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Words to describe facial expressions

Absent: preoccupied 

Agonized: as if in pain or tormented

Alluring: attractive, in the sense of arousing desire

Appealing: attractive, in the sense of encouraging goodwill and/or interest

Beatific: blissful

Black: angry or sad, or hostile

Bleak: hopeless

Blinking: surprise, or lack of concern

Blithe: carefree, lighthearted, or heedlessly indifferent

Brooding: anxious and gloomy

Bug eyed: frightened or surprised

Chagrined: humiliated or disappointed

Cheeky: cocky, insolent

Cheerless: sad

Choleric: hot-tempered, irate

Darkly: with depressed or malevolent feelings

Deadpan: expressionless, to conceal emotion or heighten humor

Despondent: depressed or discouraged

Doleful: sad or afflicted

Dour: stern or obstinate

Dreamy: distracted by daydreaming or fantasizing

Ecstatic: delighted or entranced

Faint: cowardly, weak, or barely perceptible

Fixed: concentrated or immobile

Gazing: staring intently

Glancing: staring briefly as if curious but evasive

Glazed: expressionless due to fatigue or confusion

Grim: fatalistic or pessimistic

Grave: serious, expressing emotion due to loss or sadness

Haunted: frightened, worried, or guilty

Hopeless: depressed by a lack of encouragement or optimism

Hostile: aggressively angry, intimidating, or resistant

Hunted: tense as if worried about pursuit

Jeering: insulting or mocking

Languid: lazy or weak

Leering: sexually suggestive

Mild: easygoing

Mischievous: annoyingly or maliciously playful

Pained: affected with discomfort or pain

Peering: with curiosity or suspicion

Peeved: annoyed

Pleading: seeking apology or assistance

Quizzical: questioning or confused

Radiant: bright, happy

Sanguine: bloodthirsty, confident

Sardonic: mocking

Sour: unpleasant

Sullen: resentful

Vacant: blank or stupid looking

Wan: pale, sickly

Wary: cautious or cunning

Wide eyed: frightened or surprised

Withering: devastating

Wrathful: indignant or vengeful

Wry: twisted or crooked to express cleverness or a dark or ironic feeling

Voice like an angel...

...could you sing for me? <3

Info: Requested by @greensheepishnerd! Characters include Aether, Xiao, and Scaramouche. GN Reader! Reader is described as tall/strong/a warrior. Scaramouche is still in the Fatui at the point of this story.

Warnings: Not proofread, implied jealousy, references to battle

A/N: Thank you so much for the request! I hope you enjoy this, I had a fun time writing it <33

Aether

You'd always been quite an enigma.

Since the moment he'd met you, he had longed to know you - truly know you. More than any other person he'd known in Teyvat, you seemed multi-faceted and complex, always leaving something in the shadows of your being.

Falling in love with you had been the easiest task he'd ever completed, and he would do it again each and every day. Every little nuance to you was something he wanted to explore in full and adore completely all the while.

True to your mysterious nature, he would have never expected to stumble upon you like this.

Your back was nestled into the crook of a gnarled stump, holding you tightly within it's aged oak roots. Aether approached slowly, making note of your gently shut eyes; the last thing he would want was to startle you. However, as he approached, he began to hear something.

Your lips were slightly parted, whistling sweetly to yourself. Aether smiled to himself. He'd heard you whistle to yourself on several occasions in the past: while you were sharpening your blades upon a whetstone, cooking dinner, or even just going out on a stroll. It wasn't at all unlike you.

What was unexpected was that you followed up the familiar tune with a few sung words. With most people you came across - but not him, never him - you kept your words short and sharp. People may have even described you as "cold". Now, your voice was honeyed and sweet, lingering over each word and drawing it out.

A stream of euphonious, soothing lyrics followed as you sung a local song - one that was particularly popular at the moment. Heat rose to Aether's cheeks, casting a pink flush to contrast his pale skin.

Of all splendid things he could discover about you today, he's glad it's this one.

As much as he would love to listen to you for an eternity more, he quickly comes to the realization that it's an invasion of your privacy. After all, there must have been a reason you hadn't let him witness this before, right?

"Why didn't you tell me you could sing?" He asked, keeping his voice low in an attempt to keep you from startling. Nonetheless, you nearly jumped out of your skin, spinning around with a swift hand on the hilt of your prized blade.

Aether raised his hands in surrender. "Woah, woah! It's just me!" As if to further exaggerate his point, he cast his arms out to the side so you could see him head to toe. Sighing heavily, you released your weapon and leaned back against the stump once more.

Just as fast your relief had been evident, so too was it replaced by horror. Regretfully, Aether was beginning to wonder if he should have left you to your song. It was rather unnerving to see his lover, usually so stoic and collected, struggling to look him in the eye.

"Hey...it sounded really beautiful, you know," he offered meekly, "I mean it."

You shook your head rapidly, pushing yourself to your feet. Due to Aether's unfortunately short stature, he struggled to meet your eye tenfold. You pointedly looked elsewhere, playing with the hem of your shirt and wringing it with your fingers. "There's a reason I keep it private, let's just leave it at that, yeah?" You cleared your throat and gathered your bearings.

Aether fought inwardly; should he leave you be, or push the subject? In the end, he knew that despite how you attempted to maintain your composure, you must be humiliated. He couldn't in good conscience leave you to feel so distraught, not when he could help to fix it.

"No, seriously, [Name]. It was amazing," he affirmed, "I didn't mean to embarrass you. There really isn't anything to be embarrassed about, either!"

It was evident by your feeble attempts at avoiding eye contact and swallowing your self doubt that this was something you had been insecure about. Aether wanted nothing more than to rid you of that anxiety; he wanted to gift you the same confidence you showed in your skills and strength to your voice. In all his years, and in all the worlds he'd wandered, no one had ever sounded so angelic.

"Do you really mean that?" You asked, your voice a quiet murmur. With Aether's assuring nod, you found yourself nodding along with him. "Well...okay...But don't think I'll be making a habit of it!"

Aether let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding. It was good to see your self-assured self return, and he grinned. "So you're saying I don't get a private concert?"

"Absolutely not!"

Scaramouche

"This idiot, making me go out of my way just to find them," he grumbled under his breath.

Ever since he'd appointed you to a higher authority position - one that allowed you far more freedom as his subordinate - you'd made a habit of wandering off. Since getting to know you more (more like falling in love with you), he was unable to put his mind to rest when you were absent.

Don't get him wrong, you were a skilled warrior; that is, after all, why he promoted you originally. It's just that he needed to know you would be there if-

Who was he kidding? It worried him. A member of the Fatui is enemy to nearly all average citizens and the monsters that roamed the world as well. An ambush is too much for any mortal to handle alone, even you.

He was pleased to finally make out your figure through the shroud of forest shadows. There you were, alive and well. He wasn't quite sure until this moment what drew your mind to the wilderness. He had always assumed it must be a yearning for nature or to clear your head; it would appear shortly that he was incorrect in that assumption.

You sang softly to yourself, bustling about and brushing leaves with the tip of your foot. He could hardly believe his eyes but you were...twirling? You seemed to be dancing to the rhythm of your own voice, turning gracefully on your toes in an effortless spin. The more he thought of it, the more you looked like the ballet dancers he'd seen while under the care of the Shogun - for a time.

He'd seen you be vicious before. You wiped the floor with your enemies when given the chance, slashing without fault through each and every one. You didn't flinch at death, let alone the sight of blood and gore. You could be downright cruel if need be. So, why did you look so at peace?

If you could be carefree in your own company, even with the weight of your sins, perhaps he could join you... Perhaps...

He didn't allow himself the blessing of continuing such a thought. Instead, he forced logic to the forefront of his mind. Leaving yourself vulnerable like this was a bad idea in the best of times, he told himself. Besides, just anybody could stumble upon you. They could ridicule you, they could injure you, or they could even enjoy it. He knew he was.

Each thought made his blood boil equally, and he was overcome by the urge to scold you as he had a hundred times in the past before becoming your lover. Mustn't you know this was a horrible idea? It was unbefitting of your station to leave yourself open to being taken advantage of.

"Are you just waiting for somebody to put a knife in your heart?" Scaramouche spat, "Or are you hoping somebody will come along and listen?"

The vivid images his mind was painting of you singing like this in the presence of another made him furrow his brow further, glaring you down. You startled, grabbing onto the nearest tree for stability. "S-Scara!" You shuddered slightly before straightening up. "How long were you there?"

He rolled his eyes. "Does that matter? What matters is what you were doing, and why. Don't you know the risks?"

If he allowed himself to get to the root of his anger, he would understand that he wasn't angry in the first place. He was frightened. Frightened for your safety and the prospect of someone else desiring you. It was a childish thought, so he would never entertain it.

You hung your head in shame. It had been a long time since he'd lectured you as if you were nothing more than another agent in the ranks. Not only that, but he had stumbled upon one of your most closely guarded secrets. "Yes, Scaramouche. I apologize, I'll get back to camp now."

You turned to walk away, refusing to lose your composure until you were back in private spaces again.

Scaramouche felt his anger trickling away. That was it? No resistance? Even in the beginning, you had always talked back to him. In all honesty, it was one of the first reasons he'd grown to enjoy you. You were sharp-tongued and refused to be talked down to, even when his rage was potent. Now, you had turned tail and walked away.

"Wait, come back," he breathed out, reaching his hand toward you. Almost cautiously, you came to a halt and turned. Strategically, as if physically guarding your own emotions, your body only turned halfway to face him.

"You're not in trouble," he sighed, pushing two fingers against his head to ward off an impending headache. "I just didn't...I don't know." Scaramouche struggled within his mind to formulate the words he knew he should say: I'm sorry. He was never one to apologize, but seeing you so downcast and hurt had snapped something within his frozen heart. Perhaps a true heart could rise from the ashes, after all.

Patient as ever, you waited for him to speak.

"I'm sorry, alright?" He grumbled, turning his head up from his hand to meet your gaze. "For what it's worth, I would...I would like you to sing when I'm around."

This could be the solution to his uttermost concerns; you would remain at his side where you were safe and you could soothe him after a hard day with your sweet voice. That is, if you could forgive him.

"I really liked what I heard. I suppose I just..." He trailed off, shaking his head to clear it. "I would like to hear it again," he reiterated, choosing to drop whatever he was planning to say.

You smiled softly, endeared by his awkward attempt at apologizing. So, it seemed you were right to secretly hope he would come around. "I suppose I could be persuaded to try it once or twice."

Xiao

One day of overexertion is one thing, a lifetime of it is another.

As more and more years passed him by, he found himself longing for the same sweet release his fellow yakshas had received. It seemed that, with time, mortals needed him far less.

You had saved him from that train of thought just in time, before he could allow himself to lean into it. You offered him a different form of relief, always being there with him at the end of a hard day. He didn't require much from you; the sound of your voice and the warmth of your skin was more than enough.

Today had been so tiring that he found himself returning to the inn earlier than usual, knowing you would be there waiting already when he arrived. He teleported soundlessly to the balcony where he planned to spend his night with you.

There you were, his gentle angel. You were leaning over the railing part way, gazing out over the lake and the vast plains surrounding you. Through your parted lips, you sang into the open air. It was a familiar song - one he knew you were quite fond of - but it somehow sounded even more familiar when it was your voice that sang the words, despite never hearing it prior.

He wondered to himself why you would ever wish to keep this hidden. You were more than capable of keeping up with the singers who earned money for their talents on the streets of Liyue. Mortals never ceased to confuse him. Your voice was pristine and clear, always accentuating the lyrics perfectly as you tapped your foot to a silent rhythm.

As much as he longed to listen for eons longer, or to tell you how wonderful you sounded, he knew he couldn't do that to you. If somebody were to stumble upon him in a situation similar, he would be awfully embarrassed by it. It was within your right to keep things private, after all. He could only long for you to share it with him on your own accord some day, hopefully sooner rather than later.

To protect your secrets for you, he wordlessly teleported to the bottom of the staircase and walked his way up - something he usually had no need for. He made sure to put extra weight onto each step to alert you of his presence, giving you ample time to react accordingly. It was the least he could do for you.

When he arrived, you had turned to the steps with a wide grin. "Taking the stairs today like one of us mortals?" you teased, stepping forward to wrap him in your embrace.

"I felt like a change of pace," he replied softly, leaning into you. If this is all it took to keep you grinning, he would wait forever to hear it again - even if he would dream of it tonight and many nights after.

ᵔᴗᵔ . . title : 𝗮 𝘁𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗺𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗲

ᴖ.ᴖ . . cont. : f!reader ⁝ wc. 1k ⁝ reblog

ᵔᴗᵔ . . tl;dr. : you get petty retribution

𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗿 [𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵𝗲]

as was foreseeable, you were more bitter than a radish over your lover’s affairs in sumeru; with the pesky follower he met in the midst of his search for godhood being the victim of your ire. she should be grateful for your show of mercy to spare her life, or else you would’ve jumped on the chance in a heartbeat.

it could’ve ended well if he didn’t dangle the idiot leech of a researcher’s devotion over your head, using it to his heart’s content to keep you obedient. “haypasia would not dare to behave so insolently,” and “haypasia would’ve done what i asked without question.”

Okumaya devam et

ᵔᴗᵔ . . title : 𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘆 ! modern

ᴖ.ᴖ . . cont. : f!reader ⁝ wc. 1.2k ⁝ reblog

ᵔᴗᵔ . . tl;dr : self-explanatory

𝗸𝘂𝗻𝗶𝗸𝘂𝘇𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶 [𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗿]

“stop it,” he gripes, his eyes draw shut in exasperation over your incessant calling for a silver of his attention. you could be such a glutton for him, he huffs, although flattered.

he already, and begrudgingly, allowed you to sit snug on his lap whilst he watched this documentary on the television to ail his boredom. what more do you want?

he sends you a half-hearted glare. however, as anticipated, it did little to discourage you. in reality, it only fueled you to behave the way you did.

“stop what, babe? i‘m just trying to love you.” you frown, full of hope it’d entice him to indulge in your desire to be petted with his affection. it didn’t, so you continue to stare at him…

longingly.

his eyes; his lips; then his cheeks… you’d never dare tell him about it, but he looks cute when he was super, duper focused. he had a habit of scrunching his nose and pouting, as if to make a tiny show of how concentrated he was at the moment. he looks very cute, you thought, very, very cute—cute enough to bite!

adjusting your sitting position, you receive a tiny scowl from your dear boyfriend, who was growing more and more distracted by the minute. you purse your lips up at him for a kiss and he rolls his eyes at you in return. despite his steady snubbing, you know he was pleased to see you pine for him.

how can you not? him and his cheeks!

and before you know it, your hand travels to cup his face. he didn’t seem to mind it at all. in fact, he responds quite nicely, nuzzling against your palm. it wasn’t until you, oh, so lovingly decided to pinch him did it finally elicit any sort of a reaction from him.

albeit tricky, it was definitely worth it. his cheeks look really squishy from your perspective and you couldn’t help yourself at all. hence, it comes to no surprise when you had insisted on pinching him like a makeshift stress ball. squish. squish. squish.

“can you get off me? you’re seriously getting on my nerves,” kunikuzushi snaps, as he bats your hand away rather weakly and impassively, like he can barely trouble himself to put an actual stop at your antics.

his cheeks flush a pretty shade of pink from your shameless display of affection. it was embarrassing! he insists, and yet here he was basking in your desperation anyway.

“i-i don’t want to!” you cling onto him tighter. if you were to go further, you would’ve crushed his esophagus.

he has half a mind to give you an earful for your immaturity when you didn’t waste a second to hide your face in his neck. he was contemplating on not letting this slide. that is until it flees from his mind once your lips press featherlight pecks on his skin

he was fine with it at first, long-familiar with your clinginess. though, his mood dramatically shifts after you start nipping at his skin to leave faint marks here and there. 

are you crazy? he did nothing to have you behave this way, kunikuzushi huffs. 

pressing pause on the remote, his other hand stops you by cradling your face. he smooshes your cheeks together and it made you look like a fish.

“alright, knock it off. this isn’t funny! are you deaf or s—OW! did you… bite me?” he glances at his hand then at your face and he was absolutely dumbfounded.

“i’ll do it again!”

burying your face in the crook of his neck, you know he’d do something if he was truly bothered.

“whatever… just let me finish the damn documentary.”

𝘁𝗶𝗴𝗵𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗶 [𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿]

“knock, knock!”

a tiny smile upturns his lips after he caught the echo of your voice calling him from the other side. it was intriguing when he didn’t show much emotion around others yet the smallest hint of your presence makes a difference, pulling a smile or softening his gaze. however, it fades away when he recalls he was in the middle of a video call.

damn it, tighnari huffs. turning off both his microphone and video, he spins his chair to face the door. “come in.”

he may not say it often but he appreciates all your efforts to check on him or take care of him. whether it be a casual “hi, whaddya doing?” or surprising him with a homemade meal, he cherished every bit of it either way.

although he never asked, you do it anyway and it warms his heart.

the door creaked open and your lovely self came into view a second later. “so… how’s the bestest boyfriend in the entire world doing today?” you greet with a charming smile, finally stepping p foot inside the room.

bestest wasn’t a real word but god, you are so cute.

you don the frilly apron you use whenever you cook or bake; in the palm of your hands lies a wooden tray of food—lunch, he guesses. the sight in front of him stinks of domesticity, it willed butterflies to skitter in his stomach.

“work as usual. nothing new.”

“great! you should take a break ‘cuz look at what i cooked!” you make a great show of the savory meal before him.

although unquestionably restless when things don’t go your way, you respected his plans to finish his meeting before he sacrifices his time to dote on you. placing the tray on a vacant spot on his desk, he stuns you by wasting no time in pulling you to sit on his lap sideways.

the sound of your gasp was music to his ears, the corner of his mouth quirks into a lopsided smile. it urges him to push through and fulfill the leftover minutes of this meeting. you, on the other hand, do what you did best: be clingy.

you occupy yourself by playing with his hair, wringing a thin strand around your finger until your eyes fixate on his green streaks. sectioning it off from the majority of his dark locks, you admire how well it sharpens his features.

he looks so handsome! …but at what cost? his soft cheeks. you frown, hands falling to cup his soft cheeks instead. your thumb grazes against his skin. going further, you sneak in a couple tender pinches.

so fluffy! you muse.

tighnari, who long discarded his intentions to work, basks in your touch. he could never get enough of you. his gaze trails along your every movement, wondering what was coursing through that pretty head of yours. what can you be thinking about? was it about him?

“you need to get a haircut.”

“do i?” he didn’t know it, but his tone lightens whenever it’s directed at you and thanks to the almost nonexistent space in between your bodies, it came across a whisper.

“yep! i can trim it for you later if you want?”

“whatever you say, darling.” tighnari nods, bewitched in the feeling of you gingerly tucking his hair behind his ears. he leans into your touch, prompting you both to silently bask in one another’s company—as if the outside world didn’t exist.

“um, sir? your camera is on.” collei’s shy voice rings through his laptop and you and your boyfriend flinch at the intrusion on your love bubble.

“shit.”

they work

What are attractive tjings that the s boys do?

mukami version.

attractive things the sakamaki boys do without realising it.

shu holds you by the small of the back whenever he's guiding you past a particularly cramped spot or a busy street. he's also incredibly well educated in history, warfare, and mathematics. laughs when he feeds on you and you make embarrassing sounds - his lazy chuckles reverberate all the way down your spine.

reiji manspreads. dont say thats not hot u fuckin know it is it's so rare to see him do something that isn't perfectly mannered. he also rolls up his shirtsleeves, loosens his tie, steeples his fingers and furrows his brow when he's really focused and working on something.

during basketball practice, ayato wipes the sweat off his face with the hem of his shirt - accidentally showing off his ridiculously toned abs. he doesn't even realise he's doing it - thinks the girls squealing on the bleachers are cheering for his playing💀 ....which is...also attractive ngl he's insanely athletic.

kanato sometimes has uncharacteristic spurts of gentlemanly behaviour. he carries your bag for you, opens the door for the limousine and waits for you to sit first, pulls your chair out for you on his creepy underground tea-parties. he's well aware of typical gender norms, and just because he likes feminine things doesn't mean he hasn't had a prince's upbringing.

laito does that tongue in his cheek thing when he's looking at you up and down, green eyes hungry and delighted because wow, aren't you just the prettiest thing ever? how about he shows you just how pretty?

subaru wears these criminally tight black muscle shirts that strain against his biceps when he folds his arms and leans against the doorframe, watching you with a look of impassive boredom. he also has the kind of deep, raspy morning voice that can - embarrassingly enough - make your heart skip a beat whenever you hear it. has the prettiest messy bedhead <3

dl meme dump

Helloooo how about a rich af gn! Reader who decides to spoil and pamper Xiao for a week bc they're tired to see him overworked? Like one day, Reader takes Xiao and forces him to take a week off for example by taking him to a spa and helping him to love himself bc he deserves it.

thank u so much for being my first req! u actually had written something else b4 but accidentally deleted it 🥲 but im glad it happen bc i like this one better and i hope you like it too!

love you the way i love you

synopsis: xiao has been overworking himself you give him the love he deserves

warnings: just xiao being self deprecating

characters: xiao x reader

notes: i think this is one of my best writings i still gotta work on being more descriptive but i think this came out nice

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you knew xiao honored his work. he would bend over backwards for his job his no matter how gruesome it was on his body. long hours turned to days turned to weeks of him contstantly on his feet. there were times where he wouldnt return home until the early hours of morning, only coming to check on you then soon leaving again. you'd caught wind of how he was acting time ago, but knowing how stubborn his is, you wanted to save yourself the headeache of trying to get him to stay home and take a break. he had to give himself a break soon, but after a whole two weeks of him working non stop, you had enough.

"xiao you can take a week off of work." you crossed your arms, leaning against the front door as you glared at him. he sigh and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "yn move i don't have time for this." you stomped your foot lightly and blurted "no xiao! please just take the week off you need a break and i want to take you out somewhere." he turned himself away from you and crossed his arms, his eyebrows kneaded together, "no i can't." stubborn as always, luckily you knew how to get him to listen. "nope, you have no choice, if you don't take the week off im not making you almond tofu ever again." his eyes peeked over to yours, his arms fell down and a pout on his lips. xiao couldn't say no to that, he loved almond tofu and you were the only person who made it right "…fine."

after you convinved xiao to take the day off, you brought him straight to the spa. on your way there xiao tried to argue, he didn't need to go to a spa it's way too expensive, he said you didn't need to spend so much money on him he didn't need it. you didn't listen anyway. the hot tub, the perfect thing to help releive stress. you arrived to the bathhouse, it was a simple room with tan walls, warm fairy lights hung up and a decent sized tub in the middle. xiao had a white towel wrapped around his waist, his hands clenched into fists as he stood over the tub. "yn, are you sure? i dont think i want to get in the tub…" he muttered. you walked past him messing with your towel. "come on, we're already here. you said you've been having a bit of pain, it'll help you i promise." the green haired man pouted and pondered your words for a bit, contemplating if he really wanted to get in.

when he finally dipped his body in the hot water, it was as if he'd become weightless. he rolled his head back, resting it on the side of the tub. his eyes came droopy with his lips slightly parted and his shoulders hung low. he felt selfish enjoying the water enveloping him but he had to admit it felt so good. you were still dressed in your towel, admiring this side of xiao. a peaceful side. you soon joined him in the bath, the water massaged your skin as you rested your head against xiaos chest and he curled his arms around you, his head laying atop of yours.

"…i dont need this…" xiao mumbled lightly. "i don't deserve the way you treat me. you're too kind, buying me nice things all the time…taking me to a spa this expensive." he shook his head, "this feels amazing but i dont deserve it at all.." you scoffed like he had made an offensive joke. you moved you head to face him and peered into his brown sugar eyes. they had a sad tint to them, they truly believed wasnt meant to relax, to be peaceful, to be loved. you brought you hands to his cheek, lightly pecking the other. "i did this just for you. you work so hard every day and barely take breaks. you're so amazing and you care about everyone even if you swear you dont," you gave him another kiss, he had a little smile as his grip around your waist became tighter and his cheeks became flushed either because of your words or the hot steam. "you do deserve this," you massaged his muscles as you spoke. "and i love you so much."

though he tried hide it, xiao's smile became a full grin, his eyes a little brighter than before. he couldn't hide it anymore, the way you made him like he was the most special person in the world, the way you brought him up when he tore himself down. he almsot lost himself stressing so much over work. yet it was all worth it if he had you to care for him at the end of the day and to love him when he had never been moved before. he leaned down and pressed his soft lips against yours, kissing you ever so softly. "thank you so much yn…" xiao could stay in this tub forever washing away with you in his arms loving you so sweetly as you love him. he did deserve this, he deserved your love.

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Shout out to everyone who is just so tired So so exhausted So very very tired so very fatigued so sleepy and tired So

breaktime cozy doodles 🍵

Genshin really said Scaramouche is THE poor little meow meow huh

If you're not on Twitter following the fake Twitter Blue accounts drama... I'd say i feel bad for you but I'm providing you with the best screenshots here so you don't have to feel left out

i had the most wild night of my life on halloween but nobody on here would believe that it happened

Four of Swords

Void Tarot

by Sarai Nissan

society if we actually had horses in teyvat

there’s a possibility

"In the middle of the night

just call my name,

I'm yours to tame..."

Suit Saeran x MC

Can I request the impossible? Suit/Unknown (you choose) cuddles 0-0 🤲

Perhaps difficult, but by no means impossible, my dear! (at least I'd like to think not.) there is only one scenario in which I can imagine this happening and I think you probably saw it coming.

Suit Saeran x gender-neutral reader | Words: 1045

‘I’ll go now.’

‘Wait-!’ You’d scrambled from beneath the blanket and let the words fly out as if by instinct, or some inexplicable, deeply-rooted understanding that this may be the last time you would see Saeran as he was now, at least for a long time. Perhaps it was the fact that he himself had said you wouldn’t be seeing him for a while, and that he was leaving it to Ray to make you happy, but there was this nagging feeling that you needed to make the most of whatever time you had with him. ‘Saeran- don’t go yet.’

He flinched ever so slightly at your sudden outburst, his face still cast in the peaceful glow of moonlight. 

‘Sorry- please- please stay a bit longer. Don’t leave.’

How ironic he found your plea to be; it had been Ray begging you not to leave and Saeran who insisted you would, and yet here you were. You had always been a strange one. Perhaps to you, even the company of a monster was better than the crippling feeling of being painfully alone? He supposed that he could understand this sentiment — maybe a little too well. Some part of his tired mind wondered if this had been the key to breaking you all along. Maybe leaving you isolated and abandoned in this room for days would have brought you a fraction of the numbing pain he carried. But even then, how long would he have been able to stand the insufferable emptiness that clawed at his being, tearing him up from the inside out, without the emotional rush your presence gave him? You confounded him, no doubt, but being around you made him feel alive.

Well, none of that mattered now. 

He said nothing but his eyes remained steady on you. Somehow, they bore none of the sharpness you'd seen the previous nights. Instead, as he stood bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight, watching you silently, you felt a sense of the same weary sombreness that would often reside in Ray’s gaze.

The familiarity was comforting, and yet it made your heart ache.

‘Please… Can you stay a little longer?’

‘I… I’ve said all I needed to…’

‘I know, but I want you around. I care about you too, not just Ray. If you really want to leave, you can. But if it’s alright with you…’ you trailed off, shifting your position close to the edge of the bed so you were facing towards him and patting the space next to you.

He hesitated for a moment, then slowly, tentatively made his way the few steps from the open window to the bed, taking a seat at the very edge, staring at the star-speckled sky opposite you both. As he perched beside you (so close you could hear his breathing, close enough you could just about cup his cheek if you reached far enough, if only he’d let you) the mattress hardly sank under his weight. You found it odd: The preceding days he had made every effort to be as loud and as purposeful as possible, making his presence fully known as if in a constant and desperate battle for his very existence. Yet now, he barely took up any space at all. 

‘Thank you, Saeran… Thank you for apologising.’

He remained silent. The gentle breeze from outside made the curtains sway and brought a pleasant coolness to your skin. He turned his head ever so slightly in your direction, but it was enough to meet his eyes. You could make out every eyelash, see the dark, tell-tale bags marking fatigue on his pale skin.

‘Saeran… when was the last time you slept properly?’

He raised an eyebrow slightly in response before you saw the corners of his mouth twitch upwards, unable to suppress a small smile.

‘You used to say that to him a lot, huh?’

He was deflecting, of course, but at least he was letting you have an actual normal conversation with him — which, now that you thought about it, was kind of a milestone for him.

‘Guess you two aren’t so different.’

‘Heh. I guess not.’

‘You can… rest here for a bit… if you want. If you really have to go later you should take some time to relax and lie down properly.’

His eyes widened a little and he shifted slightly. ‘I don’t think I should-’

‘But do you want to?’ 

He held your questioning gaze for several seconds. Eventually, he sighed and you shimmied over, making room for him as you leaned back against the comfy pillows, pink like everything else in this room, but now painted in a new light by the hour.

He began to lean down onto his side, a little uncertainly, and you gently guided his head to your chest, feeling his breath hitch in surprise.

‘Is this okay?’ you asked softly.

‘I-’ 

His cheeks were turning pink and he seemed to be caught off-guard, but after a moment you felt his arm encircle your waist nonetheless. 

‘Relax.’

Under normal circumstances, he thought to himself, perhaps he should have chided you for telling him what to do. But there was a tenderness to your tone that he simply couldn't argue with even if he wanted to.

You began to stroke his crisp white locks, sometimes twirling the tufts in gentle circles around your fingers. He closed his eyes. Slowly but surely, his breathing evened out. 

Several minutes passed in comfortable silence before he spoke in the tiniest voice you'd ever heard from him. ‘You’re caring for me… You always cared for me this whole time… even when I said and did those horrible things to you.’

The next words came out uneven, and you could have sworn you felt a teardrop or two on the fabric of your clothes.

‘...I don’t deserve this.’

You thought for a moment before responding, choosing your words carefully.

‘I think… you deserve another chance. I’m proud of you for taking accountability for your actions. And I know you don’t want to hurt me anymore. You deserve to feel safe and happy… And loved.’

His grip on you tightened ever so slightly, pulling himself as close as he could get to your warmth. He had cursed your scent so many times, but being surrounded by it completely, he only felt safe and calm. He wanted to inhale your warmth along with it.

This was bliss. This was the paradise he had been searching for.

can you do hc for scara with a s/o whose a kitsune and his familiar like how miko is to ei?

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ | scaramouche x gn!reader

ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɴᴏᴛᴇ ᴏꜰ | romantic, mostly fluff, scenario, headcanons, reader is kitsune so they're annoying scara 25/8

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( ! mod scara )

"don't be so cold, i'm your familiar, kunikuzushi."

he turned around to glare at you, specifically because you called him the name he did not want to be called anymore. "quit calling me that." scaramouche warned you, though he'd never really do anything to you. both of you knew that.

you smiled at him, like you didn't hear his words.

not like he'd do anything to stop you from calling him kunikuzushi. you were the only one that stuck by him through everything (though he guessed that was only natural considering you were his familiar), the only one who hadn't betrayed him.

"well, kunikuzushi, where are we heading off to next?"

you're not fazed by him attempting to be intimidating when he glares again. this was only natural, seeing as the world had been so cruel to the poor puppet. of course this would happen, eventually he'd have to learn to survive, with a little bit of your help.

scaramouche continued walking, "sumeru." this intrigued you, why would he be going to sumeru?

...well, to be fair, anywhere but inazuma was a place fine with him.

you walked behind him, still being uncaring about anything around you, stepping on little insects and the grass. "ah, so that's why we're going through the chasm. i should've known." you chuckled, looking down at the dirt, seeing a few glowing starshrooms. a pretty sight, but you'd rather not eat things off the ground. you'd prefer they stay on display.

scaramouche doesn't reply, already have gone through the cave. you swiftly follow, the light shining onto your face once you're out. "great, sumeru. a forest with a bunch of insects." you look into the distance, seeing a few mushrooms floating around thanks to your great eyesight. "...and mushrooms."

he rolls his eyes at how sarcastic you were being. "(y/n), it's better if you're in your other form." you scoff, how could that possibly be better? "and how is that so?" you raise an eyebrow. scaramouche sighs, you're always so stubborn. never doing anything he asks immediately, instead asking for a reason why everytime.

maybe that's why you were his familiar.

nevertheless, he answers, like always. "it's probably more normal to see a fox around here rather than a person with five tails and ears not like others."

"oh, so you know how many tails i have?"

"you're always showing them off."

scaramouche bluntly says, unbothered by your laughing, a glint of mischief in your eyes. "fine, fine, i'll obey." a color of smoke surrounds you, and suddenly out of that smoke, a (color) fox comes out of it.

he pretends to not see, even though he can see your tiny self in the corner of his eyes. "at least you're less annoying. the most you can do is wrap your tail around my leg and make me trip." oddly specific, mostly because it's happened to him before and you laughed your ass off for days about the incident.

you don't do anything, only walking to be beside him since you were quite tiny, and people probably wouldn't see you if you weren't beside scaramouche.

the puppet gives a small smile. "let's go then."

~

— ok so you're pretty much the only person who can keep him somewhat down to earth

— oh he's yelling at his subordinates? it's fine, you're there to drag him away and coo at his angry face, it looks like he's about to explode lava if you didn't get him away from his poor underlings

— he can't really shoo you away since you're his familiar and you're kinda just... attached to him

— so while he's working you're sleeping in a dog bed in your fox form in the corner of his room, a notebook that you keep inside your dog bed (it's something you write and sometimes draw in, you leave little notes about scaramouche and write about your adventures with him, even though you have perfect memory)

— speaking of perfect memory, you use that to your advantage. meaning you tease the hell out of scaramouche for the simplest mistakes he's done

— "do you remember the time you said suckers instead of fuckers? not to fret if you don't, because i do~" que scaramouche groaning as you tell the reconciled stars event in great and exact detail

— ✍✍ you when scaramouche does something embarrassing

— and the worst part is, he can't do the same to you because when he retells a story of something "embarrassing" of you, you're completely unaffected...

— like you're actually just 🙂 the whole time he's telling the embarrassing moment you had and he's pissed off all the time because... YOU DON'T CARE!! how is scaramouche supposed to embarrass you if you don't even care???

— he's given up on trying don't worry lol

— anyway he loves it when you call him kunikuzushi, the way you say it has him shivering in his boots like... pleasepleasesayhisnameagainhecravesitsobadlypleaseplease

— if ur the touchy type HE'LL LITERALLY MELT LIKE??? not that he'll show it of course, but he's actually astonished when you first physically show him affection because like... what's this??? gross. absolutely disgusting. puke inducing. do it again.

— if you're not though that's perfectly fine!! scaramouche appreciates your company even though you're practically just attached to him because you're his familiar...

— loves u lots though. not really straight forward about his love, it's mostly "subtle" things like intertwining his pinky with yours and hoping you don't notice, but since ur a kitsune and you're very observant, you notice theas subtle affections he gives hehe (not that you tell him because he might stop and that'd kill you inside)

— scaramouche will bully anyone who doesn't like you. no he doesn't care of opinions, they WILL like you. oh what's that? you think (name)'s weird? exile. immediately.

— he loves you hehehe

i might write more of this because im in love with the idea

The musician and the mannequin

My dad was dealing with some mixed feelings so I told him "In therapy when something is too complicated to do a simple 'pro and contra list' we sometimes do an excercise where you imagine all these mixed feelings around a table in some kind of conference, letting each tell their bit and you leading the debate."

and my dad didn't really respond and just stared ahead so I kept preparing lunch. Until a few minutes later when he suddenly piped up: "I am having a bad time at the conference"

Kamelia Rozalia Dimitrescu🃟

“She is the oldest daughter of Alexandru Dimitrescu? She is his carbon copy!” one of the duchesses present at the time whispered to her lady-in-waiting. “Madam, but I heard she is his step-daughter…”, Kamelia stopped walking and turned her head to the two women. The raven haired lady served them a glare and began walking towards the entrance of the palace. “Why are you so mad, young mistress?” her teacher and caretaker, Alucard, stopped her before she could reach the doors. “They keep talking shit, count.” Alucard chuckled, “A young lady such as you shouldn’t talk like that, dear Kamelia.” Kamelia glared at him and teleported into her bedroom. “You sure do care about my education, dear father.” 一Kamelia Rozalia Dimitrescu, 12 years old, Demonia —--------------------------------------------------

Kamelia Rozalia Dimitrescu; borned on 17th of December xxxx. Daughter of Elena Mariana Dimitrescu, step-daughter of Alexandru Liviu Dimitrescu, biological daughter of Alucard -known as Vlad the Impaler of Romania, Count of Dracula. Kamelia’s ethnicity is Romanian, currently living in the underworld, her clan's world, Demonia. Kamelia, as part of the tradition in their clan for years, is a part of the Phantom Dogs, an assassins organization created by her great-grandmother when the war between the Bat clan and Vibora clan happened years ago. Nosferatu wasn’t as popular as it still is to this day and it wasn’t rich either, since the demon race combined with the vampire one was considered much lower than the Wolf clan, so they began forming this organization with their poor families of nobles to do assassinations for money during the war. Kamelia is the oldest sister, Amelia Katrina Dimitrescu is the middle sister and Agatha Gabriela Dimitrescu is the youngest sister.