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Robber: *points gun at Dazai and Atsushi*

Robber: GIVE ME ALL YOUR MONEY IF YOU WANT TO LIVE

Dazai: bold of you to assume i want to live

Atsushi: bold of you to assume i have money

Kunikida: now iS NOT THE TIME FOR YOUR SHIT-

Venti × Reader (Genshin Impact)

"Sad Talk"

(A/n: Just a short scenario of the first meeting of Venti and the reader. )

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Venti immediately smiled as he entered the Tavern and saw you. You were busy talking to a customer about something before finally getting their order and serving it.

Your eyes shows how nervous you are while talking to some stranger but you still do and the funny thing is that, whenever a customer comes up to you the first thing that comes out of you're mouth are:

"H-Hi, how are you today?"

He chuckled as he remembered you, asking that to him. He was just trying to look for Diluc and as soon as he approached the counter, that's the first question you asked.

And so, knowing how playful he is, he tried to play it off. He told you he was kinda feeling down and just sad and something. Then, he proceeds to sit down in front of the counter and started talking on and on. At first, he thought you'll be bored since, who wants to talk about sad things like this? Everyone wants to be positive and of course, the both of you are in 'The City of Freedom', Mondstadt.

"And so, it just...I don't know, I feel really sad about it..."he trailed off, slowly looking up to see your reaction.

He saw how your eyes blinked, though they don't held any confusion in them, they are just...looking like processing something...are you actually trying to process his words?

"Uhm..."He looked at you, waiting for your reaction. "Everyone feels lonely sometimes so I can't really blame you. You know...those black thoughts of ours are somewhat controlling sometimes but...we must know how to fight it. It's the main challenge of life afterall."

He blinked at you. Now, he was the one who's trying to process your words...your..advice. You give him an advice and now, he felt bad for playing his words on you.

"Uhh...well, thank you." He cleared his throat, trying to distract his own conscience.

"I-I'm sorry. I mean, I didn't meant to go and say something, that just comes out of my mouth. Don't mind those words if they disturb you or anything!" You apologized as soon as you felt the awkwardness in his words.

Venti gulped, feeling his conscience rising up. Damn, he didn't know you were actually going to listen to that and hearing you apologized because of his own awkwardness that actually hides that those words are just plays...he feel ashamed. Goodness, he's the God of Wind, this is such a shame for a god.

"H-Hey, don't apologize. I'm the one who should apologize..."he said nervously.

You shot him a confused look which make him more uncomfortable on the situation he lets his self into.

"You see...I was just...trying to see your reaction if I told you something sad, I...didn't mean anything of that."

He saw how your E/C orbs looks at him directly. Are you mad? Well, of course you will. Looks like he's going to be banned in the tavern.

"You're...lying," You picked up a glass of wine and poured it with a wine. "You sounds like you really meant those words, that's not a fake one. I know it when it's the feelings that's talking."

Venti opened his mouth to say something but nothing comes out. He meant those? But he's just playing, what are you talking about?

"Sometimes people tried to hide their feelings by tricking their own mind." You smiled at him, "Here, have some of this, that might not be the best one since I was still learning that but that's the only free thing I made right now. Enjoy your drink."

He watched as your eyes slowly drifted away from him and go towards to the another customer who sat just two seats beside him.

"H-Hi, how are you today?"

He looked at the drink you gave him, chuckling silently as he takes a sip. As soon as he tasted it, he blinked. It wasn't the best, like what you said. But he knows exactly what type of wine this is. A Dandelion Wine...you actually gave him a dandelion wine.

He takes a sip once more before looking at you, "H-Hey."

"Yeah?"

"I'm Venti, what's your name, Ms. Caring Barkeeper?"

You chuckled, "I'm Y/n, Nice to meet you, Mr. Green man."

No Innuendo (Ray x Reader)

(ᴀ/ɴ: ɪ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴡʜɪᴍ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ꜱᴜᴅᴅᴇɴ ɪᴅᴇᴀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜɪᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ɴᴏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴅᴇᴅɪᴄᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ.)

DETAILS

Genre: ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ (ᴏɴᴇ-ꜱʜᴏᴛ)

Gender: ɴᴇᴜᴛʀᴀʟ

Warnings: ꜱᴜɢɢᴇꜱᴛɪᴠᴇ, ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ

Word Count: 3135 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ

Drained. If he were asked how he felt years ago, that would be his answer. It was draining to keep up appearances for the sake of being the shining bright hero. He felt tired and drained. At one point, he was having a dilemma with who he was. The dread of being in a constant battle against himself was slowly eating him. 

A star should shine, they say. But he felt like he was drowning. Amidst the popularity and persona he's portraying, something 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 was stirring within him. It's not like the public knows what his power is. Who knows what would happen if it ever got leaked? Would they still stare at him in awe? Or are they going to all turn away and look for another star?

Those were his thoughts years ago when he slowly accepted his fate as a hero. But who could've thought? Not him. He thought he would always be that "hero" then. A shining star in the sky, being stared upon by millions of people and being idolized like he's a god. Shining but alone.

Then you came along. No, you were just passing by. Wrong term again. You were robbing a house years ago. He just happened to be there. He was confused. Seeing a thief playing with the housecat they're supposed to be stealing from was never a sight he expected.

And shit.

How dare his lips crack a smile. How dare his body stay frozen and only watch you from afar. 

Yes, he won't lie.

What he did after that is...stalkerish. Tracking you down, trying to find an opportunity to get closer to you. He could easily do that as a hero. Finding you and using his fame to track you is easier but no, that would be too intimidating for you.

A lot of things have happened since then. Fighting aliens was never what he expected to be doing in the future but here he is. And then there's another one, a big change he welcomed wholly, you.

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He took off his cape, then glanced at your figure on the bed. You probably fell asleep for a few hours now. He can't blame you, he was gone for a while. He had rescued some people from another alien attack, coming home at midnight just now.

"...Star?"

He calls out just to confirm. When he didn't hear any shift or answer, he walked into the bathroom. After a long day, a warm shower might do him good. Especially after fighting aliens for who knows how long since they attacked suddenly. 

He turns on the shower. The fog blurs the mirror cover as the warm water cascades down his body. It felt...nice. He's not that physically hurt much, but a nice long shower is his go-to after hero work. 

His mind rewinds to that encounter just a few weeks ago. He was testing you and for a moment, he had thought he failed you. If it wasn't for your explanation, he would've...well, made shining the brightest a reality. For you to look for Ray instead of his persona, you know what words to say. 

His mind was cut off when he heard a creak. He looks slightly over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow as he catches your familiar figure in the doorway. 

"Star, I'll finish soon."

He spoke softly, seeing you peeking inside. His eyes met yours and..there was a long moment of staring before you spoke. You just woke up, and your voice is a bit groggy still as you speak.

"Take your time."

You coughed, clearing your throat more clearly before asking.

"Did you just come home?'

He tilts his head back, thinking for a moment before answering. He's not sure whether to face you or if you can see all of him through the shower mirror.

"Yes, a few minutes ago. Sorry, it took longer than expected."

He replied, running a hand over his damp hair. He turns off the shower and you perk up.

"You're leaving?"

He stops in his tracks with your question.

"The shower? Yes."

He answered.

"You usually take long ones."

"Yes, but you're awake."

"You didn't wake me though."

"..."

He turns slightly, glancing at your foggy figure through the shower mirror.

"What do you suggest, star?"

He heard you hum and you stepped closer to the shower mirror door.

"You should take your usual showers. I think I could use one too."

He tilts his head to the left, a small smirk forming his lips but before he could say something suggestive, you spoke again.

"No innuendos."

𝙔𝙚𝙖𝙝, 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙨.

He bit his lip to stifle a chuckle before responding.

"Okay, no innuendos for today. Come on then."

He slides the door open and meets you face to face. He leans back against the cold tile.

"Don't tell me you're going in with your clothes on."

"I'm working on it. Patience, hero."

He chuckles as you roll your eyes while he watches you discard your clothes aside. He never thought he would feel so...domestic one day. Once again, you're making him feel things he thought he would never feel.

"I'll hop in now."

You spoke and he nodded. He held a hand to help you in, making sure you wouldn't slip as you stepped inside.

"Comfortable?"

"Hm."

You hum, sliding the door closed. He met your gaze and saw how it dropped to his body.

"...Eyes up here. No innuendos, you say."

He commented and you hit his arm. He laughed a bit while you found an excuse.

"It's an involuntary thing!"

"Right. You checked out people involuntarily, star?"

"I mean..."

He raised a brow when you pursed your lips as if thinking about it. Then you grin and look up at him.

"Only if it's you." 

You spoke so teasingly. He took a discreetly deep breath when you smiled so flirtatiously afterward.

"You like playing dangerous games, star."

"Hey, I said no innuendos."

You spoke and he shook his head, turning on the shower again. He sighs as the water flows down his body, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them again to glance at you.

The cap of the shampoo bottle clicks as you open it up. He watches as you squeeze some amount on your palm then looks up at him.

"Come on, duck down a bit."

He smiles in amusement but follows anyway. He turns the shower off again.

"Wait here."

He opens the sliding door and looks beneath the sink where he keeps a shower chair. He steps out for a moment, turning his back to you while he retrieves it.

"𝙉𝙞𝙘𝙚."

He heard your thoughts and he already knew where you were looking. Somehow, your thoughts get louder when you're thinking of risqué things. It amuses him.

"No innuendos, y/n."

He spoke while he was getting the shower chair, using your own words again. He heard you gasp for a moment.

"Don't read my mind."

"I was not, you're thinking too loud, star."

"That doesn't make sense."

"Sure it doesn't."

He walks back and places the shower chair down before closing the door. 

"Do you still have the shampoo on your palm?"

"Hm." 

You hummed and gestured for him to sit down quickly. He follows anyway by sitting down and tilting his head back. He sighs as you massage his hair.

"...Did you insist on joining me just to do this?"

"What? No."

He chuckles.

"You're a very good liar."

You rolled your eyes and continued lathering his hair with shampoo.

"Your hairstyle is very different when you're in your hero outfit."

He sighs.

"Yeah, my makeup artist does that."

"You have makeup artists? Plural?"

He chuckles. His eyes are closed as he answers.

"I do. Appearance and all that."

"Hm. I do like your hair better when it's down though.."

𝙊𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙖𝙨 𝙍𝙖𝙮

He opens his eyes.

"Star."

"Hm?"

He pauses for a moment. His lips parted as he thought of how to say it.

"Remember when we met..not exactly the first time but.. when I asked you about your opinion of Binary Star Hero? Back when you didn't know yet it was..me too."

He watches you blink. Your hands slow down in massaging his hair as you think about it.

"Yeah, I do remember."

"You don't like his eyes and smile."

"I don't."

You confirmed. 

"Why is that again?"

You pursed your lips as you thought about your answer before trying to remember how you said it again. Your hands gently run through his shampooed hair.

"Like there was something strange or unsettling with his bright smile and red eyes..?"

He hums, nodding.

"Something like that."

He thinks for a moment before continuing.

"It's like you saw right through me, even on the television screen."

He watches as you chuckle and shake your head.

"I mean, I think I wasn't the only human thinking about it, you know?"

"Maybe."

He reaches for your hand, putting it against his cheek while looking up at you.

"How about mine?"

"Yours?"

"Yeah, mine's. You said you like my hair better when it's down. How about my eyes or my smile?"

He caught sight of how your lips quirked up.

"I like it better too."

"Really?"

"Yeah, your sleepy eyes."

"Sleepy eyes?"

He watches you chuckle as you continue.

"You always have these tired eyes and a smirk. Oh, and the moles too.”

“The moles?”

“Yeah, those moles. It fits you naturally.”

You spoke, remembering when he first stepped into that cafe.

"You were cold by the way, at first."

He chuckles.

"Ah, that."

"Yeah, 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩."

"Don't you like cold guys?"

"What? No."

"You found me good-looking though."

"I---Did you read my mind that time?"

You confronted and he hums, closing his eyes.

"Wash my hair, please. I'm going to turn blind and you won't see my tired eyes again."

He evades the question although you already knew the answer. You sighed and turned the small shower head on to use. The water felt nice as it rinsed the shampoo out of his hair. 

Warm.

Comfortable.

Contentment.

He opens his eyes again once you turn it off. He sat up straight.

"Your turn."

"My turn?"

"Yes, star. Your turn.”

He replied as he reached for the shampoo bottle again. He watches you sit down on the shower chair now.

"The chair is comfortable."

"I got it as a gift."

"A gift?"

You ask and he nods, washing your hair gently before lathering it with shampoo.

"I think it was a fan gift or something."

"A fan gave you...this?"

"...You'll be surprised by what kind of gifts they sent me."

"I don't know if I should be creeped out."

He stifled a chuckle.

"Fans are...fans."

You nod. He watches your eyes close as he gently washes your hair. His fingers prevent the water from pouring down your face. His eyes take note of each of your features, etching them into his mind.

"Done."

He spoke, turning the water off and helping you up. He smiles at you after putting away the shower chair.

"Come here. Soap next."

He watches as you raise an eyebrow.

"No innuendos?"

"You should be the one asking yourself that."

He replied as you pursed your lips slightly. 

"Your hands tend to wander, star."

He continued, seeing the slight flush of your face. 

"That makes me sound like a pervert."

"Are you not?"

"I am not!"

He laughs. His shoulders shake as he covers his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Fine, soap up my back then?"

"Your back?"

"Yeah, no wandering."

You grinned and he shook his head, pointing a finger at you.

"Bad star."

"I wasn't even saying anything."

"I could hear the gears turning in your head."

"I won't wander!"

You promised and he cocks an eyebrow.

"Promise?"

"...promise."

He bites his lip to stop laughing at the hesitation in your voice.

"Here."

He gave the soap to you, entrusting it to your hands before turning around. He could hear how giddy you were deep inside your mind as you soap up his back. Your hands lingered on his shoulder and traced the lines on his back down his waist then up again. At least, you haven't wandered yet.

"...Can I soap up the front too?"

He turns to you with an amused smile. 

"Since you didn't wander off, I could trust you just a little bit."

He watches you smile up to him with sparkles in your eyes. He shakes his head and reaches for your hand, placing it against his chest.

"Careful, okay?"

"I won't stray from the top. I promise."

"Good star."

He lets go of your hand and lets you begin. Watching you soap his chest and then up his shoulder, he sighs. He pushes stray hair behind your ear.

"You're soaping my chest too much."

He pointed out, which you just shrugged at before lowering your hands to his abdomen. He could practically hear your thoughts again. Your 𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙 thoughts. 

He clears his throat.

"Remember your promise?"

"Hm? Oh, I do."

You replied, glancing up at him as if innocent from what you were thinking just now.

"...I think I'm full of soap now."

"You are?"

He covers a laugh, gently stealing the soap away from your hand while you sulk a bit.

"Yes, you’ve done enough.”

“I’m not soap up yet.”

Your response made him quirk an eyebrow, a bit caught off guard. He saw the satisfaction in your eyes while watching the slight tint of red on his cheeks.

“Is that an invitation?”

He questioned to which you responded with an innocent smile once again.

“I was just saying. Why? Are you offering?”

𝘿𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧.

You give him a smirk and he turns the shower on. The sudden spray of warm water surprises you as it hits your direction.

“Wha—Hey!”

You protested. He laughs before turning it off.

“There, I can soap you up now.”

“A little warning is much appreciated.”

“Well, your thoughts need some cleansing.”

“Don’t intrude my thoughts now!”

He laughs, guiding you softly to turn around. His hands massage your shoulder, attempting to calm you down and apologize. 

“Okay, okay, that was my bad.”

He spoke with a chuckle, pressing a quick kiss between the juncture of your shoulder and neck. 

“You’re a bad hero.”

You commented and he laughed more against your now wet skin from the shower. He placed one final kiss against the same spot before spreading the soap on his hands. He gently lathers up from your shoulder.

“Feels good?”

“Hm. I’m still deciding.”

He shakes his head in mirth at your hard-to-get attitude but continues to massage your muscles while lathering your back with soap.

“You feel tense here.”

“Where?”

“Here.”

He pressed further just below your lower back. He smirks up as he hears a satisfied moan leave your lips. 

“So?

“Y...Yeah, that felt good.”

He hums in satisfaction, wrapping his arms around your waist. He rests his chin on your shoulder as he hugs you from behind.

“We should get you a better bed. That might help these muscles.”

“We don’t need to. I’m just getting older.”

“You speak like you’re sixty.”

You roll your eyes. He felt you leaning back against his chest. He catches your eyes when you tilt your head up slightly to look at him.

“You don’t get back aches?”

“Normally? No. Only if I hit the wall hard during a fight.”

“A wall? Are you sure your spine is still in proper shape?”

“I am. I go to check-ups for a reason.”

You hum. He watches as you close your eyes as if savoring the peacefulness surrounding the both of you in the shower. The only sound is their breathing and the water droplets from the faucet.

His thumbs put firm pressure on the spots on either side of your lower back again. He savors your soft moan as he gently massages the area in circles, relieving the tension stored in it.

“..Ray?”

“Hm?”

There was silence for a moment although he already knew what you were trying to say. He can read how your mind goes that way and he had to stifle a chuckle until you finally voice it out.

“You’re poking me.”

“Your mind described it as throbbing.”

“Ray!”

“You were making sweet sounds.”

He replied and pulled away. He leans back against the cold tiled walls and crosses his arms. He watches as you turn around to glance at him. Such a curious cat to even take a peek down his body. Shameless. 

He chuckles and turns on the shower, spraying the both of you underneath.

“Come, let’s wash up before you break your promise.”

The shower routine felt more domestic than he expected. Although there were some teasing moments and how he tried ignoring your thoughts, he managed to finish up. He dries his hair with a towel while you're dressing yourself into your usual pajamas. He's on his sweaters now as well.

"It's so early.."

He heard your comment. He glances at the clock. It is early, only two hours past midnight.

"Sleepy again?"

He asks and you shake your head.

"I can't sleep now."

He hums. That's what you always say when asking to cuddle with him.

"Ray, cuddle with me."

𝙃𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙞𝙩.

He glances at your figure on the bed through the mirror. He's getting used to this more and more, and looking forward to you asking him like this every night.

"Move a bit to the side."

He walks closer and settles down beside you on the bed. His arm propped up while resting his cheek on his hand.

"Alright, scoot closer."

And you did. He sighs and cups your cheek with one hand, gently caressing it with his thumb.

"Are you gonna kiss me goodnight?"

You asked.

𝙉𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧.

He chuckles, his cheeks tinting a bit. You could be bold in one minute.

"You want me to?"

"I think it would make me sleep easier."

"You always say that."

"And I always fall asleep after."

He can't say anything against that. You do fall asleep quickly afterward. His kiss somehow feels like a magic kiss at this point. 

"Ray?"

He shifted, leaning closer. His thumb is still caressing your cheek before his hand slides down your chin. He tilts your head slightly.

"Goodnight kiss it is then."

He replied and pressed a kiss to your forehead, then down to your nose, and finally, captured your lips with his. You welcomed him, even pulling him close. His lips move sweetly and gently against yours, deepening the kiss. 

It felt...nice being accepted like this. Just a few years ago, he let you get away with robbing the house of a legislator. Now, he's letting you steal his heart away.

I JUST GOT ALBEDO, LIKE THE PRETTY ALCHEMIST MAN??

LIKE THE DRIP?? THE FLOWER ELEVATOR??

IT'S EVERYTHING.

Btw, I'm currently working on a Xingqiu one-shot. Still in the middle of answering my General Math subject so I might post in by the end of this month. Thankiessss and have a nice dayyyy!

Diminuendo | Yoshiya Kiryu

Summary: 

di·min·u·en·do/dəˌmin(y)əˈwendō/

adverb

(especially as a direction) with a decrease in loudness.

“the piece ends as it began, a poem of sorrow and regret that dissolves diminuendo”

Joshua was his name. Joshua. Joshua. Your fingertips tapped at the crease of your lips, pondering of this man beside you and his significance to you. With one hand in the pocket of his jeans, the other was entwined with yours, the glint in his silver irises evidence of his mischievous nature. None of his behavior was familiar to you, even the occasional lean of his body toward you upon your first meeting, yet with a wave of his hand he paid no heed to your dilemma. Surely, Joshua was someone whose presence refused to be forgotten. Surely, there lacked any reason for you to fail to recall his nature; someone like him was difficult to let go, that you were sure of.

With a jostle of your shoulder, you clicked your tongue at the cause and opened your mouth to spout colorful words at him, only to find that your attempts to inconvenience his day were futile. With his arms crossed, one hand grasping at his cellphone, a wide grin complemented the frown you intended on sighting. Your name was what unsettled you, falling from his lips like honey, and he began to close the distance with a greeting that tempted you ever so closer to him. “Hey!” A nickname. “Remember me?” A question with an undesirable answer. Following your perplexity, there rose the proposition he take you somewhere to assist you in jogging your memory: WildKat, the café the people of Shibuya had been raving about since the beginning of time.

“Remember this?” You shook your head, catching the foam of your latte soaking into your drink. The owner mimicked you with a smile, his hand deep into a dish rag as he cleaned the mugs of filth, something difficult to be noticed once the boy in front of you shrugged and faced you with a wistful grin. No worries, he said, I don’t deserve to be remembered by you. When he stood to depart from your form, apparently leaving the responsibility of paying for service onto you, the back of his button up shirt became reminiscent of a moment where the two of you stood in a place far from this, hands in his pocket as his existence in your life was fleeting. The picture was blurred out with your tears, but evident enough that you pinched at the bridge of your nose in hopes of learning more about what you meant to him. What it all meant to him.

You slapped however amounts of yen you had left on the table, your chair whining in protest as your gratitude was shown in your compliments to the chef. Behind you, the chef once again shook his head, a frown tugged upon his lips entirely complementary to the amusement exhibited at his old friend’s puppy love. Of course, how could you have noticed? The world and its rules were diminishing around your search for Joshua–Yoshiya, Yoshiya, how could you forget how effortless it was to call him Joshua instead? How could you fail to remember your missing puzzle piece, a dear friend whose attention was only on you? How could you allow him to push you away after he cherished your existence, regressing towards an isolation from fellow children and ignorant adults before you first approached him? Joshua, what reason did he have for never coming back–

BANG

Your hands grasp at your forehead in the middle of Scramble Crossing, the mass of men walking past your form as if you no longer exist. In their eyes, you are the ghost teenagers shuddered upon, the memory your friends will eventually leave behind. With no one to help you, you are surrounded by monsters beyond your capacity, beyond your sanity, unable to recall of how you ended up here. Creeping towards you, their teeth glimmer in the sun, and no matter how much the thought of them sinking into your skin terrifies you, no one would know. You are no longer relevant, a loss that left more questions than answers, and God, you don’t want to die with that last thought.

“Hold my hand,” he tells you, your saving grace the form of a boy whose silver eyes are wide with the thought of losing you. “If you don’t, you’ll die.” Don’t ever listen to strangers.

Joshua is his name. Joshua. Joshua.

Aww, cutie cinnamon roll❤

Khun: Your eyes are very pretty, Bam.

Bam, panicking: Thank you, I need them to see.

A/N: Hi, this is the first time I'm posting an angst here. I actually wrote this a month ago and decided to post it just now so yep, here you go.

🍁Albedo x Reader🍁

(Genshin Impact - Angst)

The cold wind blew your hair as you sat down in the grass, leaning your back to the stone while humming.

"The weather is kind of clear today, don't you think?" You asked, glancing at your side.

Albedo smiles at you, nodding as he take a look on the sky too. Your eyes soften as you saw him smiling. His teal eyes looking directly at the sky. His rosy lips, smiling and enjoying the moment. It makes you smile too.

"How can you be this pretty and cute at the same time?" You asked, which he returned with a smug smile.

You chuckled. "Come on, stop that smile. You do know how well it fits you, don't you?"

He chuckled. His laugh echoing in your ears. It made your heart flutters and made the butterflies move inside your stomach. His eyes made you feel you're the luckiest person in the world...and you are. You have been the luckiest.

You trembled. Your lips started shaking as his figure slowly dissapear. A soft sob came out of your mouth as tears started streaming your eyes. It hurts. It really hurts. The once fluttering of heart has been change to the rough squeeze of pain. The butterflies has been replaced by a hollow feeling, emptiness.

You bit your lip as more loud sobs came out of your mouth. But your sobs are just uncontrollable, you're suffering. You've been suffering. But you're trying to make it. You really are. Heaven knows how hard for you it is. How you struggle every single time this day comes.

But how could you forget the pain in his eyes as you hold him close to you? How could you forget his own blood, slowly seeping out from his heart? How could you forget the way he touch and carresed your cheek as a last goodbye? How breathless he was, but still trying to utter your name every now and then, telling you he loves you.

How you tried to smile and calm him down by gently stroking his hair. How hard you bite the insides of your cheek to stop from crying. How you hold his hand to make him comfortable. You even sing him a lullaby. And his last words...his last words that you've been holding on.

"Y/n...I...promise, our next ending...would be a...better one...I love you...so much..."

You bit your lip as you glance at the stone you've been leaning on. His name engraved on it. You smiled sadly before looking at you wrist, staring at the yellow diamond tattoed on it before sighing and wiping off your tears.

You stand up. Looking at the gravestone and giving a genuine smile, repeating the same last words you told him.

"I'll wait...I'll wait, Al. I'll always wait for you..I love you too."

This is such a deep analysis of his character that it made me cry HAHAHA. But I like this a lot so I'm saving this to my g drive. Khun has been my favorite character for almost three years now. Something about him keeps me attached to him, I remember reading about the gem scene and I was so moved. Everything seems to click when he said that he never did wear it and instead just hide it. This might be cringe but I kinda relate to his character a lot even though we have different experiences. He's been a big part of my life, even now (I first discovered TOG 2 years ago). Thank you sm for this!

Khun Aguero Agnis

The Facade Master : because Khun is actually weak

So welcome to this very uncalled for essay about yours truly, Khun <3

⚠️ CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR THE WEBTOON ⚠️

1. Khun uses a strong cold front so people can't see how traumatised and weak he is

Yes! Khun is someone who hurts... A LOT

The best evidence Khun is GREAT at faking his well being is because you only notice the extent of his trauma later on on the webtoon.

Khun's interactions with Kiseia, his father (the old version of Eduan I mean) and the flashbacks of Maria are the rare moments we CAN SEE who Khun really is. I mean, there are several other moments Khun let's his guard JUST A BIT DOWN but most of those are related to Bam because you guys know... Khun is soft from Bam and stuff 😏🤣

BUT MOVING ON

1. Kiseia / the trauma of an empatic kind hidden soul - I think this one is the main topic, cuz just the fact that she is Khun's main antagonist, means he is VERY afraid of her. And why is that? Because deep down, Khun was traumatized by the fact that his biological sister killed herself when he decided to help Maria

Khun says his sister was very cold and he didn't interact with her much, but Khun is not the heartless dude he claims and shows to be (well, expect for his enemies and RACHEL)

Khun is actually an individual capable of strong empatic feelings. He analizes people and tries to judge their character based on their actions and non verbal language. When Khun formed a team to climb the tower and bitch Rachel stabed Edian's legs until he couldn't almost walk, Khun was in pure sock, and very very conserned for Edian's well being. He stayed up all night by his side to make sure he was all right.

When it comes to Bam, Khun is even more peculiar in his empaty... is almost a possessive kind of empaty. Khun doesn't want Bam to go somewhere he himself can't reach. That's why he hates when people (in the name hunt station) called him " God". But at the same time, Khun wants to shield Bam from those high expectations that might crush him. He doesn't want Bam to have that burn because... he knows the burden of high expectations

2. Maria / the deathly choise and first step to freedom- Maria is a very important person in Khun's life. By the little flashbacks we have, we can see that Maria has sort of an "outcast" in the Khun family because she was unusually kind. When Maria asked Khun if he would help her become a princess of Jahad, Khun had nothing to gain from it.

Khun usually manipulates people and does what he has to do to get that benefits him the most. But when it came to Maria... he choose the worst option. It wasn't a rational option, because Khun is VERY EMOTIONAL. He is bindled to his emotional self because he considers himself a very rational human being, which makes him unable to see how emotional heighted his choises are.

In truth, Khun was captivated by Maria. He was curious because she was different. He decided to help her because she showed him another option, another way... an escape route to a word Khun didn't even know it existed... the world of kidness, a world where life was valued, people didn't kill each other and he could be the child he was without having to be concern about power games inside his family.

And Khun chose Maria in the first place because he HATED those power games. Because he, in truth, kind and never wanted to take part on those dirty, manipulative games. Maria destroyed Khun's life. The price to pay was the heavy trauma and guilt of having his sister kill herself, but Khun got his FREEDOM

Maria presents Khun with the ideia of " struggling is beautiful" and Khun, for the first time, knows that life has value and his family ways are not all the world has to offer

3. Khun Eduan / all not to be and all he can be - Eduan represents Khun's incompetence in leaving the past behind. Even tho he was abandoned by his family, and wants to follow a different path from the Khun family's values and atitudes, Khun is unable to seperate himself from his origins.

But Khun HAS the need to make himself different from other Khuns, shown by how he felt the need to make a spear of his own, so his was not a copy of his father. He, by any means, doesn't want to be associated with Eduan, because Eduan represents all he hates in his family, in his previous life.

But Khun still uses his family name with "pride". More like... a guilt coat I would say. Sometimes he claims how despicable, sneaky, sly and mischievous he can be... but isn't that just a way to TRASH himself? To speak badly of himself?

Isn't that coat just a way to put the weight of others people's shoulders on his? In truth, Khun views himself as someone "dirty" he has blood on his hands despite everything. So he gives himself the dirty jobs he thinks he is worth of doing.

That's the only way he knows how to act. The only way he knows how to survive. If Khun dropped that facade of the sly man that trusts no one... what would be left of him? Someone vulnerable, someone afraid to be abandoned once again, by Bam, just as Maria did. Someone unable to free himself from his family because other than that, he doesn't know who he is, he can't see himself.

And he struggles to find who he is, because he was never able to be anything else than a KHUN . He is still searching for that sensible persona he truly is, but in the harsh reality of the Tower, Khun's sly facade is the best mask to have

4. Bam / protective projection and affection - " I keep my most precious jewel hidden so I never get to use it on me"

SO we had to finish with the best part, right?

Bam is alm Khun wasn't able to be. Innocent, care free, unbounded by anything in the tower. Khun feels the intense need to make sure Baam is not a victim of the same cruelty and raw violence and malice he was victim of. That's why Khun takes care of the dirty jobs himself... because he wants to keep Bam's hands clean, even if it means he was to stain his own hands.

The quote by the start of this topic resumes pretty much Khun's relation with Bam: Khun wants to protect Bam so badly, and shild him from all warm even if he knows that's 100% IMPOSSIBLE but he also wants to live openly with Bam by his side, without hidding. He wants to fully enjoy the pure hapiness of having a real friend by his side.

Khun is VERY VERY afraid of being abandoned. He "choose to be", but that did impact him for the rest of his life. When he judjes someone as someone who is a GOOD PERSON he tends to hold on to them even if his life depends on it. Because in truth, Khun is desperate for that human connection and bonds that Maria showed could exist if he reached for something different.

Bam is a good person in Khun's eyes. In Khun's eyes he must not suffer. But if Bam lives openly, he will SUFFER, because he will show the Tower his true power, the will become the " GOD" and Khun wouldn't be able to reach him any longer. " Isn't better being human? " shows how much Khun wants Bam to free himself from high expectations, just as much Khun needs to still free himself to the weight of his name.

In the end, Khun is fighting a battle he knows he can't win. He is acting on emotion alone when he follows Bam, when he makes sure his jewel is save on his pocket. He knows he was to let it go eventually, but Khun will do everything NOT TO LET GO. Because Khun sees in Bam everything he wishes for, everything he wants in the relationships with others.

Bam is the personification of Khun's resolve to chose the hard, yet better way to live life.

There is nothing sly and evil in his persona. He is just a boy who wasn't able to grow his own personality, self - worth and self - value because of the rudness of the world. Khun doesn't want to be like his family, but not being like them is not enough... because that's a emtpy pit of dispare.

Khun has to be his own person, find who he is.

But until he realizes and admits that those emotions live inside him, until he is able to face himself and his traumas and weakness... Khun will never be able to be more than just " someone different from his family"

Who knows who Khun might turn out to be when he is truly free from himself, when he shows his true colors. I am sure he is far from dirty and rude. He is beautiful, hurt and kind 💙

Ps: I find it interesting how Khun and Killua Zoldyck (from Hunter x Hunter) are so so similar in the way they think and their relationship to their significant other (Gon in Killua's case)

But Killua has able to free himself from his family and find himself at the end. But I think Khun's situation is more complicated than Killua's since there are more people and power games involved. And Khun is even more blind to his emotional side than Killua is...

Let's hope for the best we got your back Khun 😤💙

Reading the manhwa and watching the anime of TOG of the crown game episode is such a masterpiece. You can basically merge both of the fighting scenes in my opinion.

(I'm watching it since that's the chapter I'm writing right now.)

💜Scaramouche x Reader💜

A/N: This is a second part to the one I wrote before. You can read the first part here "💜💜". I'm sorry it took too long, I've been busy on school works. Anyway, hope you have a good day and enjoy reading.

Like the first one, there might be some curse words here 'cause again, it's Scaramouche.

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Scaramouche isn’t kind. It’s an obvious observation everyone can deduce if they can’t be fooled that easily. He’s an embodiment of manipulation, in your opinion. You saw how his tactics work every now and then. Putting a mask of a friendly smile and nice words before turning into a venom that traps the prey. Without even knowing, he would slowly devour the knowledge of the prey or worst, even its life.

Every low rank Fatui members are scared of him. You always notice how they immediately fix their posture every time Scaramouche passed by them. It’s almost like they’re hugging themselves to shrink, afraid that one wrong move would send them to the jaws of death. You can’t blame them, not when you saw how cruel and cold his eyes look every time, he looked at them.

So why?

Why did you put yourself into such thing?

A frustrated groan left your mouth as you slumped on your chair. It’s been two weeks. Two weeks since you said those words to him and it’s the last time you saw him too. Though you don’t know if it’s just coincidence but after submitting those files, the Tsaritsa tasked you to a mission to visit the city and look for some people. It’s an easy work, as you found all of them in just a day and a half. But once you’re back, you never crossed path with Scaramouche again.

Until you learned he was also sent into a mission in Liyue. You deduced that it might be because of how the Tianquan of Qixing, also known as Lady Ningguang, is tightening their guard against the Fatui and investigating every Fatui business in their land.

In all honesty, you’re quite relief he’s not around since you didn’t quite plan what would happen next or the conversation after that. But still, you’re quite disappointed upon not seeing the outcome yet. Even after knowing Scaramouche, you can’t say for certain what would he say the next time you meet. Will the two of you talked about it? Or pretend it never did happen?

You sighed, your eyes landing on the clock. It was already past dinner time. You started fixing your table and organizing the files you've done for today. It's already late and you know how colder it is during night in Snezhnaya.

You shivered as you exit the headquarters. Mentally cursing yourself for not noticing the time. You can hear the whispers of the wind and the noise of the city as you walk, looking for a food to eat. You need something hot to control the temperature of your body or else you might find yourself sick the next morning. It's always better to be safe.

You ended up in a small inn that sells some hot soup. It somehow helped you calm your shivers a bit. It has a mild taste, the meat in the soup filling up your stomach.

"Travelling to Liyue is such a pain in the ass, you have no idea how many troubles I've encountered."

You blinked as soon as you heard his voice, stopping in action. You almost thought you're hearing things until he took a seat in front of you. His bored eyes met yours, eyebrows raising in question on how you stare at him.

"You're back."

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, finally. Two weeks felt so fucking long."

You wanted to agree but you keep it for yourself in the meantime. You just hum in response, signaling him that you're listening.

"It's kind of late for dinner. Did you forget to eat again?" He questioned, his eyes fixating on the soup.

You wipe your lips, "You know me too much."

He scoffed. "Of course, I do, you're the most tolerable harbinger."

A smile formed your lips. "I wish I could say the same with you."

"No need to remind me. I know myself and if you're trying to piss me off, not a good time." He clicked his tongue, leaning in a chair with crossed arms. "We need to continue the conversation we had two weeks ago."

You coughed. "Sorry, uh, so how are we...?"

"How are we? I don't know Y/n. What do you think?"

"What do you mean 'what I think'?"

"It's your fault, you didn't even bother to wait for my reply. What kind of person is that? Confessing then leaving immediately?"

"I don't want an awkward silence after that!"

"An awkward silence? You didn't even give me a chance to talk."

"I'm nervous, okay? Don't scold me and just give your reply, goodness."

You took a deep breathe, trying to regain your posture. When you looked at him again, his eyes look amused. A small smile on his lips as he stared at you.

"What?"

"Did it bother you?" He questioned.

"What are you on-"

"Did the thoughts of 'I wonder what Scaramouche would reply' bother you so much? You even need to wait for two weeks, I bet that's the reason you're late for dinner."

You didn't answer. Now, you wanted to go out for some cold air. The burning sensation in your cheeks triggers the feeling of flying butterflies in your stomach.

He chuckled, "Wow, Y/n is getting trapped right now."

"I hope you'll have too much in your plate, you won't even leave the office."

He hummed. "If that's the case, how are we going to set the date then?"

"Date?"

He cringed. "Ew, did that word really just came out of my mouth?"

You laughed. "You said it yourself."

He sighed, “I can say it's fair then."

"What's fair?"

"You also make me do unfitting things, not for a harbinger, I don't give a fuck about that. It's just unfitting for me," he explained.

You nodded. "I can see that."

"Good. Now, let's leave this place. I still need to go back to the headquarters to send my reports. Go with me."

You scoffed. "I just got out-"

"Just join me, brat. It won't take that long," he insisted.

You sighed as you watched him stand up and leave the inn. Scaramouche will always be 'the balladeer'. Although, that's the first nickname he called you. It's nothing sweet but for some reason it made you happy inside. Maybe it's also because you're expecting something like this.

As the both of you head back to the headquarters, the same whirling sounds of cold wind surrounds both of you. The dancing of snowflakes all around, surrounding every area possible. It's the same but a little different. It's not that cold anymore, not when he’s here. His presence somewhat warming you and the sound of the tinkling bells in his hat makes you feel safe and comfortable.

Before you know it, you found yourself hiding a smile but if you looked at your side that time, you probably should’ve known that it’s not just you. A small smile is also plastered in his lips, hiding beneath the shade of his hat.