#moon’s writings 🔖

[cypressmoons]

wriothesley is observant.

some may attribute his attentiveness to the nature of his job, having to keep an eye on the antics of the prisoners to maintain the fortress’ order.

but if you ask him, he’ll only dismiss it as a habit, a necessity, something he barely thinks about but always finds himself doing anyway. whether it’s remembering the name of a prisoner’s daughter, or avoiding that one squeaky floorboard in the hallway outside the infirmary, he pays no mind to the how behind his knowledge, but rather the consequences of them.

perhaps it really is a habit from his job. but what he doesn’t acknowledge is that he only pays attention when he cares. he had personally escorted the prisoner in question to the fortress, his daughter too young to understand why her father is going away for a long time. despite the complete lack of sympathy towards the prisoner - he did that to himself, really, wriothesley feels a duty to ensure the small child still holds a fond image of her father, being escorted away by two nicely dressed men rather than by a horde of mechanical gardes. he cares for the child, her name a reminder to uphold the law and justice he swore his life to.

he remembers the creaky floorboard not to avoid the unpleasant sound, but rather because sigewinne once mentioned that the high pitched squeal of metal scratching against metal was especially harsh on her ears. he can’t say to the other people entering and leaving the infirmary, but for as long as the maintenance request paper remains buried under the mountain of other things needing fixing, he will make sure to avoid stepping on it, even if he is only one of a hundred people passing the infirmary that day.

and to you, oh how he cares for you.

he remembers the exact shade of your eyes when you met him by the fountain of luciene, specks of gold highlighting your pupils in the bright sunlight. he remembers the scent of your hair when he pulls you into an embrace for the first time, not quite flowery but so sweet that he can smell it in his dreams. he remembers the ring you wore on your left index finger when he held your hand, a thin silver band with a small moon-shaped crystal, gleaming under the sunlight that once illuminated every colour in your eyes.

you prefer the petits pains au chocolat over the mille feuilles because you love the slight bitterness of the dark chocolate on your tongue. your favourite beverage from café lucèrne is a latte with extra foam, and more than once he has kissed away the bubbles that cling to your lips after that first delightful sip. you dislike foods of different flavours touching each other in your plate, absolutely despise touching door handles and elevator buttons, and are especially fond of the colour sarcoline.

he savours the taste of your lips, between his own and tasting like honey; the feel of your hair sliding through his fingertips, silky and soft like the clearest spring water. he memorizes the shape of your skin against his palms, every little breath and hum, the contour of your body fitting so perfectly with his own.

he pays no extra attention to the whys, but somehow always ends up knowing exactly what you want without ever having to ask you. when he finally returns to the surface after days spent underwater, he always makes sure to grab some freshly baked pains au chocolat from the bakery, the butter seeping through and leaving oil blots on the brown paper bags. the new ribbon he buys for your hair is a soft ivory yellow, almost colour matched from the walls of your home and the fabric of your favourite dress.

and when he sees your smile that can brighten the entire underwater fortress and chase away the storm clouds, he knows he would spend a thousand lifetimes by your side until he memorizes each and every part of you.

© cypressmoons 2023, do not copy, steal, repost, or translate.

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[accio-victuuri]

an analysis : Xiao Zhan + The Moon & Sixpence 🌖

as usual with xzs videos like the one just released, you can make an entire thesis into the possible meanings of every chapter and frame. add it’s relation to xz and if you’re a pro, go deep into the techniques they used in shooting and editing. this one tho is centered around the theme of “the moon and sixpence” which is a book xz recommended before. I saw a few articles linking this to the elements on the vlog and so i looked into it.

i have lightly talked about some elements from the vlog yesterday but focused more on the quotes that appeared and the music chosen.

it’s been years since he mentioned this book and he didn’t even say that it’s his all-time-favorite. for example, the van gogh elements, we expect that already to be a recurring theme. as well as the moon, but this one has another connection to it. i am honestly curious where his headspace is at, and why, in this specific point in time he felt so close to the message of that book or some parts of it.

let me start with a synopsis and the book is available on googlebooks if you wanna try it out like i did. 🔖

with the plot alone, you can get a sense of why he would like it. at the time he read it, he was not yet the superstar xiao zhan that we know now. and this is why i guess he related to it more now. especially the sacrifices he has to make for the path he has chosen. this was evident in his GQ cover story interview where he compares himself to his other friends and how they have normal lives. the books is written in the first person POV of narrator who is looking into the stockbroker turned artist Charles Strickland. you get to see the thoughts of the narrator and how he views the main character of his story. the way i see it, the narrator is “Xiao Zhan the person” and how he sees “Xiao Zhan the public personality”. this concept of two sides to him was opened up in his esquire cover story and i can’t help but think it relates to this story.

i will be heavily quoting passages from the book that attracted me and i personally thought relates to xz. this is my personal interpretation only.

The greatness of Charles Strickland was authentic. It may be that you do not like his art, but at all events you can hardly refuse it the tribute of your interest. He disturbs and arrests.

the story starts of with this line and well isn’t this one way to describe xiao zhan? he has always been described as authentic and the “real deal” as far as idols and actors go. not many people are expected to like him or be part of his fan club and chase him — however, one thing is clear: he disturbs and arrests. his popularity is something that is unheard of and many artist and companies try to replicate. he is a disturbance to the norm in c-ent and why he is a constant target. it’s his biggest asset and liability. something like MFW and stepping out of his home is also expected to attract all kinds of attention. He is aware of that.

“His faults are accepted as the necessary complement to his merits. It is still possible to discuss his place in art, and the adulation of his admirers is perhaps no less capricious than the disparagement of his detractors; but one thing can never be doubtful, and that is that he had genius. To my mind the most interesting thing in art is the personality of the artist; and if that is singular, I am willing to excuse a thousand faults.”

this is in the POV of the narrator, describing the artist he is writing a book about, Charles Strickland. the message of this quote is similar to the one i mentioned above. xz is not perfect and people, specifically his fans should accept that. it’s what makes him more real. through his wins and losses, he is still xiao zhan.

“It is a salutary discipline to consider the vast number of books that are written, the fair hopes with which their authors see them published, and the fate which awaits them. What chance is there that any book will make its way among that multitude? And the successful books are but the successes of a season. Heaven knows what pains the author has been at, what bitter experiences he has endured and what heartache suffered, to give some chance reader a few hours’ relaxation or to while away the tedium of a journey. And if I may judge from the reviews, many of these books are well and carefully written; much thought has gone to their composition; to some even has been given the anxious labour of a lifetime. The moral I draw is that the writer should seek his reward in the pleasure of his work and in release from the burden of his thoughts; and, indifferent to aught else, care nothing for praise or censure, failure or success.”

this next passage makes me think of the projects he has done and what it must feel like for him. there are a lot of dramas/movies that come out every year and what we repeatedly hear from xz is that he only wishes to bring good works. something people will enjoy and appreciate— never mind the popularity that comes with it. he just finished filming a big project LOCH which i can only imagine is so stressful to him. and now is working on another historical drama.

he is someone who immerses himself in the character and once it’s done, it must be a huge weight off his shoulder. like what is said — seek reward in the pleasure of work and in release from the burden of his thoughts.

“Then, what in God’s name have you left her for?’

‘I want to paint.’

I looked at him for quite a long time. I did not understand. I thought he was mad. It must be remembered that I was very young, and I looked upon him as a middle-aged man. I forgot everything but my own amazement.

‘But you’re forty.’

‘That’s what made me think it was high time to begin.’

i think this one is pretty self explanatory, how he started in the entertainment circle a little bit later in his life. compared to his peers. but the answer was simple to him as it was with Strickland, in his case, “i want to sing.”

‘I tell you I’ve got to paint. I can’t help myself. When a man falls into the water it doesn’t matter how he swims, well or badly: he’s got to get out or else he’ll drown.”

this message seems similar to the one quoted on the vlog about about the rivers and small streams. in this one, it emphasizes how one should not be afraid to take the small step of “swimming badly” in hopes that someday they will wade the waters more efficiently.

“But here was a man who sincerely did not mind what people thought of him, and so convention had no hold on him; he was like a wrestler whose body is oiled; you could not get a grip on him”

If there was something in this book the describes XZ so perfectly — it is this one. I think he is not devoid of over thinking about what people say or being a people pleaser. but in recent times, i am seeing a change in him and how he is more calm. a freedom in the way he speaks, the truths he is no longer holding back. he is not afraid to be different anymore.

which led to that GUCCI outfit. LOL! 🤣🤣🤣

‘Look here, if everyone acted like you, the world couldn’t go on.’

‘That’s a damned silly thing to say. Everyone doesn’t want to act like me. The great majority are perfectly content to do the ordinary thing.”

so true. a great majority wouldn’t and couldn’t do what he does. just looking at the chapters in the vlog, from going to a distant place and dealing with the MGW chaos. after that, being only afforded a small time to decompress and sit. to enjoy the sunset. that’s what his life is.

“I don’t pretend to be a great painter’, he said. ‘I’m not a Michael Angelo, no, but I have something. I sell. I bring romance into the homes of all sorts of people. Do you know, they buy my pictures not only in Holland, but in Norway and Sweden and Denmark? It’s mostly merchants who buy them, and rich tradesmen. You can’t imagine what the winters are like in those countries, so long and dark and cold. They like to think that Italy is like my pictures. That’s what they expect. That’s what I expected Italy to be before I came here.”

i would guess this is how he sees his work. he never claimed to be the best, you can see that with how he always mentions wanting to be better. he wants to give the people a positive view of life. which i can clearly see from the vlogs even, makes you wanna go where he visited.

“A man’s work reveals him. In social intercourse he gives you the surface that he wishes the world to accept, and you can only gain a true knowledge of him by inferences from little actions, of which he is unconscious, and from fleeting expressions, which cross his face unknown to him. Sometimes people carry to such perfection the mask they have assumed that in due course they actually become the person they seem.”

another one that i think describes xz. his little actions that we see reveal his true self —- the gentle, funny and dorky xiao zhan which is a contrast to the character he sometimes has to portray. it’s when we talk about his duality, the way he was posing and “game face on” for GUCCI but when he did the interview you can see the dorky xiao zhan 😂

there are times that xiao zhan merges some of the qualities of his celebrity side and i think it’s perfectly person. it is a huge part of his life, and the way i see it, his experiences only make him a better person.

“I have an idea that some men are born out of their due place. Accident has cast them amid certain surroundings, but they have always a nostalgia for a home they know not. They are strangers in their birthplace, and the leafy lanes they have known from childhood or the populous streets in which they have played, remain but a place of passage.

They may spend their whole lives aliens among their kindred and remain aloof among the only scenes they have ever known.

Perhaps it is this sense of strangeness that sends men far and wide in the search for something permanent, to which they may attach themselves. Perhaps some deep-rooted atavism urges the wanderer back to lands which his ancestors left in the dim beginnings of history.

Sometimes a man hits upon a place to which he mysteriously feels that he belongs.

Here is the home he sought, and he will settle amid scenes that he has never seen before, among men he has never known, as though they were familiar to him from his birth.

Here at last he finds rest.”

read that again. it’s a lovely way to put into words what i imagine is something that not only xz goes through. we know what kind of environment and country he lives in, i’m not trying to get political but you get the point. being a celebrity or public personality like him is vastly different from how it is with the rest of the world. i have always admired how he handles it all with grace, how he he willingly accepts the responsibility and burden of being who he is. and that’s why i was also surprised by his answer when asked about a parallel world and he answers about a superpower where he can make it possible to have no disputes in the world. being in that place, with lots of people around, from different parts of the world probably made him think more about this topic. aside from eating pizza and being his usual beautiful self, he was thinking about some serious issues too.

chapter 1 was about going to a distant place but not really, there was something in that place and experience that feels like a home he longs for.

alternate explanation, this can also mean him living his life as a graphic designer, and then spreading his wings into a different industry — being the place he has sought. but considering the time this was released and where he is now at life, i’m thinking it’s more of the former.

so busy yearning for the moon that he never saw the sixpence at his feet. 🪙

this imagery at the end of the vlog + the coin he holds + the quote fits so well together. the way i see it, XZ is doing both. he appreciates the moon, he looks up to it but he doesn’t miss to see and hold the sixpence. it’s why he is holding on to it, in some, it was even rolling on it’s own towards him. and it’s not just the proverbial sixpence. he is seeing and appreciating his surroundings —- the egg he ate, laundry, bike etc.

as a fan, this is actually comforting to me. the book itself is not the happiest, which makes sense cause xz prefers melodramatic to downright tragic stories. but it shows a realistic view of what some goes through to pursue their dreams. it’s not as glamorous as what we see on tv or the internet. but the end of the vlog, shows that xz is keeping a balance. he is not just busy looking up at the moon— he is also living his life.

-END.

I first knew about the connection of the vlog to the book via 辉夜姬不叽 and i got hooked into writing something about it and reading the source material. i also liked @resonancewitness interpretation of the vlog, particularly the lines in starry starry night.

[mamabearwonders]

My Depop Shop ~ A New Chapter ~ Shop of Your Dreams

So I have depression dips and I lost a close friend of mine👼that was super supportive of my depop business and I lost my passion for it. But now it's starting to come back. I still feel him with me and I miss going to the thrift store. I'm cleaning out stale inventory, putting the mega goodies up for sale and then planning on going back soon to my second home. Don't worry, that shop is the last discounted stop before it goes into the landfill.

Picture this. You get a package in the mail. It's like Christmas day🎄right? Well now what if you feel like you are a valued customer? What if you feel like that shop you purchased from was so happy that you chose them that they made you feel like you could come back anytime? That's how I want people to feel.

Your package has arrived! Check it out!📦

The Mailer💌 ~ Cute chibi dinosaurs, unicorns, cartoon cacti, black cats and moons or vintage Sanrio cartoons . Like sure we all get excited about packages, but I feel like a bigger smile would come out of somebody looking at like fun little cartoon animals instead of like a cardboard box. Safe bet. Hey I'm not judging people that like a classic cardboard box.

Bookmarks🔖~ Free with every book purchase! My previous ones whales and astronauts zooming in constellations. I used to be an avid reader and I was always losing bookmarks so that would be a nice happy little surprise. I was always using stuff that isn't bookmarks as my bookmarks.

Supporting Other Small Businesses🏩~ I purchase most of my supplies on Etsy. Most if not all of them are small businesses all over the world! I love tracking where my orders are. It's fun.

Washi Tape🍄~ It's cartoon reusable tape. I have two: a fox playing with mushrooms with an orange background and angel girls playing with golden hoops. So you can reuse it. I use it to help seal packages.

Stickers🌈~ I would include them or use them on stationary. Sometimes Sanrio characters. I like to buy mixed lots of stickers from Japan. It adds some extra joy.

Stationary📜~ I like to buy little post-it note size pads of paper from Japan with cartoon characters. I would write a little pick me up or/and a personal thank you.

Haters🚫~ Other folks within the reselling community can be brutal. They said it's a waste of time. I don't think it is. Anything that brings you joy is not a waste of time. It helps lift my spirits and I think it helps lift other people's spirits. I think most of us are dealing with a lot and I just like to make that a little bit easier and if I can do that through a package I'm happy with that. I used to do packages this way and my dad would ship them out at the post office, but I lost my passion for it. But now I'm back. Yay!🥳

[pixiesnakes]

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[dilxcs]

🔖 writings and such - haikyuu scenario

things u do that makes them feel euphoric [pt.1] [pt.2]

these are some little things that u do that makes the haikyuu boys feel hella blessed and over the moon to have u as s/o

characters : tanaka ryūnosuke, kageyama tobio, hinata shōyō, asahi azumane, sugawara kōshi and daichi sawamura

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tanaka ryūnosuke - getting really giddy when u tell him something

he’s overjoyed when ur excitedly talking about anything that caught ur interest, while jumping up and down and grabbing his arm in the process. “BABE! OMG GUESS WHAT HAPPENED TODAY?!”. it means to him that u trust him enough to share ur stories, thoughts, ideas, etc. he especially loves the way u smile so brightly and when ur eyes seem to sparkle

kageyama tobio - smiling when he looks at u

he won’t ever admit it, but he likes it a lot when u smile at him when he’s randomly looking at u. for him, it’s a sign that u pay attention to him. he get’s all shy tho and immediately averts his eyes, but u can clearly see the blush creep up from his neck to his cheeks. when u confront him about it, he will actively deny it while screaming “SHUT UP Y/N BOKE!!”

hinata shōyō - taking care of him in subtle ways

he’s literally beaming when u take care of him. like don’t get him wrong, he’s an independent man, but when u do subtle things like taking his hand in urs and putting them in the pocket of ur jacket to warm them up or when u remove food residue from his face, he can’t help but to shower u with words of appreciation

asahi azumane - comforting him when he’s anxious or scared without making fun of him

he adores it when u comfort him when he’s feeling a bit anxious or scared by doing something stupid and he also loves it when u don’t make fun of him during those times. sure, u can tease him, but he’s grateful that u know when it’s enough. one instance is when u discovered that he’s afraid of rollercoasters and made him scream “POTATO JUICE”, claiming that it would help him feel less scared which resulted in the both of u screaming “potato juice” like two crackheads

sugawara kōshi - showing him gratitude

he feels over the moon when u genuinely express ur gratitude. he knows that most people take what others do for granted, but since meeting u he noticed how grateful u are for even the smallest thing he does for u and it honestly makes him feel appreciated. sugawara is someone who wants to help u with everything he can and for u to show him genuine appreciation, makes his heart go doki doki

daichi sawamura - giving him advice

he’s elated when u help out practically with advice. being the captain comes with their own responsibilities and problems and sometimes he just wants to express this and ask u for ur advice. u being u, will research (online as well as by asking around and using ur own knowledge) for different solutions or anything else that might be helpful to him

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[cypressmoons]

neuvillette thinks he is losing his mind.

he was perpetually alone, his figure an aquamarine blur that fades into the hustle and bustle of the city, his face only visible when he is perched upon the throne during a trial.

the chief justice didn’t think there is a need for the people of fontaine to know anything else to him besides his title and the law he has sworn to uphold. he isn’t even sure himself if there is anything else to know about him, really. the only time people have seen him outside the courtroom and not making a beeline to his residence was when he hosted a water-tasting party, to which people lauded his sharp perception of water’s different tastes but few words were uttered beyond that.

he didn’t think there is a need for personal connections, either. making any sort of acquaintance will only sway his judgement, taint his pristine reputation, and risk the absolute supremacy of law and justice. not a single soul in fontaine - no, in all of teyvat, has even heard of his first name. what is a name, if not something to make a personal connection with? just chief justice neuvillette will do, please.

he didn’t have much understanding of the concept of “the self”. he may as well be synonymous to the law itself, not merely a person chosen to uphold it, a “phase in his career”, as he says. what is the point of self awareness, when all is eventually doomed to be buried by their own sins?

the undisturbed water is most peaceful as a mirror, a tapestry of liquid silk that one finds their own reflections in. but one ripple will soon turn into more, and before he knows it, his figure blurs and fades into oblivion, justice and equity long buried beneath the surface. humans, to him, are like droplets of water that disturb that serene, almost surreal peace.

but with you, he feels the claws of want, desperation, desire, jealousy, and possessiveness scratching at his very core. he has never felt such strong emotions, let alone so many of them all at once, that he briefly considered the possibility that he has been disintegrated by the primordial sea water and reduced to a puddle.

because how could someone so selfless, so equitable, so unfalteringly composed be in love?

he does not try to understand humans. he didn’t find the necessity in it, but now he is dying to know more. he wants to memorize the way you talk, the way you move, the way you so effortlessly light up the entire room and the way you so perfectly fit against him. he’s mesmerized. he wants to know every last thing about your entire existence, the highs and lows and everything in between, he wants to engrave them into his mind lest the infinity of time washes it away.

the itchiness in his heart does not fade with every passing moment. if anything, they grow stronger, like an invisible string pulling him towards you and he finds his feet leading him to your door once more. gloved knuckles tapping at the wood, the hollow sound quickly replaced by the excited shuffle of your footsteps and before he knows it, you’ve appeared before him, basked in glorious sunlight and neuvillette feels as if all his sins have been washed away.

no, he doesn’t just want you in his life. he needs you like a fish needs water, like a bird needs the sky, like the people of fontaine need their impartial iudex.

from then on, his shadow blurs a little slower on the crowded streets, aquamarine accompanied by bright shades of pinks, purples, and yellows, the sparkling stone hanging on your necklace matching the tie pin on his cravat. but if it were up to him, he’d dress you in the finest shades of blue, just so the entire world knows you’re his, and he’s yours.

to you, he’s not monsieur neuvillette, chief justice and iudex of fontaine. though the trials continue as normal and verdicts continue to be delivered impartially, any sharp-eyed person would soon notice the sun shining brighter and rainy days shorter.

he has lived thousands of years sealed inside a bubble that no one dared breaking, in its crystalline confinement even as winter turned into spring, as pages of the calendar are flipped and flipped again. human emotions are nothing but a distraction, he told himself, the law did not need such distractions and biases.

perhaps he found human emotion superfluous because he hadn’t known you yet.

under the sheets after the night falls, when his fingers are intertwined with yours, when your skin is bathing in the ivory moonlight, his name tumbles past your lips in a soft whisper, and he catches it with his own. the name that not a single soul has uttered in millennia, now a living proof of his devotion to you.

if humans are ripples to the water's surface, then let you be an entire storm that turns his world upside down.

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neuvillette doesn’t care for spending money on niceties.

he cares even less about the holidays. he finds the blatant consumerism to be exhausting, the constant pressure to always give, give, and give more, as if he should pretend to care about every person he’s ever spoken to while they pretend to care about him, fake smiles and forced pleasantries like it would cost them a limb if they did anything else. it’s nothing but a façade held up by the sweet coaxing words of material culture.

but when he sees the warm yellow of the string lights reflected in your eyes like the dancing shimmer in a snow globe, he caves in.

his expression softens as he willingly lets you drag him around the christmas market. the air smelled of overpriced fried spiral potatoes from a nearby food stall, and the sky above your heads are lit with a million tiny little starry lights, pieced together by strings hooked on the walls to either side of you. and stretching as far as his eyes can see is the crowd, decked out in hats and mittens and for archons’ sake, reindeer antler headbands.

it would not have been his activity of choice for his sunday evening, but who was he to say no to you?

a surprised gasp escapes your lips as you tug excitedly on his sleeve, pointing at the store window that has every single possible ornament one can think of. your feet are leading the both of you there before he can even react, and the next thing he knows is the strong waft of warm air hitting his face when you pull open the door.

an oversized christmas tree sits in the middle of the store, the branches bending under the weight of hundreds of ornaments, ribbons, and glittery gift tags with people’s well wishes written on them. neuvillette barely takes his eyes off of you for one second and you’re gone, his arm suddenly feeling empty as you’re already far down the aisle, picking up and examining every ornament that catches your eye like a child being shown the entire world’s supply of candy.

he’s not one to like crowded and overheated places, but the lovestruck smile remains permanently etched on his lips as he squeezes through the crowd to find you. noticing him coming, you hold out your arms to show him the ornament you’re holding like a kid proudly showing off their drawing.

“look! it’s soooo cute!”

you spin the little plastic dog around to give him a better look. it’s a clever looking golden retriever with a red santa hat and a string of colourful christmas tree ornaments around his neck.

“it is very cute, love,” he admits, not missing the way your contagious smile seems to grow bigger. he wonders how people around you haven’t started smiling yet.

your eyes slightly widen when you flip the price tag around, quickly putting the ornament back into its place. “oh,” you exclaim softly, more so to yourself before launching into a self-reassuring affirmation, “i don’t need this i don’t need this i don’t need this-”

“y/n.”

neuvillette’s voice cuts off your muttering and you halt in an almost cartoonish way, blinking at him in question.

“you can get anything you want.”

“but it’s twenty dollars-”

“it’s on me.”

your mouth drops open in surprise, but only for a second before you quickly gather your composure.

“it’s so overpriced though, we already have so many ornaments at home-”

“love.” he cuts you off again, this time with a warm hand to your cheek so you could look at him, “you can have anything you want.”

you almost melt, and it’s definitely not from the store’s heater on full blast.

“really?” you eye the little dog again, tempted by such a cute thing but still hesitant. you never liked when other people spent money on you. the happiness from seeing the adorable little face is not worth the marked up price and the guilt that comes with having people buy things for you.

“anything you want,” neuvillette repeats. he probably will not rest until he sees you happy with the small golden retriever toy in your hands.

and so you do. he does not hesitate when the cashier tells him the total price or when he taps his card on the pinpad. even with the million lights on the tree and overhead, all he can see is the bright twinkle in your eyes and your grin as you thank him yet again for indulging you.

neuvillette doesn’t care for spending money on niceties, unless it is you on the receiving end. he would gladly give all the money he has without a second thought just to see your smile, so beautiful and so radiant that it puts the star on top of the tree to shame.

and that night, as you snuggle into him under the blankets, the little christmas tree in your home has a new friend.

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𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗'𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍... 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘵, 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘻𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘰𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘺

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kamisato ayato

» bane of my existence and object of all my desires ✰♡ table of contents (navigate here for links to individual chapters) | full story

neuvillette

» post-trial sun » say my name, for no one has done so in a thousand years ♡ » christmas lights in your eyes

wriothesley

» observance as a virtue ✰

alhaitham

» who did this to you? ✰ » top of the list | part 2 » infatuation ♢ » cross your mind » get some rest ✦♢ » seven days

zhongli

» with or without you

kaeya

» getting your attention ✦♢ » skincare with kaeya ✦

diluc

» cruel summer ♡

unspecified

» afterthought » cut it with a knife

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tears of themis

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infatuation [al haitham]

i've never written anything like this lol but thank you @tenderfxck for allowing me the honour <3 hope this is not a disappointing mess :')

contains: suggestive/minor nsfw content (if you couldn't tell already oop) mdni!! i can't believe i'm writing about his [redacted] but it is making me feel feelings

word count: 864

al haitham internally groans at the sight of you walking through the double doors, a spring in your step as always. Maybe both fortunately and unfortunately for him, you spot the scribe straight away and make a beeline towards where he is standing, the smile on your face too wide for it to be innocent.

you know the effect you have on him, and oh you're having so much fun with it.

let's face it - the scribe of the akademiya, virtually unknown to most members of the public but always seems to know everything about them in return, a man with extraordinary talents and intelligence and wits and a mouth too sharp for his own good (who also probably holds the title of most stoic man in all of teyvat), is completely infatuated with you.

but of course, his pride won't ever let him admit it, not even to himself.

his inflated ego has even gone to the extent of actively growing to resent your presence, every time you're in a five foot radius of him or every time he can perceive you with his senses - which is way too often, he gets the sudden urge to abandon whatever it is he was doing and leave. before you can approach him and whisper words so intimate and down right dirty in his ear that anyone who happens to hear would be scarred for life, before you can bully and torment him, all for your own enjoyment.

a man of such composure and stoicism, who maintains a clear head above all else, is finding his logic slowly but surely falling apart in your presence.

cruel, maybe, but the second you step inside the room, it's as if his feet are bolted to the ground and he physically cannot get himself to move. sure, the heat on his face or the growing unease in his pants may be an indication that he should get away, or probably even consider moving to another nation altogether, you seem to have him locked tight under a spell.

so that's how you find yourselves in this position: al haitham's back shoved up against the wall in a dark corner of the library, and your fingers ever so close to his skin but never touching him.

he feels something in his inside stir, your proximity contributing to the growing sense of frustration and anticipation (and also the growing of something else). his breath hitches in his throat as he feels you inch ever closer, knowing that you would see through his stone cold façade the moment your body makes contact with his.

but no. seeing him flustered and squirming is your favourite pastime, and you haven't even so much as touched him yet. you had backed him into a corner with no way of escape, and finally, deciding that you're also way too attracted to him to not touch him in some way - especially after you've got him wrapped around your finger like this - would be a waste of time.

the moment your warmth radiates to his skin through the thin fabric of his clothes, he is positive that he's on fire. the trailing of your hands tantalizingly slow, marking every part of him yours, until you reach his neck - it's burning under your touch. you know he is enjoying it just as much as you are, but seeing his self restraint falter as each second passes by is sending waves of ecstasy through your body.

his lips part slightly when you trail your hands upward even further, until you can feel the light stubble on his chin, and he sighs shakily. he wants to reach out and touch you, or even better, reverse the position and have you thrown up against the wall instead, showing you who's in charge. or even better, to have you begging for his mercy when he pleasures you so good that you can't form coherent words, a payback for all the times you left him needing more. he repeatedly flexes his hand in a feeble attempt to douse some of the flames, the muscle in his arms contracting deliciously at the movement. nothing escapes your notice, of course. taking it one step further, you pause your teasing and reach for his hand, placing it squarely on the small of your back.

the man almost busts in his pants at the first feel of you, fitting so perfectly in his grasp like you were tailor made for him. he leans down instinctively to reach for your lips, and you don't shy away. but when the space between you diminishes to an almost inexistence, when every short, laboured exhale of his becomes your next inhale, you pull away, effortlessly slipping out of his hold.

the frustrated grunt from him at the loss of contact is like music to your ears. your mind wanders delightfully to the thought of his seniors or the sages catching him like this, so flustered and out of breath all from a few light touches. you pull him in by the collars of his coat, whispering in his ear and gliding away before he has time to react and lock you in his arms once again,

the coat looks good on you, mr. scribe, but it'll look even better on the floor in my bedroom.

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[cypressmoons]

hiii can i please request kaeya tickling the reader bc he wants attention when ur reading a book with a slightly suggestive ending?

yesss i love some kaeya content thank you for the request!

currently freezing my ass off & typing this in the car because i lost one single airpod and i know it’s here in the parking lot but i need the other car to mOVE so i can find it without having to kneel on the ground 🥲 (update: i did find said airpod wooo)

summary: ever since the moment you opened your door to find the latest novel from yae publishing house on your steps, you have not allowed a single thought in your brain other than the captivating stories. kaeya, on the other hand, has other plans for the afternoon - some of which involve using any means necessary to get your attention.

contents: no pronouns mentioned, fluff, slightly suggestive ending 😎

word count: 589

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you hum contently as you trace the lines of text on your latest acquisition: a new light novel all the way from yae publishing house in inazuma. the long awaited sequel by famed author zhenyu has finally arrived, and you could hardly wait to get your hands on a copy.

which explains why you haven't moved your eyes from the pages once in the last two hours.

not far from you on the other end of the couch, your boyfriend only grows more impatient with every turn of the page. he has been trying to get your attention for a while now, resorting to tactics such nudging you with his feet or even throwing pillows in your direction. but aside from a couple halfhearted protests, you do not budge.

the gears in kaeya's brain are working overtime because let's be real, he has been deprived of attention for way too long (it's only been a couple hours) and he might just die if you don't display any form of affection to him soon (spoiler alert: he'll live).

he can practically hear the comical ding as a lightbulb goes off in his head. knowing your biggest weakness has never felt more advantageous. with a sly smirk, he hops to his feet and approaches you from behind. had anyone been here to witness this moment, they would have known immediately that he is up to no good.

but fortunately for him, you are way too engrossed in the legend of swords to notice.

until cold fingers suddenly make contact with your midriff.

you yelp, body jerking awake from the ticklish sensation.

"kaeya!"

he does not relent, instead beginning to attack your belly, too. your most ticklish spot.

soon you are breathless from laughter and your miserable attempts at fighting him off. the quiet room is filled with hearty chuckles and occasional shrieks when he finds a particularly sensitive spot.

"stop!" your stomach hurts from all the laughing, and your body has curled itself into a ball as a natural reaction to protect yourself from kaeya's hands.

"not until you give me attention first!"

"but i'm reading!"

"for way too long!" his arms now wrap around your waist to keep you in place, while you imagine your pathetic escape attempts now somewhat resemble a flopping, dying fish.

"fiiiine, what do you want?"

unable to take his torturing any longer, you give in - anything to free yourself at this point.

the tickling suddenly stops, but you barely have time to rejoice before he effortlessly presses you into the cushions, arms caging your head in between.

the room suddenly feels too quiet, and a knowing smile on your lover's face tells you exactly what he wants.

you laugh, this time at his childlike grin, and lifts your head up to meet his halfway. soon, the hands on your body begin to wander, not to tickle but to caress this time. you wrap your legs around him and pulls him closer, earning a light grunt as if a reward for finally complying with his clingy requests.

kaeya deepens the kiss and tangles his fingers in your hair, and you forget about the ninjas and bandits and whatnot. words that once described the exciting fight scenes in the novel are replaced with kaeya's name only.

perhaps it's due time for a break, anyway. you tell yourself as you feel him smile into you.

as if reading your mind, he pulls away just enough to whisper into your parted lips,

"shall we take this into the bedroom?"

thank u anon for kaeya brainrot time hope u enjoyed <3

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if is okay, can i pls req kaeya introducing skincare stuff to gn!reader who's very inexperienced with that. he sofly hold ur jaw and coos at u whenever u scruch ur nose when he applies each product 😭

yo anon you can't be doing this to me at such early hours in the morning (it's 1:30pm) i am crying? cause let’s be real he probably has a 10 step routine this man’s skin be GLOWING

also don't ask me why i'm turning up so many posts in the same day i am using writing as a coping mechanism to deal with this fat ass crush i got ok

contents: skincare king!kaeya x gn reader, and obligatory sobbing from me. very short because i don't know much about skincare either oops

word count: 418

"stop moving around!"

you squeal as kaeya applies another cold layer of whatever product it is, struggling to hold the container and your chin in one hand while trying to get you to stay still.

when you agreed to a spa night with him, this is not what you had in mind.

you were thinking warm baths, soft bubbles, candles and rose petals and sparkling champagne, not being subjugated to torture and possibly human experiment from the ten million different creams and serums he has stored in the medicine cabinet. this one’s good for clearing your pores, he had dutifully explained, and this is a nice cleanser to scrub the dirt and oil from your skin. and this - aha, this is my favourite, it hydrates and leaves you smelling super fresh.

“come on, it’s good for you!”

“i don’t think a literal acid is gonna be good for my skin, kaeya.” you glance down at the bottle in his hand, “acid” the only word you could confidently pronounce from the small label.

he snorts at your comment but does not budge, resorting to holding your entire cheek now. the warmth of his hand a stark contrast to the serum, and instinctively you lean into his touch.

this does not escape his notice, of course. a soft smile creeps onto his face at the feeling of you, fitting so perfectly into his hands like puzzle pieces, and he momentarily pauses his movements.

you open your eyes at the sudden lack of rubbing and poking at your face, meeting kaeya’s dark ocean blues.

“what happened?”

he does not answer, only leaning down to gently press a kiss onto your pouted lips.

you smile into the kiss, and when he pulls back you find a grin mirroring yours on your lover’s face.

“can i go now?”

he just stares at you with a dumbfounded grin,

“i love you.”

you hop off from your previous place on the counter, standing on your tiptoes to leave a peck on his cheek before making your way out of the bathroom, all pampered up and glad to be free from this torment.

kaeya only smiles at his own reflection in the mirror, still savouring the sheer happiness from being able to have these moments with you — struggling to hold you still and tuning out your nonstop protests included. he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

and that’s before he suddenly remembers in a panic,

“hey! don’t forget to wash off your face mask!”

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bane of my existence and object of all my desires | index

i will publish the whole story in one single post for easier navigation, but in case you want to see a summary of each chapter, this list is for you.

this is one of my proudest works so far. i hope you enjoy reading it just as much as i enjoyed writing it.

started: april 19, 2022 finished: august 22, 2022

general summary: bridgerton!ayato is the head of inazuma's most influential commission, and he has sworn to never fall in love because that only ends in heartbreak -- except to find a vessel to carry his heir, of course. but when he meets the dashing y/n with her headstrong personality that goes against about everything he has ever known, he is not so sure if falling in love is such a bad idea anymore. inspired and based on the book "the viscount who loved me" by julia quinn and season 2 of netflix's bridgerton.

general contents: strong language; sexual/nsfw content (both implicit and explicit); mentions of death, injury, violence, murder, blood, battle; spoilers for the book and show, and lots of fluff and tears.

pairing: kamisato ayato x female reader, she/her pronouns

timeline: inazuma post-sakoku decree, irodori festival, ayato's story quest

note: unless otherwise stated, the chapters will contain spoilers. minors are encouraged to not interact due to suggestive/sexual content, especially with the last two chapters which are marked mdni.

navi: some of the links in this index are broken as i rebrand my entire blog, but for now you can find all chapters and the full story using the tag #bane of my existence ☽

chapter breakdown

chapter 1 - [wc: 0.9k, cw: none]

chapter 2 - [wc: 1.7k, c w: brief mention of battle]

chapter 3 - [wc: 2.6k, cw: none]

chapter 4 - [wc: 3k, cw: brief mention of death]

chapter 5 - [wc: 3.7k, cw: strong language]

chapter 6 - [wc: 3.2k, cw: strong language]

chapter 7 - [wc: 5k, cw: strong language, implied sexual content, suggestive content] mdni.

chapter 8 - [wc: 4.7k, cw: implicit & explicit nsfw content, blood/injury/death/violence, strong language] mdni.

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