Hi, my name is Miya, but you can also call me Mizu! I write whatever eccentric and flowery blurbs come to mind about fictional men who have unfortunately caught my attention. Once in a blue moon, I might doodle a few of the delusions that refuse to leave my mind.
I am extremely guilty of posting writings and drawings and immediately disappearing (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧
If tumblr keeps being mean to me I might just move all my future works to ao3 at this point guys... it's a shame because I love this blog and my theme, but I really can't with all this false flagging (╥﹏╥;)
If I end up moving I'll still leave the works I posted here to act as an archive, but this blog won't be updated anymore. I'll post another update on if I decide to move for good, but I want to wait to see if any of my appeals go through or not ദ്ദി(ㅠᯅㅠ)
₊˚ෆ Domestic Hwei and the quiet ways in which he shows you how much he loves you (Modern AU!)
₊˚ෆ Peeling oranges for you while you’re chatting away, listening to you account your daily happenings to him. He smiles as you animatedly wave your hands and between your chattering, he feeds you orange pieces with a tiny smile on his lips.
₊˚ෆ Or when you’ve been busy working on something, he’ll bring you a plate of sliced fruit. “It’s just a snack,” he says, but you can tell it’s more than that by the way he cut the apple slices to look like little rabbits.
₊˚ෆ During the spring when flowers were in season, Hwei came home with a bouquet of hand picked flowers for you.
₊˚ෆ “Huh? What’s the occasion?” You’re raising your eyebrow at him, and you can’t help but laugh with a smile on your face as he holds them out to you. “Does there need to be a reason?” His question is both innocent and serious as he tilts his head at you and you almost laugh out loud as you take the flowers.
₊˚ෆ Hwei is an attentive lover, and maybe a little bit too attentive at times. That jacket you were eyeing a few weeks ago? He bought it and customized it with a few embellishments he thought you'd enjoy.
₊˚ෆ What about when you're taking a shower during the cold winter months? He'd put your bath towel in the dryer to heat it up so you have something warm to wrap around your body when you finish showering.
₊˚ෆ Had a rough day? Hwei bought your favorite sweet treat for dessert after dinner to cheer you up. "We both deserve a treat," he says between bites, and you try hard not to laugh when you notice his not so carefully hidden stash in the back of the refrigerator.
₊˚ෆ But it's the little things with Hwei that matter the most sometimes. Like how in the beginning you each had your own hair shampoo bottles, but now he has abandoned his and just uses yours because he likes how the scent reminds him of you.
₊˚ෆ Or when you're both lazing around on a day off and you're laying on the couch wearing one of his shirts, he can't help but hold back a wide smile even though he has seen you wear his clothes hundreds of times.
₊˚ෆ Just the sight of pairs of items around the house makes him happy. Your mug next to his in the kitchen, your toothbrush and toothpaste in the bathroom, or even just your shoes by the door beside his own– they're all subtle traces of you in his life that he treasures because they make his house feel like a home.
₊˚ෆ It's small barely noticeable thing, but he particularly loves hearing noises around the house other than himself. The sound of the front door opening or closing when you come and go, the patter of the shower when he's waiting for you to get ready, and the soft chatter of your voice when you're on the phone in the other room are all sounds that make him feel warm inside.
₊˚ෆ Lazy mornings in which Hwei’s arms are loosely wrapped around your body as you slowly try to wake him up. The sun is high in the sky, but he’s always sleep deprived and a little selfish as he keeps insisting on “just 5 more minutes'' whenever you try to coax him into starting the day. He knows how weak you are to him, so with just a few sleepy kisses pressed to your neck, he’s successfully lured you back into his arms for those few extra minutes, not that you particularly mind though.
₊˚ෆ When you finally escape his sleepy grasp and pull open the curtains to let the sunlight in, he hisses softly, trying to turn away and retreat back underneath the blankets. It's finally time to get up, but his hands are searching for you, reaching for your touch as he sits up in bed with a messy bedhead while stifling a yawn in defeat.
₊˚ෆ Speaking of sleepy Hwei, he has a tendency to rest his head on your shoulder when you’re showing him something and he easily falls asleep leaning against you. You make him feel safe and calm, so be prepared for his lanky self to be curled around you after a particularly long day.
୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ Author's note - Sometimes all a man wants is a quiet life with his life partner taking part in terribly domestic things (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝)
₊˚ෆ Hwei is a man of many things– emotions, creativity, imagination, dreaming, the list goes on. He prides himself in these qualities because they shape his morals and values not just as a person, but as an artist. He's someone who can entertain himself with thoughts alone whether it be thinking about a new painting, or how to put his feelings onto canvas.
₊˚ෆ More importantly, Hwei is a man of virtue and respect. He prides himself in being an honorable person who can look into another’s eyes with quiet confidence. He speaks his mind, but not too harshly. He expresses his worries, but not too desperately. Even his joy is carefully measured and savored.
₊˚ෆ But he's also a dreamer, a thinker and a fantasizer at heart, so there are a select few vices Hwei allows himself to indulge in from time to time.
₊˚ෆ They say that patience is a virtue, but the thought of your skin against his bathed in moonlight, eyes squeezed shut as his whispers into your ear, and fingers intertwined whilst he shifts his weight against you– that's more than enough for him to toss away any remaining shred of dignity left in his mind as he longs to be anything and everything except virtuous.
₊˚ෆ Because when his mind wanders to your lips, he finds himself quietly obsessing over them, wondering how they must feel against his own, how they might taste once he finally works up the courage to kiss you, and what sounds might escape them when you're finally within reach.
₊˚ෆ Would your heart beat as loudly as his? Would it dance to its own rhythm, misbehaving and crawling up into your throat just like his? Either way, he's sure that the sound of your heartbeat will echo in his mind for days, so comforting and entirely his to dance in.
₊˚ෆ If his dreams are particularly kind to him, he secretly hopes your hands might find him in his slumber. He can almost feel your fingers ghosting over his face, carding through his hair and moving his dark locks away from his eyes in such a way that can't be mistaken for anything other than pure unrelenting affection.
₊˚ෆ They say that eyes are the windows to the soul, but he swears that if he's able to intertwine his with yours, even just for a night, he would never let you go. The space next to him in bed looks almost too perfectly shaped to hold you, but best believe he would hold you even more delicately than any soft linen or cotton could. He'll make sure of it.
₊˚ෆ So no matter whether your eyes remain squeezed shut or open wide when his fingers are tangled with yours, he's sure he wouldn't mind either way. Because to be so close to you, to hear your breaths, to feel the heat from your skin, and to taste your lips will be enough to satisfy that hunger he has for you.
₊˚ෆ But to be loved by you isn't just a wish for Hwei. It's a kind of dream he allows himself to indulge in when you've been particularly sweet to him. Because how else is he supposed to look at you with anything other than longing when your eyes twinkle at him as if he was the only other person in the world? For you to share your happiness with him, even if it's shaped and molded to your own taste, is something almost too intimate for him to wrap his head around.
₊˚ෆ So in the dead of night when sleep escapes him and only the stars remain as his solitary companions until daybreak, all he can do is sigh with a deep breath clawing its way out from his lungs.
₊˚ෆ Perhaps tomorrow when the stars have hurried along to return home, he'd finally take the first few steps towards making his dreams become reality.
୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ Author's note - Yearner Hwei has been on my mind since... well forever lol I just can't help it ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)
Nothing like logging back into this account after over a year just to find out all my fics (and even my blog navigation posts) got flagged when all I do is write fluffy and flowery fics ( ;´꒳`;)
Anyways, hi, I've risen from the dead temporarily ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و To be honest I came back to finish my old Hwei fics I promised and maybe write some Flins fics but my writing getting falsely labeled is really discouraging (īī ^ īī)
hi hi i love your fics, and your art is so cute... can i request a tiny doodle of a resting hwei? thank you so much!!
Hihi so sorry for the late response!! I had some stuff for work come up suddenly ( ；∀；) Thank you for liking my spontaneous arts and overly flowery fics!! And of course you can have some Hwei doodles~ Not one, not two, but three~
... I kinda want to draw up a skin concept for Hwei where I put him in brightly coloured paint overalls with paint splatters and give him three spray paint cans for his spell books and make his brush a huge paint roller (Chromacrash? Does Wild Rift even count at this point? Street demons? Idk I don't play I'm a fake fan)
Asdfjasdfj these ideas keep coming to me when I'm busy with work... maybe one day it will come to fruition in my mind (´；д；)
