🍁Albedo X Reader🍁 (Genshin Impact)

Khun Aguero Agnes x Reader (Fanfic)

Cruel. That's one way to descibe him. Khun Aguero Agnes is known as a rich and cruel regular in the tower. He always does anything according to his plan and do everything to make it work. Even if he needs to do something cruel, he will do it.

Of course, he's well aware of that. He's aware how cruel can he be. But that doesn't matter. His loyalty will stay on the team. He won't let his team down, never. He's always composed and kind of cocky. He's emotion are always clouded by his smirks and taunting remarks. He doesn't care how anyone sees him, he's just doing his best to climb the tower like anyone else..

He doesn't care about those talks...

But there's one thing in his mind that's been bugging him.

It was you.

The both of you are kinda opposite, he knows that. That's why everyone who heard about your relationship were just shocked. How? A girl like you? And a cruel man like him? Got together? Just how?

Well, even him can't explain it. It was just funny how you can keep up with his taunts. How you retort back at him. How you smirk back at him and just keep on fighting with your own words though you never win.

On the other side, you aren't that good. You're just normal. You get angry or mad, sad and happy, just like anyone else. Except the fact that you have such a huge understanding on everything. You understand both of the side, your team's goal and the other team's goal. You're just too...too relatable on anything. Shows too much sympathy on everyone. And that makes you a pain. People like you are most likely to be betrayed. And it's a well known fact not to trust anyone in the tower.

Though he can't really complain about that. It's a part of you. And it actually amuses him that you never let go of that characteristic of yours even if you have been betrayed many times. It's funny, just...how can you do that? You told him once that you feel mad about them but...you can't hurt them. And when he asks why. You just simply replied.

"It's hard to hurt someone you use to take care of."

He can't believe what you just said. It's hard? But they hurt you? Even if you take care of them, they still hurt you. Whenever he tries to prove his point on that, you just ended up pouting, saying how all of that are just in the past. That you shouldn't bother digging that up.

And he would just sighed, knowing that you won't listen.

It was fine. Everything was fine for the both of you. He always teases which you "sometimes" tried to retort back. He's kind of sweet whenever the both of you are alone. Though you need to get through his cocky mode and taunting remarks first before you reached his sweet side. And whenever he's sweet, it's always caught you off guard.

He would say some sweet words on you and then back on his cocky mode. He just like messing with you since he know where's the perfect time to drop the sweet candy. And he never failed on doing that. And you never complain also.

He smirked as he stared at the man on the floor. The blood were pooling the floor. Well, it was actually an unexpected event. Someone just got too cocky and tried killing him. He clicked his tounge before glancing at you.

And as usual, you were not looking at him. You're staring far ahead from him. You never moved your eyes from that place since you saw how his knife pierced the man's stomach. You immediately look away, not wanting to see the outcome.

"Y/n", he called.

You hummed in response, not bothering to look at him since you know what's on the floor. You hear his footsteps and soon enough he was now on your side.

"Let's go."

You nodded before following him. The both of you are just heading home when that man suddenly shows up and mess with the both of you.

Eventually, it happens. Him being dead now on the floor and Khun being silent again. You have notice it, everytime he kills someone, he became silent. It was not like him, you know that. But ever since the both of you got together, that became his habit.

Khun can hear those talks and it's making him anxious. You always look away when he do that. He was scared but of course he won't admit it. He was scared that he's losing you because of his cruelty. He's afraid that it would be the reason for the both of you to part ways.

He bite his lip. He can hear you walking just beside him. At this time, he should be holding your hand. But he was scared, he can feel the hot feeling on his hand, the blood from the man was still on his hand.

Everytime it happens, it takes him back to the day when someone shouted from the crowd on how cruel can you be. How the hell can you love him if he just did kill someone in front of you? At first, he didn't mind. But after seeing that one gesture of yours, he became more aware of it.

He was overthinking. He knows that but he can't settle it himself. He needs to know your words but he can't get the words to ask. No, he knows what to ask, but he's pushing it away from his tounge. Making himself believe that he just doesn't know how to start asking you that.

"Khun."

He immediately stopped as soon as he heard you called him. He smiled, trying to hide whatever he's thinking.

"Yes? What is it?"

His tone was normal but you can feel it. There's something wrong. And you know that Khun wasn't great at expressing what he's thinking.

"Wha...What are you thinking?"

As soon as you asked that, you heard a sudden bang on him. Well, not literally, it's just like you heard a sudden click on him, like you just manage to ask what he's wanting you to ask for.

A moment of silence pass the both of you. You can feel your nervousness on the pit of your stomach, threatening to flow to your entire body. You gulped, hoping he would say something until you heard him sigh.

"Everytime I killed someone in front of you..." He started, his eyes locking on your eyes. "Do you doubt your love for me?"

The cold wind of the night blews, making your skin cold. You slowly gulp as the silence covers the both of you. You're trying your best not to shiver from the cold but his stare was enough to make you to. You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to distract yourself from the nervousness swirling on your stomach.

Khun waited. But your silence scares him, he knows that it was barely ten seconds since the silence started but he felt like it has been so long. He can feel his self, being suffocated. He doesn't even know if he's still breathing properly. He curled up his fist but immediately shake it off, gulping slowly he turns around.

"Forget it. It's just a random thought."

That's enough, he thought. He can't stand it. The blank look at your eyes was too much to look at. Maybe it was better for you not to answer. Maybe it was better for the both of you. Maybe..maybe he should---

His thought was cut off when you suddenly hold his hand. He flinched a little but stopped immediately to look at you. He blinked at you, you were smiling. A sweet smile was on your lips as you held his hand.

"Aguero." You called.

"What?" He asked, trying to stay composed, despite the fact that you caught him off guard.

You looked at him as you slowly lead his hand to your lips. You closed you eyes and kiss the back of his hand and his knuckle.

You opened your eyes, he's looking at you with too much confusion in his eyes. You smiled again, intertwining your hand to him.

"Were you scared that the blood on your hands will make me stop loving you?"

You slightly chuckle, shaking your head as you draw circles on the back of his hand.

"Does that one question from the crowds bugs you too much? Do you want me to answer it?"

He didn't response, he's still looking at you. Just waiting for the words you spill on your mouth.

You sighed. "I don't care if people look at me as a cruel-hearted one. I'm going to stand by your side, even if you are the cruelest one in this world. I don't care if they see me as a monster for loving you. Well, I don't like the idea of killing someone so I'll look away but that doesn't mean my love would change. It will stay the same as how much I love you since the first day of ours. I'll stay be your side. I don't care being the devil on everyone's eyes if I'm beside my angel. I love you...so much more than you think."

Khun opened his mouth to say something but words aren't just enough for a reply for what you've said. That was too much to hear. He just wanted to make sure but hearing all those words makes him more than sure. He sighed before chuckling.

"That's too much words coming from a shortie like you."

You pouted. "I'm just stating fact, you dummy."

He smiled. "Can you not say those words on random times?"

"Why not?"

"Just because." He answered as he suddenly pulls you into a hug. It was too fast for you that you didn't manage to react. "And yes, I love you too, shortie."

Diminuendo | Yoshiya Kiryu

Summary: 

di·min·u·en·do/dəˌmin(y)əˈwendō/

adverb

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

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

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

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

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

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

BANG

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

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

Joshua is his name. Joshua. Joshua.

Halloween Apple💕

Atsushi: What’s happening?

Kunikida: *points to a pumpkin* Kyouka, tell me what that is.

Kyouka: …A Halloween apple.

Ranpo: *from across the room* If she says it’s a Halloween apple, then it’s a Halloween apple!

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

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💜Scaramouche x Reader💜

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.”

Venti × Reader (Genshin Impact)

"Sad Talk"

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

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

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

"H-Hi, how are you today?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"H-Hi, how are you today?"

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

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

"Yeah?"

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

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

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💙Xingqiu x Reader💙

Author's note: Helloooo. It's been so long since the last time I posted something here. I apologize for taking so long before posting this one. I've been occupied with my research subject lately and we've been preparing for the research defense that will occur in just a few weeks (our teacher hasn't given us any schedule yet).

This is a comfort fic where the reader is trying to comfort his beloved Xingqiu. I hope you enjoy this and have a nice day.

I'll start posting once again after our scheduled experiment on research, which is this weekend.

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It's been almost a week since the last time you saw him. You were always at the bookstore in Liyue, not exactly waiting for him but just returning some books and taking some to read before returning them the next day, it's a simple cycle that you often do during good days. The last time you talked to him, he said that his family will be facing an upcoming task for the Feiyun Commerce Guild. You understand it as you knew he's a part of that guild, so you thought he might be really busy that he's not able to do his routine of reading books in the bookstore and talking to you.

His two best friends don't also have any idea when you asked them. The last time they saw him was when they tried to visit him on Saturday. They only see a glimpse of him and hear his words of apologies. He's busy, that's the summary of his apology. They didn't really talk for too long as Xingqiu was called by his brother, ending the conversation. You sighed. You're not mad about his lack of time, in fact, you're just really worried. And maybe you miss seeing him too or listening to his voice while he reads his favorite books to you. You miss him. You miss holding his hands, drawing circles on his palm, you miss his presence on your side.

Early in the morning, you went to his house. But you only met his assistant, you didn't see any glimpse of him or his smile, just the words of his assistant's excuse and apologies. 

"He's currently working on some important paper for the commerce guild, I'm sorry Mx. Y/n, but he ordered that he can't let any distraction in the meantime. He wanted to finish the tasks as soon as possible."

So you thanked him and bid him farewell. But before entirely leaving, you stop in front of his house, waving your hand as a farewell and sending a smile. You have a small glint of hope that he might see it. A hope that you send your message clearly to him. You're not mad and you'll keep waiting. As long as you know he's going back to you afterward, you can always wait.

"Y/n? We're about to close. It's getting really late, you should be going home now." Your mind snapped back to reality as you heard Ms. Jifang, the owner of Wanwen Book House. You closed the book that you didn't manage to read at all as your mind seems to wander. "Ah, I'm sorry. I guess I will be going now then. Can I keep this book in the meantime? I will-" "You always give the books you lend in time, why would I say no?"

You smiled, "Thank you, Ms. Jifang"

You bid her your last farewell for the day before setting off to a new location. A location just a few meters away from the Bubu Pharmacy. The both of you would always go there to read books to each other, reading random lines from your favorite books. 

The scenery of the moon and the sun can be quite a sight. There's also a tree around to lean on when taking a rest and that's what you're planning to do for the day.

You stopped on your tracks as you saw a familiar figure sitting under the tree, the blue hue of the moon lightning his figures. 

"Xingqiu?" 

You called him. You notice how he slightly flinches at your voice, probably surprised by your sudden presence. He looked at you for a second, smiling a bit before gazing at the moon.

Something is wrong, you can feel it. The way his eyes match the emotion of confusion with worries written all over it makes you feel unsettled. You decided to sit beside him, staying silent for a little while before finally speaking. "Why are you here...at this hour?"

You asked him, but his eyes remained gazing at the moon. Your question stayed lingering in the air and you felt like you didn't need to repeat it too. You waited, discarding the book you planned to read earlier to the side. "A lot of things...happened," he spoke softly, his fingers playing with the grass."I need to take a breath so I went here, you wouldn't mind, right, my dearest?"

His golden eyes met yours, silently pleading for him to let him join you in silence. You wanted to ask why or what happened, but the look on his face states that you didn't need to. He's willing to tell you everything, after all, bottling all emotions at once is not a good idea.

You smiled, "I wouldn't."

A chuckle escapes from his lips, sighing afterward as he leans back to the tree, staring directly at the moon. 

"Do you have any fears, y/n?" You blinked. "Yes, of course. I think that goes with everyone else." "What about, something you hate and fear at the same time?" You hummed, taking in the question deeply and pondering your answer. "Hate and fear, you say? I guess I have some too. I mean, that's a very thin line. At most times, you can hate something because you fear it. Since it's something that makes you uncomfortable, you can grow to hate it." "I see." Silence followed his words after that. You rested your back on the tree.  "I fear...that someday, I won't be able to do the things I enjoy. That one day, I would face all the responsibilities and carry all the burdens for our family's position." He spoke softly. You hummed, making sure that he knew you were listening. You're there to listen to all of his musings and worries, like what he always does to you. "You know, my brother is a bit of a...slacker. He seldom does his work and is supposed to be responsible so I was the one being caught up in it. It's my role to do my own responsibilities and support my brother." He continued. His eyes drifted away from the moon to yours. "I'm quite tired. I'm not really...I mean, it's my responsibility but, I think it's unfair or maybe I'm just being insensitive. This is my responsibility, I should shoulder it but I..."  You stared at him. His eyes look distraught like it's unable to convey the emotion he's feeling. It's too overwhelming for him. Most of the time, he's too calm and collected but his emotions are a haywire right now. He doesn't know how to understand his own frustration right now. Why is he frustrated in the first place? He shouldn't be. It's his role to serve the commerce guild, he's a disciple of justice. What is he thinking? Why is it so loud? Why is everything so loud inside his mind? "Xingqiu." You called him but he remains soullessly staring at you, he's too absorbed by his thoughts and too concentrated on solving them by himself. He doesn't even notice that his eyes are already welling up to tears. "Hey, Xingqiu." You gently caressed his cheeks, wiping his tears away with your fingers. He blinked at you, his eyes slowly returning to consciousness.  "It's alright to feel tired. It's fine to feel pressured. Don't downplay your emotions. It's normal to feel such a thing, you're not being irresponsible. It's not selfish to take a break. Most importantly, you do deserve a break from all of it." "But if I don't-" "But if you don't do your work, it will remain unfinished and might just pile up," you cut him off.  "I understand that, of course." You continued. "So for now, let's take a break together then tomorrow I'll help you. I can go around and ask for the things you need or sign some papers up. When we're done, I'll talk to your brother." "W-Wait, why would you talk to my brother?" He questioned. "Oh, there's nothing to worry about. I'm just going to inquire him with some-" "Y/n, please don't." He looked at you with pleading eyes. "Please don't tell him." You sighed. "I'm not going to. Unless it's from you, I'm not going to say anything. Don't worry about it. I'm just going to tell him that I will take you for a while." "Take me?" "Yes, take you. I would take you for some self-care treatment. You deserve it and I won't take no for an answer." He hummed, his head resting on your shoulder. "And if something comes up..." "If something big of a task came up, we would walk through it together. If it's a small one, leave it to your brother. I'm sure he can handle such small tasks."  You smiled as he sighed. "Are you sure about this?" "I've never been this sure, my dearest." He chuckled, smiling as he intertwined his fingers into yours. "Ah...I miss this feeling." "Feeling of..?" "Relief, my love. The feeling of calm and comfort. You're my safe haven, y/n."

Ramblings

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