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I CAN SEE YOU ִ ࣪𖤐

Wriothesley

SYNOPSIS … “and we keep everything professional, but something’s changed, it’s something I like.” “and I could see you being my addiction, you can see me as a secret mission.”

NOTES … happy ttpd day (was hurt when listening to robin and peter)

CONTENTS … sfw , romance , slight angst , minor kissing scene , mentions of power difference , gender neutral reader

Word Count … 1469

Genshin Impact (Taylor’s Version) Masterlist

Feelings and work never go well together. Wriothesley knows that better than anyone and does exactly what he should be doing; avoid mixing the two together.

Matters in the fortress were already quite a lot to bear, a lot can be added with something such as personal affairs. He doesn’t play into favorites, the idea of it was unfair and overall cruel to think about from an outside perspective.

He doesn’t want anyone in his workplace to paint him as something so horrid as that. It was all to avoid internal conflicts between the work environment of meropide to ensure things go as smoothly as possible.

As much as Wriothesley does what should be done; he also does what shouldn’t even be considerable in this environment.

He only realized this when he found himself paying more attention to another person rather than the rest. If anyone were to read his thoughts, he would defend himself that he genuinely tries to not further it more.

But sometimes when you gesture to each other a small nod along the hallways, Wriothesley really can’t help but think what would happen if it were more than that. More than just simply respect out of a higher up. Whaf would it be if it were something personal.

So he starts watching you; he watches your cooperation with the other guards, your assistance towards the convicts, and even the way you'd sometimes slip in the slippery, wet pipes during your shifts.

But he should’ve given you more credit, not realizing how easily you must have spotted his watchful eyes. He hears you hum, “His grace being out of his office at this time of the day, has something happened?”

“Yes, well…” he ponders for a while. “I thought I heard an explosive.”

“Ah,” Wriothesley looks at your confused expression, somehow noting how level-headed you are. “That's odd, I haven't heard nor felt anything of the sorts…”

If it were anyone else hearing Wriothesley's words just then, they would have panicked at the word “explosive”, yet he felt like laughing a bit at how you weren’t that. “Maybe it was just in my head,”

“Hallucinating? May e you should visit Miss Sigewinne.” Despite your words that were meant to deliver worry, it felt indifferent to your normal tone; something level-headed and calm.

Wriothesley immediately rejects the idea, somehow convincing you that he didn’t feel any headache of any sorts.

“If not, perhaps you just need a meal?” You smile at his stubbornness regarding this hallucination of his, to which Wriothesley felt slightly embarrassed that he let someone think that he’s starting to lose his mind.

“That's probably it,” He admits, shaking off the sudden tension he felt with his previous actions. “Then join me for lunch? you’ve been working for a while,”

“Ah, so his grace was watching me. Thank you for confirming.”

Now he felt genuinely caught.

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Ever since the first time Wriothesley has ever gotten to speak to you properly outside of professional matters, he has been talking to you a whole lot in and out of his office.

Whenever you would get suspicious of his sudden visitations during working hours, he’d always excuse himself to merely seeing how everyone was doing and that you weren’t the only one he’s seeing. Which at first you found to be believable.

If it weren’t for the outside glances, you would have kept believing that.

It didn’t take long for the quiet rumors to turn into loud ones, which bothers Wriothesley. Has his “i don’t play favorites” persona died?

He wonders if he should stop making cuts in his schedule to see you. If this word continues to spread, who knows what mistreatment you might receive from both the convicts and the guards. He grumbles at the thought.

But he always seemed to give you less and less credit, he remembers just that when you were the one who felt more astray from him. The one who was supposed to treat you indifferently was the one being treated indifferently, by you.

Sharing a conversation with each other starts to happen rarely and eventually never, and if it did happen it would have been kept short and professional.

Lunch breaks were once again spent inside his office, all by himself with only stacks of paperworks to accompany him instead of your calm musings.

Passing by one another in the hallway felt wrong. You merely send a simple nod to him, like how you would to another one of your coworkers.

Sometimes, Wriothesley just hopes that you weren’t so nonchalant about it all. He just hoped that you weren’t thinking that it was for the best for the both of you, and his title. He just wonders if it doesn’t bother you how you two never talk the same way before?

He only wished that you would come knocking in his office, claiming that you had missed your shared talks with one another. How you’d missed the lunches you shared together. How you had missed him.

What would he do if it ever happens?

“Your grace?” Wriothesley turns to see you, in his office. Just you and him in his office. “I’ve been knocking for a while and thought you were asleep so,”

Why are you here? Did his unspoken wishes somehow come true? it felt stupid and childish but really, Wriothesley felt amused by the thought of it.

“I was sent to deliver these.” Ah, he watches as you pile some files on the table. So that's why.

“Thank you,” You were done with your task, but neither you and him did nor say anything.

Which somehow felt weird considering you two haven’t properly talked for a while.

“You should…” You drag out with a smile, “Get some sleep.”

He returns your smile, the way it would usually be. “Don’t worry, I usually nap every so often.”

“I meant sleep, Wriothesley.”

He likes the way you say his name.

“Those are two different things.”

He knows— well he does now that he was reminded of it. “Surely you knew what you did,”

“Would you like me to address you as ‘your grace’?”

“Not really,” It was almost embarrassing how he responded immediately to your question, as if offended that you would even ask him that.

You laugh at this, and he figures that he likes the way your voice echoes in his empty office.

“You should be leaving now.” Yes, you should be.

“I should,” So why aren’t you leaving? “I simply want to apologize.”

He stays silent, reading his quietness as a way of asking why.

“I shouldn't have indulged in those conversations of ours, I wouldn't want to ruin your image.” Usually he would like your words, but he finds himself hating the way you were apologizing as if it was your fault for his self-indulgent behaviors. And to top it off, he felt put-off at the way you said it so formally.

“That was my decision,”

“I know,” You say. “I still feel the need to apologize.”

“Why?”

“Considering you’re my boss and the longer we talk in a personal manner the more it would lead to unfairness. Something you don’t really… like.”

You’re right. He doesn't really like unfairness, usually playing by fair laws more than anything. And with this… relationship, the power difference between you two felt very apparent.

“You’re right,”

You nod.

It was easy to find yourself out of Wriothesley’s office after that conversation. Because it made sense. It was fair.

But none of those happen when you are up against the wall with him, feeling your lips numb and sting from the rough kisses of his own. If you were to allow him, he would bite your lip hard enough to draw blood.

But that doesn’t happen, instead his hands find their way under your jaw, nudging your head upwards so he can taste you better. Both you can only hope that no one else trudges inside of his office in the middle of the night.

He should probably stop, you should also maybe stop. But the echoes of your breathy huffs from the kiss and his desperate grunts felt too addicting to intervene. It would feel wrong to stop when you two had gotten too far.

Oh, what would the others say when they found out that you’d been smuggling up to the boss? You’d be lying if you were to say that the thought doesn’t bother you.

Somehow, Wriothesley interrupted the moment by pulling away yet still too close to have you feel his breath against your bruised lips. “Behave and don’t tell anyone.”

You laugh, maybe because both of you know better that he was the one who needed to be told to behave.

From that time and every night in his office, it was all a secret.

rimi’s notes …

if it wasn’t obvious enough, i am not used to writing rough kiss scenes. (kissing scenes in general but i try) very sorry haven’t updated this for those who were looking forward to it😭 once i finish writing thoma’s, hopefully the schedule would return back hhh

Next in line would be Thoma for RED!

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TO HOLD ִ ࣪𖤐

CHARACTERS … gaming , heizou , kaveh , lyney , neuvillette , wriothesley

SYNOPSIS … what do they hold on to when you’re gone?

NOTES … been a while :D haven’t posted but randomly started writing for a hq, senku, and heizou series for some reason idk (also i think i kinda drifted away from the original thought when writing)

CONTENTS … sfw , angst , gender neutral reader

GAMING …

gaming holds onto the hair tie you offered him during your early days together. on some occasions, he would leave his place in a hurry and forget about tying his hair back, so you were always there to make sure his hair didn't get in the way of his errands.

he would often get reminded that you weren’t there anymore whenever he would huff a bunch of stray pieces of hair out of his face. ever since you were gone, gaming had started to forget his hair tie back at home; the hair tie you gave him.

the thought of throwing it away and buying a new one always left a bitter taste on his tongue, he would often gaze at it looping around his wrist.

when the day comes that it snaps, gaming wonders if he’s still going to keep it or not, considering that it would’ve lost its purpose by then. or maybe it already had, when you left.

HEIZOU …

runaway pets are one of the many things that heizou does not fancy on handling. on rare occasions, pets are easy to deal with; they’re agile but still predictable and therefore not invincible to the detective.

but god is it annoying when the animal would just not cooperate with him.

though maybe he would give the job more credit, considering that he met you when your pet was on the loose. and heizou realized that maybe (only maybe) tracking down those pesky animals isn’t always a waste of time.

when there was a job up in the station, heizou was always the first to see if it was about your bratty pet. if it wasn’t, he’d leave. if it was, he’d dash towards your place, already having memorized the path needed to get there.

ever since you left, tracking down lost animals returned back to what heizou originally thought of them: a complete waste of time.

KAVEH …

there was this one restaurant you and kaveh would always eat dinner at whenever you two didn’t know what to eat.

instead of arguing and bickering over what to get for dinner, you would have a mutual understanding to go to the same spot instead. be it breakfast, lunch, or dinner, it didn’t matter so long you two had your time together.

if someone were to eat at the same place over and over again, they would have grown sick of eating the same menu every time. kaveh liked to think he wasn’t like that, the food somehow tasted different every time you would have new things to tell him. it was one of the many reasons why he didn’t get sick of the place.

when you are gone, kaveh fears stepping inside the restaurant. he starts to think that he wouldn’t be able to leave when he does.

he forgets the taste of every meal in the place, he forgets how different they would be each day, he simply forgets about the place, and you. or at least he tries to.

LYNEY …

everyone knows wilted flowers don't serve any purpose. lyney knows that they only serve as a reminder of the life they once had.

and the dead flowers that were in his place were indifferent. you always took the time off your day to take care of the plants, changing the waters, and even cleaning the vase from time to time.

but lyney only sees withered echoes of you when he sees the lifeless bundle in the same vase that hasn’t been cleaned ever since you were gone.

he starts to hate parts of himself for it. taking care of a flower seemed easy. he wasn’t even able to take care of the one thing that was left of you in his life. lyney starts to think that the wilted flowers were a reminder that he wouldn’t have been deserving of you.

if you had stayed longer with him, your relationship would have eventually shared a similar fate with the dead flowers.

NEUVILLETTE …

neuvillette’s office never felt empty when you were there. there was a particular seat that you always occupied when you were to visit him. you would sit on it while he sat beside you, sharing your lunch break together.

it went to the point that it started to feel wrong whenever someone else were to sit in your spot. but neuvillette doesn’t make them leave, being so attached to an object doesn’t seem right to him.

but maybe it wasn’t the object he was attached to, it was simply you. he was attached to how you were able to give something special to things that he barely took note of back then.

suddenly, it started to feel even more wrong when your seat was always vacant. maybe because some part of him wishes you would knock so gently on the door and make your way to your favorite spot while inviting him over beside you.

sadly, it never happens. a knock on the door doesn’t mean that you were back. the seat being occupied doesn’t mean that you were the one occupying it.

it just doesn’t mean anything anymore.

WRIOTHESLEY …

wriothesley’s hands were scuffed and scarred, they were brutal in a way that he uses them to defend himself from anything equally dangerous.

ironically, the same rough hands he uses to fight were also the same ones he used to hold you with. to hold something delicate and fragile.

it was the part of him you would always get to hold, gliding over any scars that would meet with your skin. in some part of him, he starts to think that he was also becoming dainty underneath your hold.

the hands that were meant to fight started to hold something that didn’t have anything to do with violence. wriothesley always thinks about that.

it was also the last thing he failed to get rid of in his head when you had gone. what were his violent hands without your subtle touches?

the only thing that wriothesley gets to hold was the complete absence of the air around him.

rimi’s notes

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NEWLYWEDS —

— fluff , very in love (yuck) , crying bcuz of love eww

“babe!!!”

it was the first time your boyfriend called you that day.

apparently he had been busying his hands with something, you weren’t sure what it was though.

whenever you would ask or try to sneak in a peak, he would always shoo you away with a lame excuse of it being a “secret” and “you’ll find out”.

now that you entered your shared living room, his back was still facing you.

when he craned his neck to look back at you, that golden smile of his was the first thing that you notice.

it felt like he was glowing with excitement. whatever it is he’s doing, he must be very eager to show you.

“hm?”

“sit here.”

he pats the floor behind him, his body still facing away from you and you can tell that there was something being kept hidden within his other arm.

but you do as you were told.

“close your eyes.”

you follow.

“hold out your hand and spread it.”

you almost complain, why is it all of a sudden he has some specific instructions.

but you do.

and for a while you don’t feel anything. you hear him shuffling though, probably to face you.

“don’t sneak a glance!”

you don’t plan to. honestly you would spoil the excitement for both of you if you did, so you let him do what he intends on doing.

and after a few seconds, you feel something slipping around your finger.

your ring finger.

“okay..! open.”

you look down at your hands, a delicately folded paper ring enveloping your ring finger.

he has one too. you both share the same color of paper rings, because he wants to match. it was your favorite color. probably because he loves whatever you love.

“do you like it?”

his giggle feels infectious. you fear simple things that he does so genuinely because you feel so weak and vulnerable.

so dainty.

you almost feel tears pooling in the corner of your eyes, “i love it. i love you.”

“aah, did my surprise really bring you to tears?”

when the drop of tear finally gave in and fell down, he lays your head on his chest, hugging you while grabbing ahold of your hand which held the ring.

“if you cry over something like this… i wonder what’ll happen once i actually buy you a real ring.”

he laughs, caressing your hand as your muffled sobs was heard. you feel his hand fondling with the folded paper around your finger while he wonders how much different it’ll feel with a real engagement ring.

but you don’t care, because simple things he do is always so unbelievable innocent and genuine.

you don’t care if he marries you with a ring worth hundreds or thousands, or if he marries you right there and now with some cheaply folded paper that could be broken with a simple rip.

you don’t care if it’s in some fancy, luxurious five-star hotel, or just an apartment complex in a city.

you don’t care, because the moment he slips on the paper ring on both your fingers was the moment you two got married.

— atsumu, bachira, bokuto, caelus, gaming, heizou, keigo, kourai, lev, luka, lyney, mirio, nishinoya, oboro, rody, satoru, shoyo, teru, venti, yuji, your fave/s !!!

rimi’s notes …

HI SORRY I HAVEN’T BEEN POSTING THINGS , soooo sorry for not writing the next genshin tv fic i just ran away from home shshhshs i’ll come around to write it but dunno when specifically. love u guys

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In the Midst of Uncertainty

Hoshiumi Korai x Reader

Quote: "Fall in love with someone you met." & "Fall in love with the idea of someone."

Someone You Loved

“What do you think of the ocean?” Hoshiumi asked, the back of his hand brushing up against yours.

“A desert,” you say, your eyes filled to the brim with wonder, “a blue desert.”

Hoshiumi felt a smile tug at the corners of his mouth. You’re in awe, that’s obvious, there seems to be something more. It’s almost as though you’re displaying a new emotion entirely. One that, until now, Hoshiumi has never seen before.

Is this moment really real?

It feels as though he could reach out and your visage would become nothing more than an illusion conjured up by his tired and restless mind.

He’s stuck within a moment of uncertainty. Unsure of whether to reach out to see if you’re really there or to just stand there watching you from a distance being forever unsure if this moment was illusion or reality.

Was this how you felt when you took photos of others? When you took photos of him?

Wanting to just capture the very essence of the subject but the feelings that this moment has invoked within you.

“Sir?” The woman standing in front of Hoshiumi waves a badge in front of his face.

Hoshiumi shoots her an apologetic smile, taking the badge quickly before walking into the room.

It feels… surreal to be here.

Truthfully, Hoshiumi had imagined this moment many times before. Standing among his friends and peers as more than they thought. As a surprising change to his image. Though, among all the different variations he had always imagined that he’d be able to be here with you. With you by his side.

Or rather he’d be here by your side.

You’d give that small modest smile that always managed to make people flush and brush the back of your hand against his as you introduced him to the crowd. People would look at him with amusement and awe but Hoshiumi wouldn’t care the slightest about their views and words. His eyes would solely be on you. And then, at the end of the show when everyone else is just about gone he would finally wrap his hand around yours.

And yet… here he stands alone.

The cold air blasts him as he opens the doors. The room is still mostly empty though Hoshiumi expects it to fill up soon. He remembers reading somewhere that they would play a slideshow of your favourite photos before the end of the private service.

Hoshiumi, truthfully, doesn't have much experience with funerals but he expects that most people are planning on making it to the slide show. Afterall, it’s something that’s meant to display your life and everyone that means something to you.

Everyone, Hoshiumi included, are entranced by the photos that have been displayed on the walls. Your photos have always been amazing but Hoshiumi doesn't think that he’s seen any of these before. The boy had gone through almost everything you’d ever published when he first met you and he doesn't think he’s seen any of these before. Of course, he could have easily overlooked them or just simply doesn't remember.

All of the photos are eye-catching but the first one to truly grab hold of Hoshiumi’s attention is the one filled with a boy with tired eyes staring into the lens of the camera. There’s this half sort of smile on his face as he’s leaning on his arms. The kind of expression one would see on someone that is exactly where they wish to be.

What was your relationship with him to elicit such an expression? So much warmth and admiration.

Hoshiumi almost feels a little embarrassed as he stares at the photo. It’s such an intimate look. The same kind of look that girls gush over when they talk about famous actors in their favourite scenes.

Pulling himself away from the photo, Hoshiumi attempts to find his own.

It’s the last one in the long line of pictures. He’s not staring at the camera and seems to be in the middle of a game. None of Hoshiumi’s teammates can be seen, though Hoshumi assumes that they were likely photoshopped out.

Hoshiumi had never been all too good at posing for photos but this one definitely makes him reconsider just how photogenic he might really be.

“You’re that boy from the earlier photos, the Soldier, aren’t you?” A loud voice exclaims.

“Yeah. How’d you know? Most people are surprised when they learn it’s me in those photos.”

Hoshiumi turns his head to look at the two strangers. Well, they aren’t exactly strangers. No one in this room is a stranger to him but neither are they people who he’s met before. Hoshiumi has committed almost each and everyone of these faces to memory. Not because of anything to do with the individuals themselves but because they were faces you cared enough about to take down. Because they were people that mattered to you.

The loud voice belongs to the Mentalist. A lanky man with dual coloured hair and a practiced smile. He’s definitely older than Hoshiumi but doesn't look a day older than he did when you had taken his photo.

The Mentalist smiles, “you have the same eyes.”

The other man who is dressed in a green suit is someone Hoshiumi recognizes as the Soldier. It takes him a moment to put a name to the face but he ultimately figures it out when he notices the man’s eyebrows raise in suspicion. The spitting image of the young boy’s photo that you used to carry around in your wallet.

“And the same expression.” Hoshiumi adds.

The duo turn to look at Hoshiumi, their eyes scanning him.

It’s something akin to the expression other volleyball players give him before a game. As if they’re sizing him up and looking for any angle where they might have a one up on him.

Hoshiumi isn’t one to barge into stranger’s conversations…

Okay maybe he is - but to him these two are the least strange to him.

They’re the two you talked about the most during the days the two of you spent together. The two that made you smile the most. The two that made your eyes light up the way that Hoshiumi wanted to make them. Out of everyone here, Hoshiumi feels as though he might be able to be friends with the two of them.

Though, admittedly, they seem very different from how you described them. Perhaps it’s because of the events.

No.

It’s because he’s not you.

The Mentalist turns to look at him, “the Athlete?”

Hoshiumi flushes, “I was never really a fan of that title.”

“Why so?” Asks the Mentalist.

“Because it always felt so…” Hoshiumi trials off.

Wrong? No it wasn’t wrong. He was an athlete but to be called the Athlete is quite a title to bestow upon someone. He feels like the odd man out compared to the other two men. Two men that have known you much longer than Hoshiumi has. To them he must be nothing but a kid. Someone with barely any knowledge of you compared to them.

You.

You’re smiling at him through the photo hanging of you on the wall.

It’s an older photo. Your hair is significantly shorter and you don’t have those sunmarks that Hoshiumi used to love counting. You used to always flush and push him away which would only cause him to laugh in response.

What kind of person were you back then?

Were you as easily flustered back then? Were you more youthful and hopeful? Did you spurt random bouts of wisdom that sound like baloney? Did you flush when someone mentioned your age? Hoshiumi remembers joking about how old you were getting though now he realises just how young you really were. Much too young for him and everyone else to be here now.

The Soldier clears his throat, “different from who you felt you were?”

“Yeah.” says Hoshiumi, though he can’t force himself to turn and look at the other two men. He feels as though he might break. But he doesn't leave either. Afterall, he’s never been the kind of person to back down in the face of a challenge. Though, this isn’t the kind of thing most people would consider a challenge.

And besides, strangely… Being around these two is a feeling similar to how it felt to be around you. It’s strange yet comforting.

“You know, those are the titles she picked for you.” The Mentalist explains, “I think she would have wanted you to look a little deeper into it.”

The Soldier scoffs, “and what’s yours supposed to mean, Mentalist?”

The Mentalist gives a well practiced smile, “well, I'm a magician, aren’t I? She was always very impressed by my extraordinary mental prowess. Though… When she said it, she always meant eccentric. Considered calling it ‘the Mad Man’ at some point.”

Hoshimui wonders what else you had considered calling him.

You had promised him a preview of all the photos you’d taken of him before you… Anyways, Hoshiumi hadn’t ever gotten to see those photos until now. He never got to see all the little notes you wrote on the backs of those photos and the beautiful poems he’s heard the others talk about. But this is enough. It’s enough for him knowing that you cared enough to give him such a beautiful and meaningful title in the first place.

The soldier’s eyes brightened, “she wanted to call mine ‘the Brat.’”

Now that Hoshiumi can’t see.

But the thought makes him laugh.

Hoshiumi quickly clears his throat, feeling enough courage to ask the question that had been nagging at him all day, “did you two know her well?”

And their answers - “Not as well as I’d like to.” Says the Mentalist. The Soldier shugs, “At one point.” - surprise Hoshiumi.

From how you talked about the two of them he would have assumed that you were close. The looks on their faces turn sad and sullen and yet Hoshiumi feels not joyful but suddenly not as lonely. It makes him feel as though it wasn’t just him that you wanted to keep at an arm's length. It wasn’t just him that you were afraid to let in.

“Did you?” Asks the Soldier.

“I’m not sure.” Answers Hoshiumi.

“Well you’re here so you must have meant something to her.” Says the soldier, his voice soft.

The Mentalist smiles warmly, “and she must have meant something to you.”

You meant more to him than you’ll ever get to know.

“So,” The Mentalist clears his throat, “what’s ‘the Athlete’ supposed to mean?”

“Oh,” Hoshiumi mentally scolds himself for flushing again, “well it’s actually a bit of an inside joke… I think.”

The Mentalist turns his head to the side, “you think?”

“Well, she always talked about how she admired athletes. Talked about how she loved the way they ‘sparked’. Honestly, I’m surprised she chose me in the end.” Hoshiumi smiles, “I guess she couldn’t help but be impressed when she watched me play.”

Sparking.

Hoshiumi remembers how brightly you smiled when first saying those words. ‘Not everyone sparks’, you said, ‘people that spark are brilliant. Like you. It’s kind of hard to explain but I imagine it’s something similar to that feeling you get when you manage to break through a block that’s been roofing you all game.’

The Soldier, who's been standing idly by, finally turns to look at Hoshiumi and the Mentalist, “have any of you talked to the others?”

Hoshiumi rubs his neck sheepishly, “the others?” This is the first conversation he’s had all day.

“The other Muses?” Asks the Mentalist.

“Oh,” Hoshiumi looks around at the other people crowding the hall, “no. Honestly, I’m not really familiar with anyone else here. She never really spoke about the other… muses.” Apart from the two of you. “I’m basically a stranger to everyone else here. What about the two of you?”

“I’m in the same boat as you.” says the Soldier.

Hoshiumi and the Soldier then turn to look at the Mentalist who promptly responds, “she always did like to keep her distance.”

Distance, huh.

Hoshiumi hadn’t thought of it like that before. Though now that he thinks about it he realizes it’s likely something you’ve been doing all your life. Afterall, your childhood friend, the Soldier, looks around weirdly as if out of place in a place that you used to call home. A distance between yourself and your youth. The Mentalist, the man who helped bring you into this world, stares at your newest photos as though he can’t believe that this is something you’ve created. A distance between yourself and your past.

And a distance between yourself and him.

The distance between you and Hoshiumi was one he could never quite bridge. He could only ever love you from afar and wonder what it might be like to hear you call out his name. In the middle of a game when you’re cheering for him; excitedly when you have something on your phone that you want to show him; upsetly when he teases you about something stupid; or softly when he leaves for an away game.

Fall in love with someone you met.

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In the Midst of Uncertainty

(Y/n) (L/n),

Sometimes I wonder what you might have thought of me. Was I just another person passing by? Was I someone you wanted to know? Someone you wanted to be around? I guess now I’ll never have the chance to ask you now, though I suppose I never would have asked in the first place.

Hoshiumi Korai.

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‘Beneath star filled eyes and below the practiced smiles was the ‘her’ I knew. A young girl who wanted nothing but to change the world.’

- The Soldier

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You know,

The other day while I was out something came up that reminded me of you. The water fountain, where you took the first photo of me, was getting repaired. An older man approached me and spoke about his memories there and talked about how sad it was that it no longer held the same magical sparkle.

At first I had agreed with him but the longer I stared the more I began to notice that there was some sort of sparkle still there. The children that ran and played around it certainly seemed to find something magical about it; and I began to wonder if that was how you too saw the world?

Your friend, Korai.

---

‘She glowed. Perhaps not with the brilliance of stars, or the destructiveness of fire; but with the gentle comfort of the night - like fireflies.’

- The Storyteller

---

Dear (Y/n),

There are many things I wish I could have said to your face. Many things that I’ll never get the chance to say.

I have this vague idea in my head of what I think you might say. Of how I believe you might have reacted. Like, for instance, when I’m stuck at the grocery store trying to decide between two different apples. I’d imagine you’d laugh before throwing them both into the cart and I’d put them both back but see them once again when we reached the register. I’d give you a certain look and then you’d smile - the same smile you always had when you saw me.

And yet, when I ask others about you I’m met with such different versions of the person I used to know. Such mixed reactions and predictions of what you might have done and it makes me wonder if I ever really knew you at all.

Yours, Hoshimui.

---

‘From whispers to rumors I learned her name. It wasn’t something I thought worth remembering yet it was also something I’d never forget.’

- The Mentalist

---

I feel lonely when I think of you. Of how I might never end up with someone. How I’ll forever be searching for someone that’ll only ever be second best. And it makes me sad.

---

‘People say she parted crowds like how Moses parted the sea. That she danced on the moon with stars in her hair. Really though, she was someone who loved to get lost in crowds.’

- The Dancer

---

(Y/n),

Did I ever tell you how I used to pour over your written works? That, at one point, I’d taken out all the photos in the album you left behind just to search for tiny phrases or poems that you might’ve left behind? How, while I’d never been all too good at reading, your words reached me in a way nothing else ever had?

I think, in another life, you could have been a poet or writer. Perhaps not a big ticked author whose work ends up as a New York Times’ best seller but the kind that manages to reach the hearts of even the most closed off individuals. Perhaps not because you managed to live a life just as bad or worse but because you were able to feel sympathy and empathy for them.

I wonder if other people have managed to read the words you’ve left behind. If they think about you the same way that I do? If they wonder about you the same way that I had? And if they hoped to one day see the face of someone that moved them so.

Korai.

---

‘Sometimes she was as gentle as dew on the petals of flowers in the morning; others, she was as loud as the pounding of raindrops in the midst of a thunderstorm.’

- The Architect

---

I miss you deeply.

Perhaps not as much as your parents or relatives miss you.

Perhaps not even as much as your friends or acquaintances.

But deeply - if that make’s sense.

---

‘The stories always painted her as a soloist on a journey of discovery but I like to think that she was more of an accompanist. Someone that sought to bring out others’ brilliance.’

- The Violinist

---

I think you were like a distant wave in the wind, a sudden burst of warmth in a sea of cool, and it was refreshing yet overwhelming at the same time.

---

‘I know of many that have claimed to have recognized her elegance and brilliance from first glance. But to me she was utterly ordinary.’

- The Journalist

---

(Y/n),

Before you knew me I used to think of you before bed. I used to dream of you when I went to sleep and think of you once again when I woke up. And it’s strange, isn’t it? That I’d desperately search for a way to be close to someone that I didn’t know? Someone that I never knew? And yes, I did feel rather odd, but it was my way of wondering what kind of person you’d be and how you might think of me.

I think, deep down in the depths of my heart, I knew that there would forever be this distance between yourself and I. It was just the kind of person you seemed to be. So kind and warm yet just barely out of reach.

That was how you seemed to me, a stranger, and how you seemed to your friends. And I wonder if that ever made you lonely. If it ever made you wish for something more. Something that you might not ever be. Of course, I hope you didn’t mind it and I hoped that you did manage to find someone close to you (even if that person wasn’t me) because we should all be close to someone. That, afterall, is how we are meant to live. Together.

When I knew you I would wonder about you constantly. In between games and sometimes in the middle of training sessions. Of course you didn’t totally consume my mind though you certainly seemed to do that very thing to my heart. When I knew you I felt as if I knew you more and less. As if all my questions before had been answered and strangely opened more.

As if we could ever know someone for just a few moments or questions.

Your death was so sudden, ya know?

The kind of thing I’d never be able to prepare myself for.

The kind of thing I’d never thought would have happened.

The kind of thing I wish…

Ya know, sometimes I wonder how our lives might have been if we were born in another universe. In another time line with different… variants. Would we be nothing but characters on a page? Would I still love you from a distance? Would I have ever gotten the chance to know you at all and if I did would I still love you the way I did now? Would you just be another person?

I think not.

I’d like to believe that this me, and every other me (if others me did exist) would love you. Not because it was a matter of life or because it was something predetermined by fate or God but because that was just how things would be. And it would be a choice I’d choose to make every day.

Korai.

---

‘She walked a tightrope between brilliance and insanity. Teetered on the edge of a pedestal others placed her upon. Watching from the outside in.’

- The Hero

---

It’s hard for me to understand other people. Though I guess that’s because I never really tried. In my mind, I imagine most people are sad. A part of them is always searching for something they’re missing - searching for something to really care about - when they aren’t already distracted with something else.

---

‘At some point I had begun to wonder about her. How her laugh might sound, how her tears would fall and how the world might light up around her when she smiled.’

- The Bookkeeper

---

“I had once hoped to fall in love.”

“And why is it no longer what you wish for?”

“Well, I suppose I still do - though differently than how I had before.”

“How so?”

“Now I hope to love and be loved rather than love someone else from afar.”

---

‘She was ever like a breeze in the wind. Always all around you, ready to shower you with a gentle kiss of spring, yet always just out of reach.’

- The Auteur

---

Do you remember when I asked you “how do you come up with ideas for your photos?”

How you shook your head and sat silently for a while. Then you went on a long walk. When you came back your expression was sad and almost empty - almost as if you’d lost all inspiration that once filled your eyes. Your strange behaviour had gone on for so long that I had begun to wonder what it is that I might have done wrong. And eventually, you closed your eyes and spotted something amongst the brilliant stars.

And you smiled, “instinct, I suppose. Though mostly because of people like you.”

---

‘There was this seemingly innate ability she seemed to have that allowed her to so easily connect with others. Some say it was her eyes, others her smile, I think it was that flutter.

- The Chef

---

It’s hard to write but it’s even harder to love.

Sometimes, I wonder if I have done either.

---

‘She was sort of like that moment right before you took flight. Filled with so much excitement, anticipation and fear for what’s to come.’

- The Pilot

---

Dearest, (Y/n),

I attended a showing of yours the other day. Though I suppose it was more of a showing that presented you rather than a showing that you have created. The paintings were beautiful and almost all of your Muses had gathered around to see it. It was in celebration of your life. I guess that’s the only time we’re ever all in one place though. When it’s about you.

The names of people that I’d known for years seemed so much more… human in person. Less tangible.

We were all asked to write something about you for the show. Asked about what we thought you were like. I wonder if you would have smiled after reading everyone else’s words. If you would have shaken your head and turned away. You definitely collected quite the group of personalities among you.

And yet somehow… Everyone here seems so alike.

I can’t exactly name how, it’s more of a gut feeling in my chest. Like when I know where someone’s going to hit despite their bodies giving nothing away.

You used to tell me that that was one of your favourite things about me.

I wonder if it still would be now.

Ya know, I have to admit, I don’t think I ever really thought about death until you. Of course I knew that people died but the full force of the idea didn’t really sink in until you were sunk beneath the sea. I think it would have made you happy, knowing that your ashes were spread across the sea instead of being buried beneath the ground. Free to travel the world to your heart’s content. And truthfully, I could never imagine you being trapped in one place for the rest of time.

A part of me wishes I had managed to meet you sooner. When you were still young and filled with youthful innocence. When you were still naive and eager to see the rest of the world. When you had yet to fall in love for the first time. I wonder and wonder, and it only makes me wonder even more.

Do you think I would have been able to know you better?

Do you think anyone would have been able to know you had you not closed yourself off?

Do you think you could have loved me?

I miss you.

I think everyone here misses you, at least a little.

Ya, I think that sounds right. At least a little.

Yours, Korai.

---

‘Many knew of her, but I doubt anyone really knew her. From the Soldier to the Journalist, she masterfully built her walls. I don’t think she ever really let anyone in.’

- The Athlete

---

Fall in love with the idea of someone.

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Haikyuu Boys As Taylor Swift Lyrics Part 2!

Warnings: slight angst

Part 1 here<3

Authors Note- Holy fart i havent posted in almost a year,, i lowk missed this platform sm :,) but guys shld i try make a smau?!!?!!!!! idk lmk pls and give me ideas bc my head is empty. please dont mind some of these may be ooc i js like imagining that they act like this^^ pls dont mind how half assed and rushed the last one is</3

Delicate

“Handsome you’re a mansion with a view.”

-akaashi, kuroo, sugawara, osamu, kita, ushijima, oikawa

Your boyfriend is perfect. It’s nothing new. The first time you laid your eyes on him to now is nothing different. You will always be starstruck by his presence. Just him in general. You knew people were going to have their eyes on him but you didn’t care. Because you know while their eyes are on him, his will always be fixated on you. Admiring you. Not them, just you. “Y/n?” Your boyfriend chuckles from across the table of a fancy restaurant, you got caught staring again. You can’t help it, he was yours, your handsome boy.

The Way I Loved You

“I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain and its 2am and I’m cursing your name”

-tsukishima, atsumu, oikawa, kageyama

You both always wore your heart on your sleeve. Your emotions were always apparent. Especially during arguments. It’s been almost a year since you guys broke up but you still think about him. The good moments and the bad. No matter how many relationships you’ve been in after him, him and his name will always be engraved in your mind. You missed him. You missed the cafe dates he would take you on with a side of your favorite flowers. You missed cuddling after a bad day. You missed when he was the one who made your bad day. Arguments out in public when it’s pouring rain. Back and forth screaming and yelling with a make-up kiss shortly after. Sleepless nights where he would have you crying and cursing until your eyes were so puffy you couldn’t see. Regardless of everything, you still missed him.

Dress

“Our secret moments in a crowded room, they got no idea about me and you”

-hinata, iwaizumi, oikawa, nishinoya, bokuto

It was the start of the first semester of uni. That means you and a couple friends were invited to a huge campus party that everyone knew about. There were plenty of recognizable faces, all close friends. You and your best friend are having a lot of fun at the party socializing and such. Best friends. That’s what everyone else sees. But they dont see the subtle admiration and glint in your ‘best friends’ eyes when he looks at you. They dont see both of your glances to each others lips when the other is talking. They dont see the slight moving of his hand onto your thigh whenever sitting close next to each other. They don’t know anything about you guys aside from being two best friends. But you two know the truth.

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FRIENDSHIP BRACELETS ִ ࣪𖤐

CHARACTERS … akaashi keiji , bokuto kotaro , hoshiumi korai , kozume kenma

SYNOPSIS ... their crush (you) made them friendship bracelets!

NOTES ... OHHH WRITING FOR HAIKYUU I MISS IT!!! (srry i'm half asleep relying on a nutella sandwich to keep me awake) sry im a bit chaotic rn

CONTENTS ... fluff , gender neutral reader

AKAASHI KEIJI

he finds it adorable, he isn’t usually surrounded by people who do something so silly and simple such as making beady bracelets for their friends. it’s such a pure thought to him and he finds that it fits you really well.

he wears it, of course. not everywhere and everytime (he’s not that obsessed not yet), but usually he pretends that it’s some sort of lucky charm to get him through the day, especially on tough ones.

occasionally, he wears it during plays. not every time. he’s afraid he might break it, and he doesn’t have the heart to break the news to you and maybe ask you for a new one. but luckily, keiji is the perfect guy for keeping fragile things safe.

but he’s also the type of guy to do something in return for someone who he sees in a far different light. so when he comes face to face with the bracelet corner of an art supply store, he starts remembering what you like.

didn’t you mention you liked this shade of color before? he’s sure you did.

do you prefer see through beads or sturdy ones?

would you get annoyed if there were too much dangling from it?

keiji is the type of guy to only get things that are needed, but that didn’t apply when he found himself buying a bit too much for making a bracelet. for you. but it’s for you so whatever.

the following day was when he planned on giving the bracelets to you. plural because he made one too many. (he wasn’t sure which ones you would like so he researched different types of design patterns so that they all wouldn’t look undistinguishable)

“eh?”

“I wasn’t sure how to properly make one, so I made a couple just in case you wouldn’t like some of it.”

“you kidding?” he mentioned how he wasn’t used to making bracelets, but the patterns and effort put into making these ones were just so advanced.

“uh—I wanted to return the favor.” he flicked his wrist up, showing the friendship bracelet that you had made him a couple days ago, still perfectly intact. “say… making these is relaxing, could you teach me a couple patterns?”

“what?! no— how about you teach me how you did this!”

works for him either way.

BOKUTO KOTARO

he gets excited ofc, but he doesn’t really know what it means. but who cares right? his crush just gave him something, it doesn’t matter what it means! he’s just a simple-minded happy guy who gets happy at simple things!

when kotaro heard that you made the bracelet just for him, he’s over the moon. I mean— who else gets hand-made gifts from their crush? not a lot! he feels like he had just struck a gold pot with such a simple gift.

he wears it everywhere. during a game, practice, sleeping, showering, anything kotaro does on a daily basis—but there are people like akaashi or konoha who warns him that the bracelet is still breakable, especially for someone as chaotic as him, the nylon band wouldn’t hold for long if he kept smacking those volleyballs with such strength.

unsurprisingly, it happens during a match. just when kotaro had just hit a line shot, he feels like he’s on a roll. but when he landed back on the ground, the sound of the volleyball hitting the ground wasn’t the only thing heard, nor were the murmurs of the players on both sides.

tiny resin beads fell onto the wooden floor, then silence and dread soon followed kotaro.

the team had to clean the beads up to avoid injury, despite the ace wanting to pick them up and fix it right that instant— he can’t he has to finish the match

of course, this gets kotaro into a bitter taste, missing all his shots, his spikes were clunky, and his serves were ordinary, sometimes even missing.

they still won in the end, then kotaro could finally express his frustrations, not for his lack of play in the game but for the remaining pieces of the hard work you had put into giving him.

you eventually find out about this (through the immense begging of the team to have you confront a shameful kotaro since he himself feels too bad to actually tell you)

“I-I’m so sorry!” the ace acts in a way that felt like he had just done something to betray you (he didn’t but he feels really ashamed)

“kotaro it’s okay really, it—“

“but you worked so hard to make it! you know? like getting those annoying beads through the string and— and those… I really like the designs you did.” It didn’t take long before he started sobbing like a toddler who just had his favorite toy broken.

“really?” despite his playful sobs, you can’t help but chuckle and feel so warm that kotaro felt this way about something you made for him. “if that’s the case, why don’t we make some together? i’ll be sure to make them extra sturdy so they can withstand your amazing spikes!”

“really?!” he switched up so fast just by the thought of spending time with you.

HOSHIUMI KORAI

this guy… he has a lot of pride and unmeasurable ego. you really think he’d accept some silly little bracelets that someone made him that makes him look even more like a child?! of course not!

though in this case, you aren’t exactly just someone hehe. anyone who tried to put something silly on korai would be met with a pissed off expression and some degrading words— but when you fished him out of practice to show him some bracelets, he was confused.

“what are these?” korai knows what those are, he was more-so asking why are you giving it to him.

“friendship bracelets. I made them, aren’t they cute? I made these two for you, see?” he eyed the dangling set of beads that perfectly matched his colors: white, blue, black— one had his jersey number in the center while the other had his first name ‘korai’.

you made these for him? him specifically?

he loves it. but of course. his way of displaying it is just questionable.

“hah?! you really made these silly things for someone like me?!” (translation: i can’t believe you thought of me to the point of making me hand-made things, you’re so precious I don’t deserve you)

“yeah? don’t you like it?”

“well…” yes he does, it sort of pained him when he heard your question filled with sudden regret. “you know, if I receive, my wrists won’t be a stable surface for the ball if I wear that.” (translation: i love it, i’m scared if I might break it while receiving for spiking though, but I also want to wear it all the time so i’m kind of conflicted)

“oh… okay then.” korai flinched when you started to turn away with the bracelets in hand.

but before you could, his hand grabbed your wrists in a typical shojo manga fashion and dragged you closer to him (sorry I just finished rewatching kimi ni todoke)

“i’ll take both.”

when korai returned to practice, both his wrists were dangled with blue-white bracelets, displaying them as if they were hard-earned trophies (they are to him)

he doesn’t make it obvious but he flexes his new bands, to his teammates, classmates, opponents— even to the reporters and viewers. not you though. that’ll be a different story.

but he slips a bit when a reporter approaches him after a victory in the nationals.

“my receives weren’t even in their perfect shape, I bet other players can’t even pull off what I did with something like bracelets on—hah I bet they can’t even get a hand-made gift from someone special like I did—“

“korai-kun, you do know they could be watching right.” his teammate right then and there waved at the camera and called out your name with a “hi!” through the screen.

“h-hirugami— argh! forget it! i don’t want to continue!”

it wasn’t after that day when he received a message from you. “someone special?”

KOZUME KENMA

he was confused. what was he supposed to do with them?

“you wear them? duh.”

“yeah but…”

it was cute. the bracelet and the gesture. but wouldn’t it be too… attractive? wouldn’t other people question him on why he’s wearing something like that around his wrists?

“it’s okay if you don’t wear it, just keep it somewhere.”

only when you left did kenma slip the beady bracelet around his wrist. he shook his arm, ensuring it wouldn’t fall off easily and that it didn’t make much noise.

it felt normal. it wasn’t annoying nor did it get too suffocating, it was just right. it wouldn’t cause much distraction for him.

oh but it did though. just like how much you had occupied his thoughts, so did this bracelet you made for him. every time he was holding his controller, he would be reminded of you because he saw what was around his wrist, which causes him to lose focus on the game and eventually get defeated.

and when setting the ball, his hands are always in view, meaning he could see some of the see through beads glistening from the ceiling lights when he was about to toss the ball, leading him to be distracted and lose focus, completely missing the ball as it lands on his face and onto the floor.

“what’s up with you?”

“nothing, the lights were blinding.”

“maybe your eyes are damaged after playing those video games at night with max brightness.”

“kuroo i’m fine.”

“really?” the captain then points to his wrist, “that bracelet sure does look fine as well.”

before kuroo could get a hand on the beads, kenma snatched his hand away before heading to the bathroom.

he couldn’t ignore the grinning face of his friend as much as he couldn’t ignore the thought of you for as long as he wore this bracelet.

and so he doesn’t.

when you watch him play against some school for a tournament, expectedly, your hand-made gift wasn’t around his wrist.

you expected it, but somehow it felt a bit disappointing.

“what’s wrong?” it was already class, and as usual kenma noticed something wrong about your sudden gloominess.

“nothing.”

“hm.” was all he said before continuing spamming buttons on his switch, you really wanted to ask him.

did he not like it? maybe it was a bit too silly? too out of character for him? you thought that maybe it would hurt his ego (you’re pretty sure he doesn’t have one but more of “image”)

“hey…“ you stopped when you saw a glimpse— just a glimpse of something dangling around his wrist. it was hidden, really well-hidden through his sleeves.

“yeah?”

“oh, nothing.”

“you’ve been saying that a lot.”

“what? not like you don’t say it a lot too.”

“i don’t.”

“yeah? what’s that thing around your wrist?”

“nothing.”

rimi's notes ...

sorry if it feels ehh yk? haven't wrote for hq in like years (i think) i kinda miss it was also supposed to include noya suna and tsukishima but figured it was getting a bit too long eh next time ig (planned to also do this for other fandoms as well) ALSO IDK HOW TO MAKE A MASTERLIST (sidenote: korai is a cutie patootie he deserves more fics here) hearts / reblogs / follows are very much appreciated ★

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a/n … here r my two cents on judging these guys’ potential on either being fluffy or angsty (btw it’s paper rings & you’re losing me)

“I’d marry you with paper rings.”

he wouldn't think twice of marrying you, daydreaming about it in broad daylight and smiling out of nowhere just by the thought of it until someone points it out and he becomes a flustered mess. day and night would be filled with loving kisses, soft hugs, and vulnerable moments with one another. he wants your complications and he will accept them, he’ll learn how to live with them. living a life filled with the thought of you is a chance he will never let slip away.

akaashi, bachira, BOKUTO, caelus, chigiri, cyno, diluc, gaming, gepard, heizou, hoshiumi, ITADORI, itto, izuku, jing yuan, kaminari, kazuha, kirishima, kise, kuroo, LEV, luka, nanami (haha…), NISHINOYA, satoru, shoyo, THOMA, toge, VENTI, wriothesley…

“I wouldn’t marry me either.”

self-aware men who know that marrying you would only bring unnecessary pain to both you and him. he knows who he is, how he acts, and how he wants to continue with life—and he knows that, no matter how much he tries to think about it, he can’t have a normal life with you without causing you pain in more ways than one. and when he does, he knows he won’t be able to fix you once he breaks you.

aether, akashi, albedo, AVENTURINE, ayato, BLADE, childe, dainsleif, dan heng il, hawks, kaeya, katsuki, KAVEH, luocha, lyney, megumi, neuvillette, rin, sae, satoru, suguru, touya, wanderer, XIAO…

[riminiscensce]

ALBUM PARALLELS: 2017 (gorgeous) // 2019 (paper rings) // 2022-23 (you're losing me) // 2024

[riminiscensce]

THAWED | LYNEY X FEM!READER SERIES

THAWED (MASTERLIST) — the lyney childhood-enemies-to-frenemies-to-lovers-kinda series that no one asked for, ft. fluff, a whole lot of bickering, flirting, and everything in between

STATUS. short hiatus !!

OTHER INFO.

DISCLAIMER. will contain spoilers. this series will be as dark as genshin lore can be, and this won’t strictly follow genshin’s actual lore—i’ll be making up a lot of stuff for the sake of the fic so there will be inaccuracies, NOT CANON COMPLIANT!! there’s no previous director, the timeline of events will be vastly different. each chapter will have their own warnings as well, so keep an eye out for that!

NOTES. hello, everyone !!!!!!! welcome to my lyney series inspired by taylor’s reputation album. how it works is each chapter will be titled after each song off of the album as u can see below,,, hope u enjoy reading as excited i am for rep tv!! :D

tysm to naosaki and kruinka for helping me brainstorm w this fic (and also helping me when i was visibly all over the place because of this series) also kruin u owe me something remember that &lt;3

CHAPTERS.

i — are you ready for it?

The House of the Hearth was perfect. This was where you thrived—where no one else could take this feeling away. But then Lynette became a part of the ‘family’, and with it, she dragged along Lyney.

ii — i don’t wanna hurt you (i just wanna be)

You look more like a soldier than an orphan, Lyney thinks. It’s beautiful in all the wrong ways.

iii — you gotta leave before you get left

Desperately, Lyney melts them away, but your footsteps have already gone out of earshot. It’s an answer in itself: Don’t bother. Take the hint, Lyney; you already messed it up.

iv — for you i would fall from grace

“What now? What do you want me to do? Strut back into their lives and demand all their Fatui secrets as if I never left?”

Aether nestles into his seat. “Prove to me that I can trust them just as much as you do. Who knows, you might get something out of this, too.”

v — you must like me for me

Lyney laughs. It sounds like music that has haunted you for years—and with a new one playing, it’ll torment you for years more. He loosens his grip but keeps you caged in, still. You’re twirled around to face him, and something about his expression has you swallowing thickly.

“You’re even more stunning than I remember, ma chérie.”

vi — look what you made me do

You frown at him, your face upside down in his view. “That was unfair.”

“I have to be if I want to beat you.”

vii — all eyes on you, my magician

He doesn’t take his eyes off you, even once when his fingers reached out to fish out a champagne flute. Lyney still has that stupid smile on his face, the rim of his glass against his lips. You’re hit with the startling realization that you want to kiss him.

Fuck, what?

more chapter previews soon...!

FANART !!!!!!

our favorite akagi0021 has been blessing me with THAWED fanart (!!!) and i decided that i need to compile all of them for me and to make YOU see the art as well... BECAUSE THEY'RE ALL SO GOOD (with permission of course)

reader's new outfit reveal | chapter one

aether and paimon confronting reader | chapter four

bonus fanart of lyney and reader after training :(( so cute

lyney seeing reader!!!!!! aahhh his eyes | chapter five

lyney as a kid and then lyney now (grown up) THIS ONE IS INSANE. little lyney is so adorable but then look at the lyney now… 😵😵

LOOK AT THIS ONE!! scene of lyney saying “she’s hiding something” except akagi made him unnecessarily sexy wtf | chapter six

drunk reader driving lyney crazy... (i went crazy) | chapter seven

++ ADDITIONAL!!!

and look at this so so so adorable collection of doodles of chapter six by sunny @emanami !!! her artstyle is to live for its SO cute (look at the siblings!!!)

++ LOOK AT AKAGI'S VERSION OF MC! shes so lovely

design headcanons (theyre all so precious)

akagi's reader as a genshin char !!

reader's outfit for chapter seven SO PRETTY

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[riminiscensce]

MISS THE COMMUNICATION ִ ࣪𖤐

CHARACTERS … albedo , gaming , lyney , xiao , wanderer

SYNOPSIS … what’s it like to stop talking to them?

NOTES … “miss the communication” as in miscommunication and like, you miss the communication because you guys don’t talk anymore, haha get it?

CONTENTS … sfw , angst , gender neutral reader

Word Count … 1129

ALBEDO …

There doesn’t seem to be anything more painful than walking past someone whom you cherished, then pretending as if there was nothing between you two.

That is the perfect case of losing touch with someone like Albedo.

From those shared moments up in the cold evenings of Dragonspine, sharing a bonfire and exchanging in mindless chatter, to standing in the same echoing hallway in the Favonius headquarters with no words exchanged.

From get-togethers with friends, to now only sitting across each other in your own separate worlds.

Times like arriving in a gathering together hand-in-hand, now one can only attend if the other will not.

The way he always used his spare time to climb down the mountain to exchange seemingly idle chatter with you, this time he spends them alone in silence.

You were so used to seeing what he was like from his side. It was only on late nights on your own that you realize that this must be what Albedo looks like from the outside.

When you heard that he started to submit to an unhealthy lifestyle, you knew you could do nothing, knowing full well that your opinion and presence wouldn’t get far being only acquainted with the alchemist.

GAMING …

It’s hard not having a close relationship with Gaming.

But if it was the case, it would definitely be something family-related. Perhaps his family doesn’t simply like the thought of you mingling with him, even after having run away from his home.

Despite the distance between Gaming and the influence of his family, you were still open to their harsh opinions of your relationship with him. Belittling you and all.

You felt nothing by their nonsense, though Gaming had a different perspective of it.

He didn’t want to put you up against his family like that, he knows how unsupportive they can get, how hurtful they can achieve. He has seen that first-hand.

He doesn’t want the same thing done to you.

He simply doesn’t trust your words when you assured him that it doesn’t bother you.

That’s how you only see him as the Gold-Standard guard. You don’t see him as the friend you’ve met in the tea fields.

You can’t see him as Gaming who always made sure you arrived safely back to your house after taking you out for some Dim Sum.

You just can’t see him as the boy who promised would venture out to see the world with you.

You can’t. Simply because you weren’t allowed to. But that’s just how things have to be.

LYNEY …

It was always a wonder seeing Lyney’s magic first-hand.

You saw how he made things appear and disappear, how he manifested an object out of thin air, or how he came from one place to another in the blink of an eye.

You could never miss it. You were always seated in front of his shows, a seat only reserved for you. Something he personally made sure you were comfortable on, a seat that Lyney knows you can see him and he can see you.

But as the media continues to leech off him, along with the beam of bright light on him that made the others adore Lyney, you eventually faded into no one.

You find yourself being replaced as he continues to hold the gaze of everyone all at the same time.

And eventually, you had come to realize that Lyney would choose hundreds of indifferent gawps than one he knew had been longing for him from the very start.

Sooner or later, that special seat in the opera house found its meaning to be lost as you blend in with the crowd as Lyney shines.

That particular seat is now occupied by someone whom you hold no knowledge of while you sat silently in one of the corner rows.

Either way, it served its purpose. It was still a seat. But it was one where he can’t see you, one that you cannot seem to properly view his face. One that holds no further meaning.

XIAO …

It was hard communicating with humans, especially for someone such as Xiao. So it was never really a surprise that he began to distance himself from you.

His reasons were upright and straightforward. And maybe also selfish.

Xiao doesn’t like the idea of being hurt, despite how it has become part of his daily life.

Although he wonders, would it be as painful if he stayed a portion of his life watching you drain yours?

Or perhaps this path he chose was the one that would cause the most hurt.

Maybe not only to him, but also to you.

He knows by hearing you endlessly call out his name, watching you look for him in every nook and corners of Liyue.

He must’ve hated himself if he continues to torment himself by watching you be so hurt. Nonetheless by something he initiated.

Xiao was too afraid.

He can only treat you as he would a normal citizen, only longing for you from afar, knowing that what he decided on was the option that inflicted the most aching feeling.

WANDERER …

He had been reborn as a new mind, on days spent sitting alone within the heart of the forest, the Wanderer always felt a sense of ease that his wrong-doings by his past self no longer haunts anyone in the present (sort of).

Don’t get him wrong— he absolutely understands his way of thinking back then, but it would be such a bumber to be constantly tailed by some big-shot organization everyday.

That was one of the many things he felt relieved to have lost.

But there were also a countable few that he can recall that hold a deep meaning to him to the point of missing it.

It always revives itself whenever he sees you walk past him in the streets of Sumeru.

He knows you, someone who showed him genuine kindness when he was looking around the city before being built into a machine of destruction.

He recalls the memory to be short and brief, passing. And it was. But as he remembers the exchange of words between you two, he can’t help himself but understand why he would long for you again.

You were alive in his head, he wasn’t in yours.

The Wanderer feels free from the shackles of what was once himself. But Scaramouche felt that aching regret for having lost you.

Even thinking so far as to what would’ve happened if he kept his wrongdoings just to keep you.

He feels as if he is undeserving of you in his new life, feeling himself worried to talk to you as if you would be hurt by how he gave up on your promising start that easily.

As if you would remember him.

rimi’s note …

tbf i kind of maybe forgot how to write scara

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[riminiscensce]

HEY STEPHEN ִ ࣪𖤐 venti

SYNOPSIS … “I’m waiting alone now, so come on and come out and pull me near, and shine, shine, shine. hey stephen, I could give you fifty reasons why I should be the one you choose. all those other girls, well they’re beautiful, but would they write a song for you?”

NOTES … this is such a failed attempt at old school romance idk, intended to make this a bit angsty but I felt like “nah”, made this a bit short too

CONTENTS … fluff/sfw , gender neutral reader

Word Count … 1028

Genshin Impact (Taylor’s Version) Masterlist

Venti stays true to himself whenever looking over his people. He knows how to see the best in everybody, though he also knows that there are rare occasions when he sees wrong.

He has had his fair share of misjudgments, had misconceived others— usually when something seems far too good. Though in some cases, it doesn’t bother him much.

When he mistakes something for being beautiful, that is when it would usually hurt.

Sometimes it leads to betrayals, tears, and reflecting on his trust towards others.

He knows things can be deceiving, but the thought of you felt so genuine to him.

So real and unpretending.

Venti knows he saw something within you. A light that never dared to hide behind even a single patch of darkness.

It was beautiful.

And when he had the chance to talk to you, the bard of Mondstadt, known to never run out of words and tales to muse, found himself failing to say half the things he wanted to say.

It got Venti’s notice that he wasn’t the only one within the city who'd seen your genuinity.

He saw how others would talk to you, help you, and just be with you.

Venti knows he can offer a new feeling if it were him that was beside you.

He’s the bard! Much more— the God of Freedom (not that you know)!

He can take you to new heights than anyone can.

Beating around the bush isn’t usually Venti’s style, so he already accepted he had some sort of infatuation towards you. Sweet, innocent you.

Something untouched by Teyvat’s story.

Someone that he feels is untouchable.

Not even by him.

But he’d be lying if he said he doesn’t want to get caught up by you.

As months passed, he continued to ponder about your existence.

“Venti?”

The way you say his name perfectly matches the way he strums his lyre. It was a wonderful tune.

Turning towards you, the wind shifts as Venti notices his surroundings grow dimmer.

Leaving only a ray of light that shined down on you only.

“Hey there, what brings you all the way out here?” He watches as you gracefully sit down on the patch of grass beside him, careful as to not disturb much of the surrounding. He notices how you do that so well.

“To watch crystalflies.”

“Really?” That’s all? Archons, may your innocence be like this forever and always.

“Mhm, I’ve only heard stories on how they light up every path they fly through. I wanted to see for myself.”

“You seem very dedicated, so far as to leave the city in the middle of the night… Do you really want to see them that bad?” Venti muses, the idea of it feels so natural to him.

“I guess you could say that,” You hummed, “I just never seen anything shine the way that crystalflies do in tales. Except for the sun, but you can’t even look at it without ruining your eyes.”

Venti chuckles at your white thoughts. He simply adores your sense of wonder even at your age. Not a lot of adults grow up with maintaining their pure thoughts.

He only hopes, to any being listening to his pleas, that you remain unchanged.

Because he knows he would also stay the same for you.

Right now, he wants to help you remain the same. That was when you felt the breeze shifting against you, pairing with the seemingly mindless tunes of Venti’s string instrument.

Within the same moment, you see small specks of teal light floating through the dark.

“Crystalflies only drift towards those that holds cleanhanded and honest emotions.”

Venti watches in comforting silence as the crystalflies shine, shining alongside you.

Despite the quantity of the creatures, they don’t seem to outshine you.

You still stand out as ever.

“You shine brighter than ever.” The bard hums, retreating his gaze down his lyre the moment you turned yours towards him, thinking he was mentioning the crystalflies.

“They do.”

“I meant you.”

“…”

“I’m not quite sure how you do it, but that light you have seems far too good and different from anything I’ve seen.”

At that peaceful moment, the bard who lost his capability of expressing words about you, starts musing his feelings toward his audience, you.

So he goes on..

“I see everyone in the city as similar souls, yet you seperate yourself from theirs, as if you were meant to be your own wonder.”

And on…

“I’ve seen it all. Different kinds of people, how they act, how they shine separately… but somehow even beings such as crystalflies seem to be bothered by how you outshine them.”

And on…

“You seem to act as if you were unpretending, but as I get to see you stand out on your own, the more I came to realize how none of it was an act. But rather, it was sincerity that was touchable for no one.”

And on…

“People change, they always do and I’ve already grown to accept that phenomenon. Though when it comes to you, I can only hope you stay the same.”

Until he realized how much he had said aloud.

But it seemed as if it wasn’t enough.

You stared agape at him, the presence of the flying glows fades into your inattention.

“A simple “I like you”, would have sufficed.”

That was when Venti grinned and chortled.

“I can’t help myself knowing how much you hear that phrase from a lot of people…”

The wind picks up yet again.

“I simply don’t think those three words are enough for me.”

And with it, the tranquil sounds of nature and Venti’s instrument harmonize together.

“I want my words to stand out the same way you do to me.” He continues, “No matter how many beautiful souls tell you that they like you…”

He winks, “Would have they said it the way I did? Hehe…”

You giggle at his behavior, not so different from his usual self, although there was some indifference with the way he expressed himself tonight.

And you know deep down, that no one would have expressed it the same way Venti did.

rimi's notes …

I intended to make this a “happy crush” kind of situation where Venti thinks that he shouldn’t mingle with you because he’s a God and you’re not, so he just settles to watch you shine from afar to lessen the hurt he knows will come with change. Anyways, Happy Valentines’ Day!!!

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Stay Beautiful by Kaedehara Kazuha (previously) ִ ࣪𖤐 I Can See You by Wriothesley (coming soon)

[riminiscensce]

“I know Man Chai… I miss her too.”

A wistful smile finds its way to Gaming’s face, staring down at his little friend while smoothing over its fur.

The sounds of the fireworks erupting into the night sky grew deaf to his ears, only focusing on the presence of nothingness beside him.

Nothing.

No one.

He had always looked forward to the yearly lantern rite. He gets to perform his dance, receive praises from locals and foreigners alike.

Lantern rite has always been known as a festival of reunion, something that he has seen happened to other people.

Life-long friends, finally meeting once more.

New ones made on this occasion even.

Which always made him wonder, when will he finally get that reunion he had been truly longing for?

When will lantern rite finally feel like… lantern rite?

Every passing moment, he turns to his side, foolish enough to expect your presence to grace him.

He always finds those expectations shattering ever-so cruelly whenever he was met with nothing yet again.

Were you watching the fireworks from afar?

Can you even see them?

Gaming had always dreamed of watching the vibrant fireworks and glittering lanterns with you.

He doesn’t know how it’ll happen.

He just knows that when it does, lantern rite would be complete.

Perfect.

But for now he was left to sit solemnly from a distance as you were left to chase your own ambitions somewhere far from him.

He sits, and wait in the biting cold of the evening breeze.

Admiring as the fireworks go off in a wave of heartfelt emotions.

Looking up at the hundreds of glistening lanterns illuminate the night sky with its warm hues.

He wonders if he will get to experience something just as warm someday.

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[riminiscensce]

NOO WHY DOES HE LOOK SADDD

COMEHERE

[riminiscensce]

gaming x reader 🪽 sfw, fluff, bittersweet (?)

a/n … i like him. but i don’t know much about him so— also idfk what tag to use for this guy , written before 4.4

high school student! gaming who always pesters your seat mate to switch seats with him just so he can sit through the lecture beside you.

high school student! gaming who gets scolded every time for switching said seats, always using the “i can’t see the board” excuse, or the “it was cold/hot”, whenever he does.

high school student! gaming who loves it whenever you watch him play basketball, always feeling so proud of himself whenever you awed at his amazing jumping skills.

high school student! gaming who always makes eye contact with you even in a crowded space.

high school student! gaming who hides how much he likes it when other people mistake you two as a couple.

high school student! gaming who gets flustered whenever he gets teased by his friends because of how much he talks about you.

high school student! gaming who gets even more flustered when you overhear him calling you as “his favorite” when talking about you.

high school student! gaming who scolds himself when he used the “as a friend!” excuse because he panicked.

high school student! gaming who starts hating himself after hearing your saddened “oh,”.

high school student! gaming who starts to feel out of it when you two don’t speak the same way you usually would.

high school student! gaming who starts to feel like he’s slowly drifting away from you, or maybe you’re the one who’s growing apart from him.

high school student! gaming who doesn’t know how to fix this situation with you properly.

high school student! gaming who gets asked by your seat mate why he isn’t pestering them about switching seats anymore.

high school student! gaming who screams against his pillow every time he comes home from another day of not being able to be close to you.

high school student! gaming who can’t help himself grow out of this (painful) crush.

high school student! gaming who just wants to nap through the whole class beside you again.

a/n … i alr thought about it through, and there’s no way gaming doesn’t play basketball (do u see how that guy jumps during his e) *leaks noises*

[riminiscensce]

I played cards with al-haitham

he was ruthless, but my yaoyao card lived

[riminiscensce]

STAY BEAUTIFUL ִ ࣪𖤐 kazuha

SYNOPSIS … “you’re beautiful, every little piece love. and don’t you know? you’re really gonna be someone. and when you find everything you looked for, I hope your life will lead you back to my door.”

NOTES … stay beautiful is such a cute and innocent crush song— I really enjoyed overanalyzing it and making it so bittersweet 🙌

CONTENTS … fluff/sfw , angst/bittersweet , gender neutral reader , takes place before and during inazuma archon quest

Word count … 1711

Genshin Impact (Taylor’s Version) Masterlist

When meeting him for the first time, there was always one thing that stood out about him that you just can't seem to divert your attention from; his eyes.

Kazuha's eyes were filled with life, like a jungle— though instead of being a dangerous wonderland, his was more of a heavenly forest.

You begin to wonder how eyes so red and lively get to even exist. Eyes filled with so much bursting emotion and depth that it scares you how tempting it is to get lost within it.

Though in some sense, you are willing to get lost within his soft, scarlet gaze. Would it be worth the trouble? The temptation fills you to the brim of your entirety that you can't help but let out something you wished you would've thought twice about saying aloud.

"You're beautiful, d'you know that?"

Expectedly, he seems to be startled by your words that seemed to come out of nowhere.

The growing silence within the soft and grassy field of Narukami island grew louder and louder, giving you time to process what you had just said.

But for some reason, you don't find yourself dismayed at your sudden and abrupt (and half-baked) confession.

More so, you were wondering why you would say that now. You've known him for years, and you've long since admitted to yourself that he is beautiful. Perhaps even beauty incarnate itself.

So why say it aloud just now?

Instead of the growing silence that was meant to stay, Kazuha breaks you out of it with his melodic laugh.

"Really?"

Really.

If only he saw the way girls always trail their gaze to wherever he goes— to whatever he does.

If only he knows how they watch him find his way around the city, doing things that seem so effortlessly beautiful in everyone's eyes.

If only he knows how everyone's eyes are always directed at him.

It worries you by an amount of how unaware he is with the beauty he holds.

If only he knows how beautiful he is to you. Well, he kind of does now.

"I feel flattered by being seen as beautiful in your eyes." Oh, beyond beautiful. Not just you, possibly every living soul in the city if Inazuma knows how beautiful Kazuha is.

Would he also feel flustered knowing that hundreds of people's eyes find him beautiful too?

Or would he just feel flustered about your eyes on him?

"Although, I don't think being beautiful gets you so far in life." A melancholic expression finds its way up to his face, fitting in well with the warmth that the setting sun provides.

You've known him well enough to know that he wants to get far in life. So far into this world he lives in. Even beyond that.

He wants to get far in life, even reaching heaven's heed.

And he has already done that, with proof being the luminescent glow of the dangling Anemo vision that hangs behind his shoulder.

An existing proof that he has reached the heavens already.

What more would he want?

Maybe something more that extends beyond your understanding. He had always been so difficult to comprehend.

Maybe he would want more after the future occurs.

But now, it wasn't that.

"Maybe." He hums acknowledgingly at your response, "Even so, I'm certain you're going to reach far things. Something maybe even beyond what you have already accomplished."

Kazuha shows a short moment of astonishment, but soon masking it with a confused smile. "What makes you say something like that?"

"I don't know, but maybe you will, in the future. You'll be someone so great." You went on, not daring to look at how he's staring at you. "You're a wanderer, you'll always be out to discover everything there is in life, and you will find the ones that you've always been looking for— or will look for."

Silence, yet again.

"And when you do, I'd be more than happy to welcome you back."

When? Kazuha would have thought "and if you do", to suit more perfectly.

Or maybe he doesn't. Maybe you genuinely believe that he will, one day, be able to find something that he would be looking for.

He expresses his feelings through a vulnerable smile, completely assured after knowing that you will be there to accept him when he returns.

And you meant it. You deeply hope that his fate will lead him back to your door.

But if it doesn't, you just hope he will stay as he is; beautiful.

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Every passing moment you spare to gaze at Kazuha leaves you awfully breathless that you begin to wonder if you have health issues.

But you start to accept that it was just him. Nothing else.

Even during times when the God of Eternity strikes down thunderstorms and bright lightning upon the land of Inazuma, you always picture his image in your mind.

You always want to remember every little thing he does. You never want to forget about it.

Moments when he would always drop his guard around you, nonchalantly muttering words that you don't seem to understand, right through your window.

He speaks in a manner in which nobody knows. When Kazuha wonders, nature responds. Something so obnoxiously amazing of him.

With every swing of his sword, gusts of wind bursts around him, appearing right at his command. No, he doesn't command the wind— he works with it.

And with every dangerous act he performs, you know it was solely for the protection of the people.

For the protection of you.

And whenever he does, you stifle in wonderment. He just keeps on amazing you over and over again. You don't know how he keeps on doing so.

Doesn't he get tired of it? Being so astonishing with every possible action.

On comfortless moments during your days, the simple thought of a memory with him in it would be enough to get you through the dark mist that clouds your thinking.

And it was always hard to keep up with how Kazuha speaks. It becomes increasingly more difficult when he keeps taking your breath away.

But right now, facing him in the dead of night, tired and lost eyes looking into yours, you find yourself knowing exactly what to say to him.

It had been days ever since Kazuha went against the Raiden Shogun's will. Defying her ceremony and interluding with the confiscation of visions— his friend's vision.

Now you both sit coldly on the floor of your home, holding his bandaged arm almost too delicately, the once burning vision, now lifeless and hollow, was found in cloth wraps beside him.

Those eyes of his, that always leave you lost in like an endless jungle, find themselves to be lost.

You only found him waiting at your door— despite it not being the way you wanted him to end up there.

Instead of ending up at your door brimming with the feeling of him, you find him at your door tired and bruised. Seemingly having lost himself.

But you know why he chose to come here.

"You have to leave, don't you?"

Another batch of silence insinuates. And it was the response you were looking for, and the one you expected.

"Then go. You need to go look for something that reaches beyond this place. And I don't have an inkling drop of doubt that you will find it."

You always knew things would soon come to this. That Kazuha would end up leaving the nation to explore the outside world. He is a wanderer after all.

Maybe you felt selfish in some sense that you thought you would forever bask in the warmth of his presence.

Perhaps you thought that you had a chance to fight against fate. For yours and his.

Now you find it useless and merely accept how things are headed.

His fate was to spread his warmth outside of your little nation, it was never to keep himself only for the sake of you.

He is supposed to keen his gaze and build a strong bond with life all around the world.

And your fate was never to have his beauty for you to solely drown in.

It's something deeper than that. And you accept it.

You accept yours, as much as you accept his.

The remaining moments of yours and Kazuha's shared time together was underneath the moonlight, the coldness of the evening air was left forgotten with his presence around you.

He needs to go now. The scent of danger exceedingly became apparent as he stayed put there.

When his departure was supposed to happen, he looked back at you. Looking for your assurance.

"I hope you find everything you're looking for." You smile, hurting as you experience the remaining time of what you have left to take in his entirety. "When you do, perhaps your life will lead you back here." To me.

You felt a sense of your own assurance with the notice of Kazuha's lost eyes to have found something. Something to cling onto as he leaves.

And with the remaining moment to spare, you both repose in each other's comfort. His trembling arms wrapping around you, the same way your weary ones were wrapped around him.

And your last few words to him were kept brief and hanging in the air: "Please stay as you are."

And with that, you feel every warmth that his existence provided, slowly dispersing.

Growing more and more distant the quicker he reaches the port.

Even when the both of you were never meant to stay with each other, you were still hoping to stumble on his path one day.

And even if you weren't meant for one another, he deserved to know how beautiful he is. And how you wish he would stay that way wherever the wind may lead him.

You'll be looking forward to when he finds his back to your door after he finds what he is seeking for. A reunion you're already longing for at the first few seconds of his departure.

A reunion you were willing to wait for. For him to come back to you.

But even if he doesn't, It's fine.

You only hope he stays just the way he is. Someone beautiful.

rimi's notes …

this felt actually really nice to write, kazuha really did feel like he was made off of this song. i originally would’ve put him for speak now (long live, timeless, or mine) but tbh he fit’s most of the ts songs. And rereading this made me realize i coulda put him in evermore with it’s time to go as his song. but that spot is for zhongli now hhh

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Genshin Impact (Taylor’s Version) ִ ࣪𖤐 Hey Stephen by Venti