" Welcome! "

“ Our Husband is currently handling things. Pleased to meet you though, new guest. “

[anequiem]

This blog is now an ARCHIVE!! There will be no more posts!!

“Welcome to our forest!“

“ This is a place to relax and read, please don’t cause unnecessary conflict. ”

*Areas marked with ✢ may be a bit upsetting for some.

*Areas marked with ❧ may be a bit dark for some.

“Talk to our husband, Requiem, to see if we have any specific places for you to relax.”

We Do:

x reader , roleplay

*Please, feel free to send asks! We'd love to have you.

[anequiem]

✢ Thinking about Xiao

He doesn't want to hurt you, you know?

Xiao is a recluse though. Powering through his pain- pushing away those who care.

He knows he can hurt them- has hurt them.

Despite this, Xiao still gives you gifts. That's his love language. Xiao finds you things- not pretty things, but things that he thinks you would find useful on your journey.

Xiao loves you, he really does. Platonic or romantic, it doesn't really matter. In the end, Xiao knows he would die for you.

[anequiem]

Thinking about Kinich.

He’s really not affectionate in the slightest. But he tries.

Kinich doesn’t really place value in affection, words or otherwise.

He does, however, enjoy acts of service.

He cooks, cleans, anything to make your life easier. Because you deserve it.

Despite how every word says otherwise, Kinich adores you, and doesn’t want to see you struggle.

Maybe that’s why it hurts so much when Kinich is reminded that after he dies, someone else might take his place.

He might hurt you with his death, and someone else might not pick up the pieces.

[anequiem]

Thinking about Ei

she’s probably bad at hugs- like really bad

she tries to make up for her affection shortcomings with gifts

she would probably buy out all of Inazuma, if that’s what you wished.

You go against eternity, with your mortality. but she still love you the best she can, while she can.

[anequiem]

✧ Scaramouche

It doesn't really matter which version of him.

I'd like to think that his limb are detachable, but he doesn't particularly like it because of Dottore.

He let's you though. You'd slowly take apart his hand before sleep, making sure to put him back together before you fell asleep.

He never says it directly, but his actions speak for him. He trusts you, and he wouldn't give you up for the world.

You would kiss his joints, watching as he shivers a bit.

You would have fun with this.

"I love you darling."

[anequiem]

Scaramouche

Thinking about him.

Not anything specific. He probably has ball joints.

Well Kabukimono and Kunikuzushi probably had ball joints. Once he completely joined the fatui, he probably had Dottore cover them with artificial skin.

When you touch it, you can still feel the ball joints underneath, and he feels a bit self-conscious about it.

[anequiem]

❧ Your dearest lover ❧

Oh how he loved you. Oh how his his love hurt.

Scaramouche would curl his fingers into your hair, forcing you to look at him. His expression would be cruel. Demanding.

Today wasn't one of his good days. Scaramouche would smile before suddenly releasing you. Suddenly, you would be on the floor, your face stinging.

He slapped you. Scara would then gently hold your face, kissing you as he drove his knee into your ribcage.

Later that night, he would hold you. He would pull you into bed, running his hands over the bruises. The bruises he gave you.

Scaramouche would smile.

You were undoubtedly his, and he knows you know.

"Mine, all mine.."

[anequiem]

✢ Thinking about Us. ✢

We love and pretend. We let fictional characters fill our lives, despairing once we remember that they cannot be real.

And it hurts. It really does. It hurts when you remember that fiction cannot be reality. It hurts when I remember that the world I made is not real.

And we suppose that normal and okay. Things hurt. But we can wish. And we can hope. But we know.

"You know they aren't real."

[anequiem]

.✢ Thinking about Wanderer ✢.

Thinking about how Wanderer would try to distance himself from you.

Thinking about how he would read through ancient texts so desperately.

About how Wanderer would come and lay with you once he thought you were asleep.

His affection for you had no bounds, not that he would ever tell you that.

How he would scowl when talking to Nahida.

How Wanderer would become visibly upset when reminded of your mortality.

How when you asked him what was going on, he almost broke down.

“I just don’t want to lose another.”

[anequiem]

Masterlist

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Fluff

•✵ Thinking about Tartaglia [1]

•✵ Thinking about Tartaglia [2]

•✵ Going out in public [1]

[Tartaglia , Neuvillette , Kaeya , Venti , Wanderer]

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Angst

•✢ Thinking about Venti [1]

•✢ Thinking about Wanderer [1]

•✢ Thinking about Us.

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Dark

•❧ Thinking about The Balladeer [1]

•❧ Your dearest lover

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Mixed Genres

•✧ Sparring [1]

•✧ Scaramouche

[Tartaglia , Lumine]

[anequiem]

✧ Sparring ✧

Characters : Tartaglia , Lumine

Lumine was the only person who could match you in a ring.

After your sparring match, you would both be covered in bruises, grinning from ear to ear.

After, she would hug you and take your hand, pulling you into the house.

Lumine would hold you, kissing your bruises and cuddling you.

Lumine adores you, and she can’t help but become flustered when seeing you bruised because of her.

She loves it.

“Say, darling? Why didn’t you fight me sooner?”

Tartaglia would beat you, every time without fail.

They don’t call him the weapon master for nothing, huh?

He would smile as you lay in the grass, breathless.

Tartaglia would hold out his hand, and when you take it, he would lift you up and immediately pull you inti a gentle hug.

Every sparring match he had with you would end up with him even happier,

pressing butterfly kisses all over your face.

When you got home, Tartaglia would cuddle you on the couch, making sure he didn’t hurt you too bad.

After all, you were the love of his life.

“It doesn’t hurt too much, right? Tell me if it does.”

[anequiem]

✵ Going out in public ✵

Characters : Tartaglia , Neuvillette , Kaeya , Venti , Wanderer

Wanderer would try to convince you to not leave, but end up going with you.

He would keep his hand rested on the small of your back, making sure others didn’t try to get you.

You were his after all.

After a while, you would take Wanderer’s hand in yours, intertwining your fingers with his. He would blush, using his free hand to pull his hat in front of his face.

You two would wander through the city, a small smile on your face.

You succeeded in making your black cat of a boyfriend go out with you.

“Darling.. can we go home now?”

Venti would be the one to drag you out, grinning all the while.

You two would go through the city, hand in hand as he giggled at you.

Venti would drag you out of the city soon after, taking you to the Windrise tree.

Sitting up in the tree, Venti would gently hold your hands and leave a small kiss on your cheek, smiling softly.

As you smile as him, a flash of sadness would go across his face as he suddenly wrapped you in a hug.

“..I love you. Please never leave me.”

Kaeya would be constantly touching you.

A hand brushing your arm, Kaeya suddenly holding your hand, an arm around your waist..

He truly was a jealous man. He wanted you all to himself.

Sitting at Good Hunter, Kaeya would be next to you, just looking at your features.

He smiles, brushing your hair to the side before giving you a small, gentle kiss.

As your food came, Kaeya would just smirk at how flustered you were.

“..beautiful.”

Neuvillette usually doesn’t have a lot of time for you, so when he does, he goes all out.

First, Neuvillette would take you out to dinner, paying for everything, just watching you fondly.

Then, you two would go to the park and sit with the melusines.

He would laugh quietly at the way they jumped all over you. Once he did, they would all rush to him, including yourself.

Neuvillette and you would stay there for a while, talking and playing with the melusines.

Lastly, once night came, Neuvillette would take you to the top of the cliff, his favourite spot.

There, he would hold your hand and whisper sweet nothings.

He would hold you close to him, his eyes closed as a soft smile graced his face.

“Just as the rain belongs to the ocean, I am yours, my love.”

Tartaglia. Oh Tartaglia. How he made you feel safe.

When you go out, he’ll randomly hug you from behind, smiling as you jump.

Tartaglia would smile fondly as you giggled, holding close to him.

If anything caught your eye while you were out, it would be bought within the second.

He would glare at anyone who got too close for comfort, taking your hand, smiling once the person was gone.

How he would tell you everything he thought was amazing about you, praising you like a god.

Tartaglia, oh Tartaglia. How he loved you.

“Oh? Did that catch your interest my love?”

[anequiem]

.✢ Thinking about Venti ✢.

Thinking about how Venti drinks, only to immediately sober up once you’re there.

About how he cries, his tears as clear as crystals when you’re gone.

About how he lies awake at night, thinking of your mortality.

Thinking about how he hugs you, silently crying into your shoulder, hoping you won’t notice.

Thinking about how Venti tries to give you the best life he can, because you’re not forever. Not like him.

“Come my cecilia, would you like to try real flying? No, not with those silly gliders~”

[anequiem]

✵ Thinking about Tartaglia. ✵

How he’s so very cuddly

How he talks about his sibling all of the time to you, but when he’s with his family all he talks about is you

How Tartaglia is so socially unaware, unable to notice most signs.

How deapite being so socially unaware, he would fight anyone who tried to touch you at the slightest sign of being uncomfortable.

How he’s so protective in public, holding your hand, his arm around your waist, kissing your cheek.

How every time Tartaglia is out, he buys you every single trinket he thinks you might like.

How he doesn’t know how to comfort you, but he asks you to spar when you’re sad because he knows it cheers him up.

“Darling, I’m back! I bought you this new necklace you might like..”

[anequiem]

.❧ Thinking about The Balladeer ❧.

About how it would take so long for him to trust you.

How The Balladeer would be so, so possessive of you once he learned to trust you.

How he would protect you from the other Harbingers,

About how he would hold you and never let you go.

The threats The Balladeer would tell you, holding you so, so tightly, to the point where you might bruise.

How he would stop you from talking to other guys.

How he would kiss your neck and whisper into your ear, never letting you say no.

“Why darling, you’re mine. You’re not trying to leave me.. right?”

[anequiem]

✵ Thinking about Tartaglia. ✵

About how when he’s had a rough day, he would find you and hug you.

Ajax would hug you from behind, burying his face in your hair as he calmed down.

He would kiss your cheek as you listen to him rant about his day.

He would rant about his colleagues, wishing they would spar him.

He would rant about how they think he’s dumb. How they talk about him, Childe, as if he’s not there.

And you would run your hand through his hair, tracing his faint freckles as your presence calmed him down.

“Thank you dear, this has really helped. Now what do you think about a spar?”