[siluc]

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© SILUC 2021

[yearningpine]

“Fall into my arms”

Summary: In which someone makes a bet that they wouldn't catch you if you ran towards them at full speed while their hands are full. So, you decided to test it out.

Characters: Illuga, Lohen, Xiao, Kinich

Illuga

Absolutely, 100%

Would drop everything in his hands just to catch you even if he was holding something precious or fragile. The only time he wouldn't catch you would be if he was holding something sharp or dangerous, anything that could potentially harm you if he accidentally dropped you.

“!? W-Wait! I'm still holding onto Sir Flins’ supplies!! If you fall—”

Despite his increasingly panicked attempts at persuasion, his body moved quicker than his mind. In less than a second, his hands had already dropped everything onto the floor and his feet were planted firmly into the ground, arms spread widely to catch you just in the nick of time

Uses his entire body to cushion the impact and slow you down, making sure that even if the two of you were to fall, he would be the one hitting the ground first. Luckily, his feet were planted firmly enough into the ground that none of you ended up tumbling onto the ground, with yourself landing safely into his arms.

After double (maybe triple) checking that you weren't hurt, he proceeds to chew your ear off for the next hour or so, reprimanding you for your reckless and irresponsible actions. That was far too dangerous! What if he slipped before he could catch you!?

“Don't ever do something so reckless again. If you do, don't expect me to catch you again (｀ヘ´)”

He absolutely would. But he would also prefer if you were to greet him normally next time instead of giving him a heart attack

… At least the feeling of carrying you in his arms more than makes up for it

(More below the cut)

Lohen

“Oh?”

He watched as you hurled yourself towards his direction, intrigue and a hint of puzzlement sketched onto his face

Depending on the time of day, there's a 50% chance Lohen would open his arms and catch you so that the two of you would fall together, as well as another 50% chance that he'll wait right up until the moment you're almost in front of him, step aside and then catch you just as you were about to fall face first into the ground. What can he say? An eye for an eye, a surprise for a surprise.

Honestly, he finds your trust in him rather endearing. Even though you know that he has a million tricks up his sleeves, you still chose to run towards him at full speed with your arms wide open, not caring if he was in the mood to catch you or not. It made his heart sing with pride, knowing that you had such blind trust in him.

Fortunately for you, he decided to play nice today and catch you immediately. The moment he tosses everything away and your body hits his, one of his hands curls around the back of your head while his other arm slyly snakes around your waist, keeping you pressed as closely to him as possible even when his back hits the gravel below.

“Too bad. Such tricks just aren’t enough to catch me off guard, darling.”

He doesn't try to fight back the wolfish grin surfacing on his face, nor say a word back when you start complaining. Only when you start trying to lift yourself off of him does he make his move. In the blink of an eye, he rolls over and pins you down into the same patch of gravel he was once lying on top, trailing his hand slowly from the back of your head down the back of your neck, all the way to your collarbones.

“Next time, don't announce yourself before you start running— not like that would stop me from sensing your presence beforehand anyways~”

Xiao

“Absolutely, 100%” the sequel

Wouldn't even think before dropping everything to catch up to you. He would even take a few steps forward to lessen the amount of time it would take for you to reach him before patiently waiting for your arrival with his arms wide open, counting down the seconds until you found your way home

Just like the first time he caught you back at the Jade Chamber, his arms are firmly wrapped around yours. Only this time, instead of them being over your shoulders, they are pressed closely yet warmly against your back, gently pushing you to fall deeper into his arms until your head hits his chest

“Did you need me?”

He asks in a calm, steady voice, thinking that any matter that required you to run to his side with such urgency without calling his name was one of utmost importance. If you had called, he would've undoubtedly reached your side in a moment's notice, perhaps even before his name had fully even left your lips. Too quickly? Nonsense. In his eyes, that was the least he should do.

When you told him that you simply wanted to see if he would drop everything just to catch you, he would blink in surprise before letting out a scoff so soft that it couldn't be called anything but fondness.

“If you think our bond was that weak, you needn't test me. I wouldn’t have appeared before you if you didn't mean anything to me.”

After a flicker of hesitation passed his face, he lowered his face and awkwardly nuzzled his forehead against yours, suppressing the urge to look away in order to whisper against your lips.

“... Since you're here now, can you stay a little longer? There’s a plate of almond tofu here that I would like you to try… Who made it?... I… cannot say.”

Kinich

“Ajaw”

“???”

“Catch”

“！？！？ KINICH YOU @%£@%@£@%£@@%@%£@££@%@%%@£@”

Tosses everything to Ajaw and forces him to catch it all before opening his arms as wide as possible, readily bracing for your impact

Honestly, if he had more time to prepare, he would’ve preferred putting everything aside to make better preparations on how to catch you. However, since the things he was holding onto were needn't to complete a commission, he had no choice but to rely his closest companion (which unfortunately had to be Ajaw) and improvise on the spot

Luckily, all that time he spent carrying you around his house before had taught him all he needed to know. Before you had even reached him, he took a few steps forward and waited for you to skid to a stop. Once you did, he ceremoniously placed one arm behind your knee, one arm behind your back and BAM— a princess carry.

“... Should I ask?”

He raises a questioning brow, waiting for you to speak. Once you finish your explanation, he simply sighs before pressing a tender kiss to the top of your head, looking down at you with a mix of exasperation and affection.

“The price for scaring me doesn't come cheap. I hope you're ready to pay for that stunt you just pulled tonight.”

… Is it too late for you to say sorry?

[triluneprophecy]

I'M SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS ACTUALLY!

[siluc]

hellooo tumblr

[nyxessence]

quiet the rain. ۶۟ৎ you help kazuha fall asleep during a storm. — around 1100 words, sfw, reader is implied to be part of the crux fleet crew, established relationship, gender neutral reader (if it isn't, please tell me!), a little hurt-comfort/bittersweet i think?, reader has a mom mentioned, unedited

You can barely make out Kazuha’s features in the low light of the cave you’ve had to seek refuge in for the night, not with how clouds continue to blot out the moon and rain streaks down and patters against the pathway mere meters away. It’s comforting to you, the scent of the rain and the steady rhythm to the droplets landing, and the way the tiny bit of light that slips through the cloud cover makes everything glow a faint silver where the water catches the light.

Unfortunately, your companion doesn’t find it to be as serene as you do. He’s tense where he lays on top of his haori, and he keeps turning in a way uncharacteristic of him in sleep.

“Are you alright? Cold?”

Kazuha sighs heavily. So, you wait, listen to the rustling of fabric that breaks up the steady rainfall as he sits up. When he’s done shifting, settling in a more upright posture that leans against his worn leather pouch, the faint indigo light from the cave’s entrance and the low glow of his vision catch his features.

You can see the tension he carries in everything the light hits — lips pressed thin, brows slightly furrowed, and what must be an uncomfortable tightness to his neck and shoulders, if the way he absently massages the area means anything.

“Just… can’t sleep,” he admits slowly. “Not too cold. I’ve been caught in worse.”

You hum. “Is it the storm?” You pull out a linen blanket anyways, and drape it over his legs, giving him a soft smile as you look up through your lashes before you pull back, turning your focus outside. “It should end soon.”

Kazuha shifts, and you see him move closer to you in your periphery, tugging your blanket close over his thin white shirt and resting his chin on his knees where they’re drawn close to his chest. He’s quiet for a bit, just watching the rain drip and slide down sakura boughs and dot the rocks just outside. Then, when you think he has decided to just sit quietly with your presence as a shield until it ends — “it’s loud.”

“Is it?”

“Yeah,” he watches the rain fall off the leaves with you. “When you can hear the wind how I do. I can’t block it out.”

It must be overwhelming, you think to yourself. Kazuha is a patient and gentle man, but everyone has their limits. As beautiful as it was to you, the wind must sound more like overlapping yells rather than whispers of branches and leaves rustling, and it must drown out what he wants to hear — the way it does in the fiercest of storms on the Alcor, when the wind whips away Captain Beidou’s barked orders and the urgent voices of the crew. “Does anything help it feel less?”

“Not really,” Kazuha shrugs. “But it will end soon enough, you’re right. I don’t mind the rain normally, it just makes sleeping difficult.”

“I can only imagine.” And it’s true. You do not share the favor of Barbatos, nor do you have finely tuned senses like Kazuha does. But you do share this space with him, so you offer him a slightly squished package of dango you’d bought when the two of you were in Inazuma City earlier that day. “We can talk until it quiets. Or just sit here.”

He smiles softly, taking the offered dango gently. “I’m not exactly hungry but… thank you.”

You know it is gratitude for more than just the dango. You do not comment on it. But you do turn to him, look at the tiredness in his eyes and the slump of his shoulders. Eventually, you have an idea and gently tell him “you should lay back down.”

“Hm?”

“I know you said it’s loud,” you smooth his haori back from its crumpled state so he can curl back up on it. “But I think I could help. Just trust me.”

Kazuha studies you but eventually obeys, and you know it is because he loves you that he does not question you. Gently, you pull out a maple comb and begin to card through his hair and massage his scalp. 

“When I was little,” you tell him softly, a gentle whisper where you can hear the smile in your own voice, “I used to think that storms meant the sky was mad at me.” You let the comb press over his temples gently, massaging a tiny bit to get rid of tension before dipping back towards the nape of my neck. “I would feel so guilty for upsetting the sky that I would sneak out into the rain and apologize. I even offered it gifts, placing tiny bouquets of flowers I made using the wildflowers from our yard and around the village on this old petrified stump.

“And I’d stay out there — so it knew my apology was genuine, but also because I liked the rain. I thought it was so beautiful, and would get captivated by how the droplets made everything look like it was gilded in silver. I’d only go inside when my mom dragged me in and scolded me. And she had every right to, I’d be shivering under a tree, ignoring how cold I was because I was busy talking to the sky about my day, with just the smallest of leaves as my cover,” you put the comb down and slowly trace over the contours of his face with the lightest pressure, watching his features relax and slacken as your thumbs gently smooth over his brows, and you’re pleased as his breathing slows and steadies more. “I remember her forcing me into a warm bath — and I was young enough she still helped with that, so she’d scrub my skin clean and pluck leaves from my hair, nagging me for what felt like hours for getting mud all over my new clothes.

“It was nice… and stupid, maybe, to think it was the sky’s anger and not just weather, but I was a kid. And I still think rain is beautiful. Though I at least keep some actual cover over my head now.”

Kazuha doesn’t respond. You smile, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead.

“I’ll apologize to the sky for you, for the first time in over a decade,” you laugh softly. “And I’ll ask it to be nicer to you. In exchange, I’ll keep it company again.”

You very carefully move from next to his peacefully sleeping frame to sit at the cave entrance once more, dangling your legs over the side as you look up at the sky. “I’m sorry I don’t have any flowers for you today,” you say towards the moon. “But I’ll tell you stories for as long as you let him sleep peacefully.”

۶۟ৎ nyx's notes: WE BALLL he's always my sweetheart it's been ages since i've seen him in game i need new anecdotes im starving i'm licking a rock for the water in it. also any time i post we can thank my vy for hyping me up in our twitter dms or i most likely would be deleting and rewriting it forever and ever in my google drive

[pastelroyalty]

This is the funniest email I have ever received from a professor

[surprisebitch]

also most considerate

[goat-yells-at-everything]

For context from someone with chronic migraines: short reply in large font means I dont have to look at the screen longer than a second to see what the professor said.

Extremely considerate and I assume the professor probably has migraines sometimes too or someone close to them does.

[fwizard]

omfg

[amvs]

​hold on i have to look something up

[amvs]

yeah he’s autistic

[smile-archon]

The night is long and perilous, don't face it alone

[genshinimpactresources]

Genshin Impact | Columbina Illustrations for Version Luna IV

Download Link (Google Drive)

[aidashakur]

[velvetvexations]

[numine]

when you call them pretty boy !

❀ pairings: xiao, kazuha, venti & aether x reader (seperate)

❀ summary: you call him a pretty boy, what happens next?

❀ content warnings: soft fluff because i felt like it

❀ author notes: they may be a little bit ooc but bear with me, im very rusty

XIAO

you were basking under the sunlight on the wangshu inn's balcony, having xiao accompany you during your little episodes of boredom.

it was like any other day where he had constantly been by your side, keeping a watch on you from a small distance just incase if anything were to happen to you, he'd be quick to save you.

finally relaxing, he leaned onto the wall, simply relishing the way the warm breeze ran across his skin. well, that is until you were feeling a little cheeky today and called him a pretty boy, which — wasnt exactly a lie.

"what did you just call me?"

xiao.exe has stopped working

his reactions would be the cutest, especially when he's still not used to getting compliments from you (even after you've done it a few couple of times)

he'll start facing away from your face to hide the blush that's spreading on his face like a wildfire, but his attempts are a failure because you can still see the tip of his ears dusted a shade of red

well, its safe to say he's in for a long day of teasing from you

VENTI

the two of you were under the tree at windrise with you laying on venti's lap while he was humming an old tune for you.

you couldn't help but keep admiring his face, letting your fingers trace along the curves of his soft cheeks as you called him pretty boy.

"say that again, please?"

he was so happy when you called him a pretty boy and he couldnt help but just pepper your face with kisses

"venti, stop‐i need to breathe"

he's got a toothy grin on his face that you wish you could just take a picture of and engrave it into your memory

but he could be pretty annoying with this too though, he'll keep asking you to say it again and again, so keep that in mind

KAZUHA

you and kazuha were sailing on beidou's fleet to bring the traveler to inazuma.

kazuha was standing right beside you with his arms around your smaller frame, protecting you from the upcoming storm that's stirring up above the ship.

you were unsure about the whole trip, but kazuha was there to comfort and assure you that nothing will go wrong. and with the way he looked at you with adoration in his crimson eyes, you couldn't help but focus on his attractive face, calling him a pretty boy in the process.

"i may look pretty to you, but nothing will ever beat your beauty, my dove."

ooh how the tables have turned

whenever you compliment kazuha, he'll do a complete 180° on you and compliment you back, which — gets you flustered no matter how many times he's done it.

AETHER

you and aether had finished doing your comissions which tired the two of you out, and you wanted nothing more than to rest with your lover and enjoy the rest of the day together doing lazy things in your shared abode.

and it was what the two of you did do

you're now currently undoing aether's braids, combing his soft golden hair with your hands and just enjoying the moment. he looked so pretty this way — you thought; you wished you could just stay in this moment forever and ignore the outside world, doing nothing together.

"hey aether?" your voice caught his attention to which he replied with a hum. "you're such a pretty boy"

did he hear that correctly? did you just call him a pretty boy?

he's suddenly turned fidgety and shy because of the sudden unexpected compliment

he turns around to look at you and stares at you for a second before he wrapped his arms around you and hid his face in the crook of your neck, giving a warm embrace

"you're way prettier, you know" he mumbled into your neck.

[zeka-maki]

HIIIII CAN YOU DO A MOTORCYCLIST CHARACTER (PREFERABLY PHAINON, MYDEI, ANAXA……… DANHENG AND BLADE) AND A SOAKING WET IN THE RAIN READER WHO HATES LOUD MOTORCYCLES.

ʚɞ You were sunshine and I was midnight ʚɞ

Pairings: Phainon x Reader, Mydei x Reader, Anaxa x Reader, Dan Heng x Reader, Blade x Reader

Summary: You've been soaking in the rain for the past hour without a sight of a bus and without an umbrella. To your unfortunate soul, your ears greet a piercing sound— which being his motorcycle. With every request he makes, you stubbornly stand your spot, you are not getting on that engine monster!

Tags: Fluff, modern AU, non-canon settings, motorcyclist characters, Reader HATES motorcycles, they have crushes on you

A/N: TYSM FOR THE REQ! Im finally written again 🥹 tho i can't help but notice how different my writing is from before, i wanna write like that again 😞 anyways, hope you enjoy!

⚘ Phainon:

For the past hour, you've been shivering under the rain, soaked to the bone. The raindrops are relentless, will it kill them to stop for a few minutes?! You curse under your breath, knowing your own thoughts are becoming more nonsensical with each second.

But then, you hear an obnoxiously loud noise. A flash of light passes you and unfortunately to your blinded eyes, it stops before you.

Phainon pulls up on that obnoxiously loud bike of his— the kind that rattles windows and definitely your soul— only to see you standing on the sidewalk looking like a drenched, furious cat. He takes off his helmet, locks of silver hair sticking to his cheek.

“Why are you outside in the rain?” he asks, genuinely concerned.

“I missed the bus,” you grumble. “And your—” you point accusingly at his motorcycle, “—war crime of a machine scared it away.”

Phainon blinks. “It scared the bus…?”

“It’s too loud!” you huff, stepping away from the vehicle as if it'll eat you alive.

He laughs softly — not mocking, but warm. He pats the seat behind him. “Come on. I’ll take you home. I’ll keep the speed low.”

“I’m not getting on that demon beast.” You hiss, refusing to get closer to that growling thing.

He stands, shrugs off his jacket, and drapes it around you like it’s nothing. “You’re freezing,” he murmurs. “I don’t care if you hate the bike. Just hold onto me.”

And gods — the heat of him after being soaked feels sinful. Diabetes may kill you the way he's so sweet. “Fine,” you mutter, climbing on. Then cling to him the second the engine growls.

He smirks, voice low, “If holding me that tight is the result, perhaps motorcycles aren’t so bad?”

The only response he gets from you is the bone-crushing squeeze on his stomach that makes him choke...and fall for you even more.

⚘ Mydei:

Mydei’s motorcycle is the single loudest in the city, or you think. It sounds like thunder made a deal with an engine.

You’re stomping through the rain, soaked, cursing the sky, life, rain, and motorcycles in general — when Mydei rolls up and nearly makes you jump out of your skin.

He kills the engine immediately when he sees your expression. “...You look like a drowned mouse,” he says, blinking slowly.

“You look like a noise violation,” you bite back.

Mydei just stares at you… then sighs and holds out his hand. “Get on.”

“No.” You refuse stubbornly.

“Get. On.” He repeats his words firmly.

“I HATE motorcycles!” You practically hiss out those words, like a cat refusing a bath.

“And I hate watching you shiver.” He takes your wrist gently, pulls you closer, and rests his jacket over your shoulders without asking.

His voice softens, almost shy under the rain’s roar. “I’ll ride slow. Promise. Just let me get you out of the cold.”

You hesitate — then a thunderclap makes you flinch and suddenly you’re on the bike, arms wrapped around his hard, warm torso.

Mydei coughs, ears red. “…Hold tighter.” And when you do? He swears he reached the stars, because in his eyes, you're even brighter than the stars.

⚘ Anaxa:

The moment you're faced with the green-haired man and his engine child, you attempt to walk away in the rain. Not only he's smug and insufferable, he also thinks your dislike for loud vehicles are foolish! You can almost imagine him proving to you how his bike isn't that loud.

It is absolutely that loud.

His motorcycle sounds like it’s powered by divine lightning and hubris. Anaxa pulls up beside you as you’re miserably squishing down the sidewalk.

“Need a ride?” he asks bluntly, helmet under his arm.

“No,” you say instantly. “I value my hearing.”

He raises a brow. “You hate motorcycles?”

“Boo, Mr. Obvious here. Don't pretend like you didn't know it!” You hiss at him, it is clear that your mood is grumpier than usual. "And I hate your motorcycle!"

He actually looks… offended. Slightly. One of its reason being that he himself crafted it with his pure genius. “It is finely crafted.”

“It’s a war drum on wheels.” You counter.

Rain drips down his hair as he sighs and steps off the bike. Then—without another word—he takes off his jacket and swings it around your shoulders, clasping it carefully at your neck.

“You are trembling,” he says softly. “I cannot leave you like this.”

“...I still hate motorcycles.” You mumble, relieved and calmed down at the warmth after an hour of relentless raindrops hitting you.

“You may hate it,” he says, bowing his head so he can meet your eyes, “but do not deny my help.”

His voice is soft. Too soft. You cave instantly, much to your own dismay.

You climb on, muttering, “…If this thing explodes, I’m haunting you.”

He chuckles. “I welcome the company.”

In silence, Anaxagoras praises himself, for that his wit and smarts have allowed him to reach you. His reason to love.

⚘ Dan Heng:

Dan Heng’s motorcycle isn’t actually loud. But tonight? The rain and echoing street make everything seem amplified. You’re shivering under a bus shelter, soaked and miserable, when he passes by you, stopping right in front of you.

He lifts his visor. “You’re drenched.” There is nothing but concern present in his voice, seeing his co-worker be drenched and destined for illness the following day, he can't help but be concerned.

“No,” you deadpan. “I’m dry.”

Dan Heng gets off the bike, takes off his outer jacket, and gently drapes it around you. He locks the chain with your arms not even inside the sleeves.

“…Why didn’t you call me?” he asks, almost hurt.

“I didn’t want a motorcycle rescue...” You mumble as you struggle with the jacket, putting your arms inside the sleeves.

“I see.” he mumbles back.

He pauses. Then, in a impossibly soft tone, he suggests: “I’ll walk the bike. You can sit, and it won’t make any sound.”

You blink in surprise. He’s… serious.

And he does exactly that — quietly walking beside his motorcycle while you sit on it dry and warm in his jacket.

“Dan Heng,” you murmur, touched, “…you didn’t have to—”

“I didn’t want you to be cold,” he says softly. “And I know you dislike the noise.”

You could swear your heart has melted at that, dripping for Dan Heng’s hands to grasp them. You can't tell what he's thinking but for a flashing moment, you think you've seen him blush. Hm, must be your imagination...

⚘ Blade:

Blade’s bike is terrifyingly loud — like a blade being forged by a hammer.

When he stops beside you and sees you soaked, his expression doesn’t change… but the engine cuts instantly. “You’re freezing.” he comments bluntly. "Get on."

“No thanks,” you say. “Your motorcycle sounds like a crime.”

Blade steps off, walks over, and stops right in front of you — rain hitting his cheeks, hair soaked, coat dripping.

“I’m not asking,” he says in that low, dangerous voice.

You glare. He glares harder. The rain gets heavier. The atmosphere is tense.

He sighs— actually sighs— and mutters, “I’ll drive slow.”

“…I hate loud bikes.” You add for his confirmation.

“I know.” He shrugs off his coat and settles it around you — gentle in a way he hopes you don’t notice.

“Get on,” he repeats quietly. “Before you get sick.”

You do get on, unable to resist the sweet ambrosia before you. You wrap your arms around him in security and unnoticeably, he shudders. He freezes for a second… then rests his hand over yours, just once, grounding and steady.

“Don’t look,” he mutters, embarrassed. “You'll lose focus on your grip.” He states as if he's not burning crimson, and his want for your touch pouring out of him.

[infectiouspiss]

predictions are locked in. 2026 is going to be a good one

[oh-good]

this is a Christmas post for you to like and unlike over and over to see the little snowy animation they have rn

[browniiesx]

Doodles of Vox being a baby girl with his gurl 💅.

[bloominflowers]

Archons and their flowers 💐✨

[fullyirrelevant]

I feel like all the Tamaki Suoh fics make him into just a manchild and don't show the gentlemanly side of him or his other layers and it's time we addressed that

[seobvely]

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