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# RIBBONS OF AFFECTION

✰ synopsis: xiao’s small act of showing affection and a larger encounter.

✰ paring: xiao x gn!reincarnated!reader

✰ warnings: crying ig and past lives

✰ notes: tbh i no idea what this fic is about. it was supposed to be about ribbons but it turned into reincarnation??

XIAO is rather shy by nature—blood quickly rushes to his ears whenever he gets flustered, even by the most simple gestures. this time is no exception, as xiao is picking out flowers for you. the feeling of the flower store has always had this moist atmosphere, yet it feels best during the morning; right when the last of the dews drip off the leaf.

as he enters, the bell attached to the door rings alerting the woman behind the forest green counter, who only smiles before looking back down at the materials in front of her. the store is decorated in colours and life, with flowers on one side displayed in the window and a longer area full of blooms to his right. the blossoms being the brighter shades that human life seems to be afraid of nowadays, the shades dance in front of xiao as he continues to stare.

in truth, he has very limited experience with flowers and its symbolism; less is known about how much you like flowers. yet, xiao isn’t known to ask and only hopes that you’ll understand the vision as he admires the beauty of the them—each petal handled with such delicateness and care. yet, his mind swiftly switches to you and the way you handle him—like porcelain, like glass. that’s what your touch feels like. your skin on his is a hot fire burning on his, yet it’s gentle. in a way that makes him feel that no one has been kind to him—at least not before you.

he wishes there were more to convey his ocean like affections for you, something that meant his life long oath to you. yet, you wouldn’t agree such a thing, he thinks. he finds it strange humans, your kind, can be the same yet completely different. he’s seen humans that want the world, but seem to only want to love him and live knowing your boyfriend loves you back.

“excuse me?” he asks quite meekly to the florist standing by the counter.

the florist gaze meets his, “mm, how can i help?” her smile glows as she disregards the floral foam and roses in front of her.

“what flowers would you recommend, for my partner?” he replies.

her smile widens, and xiao tenses as she moves from behind the counter and towards him. however, he soon relaxes, his shoulders now sitting in a comfortable position as she speaks purely of her craft. xiao watches as she points to all different shades, some of of white, some of red. yet, it still leaves him feeling clueless and embarrassed. it isn’t long before, the florist is stumped. simply unsure of what other flowers could the man want.

“i’m sorry for troubling you,” xiao says, sounding incredibly apologetic.

“nono, you’re fine. it’s not everyday someone shows up with a challenge.” the florist panics as her hand waved in the morning air before she turns back to grab a book and pencil. “tulips.. no, maybe something else.” she turns the page. “we’ve gone over liles… ahah, what about some chrysanthemums?” she turns her head to xiao and xiao tilts his.

“those white ones over there,” she directs, pencil hanging out of her mouth as her finger lifts up to point the white flowers sitting on the middle shelf. yet before xiao can get a closer look, the light wood from her lips drops and her hands start to shake from her joy. “oh my! i have some leftover carnations in the back. give me a second, i have a really cute idea.” then she starts to run off.

it’s not long after that she comes back out of the storeroom with a bunch of white chrysanthemums, pink carnations and a hand full of baby breath, along with rolls of paper and ribbon all wrapped in her arms. a smile spread across her tan skin, and her rosy cheeks bright and clear in the sun as the materials land on the wooden surface.

it isn’t long before the range of flowers transforms into bouquet, lands in xiao’s callused palms and is paid for in full. however, the bunch of petals doesn’t leave the store without a series of thank you’s, smiles and goodbye’s before xiao exits. the bell ringing behind him as he walks along the streets of liyue. internally smiling to himself as he travels back home.

“xiao?” your voice rings in his ears.

you grip onto the tote bag’s handle resting on your right shoulder as you lift off the heels of your shoes. a shocked look splattered on your boyfriend’s features as you speed toward him, the stone under your feet scratching against the soles of your shoes. fresh morning air spreads across your face while you loose the distance between the two of you.

“hun, i’ve been wondering where you’ve been all morning. i was worried,” you say to his face before looking down at his left hand. “oh, are those mums?” you point at the white flowers.

“chrysanthemums? yes, do you not like them?” your lover’s eyes displays a thousand words, years of worry in them, as he stumbles over the word ‘chrysanthemums’. it’s endearing.

you can’t help but panic all the same, “nono, i love them, their beautiful. but how come your look disappointed?” you question, staring at the somber look in his golden eyes.

“i wanted to surprise you. i hadn’t anticipated that you would go out to find me.” the discontent takes a spotlight in the pools of gold and stars.

oh. perhaps you should just pretend to be blind and walk—

“i mean you still can, i’ll just pretend i never saw you this morning and—“ you begin to walk back in the direction you came from yet don’t make it far. you barely get two feet away before your wrist is used to tug you back to him.

he pushes the flowers towards you, “i want you to have them now, even if it didn’t go to plan. i should of known, i’m always meant to find you in every lifetime.”

you take a step forward as you hear a break in xiao’s voice, your lips closing in on the side of his porcelain face. you place a gentle smiled kiss on his skin before taking the bouquet from his grasp. you stop. you stare and admire it for its beauty. yet your eyes catch onto the pink ribbon loosely wrapped and tied into a pretty bow around the pieces of paper and parchment that hold the stems. it only takes a moment and a half for your fingertips to caress the thin, long line of closely woven fabric and to tug it undone. a long line now in your hold along with the bouquet.

“here, give me your hand.” you gesture towards his left as you lift your right towards his.

your boyfriend holds up his pinky as you lift your own, carefully placing the bouquet in between your arm and you side. xiao watches intently as you wrap the ribbon around his finger twice and tie it off with a knot before doing the same to your own pink before tying it off with a bow. the sun shines in your eyes as the ribbon between creates a curve.

“here, i know we can’t see it normally but it isn’t just you that finds me, i chase after you too. i found you here after you disappeared this morning. and in every life time this ribbon will lead us both to each other, in all my life times. you’re not alone xiao, i’m here now at the very least.” you reassure, combing back his green toned hair out of his face.

he can’t help but laugh. he smiles. xiao smiles so brightly that you can watch the moment his eyes start to shine with tears. yet the moment the tears starts to roll, you pull him straight into your embrace, rubbing his back and whispering your affections for him.

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miokki · 2 months

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✩ WRIOTHESLEY

# valentine’s within the fortress

– the ways of human love are unstoppable and yet, need work to thrive.

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miokki · 2 months

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# VALENTINE’S WITHIN THE FORTRESS

✰ synopsis: the ways of human love are unstoppable and yet, need work to thrive.

✰ paring: wriothesley x gn!florist!reader

✰ warnings: nothing just fluff

✰ notes: ngl i was supposed to post this yesterday but i had a surgery and only remembered when i woke up. anyway, happy valentines!

all kinds of human life exist within the fortress of meropide, some artists and some of estranged descent. and while all have broken fontainian law to end up under the sea, life goes on. love is no exception to this, whether people might find themselves promising to meet each other on the surface or vowing to live their lives beneath the surface. valentine’s day doesn’t halt within the fortress of meropide either. within the month of february, coupon earning and spending is at its first peak of the year in coupon exchange—people go through all types of thing to both sell goods to those who want to love and to acquire goods for their loved ones.

those with more connections with the surface make a living from it, and those good with their hands receive commissions to make rings, necklaces, bracelets. of course, there are inmates who that can’t afford either and have to get creative or work extremely hard to afford these inflated coupons prices. some years the inflation rate was so high that most ended up with some paper, a pen and some origami hearts. although, a handwritten, heartfelt letter or two can mean more than any sweet or flower—those words could save a life.

this is all information the duke told you. naturally, you hadn’t believed any of it until your boyfriend had actually taken you under a week before valentine’s. you think it’s cute, not the criminals, but the way humans will always find ways to show affection—even in the hardest of conditions and circumstances. it’s reassuring to witness; it ignites hope into one’s heart and a dream to be loved in a humanly way.

that said, valentine’s day is a lot different on the surface and yet all the same meaning. you stare as your bouquets and others sweets and jewellery get sold like their necessities to life due to humans wish to love. at times some wish to love more than they want to live. although, such is a day that can hold absolutely nothing at all if you have no one to love. you can’t say the same, as there is your one wriothesley that you wish to love, though he lives far from your home, your flowers, and your heart. and most of all he lives under the sea in a life protected by bolts and metal barrier. but you both make it work, because what is love if it doesn’t have its own obstacles?

—

today you wear a smile. bright and ecstatic as any other lovestruck person as you continue to climb down the fortress of meropide. the heels of your shoes clacking against the hard metal as you made your way down with much more bounce in your step then you’re used to. as you, you who holds a gift from the surface. one that cannot thrive here, or cannot even survive. however, it is your own gift to the duke, wriothesly. and while it does not compare to signify your love, you hope it can at least illustrate the tiniest fraction of it as you hold the gift—wrapped in fontainian newspaper and brown wax paper and tied of with a baby pink bow.

most stare as you travel your way to wriothesly office, staring straight of what’s in the palm of your hand. it’s something of a rare sight down here and you know it. they know it too, yet they’re more than willing to do everything but ask it of you. it’s the duke they’re scared of, not you. it’s the most unlikely of cases that they would be you—you’re not the type of person that would thrive down here, and it’s a worry that your lover might not agree with it.

“wriothesley! my love!” you call out as you skip up the stairs up to his true office, your steps echoing on the curved walls.

when your view meet his frame, your not even all the way up the stairs. yet, your eyes caress his figure, all seriousness lost from his eyes as he drops his pen. his line of sight meets yours a spit second after. it’s only then that you slow down—watching as your boyfriend stands to meet you half way. you end up facing each other near the sofa before he takes you into his embrace,

“you brought me flowers? thank you, darling.” he smiles before placing a kiss on your forehead, which leads you to step back and gift them to him.

“i know it’s little but i’ve order so many flowers over the past week that i had just enough for a tulip and lilac combo.” you say, looking at him as he takes them from you.

wriothesley chuckles, “they’re beautiful, dear. on that thought though, i got something for you too.” he lays a kiss on your temple, giving you a tight squeeze before heading behind his desk against.

you follow suit, yet you find yourself on the other side of his desk while he searches through his drawers. “did you receive stares when you walked over here?” the duke asks while moving his hand inside a drawer. “i always get stares,” you reply, observing as he lowers himself to a drawer lower. he breathes out a nervous laugh. “well i can’t imagine you teleporting into my office, but did you get different stares?”

the flowers.

“well i was holding flowers, it’s not like you can grow them down here,” you joke.

soon as you back down your boyfriend makes a sound of discovery as he opens on of the last drawers in the desk. subsequently, wriothesley lifts himself from his squat, a sense of victory in his eyes as he holds to you a small velvet box.

wait what?

with surprise in your eyes you open the box still in his hand to reveal a ring slotted in the middle of the white cushion.

“is this—”

“oh, sorry i should have said something, i’m not asking you to marry me,” he specifies.

you breathe out in relief, releasing the breath of air you’ve been holding in.

“were you hoping it would be?” the man asks, his voice cracking through the atmosphere.

“i was hoping it wouldn’t be,” you pause, “wait, what i mean was that i don’t want to live a life of this.” you point up.

“could you explain further?” his seriousness returns to his face.

you can’t live a life down here; is what you want to say.

“i—i guess when i think of a marriage with you, i think nuts and bolts and vitamin d deficiency and living down here. and as much as i love you and want to be with you, i can’t do that for myself—i won’t allow it.” you say instead while staring at his desk.

but then you breathe. you look up. he stares back. he smiles.

and then he smirks, taking the ring out of the box, reaching out for your hand, “you’re just like a flower you know,” wriothesley says while you lay you hand into his grasp. “you could survive on the light down yet you need the raw sun to thrive. you need water but not from the sea. now, i may live down here but i would never force you to live a life of this.”

the cold metal slides onto your middle finger and you can finally breathe again.

“thank you, again.” you voice getting giddier as you talk.

your hand moves to his face as you cup the pale skin of his cheek. slowly guiding your love forward, so you can kiss him. first, starting at his left on his left cheek, then his right. the duke’s skin surprisingly soft, before your lips connect with his scar under his eye. and lastly, you push you lips on his pink ones—furthering the kiss when you feel him smile against yours. your other hand sitting on his chest as you pull away. and despite the almost silent tone, you find that wriothesley has printed some words on your lips. which you read to be ‘i love you too’.

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"i want you more than any blue sky"

⇢ ˗ˏˋ [modern!] lyney x reader

content tags: weathering with you au, gn reader, fluff word count: 1.3k writer’s note: just finished watching this movie few nights ago and i couldn’t get the song out of my head ( ._. )"" i will say if you haven’t seen the movie some parts of this oneshot may not make sense, so proceed at your own choice! for those who do know lyney is sunshine boy :3

A quaint little garden awaits you on the rooftop of this abandoned building. Patches of weed and herbage invariably sprout from the cracks of the cemented floor, accompanied by the puddles of water that splash beneath your feet as you walk further in. Various flowers and green foliage find themselves planted in the strangest of potholders. Everything from regular clay plots, wooden crates, and colorful glass bottles to even the most outrageous thing like a bathtub.

Under the relentless rain, some flowers struggle withstanding such a downpour, their petals hanging limply as water pours. You can't help but feel bad that such delicate plants must endure such harsh weather. At least in your case, you had the protection of your umbrella to keep you dry.

Your attention then falls upon the rooftop corner where a small torii gate and makeshift shrine stand. With a piqued interest, you walk over, faintly brushing your hands on the surface and noticing how the red paint has peeled off, most likely due to the rain. The stone the shrine is built of remains coated in a thin layer of moss, now corroded over time.

"Ah! You made it!" the familiar exuberant voice of Lyney sounds from behind, turning to see him stepping onto the rooftop with a flower pot in hand, "I was worried you might've got lost on your way here."

"It's not that I got lost necessarily…"

Contrary to Lyney's belief, you could find this place quite easily. However, when the navigator app you made sure to follow closely deemed this place your destination, you couldn't hold back the sheer look of confusion on your face as you darted back and forth between the glowing screen of your phone and the withering building.

After all, among the surrounding buildings, all of which appear well maintained and more stable, this place stood out like a sore thumb. The brick walls were riddled with cracks and spray paint that had faded. Unpruned green vines ran rampant, having taken over the entire building completely. As you walked up the fire escape that seemingly creaked with each step, you were gripping the rusted railings for dear life.

So your delayed arrival was not due to the fact that you simply got lost, but more so a doubt in judgment.

Off to the side, you watched Lyney place down the pot amongst several others, pulling out a small packet of seeds from his jacket pocket and burying them beneath the damp soil. You never took him to be a gardener of sorts. But then again, he's always been regarded as someone who has many hidden depths about him. Perhaps this hobby of his was one of many you've yet to uncover.

"Is all this yours?" you ask.

Lyney hummed in response to your question. "Yup! I came across this place not that long ago and decided to make it something more. A private garden, if you will."

"And this is the 'big secret' you wanted to show me?" He nods, and a sigh escapes from you. "Well, you certainly picked a very…unique place to start a garden."

"If anything, it adds more character to the place. Besides, this city could use a bit more plant life."

"I think you're also failing to forget the fact that the air here is very polluted," you remark, briefly scanning the whole rooftop once more, "and I'm no gardener or anything, but don't you think it would have been better to plant these somewhere that's not raining all the time?"

A confident smile flashes across his face. "Don't worry. They'll get their daily dose of sunshine in just a bit here."

Confused by his words, you glance up at the sky—nothing but dark gray clouds engulfing the skies above, a sight you've long become acquainted with. Day in and day out, the sound of rain keeps you company during these cumbersome days in a bustling city that never comes to a standstill. And you'll brush it off; tell yourself that even the cascade of rain has its own kind of solace to it. But deep down, you know you're longing for those days of tender warmth of radiance once more.

"Lyney, enough with the jokes. You know that this cursed rain is never going to…"

The male pulls down his hood, ash blond hair getting dampened by the rain as he clasps his hands together with closed eyes. Gales of wind churn in a striking escapade all around you, causing you to shield your faces with your arms and tighten your hold on the handle of your umbrella. Then, you feel a sudden warmth against your skin. One you haven't felt in a long time.

Lowering your arms, you slowly open your eyes. It takes a moment for them to adjust themselves to the brightness shining down on you, but once they do, you see a mesmerizing spectacle—sunshine.

There was an innate charm and ethereal beauty to sunlight. It painted the world in honeyed tones, reflecting its soothing mellowness upon the wisps of parting clouds and golden arcing rays upon each water droplet, producing a wonderful mosaic of idyllic iridescence. It felt like you were in a mirage, moving your hand through the air and watching your fingers that cast shadows from the sunlight.

Beside you, Lyney can't help but laugh softly to himself at your expression, so full of awe and childlike wonderment as you become practically enraptured with the sun's ever-beaming glow. A stark contrast with the despondent demeanor you held just moments ago. The sunlight just manages to kiss your skin flawlessly and gives your eyes the right amount of glimmer, as if you were born to dwell under its radiance.

Drops of rainwater resembling the shape of tiny fishes begin to encircle him. There's another breeze that sweeps between you both, beginning to lift his feet off the ground and carry him towards the sky, a movement that you quickly catch out of the corner of your eyes, instantly thrown into a panic.

"Lyney!" Dropping your umbrella, you quickly grab hold of his wrist, suddenly in a tug-of-war battle with the wind and rain itself as you try to pull him back down while gusts of wind tousle at your hair.

He calls out to you, loud enough for you to hear as the wind viciously whirls between you two. When you finally manage to listen to him, you look up, and Lyney's expression immediately softens. This isn't his first time seeing you in a troubled state. Still, how your eyes stare up at him with such concern regarding his well-being and protection definitely caught his attention. How you're gripping him as if he'll disappear with the sun once the clouds shroud the city again.

He then brings his hand to yours, intertwining your fingers firmly and reassuringly. Your skin feels as cool as the bitter rain against his, and it seems to calm you down as if his hand's warmth seeps into you.

"Hey, look at me…" His gaze holds yours, now without wavering, coupled with his fond smile that always manages to set your racing heart at ease. "It's okay—trust me (name)..."

Those howling winds from before gradually settle down, now only brushing faintly across your cheek and murmuring softly in your ears. You search his pale violet eyes, looking for any sign of hesitancy or doubt, but all that's reflected back to you is a deep and pure sincerity. It's okay.

Like taking a leap of faith, your tightening grip on his hand softens, the piercing tension held throughout your body dissipating. You suddenly feel as light as a feather. For some reason, the ground below you looks to be getting further and further away from you. Just before that panic-stricken fear can find its way to you again, Lyney grabs ahold of your other hand, pulling you closer to him so that you can only focus on him.

Forget the ever-growing distant world below you; why not go on a grand escape into the endless azure skies above with him?

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miokki · 8 months

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ABOUT ME

✩ helloo and welcome to my blog. you can call me lynni or mio, the shortened version of my username. i really don’t have a preference.

✩ my pronouns are she/her and i’m 17. so please refrain from saying weird stuff, like i don’t mind suggestive shit but like creepy stuff yk.

✩ i’m an aspiring author. i love writing and i’m actually writing a book at the moment. tumblr is kinda just my place to practice story telling and also share my interests through it.

✩ i enjoy playing genshin impact, tears of themis and obey me (both of them but i haven’t gotten far into nightbringer so pls no spoilers). those are just the ones i really play a lot.

✩ i’m also a big rambler, i just really like sharing my thoughts. it’s kinda embarrassing because it shows through my writing.

✩ but anyway please enjoy my works and if you can pls reblog 🙏🙏 (i’m desperate) and i have more works on ao3. also feel free to request anything as long as it’s sfw.

✩ thanks for reading!!

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miokki · 8 months

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✦ WHEN YOU STUMBLE ON THEM SLEEPING

✰ synopsis: sumeru boys and their sleepy antics

✰ pairing(s): alhaitham, cyno, kaveh and tighnari x gn!reader (all seperate)

✰ content warnings: just fluff

✰ note: i actually wrote this in feb around alhaitham’s birthday so im trying to get my scraps out. also fyi i read @/mrpenguinpants’s green slumber recently is similar.

❈ ALHAITHAM

you had just gone over the summary for your newest assignment with alhaitham, who was dear enough to sit down in the house of daena and go over it with you. the assignment itself wasn’t particularly challenging, yet it didn't align with your interest in study. that was the main reason you asked your boyfriend to assist in your studies. yet from when you'd started your explanation to the time it took you to lift your head from the pages in your lap, you found your boyfriend slumped in his chair, as soft snores left his mouth.

you’re pretty confident in thinking that your voice wasn’t that boring, well, at least not to the greatness of making the acting grand sage alhaitham fall asleep. it was either that or the shiny new title had taken its toll on alhaitham much harder than you had anticipated. but being sure of alhaitham’s abilities, you'd doubt that your boyfriend wouldn’t let something like that beat him so easily. however, rather than dwelling on it, you put the pile of papers back down onto the table you were sitting on before settling back onto the table.

with alhaitham, defenceless under your regard, you decide to use every moment to further soak his features into your brain. his arms laying on both armrests as his head leaned off to the left. shamelessly watching from above as he bathed in the afternoon sunlight, which only seemed to enhance his glowing complexion. even after the longest time, you are still awestruck at how gorgeous and lovely he is. however, you were only able to truly appreciate this after he let go of his tight guard.

but still, there isn’t a single day you don’t remind yourself of it, not that you have to. it feels like you can’t pull your eyes away, stuck in a trance with him as your man focal point. that was, until you realise you've blown your horribly disguised cover for how sickeningly infatuated you are with him. alhaitham, now staring at you with both a surprised and an embarrassed expression on his face, his ears starting to redden before his eyes close again.

pulling yourself out of your daze, you slowly bring your hand to his cheek, softly caressing it. his skin soft as you feel your lover lean into your touch. dragging your thumb across his face as you watch his eyelashes fluttering, his eyes still shut. you notice a small smile sprawled across his lips, the upwards tug on alhaitham’s lips becoming apparent.

“i know you’re awake, pretty boy,” you tease, using your fingertips to gently move his hair covering his eyes.

alhaitham chuckles as he opens his eyes, crimson red and green, gazing into you. you look at him as he places his hand on top of yours, caging your hand on his face. the action feeling both needy and almost desperate. your boyfriend laughing inwardly before looking you in the eyes.

“let me indulge for a bit longer, just this once, habibti.”

❈ CYNO

the title ‘general mahamatra’ is a hefty title to uphold, many become overwhelmed by the responsibility, therefore, avoiding the title as a goal. yet cyno maintains it, and he does it well. so much so that it occasionally stresses you that your boyfriend doesn’t rest enough and might become overworked. albeit, a habit to visit him while he's working just to make sure he's okay. so when you come across him fast asleep in his office, you can’t help but sigh in relief, glad he’s resting up for once. sumeru’s general mahamatra deserves to slack off every once and a while, no? this is deeming that he does a vast majority of sumeru’s upkeeping.

quickly and quietly, you slip through the small gap between the wall and the door, the door slightly squeaking as it brushes against your chest before you get through. you sigh once you're inside and swiftly shut the door to cyno's office. observing your, your view the few nicely potted plants and the tall bookshelves in the back with hundreds of untouched books. and the centrepiece to complete; cyno’s desk, with him, slouched in his chair, arms crossed and his hat still on.

you don’t understand why the akademiya even bothered giving him an office. cyno is supposed outside for almost all of the day, the exception being when he comes back to report things that have happened throughout his duties. he enjoys being outdoors and in action. him, being inside the office defeats the purpose of being a matra. although it is a good place to cool down when the time is presented.

speaking of which, you’re feeling a bit brave today, enough so that you’ve chosen to approach the unconscious general. your body shifting around objects until you're behind his desk, standing beside his figure. keeping a close eye on him in case of any sign of consciousness.

unsurprisingly and one would debate, fortunately(me), you got distracted, your boyfriend being the distractant. spacing out, your only focus was cyno’s sleeping figure whose body moved up and down as he breathed. his lightly tanned skin putting you in a trance, remembering how you reminded him to moisturise for the thousandth time. and his sweet, sweet-toned abs that others swoon over while you are fortuitous enough to rest your head on every night whenever you two are home together relaxing.

it was only after a good five minutes of just marvelling at his abs do you decide to do the next big thing. take off his hat. the hat which was ever so kindly shadowing his facial features. slowly reaching out with your hand, grasping the thing in your hand before gently lifting off your boyfriend's hat.

“boo.”

cyno blatantly said, his monotone voice echoing off the patterned walls as well as your scream. his hat was surprisingly nowhere to be seen as it bounced onto the ground.

“archons, i think i died for a second. baby, that wasn’t funny,” you exclaimed.

“it was pretty funny,” he smiled, biting back a laugh.

“was not,” you mumbled, his arms welcoming you as you fell into his touch.

❈ KAVEH

you were just returning from work, the sun already setting as you arrived at your doorstep. today had been particularly tiring. while there was no problem at hand, your energy levels seemed unusually low. the only thing motivating you to finish well was your desire to go home, have a nice dinner and snuggle in bed with your boyfriend, kaveh, who often stays the night even if he didn’t get locked out of his shared home. even so, you found the man knocking at your door almost every two days, his keys suspiciously disappearing every time.

as this occurrence became a near routine, you decided to give kaveh the spare set of keys to your place. hoping that he would let himself in when you would work late and generally when you weren't available. although, when you first proposed the idea he was far from with it, saying he'll lose the keys like he does his own. it’s only when you dropped it in his hand, closed it up and held it promising to him that you wanted him to have it did he hesitantly agree.

and it's true, you do trust him, you've trusted him more than you ever have with someone. you trust him with the key to your home, not only because you love him but because your boyfriend has a kind heart. the kindest you've come to know and you couldn't dream of kaveh doing something to break your faith in him. besides, the interior of your home has never looked better, and it still feels like home despite the altercations.(fr)

speaking of which, you let out a loud sigh as you shut the front door behind you. kicking off your shoes as you announce your presence. however, you get no response. placing your things down, yelling out your lover's name this time, quietly listening for any signs of kaveh being here. but again nothing, making you think that you've been talking to the house the entire time instead of a person.

still not convinced, you search through all the rooms of your house until you catch a glimpse of blonde hair through the gap between the bedroom door. your eyes lighting up as you quickly walk closer, pushing the door open and walking in to see him sleeping sprawled out on top of the bedsheets. his back facing you as soft breathing filled your ears.

you've come to feel relieved whenever you see kaveh, his presence alone is enough to make your body relax naturally. your body unconsciously moves closer to him when he's nearby. you sigh as you sit beside his figure, the mattress sinking under your weight and the sheets rustling as your hands explore, eventually reaching his exposed back.

since the start of the relationship, you've gained a habit of running your hands across kaveh's skin, tracing shapes and letters into it. constantly drawing random words and shapes into any body part of his you had access to, obviously, if he let you. occasionally peppering kissing on the area as you doodle to your heart's content. as for this instance, your eye caught sight of his open back seeing as the perfect opportunity to trace the shoulder blade and draw little basic shapes.

kaveh secretly loves it. he loves that you make him feel special with your undivided attention solely on him, a smile appearing on his lips as he's under your gaze. he loves the drag of your fingertips against his skin, the warm touch calming him down. kaveh loves you as you draw stars into his sensitive skin, unbeknownst to the fact that he's awake as you whispering "i love you"s under your breath, loving that you secretly pine over him too.

❈ TIGHNARI

tighnari had been particularly worried about a certain deadline he had to meet. while he often does lectures at the akademiya, this specific class he’s been taking lectures for, hasn't been absorbing the lecture’s content as well as anticipated. therefore, his need to edit the coursework in a way the amurta students would both understand and fascinate them.

although, you wouldn't imagine your boyfriend being so concerned. perhaps it's due to the lack of idea of how to teach or that the new mightn't work either, yet he can’t seem to let it rest. sure it is normal for professors to worry a healthy amount about their students’ studies yet he almost seems obsessed with it. it's the only thing that has come out of his mouth all week.

as in you two are doing reports of the forests in pending health, and he avoids talking about anything but the upcoming lecture. oh? you’re trying to fill out some unfinished paperwork, tighnari is talking his head off about the plans he has. even when you finally think that you'll be free of his chatterings he still manages to mention it when the two of you are laying in bed.

while you do enjoy listening to your boyfriend’s most obscure ramblings you'd very rarely hold him against it's becoming more than something he's interested in. observing it now, it's now borderline obsessive. so much so that you've decided to put some distance between the two of you for now, opting to take another forest ranger’s patrol of the forest. this was in hopes that it would help you clear your mind and start a new leaf before speaking to your lover again.

taking a deep, much-needed breath, largely filling your lungs, letting your cheeks puff up before exhaling slowly. you shake your hands at your sides which seemed to be a nervous habit, and then push aside the leafy doors, calling out his name to announce your presence. However, to your surprise, you soon find him sound asleep, using a stack of papers as a pillow.

you gazed at him as his dark, silky locks of hair shined in the sun, his unreasonably, pale porcelain skin giving him a natural glow. the sight stopping you in your tracks for a few minutes just to admire his utterly cute face. yet the position tighnari was sitting in and the way your boyfriend was leaning over the desk seemed far from beneficial to both his posture and neck.

“nari, my love.” you hummed as you walked to his side.

you could only watch as your lover’s fluffy ears twitched in your direction due to the sweetness in your tone. yet you only hear a grumble and some squirming in his seat from the man.

“come on, hun.” you whisper as your left hand travels to his shoulder, your thumb rubbing back and forth into his skin.

tighnari lifts his head this time, his eyes barely open, hair sticking to his face and forehead only to see you looking with your gentle gaze he can never say no to.

“what time is it?” the man asks, rubbing his eyes and looking around.

your partner’s ears perk up when you giggle, smiling as he listens to your angelic voice, the sound always hitting his ears in the best way imaginable. his eyes lighting up and sparkling as soon as sees you smile.

“its afternoon now.” you reply, feeling him nuzzle into your touch when you run your free hand through his hair.

“why did you leave me for so long?”

“oh you know why.”

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# SUGAR COOKIES

✰ synopsis: christmas season is a means for sugar cookies

✰ character(s): albedo x gn!reader (pronouns aren’t mentioned), klee (platonic ofc)

✰ content warnings: just klee’s disoriented family dynamic?

✰ note: this was supposed to be a cute christmas oneshot but taylor swift started playing so—yeah

bzzzz… bzzzz…

albedo’s phone vibrates in his pocket, alerting the both of you. as a result, you look over to see your boyfriend standing up from one of the kitchen stools. turning to face you as he opens his mouth to speak, “love, can you get klee while i check on the cookies?” he asks as he walks over to the newly baked tray of sugar cookies. “of course,” you replied, walking straight down the hallway to the child's bedroom.

“klee, dear, the cookies have cooled down,” knocking on the door as you called.

it wasn't long before the door swiftly swung open revealing a little girl about to explode from excitement. her eyes sparkling from the sugary scent filling her nose. “hooray!” she exclaimed in a fit of enthusiasm as she ran out the door and into the kitchen area.

you seated yourself next to klee as albedo set out the assorted batch of cookies on a cooling tray. you stared at the variety of cookie shapes, which included Christmas trees, snowflakes, stars and somehow dodocos. you shrugged it off assuming that it was one of alice’s gifts to klee.

you never really got the family dynamic if you're being honest. you're not saying that there's anything wrong with it, it's just klee barely sees her mother. if it were you and your family, you sure you could cope but not like klee. the girl has never noticed anything wrong with it. you supposed that alice tries her hardest to keep her connection with her even if she’s not around most of the time.

coming back to your senses as albedo asked you if you wanted to decorate one. “yes, of course,” you smiled as you snatched a snowflake-shaped cookie from the tray along with an icing bag with blue-coloured icing inside. looking over at albedo and klee as they started decorating their selective cookies; albedo icing a star and to no one's surprise, klee, a dodoco.

by the time you three had finished icing klee returned to her room while you and albedo were left with twelve very different-looking cookies on the rack. you say that but it was obvious who had iced each one. klee’s being the three dodocos and albedo doing most of the stars and some of the christmas trees, while you did the leftovers.

you let out a sigh as you picked up the washcloth, getting reach to wipe the kitchen counter. as you turned on the tap to run the cloth under, you felt a familiar pair of arms wrap around your waist. you turned off the tap and rested your hand down like it was instinct. your body eased into his embrace, down his head on your shoulder as you swayed together in tune.

“what's on your mind, love?”

his cold breath on your neck made you wriggle in his arms, albedo always had that effect on you. you chuckled to yourself before replying, “i don’t know, it's just...” you paused, ringing out the cloth as a way to stall.

noticing your hesitation, albedo took your free hand in his, squeezing just a little as a means of comfort. “it’s okay, love, you can tell me,” he reassured, as she brought the back of your hand to his lips.

“i can’t, i,” you halted again.

“i’m just tired, that's all,” you shook your head, avoiding speaking your mind.

“i can tell you're worried, love,” albedo said as he spun you around to face him. you two moving closer and closer to each other before there was no longer a gap. just you two encased in each other's warmth.

“is it klee?”

you hummed into the crook of his neck. you breathed in to prepare yourself for what was to come, “don’t you think it's a little strange that alice might not be with her for christmas? i know klee never has any expectations but wouldn’t it be nice.” you confessed, looking up at your lover.

“don't doubt miss alice, she's always full of surprises. even then, klee’s a big girl, she can handle it.” albedo smiled.

“but big girls like klee still need their mother,” you said, attempting to reason with him.

“you're right,” he agreed before planting a kiss on your forehead. his fingers entwined in yours as he pulled away from your embrace. “come, let's go check on klee. she probably wants to taste the cookies by now.”

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‣ SUMERU M.LIST .ೃ࿐

✩ ALHAITHAM

✦ when you stumble on them sleeping

– sumeru boys and their sleepy antics

✩ CYNO

✦ when you stumble on them sleeping

– sumeru boys and their sleepy antics

✩ KAVEH

✦ when you stumble on them sleeping

– sumeru boys and their sleepy antics

✩ TIGHNARI

✦ when you stumble on them sleeping

– sumeru boys and their sleepy antics

✩ WANDERER (SCARAMOUCHE)

# chocolates

– valentine’s day with you secret high school sweetheart

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# CHOCOLATES

✰ synopsis: valentine’s day with your secret high school sweetheart

✰ character(s): scaramouche x gn!reader, tartaglia

✰ content warnings: nothing

✰ note: happy late valantine’s day! (i forgot to post it yesterday) also if it seems a little rushed it is bc it is. school!au btw.

if there was anything scaramouche hated more than sweet things, it was the day that seem to be filled with them. valentine’s day always repeats itself for the boy, at least since he started high school that is.

this year appeared to be no different, he could already see the first waiting for him at his locker with a box of chocolates. in past years, scaramouche would’ve tried to refuse gifts but after weighing up his options, he’s found that it’s easier to just accept people's gifts rather than outright refuse. the tactic has been working well as he now has fewer problems and the people appear to be okay after the initial rejection.

even after three valentine's days of countless confessions and an overload of flower petals he still has no clue what to do with all the chocolates. he’s figured out what to do with all the teddy bears and he just keeps flowers at home. yet there’s nothing that comes to mind when he needs to get rid of the leftover chocolate his mother won’t even eat. and as much as he hates chocolate or any kind of sweets for that matter, he hates to see food go to waste.

as of right now, scaramouche is eating by himself while working on something in his homeroom. it’s one of the only places he can find escapism at this moment in time due to his popularity amongst the girls. scara doesn’t get it. he doesn’t get why most of the girls at the high fawn over him, he isn’t anything out of the norm. but what do they know? all they see is some boy that always trails behind that group at school. coincidentally, childe doesn’t get it either, he is just as aloof as any other of the loners at this school. the only difference is that he's conventionally attractive.

“how many do you have so far?” childe asks as he barges into the room

scara lifts his gaze to see the redhead gleaming at him from across the room while walking up to his desk.

“23 girls and one boy,” the boy answered as he looked childe up and down.

“a boy too? damn, i'm jealous, i've only managed four and not a single boy in sight,” the tall one whined as he leaned himself against the desk beside scaramouche’s.

“i can see why there hasn't. you act more interested in mr zhongli than any of your classwork.”

“don't start getting cocky with me. i am the sole reason you can eat in peace.”

scaramouche chuckles, “so what did you end up doing?”

childe watches as scara takes another bite into his sandwich before relaxing back into his chair. he hasn’t been in this good of a mood since his mother came back from her trip with her girlfriend. even before, scara has never been this friendly towards him, not that he minds it of course. he's enjoying the conversation they're sharing. childe just wishes that he could see this side of him more often.

“ah. i didn't do much, i just told your fangirls that you were hanging around the fountain on the south side of the school. i have no idea why you'd hang there but they believed it.”

scara sighs, “i told you before, they're not my fangirls,” the dark-blue-haired boy glared.

“but it's true!” the tall boy exclaimed.

“they squeal when you walk past and when i told them you were near the fountain they fucking ran. i swear if you started selling posters of your face they'd sell them out in an instant. it’s like you’re whole of one direction to them. i wouldn't blame (name) if they ever got jealous.”

despite the last sentence being mumbled, scaramouche heard just enough to freeze. he’s sure he didn’t slip up, well not in any area he is aware of. perhaps you told childe, but you rarely even talk to scara himself during the school day so that isn't an option.

“what? you look like you've seen a ghost. you aren't that hard to figure out scara. your eyes drag when they're close by, you never give anyone that time of day,” the redhead explains.

“anyway,” childe sighs as he gets up from the desk, “hey you wouldn't mind if I take a few boxes from your stash, i wanna give something to tonia, teucer and anthon.”

“all yours.”

“thanks, buddy,” the orange-headed boy smiled as he ruffled scaramouche’s hair.

scaramouche waved him off as he exited the room, which left him in this lone classroom. the boy sighed as he started to settle back down into what he was originally doing. picking back up his pen to start writing until he was interrupted once again.

knock, knock.

looking over for the second time to see you poking your head through the doorway. “childe told me you here by the way.” you beam as you let yourself in. it makes his heart flutter; your smile. it’s sweet, the genuine kind, as opposed to chocolate which needs sugar to mask its bitterness. to him you’re like dark chocolate. the kind that isn’t overly sweet. and though still bitter, that's the part he enjoys most.

“do you want some?” scara offered as he waved the assorted box of chocolates in front of you. “i got them on the way here,” the boy clarified just in case. “sure,” you shortly responded before snatching the box from his grasp. “so you told childe?” you asked as you started to tear the plastic wrapping around the box. “i didn't tell him anything,” he begins as you inspect the packaging of the chocolate. turning over the box you notice the price sticker is still on.

“wait, 10,000 mora?” the boy pauses his explanation to look at you, “kuni, your fangirls are treating you so well. you should go thank them,” you teased as you placed one of them in your mouth. “mmh, I will say, they’re are worth at least half of all that mora, the texture is lovely.”

the upturned corners of scara’s lips are now apparent as he watches you devour most of the chocolate. he’s glad you enjoyed them otherwise he wouldn’t know who else to turn to. in all honesty, scaramouche feels strange, this year valentines aren’t like all those years before. he still is bombarded with tens and tens of gifts however he has someone to go to after school rather than home alone this year. and though he is at peace, he still has one more thing on his mind.

“do my uh— fan.. girls bother you?” the boy blurts out.

you almost spit out your chocolates yet you end up choking on them instead. after calming down you decide to speak, “is that what's been on your mind the entire time? don't tell me. did childe say something that made you think that?”

“n-no.”

quickly, you get up from your seat to wrap your arms around your boyfriend's slim figure, “aw my poor baby, there's no need to worry.” you pout, your body hanging over his shoulders.

“i wasn't worried,” scara denies.

“aww, my prince was worried. there's no nothing to be ashamed of, i'll have you know i have my own set of fangirls, so if you were to be worried i’d hope it would be that instead.” scara only shakes his head in shame before taking the last chocolate from the box. notably faster than you did. “I thought you said you didn't like sweet things.” you questioned, raising him a brow as you waited for a response.

“i don't but this one's dark chocolate.”

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‣ MONDSTADT M.LIST .ೃ࿐

✩ ALBEDO

# sugar cookies

– christmas season is a means for sugar cookies!

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# SUGAR COOKIES

✰ synopsis: christmas season is a means for sugar cookies

✰ character(s): albedo x gn!reader (pronouns aren’t mentioned), klee (platonic ofc)

✰ content warnings: just klee’s disoriented family dynamic?

✰ note: this was supposed to be a cute christmas oneshot but taylor swift started playing so—yeah

bzzzz… bzzzz…

“klee, dear, the cookies have cooled down,” knocking on the door as you called.

“what's on your mind, love?”

“i can’t, i,” you halted again.

“i’m just tired, that's all,” you shook your head, avoiding speaking your mind.

“is it klee?”

“don't doubt miss alice, she's always full of surprises. even then, klee’s a big girl, she can handle it.” albedo smiled.

“but big girls like klee still need their mother,” you said, attempting to reason with him.

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