Swan

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Reader feeling homesick and twisted wonderland boys comforting them

Featuring: deuce, rook, malleus, silver

Swan note: It’s been once more awhile since I last wrote something and it’s too late at night TT plus it’s been a while since I last was active on twst so beware that it might be ooc but I hope that some of you still enjoy it

Most would assume that homesickness hits hardest for you during the holidays, when the school hallways quiet down, no lessons or exams to attend and others leave to visit their loved ones. There’s no denying that you do get homesick during that time but not that much since despite the big decrease of students present during that time those holidays are still adventures and quite stressful sometimes. So your mind and thoughts are occupied. Homesickness tends to hit the hardest during those sleepless nights, where anyone else most likely is deep asleep you lay in bed with thought that’s only grow louder and louder. Memories becoming insufferable. So you call for the one you know will come, the one who understands and is happy to listen, to offer a shoulder like you do for others.

Deuce:

“I can’t imagine just how hard it is for you”, he’d mutter into your ear, you two had long settled on the couch, leaving grim to continue sleeping in peace. Deuce lack of comfort and understanding for such is painful obvious, one might argue if it was smart to call him in the first place but everything is better than silence, even the awkwardness that would follow. Noticing just how heavy the air seems to feel the blue head quickly try’s to lighten it. “Don’t worry though! I-I mean, I understand that you miss your real home, who wouldn’t after all! But… you got me now! And the others! And you have my word that soon the headmage will find a way to send you home!” He says rather enthusiastic, perhaps too much, chest puffed out and had pressed against it only to slowly dim in the quietness of the night. His gaze shifting towards you and in place of the determination and hope there’s a quiet sadness, perhaps some hope too. “Don’t forget us tho, because even if we might already be at home… you became the fireplace that warmed our hearts… especially mine… so please… keep coming to me and I’ll always try my hardest just like you do.”

Rook:

When he had received your message he appeared only minutes later, it was a bit scary, you didn’t even expect he’d still be awake at this time, then again it’s rook. He just appeared in front of the doorstep, hand raised to his chest with his usual smile and that French disbelief. Seconds later he had dragged you to the bathroom, a warm bubble bath filed which temperature he had felt to ensure it’s just like how you like, before helping you strip. “Homesickness is quite the tragedy, moi cherry! I cannot phantom just how it is for someone like you! But to not let your mind linger on that, let’s ease your body first and then soul.” With those words he helped you into the bathtub, a relieved sigh leaving you almost instantly at the warmth of the water, making rook smile softly. He proceeds to kneel beside the tube before start he starts to wet your hair. “Your hair is just magnificent! Not even vils most prized products could give people such a breathtaking result like your natural hair has. Just… magnifique!” Rook was always the best at making your thoughts drift away from home, instead replacing it with praises and all kinds of domestic stuff. Even if he isn’t the best at helping with homesickness directly, at least he’s amazing at pushing it aside to make warmth and gratitude take its place.

Malleus:

The dragon coming by during such late hours was already an acknowledge for you, been for quite a while now, so perhaps you decided to step outside for that exact reason at such a time. The air was cold, biting at your skin, the sleeping wear doin barely nothing to shield you from the harshness, yet you still remain sitting outside on the doorsteps. Malleus arrived soon after, it didn’t take him long to notice you and so he joined. At first he stood before you, tall and magnificent, a true royal, before settling down beside you on the steps when he learned the reason for your late night. His arm was around you, a blanket he had summoned on top you the two of you, he didn’t speak much, let you do the talking instead, let you pour it out, while he just held you, keeping you warm. “Sometimes you remind me of a gargoyle… magnificent and carefully created but most people don’t realize that, they’re so focused on looks that’s they don’t stop to think for a moment and take you in on a deeper level.” He spoke to you, voice soft and thumb rubbing circles on your shoulder, careful not to scratch with his nail. Malleus gaze had lingered on the stars on the sky for a while, you followed his gaze, before eventually looking down at your face. “You will be moved back and forth to new buildings, but you’ll fit the most to the one you were created at. After all you were suppose to fit to it. But that doesn’t mean that somewhere along the way you won’t find a place where you fit just as perfectly too. Let me be that place for you. Just like you became that place for me.”

Silver:

Their lives were long, dragging out over generations, years pass by in the blink of an eye for them. Life’s were trivial. They saw so many in their own long living. Faces of those they met never linger in their memories, some fortunate people, who got their attention and interest, were recalled a few times by them but none of them stayed remembered by them for longer than ten years. Ten pitiful years. Most humans probably kept a dear person in memory till their own last breath. Such attachment was worthless to them.

Then you came. With your wit, stubbornness and determination. Arguing with them, disagreeing with their words despite them being laced with such correctness and knowledge, they spoke as if they did it themselves, as if they saw it happen and perhaps they did. You agreed unwillingly sometimes, sometimes not at all, leaving the debate open. At first they thought it’s just pride, foolish human pride but turns out you just liked to get on their nerves. They remember the first time they felt anger rise inside of them, something they hadn’t experienced in centuries, so easily coaxed out by you, and that smile you had tried to hide, tugging onto your face. A victory they didn’t even know was possible. That smile had ignited something in them, it felt like being reborn, at the end it turns out it was more of a seal. A punishment perhaps.

They found themself eager to see you again, days that were spent apart suddenly started to drag on like even decades couldn’t. The separation became too harsh and so they decided to keep you even closer. The day you two had exchanged those rings is etched in their mind, the kiss that followed felt like awakening in a field of blooming, exquisite flowers. If they close their eyes tight enough they can still feel your grin against their lips, they smile at that memory. Life became more… human for them, time seemed to slow down as they basked in the warmth and stubbornness of your love. They had forgotten that your lifespans are so different. That fact fell over them like a bucket of cold water when they the first noticed a single grey hair, they had stared at it as if it had personally insulted them and all their work, so quickly it was ripped out. You scolded them for that while rubbing your head, not understanding the punch they had felt in that moment. As more grey hair came and your skin began to slowly loosen on some spots they no longer could just ignore and rip it out. You had accept your aging with a soft laugh and smile while they wanted to run back to your first meeting. From then on time started to speed up for them, they blinked and suddenly you were years older, they tried not to blink. They remained the same as they have been for centuries while time was engraving itself into you. Soon your touch became weak, you had trouble doing things, a sad laugh would leave you as they helped, followed by your sad voice asking : “how can you still stay with me? I’ve grown old and ugly… you should find somebody new now, I won’t mind.” Those words filled them with such anger and hatred, not towards you but time. At themself for making you think they only were with you for your looks, you were so much more, you were their humanity, the drummer of their heart.

They cried when you couldn’t even get out of bed, body trembling like a little child’s as they clutch to the blanket covering you, your soft but weak hand softly rubbed their head as you whispered words of comfort. They had never cried before. Eventually they pulled themself enough together to lean up and kiss you softly, lips lingering in an attempt to seal your touch into their very soul, their usually sharp eyes suddenly didn’t know on what part of your face to focus. They wanted to remember everything about you till they knew you better than themself. As your thumb rubbed the skin beneath their eyes their eyelids lowered and they blinked. As they then leaned back down to kiss you once more their lips meet cold stone, the cold metal of your ring held tightly in their hand, clenching so hard it should’ve hurt but they couldn’t feel anything except numbness. Death was never something they had cared for, never thought of the possibility of dying but now it felt as if you had killed them with your last strength. Life had banished from them and they had returned back to the cycle of nothing -of tasteless time-. They had to rip themself from your gravestone, the only thing in mind, that kept them going, was to possibly of finding and returning to you. They’re more than willing to wait millennials to find you again, to feel the warm rays of your love and your soft touch. Hear that sharp tongue and see those determined eyes. They will find you. They have to reunite with you, that’s their only purpose and once they do they will either have you by their side till the world ceases to exist or join you in death because you’re the only life they have.

write HCs about how The big men of genshin (neuvi, wrio, varka, zhongli, flins, childe.) okay u dont have to do all of them.

act when they are high as hell with you. Wouldnt that be a silly little idea.

Swan note: It’s so random but I love it, thx for the idea, I had fun writing it

The men getting high as the sky 🍃 (Varka, Wriothesley, Neuvillette, Flins n Childe)

-> Varka - already far too many drinks in - doesn’t hesitate for even a second when someone pulls out something to smoke. He accepts it and lights it up without a thought. It takes two or three joints before he’s actually high. After that, he either keeps wandering off, doing his own stuff - each idea dumber than the last - or he ends up curled in a corner, completely spaced out and feeling sick. The only comfort he finds is your soft hands running through his hair and you pull him against your chest. It takes only seconds in that warm embrace before his feelings - his worries about you - start spilling from his lips like a waterfall. The ever-cheerful Grand Master, suddenly riddled with concern, no matter how much you reassure him that everything is okay.

-> Wriothesley gets high often, so no one would really notice these days if it weren’t for how red his eyes get. He acts as usual, does his work and keeps a sharp eye on everything despite the effects, though his posture is more relaxed and he’s generally a bit more easygoing. He also gets rather touchy, always trying to keep a hand on you if you’re nearby, and laughing a little too hard whenever you tell him something funny. His hand might “slip” and land somewhere more intimate, to which his grin only gets cheekier and he puts his hands up in defeat when you start scolding him lightly.

-> Neuvillette isn’t one to try any kind of drug - and he surely never will on his own. The only reason he ever got high, or something close to it, is because of Sigewinne. The little Melusine had prepared a tea for him, insisting he tries it since it was meant to help him relax and calm his mind. A kind gesture… though she underestimated the intensity of the plants, leaving the Iudex far too relaxed. It’s not necessarily a bad thing, but it is strange to see him laid back in his chair, staring at nothing in particular. He barely acknowledges anyone, and it takes even you several attempts to catch his attention. When you finally do, his lips tug into a shy smile before he buries his face in the crook of your neck, arms wrapping around your waist. He doesn’t let go as he slowly drifts off to sleep.

-> Flins probably just found a pretty stone - far too happy with his discovery to notice the barely perceptible curse clinging to it. Once he picked it up, his mind went whoosh, and suddenly he was all smiles. His eyes stay half-lidded, that soft, constant smile never leaving his face - he’s literally ☺️ the entire time. Giggling at everything you say and even more flirty than usual, always needing to keep a hand on you. His fingers will trail lazily over whatever part of you he’s holding at the moment, and he leans against you like a content, lazy cat, perfectly happy to stay where he is. If you try to leave him for a moment he’d just follow after you, refusing to let you out of arm’s length.

Something about big, tuff men who seem so scary and unapproachable but are actually sweethearts.

-> Wriothesley as the duke, his big arms covered in scars, each one telling its own story - proof of what he went through and rose from victorious. Those tired, sharp eyes miss nothing. His whole appearance screams that he wouldn’t mind getting his hands dirty if needed, yet those same hands hesitate before touching you, and when they do, the touch is feather-light, as if he’s afraid that even a bit more pressure might break you. Press a kiss to the scar beneath his eye, and he becomes weak.

-> Capitano, known as the First Harbinger - his title alone commands respect. Even without knowing who he is, one look at him makes it clear he’s not someone to cross if you value your life. He’s quiet most of the time, but when he’s with you, he becomes silent. His gaze lingers on you from behind the mask, his arms holding you protectively, the way one would shield a delicate flower from the wind. He nurtures you, fulfills your wishes without a word, all just to bask in your smile and warmth a little longer. Because in those moments, if only for a split second, he finds himself at ease.

Mon chéri!

-> male reader

Warnings: perhaps ooc

Swan note: Apologies for the long wait, I’ve been inactive for a while and just returned, so my writing is probably crusty but I hope you still enjoy it.

- Crowley is a sucker for gift giving, tho not extremely fancy ones, he’s too careful with his money for that, but trinkets. Whenever he sees something shiny like a bottle cap, stone or such, something in his brain clicks. He’ll appear in front of you, the feathers on his shoulders slightly puffed as he holds the, for everyone else seeming trash, out with such pride one would see in a child presenting a self made gift to their parent. At the start of the relationship, whenever you’d reach out to take the trinket, a small flicker of nervousness had lighten in Crowleys eyes, just for a moment he’d question if you’d find him too weird, his gift a joke. His worries had been immediately gone the moment he saw your lips tug into a smile and you grabbing his hand to press a kiss against his palm before nuzzling into it. It had send his pulse up so quickly. Since then on the headmage would try to find trinkets nearly daily, knowing that as a “thank you” a kiss would await him, sometimes more. It makes him nearly tip over when your kiss is followed by a small lick against his chin this time.

- Praises are a thing that get Crowley weak and his brain go mush, even more than usual. Dire enjoys speaking of himself in a higher way, praising his skills and voicing how kind he is to others. But there’s nothing better than to have his boyfriend in his lap, the soft, deep voice whispering to him all the confirmations he’s seeking. “Hm… you’re such a kind and beautiful man, dire. How lucky I am to have you”, you whisper into his ear this time, a soft blush already covering the tips of the ears as Crowley lets out a whine of protest. “Ah- indeed but I’m just as lucky to have you, mon chérie.” Hearing the soft laugh leaving your lips makes Crowley pry his eyes slightly open before he immediately shuts them when he feels the soft blow you give his ear. Followed by words in that raspy voice that you know he loves. “You’re so good to me, my crow. How I adore you.”

- During school hours just grab Crowley by his tie, he’s gonna be sticking around you most of the time anyways, so finding him in your free time is no problem. The moment you grab him the headmage immediately gets all giddy, already knowing what’s gonna come, and so he quickly follows you into a seclude place. His hands grab your waist as your own hands cup his cheeks, pushing the mask slowly up to reveal his entire face, only for you to see. “Missed you…”, you mutter softly as you lean closer. One kiss to his cheek. “I prefer your loudness over the students loudness”, a second kiss to his other cheek. “How’s your day so far?”, another to his nose before the fourth kiss is pressed on his chin. Slowly getting closer to where he wants your lips next. Crowleys eyes are lowered, their yellow color now seeming darker and cheeks covered with a soft pink hue, giving his pale skin that pretty color. “Missed me too?”, you tease softly as you smirk, now leaning to his lips but not quite meeting them. It takes a moment before the mage finds his voice, “of course, my love.” His lips remain slightly parted as he leans down a bit, finally you close the gap between your lips. A soft sigh leaves Crowley and he leans closer when he feels your hands slide up his chest and wrap around his neck. Once you two pull away from the kiss dire buries his face in the crook of your neck. “Why don’t you come with me to my office, pretty boy? I’ll say I needed your help if anyone asks.”

What kind of bottom are the genshin men?

-> No discreet use of gender for reader

Warnings: 18+; perhaps ooc