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✎ Marius x Reader

✎ Tags: fluff, headcanons, gn! reader

: ̗̀➛ Manger’s/Author’s note: I want to cherish him yet I want to give him a hard verbal smacking- anyways I hope enjoy cute headcanons of dear boy Mr. Von Hagen (´｡• ω •｡`) ♡

But I could be your crush, like, throw you for a rush, like Hoping you’d text me so I could tell you I been thinking ‘bout your touch like Touch, touch, touch, touch, touch I could be your crush, crush, crush, crush, crush

Marius, who takes up little habits from you, some intentional, some that he doesn’t even notice till you point it out. Like how you rest you head on your hand either flat or balled into a fist or how you raise your pinky when you sip your tea. He’s laughs it off, saying it might just be you ‘rubbing off’ him or it’s just a coincidence, a mini heart attack racing in his body when you saw him getting the exact same thing as you at a coffee shop yesterday, from the grounded beans to the add-ons to the desert. 

warnings: mention of alcohol (not really??? but better safe than sorry)

other musings: i wrote this on a whim like, two weeks ago??? at around 1 or 2 in the morning. was a nice xiao brainrot while it lasted. no this doesn't mean i'm not obssessed with him anymore yikes

...drunken confessions with xiao.

xiao has seen a lot in his lifetime, but this was truly a first. if it hadn't been for his fast reflexes, you probably would've dropped face first to the ground. fortunately, you stumble into his arms (quite literally) instead.

he catches you with ease, gaze stern, ready to chastise you for such reckless behavior when all of a sudden you blurt out— “i looooove youu!!”, a cute dazed smile on your face that makes his heart skip a beat (he’ll never admit it).

of course, he doesn't believe you, ignoring the ache in his chest when he convinces himself it's the mere effect of intoxication— until you say them for the second time. “xiao? hey, xiao??” you coo, poking his cheek while he carries you bridal style, “tevyat to xiao???”. he grumbles out a grumpy ‘what’ and again, you say those three words.

again, he pays them no mind. what happened to you? he thinks.

he doesn't notice your hands reaching out to cup both his cheeks, and he nearly jumped at the sudden contact. “xiao, look at me,” you stared into his amber pupils, “i love you.”

for the third time, he doesn't say anything, and your patience was running thin, an irritated huff escaping you. “why won't you say it back??”

because i know you do not mean it, he dreads, not trusting his mouth, opening the door to your room. he hears you gasp, rather dramatically if he may add. “is it because you don't believe m—”

“get some rest,” he cuts you off, laying your form down on the bed. he turns to leave, only to be stopped by a hand on his wrist.

he lets out a sigh. “let g—”

it was his turn to not finish his sentence, feeling a strong tug and all of a sudden, a pair of lips were on his. they lasted for about two seconds before you pulled away first, leaving a blank-minded adeptus by the bedside.

he barely registers what you say next, which happened to be “there. now you've gotta believe me!”, followed by a yawn and a “alrighty. g’night, xiao.”

he stays frozen for a whole minute, only breaking out of his shock when a certain ginger decides to visit, his arrival marked by the sound of boots on wood.

“yo, (y/n)! did my ‘encouragement’ work? have you confessed—”

he stops after sensing the sudden oppressive, maybe even slightly murderous aura, which he soon realizes is coming from right in front of him, in the form of a masked spearman.

for the first time in a long, long while, the eleventh harbinger feels genuinely threatened.

“whoa there, buddy. i don't mean any harm. we can just, uh, talk about this, yeah?”

oh, they're gonna talk alright. the only reason xiao hasn't aimed for tartaglia’s neck is because he doesn't want to disturb your peaceful slumber.

❝ xiao + dandelion ❞

pairing: xiao/reader

genre: fluff, hurt/comfort?

summary: dandelion | faithfulness, power, hope, granted wishes

warnings: none

the night was young and beneath the shade of trees that danced to the merry tune of the gentle wind were happy faces dining and sharing the beautiful moment that now came infrequently from long, busy days of toil. a day of celebration — a night to revel in the euphoria brought by love. to many, it was the perfect night.

but xiao couldn't disagree more. situated in the shadowed corner of the balcony, he waited — staring aimlessly with brooding, amber eyes that were dim both from inner turmoil and passing shadows. a sight to behold from afar, a picture-perfect image for historians to marvel at but one wouldn't dare approach because his deep frown and tense shoulders were telling enough of his unwillingness to participate in chitchat.

he liked to think it was because of concern but he knew the grotesque knots in his heart far better than anyone else. this time, his thoughts were flung far away from karmic debt and closer to... insecurity. the word made him scoff in disbelief. an adeptus was feeling... insecure? blasphemous! a comment like that would only warrant a guillotine execution if those fictional books you read were anything to go by.

黑白 (宮 侑)

your life is like the black and white panels in a manga, until a certain someone dyed his vivid colours into yours

5190 words

past highschool, present post timeskip, nostalgic themes(?), tiny enemies to lovers trope, theme revolves around unconfessed love until years later

a reuploded request from an anon-then-now-my-friend! <3 not edited

Monochrome. Your life was like the black and white pages in a manga; dull and neutral. There was nothing special about you, for the most part, you were ordinary.

At some point, almost every girl would like a colourful romance. One with blooming roses, scintillating sparkles and handsome young men. Topped off with promises of abiding love and vibrant days filled with never ending mirth.

However, you never pursued it, nor did it find you, and that was alright. Besides, what was the point of heart throbbing ardour if it were all to come to an inevitable end?

songs that make us want to fall in love. 

in 1.3k words.

tags angst to fluff, mentions of physical contact, gn! reader, reader is not traveler.

Several years ago, he met a golden-haired traveler accompanied by a small, pixie-like girl who berated him for how silly his love letter sounded. He didn’t mean for them to read it, but he wanted them to hold on to the letter as he fought off several Treasure Hoarders that came across their pathway onto Liyue Harbor, where he was to send the letter off into your hands. By the time he returned to the two, the letter remained unscathed just as he was, only being short of breath for just a few seconds. 

“We read your love letter,” the pixie stated, almost like it was a taunt. The traveler beside her didn’t say much except that it was written nicely, that to whomever it was being written would understand him completely, to feel as he felt. Childe gave his warmest thanks. 

“Hey!” she exclaimed, hands on her hips, “I thought it was pretty cheesy. I mean, it started out like…

with miya atsumu. in 0.6k words. tags kinda fluff, kinda angst, unrequited love, lots of intimate touching but nothing suggestive, he kisses u once.

He’s always known you to have a faraway look in your eyes.

Days on end, as the two of you studied side by side, he’d catch you looking out the window, and it seemed like you were looking for something. There wasn’t a certain focus in your eyes, as if you were scrutinizing the area for the treasure, but it was as if you tried to imagine yourself out there, running far, far away from where you currently were. Your eyes weren’t bored; they weren’t uninterested, but the longer you stared outside the window had him believing you were bored of your life. 

So, he asks you about it one day, to which you respond with, “There isn’t anything I’m looking for in particular. It’s… a certain happiness.” 

He doesn’t understand. “What do you mean, exactly? Are you not happy?”

“No, no, I am,” you deny. “I just think that I’m missing the one thing that’s truly making me happy, you know?” 

LMAO 🤣🤣🤣

i uhhh i got no words for this

Loooooooooooool what the hell, probs him punishing me for being too horny all the time

okay but isn't this funny

i feel dirty

...

jumin’s are on the broader side. you can usually spot a couple of cat scratches or paper cuts here and there, not particularly soft, but not rough either. he’s almost always holding tension in them, so they get pretty veiny. subconsciously flexes them out of habit, or rubs his palms to get rid of the ache that can sometimes grow there. your favorite thing is watching him pet elizabeth, he’s so gentle and soft with her that it melts your heart. he carries that same softness whenever he touches you, one of the only times his hands fully relax is when he’s running them up and down your arms, maybe even holding your face in his palm. he likes to rest his hand on your thigh or run his fingers through your hand idly while doing paperwork. his hands are cold most of the time, not icy, but the chill is still noticeable. he has steady hands and a good grip. he likes to wear rings whenever he gets the chance, gothic style ones especially. when the vampire that he invited had come to the rfa party, jumin was obsessed with all his fancy rings. he usually has his hands crossed over his lap, and he doesn’t talk with them often. a wave of the hand to employees is most all you’ll get.

zen has soft soft soft hands. spends a lot of money on lotions and salves, so when he touches you it feels like genuine silk. not super lanky, but not broad either. they're just… very even and pretty. has a very tiny dusting of blood freckles on his knuckles, but you’d have to look closely to notice them. probably hand models in his free time. fluid motions whenever he uses them, it’s nice to watch the way his hands move especially while he’s acting. he holds a lot of passion in his hands while he preforms, it’s like they tell a story of their own. you like to hold your palm against his, twirling and twisting your hands around at random. he loves to run the backs of his knuckles down your jawline before placing down gentle kisses there, while telling you how much he loves you. he wears jewellery whenever he’s feeling it, likes a lot of different kinds too, wears fashion rings most of the time. his hands are on the warmer side, so if you’re cold all you need to do is hold his hands for a few minutes and then bam, you’re all nice and cozy again. his hands are usually in his pocket, playing around with a pack of cigarettes, or resting at his side.

yoosung’s hands aren’t particularly soft, but they aren’t exactly rough either. on the shorter side compared to everyone else too. his touch is still so gentle and comforting, especially whenever it comes to you. he holds your hand tight and tells you how much you mean to him, it feels safe and secure, he feels like home. his hands are insanely hot all the time, even when it’s cold outside, so he’s like your own personal little heater. has a barely visible coat of freckles over his knuckles and a few scars here and there, faded now but still noticeable. most of them are from cooking accidents, some from cats. he likes to run his fingers through your hair, or up and down your arms. in the middle waiting on game lobbies he’ll hold your hand, running his thumb across your skin with a smile. you like to watch as he plays video games sometimes, his hands get so tense during tough matches, so you help him massage out the tension when he’s done. he gets horrible shaky hands whenever he gets really nervous. doesn’t wear rings or anything, doesn’t like the way they feel, but he does like bracelets. has a matching bracelet with you that he wears pretty much all the time. he talks with his hands a lot, but when he’s idle, they're shyly tucked away in his pocket, fiddling with his thumbs in front of him, or crossed over his chest.

jaehee’s are soft, she uses a lot of hand sanitizer so there’s almost always some lotion at her side, her hands are silky and smooth because of that. not as much as zen’s, but still close. she gets a lot of papercuts is the only thing, but besides that her hands are overall smooth, shorter nails, she has a nail biting problem, and she’s a lesbian!! 🗣 so she prefers them that way. she taps her fingertips on things whenever she’s thinking. her hands are warm, not hot, but it’s comfortable and cozy whenever she holds your own. she likes to run her fingers up your wrists, leaving little kisses behind the trail. cups the side of your face with a big smile while telling you how much she loves you, running her thumb across your cheek. like jumin, holds tension in her hands so they have a tendency to ache sometimes. she holds them together or rubs them when she’s nervous. if she's still working under jumin no, she doesn’t wear jewelry or nail polish often. the most you’ll find is ink stains on the sides of her hand. but in the coffee shop she’ll start to explore more, finds she likes dainty little rings and neutral polishes. she talks with her hands when she gets excited or when she’s really into talking about a topic. her hands are usually busy tapping a table or holding something most of the time.

seven has some long lanky hands, we’ve seen his hacker fingers. a mix between broad and lanky. they aren't delicate and soft, but not bulky either. his hands are hot, like absolute furnace level hot. he gets sweaty palms easily. he has a rather rough touch, but not at all bad, it feels like saeyoung if that makes sense. he likes to squish your cheeks between his hands, run his fingers down your palms, warm your hands up in his own. a little rough when he touches you, kind of when you see something really cute and you get all tense and you just wanna shake it around, he has that with you sometimes. he has really short nails, some scars scattered around as well, a few burn marks from his childhood. he has a ton of freckles all over his knuckles especially in the summer. shakes his hands around for awhile whenever they get sore, which is often due to his job. steady hands and grip. he wears jewelry while in cosplay, besides that not very often. but he does paint his nails when he feels up to it or is bored, which is more often. probably did dick decals once because he thought it was the pinnacle of humor. talks with his hands heavily, very animated while he speaks. when he’s not using them they’re usually in the pockets of his hoodie, or busy annoying someone. pokes saeran’s cheeks which earns him a slap of the hand in return.

jihyun has the prettiest hands, lanky but sturdy. no shakiness at all, steadiness of an artist, but when he gets nervous, emotional, or has caffeine, they do shake pretty bad. super soft and silky, and like zen, his hands are very fluid and lovely to watch as he works, especially while he’s painting. surprisingly warm hands, never hot, but they're comfortable and cozy. he does get cold very easily though, so you’ll have to help him warm up on occasion. his touch is gentle and careful, touches everything like it’s art, especially you. he’ll trace your skin with his fingers, leaving kisses in their wake. he always touches you so softly, like you’re glass or the finest of arts. he likes to “paint” your skin with his fingertips sometimes. he holds his own hand and rub them together when he’s feeling anxious. he has well kept nails, he’ll wear nail polish if you want him to hehe wears rings but only with meaning. has matching rings with you and jumin. bracelets sometimes too, the cute woven ones. but again, they need meaning for him. you can normally find paint stains scattered across his hands. he talks with his hands very gently, it’s not super animated and fast like seven, it’s slow and calm. his hands are usually kept behind his back, or loosely at his sides.

saeran’s are very pale and almost translucent. blue veins, cherry fingertips, red knuckles. they’re big like seven’s but a little skinnier. surprisingly they’re insanely soft, he doesn’t use anything for that, it’s just natural. his freckles are much more faded than saeyoung’s, he has some scars, more burn marks than his brother does. he’s incredibly insecure about his hands, so he’ll pull his hoodie down to cover most of the skin there. freezing cold most of the time, he has bad circulation. so he loves when you hold your hand within his, running your fingers down his own, kiss his knuckles and whisper “pretty.” when you look at them. while he’s not sure he believes you, it still means a lot to him. he likes to trace things you’re insecure about and whisper “pretty” back. his nails are short, he bites them from anxiety a lot. you suggest painting them so he won’t bite them as often, at first he’s not sure, but quickly finds that he really likes the way that looks. prefers when you paint his nails though, claims he doesn’t know how to do it, but he does. he just likes being close to you. very shaky all the time, doesn’t have a steady grip. he’ll only wear rings that you get for him. doesn’t talk with his hands unless he’s really excited about something, almost all of the time they’re in the pocket of his hoodie, or intertwined with your own.

elizabeth the third’s hands are the softest out of the entire rfa, so soft that even zen can’t compete. warm and cozy, but can be painful when shes hard at work making the meanest batch of muffins you ever did see directly on top of your stomach. watch out. looks cute, but still deadly. when jumin’s walking past the couch she’ll stick her paw out and take a swipe at his leg when he’s even a minute later past feeding time. rolls all cutesy if she does manage to draw some blood, because she knows absolutely no one, not even zen, could stay mad at a face like that for too long /ᐠ｡‸｡ᐟ\!

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