ᥫ᭡ — LITTLE ROMANTIC GESTURES!

“I’m not going to be offended if you don’t say it back,” they said softly. “I love you. No pressure. You don’t need to panic about it.”

“It really doesn’t bother you if I don’t say it back yet?” 

“Three words don’t define us. We were happy before I said it, I don’t need anything more from you than what you have already given.”

They kissed them then. Didn’t know if that was love, but maybe that didn’t matter.

the magi of alma torran [12] || hakuryuu ren

pairing. hakuryuu x alma torran magi! reader

genre. romance, angst + smut

warnings. none

words. 568

summary. none of your words make sense to him. not when you talk in words he can't even hope to unravel.

notes. a short chapter for the feelings before we approach the fight between hakuryuu and gyokuen

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who are you?

When the moon stands high in the night sky, adorned by twinkling stars and the milky way splitting the heavens in two, a lone Magi stands on the royal balcony.

The prince, Hakuryuu, who desires nothing more than to reclaim the throne and his empire, looks up from his place in the gardens. Sweat shimmers in the moonlight, his chest heaves rhythmically. He came back from the only thing he knew how to do: fight.

He sees the faraway gaze from all the way down there. Eyes that seem to witness the past, present and future all at once, when in reality, they're merely gazing at the castle in the faraway distance. Hakuryuu wonders what's pulling your mind back and forth.

The wind caresses your cheeks and the leaves of trees rustle a song as they dance through the air. Tonight, your heart is heavy with useless what ifs and questions you do not wish to think about.

What if she realizes her goal of summoning Il-Illah?

What if this world would end up being an exact reflection of Alma Torran?

What if your King dies?

"For someone who was so determined to fight, you look awfully troubled," Hakuryuu notes and comes to a stop next to you.

Briefly, you take in his facial features, smile like a cracked mirror and then face away from your king. "This feeling in my stomach..," you begin and grasp the pearly around your neck. "It's the same as the time Il-Illah descended on my home."

Taking a deep breath, you attempt to calm your nerves, but it's futile. Your fingers are shaky and your voice; it's nowhere near stable. "I'm scared. I'm scared of facing her again, Hakuryuu," you admit with pain laced into your syllables.

Again? Hakuryuu furrows his brows and shakes his head in confusion. None of your words make sense to him. Not when you talk in words he can't even hope to unravel. Gyokuen is a normal human being, a human with an average lifespan and not someone who's lived for over a thousand years.

Hakuryuu clenches his jaw. "I don't understand what you mean, [Name]. The more you talk, the more I feel like I have no idea who you are."

The prince firmly grasps your upper arms. One look in his eyes is enough to let you know that he desires knowledge. Knowledge about you.

"I don't know how you lived your life. I don't know a single thing about you other than your name." Hakuryuu's grasp on you loosens and his calloused palms slide down the length of your arms, coming to rest at your wrist.

"Won't you tell me something about you, [Name]?"

Your mouth falls open, eyes wide at Hakuryuu's sudden display of vulnerability. Him not knowing about you hurt him just as much as the time when you didn't know anything about him.

Gently you take his hands in yours and press his knuckles against your forehead. "I will tell you everything once this fight is over, Hakuryuu. That, I promise you."

The prince frowns. His hand caresses the scar on the top of your head and stops at your cheek. Heat rises to the delicate skin while an expectant shimmer finds home in your eyes.

"Only people who are about to die say something like this," Hakuryuu whispers into the night.

And you can only give him a broken smile.

— MARRY ME.

-> information. il dan heng x gn! reader. established relationship. fluff.

-> word count. 348.

“you want to what?” 

“i want to marry you.” 

silence. 

you couldn’t muster a single word. instead, you opted to stare at your lover with wide eyes, disbelief written all over your face. you weren’t even sure how or what made dan heng blurted out such things.

dan heng, who is able to remain calm even in the direst situations. dan heng, who is the one to hold everyone together. dan heng, who is someone you came to accept after he revealed his tragic past to you. 

dan heng blinked. his expression was unreadable to you as he stared at you; teal eyes boring holes into your soul. “i said, i want to ma-” 

he got cut off when you slapped a hand over his mouth. he furrowed his eyebrows, unsure why you did that. but with you closing the distance, dan heng can now detect the faint blush dusted on your cheeks.

he can tell how you weren’t looking at him. and oh, you were embarrassed. it does something to him. a surge of pride coursed through his veins, knowing his mere words can emit such a reaction from you. 

dan heng’s tail moved to coil itself around your waist, tugging you closer until your chests were touching. you yelped, struggling to free yourself but it was futile. the grip tightened in response and you surrendered, leaving you at his mercy. 

you briefly wondered if it was a crime for him to look this gorgeous. no matter how long you stared at him, you could never get enough of how majestic he looked, with his long black hair and how confidence oozed from him. 

dan heng moved your hand away from his mouth. he smoothly intertwined your fingers together, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. your face turned as red as a tomato at the sudden display of affection.

he chuckled, leaning in to brush his lips against yours; testing and tempting you. both of you knew it was a battle you will lose, no matter how hard you resist. 

“so, do you want to marry me?” 

note: wanted to write something so uh, here you go :3

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ONE KISS LESS

feat. nagi seishiro x gn! reader

prompt: "bend down a little so i can give you a kiss." (requested by anon for my 1k event! i think nagi is a bit ooc here but you know it's fine)

nagi is a tall guy for someone who's just eighteen years old. you on the other hand was stuck with a short height, just barely reaching 5'2. although there were some perks to being short, nagi loves teasing you about how short you are.

for example, you were struggling with getting the highest cup on the shelf because someone decided to be an annoying little shit and placed it there. however, instead of helping you, nagi only leans against the doorway, stifling a laugh, and said, "you look funny trying to reach the cup."

you gave him the biggest frown you could muster, "shut up and at least help me? don't just stand there and laugh at me!" nagi didn't help you, and instead gives you a smile and leaves. you ended up having to use a chair.

however, nagi being taller than you also has it's own perks. he was able to fully engulf you in a hug when cuddling, scaring weird people off when they try to talk to you because he towers over them, and many other things.

"sei, do you need anything from the grocery store?" you asked as you put your shoes on. when you don't hear a reply, you turn your head to the couch nagi was sitting on and see that he was too focused on his video game.

you sighed and walked over to him and stood in front of him, placing both hands on your hips. "sei, did you hear what i just said?"

"mm? yeah, i did," nagi replies, though his eyes did not leave his phone. "ah, i died." he lets out a sigh and finally looks at you.

"so? do you need anything?" you repeat the question.

"no, don't need anything," nagi replies, letting his phone fall down to the empty space next to him. "you're leaving now, right? bend down a little so i can give you a kiss."

you blinked and let out a laugh. "pft, that sounds funny when you're the one who says it. usually i'm the one who says that whenever you're about to go leave for practice. no wonder you find it amusing."

nagi gives you a glare and stands up, immediately becoming taller than you. "so? kiss me."

"okay that's not fair," you lift your head, annoyed that nagi was now standing. "you can't just stand up after i just said that!"

"hm? i don't like sitting around all day though," nagi teases, and you can't help but want to smack him. "kiss me, y/n."

you grit your teeth in annoyance and instead of kissing him, you turn around and walked to the door. "if you don't need anything else i'm leaving."

nagi makes a sound of surprise and quickly caught up to you, grabbing hold of your wrist as a pout forms on his face. "you can't just leave without giving me a kiss!"

"you were being annoying so no thanks," you give him a cheeky smile. "so if you don't mind, i'll be going-"

nagi suddenly pulls you into a kiss, briefly catching you off guard. your eyes widened in surprise, and when he pulls away, he gives you a smile. "mm, you were saying?" you opened your mouth to say something, but all you can do is just gape at him, cheeks turning red. "what? cat got your tongue?"

"nagi seishiro, what the fuck!" you exclaimed, smacking his forearm (gently of course).

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BRO???????

post-argument fic, reader's still mad at wriothesley, the yearning and desperation from wriothesley is heavy in this one lul, established relationship, suggestive comments

brief biker!wriothesley thought.

disagreements don't happen often between you and wriothesley. you are both level-headed enough to maintain composure whilst talking through any issues, but in the scarce moments where it snowballs into something heated, it results in cold shoulders and uncomfortable silences born from residual anger.

wriothesley, who likes to be direct and to resolve things as they occur, lingers around you, hesitant to anger you more than he already has. he downright loathes how you walk on eggshells around him, unable to hold his gaze. in moments like these, he wants nothing more than just to pull you close and kiss you until you forgive him, bleeding apologies until you mend him with your forgiveness.

unfortunately for him, you had promised to go out for dinner with some of your mutual friends the night after your tense argument.

wriothesley's already there when you come straight from work, watching as you greet everyone with a big smile and wave, settling into the empty space next to him. all he gets is a tiny grin before your attention is swept away by furina, who sits directly in front of you.

he tries to act like it doesn't bug him when you turn to talk to clorinde, who sits on your left. tries to keep his desperation on the low when he asks for your attention, pointing to items on the menu that you'd like. tries to act like a kiss- a smile, even, isn't all he wants when he gives you the things you like from his plate.

if you don't look him in the eye for longer than five seconds, he might dissolve in his seat.

miraculously, wriothesley survives the torturous evening, and it's difficult to pretend like he isn't excited about going home and having you all to himself. he farewells everyone a little too enthusiastically, and drags you away with him before they can convince you to stay for drinks.

(though, if you wanted to, he would have complied and bitten back his complaints, but judging by the way you follow him without any reluctance, home was the right direction.)

since your shared car was dropped off for service, the only way of getting home was wriothesley's motorbike. he helps you on and you murmur a shy 'thank you' underneath your breath when he puts your helmet on for you, only getting on when you're safely secured and comfortable in your seat.

however, unlike usual when your arms would circle around his muscular torso tightly, your grip lingers awkwardly by his sides.

"doll, you need to hold on tight," he warns, starting the engine. you comply ever so slightly, ghosting your arms around him.

for wriothesley, who prioritises your safety more than anything else, it isn't good enough, so he gently pulls you forward, wrapping your arms around him himself. without another word, he drives off, catching you off guard. he hears a small yelp from behind him before your arms snake around him tightly.

wriothesley's sure he'll get a light scolding and a punch to the arm for scaring you like that, but as long as he gets to look you in the eye, he'll take whatever you throw at him.

bonus:

when you're back in the safety of your home, you lightly shove your helmet at his chest and begin scolding him for scaring you like that, but all he does is wolfishly smile at you.

"i warned you, gorgeous, that's what happens when you don't listen to me."

you huff, sliding off the leather seat, clutching your bag to your side, but wriothesley doesn't let you go far, pulling you back in to stand in between his legs.

"still mad at me?" his hands find purchase at your hips. you glance into his icy eyes before looking aside. "i'm sorry, i'll say it as many times as i need to. when are you gonna find it in your heart to forgive me?"

"when you apologise a thousand times."

he whistles. "a thousand? that's a lot."

"so get started."

"do you take other means of compensation?" his hands sneak under your shirt to rest on your waist and you immediately catch his wrists before he can go any further.

"are you even trying to apologise?"

he snickers. "i'm sorry."

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haechan (verb): to be terrifying

hi lia!!! i love your writing sm especially REDAMANCY IN YOUR GAZE. !!! so nicely written and hits me right in the feels ;w;

anywhoo i'm here to submit a request! hope this sparks your inspiration but if not feel free to delete it, ok? no pressure <3

i'm curious to see you writing angst, so can we perhaps have zhongli, xiao, kazuha, and itto with the situation/prompt: 'seeing their s/o reader dying'? bonus brownie points if reader died in their arms c: yeah i woke up and chose violence today ahah it can be in whatever format you feel most comfortable with!

ps. just reject this if you feel uncomfortable with the concept!! i didn't see a rule against this so i thought i'd drop by and ask. thank you and have a nice day <3 <3 <3

- 💠

★彡 KISS ME WITH YOUR EYES CLOSED.

SUMMARY. you have left with a piece of their heart and you're never coming back. or in which you spend your last moments in your lover's arms, but you are already beyond saving.

CHARACTERS. xiao, kazuha, zhongli, itto.

GENRE. angst, established relationship, hurt with no comfort.

CW. character death (no specified cause), mentions of blood (no specified injuries), unintended anger outburst + shinobu cameo in itto's part.

THOUGHTS. thank you for liking my writing and sending in this painful request <3 i'm unsure how well i executed this and i'm looking for room to improve — but for now, enjoy this angst that me and 💠 anonnie offered! >:)

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XIAO's words fail him, a failure stuck at the back of his throat from the deepest parts of his beating heart. Such a contrast to your heart that no longer thumps at the same tempo as his.

He is supposed to be used to this — no, he should have grown used to this already.

The putrid stench of death, the pools of scarlet red on the ground and his clothes, the void in his chest that he can't explain every single time.

For eons and eons, Xiao has seen lives perish before his eyes; his comrades, innocent lives, monsters, all of them. That is what he is meant to do; an Adeptus lives to bear pain, to shoulder it with resilience.

So, then, what is this feeling? Ache like never before, a longing for a different outcome, a sense of denial he is unfamiliar with.

Xiao stares blankly at your peaceful face, eyes closed and undisturbed. As if you are only lulled by the soft tune of slumber and merely sleeping in his arms — but that is no more than wishful thinking, he knows this.

Yet, still, he dares to hope.

How ironic, the Yaksha has never gotten along well with the concept of hope. But here he is, gathering the littlest courage to hope that you'd snap open your eyes and laugh at his forlorn expression like you always would.

But you don't, and Xiao realizes he is nothing but a hypocrite.

The same pain he is supposed to shoulder oh-so fearlessly is here, gnawing at his heart and consuming it alive — for once, Alatus doesn't think he can bear it any longer.

He is alone all over again.

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Death, an old friend of KAZUHA's that he never wishes to confront ever again. But that statement only reeks of blissful ignorance, doesn't it?

Death casts its gaze on whom it wishes and it takes and it takes, that is the natural course of life — yet, it has become far too familiar of an acquaintance in his life that Kazuha can't help but despise it.

In the back of his mind, Kazuha sees a vision he thought he has long bid his goodbyes to already. The booming flash of thunder, a sword pierced through the floorboard of the Tenshukaku, a fallen friend and a reminder that he was far too late.

This moment is all too familiar.

The darkening clouds above his head, his hands that cradle you close, and your scent that is growing fainter and fainter by the second. Kazuha rests his face into the crook of your neck, muffling his cries against your skin; but you are as cold as ice and snow, so unbelievably cold.

Has the curse of fate come to take from him again? Kazuha's heart is only one, but death seems to favor him so much that it keeps taking pieces of his soul little by little.

Once, a lingering pain he learnt to move on from. Twice, he lets it be this time. Thrice, he begins questioning, just what more does it want from him? His family, his friend, now his one and only lover; Kazuha isn't sure what is left of him now. So, so many have been taken away from him.

"[Y/N]," Kazuha feels ashamed of the way his voice breaks as he whispers your name. He can't even speak properly, but how can he when you lay so feebly in his arms? One movement and it feels as if you'll crumble to dust, unreachable and away from his grasp.

He still has so many haiku's to read to you, songs he wants you to listen to, places he wants to see with your hand in his. So many of them, yet those dreams are nothing but regrets now.

Death will never leave him alone, will it? Even if tears stain his cheeks, even if he pleads with his life, even if he wishes to trade his life for yours, Kazuha is powerless.

"I love you," the man presses his lips to your forehead, he spares no mind to the tears falling down his cheeks like a stream of water he'd drink a fistful from during his travels.

One last time, just one more. But his words fall on deaf ears, for you are already gone and you're not coming back.

Yet again, death has torn away another piece of Kaedehara Kazuha's heart.

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ZHONGLI drowns himself in complacent silence. He says nothing, he has nothing to say. The rueful sigh that escapes his lips is the only indication of the lid placed over the gaping sorrow in his chest.

The former Archon of Geo does not shed tears. If he cries, then would it have changed this outcome? No, it wouldn't. If he cries, then would it have lifted this pain in his chest for a brief moment? Perhaps, it would.

But if Zhongli allows tears to cloud his eyes, then hethese last few moments with you. Fate cannot be changed nor can it be severed, all he can do is embrace it wholeheartedly.

"Even if it hurts?" A ghost-like whisper hovers faintly above his ears, trying to shake his resolve. Zhongli affirms himself, "Even if it hurts." He doesn't acknowledge the littlest speck of desire to falter and say otherwise in the corner of his mind.

Even if it hurts.

After all this time, you are still as beautiful as the first day he laid eyes on you, Zhongli smiles as he closes your eyes with the palm of his hand.

Those gem-like [E/C] irises of yours that always stare back at his with such affection, your voice that greets his ears like a gentle melody, the raindrops of love you shower him in so generously.

He can't help but reminisce.

After all, reminiscence is one of, if not the most, loyal friend of his, unbound by erosion of time as long as there is someone who lives to tell the tale. Zhongli knows the story of you shall live, for he will be the one to tell it.

"Rest well, my love."

He will not forget you.

The former Archon of Geo does not shed tears. Yet, that day, the corners of his amber eyes begin to dampen just a little.

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ITTO swears he sees his life flashes before his eyes. He is frantic, flighty even as if waiting for someone to get this over with and pinch him awake. This feels like a nightmare, it's just a bad dream, right?

But the warm pool of blood pouring onto his clothes is real, too real to just be a part of his imagination.

No, no, no, this can't be happening.

"Shinobu—" Itto calls out to his deputy leader hurriedly, agitation all too present in his voice. But the anxiety in his stomach churns even worse when he sees the mortified look in Shinobu's eyes; he doesn't like what it alludes to, not one bit.

He pleads almost desperately, "They'll be okay, right? Right?!" Shinobu has never lied to him, she always tells him the truth and so, he waits for an answer.

Reassurance, some hope that everything will be alright, just anything — but he receives no more than silence. And it angers him, Itto can feel the frustration rushing through his veins to his heart and to his head.

His grip on your frail body tightens and a pained holler tears itself from his throat, "Say something, dammit!" But he doesn't mean it, he doesn't mean to yell so harshly at her. He isn't usually like this, what is going on?

When in reality, the answer to his question is right there in his arms; your frail figure lying in his embrace is just a fact waiting to be acknowledged, but he doesn't want to accept it.

Do you expect him to just accept it like that so easily? You know he can't do that, he just can't.

"There is still hope, there is still hope," Itto chants to himself, but even a fool would know those words are nothing more than empty reassurance.

The so-called strongest Oni in Inazuma is so out of it Shinobu can't even gather the courage to point out the truth.

What will become of her boss if she tells him that you are no longer breathing?

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