her character in the fandom, i was wondering if i could request fluff/comfort with a gn reader who also feels lonely comforting each other? thank you and i hope you have a good day :)

Hi, and thank you for your request! I hope you have a good day as well :) I'm glad someone else noticed about this! The fandom will typically remember her only as being a smug Electro tall busty mommy, shipped to Ei, with a pinch of lewdness in her mind, and who gives PTSD to Gorou through teasing him... while there is a bit more to her than only that. Oh and I didn't expect it to become so long... seems like inspiration struck me for that one. I hope you like it nonetheless!

Loneliness fluff/comfort with lonely GN reader and Yae Miko

Based on the fact that only few people would find out about her loneliness, I headcanon that she can hide it very well, if not also manage it on her own fairly well

I mean, anyone other than her trustable S/O would certainly not pass beyond her front of teasing and smugness... and even there, she has an image to uphold, so she probably wouldn't speak clearly about it; only hints at best (being vulnerable remains difficult, not just for humans)

Being a youkai, she will inevitably outlive humans by several generations, which doesn't help to genuinely bond with one...

... but you're different, and, somehow, you retained her attention the moment she saw you for the first time, during a visit to the Grand Narukami Shrine

It took a bit of time to develop, but she went from just her ears lightly twitching & facing you the moment you would enter her sight, to asking for your feedback about light novels, and even accompanying her for some kitsune udon or some tea

Yet, she soon began to wonder if there isn't something else about you... something she knows too well to simply ignore

Ambient music:

At this time of day, when the Sun is down and the Moon is high in the starlit sky, rare are the guests who dare make the trip to the peak of Mt. Yougou, where lies the Grand Narukami Shrine. The head of the Shrine was taking her usual midnight stroll around, when she heard familiar steps breaking the silence.

"Well, who do we have here?"

With the grace and elegance you know well by now, her moonlit form closed the gap between the two of you.

"It isn't like you to visit me so late, S/O."

"Indeed, well... let's just say that I'm... struggling to find sleep tonight."

A light giggle escaped her lips, her facial expression softening.

"I see. After all, only a fool would make the trip up here while being sleepy."

Her sight focused into your eyes while you smiled at her words. Then, she walked besides you and, seeing that all the other shrine maidens are gone, she used this opportunity to unveil one of her tails, wrapping it swiftly around your waist.

"Come with me. The sky is clear tonight, so we ought to enjoy the view, don't you think?"

"Hmm."

You nod and move along - or rather, let yourself be led by - her, to the edge of the shrine, where lies the Sacred Sakura. The sea reflects the night's sky beautifully, and a light breeze animates the lanterns and hairs alike.

"Tell me, S/O... You didn't come here only with the hope of exhausting yourself throughout the trip, did you?"

You took a glance at her, noticing her eyes meeting yours, before you glanced back to the horizon and released a low sigh.

"An astute observation. Well..."

"You seeked some company, in the try to fill a certain void... am I right?"

You knew that foxes are considered to be smart creatures, but you certainly didn't expect her to see right through you.

"... yes. Correct."

Her eyes closed briefly, before a sigh escaped her. As they opened again, you could feel how her tail's grip increased lightly around your form... if not even pulling you a little bit closer from her.

"I have to admit, I'm simultaneously afflicted but also... relieved, in a way, that you are the close one who can relate to the void. No matter how satisfying or amusing a daily routine may be... ultimately, when the quiet settles in, certain thoughts tend to return. These thoughts that we would rather not pay attention to during the day... but which we can't really avoid at night."

A frown fills your face as you think about her words and connect the dots, bit by bit, while remembering moments where you simply sat down and remained still, as if paralyzed by the void - only tonight the idea of a mind-cooling stroll reached your mind. She stares at you the whole time, resting her cheek in the palm of her hand, while her elbow rests on the railing.

"So, you also... feel lonely?"

"Well, it would be a lie to say this feeling is completely unknown to me."

"I... see."

She exhales, calmly, before reaching out for you with her hand, gently embracing your hand with hers. You glance down at her hand at first, before leading your sight up to her face, just to be welcomed by a comforting smile.

"Come."

Trusting her, you nod and let yourself be led inside a building from the shrine. From this point on, she knees down and gently pulls your form along - ending up with your head comfortably resting on her laps, and her 4 other tails emerging from behind, enveloping your body in a comfortable and fairly cozy embrace.

"I will keep watch against those evil thoughts tonight. We don't want them to interrupt my dear S/O now, mhh?"

You gaze up at her face as she gently breathes those words out. She uses her 5 tails to slowly rub along your back, while one of her hands strokes along the back of your head then neck, some of her delicate fingers even caressing your cheek.

Unprepared for this divine level of comfort, your lips part lightly in surprise, and it doesn't take long until you release a yawn, and for your eyes to feel heavy.

She admires how you manage to untense, even to feel comfortable enough to progressively doze off, right on her laps - feeling safe in her presence, when anyone else would be put off by her teasing. You don't and won't escape from it, mind you, but she gives you a special, softer treatment, only reserved to those worthy of her close and private attention... and tonight, you discovered a new side of it.

For once in a while, you feel lighter, as if a weight was taken off your shoulders. You needn't worry, this time, about the recurring thoughts, because they have no reason to come tonight: at long last, someone else shares the burden of the void with you.

And, for once in a long time, she needn't worry too much about her image to uphold: she's no longer alone, when it comes to dealing with loneliness. Her dear S/O knows, too, how it feels, and even if she would never admit it openly and clearly, she's grateful to have met an understanding S/O like you - someone whose presence in her near, is already a comfort in itself.

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