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i say shii like im a writer but the last time i wrote something proper was 2 years ago and i unpublished it

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is the best coping method really thugging it out

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"i will love u as long i breathe" LIARRRR

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was close to writing a geto fic but the ‘f’ key on my keyboard popped off to god knows where

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how am i supposed to eat ramen when doing my research paper last minute when a cockroach flew at me

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neuvillette with s/o who loves rain but upon revelation that he’s the hydro dragon, his s/o starts basking in the sun more. no more “i wish it would rain,” or “i love the rain.” knowing it’s neuvillette’s weeps— rather, they bear the heat

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Fontaine 4.0 - I adore Freminet 🥺 hugs and kisses both of them

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SWEET, SWEET THING

Ⅰ. NEUVILLETTE X GN!READER ⅠⅠ. TAGS : fluff, two kisses, established marriage, horrible usage of french, mention of accidentally burning urself when using the oven once, maybe self-indulgent. ⅠⅠⅠ. WC : 480 ⅠV. SYNOPSIS : your husband resolves to your failed baked goods V. A/N : i do not have a hydro char problem.

neuvillette, who swallows down the failed baking mishap you concoct once every week.

neuvillette, who gracefully waves off your protest in him swallowing down said baked goods to put a smile on your face. 

neuvillette, who smiles softly whenever you huff at the flour spilling. 

neuvillette, who hates to admit that his eyes peek over whatever tabloid or article he’s reading to watch over you when you’re in the kitchen just in case you might hurt or burn yourself (like the last time you attempted to shove cake batter too hastily into the preheated oven)

neuvillette, who arrives home late from court and sits down at the kitchen table to eat a newly made batch of sweets you made, good or not, to see the ecstatic look on your face the next morning.

“mon amour, i told you not to eat these…” you mumbled, staring at your husband who’s smiling languidly at you from across the kitchen counter. he held onto the last piece of another failed madeleine– one that he could already tell was overbaked and dry the moment he laid eyes on it. 

somehow– somehow, the small intermission you had to clean up yourself after your time in the kitchen gave him a window of opportunity to finish the plate of madeleines you baked. “i insist. and i already did so,” neuvillette replied softly.

the ludex of fontaine, chief justice neuvillette, is often perceived and known for his high authority whose character not even the public could pinpoint. but, even the citizens of fontaine wouldn’t assume that their chief justice would be the person to swallow down a plate of baked goods so his spouse won’t feel an ounce of hurt or disappointment. 

“your attempt at madeleines is not to go to waste, ma chérie,” he blurted out. the taller man finished off the last of the small cake in his hands and stepped towards you. “it is supposed to be delicate and airy– and light–” your rambling was cut short when neuvillette takes your hand. 

your chest flutters when he pressed his lips against your knuckles as if he was afraid that his kiss would harm the exterior of your skin. “you had one small misstep,” he mutters against your knuckles. “you did everything else perfectly.” 

his voice rumbling against your skin was enough to make you forget what you were huffing about earlier. you’re sure you actually forgot when he tilted his head up to press another kiss but this time on your forehead.

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that’s so funny cus why would i write a neuvillette fic when i have to finish my research paper (i will.)

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the neptune waves

like the dream i once had in my youth

the ocean sits calmly, waiting for me there

along with the dark starry night and clouds that cuddled

smothering in the taste of the salt air


my feet touched the pale white sand, feeling its’ tranquillity

breathing in the heavy smoked poison of the pain

what i wouldn't give to be running circles around the star of acubens

or to trade lingering promises, with nothing to lose and nothing to gain

as i peaked beneath the trenches, a glimpse of spite and sadism peaked

the clutches of a hand so strong it could pierce through the head

and yet, love was just simply a human defect that God had created

it is but a glamor for unconventional living, to keep the humans fed

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WHAT A STRANGE.. NOVEL?

Ⅰ. AYATO X FEM!READER ⅠⅠ. TAGS : fluff, slight kissing, established marriage, fem! reader, uses of pet names like; my wife, dearest, darling, teasing (?idfk how to write people teasing each other) physical touch, overall ayato just teasing u for reading smut ⅠⅠⅠ. WC : 1.01k ⅠV. SYNOPSIS : ayato finds out you read smut lololol english isn’t my first language, sorry ! + and i didn’t do a spelling check V. A/N : ayato brainrot, like seriously and i haven’t written for what i hope is not more than 2.. months?

it’s not so strange for ayato to see your nose buried in whatever book you acquired from yae publishing house. for some reason, despite his qualities that you’d once described as vexing and almost mischievous, he had never pried into the light or heavy novels that occupied half your days. 

even on days when he ignores the piling mountain of his work with no hesitation to indulge in your touches and bury his face into your shoulder from behind, ayato would often let out a huff seeing how your attention span was sucked away by the novel in your hands. he’d argue he’s not the jealous type, especially over an inanimate object! yet curiosity kills the cat and he found his violet gaze scanning your bookshelf when you were away dealing with public affairs.

if there’s one thing you have learned, silence is never a good thing. perhaps in a scenario where your husband is burying himself in his paperwork or just sleeping soundlessly then maybe it is. however, after coming home, your eyes dart to his empty desk– he was not there. your mind wanders to whether he is sleeping– he does not sleep at this time. all questions were answered when you slid open the shoji door to your shared bedroom gently and were greeted with the delightful sight of ayato flipping through a novel you recently bought.

“...is that what occupies your free time, dear wife?” 

you found yourself getting flustered when your eyes glaze over the title. 

“so am i not allowed to read?” you asked with a clearing of your throat but there was a slight crack– a slight hesitation to your voice when the corner of his lips tugged into a cunning smirk. 

ayato shuts the book quickly with one hand, a gentle clap when the pages meet each other, and he places it down on a nearby surface. the rough pads of his fingertips brushes over the engraved title and he let out an amused chuckle. you, in contrast, let out a bemused one. he shook his head in response to the question. 

any pliant and naive person would feel relieved if they ever saw such answer but you are not ‘any pliant or naive person’-- you were his wife and you knew the lingering undertone in his gaze and demeanor all too well.

“you are allowed to read, i have no objections…” he trailed off and you mentally thanked the almighty shogun he didn’t flip to your marked pages, “however.. an erotica, really?” the finish of his sentence made you retract your thanks.  

“it is not an erotica.”

“your marked page says different.” 

“you have no business looking through my books–”

“--which i paid for with my allowance.” he always had won the back and forths of your banters. you were absolutely stuck in place and melting– if being frozen by both hydro and cryo slimes were difficult, you’d argue that this is much worse.

with a click of a tongue, ayato strides over to you; not failing to pick up your book and using it to raise your chin. your eyes narrowed, not in anger but in embarrassment, when you felt the paperback book brush under your chin and kept your head tilted to meet his gaze. 

“my, my... and to think this is what keeps my dear wife entertained after several hours of restless public affairs. i wasn’t aware yae publishing house has ventured into such risky taboo romantic tropes but i suppose everyone has surprises, hm?” ayato held his gaze with pride– almost a resemblance to cockiness because each and every second of this situation has done nothing but amused him.

“i– i am an adult with needs,” you barely stutter out, fingertips lacing together in an attempt to soothe your nerves. ayato didn’t fail to notice your slightly trembling voice and his free hand quickly found its way to your cheek. he lets out another chuckle, one that is slightly softer this time as he rubbed it. “and you did not think to voice your needs to me? i am more than happy to help you even if it means abandoning my work,” he responds quickly.

the statement makes you much more flustered and retracts your face from his palm, eliciting a tut from him. even in a year of marriage, you never fail to shy away from him– something which he would shamelessly admit that he liked using to his own advantage.

“it seems i’ve stunned you.” “shut up.”

“although… do you not feel any embarrassment buying such novels in broad daylight?” he asked with a toothy grin that showed off his pearly whites. you shook your head. it was true though, you’d never be able to live anything down if you had an awkward exchange with a worker at the publishing house. which is why you’re relieved you let your court lady or even thoma to do such tasks for you. 

“no..” you answered, this time with no hesitation but with the lie seeping through your teeth, “no, i do not.” ayato shrugged at your response and dropped the book on a desk nearby. quickly, he grasps your waist to pull you in closer. his head lowered next to yours to mutter into your ears– a predicament which, in all ways, makes your knees weak.

“i suppose you do not.. considering the fact you rely on your court lady or thoma to fulfil such tasks,” he mumbles. a small gasp leaves your lips at his knowledge towards this. “dearest, it’d be slacking of me to not know what goes around in my very own estate.” each tap of his fingers against your waist makes the heat crawl up your neck more. 

ayato pulled his head back and a softer smile graced his lips when he looks at you. he leaves several pecks on your stunned face and retracts his lips to see your reaction. “i am not judging you, however.. do try not to spend all your allowance on such trivial things.”

that comment earned him a harsh smack on his chest.

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thoma fic soon bc

brainrot

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TO YEARN FOR

Ⅰ. AYATO X GN!READER  ⅠⅠ. TAGS : fluff, kissing, established relationship/marriage, reader has low energy, physical touch  ⅠⅠⅠ. WC : 652 words ⅠV. SYNOPSIS : missing ayato after he leaves for work far from the estate english isn’t my first language, sorry ! V. A/N : hiii !! i was so busy w exams and the new semester and i wrote this fic for comfort help. anws enjoy !!

you don’t know if it was the overbearing work dumped on your shoulder or the, what you assumed were cold glances thrown at you by the workers from the estate. it was a gloomy day– far too gloomy that you think was why your mood went down. 

it was common practice for you to be curled up in your sheets with a certain someone at this time during the weekends but, to your disappointment, you were met with the opposite. ayato’s fleeting peck and mumbling sorries about having to leave for work was the worst form of an alarm clock you could ever ask for. the feeling of the cold and soft pads of his fingertips brushing against your cheek whilst you were half asleep yet urging to hold onto him lingered on your skin even after he hurriedly left.   

even hours later, thoma and ayaka picked up on your mood. either it was thoma who occasionally glances at you circling around the garden slowly letting out soft melodramatic sighs or ayaka who catches you staring at the empty seat at her brother’s desk and sitting on the stairs of the estate, staring at the droplets of rain hitting the ground. 

“why is my energy so down,” you mumble softly. your head was resting against a desk that’s oh so familiar. ayaka quirks up and looks at your rather pitiful state. it’s not so common for anyone to see the yashiro commissioner’s partner practically sleep against his work desk depressingly. ayaka walks over to you and rubs your shoulders, “brother will be back soon. don’t worry [name]. meanwhile, you should eat– i wouldn’t want you to pass out randomly.. both thoma and ayato would have a heart attack.” 

she tries her best to suppress her giggles but the feeling of her shaking hands against your shoulder makes you giggle alongside her. “i’ll be okay, i promise ayaka,” you responded and raised your head up from the cold table. she nods before excusing herself, “i’ll see you later. i need to meet yoimiya about an affair.” you could only muster up a grin and a nod before shutting your eyes after she left the estate. 

a soft thud echoed throughout the empty estate. you drop your head back on the table and let out a heavy sigh. it was more than obvious that you missed ayato, archons, it hasn’t been past 24 hours and you feel as if you haven’t seen him for 5 years. many inazumans made comments about it before, especially elderly ladies who tease you both about clinging onto each other. you clear the thoughts in your head. it was the pitter-patter of the rain that calms you down for a bit– that gave you a moment to breathe for a bit. 

“a mora for your thoughts ?” a voice pipes up from your left side. bastard. you abruptly bring your head up and whip it towards your left. your eyes meet the lilac ones of a blue-haired and pale skin man. “you’re cruel,” you mumble at the man. cruel for leaving for work far from the estate when you could barely register what happened, cruel for not telling you he was back— cruel for clouding your mind all day.

ayato lets out a chuckle and pulls you into his embrace. you struggle and attempt to hit his chest softly but he uses his free hand to wrap around your wrist lightly. he leans his head down to litter soft kisses on your face. “i’ve missed you too, dearest,” he mumbles against your forehead. you let out a huff of defeat and melted into your husband’s touch. “my thoughts aren’t worth a mora by the way,” you quipped at him. ayato  squeezes the plush skin of your waist and lets out a hum of contentment. “i’d give up all my wealth for it either way.” 

you’ve missed him dearly too.

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dk if i should write abt alhaitham or ayato

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imagine a random akademiya group of friend

but they run into a fungi when late for their lecture, one of them attempts to attack it but then the other is like

R u dumb We’re gonna b late Just run god damn

and theh just ditch the fungi

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y did a fic idea pop into my head randomly when i was doing chemistry excerises in class

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I WANT YOU.

Ⅰ. ZHONGLI X F!READER  ⅠⅠ. TAGS : fluff, kissing, friends to lovers (kinda?), a scene where hu tao pounces the reader, reader uses she/her prns, mentions of alcohol consumption, slightly suggestive at the end, talks about impulsive actions, tension, awkwardness, reader just fawning over zhongli ⅠⅠⅠ. WC : 1.8K ⅠⅠⅠⅠ. SYNOPSIS : you struggle to give a gift to a certain someone who caught your interest for quite some time now. english isn’t my first language, sorry !

zhongli wasn’t an impulsive man. impulsive tendencies never clashed with him well and he knew himself that though he had adjusted to life as a mortal, he could never be as impulsive as the people around him. he was many things; calm, collected, handsome, and elegant. those were the words you spurred out randomly when he asked how you would consider him personality-wise.

unlike zhongli, you were more on the less bold and impulsive side. despite being quite an odd and silent person in the public eyes, you were much more different when comfortable. zhongli would sit you down and talk about history and tales, and you’d try your best to engage in the conversation despite knowing nothing he was talking about. though he was aware of how confused you were, he kept going because somehow your knitted eyebrows and pursed lips made his stomach do a backflip. sometimes, you’d impulsively chime in with an incorrect which he had to later correct with a growing grin on his face.

“why didn’t you bargain for a cheaper price?” hu tao screeched, pointing at the trinket you’re holding. you swore her voice echoed throughout the whole funeral parlour. you shook your head in defeat and defended yourself, “i was too nervous! the auntie selling it had a really intense vibe.” unbeknownst to you and your clearly agitated friend, a certain consultant’s ear picked up on the conversation as he was leaving his office. zhongli leaned against the wall, crossing his arms and listened intently. he had some time to spare so why not ?

“you could’ve gotten this for at least 700 mora but.. 1200… are you insane !?” your friend’s eyes twitched. hu tao’s hands hovered in front of you, threatening to strangle you within the next millisecond. you hit her arm and clicked your tongue. this afternoon while striding at liyue harbor’s dock, a certain stall caught your eyes– particularly an item displayed at the front row; a small glass sculpture of a glaze lily. long story short, you were too nervous to bargain for a cheaper price as the shopkeeper seemed slightly annoyed at your hesitation. you assumed mr. zhongli would like this as a small gift as thanks for his small little history lessons or rambles but when hu tao saw you walk into the parlour, you caved under the pressure of the energy ball who you call a best friend and let a little bit of information slide.

“alright ! alright ! i’m sorry,” your voice cracking as you raised your hand in defeat. “i just wanted to give mr. zhongli a gift.” hu tao’s eyebrows raised, and zhongli’s too. a low chuckle escaped his lips but it was cut off abruptly when he heard a thud. hu tao had pounced on you- well attempted to before you grabbed her arms and pulled her down with you. “are you crazy!?” you whisper-yelled. you were still aware that you’re at a funeral parlour and despite the fact hu tao does not give a single care, you hushed her. hu tao shook her head and pushed you back on the floor. “i’m not the one hitting on a funeral consultant who’s my best friend’s employee” she shot back, pointing straight at your face. “although…” a mischievous smile grew on her face slowly. oh no, oh no. you let out a groan. that smile, the same smile she made when she dosed chongyun’s strawberry popsicle with jueyun peppers. you shook your head and backed to the exit, “you won’t.”

her smile morphed into a smirk, “oh, but i will~” you shot a glare before exiting the parlour, abandoning your initial goal. “i’ll still meet you for drinks tonight,” you mumbled.

“i assume you heard all of that right, mr. zhongli?” hu tao exclaimed. she jumped up giddily and turned to the corner the man hid behind. the former archon let out a sigh before making himself visible to her. zhongli nods before walking past the bubbly girl. “director,” he greeted. “hey ! are you gonna do something about her !?” hu tao shouted out.

a light knock against a door diverted zhongli’s attention from reading. it was half past 12, so who would be here at this hour ? he had just arrived home after deciding to work late and had just settled down for an hour. zhongli swung the door open.

“hi,” you squeaked out. what is she doing here at this time he mused.

“greetings,” zhongli responded. “to what do i owe the pleasure?”

you fiddled your fingers and darted your eyes everywhere obviously avoiding making eye contact with the man in front of you. normally, you’d see him clad in his long coat but right now he only has a white button-up and a vest on. you assumed he’d taken off his coat the moment he arrive home.

“um..” you stutter. as cliche as it sounds, you were at a loss for words. maybe it’s because you’re wearing a somewhat revealing dress and the most proper man you’ve ever known was taking his sweet time to observe you or maybe it’s because he looks so fine without his coat on. nevertheless, you shook your thoughts away and built the courage up to look him in the eye. 

“would you like to come in for tea?” he asks rather confused but concerned. you politely accepted before entering his home. zhongli sits you down before striding away to brew a pot of tea. he assumed you were slightly tipsy after having drinks with his director but you showed no signs of it though the scent of wine wafted slightly when you walked past him. 

as promised, you did meet hu tao for drinks. half of the conversation was the endless and merciless teasing from hu tao and yun jin while your much younger friends, who couldn’t drink, stared at her as if she did something shameless but back at you with a look of confusion. you wave them off muttering along the lines that hu tao was joking around. 

the night ended with you waving goodbye to your friends. aside from the fact you had to deal with the piqued interest of your friends about your not-so-newly formed crush on a particular funeral consultant, you also had to walk home after carrying a shockingly heavy passed-out friend back to her home who grew too tired and just slept like a baby. your feet hurt, archons it hurt so bad but you still continued walking home. you considered taking off your heels but you rather have rex lapis serve your head on a platter than walk on stone with your bare feet. which is why you found yourself at zhongli’s home, the only person you knew who was in your vicinity. 

as you sat down on his couch, you let out an internal sigh of relief that your lower body won’t feel pain for a bit before you make your way back home again. zhongli walks back to the sitting area and smiles at you softly before sitting down next to you. “sorry for intruding, i just needed to rest a bit before leaving,” you mumbled. zhongli frowns when you scooch away to give him some personal space but makes no attempt to move closer to you.

“it’s alright, make yourself at home,” he responded softly. you could hear the tea kettle starting to boil on the stove. you tap your fingers against your bare thigh as your dress already rode up a bit as you sat down. “are you perhaps cold?” “no no, i’m okay.” you made hand gestures signifying you aren’t as if your denies aren’t already enough for him to hear but the man stubbornly disagreed and handed you his coat to cover your lap. “apologies, my blankets are still drying,” he says sheepishly. 

“ah.. thank you though– you really didn’t have to, mr. zhongli.” “my pleasure.” it was silent again and you both knew it. you didn’t know what to say or do. the only thing you could hear was the gas stove– why’s the tea taking so damn long ? when you shifted you felt a hard object move in your purse against your skin. the glaze lily. this could spark a conversation and relieve some of the tension. “oh right, mr. zhongli, i have something for you,” you say reaching into your purse, and pulling out the trinket you bought that morning. 

the glass sculpture surely caught zhongli’s eyes. the details and hues of the glass flower and the illumination of the moonlight made it especially stunning. “i bought it this morning and wanted to give it to you as a thank-you gift- especially when you’ve taught me a lot of history and accompanied me. the traveller mention something to me about your liking of glaze lilies and i assumed you’d like this.” 

“oh, i shouldn’t-” he says.

“yes, you should,” you reply back. you grab his gloved hand before placing the gift into his palms. his ears tinged red and he felt heat in his stomach. zhongli was too focused on the foreign feeling in his stomach and didn’t notice the equal embarrassment you felt after holding onto his hands. 

“ahem, thank you. i’ll cherish this gift.” zhongli says. well... you made this more embarrassing. maybe it’s time to make your leave as it’s getting later. you let go of his hands abruptly before getting up. you quickly hand him back his coat and thanked him for his company. “i shall leave now, thank you again.”

As you inch closer to the door, you heard footsteps from behind you. The man followed you to his front door. Did he want to say something? Did he not like the gift? All sorts of questions flowed into your head and before you could say something, he made his move.

zhongli is not a man of impulse. No, he is not but he follows his instinct. So when his body yelled at him to run to you and to hold onto you, he did so. He inches closer and traps you against his front door. “hi,” you weakly say. “hello,” he responded with a smile. you were nervous but didn’t want to leave or go, you wanted to stay like this for a while. zhongli stares at your glossy lips and the specks of blush decorating your cheeks and collarbones before reaching his hands to cup your face. 

his still-gloved fingers glide against your bottom lips and for a moment you see his eyes falter against your touch. your left hand rest on his chest and the other on his broad shoulder. you leaned in, not entirely, but enough to feel his breath against your skin. “may i?” he politely whispers. “you may,” you mumble back before letting him fully lean in. you both ignored the whistles of the kettle.

BONUS SCENE

“WHAT,” hu tao screeched. yun jin placed her drink back down on the table and stares at you. you rub your temple at the commotion your best friend is making, the volume of her voice obviously alarming the nearby tables. you apologize to the nearby customers before drawing your attention back to your friends.

chongyun and xingqiu share a knowing look and xiangling hugs guoba tightly. you groaned, “well..  at least say something besides screaming!”