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.
A/N: This is an idea that suddenly popped out of my mind so I decided to write it. The reader is gender-neutral and this is a fluff. Enjoy reading and have a nice day!
Oh and there are some curse words cause it's Scara.
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Being a harbinger is something you can’t be fully proud of. At least, that’s how you feel upon staring at the badge the Tsaritsa gave you. But you don’t really have a choice, you can’t just pass an opportunity of making your life a bit easier. Even if you try to deny the offer, your head would be a target for the Fatui. Surviving in the cold weather of Snezhnaya is already a pain in the back, you don’t want to make it worse.
Your job as a harbinger is really simple. You seldom cut someone’s throat as you’re more often assigned in “gathering information from the inside” type of missions. When it comes to highly secured territories, you’re the one to take the lead. You don’t need assistance or anything as you mostly take the act you also planned and set it in motion. Maybe it’s from the experience of once working in front of many people, wearing a mask to suit everyone’s taste, pursuing them to trust you.
As the Tsaritsa told you, you’re competent. A people pleaser like you can read people so easily that one look can immediately give you an inference on the personality you will need to portray on your target. When it comes to finishing someone, you do it quickly. As soon as you got their trust, it was also the time to sing them a lullaby to their own doom.
A sigh escaped your lips, being a harbinger sets you in the boundary of everything. It always felt like you’re in between of opposing arguments. It’s thrilling but also confusing, maybe it’s just your morals kicking you in the guts but it’s too late for that. The moment you bow down in front of the Tsaritsa’s throne, it was all gone.
“I never knew a deaf could be a harbinger.”
Your eyes shifted from your badge to the source of the voice. The sixth harbinger, casually hanging out in your office’s couch. He must have entered your office while you’re busy paying attention on your thoughts.
“Do you have any idea how many times I knocked on your door? I would’ve thought you’ve been killed in your office if I didn’t know you any better,” he continued.
“I’m thinking about important stuff, I didn’t notice.”
He scoffed. “You didn’t even bother to apologize, how rude.”
You blinked at him, staring to his eyes. Scaramouche, or also known as Balladeer has been the one to always barge into your office like it was his own for the first months. The first time you met him was just like this, except the fact that you’re working on paper documents that time and he didn’t knocked, he just barged in. You remember how he didn’t ask your name and where you from, just straight up gave the file the Tsaritsa wanted to give to you, informing you with a bunch of small insults here and there before leaving and slamming the door.
Your first thought was maybe he didn’t like you or your impression, not that it matters anyway. Until you found out that he also does that to other harbingers, especially when he’s having too much to work with in his plate.
“You know, no matter how long you looked at that badge, it won’t disappear.”
You look at the balladeer with his statement. He stood up, slowly walking towards your table as he crossed his arms. “I’ve been wanting to ask you this since it’s disturbing my thoughts, are you really…chickening out? After being here for so long, that’s quite disappointing.”
You let out a scoff at his question, your eyes narrowing at his glinted eyes. You know how Scaramouche is, the way he works with his words to initiate tension. You won’t fall for it but still you wanted to admit how well he can cause tension and get away from it.
“You’re asking…me? What happened to your ‘good intuition’, the sixth harbinger?” You retorted, raising an eyebrow.
He chuckled. “That’s more like you. I just hate how you always look at your stupid badge every time I see you, it irks me.”
“That’s more like your problem, not mine.”
“I hate it still, so I will need an explanation.”
“Wow, is this manipulation 101?”
“Y/n.” He sternly called your name, his eyes softening a bit. “I wanted to know if something is bugging your mind, I’ll help if I can.”
You remained silent as a sigh escaped your lips. You reached for the file you’re supposed to read a while ago if only you didn’t space out. “It was nine days ago..”
He hummed urging you to continue. He sat down on the chair opposite to yours, waiting for your next words.
“When I learned something about a certain topic, it’s…quite bizarre.”
You looked at him seriously, his indigo orbs meeting yours. You can see how his trying to listen…how his patience is slowly thinning out on your slow words and his own pretention.
A smile formed your lips. “Gaslighting. Oh, what a bizarre topic and thing to do, right Scaramouche?”
You dramatically placed your hand on your chest as you gave him a look of pity. He clicked his tongue before standing up, fixing his hat in the process.
“Fuck you and your stupid badge.”
You laughed. His visible frustration is entertaining, especially when he cussed. Something about his cussing words just hits deeply, you can’t help but laugh.
“I waste my time for this stupid shit. I should’ve known.”
As he took a step away from table, you quickly stood up, reaching for his hand to stop him. He looked back at you with an annoyed expression. He was about to slap your hands off him but he stopped as soon as he heard you talk.
“Wait, alright. I’m sorry. I mean, I’m not half wrong but..I get the glimpse of what you’re trying to do. Just sit down. I promise, no more jokes.”
It took a couple of seconds before he spoke up. “No more fucking jokes.”
You nodded. He let out a sigh before he propped down on the chair again. You sat again too as you compose yourself.
“What the fuck is your problem?”
You bit the insides from your cheek to prevent yourself from chuckling. That’s more like him, you thought.
“This badge isn’t mine, dumbass.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Is it from an agent? A traitor perhaps? Just say the word and I’ll finish them off-”
“No need for violence, it was from a harbinger.”
His eyes widened a bit. “Did you…killed a harbinger? Y/n, that’s not how you raise your rank. You’re a trai-”
“I didn’t kill someone, why are you insisting that?”
He shrugged, leaning on the chair as he hums. He must have been playing with you as a revenge from earlier. What a child.
“It’s from a harbinger that’s been bugging me. Not in a bad way,” you cleared out before he can even decide to say a violent statement again.
“Bugging you but not in a bad way? What the heck is that supposed to mean?”
You mentally facepalmed, of course he wouldn’t know. He probably never felt that way for someone too. Now, you’re rethinking your decisions on telling him. Time for a more direct approach.
“I think I like someone.”
Silence.
You were replied by silence for almost a minute before a chuckled erupted from him. You shook your head as you listen to his laugh.
“You like someone? And you stole their badge because you like them? What a creepy move, are you a stalker?”
You rolled your eyes before you stand up, holding the file on your arms. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. I’ll need to submit this file before dinner time, bye.”
As you held the doorknob, you can still hear his laughter from your back. Maybe, you’ll tell him some other time but, you promised yourself. You even practice on the mirror on what to say, it’s ridiculous. Your eyes landed on the badge. Every time you look at it, it reminds you of the glint in his eyes then you’ll see your reflection, making you ask yourself on how did you get yourself into this.
“Hey, Scara.”
You turned around, his laughed slowly stopped as he looked at you.
“Remember the camp last month?”
His eyebrows furrowed. “Why are you asking me about such a horrible day.”
“Childe accidentally took your badge then replace it since you were pretty mad that day. It won’t be a good result if you’ve known he touched some of your belongings.”
He blinked. “And you didn’t tell me? That rascal, good thing he know what will happen.”
“I actually found it so here you go.”
You hummed, taking a last look on the badge before you throw it to him. He easily caught it with one hand, staring at it for a second. You saw how his eyes widen a bit before glancing at you again.
“This badge…is mine and what you said about it earlier…”
Your throat felt dry the moment you meet each other eyes. You tried to smile, forcing yourself to formulate some words your mind came up with.
“You’re making me feel complicated things, it’s unfitting for a harbinger.”
PLS THIS IS SO PRETTYY. HE'S SO PRETTYYY
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Ahh, I miss tumblr and Tower of God. I've been worried about our research defense that will be scheduled next week, our teacher keeps dragging the announcement of the sched. I still play Genshin and have been engrossed again with Tower of God, mostly because of Khun. I also notice the lack of fanfics/ficlets/one-shot on "Classroom of Elites" so I might write something about that. BUT, I am in the making of a "Tower of God" fanfic with well, Khun x reader? I might post it here when I reach the chapter of the reader entering the tower, yes the reader has a whole backstory. Of course, it would still follow the plot of the webtoon with a bit of the reader's own story. It will be a challenge for me to also improve in writing. I'm done with the prologue and in the middle of chapter 1. I'm posting my rumblings here since my Twitter is kind of useless, to be honest.
Thank you so much if you read this and I'm sorry for wasting your time shshs
A/N: Hi, I've been thinking about posting this since it's Albedo and apparently, I love him. So yeah...enjoy the fluff.
"And maybe a bit of this would be enough.."
You stared at your beloved significant other as he made something like a potion. He's been putting different ingredients together for who knows what result it would be but he seems pretty focused on it that you don't want to interrupt him.
You watched as he slowly mix it all up, tilting your head to see his face. His eyes were pretty focus on mixing, probably analyzing the changes that's happening on the potion. His face has this determined and curious look but after a while, his lips turned into a smile as the potion glows.
A small smile formed his lips as he stared at the potion. He immediately take out his notes and write something on it.
"This is just what I expected, I'm glad it came out well. This potion would be pretty much useful..." he mumbles. "Then I'll probably going to test it sooner or later..."
He blinks, slowly raising his head just to meet your e/c orbs. Probably realizing that it was your stare he's been feeling for a while.
"Y/n? Something wrong?"
You shaked your head, "Nope, just...observing my research topic."
He looked at you curiously, "Research topic..on me?" He put away his notes, sitting just in front of you. "What did you find out then?"
You smiled, pulling out a small notebook from your pocket. "Let's see..."
You glance at him, he seems really curious on what you write down about him. You bit the inside of your cheek to prevent yourself from chuckling.
You cleared your throat, reading the notes you take down.
"You're eyes are just too amazing to look at but it's beauty remains even if you're focus on your research. The way you unconsciously smile every now and then is also a wonderful sight to see. Also, when you're mumbling things, it's weird how it adds to your charm. "
You put down your notes, looking at him. A small smug smile plastered on his lips. His eyes looking so amusely at you.
"And...the conclusion...?" He asked, tapping his fingers gently on the table.
"Conclusion? You're a precious one. Just overall, you're pretty cute. One hundred percent successful."
He chuckled, shaking his head slowly. "Will you consider making a part two of this research?"
You hummed. "Why not? I don't think I would get tired observing things from my research topic, it's...pretty interesting."
"So this is how it will play, huh?" He smirked.
"Yep. Let's do our research together." You grinned, winking at him.
He chuckled before getting up, looking at his notes again. "Alright, I'll just test this potion and while I'm doing that..." He glance at you, a smug smile on his lips. "You can continue observing your research topic."
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.)
Venti × Reader (Genshin Impact)
(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."
Nishinoya x Fem! Reader (Fluff)
This is a first time but I hope it was fine.
"Y/n"
You hummed, not bothering to look up at your small boyfriend who's sitting up in the bed. You're currently slump on the floor while reading the book your friend just gave you and ask you to read it.
"Can I ask you something?"he added.
His tone makes you stop from reading. You looked up at him but his gaze aren't focus at you. He's directly looking at the door.
"Noya?" You called, confusion filling your mind.
Come to think of it. When you enter his room, you caught him looking at his phone with a serious look on his face. He doesn't notice your presence at first but he immediately hugs you as soon as he realized you're there, standing on his doorway.
And as usual, he pulls you to his bed, smiling at you every single time while telling you what happened in their practice match. Eventually, he became silent and stared at his phone again. You thought that maybe he's just searching for a topic to talk about or chatting with Tanaka so you decided to just read your friend's book on the floor.
But...it wasn't normal for Nishinoya to lost some topic to talk about. Even if it's kind of an idiotic topic, he would say it. And it comes with some strange but unique question like:
'What would you name your boat if you had one?'
Or
'What do you think would be the coolest name to give to a fish?'
But you love it though. You love his effort on keeping you entertained as much as he can. You love the way he consistently smiles at you every time you look at each other.
"Noya?" You called again, making sure he knows that you're waiting for his question.
You saw how his mouth opened a bit but he closed it again. He closed his eyes before sighing.
"Do you...prefer taller guys?"
You blinked at his question. Once. Twice. Is...that what he's thinking about all this time? Is your short king...just got insecured?
"Why do you ask?"you questioned.
You know that he trusts and believes in his self. He has great confidence on him so why would he think about that?
It actually takes a moment before he answered.
"Well...I'm just wondering and.."he trailed off.
You sat on the floor "And...?"
He gulped. "It's just one of my...uh, I m-mean..." He scratch the back of his head. "S-Someone told me that, girls like tall guys...so I'm just wondering if ever---"
"I had decided that from this day onwards, I'm not a girl anymore." You cut him off.
He blinks before looking at you. "What?"
You laughed. "Noya, I'm not included to that girls. I beg to differ."
"You do?"
You chuckled. "Why, yes! I mean, tall guys are kind of intimading and kind of cool but nothing beats a guys who puts an effort and has a strong determination. Height won't matter."
He stared at you for about a minute. His eyes directly looking into yours and not moving an inch. You gulped. Tall guys are intimading but being under Noya's stare, you feel yourself having a problem to breathe. You're about to say something when he suddenly jump into you.
You squeal as soon as you collide on the floor. His arms are trapping you as he looked down onto you.
"W-What?"
He smiled, that one smile that always makes your day complete. "I'm so lucky to have you."
You hang your arms behind his neck before smiling. "So am I."
He chuckled before leaning in and kissing your forehead for about five seconds before letting go. He stands up and helps you to get up before sitting in the bed again.
"Uhm...if I'm tall like---"
"No please. I love you and that's enough. You don't need to be tall...I kind of actually blessed." You told him, murmuring the last words.
"Blessed of what?"
You blinked, hesitating to answer a bit but seeing the curios look on Noya's make was enough for you to answer.
"It's just...makes it more possible for me to be comfortable around you. You know, cuddles and some sort. It's...cute," you told him, looking away for a second before sitting beside him.
You hear him chuckled and soon enough you found yourself engulfed into a hug again.
"I guess so. It's really kind of cute,"he whispered. "More cuddles from now on then?"
You giggled before kissing his cheek. "Why not?"
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!
your entry ticket
This is really helpful. I've been digging deeper on Xiao's character since it really keeps me interested. Thanks a bunch!
does anyone know why one of xiao’s aliases is The Golden Winged King?
like, do we have any background on this?
asking for a friend