⋆˚࿔ ㅤ― " baby, i'm yours " honkai star rail males x gn! reader i'll do separate post for ladies! || argenti, blade, dan heng, dr ratio, gepard, jing yuan, mydei, phainon, caelus x gn! reader
⋆˚࿔ cw: modern au implied, 100% established relationship (or situationship, wtv u see fit...), modern songs mostly used, yes i picked out from my playlists HAHAH
⋆˚࿔ synopsis. what songs would they soft launch you to?
⋆˚࿔ wc: ~1.5k ; not proofread, might be ooc!
⋆˚࿔ argenti is a man of taste, taste of the older times of course! he's super into songs that are much older than you both, and posts a video of you two slow dancing to any of the said songs. he's the type to post the very, very long letters he wrote to you as well,
caption 𔓕⠀⠀⠀ﾟ⠀never met a heart this sweet
hopelessly devoted to you ༉‧₊˚. olivia newton-john
can't take my eyes off of you ༉‧₊˚. frankie valli
misty ༉‧₊˚. lesley gore
⋆˚࿔ blade... i dont know what you expected me to say, if it's anything that isn't emo/2000s/scene, then it's not blade. the picture will have the two of you kissing behind an album you both like, or you holding his guitar whilst he holds you!!
caption 𔓕⠀⠀⠀ﾟ⠀butterflies? more like spiders
partners in crime ༉‧₊˚. set it off & ash costello
love at first sight ༉‧₊˚. the brobecks
join me (in death) ༉‧₊˚. him
⋆˚࿔ dan heng is your classic, daniel caesar-w2e-clairo-faye webster man, he is not performative, he just really thinks of you when he hears those songs LOL. probably would let you choose which one he posts, but you didn't end up choosing any of the ones on his phone, because he really liked one where he was tying ur shoes <'3
caption 𔓕⠀⠀⠀ﾟ⠀just as shocked as you are.
bad ༉‧₊˚. wave to earth
l-o-v-e ༉‧₊˚. rocco
right side of my neck ༉‧₊˚. faye webster
⋆˚࿔ dr. ratio, aka veritas says he's a man of taste, but in reality? he's just a man who struggles very badly with the yearning-but-can't-express-it-properly syndrome. so yes he has a hard time choosing what he wants to caption, what he song to put over it, what would people think; but honestly feels a lot better when he sees the story you post; yes he does just repost urs instead :)
caption 𔓕⠀⠀⠀ﾟ⠀p.s. they liked my cooking
helpless ༉‧₊˚. hamilton cast
genius ༉‧₊˚. sia, diplo, labrynth, lsd
como debe sur ༉‧₊˚. kali uchis
p.p.s yes ratio is a musical lover stfu i dont wanna hear it!
⋆˚࿔ gepard barely gets on social media to be very, very real. he just gets on to like ur posts half the time, but the first story he posts? it's you and everyone is asking who is that angel right there!! just you, him, and your daughter(stuffed bunny named ystelle)
caption 𔓕⠀⠀⠀ﾟ⠀they're a keeper :)
beautiful crazy ༉‧₊˚. luke combs
sweet/i thought you wanted to dance ༉‧₊˚. tyler, the creator
my heart it beats for you ༉‧₊˚. grentperez
⋆˚࿔ ohoh jing yuan already has a pinterest board on this and lets you pick one for his story and yours. huge ass smirk in both if you choose anything with his face in it (so you didnt LOL). and chose to show off.. wellllll you know.
caption 𔓕⠀⠀⠀ﾟ⠀save a dumbbell lift a cutie
double take ༉‧₊˚. dhruv
make it to the morning ༉‧₊˚. partynextdoor
fine shyt ༉‧₊˚. vedo
⋆˚࿔ mydei is super duper similar, except he requests you include the bouquet he bought you earlier LOL!!! legit wants it in frame, and you barely have any idea until you tell him to pose on a stack of stairs (he complains and makes u retake it like 5 billion times so u just settle on the one where he wasn't ready)
caption 𔓕⠀⠀⠀ﾟ⠀ok guys we're getting a room.
jealous ༉‧₊˚. nick jonas
love grows (where my rosemary goes) ༉‧₊˚. edison lighthouse
die for you ༉‧₊˚. the weeknd
⋆˚࿔ phainon tutors you on stuff you didn't know (even when you two werent a thing yet) so you wanted to snap a photo whilst he was teaching. showing it to him after just gave him the warmest feeling ever, made you send it to him and had a crisis not knowing what song to put
caption 𔓕⠀⠀⠀ﾟ⠀gatekeeping my photographer
made to fall in love ༉‧₊˚. daniel caesar
butterflies ༉‧₊˚. denise julia
fuzzy feeling ༉‧₊˚. grentperez
⋆˚࿔ caelus is a simple man with simple wants. one of which is to make custom lego figures of you and him!! he's a geek, a nerd, and gosh do you love it so much!! he captions it with the song he sent you in order to confess in the first place :3
Argenti has been on my mind all day so... Sick!Royal!Reader x Knight!Argenti for my own indulgence!! (~650)
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You were sick. You had always been sick. On the day you were born; on every birthday that followed. You were sick when your siblings were born and you were sick when the heir to the throne was finally named. It wasn't you, of course. Your body failed you and your mind took the brunt of the exhaustion. Fatigue: it clung to your bones with cruelty. Succession was not for you but solitude was—a lonesome life was your destiny. The crown would not sit atop your weary head in this life. You doubted that it would in another.
The estate was silent, it often was when illness clung to its stuffy walls. Despite the countryside wind that drafted in warm currents through the corridors, a solemn air remained. Yes... loneliness. Many knights had left you for better stations. Many servants outgrew their positions within these old walls. You had watched them come and go. You had signed their letters of resignation. Their eyes... you knew they found you too numbing. Perhaps they thought you too dizzy to understand their sentiments:
Being by your side was punishment. There was no loyalty following your sadness.
Argenti was the newest knight appointed to you. A wonderfully kind man that served the kingdom with dignity. You were taken aback by his assertive politeness when he first spoke to you. His words were sweet, sickeningly so, almost cloying to hear. His eyes were gentle. His sentiments blunt in their passion. He was unabashed. He was filled with life.
You had always assumed he would leave you too; a knight like him deserved more than what a silent manor had to offer.
But Argenti never did.
It was obvious that Argenti saw beauty within you. At first, you had assumed his words were courteous lies—it wouldn't be the first time a person spoke in compliments to you. Rather, it was a common occurrence given the royal blood that pulsed haphazardly within your aching veins. Sugar-coated sentiments. Demands masked in silk. However, the more he said it, the more you knew he believed every single word that spilt gently from his glossy lips:
"You have been blessed by the Goddess Idrila THEMSELF," he would say when the sun kissed your skin at midday. "A beauty like yourself rivals the depth of twilight," he would add when sadness clouded your tired eyes.
Argenti went beyond your expectations. His kindness was immeasurable. Not only did he remain diligently at your side, fulfilling his role as your knight with great pride, but he also picked up the slack for staff that believed they could get away with negligence. His eyes, often tracing the curvature of the hilly landscape, settled on your body. He was intense and you knew that he was searching for signs of distress. He supported you when your legs grew tired. He fed you when you felt too weak to do so. He kept you company when silence was what you needed most.
You believed he took pleasure in your comfort.
When the prospect of him leaving was brought into the air between you, Argenti shut the notion down quickly. "It is more than duty that keeps me by your side," he said with no room for debate, "to forfeit the right to serve you would be a disgrace to my very honour and an insult to you, my lord/lady. I would blemish beauty itself!" You knew he meant it. That's why you felt a creeping fluster ebbing up your neck. "I do not wish to lose the right to your company."
Argenti never looked at you with pity; you were uncertain whether the knight could hold onto such sentiment. He was the very image of patience and riddled thick with passion. He was devoid of ill-intent and if time allowed it, he would serve you till the end of time itself.
…tags! fluff, pining, reader is oblivious as HELL!!!, seele’s slightly suggestive
…wc! 210 ; 319 ; 258 ; 305 = 1092
…notes! pathetic crushing… i cannot and will not ever stop vouching for pathetic pining in this house !!!!!!!
Dan Heng is painfully aware of how he looks right now. If it wasn’t March giving him the biggest shit-eating grin, it was Himeko trying hard to look polite as she hides her giggles, or even Mr Yang pretending he isn’t paying attention.
You. You really haven’t the slightest clue what you’re doing to him.
Every time you visit him in the Express’s archives, Dan Heng would light up. He wouldn’t do that for any such person usually. His excuse is that you bring him snacks. You would never complain, saying that you’d take this Dan Heng over the one with a poker face and sarcastic bites, even if he is just as cute.
How can you say that so casually?
One particular visit, he couldn’t take your sweet words any longer. His hand envelops yours before you could turn away from him. The way you look back at Dan Heng makes his heart swell in ways he couldn’t comprehend.
He couldn’t get the words out.
His grip loosens and he lets you go, albeit with confusion on your face.
The door closes with a quiet goodbye, and Dan Heng throws his head back in frustration, staring at the decorated ceiling above him.
How can he go on like this...?
Topaz is not the kind of person to sit idly by waiting for something to happen. She knows what she wants, and what she wants takes the shape of you.
You’re just so adorable! Really, the way you act so clueless whenever you flirt with her is just so endearing! How could she not melt?
…Well, it used to be easy. Flirting, complimenting you, relishing in how you react; she even asked you out to dinner, and took you to the nicest place possible! …But you’re still so shocked every time. You still didn’t pick up on any of her advances.
For once, Topaz is at a complete loss. What is she to do? Grab you by the shoulders and shake you around telling you that she’s completely enamoured with everything about you, and though that includes your cluelessness, she can’t take much of it anymore?
She could nearly keel over. Complete overkill. She needs to be smart about this; clear, but also suave and mature. Yeah, she can do this!
That’s how you find Numby making their way up to you, and there they drop a card in front of your feet. They curiously look up at you as you read, although you could sense another pair of eyes watching you closely.
‘You’re cute! Go out with me! Love, Topaz!’
Topaz could nearly explode from joy watching your face heat up. Finally. Finally! You get it now, don’t you?!
Her heart steps as you throw the card away and lean down and pet Numby. “Oh, Numby. Someone must have put you up to this for a prank, huh? You should find your way back to Topaz!”
Said companion of the Warp Trotter has already fallen to her knees with her face in her hands. You’re more work than she bargained for… but she’ll be struck down by an Aeon before she gives up on you! Just watch her!
Argenti doesn’t know what to do with himself.
Truly, he’s making all the right moves. He’s following examples from stories and myths, step by step. It’s not his fault that they always end up going wrong somehow. Maybe it’s just harsh luck…
He’s on one knee, taking your hand in his own. Like you are royalty, he kisses the back of it, and looks up at you.
“Thank you for saving me!” You beam, and Argenti’s brain freezes.
That’s how it all goes wrong, every single time.
He’s hopeless, how the knight of beauty stands up, turns around, and immediately feels his knees buckle and he’s down on the ground again. Maybe he’ll stay like this for a few minutes when he finishes crying.
He feels you kneel at his side, and prod against his armour. “Argenti…?” your sweet, sweet voice calls out to him quietly.
“Worry not. I am simply fighting the dirt in your honour. Keeping the worms off of you.”
You pause. He wouldn’t dislike being buried here like this. Then he hears your confused laughter. “Alright then! Thank you very much, sir knight!”
You pet his hair and stand up again, making your way back to a safe zone.
Yes, Argenti thinks, I will stay here and fend off the insects for you, my dear. And that is the only reason why I can’t move…
He certainly refuses to believe it’s your patience and kindness. How silly would it be for a knight of beauty to become so immobilised by it! How silly indeed…
Seele encourages you to stand up again. A simple sparring doesn’t do too much harm every now and again. She isn’t Luka; she won’t beg you for a match, but practice is good, and practice is better if it’s with a friend.
Haha. Keep telling yourself that, Seele.
Is it obvious yet she really wants you to just defeat her already? She knows you have it in you. Yeah, you’re more on the air-headed side, but you’re a reliable teammate! Maybe it’s the fact you refuse to actually hurt her…
You apologise again when you’re back on your feet. She doesn’t want any apologies, dang you! Can’t you see she’s just desperate to get you to at least brush your knuckles against hers as her scythe comes in conflict with your blade?!
…So that does it. In her mental ramblings, you manage to get her on the ground beneath you. Your thighs cage her under you as you push her down. Aeons, your smile is so wide.
“I got you!” you exclaim.
Seele can’t help the small laugh that escapes her. She hopes that her face is only red to you because of your fighting. You’re so close to her face. You could just kiss her right now…
“Yep, you really did!” is what comes out, shakier than she would have liked. How did you get her so weak? You’re not even making a big deal over straddling her like this…
You shimmy off her eventually, offering your hand out. “Time for lunch?”
Seele doesn’t move for a few seconds, before letting you pick her up. If not a kiss, she can at least get some quality time. The way you smile at her is enough for her.
…How you pushed her down will definitely haunt her dreams for the next week or so, though.
Characters: Dan Heng, Sampo, Mr.Welt, Gepard, Argenti
Dan Heng
"I don't mind you asking about my relationship with Y/N, but it's complicated. You see, I care deeply for them. I've never felt this way about anyone before. But my past keeps coming back to haunt me. It's like a dark cloud hanging over my head, and I don't want to put Y/N in danger because of it."
"I've tried to push Y/N away, to protect them from the dangers my past presents. But every time I do, it feels like I'm tearing apart a part of myself. I know it's selfish, but I can't help but want to be with them. Even at the risk of putting them in harm's way, I can't bring myself to let them go."
"Sometimes I feel like it would be better for them if they left me. But there's a part of me that desperately wants to keep them around."
Sampo
“She’s something special, that’s for sure..”
“When I first met her, I was just doing my usual routine and scamming some people. And then I ran into her and…oh boy.”
“From the very first time I started talking to her…I instantly knew she was different. No one else in the Overworld or the Underground caught my attention like she did…”
“I spent more and more time with her and I got to know her more and more. And I just..I don’t know how to explain it. There was something about her that just drew me in. I don’t know if it was her personality or if it was just the way she was so effortlessly charming, but I just started feeling this weird feeling in my chest every time I would be around her..”
Welt Yang
"It's... hard to describe our relationship. We didn't start as anything. We bonded, we grew, and we slowly fell in love over time."
"It sounds cliche, but we just... feel at home when we're with each other. That's the simplest way to describe it."
"What's so special about her?"
"There's lots of special things about her. I could talk for hours if I wanted to, but I'll summarize it in two main traits: She is kind to a fault, even towards those who do her wrong.
She's very, very stubborn."
Gepard
"Ah... where do I start..... well we've been a relationship for a while now, we enjoy doing lot's of stuff together, such as eating, walking around the city, sometimes I take her to train a bit, but she really doesn't have a talent for it, I take her to dates from time to time...."
"I love her.... very much...."
"I.... there are so many things I like about her. She's very kind, she's funny, has a nice sense of humor, she very attractive-"
"She's perfect... for me... I can't really imagine my life without her....."
Argenti
"I have a deep affection for y/n. I admire their strength and determination, and their beauty makes my heart race."
"W-well, whenever I look at them, it's as if time around me stops, all I can focus on is them. Whenever I hear their voice, my heart leaps, I feel like I'm going to lose my mind... a-and whenever they touch me, my skin tingles..."
"It's as if... my whole world revolves around them..."
Could I request biker au for Wriothesley, Argenti, and Al-Haitham? Congrats on 1K 🎉
YOUR BIKER BOYFRIEND
⋆·˚ what an honour to have him as a boyfriend... a sweet and loving boyfriend under that helmet ! just a dream come true ...
note : biker bf's biggest fan !! . — let's all be from genshin impact and not tell argenti ahh character selection /j.
sfw // very hot , gn!reader
side note: og's will know that there were notes about additional characters but author was too lazy to even remove them
— ୨ WRIOTHESLEY ୧
Before a big game, he would always tease you or just passionately kiss you before he goes off to win another gold trophy. "It's just a ritual, baby nothing much" so he says before he walks off with a shrug and a shit eating grin.
You've always known that he wouldn't do anything that would risk his life. Yet the thought would always scare you. So before he goes, he also hugs you tightly and whispers sweet nothings into your ear.
"See these scars dear? They are also rewards of hardwork and show my countless wins" he kisses your forehead and takes in your scent. "I will always come back to you".
"It's a promise then"
— ୨ ARGENTI ୧
His red luscious locks flowing in the wind as he takes win after win, is straight out of a movie. After every win, while receiving his trophy, he would playfully scream towards you "To my love!" and ending it with a flying kiss. Poor other fangirls thinking it was for them.
He makes you give him full spa and makeup after coming back since he doesn't really want to reek of sweat nor does he want to stay separated from you for any moment.
"Ah right there, dear... yes that feels good"
You were massaging his back after showering him. "You are enjoying this more than I thought"
— ୨ ALHAITHAM ୧
"What are we even doing?"
"Building full proof strategies to conquer victory"
"???"
He kept you by his side as he went through the records of history and wins of one of the world's greatest bikers. 5 books were on the table 4 hours ago and now it's just 2 books on the table. "I understand that but..." you tug at his sleeve "let me go first? I'm barely being of any help..." he was holding your hand and not letting you go anywhere.
"Hmm then is completing 3 books supposed to be a miracle? your presence is definitely helping dear" "wow you smooth talker... alright I'll humor you but you better achieve victory tomorrow." He only chuckled at your words since there hasn't been a competition which he didn't win. "if I win then I will receive your kiss on the stage deal?" "deal"
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"I kissed you as per the conditions of the deal. happy now?" "I've never been happier dear"
Tags: Knight x Princess AU, reader is not trailblazer, implied fem.
Description: Argenti was thorough in his duties, and in his devotion to you.
Words: 2200
Warning; Maybe a bit ooc and self indulgent.
Sugary sweetness slid down your throat after you popped a small, iced delicacy into your eager mouth- the roll of flavour offering a momentary relief from the dizzying and tiring ball.
But alas, all good things must come to an end- as the sudden voice behind you signified.
“My Lady, that is your fifth cake bite of the night” Argenti’s voice bordered on exasperation and amusement at once, his attentive remarks making your heart flush despite their promises of reprimand.
You turned to face him with a pleasant smile
“My dear knight, are you not eager to let me out of your sight for a mere second- so that you may enjoy the festivities of this ball?” This was the same thing you suggested some minutes ago when he found you watching the flame swallowing performers a tad bit too closely.
Argenti sighed briefly and bowed his head
“My lady, an event flourishing with activity and seas of bodies is also the best opportunity for danger” he explained before gesturing forward.
“A number of…interested nobility are actively searching for you,” his hand was vaguely in the direction of a number of gentlemen.
“Let them keep searching,” you muttered. Between the too bright lights and the echoing, drowning sound of heels and boots, laughter and conversation- tiredness cleaved at your bones, and a few gentlemen were not the remedy to that tiredness.
Argenti looked down at you quietly for a moment before lifting his head up to observe the ballroom. He too, was being eyed by several attendees as his red hair, paired with his ethereal visage simply summoned onlookers. You made a movement to walk towards the open doors, hoping that the fresh air outside would bring a cooling relaxation.
Argenti, of course followed.
“I am not going to leap off the stairs, dear knight” You chuckled as he stopped behind while you leaned over a white balcony railing.
“No my lady- you are aware I would not support that decision” he smiled, amusement teasing his voice.
“But I am your knight, and thus I must remain close to you,” he reasoned.
“Ever so thorough in your duty”you chuckled, gazing up at the flickering stars above.
“Duty, yes- and in my devotion to you” he added- the words seemingly harmless had they not caused your stomach to flutter again. You hummed, playing off your internal turmoil as you wrapped your satin shawl around your shoulders when a cold breeze brushed by.
Immediately, two heavy gauntlets fixed your shawl properly around your body, Argenti’s hands quick and easy even in their armour.His breath ghosted over the back of your neck as he ensured you would not be excessively exposed to the cold, but the motion caused your neck to stiffen and goosebumps to rise.
“Perhaps you should return inside, Your Grace” he suggested before pulling away “You may fall ill due to this cold weather” His reasoning was sound but…returning to the loud ball was not an agreeable notion to you.
You expected the scent of a grassy floor coupled with the pain of a smashed nose- but instead, a pair of arms easily scooped you up and cradled you close before you could meet an unfortunate fall. A flush was already forming on your cheeks as you looked up at Argenti, who’s breath was coming out in quick puffs, his red hair slightly dishevelled while he held you against his armoured chest.
Your gown twirled as you turned to face him, taking a step forward in your tight heels.
“Just- a few moments Argenti” you breathed, his name falling easily from your lips as you stood close together in the balcony. You hardly recognized why you moved closer to him- you could easily take the other side of the stairs to the gardens below.
“As you wish- My Lady?” Argenti’s voice was in worry as he noted a slight twinge in your step, green eyes trailing over your figure before he extended a hand warily.
“Huh- oh, nothing” You laughed, assuring him that nothing was wrong- even though your ankles screeched otherwise. “ it is nothing-ah!”
You attempted to take a step down the balcony stairs that extended to the garden, but a heeled foot twisted as you descended down the stairs, making your heart plunge as you tipped forward into airy horror.
“My Lady! Do not cause such senseless worry!” he breathed before descending down the stairs hurriedly.
“Are you alright? I specifically asked your maids to not allow you to wear unfitting heels” he sighed while cradling you close- he was breathing heavily and his eyes were widened with worry.
“It’s alright- just a throb” you told him, brows furrowed as you winced when a weaker throb of pain pulsed in your foot, making him hold you closer.
Suddenly the heels felt far too tight and Argenti’s cold, armoured hands were freezing against your bare arms. His gaze softened when he noticed this shiver before he carried you bridal style towards a smaller entry of the palace.
Subconsciously, you held on tighter to him- a habit you had when you were injured as his familiar grip and scent carried the promise that you would be alright. You turned your face over to the armour he wore, even if this was all an over exaggeration of the pain.
“It’s not a serious injury, Argenti” you told him “there is no need to go to a physician- just sit me down on a bench.”
Argenti began to emphasise that your injury was no light matter but you cut him off
“Please- I can’t bear to have any more fuss around me today.” you breathed so pleadingly that he blew out a long breath and nodded before gently lowering you into a garden bench seat that was hidden from view by the towering flower bushes.
A small pain shot up from your ankle again as Argenti knelt down on the grass, his brows drawn together and his eyes focused as he gazed up at you- it was also an overreaction on his part, but you supposed it meant he cared.
With surprising gentleness, Argenti lifted your skirts and slowly lifted your ankle up, never handling the skin too harshly.
Despite the sensible reason for his action, you found yourself blushing as Argenti focused entirely on your ankle. He loosened the bands and clasp of your heels that wrapped around your ankle before tugging them off to bare your foot to the cool breeze.
“Does it hurt if I do-” he pressed a finger against your ankle, but there was no pain “this?”. He gazed up at you intently, apple green eyes searching yours for any pain- but all they found was an unusual flush across your cheeks.
“No-no Argenti, it does not hurt” you swallowed and avoided thinking about why he was looking up at you so closely. “Perhaps it was just a minor twist, nothing to worry about.”
Of course Argenti would be so direct.
Argenti hummed in acknowledgement before lifting your ankle to his lips. His crimson hair brushed against the skin before his lips pressed to your ankle ever so gently before gazing back up at you. At this stage, your heart wasn’t just beating fast- it was a galloping horse or a cage of butterflies.
“My Lady…you seem to be embarrassed” he murmured, a faint hint of amusement in his voice.
That was a very good twist of words, and a wonderful, brazen lie. But it passed the silent understanding between the two of you- under the pretence of ‘care’ and devotion, Argenti would sometimes hug you, hold you close, and press his lips to an injury now.
“Embarrassed? No my dear knight- it’s just the cool air” you smiled falteringly.
“I know you too well to know that a flush, accompanied by a widening of your eyes is not the result of a shiver” .His words backed you into a corner, much like his precise eyes.
“Ah…is my lady perhaps embarrassed because I kissed her ankle? It is only a comforting touch” he smiled and repeated the gesture again.
“Yes- yes I am- that is not something you do usually..” you breathed, causing Argenti to tilt his head.
“Have I not been clear in my affections, Your Grace?” he wondered aloud with amusement before slipping your heel back on. “Do not fret, I am not doing something untoward, I am merely showing my care to the princess.”
“You are a distinguished liar” you smile, leading him to match your expression, lips curled up as he presses boundaries further by taking hold of your hand and bringing it to his lips.
“Do you doubt my devotion to you, My Lady?” He kissed your knuckles again
“I believe there is a personal motive, disguised as devotion that lurks in your actions”.
A hushed silence fell between the both of you after you spoke, and Argenti looked up at you with a faltering expression.
“Would you prefer it otherwise?” he questioned. Would you? Would you be as comfortable with him if he was strictly your knight, and not Argenti?
“...No.”
Argenti smiled and kissed your hand again
“Then I believe we are in understanding”
Argenti moved up to sit beside you on the bench, turning his face to whisper in your ear
“Would my Lady allow me to continue displaying my devotion?” His words were honeyed and sweeter than any delicacy, raising a shiver in your body as he spoke.
“You know I do not like to speak in riddles,” you turned to look at him as well.
Argenti’s eyes lowered to your lips, his gauntlet covered hand holding yours before he spoke again;
“Then would my Lady allow me to display a show of treason? To act on my most…closeted and ardent desires that have been most arduous to restrain?”
How could anyone refuse him? Your throat tightened and your heart nearly stopped as you searched for any amusement in his eyes, but there was nothing but the expression he wore in serious times.
Even the night air stilled around the two of you, and it almost seemed like the flower bushes were leaning closer.
“I.. I allow you.” There. You stamped his treasonous request with approval, moments before he cupped your jaw and kissed your cheek.
“For so long, I have guarded you with nothing but pure devotion,” he whispered against your cheek before kissing your forehead. “But one can only withstand so much in the face of your beauty”
“You…exaggerate” Your voice came out breathy as your free hand dug into the bench you sat on.
“It is impossible to exaggerate your beauty, but describing it with this unpracticed tongue is a disservice as well”
A shiver trailed down your spine and you swallowed as he kissed the bridge of your nose and your hairline.
“May I?” he breathed, the cool air and the heat of his breath turning you into a puddle of nerves as you spoke; “Yes.”
Argenti wasted no time, angling your jaw so that your lips met his sweet kiss, his free hand securing the small of your back while he kissed you. The two of you shifted on the bench and he held you closely, gently lowering you into his embrace. Every fluttery sensation you felt in the past exploded into a million stars, splashing across your heart as he embraced you so firmly and gently at once when he pulled away.
“I fail…I fail to describe you, My lady- My princess, the object of my yearn and passion” he whispered before kissing you again, closing his eyes and breathing in your sweet scent.
The night breeze turned into a feather caress against your body and you were certain no sweet or bliss in the world could compare to the fulfilment you felt as Argenti embraced you with his flowery kiss.
This was, on one hand a horrific image of treason and shame, a princess and her knight engaging in unrestrained yet improperly guided affection- but on the other hand, it was the sweetest bliss to be held in the arms of a lover beneath a canvas of stars, curtained with roses and flowers on either side. Your heart sang it’s desire strongly in the face of worry- for now, it was best to hold Argenti close- the world could wait a few moments or so, and even if it couldn’t- the sweetness you felt was a wonderful momentary bliss that you couldn’t abandon just yet.
notes ; a fluffy little draft i found. cw ; hurt / comfort , mild nsfw . — minors do not interact.
"i don't want to hear it anymore." argenti spoke softly, despite what some may consider to be harsh words. after he had found you crying on the bedroom floor, you confided in him that you were struggling with insecurities, specifically regarding your appearance. "you're beautiful, my beloved. i wish you could see yourself the way that i see you,"
"but— but—" you tried to interject but paused as he placed a gentle kiss to each of your tear-stained cheeks.
"i adore you," argenti hums. "i've seen many beautiful things as a knight, yet you're still many, many leagues above all of them." he takes a brief pause before asking: "may i kiss you, my love?"
you nod slowly. he wastes not a second, pressing his warm lips against yours. his motions are tender, hands cradling your sides as though you were a wounded fawn. he continues to kiss you until you're both breathless, wanting to work his hardest to display even a fraction of the unending stream of love he has for you.
his kisses slowly progress and begin to trail down your neck. argenti's eyes are on you at all times, concentrating in case he sensed even an ounce of discomfort. you whimpered softly as his lips found your sweet spot. there, he suckled on your skin. it was careful enough so as not to alarm you, yet still rough enough to leave a little mark. (when you saw this love bite in the mirror later on, you'd come to see that it was indeed heart shaped.)
argenti then resumed worshipping each inch of your skin. when he got to the neckline of your shirt, he looked up at you, asking for consent. the sheer sight of his wide, pleading eyes made your heart melt, especially when you recalled the fact that it was only you who ever got to see such a deity of a man this way.
as soon as the affirmative fell past your lips, argenti slipped your shirt over your head. his lips reattached to you, leaving even more markings that cascaded across your neck and chest. every small peck to the gentle bites that he leaves makes your heart flutter. if it took the entire day of praising you in such ways to make you feel even slightly better about yourself, your knight would be more than willing to serve.
Okokok so your dragon designs for boothill and Argenti. Could i request them (separately) with a human reader attempting to tend to their wounds after a fight? Perhaps theres some resistance (bc we know they both dont think too highly of themselves and would worry about reader) but eventually relent. Maybe unwillingly, like boothill looses a limb and physically cant take care of the situation himself.
Bonus points for dragon cuddles bc i really want to reassure them they're loved unconditionally 🥲
@dragon-anon
A/n: AAA?! This is so sweet hello? I'm a bit caught of guard/speechless to get a request on these designs but no complaints here ofc. Thank you sm for sending this request in! Let me know what you think :D
Contents: Argenti x GN! Reader, Boothill x GN! Reader, fluff, a bit of angst, dragon Argenti and Boothill, reader is implied mechanic in Boothill's part, petnames (my rose, darling)
Argenti and Boothill as dragons designs here | Ko-Fi
Argenti:
“My fair rose, this is merely a scratch, not even skin deep. You must not fret-” he hisses. “-over such miniscule things”. Smoke rises from his nostrils and his eyes squint as the painful sting of the herbal ointment pinches those delicate nerves of his open wound.
Not skin deep, yet your armor’s been torn through along with the skin and flesh, you think to yourself, holding your tongue between your teeth. Arguing back against his flowery words and scolding him wouldn't do much good when you're so angry from worry. He had tried to avoid your touch and aid when you first ran up to him after he returned to your city. It was evening, the sun was setting and no one else had seen him approach. You ushered him into the forest he crawled out of, making him duck and lay down, in a way letting the canopy of the tree branches overhead trap him to the mossy ground. His shoulder to his claws was dripping with sticky blood, his scales slick with it and glistening in the light of the fire Argenti so graciously started for you. Your house wasn't too far off, and you think to yourself how much more towels you'll need, water and ointment too.
“I hope you have nowhere else to be. You won't be going, else you want to make this wound worse on yourself.. No- I command you to stay” you told him as calmly as you could once you stepped away from his shoulder, glaring up at the dragon before you. His neck bent so his head could be closer to you, eyes like emeralds stare back at you. It looked as if they grew damp from hurt, shame moreso, your tone has stung him greatly, more than your words.
“My rose has been angered, I am sorry.. Anger does not suit you” he says, so apologetically you already know what's going through his head. He's already taken all the blame on his wings and shoulders. “I should've tended to my own wounds, like a knight should be capable of. But I've grown selfish… I will do better next time.. Will you forgive me?” The large carriage of his head lowers itself down, sits on the ground, and the large horn in the middle of his forehead still glistens with dry red blood, turning gold and red in the firelight. Your anger dissipates rather quickly, like a fire drenched in water, even if it desperately wanted to burn it no longer had anything to consume to feed its hungry flames.
“Argenti..” you start with a sigh, wiping your hands with a dry towel as you take steps towards his cheek. His eye follows you cautiously, sliding his head a few steps away, still not letting you touch him as he remains at his most vulnerable. He craves your touch, but he will not let himself be selfish. “Argenti” you say, more firmly this time and hurry to place a palm to his cheek. “... there's nothing to forgive, maybe not- besides this stubborn attitude of yours.. But no, there's nothing to forgive.. But you also have to listen to me too. Your pain brings me pain, even more so when you hide it away from me..” You tell him as your hand strokes his bony, dragon cheek.
“My… You speak no lie.. Yet I still apologize all the same, for my own peace of mind at the very least” Argenti speaks after a huff rumbles through his throat and through his nose. Warm hands find purchase on the side of his head, one arm extending to find his shiny mane, now disheveled and dirty, but you run your hand through the course locks and press your forehead against his bony cheek. He purrs at the gesture, closing his eyes.
“Promise me, my great dragon-knight, that you won’t hide your wounds from me?” you ask, giving your words a little lilt, lifting the tension that permeated in the air. He picks up on this easily, but recognizes the importance of the question, and even greater responsibility of his eventual response.
“.. I promise..”
Boothill:
You thought the earth was cracking underneath you once a tremendous shake made you tumble to your feet. So many terrible things ran through your head as you held your hands out to break the fall. There was a large crashing sound accompanying the shake of the earth and a roar followed soon after. That last sound you knew all too well. You weren’t sure what you should be worried about first, yourself, the guy that fell next to you or the idea that it was Boothill who was on the receiving end of a beating. IPC has been swarming the areas lately, looking for something they hid under pampered words or straight up refused to say when asked directly by a few bold individuals.
Getting your bearings together, you made way for the distant hills, the sandy dunes opening up before you like a city of their own, giant rocks stretched out into the belly of the sky like enormous spears. You raced through, following the traces which the sand didn’t swallow up yet, the spillage of oil and blood leading you straight to him. He was sitting on his haunches, his metal plating chirping with each small and irritated movement he made, his nose smoking with pale wisps of hot breath. Bending his neck he picked up the separated limb of his fore leg, the limb separated at the elbow with a few screws bent in the place where it was clearly torn away. There was oil leaking from his chest and sand was sticking to both oil and blood that was coating his body in various places.
“What happened to you? Boothill!” your pace quickened as you caught sight of th giant drake, his eyes focusing on you when his head swiftly perked up in response to your voice. His giant limb was let down to the ground with a thump, and he huffed again to show his irritation.
“Ugh- you shouldn’t have come out all this way, there as well might be more of those fudgeheads around ‘ere” Boothill spoke, lifting up to his three legs.
“As if you would let any of them run off. Have they charged at you first? Is that why they’re here, for you?” you shot back, your expression anything but pleasant, your brows meeting tightly at the middle and the corners of your lips falling down as if anvils were hooked onto each one. “Are you hurt?”
At that, Boothill let out a rough and quick exhale through his nose, shooting out smoke before he bent his neck down again to meet your fierce gaze, swaying a little with the absence of one appendage. “Hurt? Me? You need not worry about that, little one, nothin’ can hurt Boothill” He is in your face when he says it, his nose right before you as his visible eye looks as if it were about to challenge you, you - his brave human companion, to a duel. But there's sadness too.
You stare back, biting back the tongue that sought to scold him immediately after such a response and instead you reach your hand out to touch him. He moves out of reach, falling back onto his haunches. “It is cold out ‘ere at this time o’ night.. You should have waited till morning came. I would still be here” he says as he pushes some thin dry branches and an old looking, fallen tree together with his nose, sand dropping from his mane in a fine rain as he moves about, lighting a fire for you.
“I know you won't let me get cold.. Now, let me see what this is. They tore your whole arm out?” you approach the fallen limb that had sunken into the sand due to its weight alone. inspecting the connecting spot, what you’d call an elbow. Wires were cut messily, torn and now dirty with dust and other grime. The screw lay next to it, bent and useless. “Don’t you have a spare screw on you somewhere?” the wires could be dealt with, at least made to function steadily until you can get replacements.
“Hm- yeah, I got some on me, they should be up on the side. Can’t out here without backup. I was gonna do them on my own, but the forking arm get falling out, I couldn’t get the wires to connect - those are too fine of details for me” Boothill ranted as you already paced up to his side, waiting for him to finish his speech and lay down so you could reach up to a handle that was at the side of his stomach, pulling it down after a twist to reveal a compartment. Mostly mechanical replacements were found inside, and you managed to find a few screws and a deer skin rag for the dirt on the connection.
“Shouldn’t have charged into that battle. I just know you’ve been too stubborn to move away - wait for a better opportunity at least..” There was no use telling him otherwise, and besides, what’s done is done. “Lift it a bit for me, Boothill, I need to clean it out before I can even attempt to put it back on”
He does as you ask, and now, with his own steely limb in his maw, he can’t say much to you. All he can do is huff and puff at your words as you subtly lecture him on staying safer through expressed words of sadness and worry. You were worried, he has always been hotheaded and you’d rather not have him depart this world because of it.
“Just.. Please, think before you dive into a fight. Yes, you’re skilled and powerful, flashy, yes, yes - all of it, but think of the people that..care for you. Of me..” You told him as you were sliding the screws into their respective places, connecting his fore limb to his body. This time you are met with silence instead of a hot aired huff. If you were to say anything more, you’d only be repeating yourself, so you said no more and worked wordlessly.
“There..” You hopped down from his shoulder, carefully stepping lower before jumping to the ground. The distance was small, but it still made you grunt when you landed. The fire had died down by then, hot coals sparking and whispering to each other.
“Might it be I should be thanking you, darling...?” Boothill had laid his head down as you worked, listening constantly to your surroundings although he feigned sleep.
“Not before you try moving it. Come, give it a go” you urge him gently, stepping back as you wipe your hands at the side of your thighs. The drake before you rises, balancing his weight all on one side before testing his reconnected leg. His movement is sluggish, choppy even but he succeeds in flexing the claws, taking a few steps and laying back down where he once was.
“Gah… so much today surely exhausts the soul, don’t ya think… mmm.. Thank you for fixing me up, darling, if it weren’t for you I’d be wandering like an ol’ street dog, heh..”
You walk up to the front of him, sighing softly as the adrenaline had long since left room for the ache to settle in your body. Looking up at him from here, you felt nothing short of a kitten between the front limbs of a great mountain dog, a wolf really. One would say the word ‘beast’ best suits him, but he is nowhere near as cruel as one. For all the heart they cut up and plucked from him, they had failed to take away the good nature of his soul.
Boothill notices your silence and sees your faraway gaze and before you can stumble a step, his nose comes up to press against your chest, cautiously almost as if a mere touch would curse you. Wordlessly he asks you questions. In response, your arms go out and flush against his warm snout, your body weight relying on him to keep you upright and he doesn’t move as you give him this odd hug. He wishes he could hug you back, and he could if he meant to crush you.
“Just be careful.. okay?” you mutter, your heavy lidded eyes going up to meet his, his pupil focusing, staring before the heavy eyelid comes down to hide it away, like a curtain.
“Fine… I’ll do my best, but no promises - you know how the world is.. out there.."
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