The Knave.

cuddle headcanons: genshin ladies edition (part 1)

BANGS POTS AND PANS!!!!!!!!!! wom time. dividing this into three parts, and i’ll link those here when i get them done ouo9. this post contains: lisa, mona, xinyan, barbara, and keqing. 

PART 2 , PART 3, LUMINE

LISA

-  DUDE OKAY….. she is perfect for cuddles in every way, smells nice feels very soft and warm, the epitome of “world hard and cold, tiddy soft and warm”

- dont wanna forget her thighs either…… she is just…. pillow. gently teases when you decide to snuggle up to her but she adores it as she is a huge fan of skinship

- has her hands on you somehow, rubbing circles on your back or on a palm, running her hands through your hair. do this back to her and she gets very soft

- has pulled you aside with a hug from behind for snuggles. usually to avoid work when she’s feeling lazy (and to indulge)

- FOREHEAD KISSES

- smells like lavender, old books, and faintly smoke. snuggle rating: 11/10

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୨♡୧ keqing

summary: you know keqing is a hard worker, but sometimes she forgoes basic needs in favor of her job. today, you decide to surprise her.

notes: one shot, gn!reader, fluff, not edited

warnings: food

word count: 557

those in liyue harbor were lively like always– kids brushing by your clothing, and salepeople yelling in the streets. though, you had no time to take in the sights. you walked up to the counter of wanmin restaurant and rung the small bell besides it.

xiangling quickly appeared at the counter. “oh, hi! i wasn’t expecting you to be here.” she slid a bag full of food over the counter. as you dropped the mora on the counter, xiangling tilted her head to the side in curiosity. “say, are you having a party or something? you’ve never ordered this much food before!” her eyes darted down to the notepad in her hand. “do i have the right order…?”

you laughed. “no, it’s not for me.” pause. “well, mostly.” you quickly grabbed the bag off the counter and with a wave, the sea breeze of liyue rushed past your ears as you ran to the office of civil affairs.

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Oho yes Raiden request incoming. How about Raiden like being reminded of her old friends and how they're no longer with her anymore which causes a break in her usual guard around the reader. This results in Raiden pleading for the reader to never leave her and just soft fluff from there.

Well this request was awkward. If you don't wanna follow exactly, go ahead and do just that

A/N: I'll format this post some other time lmao. Also, Reader appears very suddenly, I know that, but that's because I didn't know how to transition the scene lmao. Also-also, the relationship between Reader and Raiden is unclear. So feel free to imagine it whatever you want it to be.

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Raiden:

Every morning brings about pain in her heart—aches and pangs of all kinds. This pain pressures her further to strive for eternity. Eternity is nearest unto Heaven after all, right?

The winter morning freezes in time, soft snow falling—muting the world it coats. She gazes out upon the white-painted world before her from atop her room balcony. She grits her teeth, feeling her heart swell with desperation for the old times with her dearest friends. A fist of her own clenches, resting on her chest, fingernails threatening to break her snowy pale skin.

She sniffs. Whether it's from the cold or her emotions, she doesn't know. It's both, it's definitely both, she concludes. Her eyes become dusky and hazy with dark thoughts and intense desperation. The world grows fuzzier and fuzzier with a white glaze. She gulps and frowns, collapsing to her knees and clenching her fists.

You appear at her side, a warm and fluffy wine-colored coat in your arms. You unfold the coat and wrap it around her shoulders. Out of respect, you do not speak to her. You turn, ready to leave her be, but she clutches at the edges of your clothing—looking up at you with knitted eyebrows and parted lips. Desperation fills her glassy violet eyes, tears threatening to spill.

"Please, don't leave me." She whimpers, voice barely above a whisper.

You blink, nodding slowly and returning to her side. You settle down onto your knees next to her, gazing at her with a diligent stare. Your eyes soften out of concern for her, wondering what's gotten her so down and out all of a sudden.

With hesitance, your hand reaches out to her. When your hand makes contact with her soft violet hair and pets her oh so softly, her eyes go wide. Yet, she's quick to relax—sighing in content as her eyes flutter shut. A soft smile caresses her thin lips and rosy tint coats her cheeks.

And for once, the morning is different than all the others. It's soft as the fluffy snow beyond you yet warm as a long-awaited embrace. She relishes in these quiet moments, leaning her head toward your comforting hand like a cat. You swear she could start purring at any moment.

Her eyes flitter open, staring out to the snowy landscape before her striking gaze flickers over to you—sparing you a pure smile and adoring gaze.

"Thank you. Let's...stay here a while longer."

Is it possible for a Ayaka x Reader where Reader visits Ayaka always injured but assures Ayaka it nothing but Ayaka's not listening and continues to take care Reader?

thank you for the request, anon !! i really like this idea, i feel the epitome of ladylike and an unlucky, clumsy mess would be cute. 

There are multiple clans and families affiliated with Inazuma’s Yashiro Commission, led by the Kamisato to organize festivals, cultural events and to overlook shrines. You were another one of these children born into association with the commission, belonging to a family whom had overlooked one of Inazuma’s largest and most popular shrines. 

For this particular oncoming event, the shrine that you had grown up keeping was to be the site for a miraculous fireworks display, and it was arranged for both yourself, and Ayaka of the Kamisato clan, to visit Naganohara Fireworks to discuss details with its owner Yoimiya. The main focus was probably to take as many precautions as possible to prevent Yoimiya getting too excited and setting fire to your shrine. 

As much as this meeting was strictly business, it had not changed the fact that both yourself and Ayaka have been friends since childhood. Both of you having met when you were very small, as your parents often mingled through business, and your estates were very close to one another. 

She had known you for years, and so she was obviously familiar with your horrendous luck, often getting injured by the smallest and most insignificant of things. It wouldn’t be a lie to say that Ayaka had requested for her mother to teach her first aid for this reason. Struck by lightning? That was a very common occurrence. Falling from the roof of your shrine? More times than you are willing to admit. Setting fire to your family’s shrine? Maybe once or twice. By accident, of course. 

As much as you had been taught since birth to pray to the archons regularly, raised to humbly request their blessings, your misfortune had felt as though they had refused every little offering. But, perhaps, it’s the fact that you are still alive despite all the bad things that have happened, which is the blessing that you were granted after years of dedication to your work. 

As your legs had carried you up the steps of Kamisato manor, only a little bit later than the agreed meeting time, you were instantly greeted by the sight of Ayaka knelt on the floor in the middle of the room with her eyes closed. Both of her hands were balled gently into fists, and resting on her thighs just above her knees. Her breathing was slow, and anyone would have thought that she had fallen asleep in the position. 

Ayaka really is the definition of gracefulness, you had thought. It’s a vast contrast compared to you. One would probably consider you both opposites. 

“Ah, you have arrived.” 

After the gentle voice had interrupted the silence, you watched as Ayaka’s eyes slowly opened, and her head turned so that she could look at you. Her expressionless face of calm had melded into her usual smile, and in a swift movement she was on her feet. 

“I was beginning to think that you had a change of plans. It seems that I was wrong,” Your eyes had widened at this, she really thought that you were just not going to come? Noticing your bewildered expression, a melodic laugh had circulated throughout the room. Ayaka flicked open the ocean blue fan in her hand and lifted it to cover her mouth. Just her eyes could be seen, and they were narrowed slightly in amusement. “You wouldn’t do that, would you?” 

In your sudden panic of how your friend had almost misunderstood you, you let go of the injured arm that you were trying to hide, and raised both your hands. Just as you were about to stutter out a fast ‘I would never’, she had caught sight of the long tear in your sleeve. 

“..Hm? What is that on your arm?” 

“Huh?” Taking in the question that she had asked, you froze. Ah, so she did notice it. Slowly, you had lowered your hand to cover the tear in your sleeve and wound beneath it, hoping that you could move on from the subject to important matters quicker. “Oh! It’s really nothing worth worrying about-!” 

“..Really?” Before you could hinder it from view completely, two gentle hands had carefully prevented you from doing so by lightly grasping your injured arm so that she could see it better. You continued to panic; you’re here to help plan an important event for Inazuma, not to waste both Ayaka and Yoimiya’s time because of your clumsiness. Ayaka’s eyes had turned worried. “Have you not treated it properly?” 

“Uh..” It was true, you hadn’t the time to take care of your injury properly. You had hurt yourself just as the meeting time was near, so you were already running late before you had gotten hurt in the first place. “No.. B- But-! It’s not as bad as it looks, really!” 

But Ayaka had paid your words no mind, letting go of your injured arm and letting you retreat it back to yourself, before walking beside you and hooking her arm with your uninjured one. As she began to guide you further into the estate, you had known for sure that she was not letting you go any time soon. 

“Tohma,” Ayaka had turned her head to the side so that she could exchange looks with the blonde stood watching from the doorway. “May you please inform Naganohara Fireworks that we will be a little late to today’s meeting?” 

The man remained still for a moment, emerald eyes watching you both and going back over what he had just witnessed. Also coming to the conclusion that you aren’t going to be released until your arm is treated and okay, he propped a hand on his hip, nodding with a smile. “For sure.” 

“I- It’s not that bad, Ayaka. I promise..” 

The white-haired princess chuckled quietly. “I’ll be the judge of that.” 

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this is an experiment:

trying to prove something to my friends

REBLOG IF YOU THINK PANSEXUALITY AND BISEXUALITY ARE TWO DIFFERENT, VALID SEXUALITIES

YOU THINK I’M JOKING BUT I’M DEAD SERIOUS

Hello! Congratulations on 700 followers! :) 🎉🎉 For the event, may I request scenario 7 with Yoimiya?

— ⚡️ CATCHING UP

includes — yoimiya

prompts — scenario #7

a hug after not seeing the other for a long time

warnings — n/a

pronouns — they/them

inazuma was under lock and key for the most part — many of the occupants of the region trying desperately to get out, with only few actually succeeding. there was no one trying to get into inazuma... or at least none that you knew of.

however, when you fled before things turned sour, and left behind someone who meant the world to you — even the stupidest and down right dangerous ideas seemed like nothing.

the group that had snuck you through the copious amount of guards that lined the shores were nothing short of kind — pointing you in the direction of the firework shop, and wishing you luck and safe travels.

it had been years since you had last seen yoimiya — the girl who’s smile shone so bright that it reminded you of the most vibrant explosions of colours that she loved to make and share with others, and the girl who didn’t have a single bad or mean bone in her body. yoimiya was a loving soul who you couldn’t wait to wrap in your arms again.

the firework shop hadn’t been hard to pinpoint once you had walked into the town — with racks of the colourful wrapped explosions sitting on the porch, the sounds of bounce-like steps prancing around on the wood, and the sight of the bright hair you remembered all too well.

“hey! do you think i can have a discount on your biggest firework?” the smile was large on your face without her even noticing you at first — the feeling of happiness at just the presence of her doing the job for you.

yoimiya turned in confusion — a couple of fireworks held in her hands. as soon as she recognized you however mcyt the fireworks were long forgotten on the rack, and he body was rushing towards your own.

to the people of the street, it almost looked as if the girl had attacked you — with her body knocking into your own harshly, sending your body back and plummeting towards the cobblestone ground, but it was anything but malicious intent.

“oh my archons — y/n!” you could hear the smile in her tone. “i haven’t seen you in like- ever!” she giggled — her face lifting from your shoulder and looking down upon you with a grin.

smiles were shared for a few more moments, before yoimiya inevitably swooped back down and pulled you in for another hug. after going for years without any physical contact, let alone verbal, yoimiya was cashing in on all the time the two of you had missed together.

“well, i’m here now, right?” people passing by paid no mind to the scene anymore — simply chuckling before walking past as if they had seen nothing.

“yes you are — and you can be sure that you’re not leaving anytime soon,” yoimiya lifted herself onto her feet — her hand held down to you to help you up. “we’ve got a lot of catching up to do, don’t we?”

“just a bit,” yoimiya didn’t waste time before she sprung into action — telling you about everything that had happened in the past few months, filling you in on what’s been going on in her own life, and asking an endless amount of questions about how you had been.

i picked my ass up and told myself to write and get over my problems, so have at it

I don't really know how many letters is too many so sorry in advance! For the fluff alphabet could you do Amber C, D and N?

You can request as many letters as you like!

Fluff Alphabet: C D N

Characters: Amber

Icon credit:Leheia

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

Amber starts to freak out a bit herself. Her bubbly personality shifts into panic mode whenever her partner is having a panic attack.

She at first struggles to help calm her s/o and there worries. Gets them whatever they need, a glass of water? Amber already has it ready for you. Perhaps you want some space instead? Your girlfriend will give you the space you want and promise to return soon.

She has her shoulder ready to cry on if you feel like crying. placing her undivided attention towards her s/o, Amber listens to everything her s/o has to say, there worries, angers, thoughts, she listens to it all.

She uses food as a way to help make you feel better. Making something herself (although not always the best)or buying thing from Good Hunter. Sometimes food can be the remedy to your concerns.

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

She pictures the future from time to time. But Amber is more curious on her s/o's views on the future and ask them instead more than herself.

She enjoys picturing different scenarios and such. Most of her views of the future include her s/o as she dreams that she and her lover are still dating

She imagines her placement at the Knights of Favonius and what the future for her s/o may hold. You are looking for your twin, what happens after you find them? Oof

She doesn't think too much of bad scenarios occurring it leaves a bad feeling in her stomach and that idea of dread will follow her for the rest of day. If that pit of dread grows too much she'll ask her s/o what they would do in said situation were to occur.

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

She's not too big on Nicknames, but she has a couple she likes to call her s/o by.

It also depends on her lovers opinion on nicknames, if you like them she'll use them more often. If not she'll use them occasionally.

One nickname is the shorter version of your name which she uses most commonly.

Other nicknames that are more rare are based around things you like, Amber notices you take a huge liking to something, she may start calling you that.

She has a couple teasing nicknames as well but she doesn't use them as much. Depends on the atmosphere of the situation