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[hyacinthemum]

lohen and ursa!lohen x reader...... send tweet im dying KDKSKDKSKMDSMSKK

[dqlliex]

‧˚꒰🐾୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ Scaramouche as your pet CAT?! ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!

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hai hai so this is basically my first writing thing so I apologise if it’s ooc or just straight up ahh (｡ᵕ ◞ _◟)

i do appreciate some feedback or comments on what other characters i could write about!!

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₊˚⊹♡ Scaramouche was found in a horrible state when you first found him. Drenched from head to tail, shivering from the cold rain, neglected of food and barely surviving. You took him under your care, despite him being the feisty and very spicy kitten he is to everyone.

₊˚⊹♡ Knowing how much of a spicy kitten Scaramouche is, you somehow managed to muster up every single ounce of patience in yourself to not abandon this poor, misunderstood creature. Even if he kept swiping his claws at you, trying to fend you off.

₊˚⊹♡ Not knowing that Scaramouche is basically like those hybrids (catboy scara🤤), you suddenly find a very grumpy and agitated looking man sitting on your couch, one leg over the other, arms crossed, cat ears flattened against his hair in caution with his tail flicking with clear weariness. He doesn’t say anything first though.

₊˚⊹♡ At first, he is very defensive of his territory. Constantly hissing at you as you touch his food bowl to refill it with more kibble or even so as to have the audacity to grace him with your mere presence.

₊˚⊹♡ Scaramouche is so spicy to the point that one time he gave you multiple scratches while you tried to change his water, but you catch that glimpse of…guilt in his eyes? You even find him staring at his own paws and claws in the dark, as if wondering “…why did i do that?” But he’d never admit that barely there of guilt to anyone, let alone, you.

₊˚⊹♡ The longer you keep Scaramouche under your wing, you notice how he slowly began to relax even in the slightest, subtly purring when you try to pet him on the head with one finger, but then he realises what’s happening, and pulls back with an embarrassed and frustrated meow. Not at you, but at himself for suddenly letting his guard down around you. A total stranger who decided one day to become his caretaker.

₊˚⊹♡ One time, you came home after a long, tiring, and rough day from work. The moment you stepped into the house, kicking your shoes off and turning the light on, you notice how your humble abode seems more…neat. Cleaner, even. That’s when you turn your head to the side, seeing Scaramouche carrying the broom in his mouth (yes he IS that strong), he paused mid trot, staring at you as you stare back at him in surprise, confusion and even…gratitude? Then he suddenly drops the broom, glaring daggers at you as if questioning why you came home this late today. Albeit his frustration, you could tell from the way his tail was swaying, he was clearly worried and concerned about you working overtime.

₊˚⊹♡ Scaramouche would then shift into his human form, his lean form slightly hovering over you as his cat ears go into those of airplane mode with his arms crossed across his chest, leaning against the doorframe to the kitchen. “So, mind explaining what took you so long to get back? Out there mingling with other men or getting high?” He clicks his tongue in annoyance. Leaning off the doorframe, he walks over to you, almost ignoring your personal space before snatching your bag out of your grasp, and removing your jacket off your shoulders, “Go eat. The food is cold.” He hissed, tossing your bag onto the couch and hanging your jacket up somewhere without much care.

₊˚⊹♡ He eventually softens up starts to tolerate you more. You notice how he would linger around you for a while longer than needed. Keep this up, and maybe he’ll start to be around you for longer.

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should i make a part 2 soon…?

[lelalyo]

Redone!

I didn't like my first version with Scaramouche cat so I redid it.

Nothing drives me more insane than knowing I didn't give it 100% the entire time.

It's by no means perfect but I can sleep with this.

[dqlliex]

i lowkey feel like writing those genshin x reader typa stuff but i dunno.,,…

[nocturneveil]

This one scene from the aq

[yurunivo]

How I think Genshin characters would deal with a caffeine/coffee-addicted reader

Layla

Ah don't mind if she just... Grabs some from you while working. She really needs to finish her assignment, do understand

She's kind of an enabler tbh. I mean, if the two of you are both stressed about the report you haven't finished yet, it should be fine to just have another cup no? Even if it does make her jittery...

Nighttime Layla, however, chides both you and Daytime Layla for drinking that much. Especially concerned for you for any signs of caffeine overdose

Ultimately 2/10 in damage control I'm sorry, the two points are just for Nighttime Layla's scolding

Wanderer

You won't hear any complaints from him, but do be prepared to have your third cup of coffee to be replaced with decaf...

Every time you put it in the grocery list he's just staring at you, stance rigid and shaking his head like a disappointed parent

He isn't a control freak per say, he does allow you a cup or two sometimes, especially since he's such a bitter drink enjoyer himself

8.2/10 in damage control ultimately because he can't stop you from forcing it into groceries, but is excellent at switching it to decaf as quick as he can

Lohen

Lohen doesn't care much for coffee himself, but when he sees you drinking too much he steals it away running around head quarters as you chase after him with a stupid grin on his face

Caffeine makes you jittery, and he can't have you sloppily sparring with him when you're drugged from that much coffee now can he?

Despite his short stature this little shit is annoyingly good at placing your coffee at increasingly strange and high up places in the cupboard, heck he might as well hide it away in his office so that you can never fight it

10/10 in damage control, he's too good at blotting out your grocery list and hiding your increasingly dwindling coffee reserves

Freminet

He already despises caffeine, but seeing you drink it like it's an elixir of life makes him dislike it even more somehow

Always tapping your shoulder or hand with a concerned expression on his face, his nose scrunched up by the look of the dark liquid alone and trying to convince you to at least take a break

Sometimes multiple hours are spent underwater just thinking of ways to mitigate your addiction or whatever, and sometimes he speaks to Pers about it too

5/10 in damage control if you're swayed by his puppy dog eyes, 2/10 if not

[delilahdreaming]

Call You Mine

In which your every attempt at finding love ends in failure; you find out why. 

❥ Lohen x fem!reader ₊˚⊹ — words: 2.8k additional info: modern AU, reader is a college student, written before Lohen release

You sighed for the umpteenth time that afternoon. 

Your date was late. Incredibly so. It had been half an hour already and counting. You had sent out a few texts but still haven't heard a single word from him. It was looking like you had been stood up. 

Again. 

All of a sudden, your phone chimed. You scrambled to pick it up and look at the notification; it was your date. 

Hey sorry for the late response. I ran into some trouble and I don't think I'll be able to go out with you today. Again, I'm really sorry. Maybe some other time?

You groaned. This always seemed to happen. At least this guy had the decency to dignify you with a response. Most just completely ghosted you. He did suggest some other time, so maybe there was still hope? Unless he lied. 

You sipped on your coffee. 

Cold. It had gone cold. 

You got up, feeling like a total loser for waiting so long. You had actually been looking forward to this date. The guy seemed like such a sweetheart from the texts you had exchanged. And okay, you had to admit that he was hot. But alas, everything went wrong. You should have expected this by now, but you wanted to remain hopeful. 

Your love life was absolutely depressing. 

It had been so long since you had been in a proper relationship. The last one you had been in was back in high school for fuck's sake. You started college about two years ago but hadn't really found anyone in that time. You had been on a few dates during your first year but nothing came of them. At least those dates had been successful.  

For the past several months, every date you had scheduled was in vain. Either you got stood up, or the other party would come up with some vague excuse for their absence. Then, they would proceed to ghost you. It was the same vicious cycle. 

As you exited the cafe, you got another notification. Pausing, you turned on your phone to check who it was. 

It was Lohen, your roommate. 

Date going well? ;)

You typed out a reply. 

I don't want to talk about it

Ding!

You got stood up again?? LOL

If only you could strangle Lohen through the screen. 

Should you go home? Lohen would be there, and you didn't particularly feel like being ridiculed by him. You could take a walk perhaps; the weather was quite nice. 

Nodding to yourself, you pulled on your trusty pair of headphones. Thus, began your leisurely stroll. 

As you neared a trash can, you dumped your empty paper cup. You had forced yourself to finish it; you weren't one to waste money. Especially as a broke college student. 

You continued on your way, humming along to the song playing. The sun lovingly kissed your skin, blessing you with blissful warmth. A gentle breeze wafted through the air and caressed your hair. Not a single cloud clung to the sky; it was as if they dared not to disturb the peace. 

Suddenly, you heard the sound of laughter over your music. Turning towards the noise, you saw a couple of children running around by a park. 

Was this park always here? You weren't sure as you realize you've never been to this part of the city. Just how far did you walk?

Might as well take a closer look; you could sit down and take a breather. 

It was a small park, but it appeared to be well maintained. The grass looked lush and inviting. You felt the urge to lay down on it. And so, you did exactly that. 

You gazed up at the sky. There weren't any clouds to watch, but just soaking up the sunshine was fine too. The sound of laughter persisted faintly in the background, but it didn't bother you. You could tune it out and still hear your music. 

A yawn escaped you. Taking a nap seemed particularly enticing at this very moment. You'd rather not do it outside, however. While the grass was nice, nothing could beat the comfort of one's own bed. 

You got up; time to head home. If you were lucky, Lohen had left the apartment to do whatever it is he does in his spare time. Frankly, you didn't know much about him beyond surface-level knowledge. You never bothered to learn. To you, he was just your annoying roommate. Nothing more, nothing less. 

You only ended up bunking with him because you had no other options. No one you knew would be living in the city you moved to. Lohen was a friend of a friend; apparently, he needed a roommate too. Thus, that's how this arrangement came to be. You would've loved to live alone, but you simply couldn't afford it. 

Whatever. No use in thinking about what could've been. 

You checked the maps app on your phone. Looks like your apartment was about a 45 minute walk away. If the weather wasn't so nice, you're sure you would've hated yourself for taking such a detour. 

You checked the map again just to make sure you were headed in the right direction before setting off. 

You wondered what you would be having for dinner tonight. 

★ ★ ★

"Welcome back!"

You were greeted by the sight of Lohen lounging on the couch. 

Fuck, he just had to be home. 

You stuck your middle finger up at Lohen. 

Lohen gasped dramatically. "Wow, rude!"

You took off your shoes, not even sparing him a glance. "Do I look like I care?"

"Geez, someone's in a bad mood."

You rolled your eyes. "No shit."

Lohen went unusually quiet for a moment. 

"Let me see a picture of the guy."

"Why?" You looked him up and down suspiciously. 

"Just curious." Lohen's face seemed innocent enough. 

Oh well, you saw no harm in his request.

You acquiesced. "Fine." 

You opened up your phone and showed Lohen what you considered to be the best photo of your current love interest. 

"Damn, you've got terrible taste."

"Fuck you, Lohen!" You would've thrown your phone at him if you could afford to get another one. 

Lohen raised his hands to indicate he possessed no ill will. "I'm just saying, you could do better." 

"I don't exactly have many options, y’know? Every guy I talk to fucking ghosts me! I'll take whoever I can get at this point," you exclaimed in frustration. 

"That's sad." Lohen's expression was one of pity. 

Your eye twitched. The idea of hitting Lohen was starting to look more and more appealing. 

You pointed an accusatory finger at him. "What about you, huh?"

Lohen smirked. "Nah, you know I get bitches."

Unfortunately, he wasn't lying. He did indeed get bitches. It felt like nearly every other girl on campus had a crush on the jackass. But wait...

"So how come I've never seen you with a girlfriend?" You couldn't help the smug grin that spread across your face. 

"None of those girls were good enough," Lohen said matter-of-factly. 

Okay, wow. What an asshole. 

"Then, who is good enough for you?" 

"What, you want to know my type?" Lohen said with an infuriating smirk. 

You glared at him. "Ew, no. Forget I said anything." 

Lohen exaggerated his sigh. "You're so mean to me."

"Whatever. It's your turn to make dinner. Get cooking, I'm starving." 

"Geez, you're so bossy!" Lohen exclaimed, but he got up from the couch regardless. 

You headed towards your room, planning on sulking for the rest of the day. 

Lohen called out from over his shoulder. "What do you want to eat?"

"I don't care. Just use whatever's in the fridge," you yelled. 

And with that, you opened your bedroom door. 

★ ★ ★

"I'm telling you, it's as if I've been cursed! Someone's definitely praying on my downfall."

You were walking out from your last class of the day, your friend Mona by your side. 

"Who would be doing that though?" Mona questioned. "You don't have any enemies."

"I wouldn't be surprised if it was Lohen. I swear, that shithead just wants to see me suffer." You shook your head as you spoke. 

"Who's a shithead?"

You jumped. 

You turned around; unfortunately, you'd recognize that voice from anywhere. "Don't scare me like that, Lohen!" 

Lohen gave you a shit-eating grin. "But it's funny."

"Get out of here, Lohen! Nobody likes you." Mona shooed him away as if he were a particularly pesky fly. He pretty much was if you really thought about it. 

"Rude!" Lohen complained. 

"You don't deserve the courtesy of manners," you replied coldly. 

Lohen sighed dramatically. "Can't believe I have so many opps. Guess it comes with being so hot." 

"That last part is wrong. Everyone just hates you because you're you," you corrected him. 

"I'd refute that but arguing with haters is a waste of time," Lohen replied dismissively. 

"You're just saying that because you know I'm right." Your tone was smug as you spoke. 

Lohen crossed his arms. "Again, not arguing with haters." 

"Whatever. Come on, Mona. Let's ditch his ugly ass." You tugged on her arm. 

"Yes, let's." Mona agreed. 

"Well then, see you around." Lohen waved at you casually. 

You didn't respond as you turned your back on him. 

★ ★ ★

You groaned, frustrated. 

Your latest date had blocked you. Some other time, my ass! You were fuming. 

Whatever, he wasn't even all that anyway. Plenty of fish in the sea as they say. Unfortunately, having to go fishing was an annoying process. 

You sighed; there was no helping it. Not like you could do anything other than move on. 

You opened up your dating app and began to swipe. You came across multiple guys but not many of them were your type. 

Sure, you were desperate for a boyfriend; you couldn't deny that. But you did have standards. 

You ended up pausing on one profile. 

Mark, huh? He was pretty cute; you swiped right. 

You kept swiping through people but couldn't find anyone else who piqued your interest. Sighing, you decided to doomscroll instead. 

Not too long after, you got a notification about a new match; it was Mark! 

Excitedly, you opened up your dating app. 

Heyy hru?

Mark responded immediately. 

I'm good, you?

You're really pretty btw

You giggled to yourself. 

Tyy <3

To answer your question, I'm good as well :)

You continued to text Mark well into the night. The two of you had hit it off instantly. You actually had quite a bit in common. Turns out, he even went to the same college as you. You ended up scheduling a date with him for this weekend. 

That night, you went to bed with an incredibly stupid grin on your face. 

★ ★ ★

"What's got you smiling like that?" Lohen looked at you like you were an alien. 

Somehow, your smile grew even bigger. "I'm talking to a new guy!" 

"What's his name?" Lohen asked. 

"Mark," you answered. 

Lohen tilted his head. "Mark, you say?" 

You nodded. "Yep."

"That's a dumb name," Lohen said, expression indifferent. 

You glared. "Not like yours is any better!"

Lohen looked unbothered. "I don't know what you're talking about. My name is great."

You rolled your eyes. "Whatever makes you feel better."

"So, you going out with this guy?" Lohen questioned. 

"That's the plan," you affirmed. 

Lohen laughed. "Hope nothing goes wrong!"

If looks could kill, Lohen would be six feet under and some more. "If you jinxed it, I'm going to fucking kill you."

"Relax, you'll find someone eventually. Just gotta be patient," Lohen spoke placatingly. 

"Easy for you to say," you muttered. 

"What was that?" Lohen was definitely pretending that he didn't hear you. 

You refused to fuel his overzealous ego. "Nothing."

"You sure? I thought I heard you say-"

You cut him off. "Shut up!"

"So, what time is your date?" Lohen pried. 

"Why do you want to know?" You glanced at him suspiciously. 

"Just curious."

You stuck your tongue out. "Not telling!"

Lohen shrugged. "Whatever, I didn't care anyway."

You smirked. "Oh, really? You seem pretty nosy for someone who doesn't care." 

"Shut the fuck up."

Hah, got 'em!

"Oh, wipe that smug grin off your face. I'm just asking as a good roommate should," Lohen defended himself. 

You rolled your eyes. "Since when did you care about that? You've always been a shitty roommate."

"Hey, watch your mouth! I'm the one doing the cooking tonight," Lohen spoke indignantly. 

"Fine, fine, I apologize." You weren't sorry at all. 

Lohen nodded to himself, satisfied. "That's better."

"Okay, you can get in the kitchen now. Chop, chop!" You pestered. 

"Alright, alright, I'm going!"

You snickered. "You'd make a great housewife, y'know?" 

"Fuck you."

★ ★ ★

Today was the day. 

Looking forward to our date :)

You couldn't help the childlike grin that adorned your face. 

I'm sorry but I'm not interested anymore

You froze. Not again, damnit!

Why? Is there something wrong with me?

You watched as Mark kept typing, stopping, and continuing. 

I'm not supposed to tell you but I think you should know. A guy threatened me to stay away from you. It's not that I hate you or anything. Please understand.

What the fuck?

Do you know the guy who threatened you? Just give me a name. Please I beg you.

You had to know more; this was serious. 

I think his name was Lohen

No way. 

Your phone nearly slipped from your grasp. Was it really Lohen? Did he only threaten Mark? Had he been threatening all of your dates? You just couldn't wrap your head around the notion. 

You had to talk to him. Now.

You picked up your phone and searched for your last texts with Lohen. 

Lohen we need to talk NOW

He replied instantly. 

What's wrong?

You typed furiously. 

Get your ass home now. Then we'll talk.

You saw Lohen typing and then stop. 

I'm being serious Lohen. I'll fucking kill you if you don't come here right this instant.

Lohen left you with a simple one word response. 

Ok

You paced around angrily as you waited for Lohen; it was the only thing you could do at the moment. 

★ ★ ★

"You threatened him?"

"I wouldn't say that." Lohen paused to think for a moment. "It's more like I used some good-natured persuasion."

You frowned, utterly unimpressed. "So, let me get this straight. All my dates ghosted me because of you?" 

It was more of a statement rather than a question. 

He shrugged. "I guess."

"Why?"

Lohen looked you dead in the eye as he spoke. "None of them were worth your time."

You crossed your arms. "Then who is worth my time?"

"Me."

"Huh?" You were visibly and irrevocably confused. 

Lohen rolled his eyes. "What, do I need to repeat myself?" 

He didn't sound as confident as he normally did; in fact, he appeared to be putting on an act. You weren't sure why that was the case, but you didn't care enough to question it. 

You scoffed. "No, I just didn't realize you were this much of an egomaniac."

"I'm being serious. I'm in love with you." Lohen seemed to cringe as soon as those words left his lips. 

"Wait, what?!" You stared at Lohen, mouth agape. 

"Yeah..." Lohen murmured, looking anywhere but you. The tips of his ears were pink. 

You didn't bother to hide your vexation. "You could've just asked me out like a normal person would," you huffed. 

"But I'm not normal," Lohen stated as if that was an obvious fact. Which you suppose it was. 

You sighed, exasperated. "Yes, I'm well aware."

Lohen took a deep breath. "So is it too late for me to ask you out? You know, like a normal person."

You looked down at the floor, suddenly unable to meet his eyes. "Sorry, but I don't see you that way."

"I know."

Your head snapped up upon hearing that. "Then why bother with all of this?" 

"Because I'm an asshole. That's why," Lohen mumbled, seemingly ashamed of himself. 

"Never would've guessed." Your tone was derisive. 

"Listen, I'm really sorry for everything. I was just scared of rejection, and I couldn't bear the thought of seeing you with someone else." Lohen  hesitated before whispering. "Just give me one chance. One date." 

You were about to open your mouth to reject him, but he interrupted you. 

"Think of it as me making it up to you. For everything," Lohen pleaded. 

Was... was he actually begging you? 

You sighed, utterly exhausted. "Fine, one date."

You agreed that Lohen did owe you some kind of compensation for all of the torture he put you through. Really, you were just fed up with everything. What's the harm in accepting his offer? Not like things could get any worse. 

And okay, maybe you were getting desperate for even a modicum of romance in your life. You would never admit that aloud, however. 

Lohen perked up immediately. He flashed you a smile that you're sure would've had other girls swooning. 

"So, when are you free?" 

A/N: Already got a part 2 planned!! Linking it here once it's out <3 

It's probably gonna be much shorter than this first part though. Also dunno when I'll finish it since I still have yet to write part 2 of Play Stupid Games, Win Stupid Prizes...

[yurunivo]

Would these genshin characters step on your foot while ballroom dancing?

Durin

Oh yes definitely, he swears he doesn't mean to though!

He's already unused to this human form, having to pay attention to his footwork, when to spin and when to extend his arm is going to have him in shambles

Unironically enough, as soon as he steps on your foot once, he apologizes only to step on it again

Feels especially bad about it when he sees you trying to hide your wince lmfao

Quick learner though! He doesn't mind accidentally slipping on the soles of his feet, falling down on the hard marble floors if it means he won't hurt you again, accidental or not

Wanderer

I'd say no tbh

As a harbinger, he's definitely attended enough parties to get a hold of his footwork well enough to adapt and adjust to you

On the unlikely circumstance that he does step on your foot, he drags you away after the dance and offers to check if it leaves a bruise or something

(if it does he's sulking for the rest of the knight)

Generally though, he's already light on his feet, especially so with his Anemo vision that the chances of that ever happening is less than 0

If you ever step on his foot though he's just incredibly impassive about it, mainly because he just doesn't care

Lohen

This little shit steps on your foot on purpose

Doesn't even matter if he's half decent at dancing, you will still feel the pointy bit of his boot stomping on your poor toes

If ever asked, he says he does it for the pure sake of seeing your reaction

The amount of times you've made a pained expression just because of him scared off any potential dance partners for his night, and his stare alone scares off anyone you seems to take an interest to you

Good luck with him! You're going to find at least one chipped nail by the time you get home to see your poor foot

Flins

It's beyond laughable if you think that this man would ever trip over himself

He always has a hand on your lower back to guide you in the dance, and whenever he or you get close to accidentally stepping on each other's foot he's always quick to smoothly change dance positions for your dignity

He'd be the talk of the whole ballroom just for his charming maneuvers, but even you could tell that his whole persona is always a farce with the way he languidly kisses your gloved hand at the end of the waltz

By the time the whole dance is done, you'd not even recognize the concept of stepping on a dance partner's foot

[kinichiwa]

kinich x reader; pure fluff; a little something before I go MIA for finals

Kinich looks at you like you hung the moon and stars in the sky. 

And really, it’s quite obvious. Almost too obvious to his friends — particularly Mualani, who giggles about how "utterly in love with you" the saurian hunter was. To her dismay, you refuse to believe so, always laughing her words off entirely.

Well, she supposes you can’t be blamed for being so oblivious. 

Kinich is rather skilled at putting on the calm, stoic facade you’re used to seeing, after all. But while it may be hard for you to catch the affection the hunter harbors for you, it's all too clear to everyone else.

He’s always right beside you: a gentle hand on your back when walking through the busy streets, or the occasional brush of his shoulders against yours when he "accidentally" stands too close during your meetings with Chief Wayna.

Even when Kinich isn't beside you, you don’t see his longing gaze fixated on the way you so easily laugh and smile with others, whispering lighthearted jokes in their ears. You don’t see the usually-poised warrior fixed in a trance as he scrubs his claymore clean 10 times too much because his mind is preoccupied with thoughts of you.

Mualani likes to joke that Kinich looks like your guard dog, and Ajaw agrees, much to the Almighty Dragonlord’s annoyance. Archons, how did his servant manage to turn into this gooey, cheesy mess of an idiot?! The dragon can only pray you turn Kinich so stupidly in love that he trips over himself and falls off a cliff to his demise.

Unfortunately for Ajaw, you are rather oblivious to Kinich's feelings.

Well — mostly. Because sometimes, you're left wondering if Mualani’s exaggerated words may have even the slightest bit of truth to them. Times like this, when it’s just you and Kinich. Alone.

“Tired?” you murmur, observing the hunter’s face. It’s dim outside, your only source of light being the flames of the bonfire before you.

“A little,” Kinich admits. He’s subconsciously leaning into you, warm breath grazing your cheeks. It makes you shiver despite the relatively warm weather.

You can’t pinpoint exactly what it is, but his eyes look softer, gaze tender as they trail over your eyes, nose, and finally landing on your lips.

“What?” you chuckle, nudging his shoulder softly. Kinich is quiet, yes, but never this quiet. There’s an air of vulnerability to him as he looks back up at you. His pupils are dilated, you realize, orbs of sunset widening considerably as they meet your gaze.

“…Nothing.” Kinich exhales softly, fidgeting with his gloves as his eyes flit away from yours again. He seems almost a bit nervous, you think — quite odd for the usually stoic man. For the next couple of seconds, the hunter continues to stare wordlessly at the dirt.

You sigh. You’re about to ask Kinich what in Teyvat was on his mind, but he beats you to breaking the silence.

“It’s…” he starts, swallowing thickly.

“It’s just…you look really pretty tonight, did I tell you that?”

[ananeuvii]

❛ when can i call you mine ?! ❜

synopsis : you got stood up :C, tragic yes, but thankfully for your best friend is on his way and totally not thankful it didn't work out!

tags : fluff, crack, suggestive language, lohen is insanely down bad btw, venti is ooc probably AHHH MY VENTI WRITING HAS BEEN MID LATELY, idk what's happening with kinich's gng it's one am.

characters : 　 lohen (pre-release, may be ooc), lyney, wanderer, venti, kinich.

author's notes. i got lazy at kinich im sorry this idea has been rotting in my drafts since february </3

[hitomisuzuya]

in which wanderer is a gentleman. wanderer x fem!reader. soft! wanderer. fluffy fluff fluff.

wanderer has been extra deep on thought lately. he knows he is lucky. really fucking lucky. you are so far out of his league that he isn't even playing the same game as you.

he is an experience to be around. he knows this. the entire akademiya knows this. pretty much all of teyvat knows this.

and yet, somehow, he manages to get himself a little wife. you do so much for him. and you don't ask for a thing in return (which baffled him for the longest time).

wanderer has grown increasingly worried that he doesn't do enough for you. in his anxiety, he took refuge in the library until later than usual lately. he checks out, and thoroughly reads every book the akademiya library has to offer about one subject.

the art of being a gentleman.

reading about it simple enough. being polite, opening doors, and the like. it's just finding situations to put these into practice that's hard for him. he isn't the best at expressing himself to begin with.

easier said than done is shoving itself down his throat more than usual. he doesn't want you to suddenly think he wasn't right for you.

then, it was like the heavens opened up for him when you say one day, "okay, i'm heading out to the store now. do you want me to pick you up anything special? coffee?"

wanderer's ear's prick like a cat's. "you are going out?" he won't admit it, but he always gets a little anxious when you say you are going out.

"mhm," you nod, smiling softly at him as you open your wallet to double check how much mora you have, "we need groceries for the week, and cat food. and i want to get ingredients to make your favorite eel and rice bowl. you have been working so hard on that paper lately."

wanderer reels for a second. what did he do to deserve you, damn it? he is really starting to consider what that strange boy from the temple of silence suggested to him one day. "you better lock that one down," is what he said. for someone who talks too much, sethos has a point.

"i am going with you," he picks the cat quietly sleeping in his lap up, and gently puts him down, "and leave your wallet here. i have money, i'll pay."

"really?" you ask, your eyes lighting up hearing he decided to come with you, "but you should keep your money for your research--"

"let's go," wanderer gently cuts you before you can protest anymore. he didn't want you to go out without him, not when he has had such a bad feeling since returning from nod krai. he still feels like he has a chip on his shoulders...

"okay, it will be really nice to have your company," you hook your arm through his when wanderer extends it to you.

wanderer mentally purrs seeing you cling to his arm like that. he gives himself two gentleman points, as far as he is concerned, he is a on a roll so far.

he stays close to you while you are at the market stalls. he keeps looking around for threats, anyone watching you. he also notices the ones that look too hard at you, those leave a bad taste in his mouth.

he glares at another man walking right up with his eyes fixed on you. keep walking buddy, she's taken sears into the other man, stopping him right in his tracks, and making him turn around and walk the other way.

after you finish at one stall, he promptly takes the bags from you. "i'll carry these," he gently plucks the bags from your fingers.

"my, my, what a gentleman," you tilt your head up, giving him a soft kiss on the lips. wanderer looks away as his cheeks heat, his vision on his chest lighting up.

he gives himself ten, no twenty gentlemen points for that. you even told him specifically he is being a gentleman. big win.

as you start walking again, life just suddenly gives him another shining opportunity. you have to walk next to a road to get the stall you prefer that sells sea food.

wanderer walks next to you, closest to the road with his arm around you. you would be out of the way of any oncoming traffic from people or sumpter beasts passing by.

he didn't even read this move in a text book either. he'd seen an elderly man do this with his wife while they were walking together. to him, that is the most pure hearted act of gentleman kindness he had ever seen.

he gives himself ten thousand points, and then twenty more for the way you smile at him.

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DO NOT plagiarize/translate/repost on tumblr or any other site without my permission.

[xiaolovesu]

Your boyfriend Scara and his unfunny reels obsession

:modern au! established relationship! fluff!

Masterlist

You were sprawled lazily across the couch, one leg tucked under you as your phone hovered inches from your face. The soft crunch of chips filled the quiet room, broken only by the faint sounds of reels playing one after another. It was one of those slow, uneventful days—the kind you didn’t mind sharing in comfortable silence.

Scaramouche lay beside you, his head resting on your thigh as if it belonged there. One hand was holding a phone, the other absentmindedly tapping against your leg in rhythm with whatever thoughts ran through his head. Every now and then, he’d glance up at you, his expression unreadable but calm.

Your phone buzzed.

You didn’t even need to check who it was. Of course it was him. You opened the reel he had just sent, the same kind of chaotic, oddly edited clip he always seemed to find hilarious. You stared at it, waiting for the punchline… and waiting… and waiting.

Nothing.

Your brows slowly furrowed. “…What’s so funny about this?” you asked, tilting your phone slightly so he could see your unimpressed expression.

Without even lifting his head, Scaramouche’s lips curved faintly. “Everything.”

You blinked. “…Everything?” you repeated, incredulous.

“You just don’t get it” he said while looking at you

A small scoff left your lips as you tossed another chip into your mouth. “No, I get it. It’s just not funny.”

He pushed himself up slightly on his elbows now, staring at you as if you had just said something deeply offensive. “That’s because your sense of humor is questionable.”

You gasped softly, placing a hand over your chest in mock offense. “My sense of humor? You’re the one laughing at a guy tripping over air with dramatic music in the background.”

“It’s the timing,” he said flatly, as if that explained everything. “And the absurdity.”

You stared at him for a moment, then shook your head, a laugh slipping out despite yourself. “We are not on the same page when it comes to humor.”

He hummed in agreement, resting his head back on your thigh, his fingers lightly tapping against your leg again. “Obviously.”

Another notification popped up.

You squinted at your phone. “…Did you just send me another one?”

“Watch it,” he said, already sounding far too pleased with himself.

You sighed but opened it anyway, bracing yourself. A few seconds passed. Silence.

Then you forced out a small, unconvincing laugh. “Haha… yeah… so funny…”

Scaramouche immediately narrowed his eyes, lifting his head again. “That was fake.”

“What? No, it wasn’t,” you said quickly, avoiding his gaze.

“It was,” he insisted, sitting up now, his expression sharpening. “You do that every time.”

You lowered your phone, giving him a sheepish look. “…Okay, maybe a little.”

“A little?” he echoed, crossing his arms. “You always send that stupid laughing emoji too.”

“Well, I don’t want to hurt your feelings,” you muttered, poking his shoulder lightly.

He paused, then scoffed, looking away. “My feelings aren’t that fragile.”

A small smile tugged at your lips. “Mhm. Sure.”

There was a brief silence before he shifted closer again, resting his head back on your thigh—this time with a little more weight than before, as if he was making a point.

“…You could at least try to understand it,” he muttered.

You looked down at him, your fingers absentmindedly brushing through his hair. “I do try. Your humor is just… broken.”

“Wrong,” he said immediately. “It’s superior.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “Keep telling yourself that.”

He didn’t reply this time, but you caught the faintest hint of a smile on his lips as he closed his eyes, clearly unbothered.

Your phone buzzed again.

You glanced at the screen, then groaned. “Scaramouche—”

“Just watch it.”

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note: he is so silly, i love him sm, @justag00ber for u

[yurunivo]

What kind of engagement gifts I think Genshin characters might give you

Wanderer

A hairpin. .... What? He isn't the one to go all out with his gift giving. Even then, with how emotionally constipated he is, you'd probably be the one to propose first. Then and only then would he go back to the commission that he always kept on queue for special occasions like these (shh, you didn't hear him say that), and gift you it by placing it in your palms some random day. He doesn't really care if you don't have hair long enough to tie it with, he just wants you to keep it around. Even though he'd say something along the lines of "Not that I care or anything."

"Oh my Archons this is so pretty! How did you know my favorite gemstone though, I don't think I ever told you?"

"... No comment."

Lohen

His other earring. Yeah, you probably expected something way crazier, but believe it or not he's actually kind of serious about stuff like this (believe me I'd know). Kept in a surprisingly decent jewelry box, he'd give it to you with all the confidence that he knows what he's doing. After all, as soon as one sees the distinct design of the Vice Captain's earring on you, they'd be sure to back off to know their place now wouldn't they? He wouldn't even have to go chase them around with his polearm, which, sure, he enjoys, but it is sometimes nice to see when you're not stressed out about what he's doing all the time.

"Quite the cheesy gift," you teased, clasping the metal onto your ear, and he only hummed approvingly at the sight.

"Well we are soulmates," he snickered for a bit. "Gotta let everyone know we're each other's other half.

Flins

What? You guys were bound to each other ever since he gave you his name and you gave yours, didn't you know? (JRBFJEJDND) However, I do think that he will take the consideration to gift you something, he likes bending along to your whims after all. So, he'd decide on a necklace with his initials carved on it, just so others would know which elusive lightkeeper the estranged (Name) (Last Name) belonged to. It also ties a nice nod to his whole "knowing ones name to tie them to your fate" thingy.

"I'd say you did quite well in picking this." You practically marvelled at the craftsmanship. Seriously, you'd need to ask Flins who made it.

"Indeed I did," he hummed, clasping the chain behind the nape of your neck, before kissing the aforementioned area with a smile on his face.

Arlecchino

A simple ring. Fontainians were known for their extravagant gift giving tendencies, but she finds it simplest to just gift you a ring with decent craftsmanship. Though, if you look closer at the ruby engraved into the metal, it emitted a sort of warmth that one would only experience with a pyro vision, as if she herself carved her elemental traces onto a piece of jewelry. Maybe that'd also explain why she's always the first to know whenever you got yourself in trouble fighting.

"I'm starting to think that you somehow tampered with my ring," you panted heavily, grip on your sword taut as you stared at the bright ruby shining back at you.

"Curious indeed my dear (Name)," your fiancee's voice called out, and you swore that you could hear the faintest bit of smugness in her tone.

(A/N: this came to me when I was doomscrolling through Pinterest and saw a pretty jewelry design. Enjoy)

[benjaminsplayhouse]

Expanding on this

Idea from @vencisifurina

Hickeys with Lohen ♡

Lohen was a biter, you knew this. From the moment he started courting you, he had no shame is leaving his claim all over you. Your neck, your chest, your arms, your thighs, no where was safe from his sharp teeth. Lohen would spend nights laying on top of you, his face buried in some part of your body. And he would just suck and bite until pretty bruises bloomed and covered your skin.

Unfortunately, Lohen was also extremley possesive. You were HIS prince/princess. And he wanted everyone to know that. And what better way to do that than by making it so everyone could see the marks he left on you!

~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~

It was late. You and Lohen were cuddled in bed, having just ate a big dinner and taken a nice warm shower together. You were exhausted. But, as always, Lohen wasn't. No, he was hungry. Starving even. But not for food, no no. For your skin.

Right as you had begun to fall asleep, Lohen began to place small butterfly kisses on your face and neck. Never biting, just lightly tapping his lips against the skin. He could feel you squirming, trying to push his head away while claiming it tickled. He didn't care.

When he finally felt your hand come up to tug at his hair, he striked. Suddenly his teeth sank into the skin of your shoulder, deep enough to break the skin. Lohen could taste the blood in his mouth. It was sweet, warm. He couldn't help but groan at the sensation. His tounge came out to lap at the skin, lips sealing tight around the wound.

But he wasn't done there. Barbatos no. Once he was sure the bleeding from his previous bite had subsided, he began to trail kisses all over you. Starting at your jaw, before slowly inching towards your chest. Leaving bite marks and bruises as he went. For a moment he stopped at your nipples. Not biting, not suckings, just staring. As if comtemplating what to do. It didn't take long before he was diving in though, smothering your chest in suckles and kisses until you were moaning under him.

When he was finally done with your nipples, they were all sore and wet. And he didn't even seem to care! He just kept trailing down your body. Lower, and lower, until he reached your underwear. Nuzzling his nose into your crotch, before using his mouth to bite down on the waistband and pull down your underwear. Tossing them into some random corner of the room.

The sight of you made him whine. You were already so aroused, just from him marking you! It was so embarrassing. He wanted to mock you for it, but the sight of your thighs had distracted him. His teeth sinking into the thick flesh before you could even blink.

This went on for hours. Lohen spreading kisses and leaving hickeys all over your skin. Barley paying any attention to your poor neglected cunt/dick. He waited until you were all covered up, until there would be no doubt on who you belonged to. Before he finally buried his face in your thighs to finally make you cum.

~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~

You woke up the next morning, sore and covered in Lohen's marks. There wasn't even a point in trying to cover them all! When you tried, you just kept finding more. No amount of concealer or layered clothes could cover the damage he had done to your skin.

And unfortunately for you, you had to go run errands today... Which lead you to right now. Standing outside the Knights of Favonious with a stack of papers while some poor horrified knight asked you about the marks on your body. You couldn't even explain yourself! I mean, how do you explain that your boyfriend got greedy with you!?

The torment didn't end there either. After thinking you had finally escaped questioning from random knights, your ran into Jean and Varka! Poor you...

[kinichiwa]

Hit Me Harder ft. LOHEN

Lohen x reader, cw: slightly suggestive; alludes to sex afterward, written pre-release

It’s been two hours with the vice captain of the 5th company.

You’re gritting your teeth, parrying Lohen’s spear as he lunges toward you. No, probably closer to three hours now, you think vaguely to yourself, both annoyance and exhilaration flashing in your gaze. 

Your boyfriend is insane. Not that you didn’t know beforehand, of course — the man had rather bizarre ways of courting you, ranging from bloodsoaked roses dipped in a poor enemy’s remains to gifting you the 5th company’s latest ranged weaponry. After you two had made it official, rather than a romantic candlelit dinner or stargazing on Starsnatch Cliff, Lohen’s favorite activity with you was sparring day to night. 

You sigh.

Mustering the last of your strength, you press the haft of your weapon hard against Lohen’s. The vice captain staggers away from you, one hand still clutching his battered spear as he wipes a drop of blood from his lip with the other. 

Breathing heavily, you look up, expecting to see a look of surprise (or even defeat, you pray— you hope to end this grueling duel as soon as possible) on his face. Instead, you’re met with only pure, battle-drunk bliss. 

Lohen’s lips are smeared with dust and blood, yet there’s not a trace of fatigue on them. Rather, an almost feral grin splits the vice captain’s dirtied up face, along with a matching feverish glimmer in those crimson eyes you’ve somehow grown to love. The burning blush that sweeps from Lohen’s cheeks and further down to his neck only gives you confirmation on how utterly delighted he is.

It’s sick, yet you can’t help but squeeze your thighs together.

“Oh, how interesting,” Lohen chuckles breathlessly, advancing toward you. You gaze warily at the man, grip tightening on the handle of your weapon. “That was such a good battle,” he exhales, voice akin to a shaky groan.

As Lohen takes another step toward you, you back up, a weak complaint ready on your tongue. But the vice captain doesn’t seem to particularly care as he starts to close the gap between your bodies.

“Lohen, this is ridi—“ you start, voice faltering when you feel your back hit a column of cold stone. In the vastness of The Thousand Winds Temple, you’re trapped. Your predicament ignites a fire in Lohen’s eyes — one that matches the various nasty cuts and crimson bruises on his once-porcelain skin. A triumphant grin crawls onto your boyfriend’s lips as he presses an arm above your head, caging you in.

“Ridiculous?” he laughs, as if it’s the funniest thing in the world. “Oh, no, gorgeous. I think it’s quite the opposite.”

You frown, sighing in exasperation. “Lohen—“

But before you can say more, you feel Lohen’s lips crash against yours. It’s rough and desperate, making you gasp in surprise as your weapon clatters onto the stone floor. The spar is long forgotten, the only bloodshed being the iron tang of Lohen’s blood flooding your mouth, his bruised up lip fighting yours in a much different battle.

It doesn’t take long for you to melt into the kiss, your body becoming soft and pliant in his grip. 

You feel Lohen grin. He always does after you submit to him. 

Your boyfriend bites at your lower lip, attempting to force his tongue into your mouth. You oblige without hesitation — a muffled groan leaves you as you feel the wet muscle intrude. Lohen moans into your mouth as he presses his chest insistently against yours in an effort to get impossibly closer.

It’s only then that you realize there’s also something hot and hard pressing insistently against your lower stomach.

A strangled sound bubbles in your throat as you forcibly pull away from Lohen, an almost scandalized look in your eyes. He merely shrugs, smiling wolfishly at your shock.

“What?” he smirks, voice shaky with excitement. “I can’t help it when you’re all marked up under me like this.”

Lohen gently thumbs at a nasty cut on your face, inspecting the blood on his glove. “You know how much I get turned on when we spar,” he coos. As if to prove his point, he rolls his hips against yours, letting you feel the obvious bulge in his trousers.

Your breath catches in your throat. “I do know,” you reply, voice barely a whisper. 

Lohen chuckles darkly, leaning in closer until your noses are practically touching. “Good,” he murmurs. His eyes are twitching, you notice — as if adrenaline has wholly taken over his body.

“Because someone needs to solve my problem right now, don’t they?” he purrs, fingers surrounding the column of your throat.

Another kind of sparring commences.

[ruruumin]

#1 fanboy.

₊˚ෆ fan!lohen x streamer!fem!reader.

⤷ streamer au! headcanons & drabble with lohen as your fanboy.

˚₊‧꒰ა varka thinks he is crazy, lohen believes otherwise.

⤷ lohen found out about you when he was in his second year of college. outside of his boxing classes and gym, he would work at the mailroom. he hated wearing the uniform but it gave him a lot of free time to do nothing. on a particularly boring day, he got suggested clips on youtube of your streams.

⤷ it was like love at first sight. your stream consisted of playing horror games or just chatting. as a horror fanatic, you scratched all the right itches for lohen. every game he had interest in playing, you were already booting it up on your pc and showing it to your fans.

⤷ he liked that you weren’t terribly squeamish. he hated other streamers that would play horror games just to rack in views. their overly high pitched screams and exaggerated narrations were always off-putting to him. but you? it was different. he learned that you worked at the morgue previously, so your tolerance for the macabre had always been stronger than most. during streams, you would pause shortly to explain the logistics of the human body (he loved these moments because he got to learn something new)

⤷ he would tune into your streams on the daily, even while at work, when he was packaging and sorting mail, he had you in his earbuds. it was getting to the point he would even watch your streams while in class or in the shower (there were truly no bounds for this guy).

⤷ imagine varka’s surprise when he visited lohen’s single dorm, and saw the assortment of merchandise he has accumulated. although he has told the man to stop, he was powerless in the face of obsession. lohen was already ordering a new set of keychains and button pins in your likeness. 

⤷ for lohen’s birthday, varka gifted him two special tickets to your fan meet-and-greet. while the latter could care less about you, he knew that lohen would be happy just to satisfy his curiosity of holding your hand once. he was luckily a very good egg while in line. not causing too much of a fuss even though it was long.

⤷ when he finally got to see you in person, his heart nearly exploded on the spot. you were smiling at him, waving as you held a pen in your other hand, asking if he wanted an autograph. 

“what is your name, lucky viewer?” 

lohen cleared his throat and straightened out his back, “my name is lohen! i’ve been a fan of yours for a while—so its a real honor seeing you in person,” the bag he was carrying was beginning to rattle louder than a snake. it was heavy with keychains and plushies of you. on the surface he looked like a total dork.

“oh!” a moment of eureka flashes through you, “are you frozenhare? i remember you from my streams!”

lohen might die at this very moment from a heart attack. he knew that you were attentive. he just didn’t know you remembered him like this.

“thank you so much for your superchats and messages. you really helped me out during my last playthrough of murder house. i feel like i wouldn’t have gotten out if it wasn’t for you!” 

“really?” he laughs, “you cleared everything else so easily, i almost thought you didn’t need my help.”

“of course not! i always look forward to seeing you in my chat. you’re so helpful its kind of embarrassing for me—” as you were rambling about the rest of the game, lohen could only nod his head in agreement. he couldn’t get out of his head that you were looking forward to seeing him. it was like a dream come true. his favorite streamer noticed him! and you even wanted to see him! how much better can the day be?

perhaps not as good as this: “where would you like me to sign for you?” 

on his arm, lohen wanted to say. but he knew if you were to ever do something like that, he might have to stop showering all together (disgusting, but strangely devoted). instead, he holds out a simple notebook.

varka found it odd how easy it was for lohen to be tamed. during their boxing sessions, lohen always held this look of determination and hunger. the man was the perfect representation of sadomasochism. always eager to fight even when he was down for the count. finding new ways to twist varka’s arm.

now? it was replaced with pure adoration. varka could imagine the voices in lohen’s head: so cute! i love her! so cute! i love her! so cute! i love her! so cute! shes so cute! i love her so much!

when you hand back the notebook to lohen, he is surprised to see a message written by you. your handwriting was neat and there was a cute heart next to the end of your signature. 

do you want to play games together? message me on discord!

[parasiticdecay]

Thank you anon for your commission! It's been a while since I suffered through a Hoyoverse design.