#rosaria x reader

[swegsparky]

argument with rosaria about her smoking (I do not want her to die)

Getting Rosaria to quit smoking

A/n: We love to see people care about their S/O's health. Hope you enjoy!

Light angst ahead

Rosaria smokes. A lot. Heck, you first met her on one of her smoke breaks. At first, you thought it was odd for a nun to be smoking, especially in the Cathedral, but you brushed it off as a one time thing to relieve the stress of her job.

However, when you started dating and moved in together, you noticed her doing it more and more. You tried to ignore it, believing she would be responsible enough to limit herself.

Then, you started noticing things. The sagging skin, the stained teeth and how she'd often start coughing out of nowhere. You ask Barbara about it only to find out she has a reputation as the "chain-smoking sister".

You begin to worry about her health, so, not wanting to start a fight, you calmly approach her about the issue. And she agrees.

Over the next few days. you no longer see her smoking over the balcony or when you go to meet up with her after she skips another of the church's activities.

As a show of gratitude for her quitting, you decide to cook beef bourguignon for her for dinner. You plate the food on your fanciest silverware, pour a glass of your finest wine for each of you and even light a candle.

You stand by the door, ready to surprise her when she gets home. Minutes pass, then thirty, then an hour. Usually, she would have been home by now, expecting a warm dinner ready and waiting.

Getting worried, you head over to the Angel's Share tavern, hoping she was somehow just too tipsy to remember what time it was. To your dismay, Charles informs you she hasn't been there all night.

Despite the chance of her being at the church at this time being more unlikely than her getting drunk, you decide to check there anyway. Barbara notices you at the entrance and becomes nervous, though she tries to hide it.

"O-Oh! H-Hey, Y/N!"

"Hey, Barbara, you haven't seen Rosaria recently, have you?"

"N-Not at all! She's definitely not down the side of the church!"

Your face drops and you immediately turn to leave. Barbara rushes over and grabs your arm to stop you.

"Y-Y/N, wait! P-Please don't tell her I told you. I-I don't want her to hate me..."

You sigh but reluctantly agree. As you exit the church and head down the side, you find what you both expected and dreaded to see: Rosaria leaning against the wall, a lit cigarette in her mouth.

"Rosaria..."

She turns to you with a nonchalant look in her eyes as she takes the cigarette out of her mouth.

"Oh. I'm guessing Barbara told you, then."

"Don't bring her into this. You told me you quit smoking."

"I did tell you that. And I figured as long as I didn't do it in front of you, it'd be fine."

Her reply causes tears to start forming in your eyes.

"Is that really what you think? That as long as you sneak around to do something and I don't find out, it doesn't affect me?"

"Why would it? I'm the only one doing it, my lungs are the only ones getting damaged. How could it possibly hurt you?"

"Because I love you!"

Your tears start flowing down your cheeks. Your sudden outburst causes a slight crack in Rosaria's stone-faced expression.

"Every time I hear you cough, it feels like you're one step closer to the grave. One step closer...to leaving me behind. Maybe you don't care if you die or not, but I do."

After waiting a few seconds with no reply from her, you wipe your tears with your arm and walk away from Rosaria, leaving her alone. Rosaria watches you leave, then looks back to the cigarette.

She thinks about the words you told her. You love her. This wasn't new information to her. You told her that every time she left the house and every time you went to sleep. So much so it had become as routine to her as breathing, eating and drinking wine.

However, the way you said it with tears in your eyes stirred something inside her. She tried to take another puff of her cigarette, to forget the interaction ever happened. But she can't.

Her hand shakes. It won't bring the cigarette to her mouth no matter how much she tells it to. Then, she winces, snapping the cigarette in two and crushing it in her hand. She'd find a way to make it up to you. Somehow.

The next day, you wake up, Rosaria's not in the bed with you. You look around the house and figure she must've already left for the day. Uncommon, but not impossible.

Your head is a blur the entire day. You get through work only putting in the bare minimum, unable to think about anything but Rosaria. You just want to go home and pretend everything is fine.

As you go to open your front door, you notice something strange. Several cigarettes strewn across the floor, they've all been stamped on, yet they look entirely unused.

You enter the house to a familiar scent. Beef bourguignon. You turn to the dining room and see your intuition was correct. Two plates of beef bourguignon lay on the table, a glass of wine beside each and a lit candelabra sits between them.

A similar set up to the one you had prepared the night before, only with Rosaria's unique ornamentation of dark purple thorns surrounding the silverware added.

Stood beside the table is Rosaria herself, with an unusually shy face.

"You did all this for me?"

"I thought about what you said last night. Then, I asked Kaeya what he thought I should do, and he told me usually people cook something for their partner as a show of apology. While I considered it ridiculous, it sounded like the kind of thing that you would be into."

"...So what you're trying to say is-"

"I'm sorry. I only thought about my own feelings without considering yours. While I cannot take back my past actions, I'll do my best to try better in the future."

"...And the cigarettes?"

"I thought it would make a nice symbolic gesture to show I truly quit this time. I asked Jean to have someone clean them up later. Now, shall we eat?"

She gestures towards the meal on the table. You ignore the food for now, instead choosing to rush straight towards Rosaria, pulling her into a hug.

"I love you."

Rosaria is stunned, then she smiles. She awkwardly wraps her arms around you and pets your head.

"I love you, too."

[angelic--kitty]

vampire rosaria is stuck in my head. she looks so good, but unsettling in the best way

she had planned to drain every last drop out of you. to feel your body go cold in her arms. instead, she's found herself growing fond of you. whether it is in the sense of a partner or a pet.... well, who can say?

either way, aren't you lucky she chose to spare you? now get on your knees and worship your savior.

[silentcaps]

Before you they never…

tags: hurt/comfort, soft, relationship

cast: albedo, venti, noelle, rosaria, xinyan, tartaglia x reader

side b: baizhu, beidou, bennett, diluc, kazuha, mona

ALBEDO

Before your relationship, he never asked anyone to pose for him. Albedo used to paint landscapes, standing on snowy mountain slopes, leaving rough sketches in his notebook next to his lab notes.

But he wants to draw you all the time now. Against a sunset or a night lake, busy or resting on the bed, dressed or not. Albedo admires you like an artist does a muse he's been searching for.

And it’s not about appearance. He catches how you bite your lip when you’re thinking. How you fidget with the hem of your shirt when you’re nervous. How you fix your hair out of habit, even when it’s not in your eyes. He sketches those little things too. In a separate album, carefully, like he’s documenting them.

And sometimes he asks, “I need to draw you again.” But you can see it in his eyes — he doesn’t need to. He just wants to create with you.

VENTI

Before your relationship, he never wanted to stay. And now Venti catches himself thinking that freedom doesn’t feel as easy to breathe in as it used to. Without you, he can’t breathe at all.

He starts staying the night — falling asleep on the hard couch and saying it’s comfortable. Tries to make breakfast. Picks wildflowers and brings them to you. Settles in with you.

At first, it scares him, and Venti disappears into bars. Alcohol always used to help, but now it tastes bitter. He could’ve thought you cast a spell on him, but this wanderer trusts you more than he trusts himself.

Venti doesn’t know if this will work out — he knows his own nature. But for the first time, he’s not afraid to try. And he doesn’t run.

NOELLE

Before your relationship, Noelle only knew love from books. In them, people confessed right away, fights vanished within a chapter, and the characters understood each other without a word.

Real life turned out differently. You argued — sometimes even shouted. Learned to listen, to give in, to forgive. In those moments, Noelle looked away, and it seemed like she wanted to give up. To go back to the fairy tale where love didn’t hurt.

But she still kept your gifts in a neat little box. She even saved small things: a dried flower from the first bouquet, a theater ticket, notes scribbled on scraps of paper.

And in her journal, she wrote:

“I don’t know how it’s supposed to be. In books, it’s different. But if we’re together — I’ll manage.”

ROSARIA

Before your relationship, Rosaria had never prayed for someone else out of her own free will. Her faith had always been hollow — nothing more than a habit drilled into her by elders.

Now, when you set off on a journey, she kneels in the cold temple. In a whisper, almost angrily, she begs Barbatos to keep you safe.

“Let them come back. I won’t ask for anything else.”

She hates how her clenched fists tremble. Hates that there’s someone she’s afraid to lose.

But if she stops praying — there’ll be nothing left but panic.

XINYAN

Before your relationship, Xinyan had never dedicated a song to anyone.

Not because she didn’t write — quite the opposite. She had dozens of drafts and lines scribbled on scraps of paper. But every time, at the last minute, she threw them out. No one was supposed to know who’d made a home in her heart.

But now — she stayed up all night, finishing the chords, wrote the guitar riff herself, poured every feeling into the lyrics. She’d worked on it so hard.

And now she’s looking at you from the stage — finds you instantly in the crowd, just by your eyes and silhouette, could never mistake you for anyone else — and sings, no smile on her face, with raw honesty in her voice:

“Baby, what are you doing? You know you can always come to me.”

TARTAGLIA

Before your relationship, he’d never introduced anyone to his family. Sure, Tartaglia had had girlfriends, but it never got that far. So your arrival in their home is a real event.

His mother sets the table, his father puts on his best clothes, the younger ones calm down. They’re more nervous than you are, and Tartaglia — he’s just happy.

He introduces everyone by name. Wraps an arm around your shoulders, serves you food himself, pointing out the juiciest piece on the plate. Gives a full tour of the childhood bedroom. Offers you a toy he carved from wood.

Then his family pulls you into conversation, and to your surprise, you learn that before your relationship, there were many things Tartaglia “never did.”

He never let anyone talk while fishing. Never wrapped someone in his scarf during a snowstorm. Never taught anyone how to shoot or fence. And never shared so much of himself with anyone.

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Heyooo, sooo i'm a big fan of your Rosaria headcannons and i'd like to ask if you could write headcannons about Rosaria and any other characters of your choice about who they would react to if their s/o asked them to dance in a ballroom :3

(Genshin Impact) Asking Rosaria to dance with you

Rosaria is actually one of my favorites to write, so I'm glad you like her! That being said she doesn't have as much content on this blog as I'd like, so it's time to change that! With that being said, she gets this post all to herself, so I hope you enjoy!

It was late into the night in Mondstadt's Cathedral, with all the sisters required to attend and sing for the guests at the ball.

And much to Rosaria's despair, she couldn't weasel her way out of it, immediately hitting the wine the moment she was able.

Being merciful, you decided to attend the ball, if only to make sure Rosaria wasn't going to die of boredom. Or kill anyone because of it.

Rosaria didn't even bother bringing her usual uniform, instead wearing the one you first met her in (That being the one that confused you in her saying she was a Sister, despite the fishnets and other strange outfit choices)

As the night came to a close, you and Rosaria remained in a corner as the guests were finally trickling outside.

Thankfully, everyone had decided to stay out of your way, if only because Rosaria was giving them a death glare to anyone who approached.

(Rosaria) "Tch, can't even smoke in peace."

(Y/N) "I'm surprised you can to begin with, seeing how every sister has started to nag me in trying to get you to stop."

(Rosaria) "And your response?"

(Y/N) "I'll talk to her. Or something along those lines."

That got a small chuckle out of Rosaria, albeit a dry one.

She stopped leaning against the wall and walked forward, the dimly lit flickers of lanterns on the ceiling casting a pale yet beautiful light on your girlfriend.

Your eyes glance over to a couple slowly dancing to the music echoing throughout the walls, making you smile at the sight.

And your smile caused Rosaria to raise an eyebrow.

(Rosaria) "What's got you in a good mood?"

Not being able to resist that smile growing into a smirk, you bowed elegantly and spoke in a deeper voice.

(Y/N) "Sister Rosaria, would you take my hand for a dance?"

To that, Rosaria blankly stared at you, completely unamused.

With a sigh and a hand shifting to her hips, she turned to you, asking:

(Y/N) "Just to see how you'd do!"

Your teasing, predictably, does nothing to Rosaria, her glare searing a hole through you.

That being said, you knew there was no genuine hostility in her look, even as she rolled her eyes and began to walk out.

(Rosaria) "Psh, no thanks. Wouldn't catch me dancing with everyone else to see."

(Y/N) "What about with just us?"

She didn't respond, exiting the cathedral knowing you were following behind.

You two continued in a comfortable silence, promptly getting home with you stretching your arms and yawning.

(Y/N) "Man, I always forget how long they take with their choirs.-"

Rosaria interrupted your line of thought, as her hand suddenly grabbed yours, fingers gripping your hand tight.

It was only now you realized her gloves had come off, alongside her coif.

Her short red hair was now in the open, the sight still novel to you despite how long you had been together.

Before you had a chance to ask, Rosaria's other hand slipped into yours, her voice growing ever so slightly softer.

(Rosaria) "Answering your question from before, you still wouldn't catch me dead in a ballroom dancing or whatever...But I'll indulge you since you had to suffer that with me."

You smiled back at her and brought Rosaria closer, the two of you quietly swaying side to side, even as the music from the top of the city drifting along the evening winds.

Truthfully...neither of you were very good. You had never attended a formal dance or anything like that in your life, and Rosaria was...Well, Rosaria.

But that didn't stop either of you from continuing, despite the little stumbles here and there which made you laugh more than anything.

Rosaria, for her part, just had a small smile, just barely noticeable if you weren't standing in her face.

Though your eyes were locked onto hers, which after a few seconds got her to stare away, a little blush on her cheeks, again barely being able to be seen.

Resisting the urge to tease (mostly because you liked your foot not getting stomped on purpose by her), you decided to not say anything and continue to 'dance' to the final songs of the night.

(Rosaria) "...Ballroom dancing is kinda boring."

(Y/N) "We can always take dancing lessons together.~"

(Rosaria) "Last thing I need is to start doing that for the Church. We already got Barbara doing that, I don't need any more extra work, thank you."

Chuckling at that, you spun Rosaria in place clumsily before taking her into an embrace, one hand brushing through her hair and another on her back.

Rosaria said nothing and held you back, enjoying the silence that came once you two stopped dancing.

Seemingly on time, since the music had finally faded into nothing.

Now, Rosaria was yawning as she slowly pulled back from your hug.

(Rosaria) "Let's go to sleep already."

(Y/N) "Need me to wake you up for practice?"

(Rosaria) "I will kill you."

It didn't take long for you two to fall asleep, though after you did, Rosaria stared outside her window for a little longer.

Seeing the moonlight fall upon the room, she turned back to face you, your peaceful expression calming her.

She said nothing, in fact Rosaria didn't even smile (that much, not like she's going to admit that), but her hand held yours tightly before closing her eyes.

[dewdropchoconeko]

can I have either a Beidou or Rosaria X shy fem angel reader where the reader wants to get her wings pulled on by the girls

Description: Shy!Angel!Reader gets her wings pulled by Beidou and Rosaria (separately)

Word Count: 676

CW: [ MDNI but I can’t stop you ] angel!reader, religious themes?, pulling gently, fem!!reader, no body parts explained but fem!reader could have a flat or big chest

Rosaria

Rosaria mouthed at your neck, sucking gently on the juncture between your neck and shoulder. You were embarrassed, not having had gone this far with her, but let her do what she wanted because you asked for it. Rosaria wouldn’t do anything without your permission, but damn did she have her own way of doing it. All you had asked her was to pull your wings, but here she was adding foreplay into the mix.

You were in one of the backrooms of the cathedral, one of the hospital rooms that wasn’t used very often. They had beds to use, so you were sitting up leaning against the back of the bed, while Rosaria straddled you, with her hot breath against your neck, shivers down your spine. The Cathedral was quiet this day; most of the sisters were out for the Windblume Festival. She smiled against your neck and pressed a kiss alongside the juncture.

“Sensitive, little angel?”

“A little…”

“Good.”

She raised her left arm around you to softly pull against your tufted feathers. They were soft, silky, and delicate; she used her hand to grab a handful of feathers, gently pulling. The pressure alone made you moan, arching your chest into her chest. The heat in your groin is getting hotter as you lie there and take it. Your legs were slightly shaking as she continued pulling, not sharply, not harshly, just gently like a cat pawing at you.

It was so…sinful to be doing this in a church. Knowing what you know about Barbatos, knowing he was listening to the constant moans coming out of your mouth, knowing that in the wind, he was listening. But you couldn’t stop, the way that Rosaria was pawing at your wings like a cat, gently pulling and tugging on your wings. The heat rising in your chest as your eyes rolled back, your hands on Rosaria’s hips, feeling the supple skin of her thighs.

Beidou

You and Beidou stood in the captain's quarters, a small bedroom on The Crux. The bed was against the wall, and there were a few art pieces in the room, giving it a “captain’s room” atmosphere. A sturdy desk sat in the corner, cluttered with scrolls, a compass, and a half-finished bottle of plum wine. The scent of salt and old paper hung in the air, mixing with the faint aroma of sandalwood from a burning incense stick tucked into a ceramic holder. The single porthole above the bed let in a sliver of moonlight, casting long shadows across the narrow floorboards. It was nicer than the bunks at the bottom of the ship, but still quite small. Everyone was off of The Crux, and it was only you two left alone.

“You want me to what…?” Beidou asked, looking at you with a concerned look.

“Pull them,” you said quietly, looking away, “pull my wings.”

“Won’t that hurt?”

“If you don’t pull too hard.”

Not that you minded if she pulled too hard.

Beidou walked over to you slowly, before taking a small tuft of angel feathers in her hand and pulling slightly. The pressure, the way it pulled against the back of your skin, the way it felt like your hair being pulled. It felt like a pull that was cathartic and sensual, the way you trusted her to be rough with you. Your legs nearly buckled beneath you, and your head tilted back to moan. Beidou caught you, your wings wrapping around both of you.

“You really enjoy that, don’t you?” she whispered, hot against your ear.

You nodded wordlessly. Beidou picked you up and put you on the bed, you sitting up as she straddled your hips. She reached around, pulling just a tad bit harder. A moan was ripped from you, your back arching and your chest pressing against hers. Her soft breasts pressed up against your chest. She tugged a bit sharper, a bit harder, and your sight went dizzy. The room was spinning, and your brain was going fuzzy like it was filled with static.

[angelic--kitty]

rosaria you say…

do tell us more!

i...like her :3

i like morally gray women... she's literally perfect. she may be hardened to the world, but i want to be her soft gf 🥰🥰🥰

also everyone ignores her but she's so hot. i know shes muscular too.... and she'd fuck you in the church (or at the very least- sloppy makeout against the wall)

[angelic--kitty]

mmmm reader as a pretty princess and rosaria as her dark yet dutiful knight 😁

+ size difference and rough service top!rosaria

this blog is about to become self-indulgent because nobody wants to write/read about my faves :(

[amphibiahawks321]

Rosaria : Why is it that you take much of your time to talk to me, when you could be doing something more important....

M!Reader : Well... Talking to you IS important to me!

Rosaria : Don't be absurd, you could be sweeping the cathedral and it would be more important–

[Rosaria suddenly felt a warm kiss from Y/N on her cheek, Y/N smiling joyfully completely catching rosaria off guard]

M!Reader : Yeah sorry, you didn't let me finish, talking to you is important because A you are literally my cool gf and B i love giving you daily kissing on the cheek, now are you going to keep complaining or are you gonna let me do my thing?

Rosaria : .....How is it that you always radiate energy...

M!Reader : you'd be surprised how much I do emotional eating from chocolates before I met you!