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Delirium
⋯⁂ Summary: Sleepless nights are ever-consuming. So, what can they do to help you?
⋯⁂ a/n: Repost, get your repost over here! (This was originally posted on my other account (@rosenongrata), that's all lol)
⋯⁂ w.c: 275 (zhongli) — 287 (alhaitham) — 280 (tighnari) — 281 (cyno)
⋯⁂ characters: zhongli, alhaitham, tighnari, cyno.
⋯⁂ cw: sleep-deprived reader, fluff, cuddling, alhaitham being an ass (normal), gn reader.
Zhongli
⋯⁂ Zhongli is the quickest of them all to notice your sluggish movements and slow responses. Is also the quickest to pester you about if you've slept or not. Turns out you haven't—which he already knew—he simply wanted to..."double-check." (Really, he just wants to hear you admit it, he wants you to admit to needing help.)
⋯⁂ He offers many things, fresh tea included. He collects many different teas, sleepytime ones specially reserved for a certain sleepyhead that he frets over all too often. He loves you truly and deeply, but sometimes he swears you'll give him a heart attack one day (even if he's completely incapable of such a feat.) He wants you safe, sound, and content—is that too much to ask for?
⋯⁂ Is not against the idea of taking care of any chores around the house that you were planning on doing today. In fact, he prefers it this way. He wants you to relax as much as you can. Hell, even if you were fully rested, he would still happily do chores for you. He hardly minds these menial tasks—he finds them quite relaxing, actually. It brings him a strange sense of normalcy in his historic heart.
⋯⁂ If you still haven't fallen asleep at the end of the day, he'll rest beside you in bed and pet your head. His hands are soft and warm—not that you mind, of course. He hums old little tunes to you, and at this point, you can't force yourself to stay awake any longer. He can't help the smile that breaks out on his thin lips, and he certainly can't keep them from kissing your cheek, either.
Alhaitham
⋯⁂ Quick enough to notice how odd you're behaving, easily piecing the puzzle together that you haven't been sleeping well enough. But, being the way that Alhaitham is, he lets you try to push through the day as if nothing is wrong. He waits until you nearly collapse to catch you and scold you for pushing yourself far too hard. He does have a stupid smirk on his face the whole time he scolds you, though. It makes his scheme obvious, but he doesn't care.
⋯⁂ If you are not at home when you almost kiss the floor with your face, he'll carry you back to your abode. The first thing he does is tuck you into bed and commands you actually to sleep this time around. But when you whine and make grabby hands at him, the cold exterior around his heart cracks a little. He almost sighs at how cute you look right now, so he stays…for now.
⋯⁂ He'll grab you most things you ask for unless he deems it unnecessary to your journey into a dreamless land. Otherwise, he settles himself on the edge of the bed, thumbing through another one of his wordy books that makes any sane person's head spin. He knows you're glaring at him, but he ignores you. That is, until you whimper again—begging him to cuddle you to sleep. It's alarming how quickly he caves into your little demand.
⋯⁂ You giggle when he tucks himself in next to you, immediately slinging your exhausted arms around his frame. He smiles. A genuine, almost sickeningly-pure smile. He loops one arm around you to pull you closer than ever before, his free hand moving to pet your head with slow and sensitive strokes.
Tighnari
⋯⁂ Immediately demands that you go lay down, even if you had just gotten up out of bed. Tells you he'll stay with you for the day, to ensure you fall asleep. Scolds you for too long about how dangerous the side effects of sleep deprivation are. He cares about you all too much to see you fumble around like an idiot, struggling to do basic tasks.
⋯⁂ Otherwise, he's already picking your brain about what has been keeping you up at night. Too much work? Noisy mind? Simply not tired? He'll do all that he can to craft a good cure for you to aid you in falling asleep. If you attempt to fight back, he can and will sass you mercilessly. He doesn't care to listen to your arguing, he knows he's right and he knows you know that he's stubborn.
⋯⁂ He doesn't mind taking off his ranging for the day. Well, he may complain about it later, but he truly treasures every bit of time spent with you—even if you're half-awake or sick. He does like to take care of you, but he wishes you would be more perceptive about your needs. And if you ever need his help, he's happy to provide it.
⋯⁂ If you ever grow so tired to plea for cuddles, he'll chuckle and ask you a very simple question, "Will you sleep if I give you a good snuggle?" He's a devil in disguise sometimes. But, there's no doubt about it that he does enjoy cuddling you as much as you enjoy cuddling him. His steady breaths and cozy warmth eventually lull you into a peaceful slumber, held close to his chest with protective arms.
Cyno
⋯⁂ Is quite literally already shoving you back into bed and tucking you in. He doesn't need to verbalize his demand, not at all. You pout and he takes none of it. With a fold of his arms, he now verbally commands you to sleep. He may not be the gentlest, but it's still clear as day how much he cares for your well-being.
⋯⁂ He doesn't know medications, cures, or anything of the sort like that very well unless they're patch-ups for battle. Sleep medication? What's that? Oh well, he does his research (by accidentally interrogating others a little too roughly). He does find the perfect medication for you, buying a little too much of it right away before returning to your side.
⋯⁂ Prepares the medication and forces you to take it if you make a complaint about it (if you try to lie about being allergic, he will know, so don't bother). If you do happen to be allergic to any of the ingredients in the medication, he goes back to do even more research. He won't stop until he's certain that you're cozy, comfortable, and sound asleep.
⋯⁂ He quietly thinks up jokes to tell you while you try to sleep again. They're all terrible, by the way, in case you weren't sure. Admittedly, he still finds it awkward to lie in bed by your side, even if you beg for it. He's so used to spending his days and nights alone. He's easing into the idea of it, though, especially when you take a hold of him in your sleep. He chuckles and presses a goodnight kiss to your forehead, letting you hold him for as long as you'd like.
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ideal.
⋯⁂ summary. your lover's ideal kind of date~
⋯⁂ charas (OCs). ray. (future) salem. morgan. gigi.
ray.
a cultural festival.
they are ever the reclusive introvert, so they damn near require staying at home. should push come to shove with going out, though, they'd like to attend a cultural festival. bonus points if it's where you're from or even currently live. (as long as it's away from pier point.)
despite their soft, disarming customer service persona – they're deeply shy and socially anxious. if you can, please do any talking for them. especially when it comes to ordering any food or treats at vendors. they have a very complicated relationship with food, after all.
keep in mind they like to people-watch, so sitting somewhere relatively empty but nearby is a surefire way of helping them maintain composure. you don't want them to spontaneously combust mentally because they walked around for too long.
besides... you can't go wrong with sitting side by side with them in general. they're quiet, respectful, and it allows their easily fatigued body to rest.
if they don't want to stay too long, though, they probably can't be convinced to stay a while longer. unless... something interesting catches their attention.
salem.
a romantic dinner.
she is an utterly hopeless romantic at her core, as generic as it may be. regardless of her magician persona, she's tender and yearning for a little bit of romance. but only with the right person.
admittedly, she never really saw herself getting to date (or marry) anyone in her shortened lifetime. she's 20, and she can only live to her early 30s due to her death sentence of a heritage. but this dinner with you? it's more than she could ever ask for.
though, she can't quite hide the sad smile she has as you sit, talk, and eat together. she wishes this could last forever and always. with you. but it's not feasible. yet it's too difficult to simply accept, either.
she'll make the most of this. of being with you. she will do everything in her power to make you happy while this lasts. please, forgive her for leaving this life too early.
morgan.
theatre.
she has terribly complicated tastes. she can enjoy one thing for a little while to jumping right into something completely different. but one thing that has always been a favorite? theatre. not movies, but broadways, musicals, operas... it's always a delight.
she doesn't care about genre, although tragedy numbs her. she doesn't care for it, even though it's tolerable to some extent. other than that, she has no preference in genre. anything goes!
you may have figured she'd want to go gambling or something else adrenaline-inducing. (she is kind of an adrenaline junkie, unfortunately.)
but any theatre is the perfect safe space for her. and with you sitting next to her, she freely makes snarky comments on the characters, but never the actors. although, a new trait seems to have developed during this activity with your comforting, secure presence.
she falls asleep. for once. her head will droop slowly, leaning more and more toward you before settling on your shoulder. finally. the pinnacle of her trust and adoration for you.
gigi.
a library.
gigi is...odd, at best. rather dangerous, at worst. but it's not something she can necessarily just stop altogether. but maybe that's why you like her, right? she's eccentric and mysterious. all while being surprisingly...innocent.
she loves to read, though! being she's of the race of star-people (aptly named starlings), she can read and speak any language without much issue. how lucky... she doesn't have to bother with a synesthesia beacon or taking an amber era's worth of language classes!
so, you take her to a library to "eat up" all the knowledge to her heart's content. she's a black hole starling specifically, so you oughta keep an eye on her and the books she picks out... she may literally eat one of them to "consume" all of its information and memories.
instead of letting her eat the books (that you definitely wouldn't be able to pay the replacements for), you write down important notes with her for everything she reads. this is much handier for both of you. also, for once, you get to hear her thoughts on what she's reading.
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i gotta finish this bro i literally have 1 character left
I SEE HOW IT IS..................................................... smh
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ough. something real shitty happened on sunday. might write a fic for it LOL
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I SEE HOW IT IS..................................................... smh
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ideal.
⋯⁂ summary. your lover's ideal kind of date~
⋯⁂ charas. aventurine. dr ratio. jade. topaz. stelle.
aventurine
staying at home.
he loves staying home – wherever home may be, as long as it's with you. it's far less stressful than feeling like he needs to be constantly performing outside of the house.
games, movies, fancy dinner – hell, even just takeout for dinner works! all he wants is you around. then, the world is quieter. his mind is quieter.
he has to do a lot of talking day in and day out, so when it's nighttime with you around, on a date, he prefers to listen to you. even if all you have to offer is silence. he can't complain too much about some quiet time with you.
with these kind of dates, it's a little easier for him to fall asleep.
dr ratio
the museum.
of course, he's already been to so many museums throughout the cosmos. but, with you, it feels a lot more relaxing and...happifying. plus, he gets to impart his knowledge with you! if it's on your homeworld, then there are bonus points to be had.
he's quietly rambling to you a lot of the time, but his voice is low enough not to disturb other guests at the establishment. he almost sounds enchanted rather than stern – he's just really enjoying this, to share knowledge and history with you.
he's in his element, truly. and you're happy to see him so happy. the smiles he has, the giddy glint in his eyes... you revel in it. you know he's a little irritable, even grumpy, most days. so this is perfect for both of you, even if you're not paying attention that much – mostly because you can't stop staring at his joyful features.
of course, you end up purchasing plenty of little knickknacks at the small gift shop. one time you found a small golden duck pendant, and this is what you gifted to him the next day. he was both flabbergasted and playfully irritated. but, in truth, he adores it to bits.
jade
the boardwalk.
it's a calm enough activity, and she is mostly willing to buy anything that truly catches your eye as you pass by the many shop windows. she thinks it's quite adorable how your eyes will light up when you see something neat that panders to your interests.
you two will come to a slow halt, finding a drink stand to indulge in. she pays for it. and there are times where she silently wonders if you only love her for her money.
but then you do something remarkably stupid and she can't but snicker, almost falling in love all over again. she appreciates your silly moments – it reminds her that not every adult is greedy and devious.
there's you, after all – one in a million. besides, you say thanks to her every time she gets you something. and she can tell how heartfelt your gratitude is. mostly because you try to buy her things that she likes as a surprise. it's never a surprise to her, but she loves you for it all the same.
topaz
the café.
the café. one of Topaz's...many places she visits. she has a certain café in Pier Point that she loves to death. she'll tell you all about it, content with not discussing work or anything related to it for a while.
she's not the wisest when it comes to her own limits since she often goes above and beyond. but you're happy to remind her at any point in time. she might pout, though. she knows you're worried for her well-being in the end, though.
it's hard for her to not talk about work, unfortunately. but you have plenty of things to discuss that are outside of the realm of work, thankfully. and she makes a fantastic and compassionate listener. she has her own comments and remarks to make as you two chat, and she's so mindful about it. she doesn't sugar coat her truth, of course. but she doesn't let it hurt you, either.
she loves the coffee and the chocolate eclairs the most, but she also loves to try whatever you order – no matter how simple or complex it may be. she wants to live a part of your world, your experiences. she wants to always be there in your world – no matter how physically faraway she may be.
stelle
picnic!
a picnic feast? count her in! she loves it. she loves you even more. and now she loves you doubly for taking her out on a picnic. she tries to interact with curious animals, but you have to rein her in before something bad happens. the idea is dumb, she is also dumb, but you love her far too much. this allows her to get away with things at times (much to your dismay).
she's the one who brings the most food. because of course she did. she claims all of it is homemade, by her hands – this is certainly a lie. you'd wager 70% of it is made with her own hands. the rest is bought. but you don't care that much, it's okay to indulge every so often.
she eats far too much junk food, though. you worry. and also wonder how in the hell she manages to live like that. in fact, she eats most of the junk food she bought for the picnic. or maybe this is some sort of secret plan of hers to have you try out her cooking and baking? who knows, truly. you enjoy it all the same – you can tell she put a lot of love and effort into every delightful snack and questionable concoction.
she nearly passes out when done eating – a food coma, maybe. you're content with having her head on your lap, your hands idly brushing through her hair. and then your hand snags in her unruly locks and she wakes up with a dramatic whine. you mentally note to brush her hair later.
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i wish i was even remotely interested in Amphoreus but i'm truly disenfranchised with it more than anything
#anyway i may write smth smth tonight. if i can. ive been coughing nonstop for 2 weeks#so im both tired and scatterbrained#🌠— chats
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“I’m not very smart, so why are you asking me this question?”
“Oh… Hi. Did you need something? Nothing…? Why are you here, then? ‘Just because’? You’re ridiculous, but alright…”
✾ This is an HSR OC RP blog! ✾ OC + Anon + Canon friendly! ✾ Prefer to avoid crossovers, but maybe we can talk something out. ✾ Prefer to interact with canon characters since I love to test dynamics and interactions for my fic(s). ✾ SFW! (mostly, willing to discuss this further.)
✾ guidelines. ✾ OC info. ✾ tags. ✾ relationships. ✾ anons. ✾ mod.
✾ divider credits to @/cafekitsune.
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i will set up lil blog.......................................................
*shakes followers gently*
would anyone like to RP with me if i were to - ahem - set up a blog for Ray.
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*shakes followers gently*
would anyone like to RP with me if i were to - ahem - set up a blog for Ray.
#im especially interested in canon/oc stuff. BUT. i will not turn away other ocs ofc. i shall embrace it#preference doesn't mean i hate the other side#ANYWAY#PLEASE ANSWER I'M BEGGING I REALLY WANT TO RP AGAIN 😭😭#🌠— chats
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inspo nyaven in his pot of hunny
#🌠— my works#i guess? i dont think i have an art tag or anything on here...#oh well. i'll sort it out later#aventurine#hsr aventurine#hsr#honkai star rail#btw im posting this on this blog bc apparently im shadowbanned on my main?? what did i even do 😟#edit: i was NOT shadowbanned. im just stupid
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single or bouquet

✧—✧ summary. well-learned in floriography, you decide to give your beloved something special.
✧—✧ a/n. this is a renewal of a VERY OLD series i had on one of my first genshin writing blogs. i will be doing 3 characters at a time for now. i don't want posts to be too long, ofc. i think there's a word limit. idk what it is tho
✧—✧ characters. albedo. amber. barbara.
✧—✧ cws. tooth-rotting fluff. short reads.
✧— Albedo —✧ w.c: 158
With a mix of Blue Hollyhocks and Daisies in hand, the bundle of flowers tops off with a healthy amount of Acanthus. What a perfect representation of remembrance, loyalty, and trust, with a lovely addition of a floral symbol of art and rebirth.
Albedo blinks when the humble bouquet is presented to him by you. He immediately wonders silently how much thought and work you put into this. Yet, he never once resists the smile that tilts his lips. He knows the meaning behind these flowers, and he couldn't be more flattered.
With some simple experimentation and alchemy, he prolongs the lifespan and durability of the flowers. This is so he can always keep them in his lab in Dragonspine, even while he's out and about. He often finds himself getting distracted by them, staring at them with soft eyes. He's not fantastic at social interaction, but he's always more than happy to have you by his side.
✧— Amber —✧ w.c: 143
A mix of Baby's Breath and Red Carnations are sure to strike many hearts. The symbolism behind them promises purity and passion, while also being the perfect resemblance of your lover.
Amber gasps when the vivacious white and red bouquet is presented to her, her cheeks quick to burn with the same redness of the carnations. Then, she giggles and takes them, taking in the relaxing scent. When she hugs you with her spare arm, she presses a chaste kiss to your cheek.
She's always so happy to come home to a beautiful vase of blossomed flowers – it makes her heart flutter. She can't help but appreciate how lucky she is to have you and many others by her side. She'll never take you or them for granted. And she's sure to always greet you with a kiss on your cheek.
✧— Barbara —✧ w.c: 140
Blue Aster as the talisman of love and trust, Chamomile for energy in adversity, and Daisies to represent your loyal love, her gentleness and innocence, and your shared patient endurance. The bouquet is small, knowing that anything bigger would be sure to embarrass her a little too much.
Barbara goes silent with parted lips when you hand her the blue and white flowers, suspiciously matching her deaconess attire. Her blushing stands out among the cool colors, warming your heart as much as it warms her cheeks. You can’t help but laugh a little.
She treasures these flowers beyond measure, keeping them as bright and blooming as possible. She does get sad when they wilt, but you readily promise to get her as many more as she wants. But, as long as she has you, she believes doesn’t need anything else.
#🌠— my works#🌠— fluff#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader#💕— albedo#albedo x reader#💕— amber#amber x reader#💕— barbara#barbara x reader#💕— multi#✨— single or bouquet
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i guess i'm renewing my very old "single or bouquet" series for Genshin. and will probably do it for HSR too
i blame @aventurineswife for this. all their fault /j
anyway. i'm gonna try to keep up to date with it ... emphasis on try LMAO
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happy birthday aventurine.... u silly man.... u make me cry... but ily so so so much.............
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will be opening askbox TEMPORARILY.
you may send brainrots or questions :3
if ur a gazabot i'm obliterating u on sight
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heart of spades.
⋯⁂ summary. it's aventurine's birthday.
⋯⁂ a/n. this was fun to write, despite that it's rather short!! pls enjoy <3
⋯⁂ cw. tender angst. recollections of aventurine's past (re: avgin massacre). reader luvs aven lots. phone call / facetime call. sweet ending.
⋯⁂ obligatory tags. @tojiswhore-aventurinesslut ; @aventurineswife (hiiii 👋👋 im evil btw)
…it’s raining.
dreadful, he thinks.
he hates the rain.
like a storm cast over the bank of a river, his mind floods with memories of that fateful day so many years ago. it didn’t just rain, it poured – all while those haunting screams echo in his mind, even now. he can even still recall the dark of night consuming his vision.
he still wonders how he’s managed to stay alive until now.
he wagers that a decent portion of his will to live is nestled within you. only you. his sunshine. he isn’t as sunny as most would portray him to be – the sun doesn’t just survive, it lives. but you – you live, casting a bright glow on his darkness, allowing him to shine a little bit longer.
his train of thought is derailed the moment someone comes by to his hotel room, dropping off a package from you. how funny, he was just thinking of you moments ago— oh, he remembers now. it’s his birthday.
fuck.
sometimes he wishes you’d treat this day like any other, but then he remembers that you put him through a lot (of love). both sugar and spice. right now, it’s evidently sugar. maybe too much sugar.
after thanking the subordinate that left the package in his care, he carefully unwraps the brown paper and unties the silly bee-printed ribbon. regardless of how silly it is, he thinks he’ll keep it. just in case (of what? he doesn’t know either.)
he doesn’t notice, but his shoulders feel so much lighter while he sits on the hotel bed, rummaging through the small birthday gift. a smile cracks on his face when he discovers the ingredients for his favorite coffee order. medium roast, subtle hazelnut flavoring, steamed milk, and a single droplet of honey.
you’re sneaky, he thinks. but he knows someone has to get back at him once in a while. it may as well be you.
oh, there’s even butter cookies in the package… you spoil him too much. then again, he can never spend enough on you (you beg to differ.)
without another beat of hesitation, he begins to put the coffee together. as routine as it may be, he’s thankful for the brief period of respite from his tormented mind. at first, anyway. and then the thoughts return, unbidden and unrelenting. he would grimace if he wasn’t already used to all of this bullshit—
—he nearly drops the small glass jar of honey. he catches it just before it rolls off the countertop in the kitchenette. he sighs tersely, pinching the bridge of his nose as he feels an oncoming migraine – no surprise there. aside from the emotions that storms bring, the humidity and pressure changes never fail to give him a low-thrumming headache.
once the coffee is finished, steamed milk poured on top and honey stirred inside, he stands at the sliding patio door.
he simply…watches the storm. perhaps, in a way, he’s witnessing. but witnessing what? maybe witnessing the echoes of his past coming back to tear away at his flesh, his soul – if he dare believe in such a concept. all he can do is watch like a helpless, hopeless bystander.
ring-ring!
the sound of his phone buzzing nearly makes him throw his mug at the door. can’t he have a semblance of peace? just this once. please. please, gaiathra—
instead, he shakily sets the simple black mug back down in the kitchenette, and pulls out his phone. he leans back against the nearest counter as he answers the call – it's you.
you and your angelic voice.
“hey!” you chirp, “wanna facetime? i wanna see your handsome face, birthday boy!”
handsome face? sure, he’s handsome to most, but he looks like total trash right now – the dark circles under his drooping eyes more evident than ever. hell, he can hardly even keep a smile on his face.
he holds back a sigh, at the very least.
“...hey,” you say before he responds, “c’mon. i don’t care if you look ‘bad’ right now. i just need to see you. please?”
“alright, alright,” he relents too easily this time, but you do have so much sway over his heart, as usual. he turns on the front-facing camera, the tiniest of smiles curling his lips – still rather performative, if you had to say anything about it. “better?” he asks, too quietly.
“much better,” you have your own camera turned on, a sunny grin on your face. “i love seeing you regardless of how you look! you know that, right? if not, i’m happy to remind you.”
“...i know,” he mutters, “just…hard to believe you truly don’t care about my performance anymore—”
“i never did care about your performance, aventurine!” you pout, “i’m not here for the performance, i’m here for the actor underneath it all.”
he licks his lips nervously, tasting remnants of coffee and dryness.
“...sorry, i’m not angry, i promise,” you soothe, “hmm… let’s see… did you get the package? how’s the weather?” you pivot the topic – for his sake.
“i did, and thank you for the gift, as well. you must’ve known that i’d need a pick-me-up this time,” he chuckles breathlessly, hardly even audible. “and… the weather? seriously?” he teases a little, but really, he’s reluctant to answer. he knows it’ll worry you—
“aventurine.” you say, but it’s a tender kind of firm.
“...well, it’s raining pretty hard. headache included.” he finally answers, quieter this time, losing all of the performative gleam in his expression.
“i see,” you nod, “...would meds help? do you have any? more importantly: have you been drinking water?” ah, typical you, that’s where your mind jumps to.
…he’s definitely not been drinking enough water. not that he wants to admit that.
you know better, though.
“i see that guilt!” you accuse with worry, “please, drink some water. i will remind you every five minutes tonight until you tell me you did it.”
“and…you’d believe me? do you look up when someone tells you ‘gullible’ is written on the ceiling, too?” he sighs, his joke falling flatter than a board.
“i’d believe you without hesitation.”
“...”
he’s at a loss for words. he often is when he’s alone with you. maybe it’s for the best.
“...and…by the way, happy birthday, aventurine!” you chirp, your grin returning full force.
“i—” he sputters, “...thank you – for spending it with me. despite everything. despite…me—”
“i would do it a thousand times over.”
#aventurine x reader#aventurine fluff#aventurine angst#🌠— hurt/comfort#💕— aventurine#hsr x reader#honkai star rail x reader
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