Cloud Shows Up With A Kitty In His Hands That He Found ABANDONED On The Street What Do You Do

sea salt ice cream >>>>

wishing to see him drink caprinas in his small form

heres a kingdom hearts inspired sketch bc i think he's eating sea salt ice cream in his splash art (coping)

memories of you.

pairing. dan heng il x gn. reader.

summary. over the course of time, even the brightest memories fade — yet you still cling onto something long forgotten by the other.

notes. supposed to be sleeping rn but this just hit me lol it’s kinda short and unedited but likes and reblogs are appreciated!!

You don’t know what hurts more. 

The years you’ve spent apart, or the realisation you’re confronted with, as you come face to face with someone you had long thought to be buried by past memory. 

“Dan Feng?” 

His name comes to your mind — your lips, almost instantaneously, its utterance one of disbelief as you look upon him. You know of the sin he’s committed, and the life he was consigned to within a prison of stone. 

He shouldn’t be here. 

His rebirth had been his escape, his liberation. It gave him a chance to chase freedom — traversing across worlds and the astral seas, without so much of a look at the past he’s left behind him. 

Yet a part of you wishes he did, to hope that he had at least thought of you, to hold some form of sentimentality towards what had once been his home, and the memories cumulated over a thousand years. 

Because you’ve never truly let him escape your memory — his image still haunts you, his name still spoken amongst the stories of old within the Xianzhou. How were you to forget such a person like him? 

But it appears he does not share such sentiments, regarding you coolly, the hope you had held onto crumbling just as quickly, with a single confession upon his lips. 

“I am not Dan Feng.” 

It’s unshakable, the look in his viridian eyes, that holds no semblance of recognition towards you, his cold gaze dismissively passing over you as if you were another cloud knight in his midst. The words aren’t even directed at you — there’s no acknowledgement of your existence. 

The general beside you sighs. You can’t bring yourself to look at him — you can already feel the pitying look he’s cast in your direction. 

There’s a sinking feeling of further disappointment in your chest as he brushes past you, paying you no mind. You can only stand aside and watch him and Jing Yuan converse. You wonder what it is that you look like to him — just another bewildered soldier under the famed general’s command. 

You’re not someone important. But you feel an aching tug on your heart just the same, as the general lets out a soft chuckle at the vidyahara’s words. 

It’s bittersweet really. 

You can picture the same moment from centuries ago, where this hadn’t been such a lonesome reunion beneath grey monotone skies, surrounded by ghosts of the past. 

The skies were clear then, joined by the laughter of a group. And Dan Feng, he had laughed with you, raising a cup in toast. But it’s been reduced to a mere echo in your ears, something you occasionally imagine hearing as you reminisce on memories that only you’re left to hold within your heart. 

It hurts you to see him deny his own existence — to deny the past intertwined with it. And when he finally turns away from Jing Yuan to glance back at you with those eyes of his, it’s an almost familiar scene. 

Yet his eyes are glassy, devoid of light. 

“Who are you?” 

You can only look at him sadly with a tight lipped smile. 

( A faint memory emerges of the day he had confessed against a similar landscape, and he had looked at you with such devout emotion in his eyes. )

For you stand hundreds of years in the future — now strangers to one another, and a forgotten history between you. You’ve been brought back to the beginning again, as if this world is following the cycle of his rebirth, this the first introduction to the one who has no memory of you. 

“I’m… Y/N.” 

It somehow sounds like a final farewell to you — to all you know, as he silently nods. 

“I am Dan Heng.” 

Dan Feng is never mentioned again. He shoots you a blank look when you open your mouth to repeat a name that is long known to be dead to him. He shakes his head and merely repeats the same phrase, voice weighed with dull sincerity. “I am Dan Heng.” 

You sigh, your shoulders slumping. “I’m sorry.” 

It seemed nothing would get through to him. 

You can’t help but still see flickers of him within this new incarnation. He looks as if he’s been plucked from a moment in your memories, as if he was just the high elder of the Vidyahara, quietly gazing into the distance of the Scalegorge waterscape. 

He’s so close, yet so far from the man you once knew.  

You want to believe there is still some fragment of his past self buried within him, but you know that to be a selfish wish. How could you presume to know him after centuries of silence? 

He’s changed. And you’re still just clinging onto a past you cannot let go of — these memories of him. 

Perhaps it’s because you never had a chance to truly say goodbye, your final partings torn away from you alongside the moments where you had been happiest — for they mean nothing when they no longer exist in the mind of the other. 

You don’t want to say those words of farewell. And he doesn’t want you to hold on. 

As to him, he must look back on them as moments of grief, each building up to that final act of transgression. You may not have witnessed the brutality of this world, but he had seen it fall apart before his very eyes — and attempted to piece it back together with his own hands. It’s cost him more than you can presume to imagine. 

He doesn’t want to go back to that. 

He’s paid the price a thousand times over, so much he’s forgotten why. He doesn’t need a cause to remember the pain. 

‘Dan Heng’ doesn’t want to hear any of it, not even when you walk through the place that was once his home, of the history deeply rooted here. Rather, his eyes are constantly drifting to the sky above, where a cluster of stars twinkle in the sky. 

You can tell he wishes to return elsewhere. 

He’s left this world behind long ago — his heart no longer lies here, given up the day he had gone against the principles of life and death that bind your species. 

Perhaps you won’t forget him. 

But to him, you’re a distant memory to the countless futures he’s to live. 

i'm so dumb i thought i replied and i DIDNT. HOLIDAYS??? I'M SO JEALOUS FR. i've been busy XD but i've been playing final fantasy 7 rebirth and just coping throughout school (its been awful). but you can do it!!! i believe in you<3 also very happy cause i got aventurine in hsr and he's become a new fav so im just overall in a good mood LOL just wish i also could have pulled luocha too... but i got an internship so i'm super excited but i've basically been the same as i always have XD i've been okay!! i feel like i just rambled oops... anyway what's been new? :0

lune, your new carrd looks so pretty<3 i love it omgggg, how have you been? feels like it's been forever 🤧

aaah thank you sky <33 hsjsbd it has been a while but i’ve been doing alright! i’m currently on holidays haha but once i go back to school the grind must start again 😞😞

hbu? hope you’ve been doing okay :)

i came to annoy you with a dumb joke

what do you call a bee that comes from america OH MY GOD I HEAR THE ICE CRWAM TEUSK

ANSWER THE QUESTION

how to answer because my brain is SO SLOW

ameribee?? 😭 please respond idk what the punch line is

Always Forever — Hajime Iwaizumi

summary: A lot can happen in a year, and you don’t understand that until you meet Iwaizumi.

warnings: timeskip! cursing, fluff to angst, no pronouns mentioned, I tried to make it as gender neutral as possible but if it doesn’t sound as such pls lmk, sexual content (only for a moment, oral lol), 16+ only pls, hope you enjoy it

genre: fluff & angst all in one (a pinch of smut)

word count: 2.7k

a/n: i had a dream abt the first month and it turned into a work that I spent too long working on lmao, hope you enjoy it <3

     It's August when you and Iwaizumi cross paths for the first time.

You've a scowl on your face as you walk to your university's office to file a complaint about your awful professor. He had said something too ignorant that pissed you off; seeing how Hajime visibly scoffed at the comment let you know you weren't the only one.

"Thanks," you mumble out when someone holds the door open for you. Your eyes meet those of Hajime's. His olive eyes gaze at you curiously, silently asking if you were doing the same as him.

You give him a soft frown, as if to say yes, and he offers one back.

After the two of you file your respective complaints, you part your separate ways, but not before you offer a nod — an understanding, an agreement, an alliance.

     It's September when you start to take notice at how Hajime towers over most people, what with his impressive stature, and how broad his shoulders are with muscular arms to match. He was tan and fit, and you decided that he was quite the eye-candy.

Still, you don't make a move on him, other than occasionally allowing yourself to appreciate a handsome man when you saw one. After all, Hajime just seems out of your league, if league's were a thing.

It's not that you think of yourself as the most revolting thing to have walked the earth (not all the time, at least), but it would be a lie to say you don't notice how your classmates gawk at Iwaizumi like a piece of meat.

     Not to mention that Hajime has an impressive resting bitch face.

     It seems as if all the notions you once heard — or believe yourself — about Hajime Iwaizumi become increasingly more important to you. In fact, anything dealing with him starts to stand out to you like a blinking red light.

Suddenly, it's as if the blinking red light shatters when he walks over to you one day after class and asks if he could borrow your notes.

It's October when find out Hajime, in all his buff, resting bitch face glory, is quite friendly. October consists of him making multiple appearances in the following weeks of your life.

     He starts walking you to your next class, having extra time himself. The two of you would talk about your days, your plans, your friends. You discover things about Hajime, like his love for volleyball and his best friends back in Japan and in Argentina.

You enjoy many aspects of Hajime Iwaizumi, from his sense of humor to his diction and spiky hair to even his way of cursing. He interests you so much that a large of part of you wants more than just silly comments about your professor.

     Sometimes he would even go as far as walking you back to your car, which had quickly become a part of your day that you looked forward to. The sun would set after your class, leaving the sky with an apricot hue and you with another opportunity to stare at the olive eyes that seemed to leave you absolutely scorched when met with yours.

How could you resist him?

Things between you only grow even further when he starts inviting you to places. The first had been with a group of friends to have dinner, and then it was just him and you going out for brunch.

The next thing you know, you and Hajime show up to a Halloween party in coordinating costumes as you try to find something to look at other than the blush on his face when someone asks how long the two of you have been dating.

It's November when Hajime kisses you outside your car. His lips are soft against yours. It's everything you hoped it would be, and before you can fall even further into him, he pulls away from you quickly.

"I'll be gone in a year." Hajime warns quietly, olive eyes gazing at you intently. His breath is warm against your skin, lips hovering over yours. "That's all we have."

     "That's all I need." you tell him and close the distance between you.

It's a decision made with haste, but one without regret. Perhaps you don't think all the factors of being with Hajime carefully enough, but all you know is that youve never wanted anything more than him.

It's December when you realize you how cold winter truly is. Maybe it's because spending the holiday as an adult is still foreign to you, or maybe it's because you've never felt an absence as strongly as you did Hajime's.

      You don't realize how much you adore him until he returns to Japan for the holiday to visit his family. It's an unwelcome feeling that follows you around for the next 3 weeks of his absence, and you understand that there would be a time when Hajime wouldn't come back to you.

Hajime and you have multiple phone calls through the following days. Most of them consist of one of you heading to bed and the other barely waking up. He calls you his own personal alarm clock when you call him one evening, which sends a giddy feeling your way as strange as it may sound.

It's January when you get Hajime to strip his clothes and jump into a freezing lake with you. Being with him is nice, exciting. Despite him being reliable, honest, and considerate, there's never a dull day with him.

He takes you out for breakfast at 4 in the morning just because he likes watching you try and fail at staying awake. He indulges your desire to pretend break-up at a store just to give the employees something to talk about.

You convince him to get a tattoo of Mickey Mouse at 8 in the morning after a long night of binge-watching Disney movies. You manage to get him to take one (1) anger management class out of spite of losing an argument.

     It's February when you figure out that his dominance doesn't waiver behind closed doors. Hajime, under all his polite and hardworking character, is a fucking menace who keeps you up all night to pull every ounce of pleasure from you.

Your sweet, considerate Hajime, who used to ask before even thinking of kissing you, who used to turn red at seeing your shirt ride up when you removed your sweater, uses his image as a humble man to hide the fact that he would take as much as he could get from you, take as much as you let him.

You find this out when one thing leads to another, and after a night of drinking Hajime's head is buried between your thighs like he was meant to be there. He's efficient and agonizingly slow, as if to savor the moment, to savor you. And, sometimes you have to beg him to move, to do something, anything.

“I like when you beg.” he says, leaving a kiss on the inside of your thigh. “You look pretty when you do.”

     It doesn't take long for him to adjust to your body, to know what gets you flustered and hot, what makes you squirm under him, what makes you scream his name.

     You didn't know it was humanly possible to feel so good, but it's not the first time Hajime seems to have defied your perception of reality.

It's March when you're on Cloud 9 where no one else can reach. Hajime and you are attached by the hip, always laughing at something — maybe at each other — or at the park feeding bread to ducks, or just anywhere with each other.

     Being with Hajime is still new for you. The feelings of euphoria you feel with him's something you've never experienced before. His way of talking, his way of walking, his way of sitting and studying makes you feel heavy.

You've never felt this way for someone. His presence consumes you. You feel like you won't be able to function without him. The thought of anyone with who can hold that much power over you scares the living shit out of you.

Your friends warn you that he's a bad influence, that you're better off without him in the end. Sometimes you think they're right, but even if Hajime isn't forever, you can't forgive yourself for passing by the opportunity to know him, to love him.

Even if Hajime is a bad influence on you, you don't care because you'll cherish anything he gives you — good or bad. And, after all, a year is all you have.

It's April when Hajime wags a finger in your face and says, "Hey, don't say I didn't warn you." He says it in retaliation of you losing at cup pong after he tells you he’s never lost a game, and certainly not in the way you take it initially.

You roll your eyes with a grin, not bothering to give a damn that you lost. You get to see his smile, after all. “How could I forget?" If he notices how the light in your eyes dims, the way your face falters the slightest, he doesn't mention it.

The truth is — how can you? How can you fail to recognize the dark feeling of him leaving you forever? It's in the agreement in bold letters. Hajime's departure from your life is as inevitable as the seasons changing.

It was probably a horrible idea to have ever even gotten involved with him, but you love him. God, you love him. And, if you absolutely had to get your heart crushed by someone, you choose Hajime Iwaizumi to do it.

You know he feels it, too. He kisses you fast now, hard and messy, meeting the corner of your lips instead. He kisses you like you're his only source of oxygen in outer space.

You can feel it in the way he fucks you, sloppy and erratic and rough. Snapping his hips into you, plowing into you like his life depends on it. Like it's the last time.

And, you can't help but think one day it will be.

It's May when reality sets in. Your relationship surpasses what it used to be, and it feels like you'll die if you aren't with Hajime, if you waste even a minute of your time left together.

Desperate. That's the word. You and Hajime become desperate, living off each other like addicts. It's like thinking the sun would stay forever when you know the moon is bound to return.

     You don't mind that the both of you are fighting a battle none of you will win. You don't care that you both look pathetic. Because you're in love with him.

You can't ask him to stay, and he can't ask you to go back with him. It's selfish to ask, and even more selfish to expect the answer you want to hear. Love makes people blind to reality, and neither of you have ever been an exception to that.

And, there's fights about it. About why a year together isn't enough. About how it would never be enough. About why he even considered giving you borrowed time when you would have to pay the price in the end.

Hajime's definitely the angrier of the two of you — he always has been. Though, his rage has never been directed toward you. It doesn't take long for the both of you to realize fighting is futile in some situations.

It's June when you throw Hajime a birthday party. It's nothing big, just a few of his friends and yours in your decorated apartment. You think you know him well enough, but that idea shatters when 3 people walk through your door.

Hanamaki, Mattsun, and Oikawa are unlike any other people you've met. You thought you and Hajime had fun banter, but after meeting his friends you question your ability.

They bring out a different side of Hajime, one where all he does is scold them, where he's red in the face, one you think he likes. It’s a side of him you can't help but laugh at.

"I’m glad they came." you tell him at 6 in the morning when all the guests have gone home, with the exception of the 3 idiots who take shelter camped out in your small, but homey, living room. “I like them.”

Hajime snorts, finally getting into your bed after the eventful day. You open your arms, and he wastes no time in finding his place on your chest, nestling into you. A perfect fit.

    "They're annoying. Don't even get me started."

You rub his back with a sleepy smile, taking notice of the shiver only you can pull out of him. "I think they're funny." you say to him. "I like their banter."

"Of course you do." Hajime chuckles, disguising his laughter with a scowl. You've gotten used to that habit of his. "Idiots can't help but band together, you know."

You laugh. "No wonder you're friends with them."

“Yeah, alright.” he scoffs sarcastically, admitting defeat. "I’d tell you to go to sleep, but that’s if you can.”

You quirk a brow and tilt your head to him. “What’s that mean?”

“Mattsun snores like there’s no tomorrow.” he replies causally, stifling a yawn.

“Must’ve picked it up from you.” you comment, earning a poke to your stomach in retaliation.

“If you manage to get some sleep, you’d better be ready for Hanamaki’s awful singing in the morning.” Hajime warns. He says it lovingly, and you think it’s the only way he knows how. “And, watch out for Shittykawa.”

You shut your eyes. “Why?”

“He’s a bitch in the mornings.”

It's July when Hajime spends the summer by your side, doing whatever the hell you feel like. Going to the park and reading books under a tree. Going to the beach to get sunburnt and buying ice cream after to compensate. Going to the library just to make out.

Conversation about what he would do back in Japan is a common topic. You welcome it with a sad smile. What else are you to do? Beg him to stay the last minute?

You cherish your time with Hajime. You always would. But, you won't hold him back. Not when he's meant for such greatness. The fall comes around again, just as you knew it would, just as you feared it would.

It's the day of his departure when you promise yourself you won't cry and make it worse than it has to be for him. You do exceptionally well, but when Hajime refuses to let you out of his arms, things become a whole lot harder.

     You try to burn the soft thumping of his heartbeat into your memory. You don't want to forget his touch, his smell, his laugh. You don't want to forget anything.

“Why didn’t you ask me to stay?” he murmurs against your head, rubbing your back in circles. There’s no malice in his voice when he asks, but your heart still aches at the sound.

“For the same reason you didn’t ask me to go.” you say, shutting your eyes as to not let your tears fall. “How could I ask more of you when you wasted your last year to be with me when you could’ve been somewhere else, anywhere else?”

He’s quiet a moment.

You think there’s nothing left to say. It’s never been a matter of what’s right or wrong, after all. Sometimes as much as you desperately want one, there’s no correct answer to things, and you’re okay with that.

He gave you what little time he had left, and you took it gratefully. Even if you would be left stranded in an airport with tears in your eyes and have to drive yourself back to the apartment where you had built so many memories with him, you would make that decision again and again and again if it meant you had him for even 10 minutes more.

Hajime calls your name, urging you to look at him.

You pull back slightly to gaze at him. “What is it?”

His lips meet yours. The kiss is different from the others. It’s gentle and soft and slow. His hand travels up your back, pressing you into his sculpted chest. It leaves your body feeling warm and your heart beating faster than before.

Hajime pulls back after some time, gazing at you with a soft smile and tears in his olive eyes. “I didn’t waste a thing.”

note: would’ve named it 365 days if it wasn’t for that shower & boat scene 😟

I’m sorry Cody but I had no choice

say you'll remember me.

pairing. jingyuan x gn. reader.

summary. you've disregarded time long enough, and now there's a million things both of you have yet to say, but the other is slowly fading away — so much, you've become utterly unrecognisable to one another.

Time kills just as ruthlessly as any other weapon — death is a mercy, now that you’ve seen what other horrors have been brought from forsaking one’s humanity for the price of more time.

You’ve become a victim to such yourself, the curse that had been passed down from your ancestors mistakes, have finally caught up to you.

You hate them for it, all this pain you now suffer, of the petals having begun to crawl their way up your throat, and the hacking coughs riddle your body. Those words of a ceaseless hatred repeat within your mind, as they suffocate you — drowning you in a sea of these cursed flowers.

Such affliction kills you slowly, tearing apart your body and mind, as you can only accept your inevitable descent into madness. Your thoughts are already a jumble of anger and regret, as you look down at the sprouting growths that have spread over your body. It disgusts you, to even look upon your face in the mirror, which is far beyond recognisable.

You don’t know what you even are anymore. You don’t know anything. Pain has taken over your entire body, each movement tearing into a part of you — you cannot think of anything beyond it. It’s all a blur, you cannot focus on anything except your own anguish, the world having faded to obscurity around you.

You’ve started to forget. You feel your grip on the precipice that is your own mind slipping.

You think you would rather rip your own throat out and bring an end to this suffering, because you know there is no cure. In the thousands of years you’ve been around, no one has found one. Yet the healers still believe they can, that they are close.

You want to die already. They’re clinging to a fool’s hope, forcing you to cling to life — a life you no longer can stand to live.

But you’re chained to a bed as a precaution, unable to rise nor speak, silently suffering, your thoughts unbeknownst to the two people who circle around you — a small purple Vidyadhara, who feeds you spoonfuls of random concoctions, and a silver-haired man who looks at you each time with pained sorrow in his golden eyes.

You want to say something, because it hurts, each moment you spend here; except nothing escapes your lips but a muffled sob. The male reaches out as if in response, but his arm is smacked away by the healer. He shouts something indiscernible — perhaps it was your name.

You don’t remember. You don’t remember his name either. But it was the faintest shred of familiarity.

Strangely enough, you feel a surge of unprovoked anger at the Vidyadhara girl who had pushed you apart. A sudden burst of strength courses through you as if in response, writhing against the chains that hold you down, reaching for him.

He’s still looking at you, but he’s drawing back — recoiling, and you feel as if you’re being pulled away from your last remaining anchor of familiarity, your fingers slipping away from these memories, your extant shreds of humanity. You want to call out his name, but you don’t remember.

You want to remember. Yet you only know flashes of pain and rage, constrained by these chains — they bind you to this earth, this reality of suffering.

You sound as if you’re screaming your outrage to the heavens itself, a strangled noise escaping you as a wave of madness takes you, blindly lunging for him to no avail — all while Jingyuan can only watch in stunned silence.

It hurts him to see you in this way, but sometimes, Jingyuan is grateful for those chains. It’s a reminder of restraint to himself, for he wants nothing but to hold you and whisper reassurances in your ear, yet it’s with resignation, he knows it won’t do anything to help you.

He doesn’t know what you would do anyway — you’ve grown unpredictable. Some days, you lie completely still in contemplative silence, your eyes glazed over and blank, while others you’re thrashing around, threatening to snap the chains that bind you.

The look in your eyes is animalistic, feral even. There’s barely a hint of recognition within them.

Everytime you lock eyes with him, his heart sinks further into desolate hopelessness. He knows you’re unable to see him in the same light you once did, your memories of him ruptured by the mara that tears you apart in both mind and body. Your reaction to his touch is something of a stranger’s.

He’s lived too long, seen too many deaths, watched as those close to him perish as well, none of them immune to the madness that stemmed from their own roots. It finds a new way to hurt him every time, as he thinks of his mentor Jingliu, and the remainders of the high cloud quintet — all who’ve met such violent ends.

Sometimes, he wishes it was him that had gone mad alongside them. It hurts far more to witness it all from the side, unable to do anything — nothing had struck him in the heart as much as you had.

You’ve lived forever in his memory since the day you first met, and he still remembers that day, among so many others. He reminisces upon them, as you are before him.

It’s been so long since he’s heard your laughter, much less see you smile.

He wants to stand under the sunset again, amongst that field of marigolds with nothing but the feel of the autumn wind blowing through his hair, and your hand in his. And when you had laughed, it was like music to his ears, the merry tinkling of bells — you were simply exquisite, breathtaking beneath the golden light of the setting sun.

He remembers placing a flower in your hair, brushing it back as he had kissed you. Your lips tasted like honeyed wine, addicting and divine — Jingyuan could barely bring himself to part with you, after having savoured such for so many years. If he had known what would soon befall you, he would’ve never let go, memorised every inch of you.

You’ve never had enough time.

It’s one of his fears. That one of you is left to persist in eternity, having to bear witness to the other fall victim to the mara that inevitably overtakes all of you. To live in regret, left to carry nothing but memories within an empty heart.

But not the greatest.

Jingyuan remembers you asking this too, laying in his lap as you had gazed upon the stars in the sky above.

"What's your greatest fear?" you had asked, back when this future hadn’t yet become your reality.

It had all seemed like a distant dream then, when you had eternity stretching out before you. But how quickly such illusions of time had been shattered, these statements turned true.

"To be forgotten," he replied. "But not just that. To be forgotten by a person who I could never forget."

But even you have forgotten that.

Hi, how are u? If u don't mind, may I request *any genshin characters* with a short female reader who also has a short temper?

໒⦂ 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐂𝐒.

notes. hello anon! i’m okay, bit stressed but thank you for asking! i hope you’re doing well<3 i wasn’t sure on who to do and whether or not you had a preference for girls or boys — so i mixed them up :’) chose headcanon format since it was better suited, enjoy!

genre. chaotic + fluff

ft. alhaitham, ajax ( tartaglia / childe ), ayato kamisato, miko yae, lisa minci

short female! reader.

     ➫    𝓐𝗟𝗛𝗔𝗜𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗠   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗ you know what’s even more frustrating than living with alhaitham? it’s reaching the top shelf when you want to grab books.

⌗ that “feeble” ass scholar put the books of your favorite genre up on the highest tier because he doesn’t read them as often and prefers having his usual picks within reach.

⌗ ..or he just did it to hear you call out to him to come grab them off the shelf because kaveh is so nitpicky about moving furniture. meaning that in grabbing a chair or stool for leverage, you would risk an argument between the married couple, with the accusations going towards alhaitham, rather than you.

⌗ drama, basically. so you try to avoid it at the expense of your own dignity. and you SWEAR every time you call the scribe over, he’s got this silent, but smug aura about him and the faintest smirk. because oh, he knows what it does to that burning flame of frustration inside you.

⌗ sometimes he might grab the book and act as though he’s handing it to you before lifting it over your head, and it’s like a declaration of war.

⌗ “not funny, scribe.”

⌗ “to you.”

     ➫    𝓐𝗝𝗔𝗫   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗ thought alhaitham was bad? think again.

⌗ tartaglia is a teasing little shit when it comes to your vertically challenged self, always walking up and coming to pat your head or drape his arm ( sometimes even body ) on you with this innocent smile on his lips ( don’t be fooled ). meanwhile you’re struggling to bear his weight. smh.

⌗ if he ever does something to infuriate you, it usually ends with you pulling him down by the collar of his shirt to give him a piece of your mind. meanwhile he’s just laughing it up, which makes you all the more flushed and annoyed.

⌗ he likes to come up from behind you and babble or coo in your ear about how compact you are in his arms, teasing you with his words since it flusters you. your voice would pick up in pitch when tartaglia does this, and he only chuckles before peppering kisses all over you.

⌗ if there’s something you can’t quite reach and he witnesses you struggling to grab it, he’ll sneak up and pick you up to offer the leverage you need. of course it startles you when he does this, while he’s just holding you up simba style ( yes, yes he would do this ).

⌗ when he comes home from work, no matter how tired he might be, he rushes to your shared bedroom and spoons you, cooing a cheesy nickname and sweet nothings while he cuddles you.

⌗ “aw come now~ it’s only the truth that you’re my little munchkin<3 i could just eat you up!”

     ➫    𝓚𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗔𝗧𝗢 𝓐𝗬𝗔𝗧𝗢   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗ another menace, what is up with hydro men istg..

⌗ he’s usually subtle about things, sly when he teases you about your height. you could be going off on him about something while he’s just doing the closed eye smile. but you swear there’s a smugness behind it that he hides TOO DAMN WELL.

⌗ purposely has things just SLIGHTLY out of reach to hear you call out to him for his help, as you’d be left with way of getting what you need without the help of your adoring boyfriend!

⌗ it takes a sigh and his name before he’s sauntering over, well aware of what you’re going to ask of him. and you struggle each time to get the words out, as the ice holding your pride thins even further.

⌗ yet he still asks what you called him over for, JUST to hear the words. “yes darling? what did you need me for?” there’s the SLIGHTEST emphasis on ‘need’ because that man KNOWS.

⌗ when he’s doing paperwork, sometimes he calls you over to where he’s sitting in the office, and just puts you on his lap. a makeshift chin rest, which has you bubbling with annoyance. but you can’t lie, his clothing is soft to the touch and his warmth serenades you. so the anger all but dissipates.

⌗ whenever the breeze picks up, he’ll drape his overcoat over your shoulders, which just looks like you’re drowning in bedsheets.

     ➫    𝓨𝗔𝗘   𝓜𝗜𝗞𝗢   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗ and so, the one worse than all of those men combined.. enters the mix.

⌗ miko is one for making sly comments that’s for certain. so teasing you.. will not come as a surprise, in fact- it will be very frequent that she does this.

⌗ DUDE SHE USES THE FALSE SYMPATHY THING ISTG. the whole, “aww, poor little thing can’t reach? you need your dearest most capable lover to grab that for you?” and your face is just burning with embarrassment and frustration.

⌗ pets your head very often AND YET YOU CAN’T PET HERS WHEN SHE’S THE ONE ALWAYS GOING ON ABOUT HER FOX FORM. what in the name of hypocrisy is this.

⌗ strangely protective over you? you’re her adorable little cutie, the last thing she’d want was for you to be hurt! be it emotionally or physically. so she has a somewhat possessive aura surrounding her when it comes to other people. maybe it’s a youkai thing, you’re not that sure, but she tends to keep you close to her.

⌗ if you’re taking too long while someone is talking to you, especially during meetings and discussions for the publishing house, expect her to wrap her arms around you while lowering her chin to your shoulder, eyeing the person across from you with an ‘innocent’ smile.

⌗ wondering who’s the big spoon during cuddle sessions? certainly not you.

     ➫    𝓛𝗜𝗦𝗔   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗ cut from the same cloth as miko honestly. atp it’s tall electro women with catalysts, there is no other reason.

⌗ now lisa is also one to tease, always cooing words into your ear which has you flustered beyond help. worst part is when she does it in the library and tells you to be quiet since you’re one to get loud. talk about UNFAIR.

⌗ if you’re ever annoyed about something or having a hard day, you can count on lisa to sit you on her lap with her hand on your head, gently urging you to rest on her chest ( pure heaven honestly ). and she’ll let you rant about your worries to her. she’s so mother.

⌗ while working, lisa tends to tire easily, so sometimes she might ask you to grab a book for her. to mess with you, occasionally she asks for something high up just to witness your struggling before eventually approaching to grab it</3

⌗ “you couldn’t have done that five minutes ago.. i was over here jumping and shuffling like a fool!”

⌗ “but it wouldn’t have been as fun to witness, cutie~! you should have seen how adorable you looked<3”

⌗ lisa likes to sleep for longer durations since again, she tires very easily. might be because of her lore where her life span was cut in half, but not sure.. ANYWAY. so if you’re sleeping together and you wake up before her? forget it, you’re not moving an inch. you’re in her arms until she awakens. you don’t wanna deal with angry lisa..

notes. super sorry for the delay, i’ve been busy as of late but i hope these characters are okay and that you’re satisfied with the outcome? i tried to follow what you wanted as best as i could</3 anyway hope you enjoy!

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can i request a drabble with tartaglia that is a slowburn? for context, he finds the reader struggling in liyue because she’s homesick but she wanted to go see the world for herself and she doesn’t realize he’s with the fatui either since she’s rather sheltered from life before adventuring.

໒⦂ 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄.

notes. hello anon, i apologize for the delay on getting this out but i hope it’s what you were hoping for! been feeling oddly homesick myself, so i went off a little..

genre. hurt + comfort.

tartaglia x fem!reader.

you’ve long since forgotten the rainforest-like scent that greeted you in the mornings, as the wind greeted your face from the window.

today would officially mark two months since you’d left your cozy homeland of sumeru for the luxurious and bustling liyue.

it had been a breath of fresh air to be in a new place, filled with different people, culture, cuisine, music, history — everything you can imagine and more! the world outside of your home in vimdra village was wondrous and bigger than you could ever have imagined growing up.

but that didn’t stop you from missing home, no matter how badly you wanted to leave. which made you feel a bit crestfallen.

for years you had psyched yourself up about leaving home to see the world of teyvat, as it was a valued dream of yours. you envied the children who had the luxury of traveling the nations in their free time — whereas your life was spent mostly in the village. there was the occasional visit to sumeru city or port ormos, maybe to gandharva ville, but that was it. you couldn’t even recall going to the desert if you had!

but you couldn’t blame your parents entirely, they had moved away from inazuma long ago during the thick of the civil wars in search of a better life. a safer and more beautiful one, than one of bloodshed and conflict. it was for the best, you told yourself once, while asking to venture off and see your parents’ homeland.

and now here you were, the appropriate age according to your parents that deemed you independent.. only, there was this pressing urge to drop everything and go home now.

but that wasn’t an option. you were here to prove yourself and live up to the dreams you set out for yourself!

with that thought in mind, you grabbed your belongings for today’s adventure and exited your humble abode.

the smell of spices filled your senses as you crossed the bridge into liyue harbor, spotting a familiar ginger sat with a bowl of calla lily soup before him. you easily recognized him as tartaglia.

though you knew little of his work, you’d met him once at the northland bank while taking out a sum of money your parents had provided you. he had a friendly face and engaged you with ease, considering how cold you thought snezhnayans would be. it seemed he was an exception.

the ocean eyed male lit up when he met your gaze, a smile crossing his lips. “y/n-chan, over here!” he waved you over, carefree as usual with his gestures. who was he to care if onlookers chose to stare?

your cheeks warmed to the touch as you walked over to him with an awkward smile, taking the vacant seat. “hi tartaglia- sorry i made you wait so long, had a late night.” it wasn’t a complete lie, but you didn’t want to worry the snezhnayan. “did you just get your food?”

he chuckled softly, nodding his head. “that’s alright, work can be like that sometimes.” the ginger knew all too well how hectic his could get. “but yes! xiangling just brought it over, yours is on the way.” he winked, sliding you a pair of chopsticks.

“oh!” you blinked, surprise that he had ordered for you. had he even known what you wanted? “you didn’t have to do that — but thank you, you’ve been so kind to me, tartaglia.” although the people of liyue had welcomed you with open arms, the hydro wielder in front of you was different.

for he too, was away from his real home, and understood that homesick feeling that crept up on you every now and again. it was only natural to miss home, though he had grown used to being away for long durations. his work, whatever it was, demanded that of him.

“nonsense!” he laughed, shaking his head. “i can’t be the only one eating, besides — meals are said to taste better when you’re with someone.”

surprise crossed your features for a moment, hearing those words that had been spoken to you over the course of time. your parents had always told you that very same thing. it was only in liyue that you’d eaten alone, unless a friend was with you.

still, that statement had you smiling, albeit absentminded. “my parents always used to tell me that growing up, and until i had a meal on my own, i hadn’t realized the truth in those words.” you admitted, staring off towards the chasm — beyond the crater to where your village was. part of you wondered now if your family felt different eating without you.

tartaglia could sense the change in your demeanor as he followed your gaze, wondering what was so interesting over there before the realization came to him. sumeru.

he wasn’t sure on how to stop the sadness from creeping up on you. normally he got it out of his system by fighting enemies or occupying himself with work, but you didn’t operate as he did.

it was time for a new method. “did they?” he spoke up after a pause, readdressing her. “my parents taught me the same, and later my siblings.” he added gently, loosing a breath. “sometimes i envy them for being home, no cares for the troubles of the world.” he glanced northward, beyond dragonspine. “but i chose this life for myself with their protection in mind, so jealously won’t get me anywhere.”

your eyes trailed back over to him, the words echoing in your mind for a second before you nodded. tartaglia was right in every way to say that, and hearing that he felt similarly, made you feel less.. alone.

“a special request for y/n-chan~!” xiangling sang, placing the plate down in front of you before you could answer the ginger.

and there sat the last thing you expected to be eating today.

“biryani?” you spoke the name of the dish, looking between her and tartaglia. “but this- this is a sumeru specialty..”

the petite chef gave you a broad grin as she let out a giggle. “well~ i wanted to explore cuisine options from other nations, and the traveler sent me a copy of the recipes with ingredients i can easily get.” xiangling explained before gesturing to the sapphire eyed ginger. “it just so happens that your friend here brought a pouch of padisarah petals for me to execute the recipe to perfection!”

you looked over at your friend for confirmation, to which he smiled. “i was meaning to bring the flowers back for you.. but i may have gotten into a skirmish or two.” he chuckled sheepishly. “which resulted in some collateral damage.. so i brought them here and xiangling said she wanted to try out a recipe for you!”

padisarah flowers were difficult to come across, as you knew the story behind their making. the original ones would never flourish again, after the goddess of flowers’ passing, but the new ones were just as beautiful.

the smells brought a wave of nostalgia as you got up and hugged the girl tightly. “thank you, xiangling — the dish is everything i could ever want and more.” you have no idea how much i needed it.

pleased to hear your satisfaction, the pyro user returned the embrace, laughing cheerfully. “aww, i’m so glad!! please enjoy, and let me know on what i can improve on!”

with that, she released you to eat, though you weren’t quite finished yet.

tartaglia eyed you carefully when you got up, wondering where you might be going off to before your arms were suddenly thrown around him.

now that caught him off guard.

“woah there!” he chuckled, recovering from his initial shock to hug you back. “didn’t paint you as a public displayer of affection!” the male dressed in gray joked, though he received no answer.

he didn’t need one, anyway. the tightening of your arms around him explained enough.

“thank you.” you finally spoke up after a minute, squeezing your eyes shut to prevent your tears. “for everything.”

notes. this can be read as platonic or romantic tbh but anyway i hope this was okay? i wrote it in two sittings so i didn’t really get to read it a million times like i normally do.. anyway, my tears ricochet kinda fits this vibe??

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update i secured the ice cream

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what did the librarian say to someone who checked out over a hundred books

does the librarian say they checked out a whole library?