How Hanako reassures the people most important to him~
Kazuha come home, I beg you
Kazuha’s teapot lines are something else…
Note: I didn’t include all of his lines. Only three are depicted here.
Just Albedo smiling.
That’s it. That’s the post.
[Pairing/s: Xiao x Reader]
Genre: Fluff
Warning: None
[Note: this was supposed to be for Xiao's birthday, better late than never. Also, I, in no means know how to play the flute, my apologies in advance if there is an inaccuracy in the description.]
Night time fell on Liyue, lanterns lit up to paint the darkness and cover the harbor with warmth and light, there was not much difference from the daytime in terms of atmosphere, it's very much still lively, though, as much as you love your home and the bustling harbor sometimes a nice peace and quiet is something you need after a tiring day.
You made your way to Mt. Tianheng, going behind the houses and made your way at the little mountain behind the said houses, a beautiful view of the port welcomed you along with a soft breeze that tickled your skin as you reach the top, you sat down on the grass admiring the view in front of you a sigh escaping your lips. You took out your precious flute from its confinement, admiring it's familiar features before bringing it close to your lips.
The wind went in through the instrument as you are skillfully making a wonderful melody, letting yourself relax as you pour your emotions into playing your favorite instrument.
The wind took your music throughout the land, as far that it reaches to Wang Shu Inn and it seems to catch the attention of the Conqueror of Demons, Xiao.
He perked up in hearing a tune of a familiar instrument that he hadn't heard in a long time, out of curiosity, he swiftly follow the tune finding himself at Liyue Harbor, the noises of the citizens cover up the music making the Yaksha groan in annoyance, moving to another location that is quieter he once again hear the melody but much more louder and clearer this time.
Now standing on the second highest peak in Mt. Tianheng, he overlooks the port and you.
Sitting on the ground with your things beside you as you play the flute, his eyes linger on your form, you look so small from such a far distance, so vulnerable but yet the melody you're playing silence the voices that haunts him. Deciding that the distance is enough for him to listen to your small performance, he sat on the ground, taking one last look at you before closing his eyes and basking at the lovely melody that you're playing with your flute.
It was a moment of tranquility for the Yaksha, something he hadn't had for a long time.
k u r o o ✓ (insp) | ✧ haikyuu!! month: day 09
[Pairing/s: Platonic!Venti x Reader]
Genre: Fluff, comfort
Warning: None
Note: I couldn't fall asleep, so I write. Grammatical errors will be edited in the morning, ehe.
"Shall I sing you a lullaby to help you fall asleep?" Your bard friend suggested after you told him about your little predicament, unable to fall asleep because of your active mind and a wild imagination that scared you enough for you to not be able to fall asleep. How he got into your room? Well, the wind vision bearer bard had heard you through the wind that entered your room as you sigh and complain to yourself about your situation and wanted to help, so he claims, maybe he just wanted to sleep over cause he has no where else to rest for the night.
"That would be highly appreciated, Venti" he smirk upon hearing your reply and immediately took out his lyre to play you a tune, a famous lullaby that every children of Mondstadt knew, familiar words enter your ears that you remember your mother used to sang to you when you were just a little lass, accompanied by Venti's comforting voice that you grew familiar and fond of.
Your body instantly relaxes, your eyes growing drowsy with every word that spills from the Bard's mouth, you grew sleepier and sleepier until your eyes grew tired enough to close, your body sink into the comfort of your mattress whilst your consciousness drift off to dreamland, finally getting your rest.
Venti ended the lullaby and placed his lyre aside, to cover you up with your blanket that protects you from the cold of the night, quietly he stare at the tranquil expression you wear as you sleep.
"Sweet dreams, (Y/N)"
does it matter if it's not the right way to hold a weapon.. if it looks THIS COOL
I wish I was Y/N