IM LATE AS HELL TO YOUR RESPONSE BUT—

Let us pray that that will be the last request of Lilia's Sweet and Naive series.. I love Lilia with all my heart, but that series is exhausting. I didn't even intend for it to be a series.

Everyone should learn something from this and that is to not force your own beliefs onto others. I normally don't reblog posts but I have been in a similar predicament before that I find it irritating?? (Is that the word?)

Please, let us all be civil and mature.

I love you, Elli. <3

To the Anon that doesn’t believe Venti is straight, that’s perfectly fine that’s your personal head canon, however don’t fucking push that onto other people, you assuming his sexuality based on his looks and then making comments like that, disgusting, we all head canon characters in our own ways, but I personally don’t want to hear you admit to stereotyping the characters solely based on their looks, nobody asked for your opinion so please keep your dumbass out of the Authors business for the sake of not further embarrassing yourself in front of everyone

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Anon took the words right out of my mouth

I have a question regarding Twst English version. So, as you may or may not already know, I have the JP version. I downloaded the English one that's released today.. Do I have to restart my progress or is there a way to share my progress for both versions?

I fell asleep as soon as I got home! 😭 I'll upload the chapter right now; I just have to double check the taglist. ❤️❤️

║Kaeya║Happy Birthday

This was uploaded on Wattpad for Kaeya’s birthday.

Gender-neutral.

Suggestive ending.

Word count: 1.1k

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Today was no day to laze around in bed as it was the most important of days in a year- Kaeya's birthday.

You quietly slipped out of bed to get change, and out from his warm embrace, soon missing it when your feet touched the cold ground and parts of your skin- which was exposed- hits the cold air. It was quite early, but you had to get on the move if you want everything done by the designated time that Jean had said.

You along with the top-notches of the Knights of Favonius and Diluc- much to his visible distaste- had secretly been planning for a week specifically for this day. Jean carefully planned it out so that today was his day off today, without raising his suspicion.

From behind, you hear a low moan from the male as he was searching for your warmth, eyes closed. You chuckled at his actions and walked back to the bed, leaning down to give him a kiss on the cheeks. "Get some more rest. It's your day off after all," you said.

You weren't quick enough to move away and his arms quickly wraps around you and pull you back in bed. "Stay.." he moans, voice still groggy as he just woke up. "You know I can't do that. I still have work," you said, but he didn't listen and buries his head into your chest. You sighed and comply to his words, playing with his loose hair. It was really soft.

After a couple minutes, you started to feel his arms loosening around you so you took it as a chance to really slip out of the house and head over to Angel's Share.

When you arrived, everybody was already there and was just waiting for you. "Took you time," Diluc mutters, his expression still the same as ever before and crosses his arms. "Sorry, it was hard to make Kaeya fall back asleep," you say in honest. "Now then, shall we begin?" You smiled, the others returning it with a smile of their own-- Not counting Diluc.

The tavern was closed all throughout the day as the celebration was going to be held there. There were times where you had to go out of the tavern and met Kaeya once, now up and going, and was out to seek for your company. "I'm sorry, Kaeya, I'm running errands for Jean," you said apologetically. You then got Klee to take your place so that the Cavalry Captain wouldn't get lonely and start snooping around the tavern.

The preparations were finally finished at seven in the evening and all that was left was the star of tonight. "(Y/N), can you go get Kaeya now?" Jean asks. You nodded and left the tavern in search for him. It didn't take long as you found him where you thought he'd be- with Klee inside a room in the headquarters, playing.

His head raised up from whatever he was doing and look towards the door, a smile soon replacing his gloomy one- probably because he felt lonely without you. "(Y/N)!" He jumps up from his crossed sitting and runs up to hug you. Although it hadn't been a full day without seeing you, he seeks your affection every chance he could get. You hug back but soon let's go and turn to Klee. "Thank you so much, Klee." You gave a wink and she giggles, earning a quizzical Kaeya. You said your good nights to the young child and walked to the tavern with Kaeya.

"What have you been up to since this morning?" Kaeya asks, holding onto your hand. "Didn't I tell you this morning?" you say, smiling as your look to your side. "Surely, you didn't run around on errands for Jean, did you?" Kaeya was not dumb so keeping secrets was really hard. You chuckle as a response, not giving him a direct answer.

Then, just as you were in sight of the tavern, Kaeya looks at you with confusion reflecting his eyes. Before he could ask, you tug him along until you were at the foot of the door. He stares at you with a raised brow. "Go inside," you urge, failing to hide the excitement in your tone, eyes, and smile.

Kaeya did as told and opens the door. "Surprise!" The people inside greets with full enthusiasm. You entered soon after and stood beside him. "What, what is all this?" he asks and turns to you for the answer. "It's exactly what it looks like." You smiled. "Happy Birthday, Kaeya."

Kaeya was at a lost of words but you helped him with that by urging him on. The celebration lasted quite late into the night with full of chatter, laughter, eating, and drinking. Even Diluc was enjoying the party and you could see that Diluc's eyes were smiling at the sight of his brother enjoying the night.

After helping with the cleanup from the party, you and Kaeya went home. You were too exhausted but still had to change your clothes so you began to take of your shirt. A cold hand held your wrist before you could even have pulled on the shirt, stopping you from changing. "Kaeya?" you call his name in almost a whisper. His arms wraps around your waist and pulls you close to him, your back touching his chest. Heat soon rises from your face when you felt his breath near your ears. "K- Kaeya?" you call again, now stuttering.

"Thank you for today," he finally says. Smelling the alcohol from him, you could tell he drank too much that he was slightly drunk. "Um, it's no--" Your words were cut short when you felt his hands go underneath your shirt, causing shivers running down your spine and stiffening up.

"Relax. It's not like it's our first time doing it together," he whispers into your ears, which definitely did not help with your already warm face. "K- Kaeya, You're drunk. I, I think you should wash up and go to bed.."

"I can handle a little bit of alcohol." He chuckles and nibbles at one of your ears. Your breath hitches. "U-um, Kaeya, we shouldn't be doing this now," you managed to say through airy breaths, but Kaeya was Kaeya and he wasn't going to let a chance like this go to waste. "You know, I haven't received a gift from you yet.." he states. You could feel him smirk and at that moment, you knew you couldn't get out of what's to come.

"Why don't I receive it from you now?"

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║Kaeya║ Flirt

Requested from Wattpad.

Request description: Kaeya x flirty reader.

Gender-neutral reader.

Warning: Horrible, dirty jokes. Mature audience!!

Word count: 500+

All rights reserved.

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Kaeya Alberich- a gentleman in the eyes of the elderly as well as that of other citizens, or so they think. In fact, he was just a smooth talker that knows which buttons to push and strings to pull in order to manipulate someone. A charm that only he could do.. Well, along with another person.

That person could well charm the citizens, but they had their eyes set on a prey to bother with them. Kaeya sighs just thinking about that prey being him. Glancing at the clock, he knew that you would be entering the tavern real soon.

"Did it hurt?" A flirtatious voice spoke from behind just as he had predicted. The Cavalry Captain closes his eyes and takes hold of his glass, a smirk playing out on his lips. "What? Me falling from Celestia?" he questions, back still facing none other than you. "I can't say. I've never been dropped from there." He chuckles at his own response. "Do you want me to try it?"

You rest a hand on your hip and a sigh escape from your lips. "O' Kaeya, why can't you go along with me?" you ask and make your way over to the bar, sitting on the stool right next to his.

Kaeya just laughs. "Haha, well, you should try better." He looks at his almost empty glass before taking a sip of his drink. "Well then, why don't you teach me?" you half-heartedly joke.

"Oh? Me teach you? I'm not much of an expert in that," he said. "Not an expert of flirting or teaching?" you asked. "Both, I suppose."

You laughed. "Ah, don't pull that on me. Don't think I don't notice how you make people putty in your hands with your sweet words," you said, a suspicious glint goes unnoticed by the ever keen captain. "Oh? Calling me manipulative now, are we?"

"Maybe.. Why don't you try to use that to bend me to your hearts content?" You wiggles your eyebrows, making Kaeya laugh, drinking that last couple of liquid in his cup. "You're very naughty, (Y/N)." He leans closer, face just inches from yours. "Let's see how much naughtier you are in bed."

You admit, you were certainly caught by surprise but regained your composure. "This may be a coincidence, but my bed just happened to be broken-- why don't we use yours." You press a hand on his chest. Now you two were really close. He was eyeing your lips with a smirk, knowing that you were doing the same as well, and probably have some thoughts.

However, that little moment was soon over when a certain someone came to disrupt it. "Ahem. Sorry to ruin the moment, but I think you guys should take this outside. The tavern is closing for the night."

You turn to look over the counter with a pout on your face. "Aw, Master Diluc, did you really have to do that?" Diluc crosses his arms over his chest, clearly not amused at the sight of you two being cheesy.

"As I said, the tavern is closing," he repeated. Kaeya looks at his brother and stood up. "Well, I guess this is where we part ways for tonight. I must say, you did excellent in tonight's attempt," he comments, heading for the door before stopping to look over at you two. "I'll be the first to go. Bye now."

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I just realized that I don't have any SRs or SSRs with Ruggie bby.. •-•

Also, I can upgrade Lilia to 85?? When did I--

THIS. ^

Sorry, I'm just baffled at the same thought of this anonymous person and it kinda hurts me.. Since.. Well.. I'm 4'9-- mind you I am a young adult-- and don't seem to be growing anymore (I've been 4'9 since 5th grade tough). :')

Am I going to be deemed as a child for the rest of my life because of my height?

Do people on twitter don't realize short adults exist👁👁

LITERALLY LIKE I HAVENT GROWN AT ALL SINCE 8TH GRADE AND IM GONNA BE IN MY 2ND YEAR OF COLLEGE SOON 😭😭

║Scaramouche║Mr. Short

Requested from Wattpad.

Warning: Usage of foul language (I mean, we're talking about Scaramouche here).

Male reader as requested.

Fluff.

Word count: 1.1k

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"Haha, is it in your family blood or did you just not eat your veggies?" The eleventh Harbinger, Tartaglia, laughs mockingly at the height difference between himself and the sixth Harbinger, Scaramouche.

Scaramouche clicked his tongue and turns his head away, crossing his arms in full displeasure. "Hey, hey, Pedrelino, take a look at this guy!" He calls on over, waving his hands as he beckons you closer with one hand while his other rested upon Scaramouche's hat. Yes, one of your a great many alias was Pedrelino. That being said, yes, you were a Harbinger.

Scaramouche's face flared red in anger. "Grr, cut that out you fucking bastard!" he growls, shooing the ginger's hand away which just pushed Tartaglia to mock him even more, all the while laughing.

"What are you going to do? Punch my face? I'd like to see you try," he laughs, clutching his stomach as he tries to take it down a notch.

Scaramouche glares at him, jaws tightening as well as his fist. Without warning, Scaramouche kicks the eleventh right on his reproductive system hard. Tartaglia's eyes widened as he stiffened up before falling onto the floor whilst clutching his part, groaning. "No, but I can do that," Scaramouche spat, glaring eyes hovering the taller male.

He walks away from the groaning male and to you. "Uh, Scara, you know you could've killed him." You chuckled forcefully as small beads of sweat trickle down your forehead.

"That was my plan." He clicks his tongue, taking one more look at the eleventh. "Too bad he didn't." More sweat went down your head, but said nothing and gave him a forced, close-eyed smile.

"Then, should we go now?" you asked, changing the topic. He silently nods and the two of you left the place where Harbingers would group up, leaving the ginger aching on the floor.

It wasn't anything strange for you to hang around Scaramouche. In truth, you two were lovers. Surprising as it sounded, it was a fact that not even the Fatui diplomats could avoid.

How did someone as cruel as Scaramouche, ended up with you, someone who is completely the opposite and more outgoing than he was? That was one if the great mysteries of Teyvat and the only ones who knew the answer to that was you and Scaramouche.

"Master Pedrelino!" A Fatui underling calls your name in a rush, drawing your attention to your side. "Hm? What is it?" you ask. The diplomat looks to short male beside you who was glaring at them. "Sir, I've been sent with a message by the Tsaritsa about your mission," they said, gulping back a lump in their throat under Scaramouche's gaze.

"Oh? Could you hold onto that until tomorrow?" you said all the while smiling. "But, sir, the Tsaritsa.." the diplomat trails. "The Tsaritsa is important, yes, but I'm about done with my fair share of work today," you reminded them kindly that it was literally time to go home and have dinner.

"Ah, my apologies, Master Pedrelino. I have forgotten the time. Please, pardon me of my rudeness," they said, bowing their head's down. You laughed it off, waving your hand in front of you in small motions as a way to say that it was fine. "It's alright, you're just doing your job. Anyway, I'm sure you're dying to go home too, yes?"

"A, ah, yes, I am. Then, have a good night, sir, and you too, Master Scaramouche." The diplomat quickly leaves, your smile not dropping from your face at the retreating figure. "Tch. Look at how loose your subordinates are, (Y/N)," Scaramouche comments, calling you by your name now that you two were done with work, "This is all because of your carefree ruling."

You chuckle. "Well, if I were to scare them, they would apply to be moved to another Harbinger and then we wouldn't get anything done for the Tsaritsa just like a little somebody," you teasingly comment. He clicks his tongue. "They are fine under my ruling," he said, referring to his subordinates, and crossed his arms while looking somewhere else.

You chuckled and place a hand on his hat. "Whatever you say, shorty." "Has Tartaglia rub his filth on you? Do you want me to go back and kick him again?" He glares. "Haha, no need. I'm sure you'll kill him for sure." You dismiss his serious tone. "I was planning on it."

Not wanting to actually make him turn around to kill the brunette, you stayed silent until you two got home. "Anything you want for dinner?" you ask, making your way to the kitchen as soon as you stepped inside. "No," he simply answers, taking of his ridiculously large hat and setting it down on the living room's sofa.

"Okay. Wash up and come back down, I'll have dinner ready by then," you said, soon hearing him go upstairs after a quick 'okay' from him. As promised, dinner was ready and the two of you ate whilst enjoying a nice conversation.

You joined him in your shared bedroom shortly after you showered, getting under the blankets with him. "What are you reading?" you ask, crawling on top of him-- encaging him between your arms and closing your eyes, sighing. "A book," he answers blandly. You chuckled. "I know that it's a book. What is the book about?"

"A person," he answers, yet again in a bland tone, eyes glued boredly onto the pages. "Wow, that totally sums it up," you huffed. "If you want to know, you can read it after," he said. You smiled. "No, I'm good."

A comfortable silence was shared between you two and the only sounds to be heard was the rustling of pages being turned and his loud heartbeat that was right beside your ears.

Slowly, your eyelids fell heavy, the sound of his rhythmic heartbeat lulling you to sleep. Soon, you fell asleep. Scaramouche continued on, not realizing that you had fallen asleep until he finished the book.

"Huh, (Y/N)?" He looks down to see you sleeping. His brows furrow in disbelief and places the book on the bedside table.

He tried to nudge you off of him, but you were simply a much bigger man than he was. He sighs and with nothing to do about his situation, he slid his body underneath you.

Actually, he didn't mind the added warmth, but he rather not be caught dead with you on top of him, although most already know of your relationship. He just awkward, let's be frank.

He takes a glance at your face and every little detail of it-- your long eyelashes that would flutter once in a while whilst you dream, your nose, and lips. The sigh that left his lips soon after sounded irritated, but really, he wasn't. Not one bit.

To prove it, a small smile tug the corner of his lips and whispered, "Good night."

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Yes, of course! ^^