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[yuyuhe1]

hey guys i made a meme to reflect the state i've been in since the xdinary heroes cb hope you like it

[yuyuhe1]

I want your midnights

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Summary: it’s late at night, and you find yourself deep in school work. Luckily, your best friend offers to keep you company, but is he really just a friend?

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Characters: Kaedehara Kazuha, Xiao, Scaramouche/wanderer, Albedo x gn! reader.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Word count: 1.8k words.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Cw: friends to lovers, confessions, college au.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Author’s note: huge thanks to my dearest friend @bunny-rambles for reading this beforehand. I’m so, so glad you liked the little details !

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˗ˏˋ ꒰ Kaedehara Kazuha

A call of your name awakens you for the thousandth time tonight.

With eyes droopy, and the shadow of a yawn on your lips, you sit a little straighter.

He always makes your heartbeat quicken, after all.

Kazuha. Your best friend, everyone’s favorite boy in campus and the one you’ve fallen for.

“Exhausting yourself like that is no good, hummingbird.”

As if that damned childhood nickname wasn’t enough, his hands move to your shoulders, making you start.

You clear your throat. Then, slumping over your desk, you mumble:

“I have to finish this tonight, Kazuha. The due date’s tomorrow.”

Yet your words seem to contradict your actions, for your lashes unavoidably flutter closed.

Momentarily, the words in front of you disappear, replaced by warm sunsets behind your eyelids and the scent of coffee.

Kazuha chuckles, one of his hands moving to rest atop your troubled head.

“Here, drink this.” He murmurs, pushing a just made cup of coffee in front of you.

It’s your favorite.

With your cheek smushed against your crossed arms, you look up at him.

And you swear Kazuha’s smile alone is brighter than the thousands of glittery pinpricks visible through the window. His eyes are the sunset you’d like to walk into, and his hair reminds you of the moonlight under which you wish you could kiss him.

You love Kazuha. You want him. Not just as a friend.

Your mouth opens to thank him.

They say, there are occasions in which planets align to tie fated lovers by the threads of time that constellates every image in the firmament. The next statement to leave your lips would present a perfect example of it.

“I love you.” Spells itself in your own voice before you can process what you are saying. Then, a gasp leaves your lips, hands flailing to cover your face.

“W-wait no, that’s not…” his hand cupping your cheek makes all coherent sound die in your throat.

“That’s not what you meant?” He teases, finger pads smoothing over your cheekbones. “I would be saddened if that was the case, dove.” He whispers, platinum starlit strands tickling your forehead.

His breath fans your already heated face, those lips of his magnetizing, tempting.

You can’t hold back. And neither can he.

Your wish of kissing him in the moonlight becomes true tonight.

The coffee goes cold.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ Xiao

It’s already pitch dark when you hear him arrive.

As always, you run to the front door to open even before he’s had time to pull his motorcycle helmet off.

“Xiao!” you exclaim, somehwere between excitement and surprise. “You actually came!” Your words muffle against his shoulder, where your face has decided to nuzzle into.

You fail to notice it, but his cheeks are the same pink of the cherry blossoms you liked to use to make flower crowns for him.

“Of course I did. I already told you, didn’t I? That if you need anything, call. Besides, it’s not the first time we’ve hung out at 3 am.” He huffs, golden eyes averted to the side.

“Yeah but we meet up to game or watch movies, not because of some lame essay.” You whine.

Xiao exhales, exasperation overpowered by his growing smile.

“Come on, let’s go inside before you catch a cold.” He urges, hand hovering over the small of your back, not quite daring to touch you.

Yet that little gesture alone is enough for the chill of the night to be forgotten, knees going weak, heart wildly spreading untamed fiery butterflies through your bloodstream.

“[Y/n], come on, focus.” Your friend urges yet again. Your gaze is lost in the teal colored ink of the swirling pattern tattooed on Xiao’s right arm. Since he got it when you two had barely graduated high school, you’ve always seemed entranced by it.

“Incomprehensible.” Is what he used to say, every time your fingertips ghosted over the intricate lines. But the carmine that painted on his cheeks confirmed his true feelings.

He really liked it, he likes it, your touch.

He likes you.

“But I’m tired…” you complain, absentmindedly, pads caressing his arm. Gosh, Xiao hopes you don’t notice the shivers and goosebumps you cause on him.

Playfully, the boy softly bonks you on the head with the stack of papers you have to memorize.

“You should sleep, then.” He points out. “I’ve told you you shouldn’t stay up so late.”

“Says you!” You smirk, squeezing his arm, gaze momentarily lost in his molten honey eyes. “Besides, I like you.”

A gasp leaves your mouth at the same moment scarlet creeps up Xiao’s neck, expanding through his cheeks to the tip of his pierced ears.

“S-sorry! I mean, I like this, hanging out with you, at night. Because it’s with you, so it’s fun and I like yo- it.” You bring a hand to your forehead. “Actually, I’m making it worse… What I mean to say i-”

Anything else you might have wanted to add goes unsaid.

No more words are needed anyway, not when Xiao’s lips smash against your own, making obvious any feeling concealed until now.

His hands find your hips, laying you down on the couch, as yours lose in the dark silky strands of his jade colored hair.

In the dim lighting, both his eyes and tattoo seem to glow, akin to fireflies headed only to you.

It’s dawn when your alarm clock goes off. As always, you hit snooze. But this time, you get to curl up in the embrace of your boyfriend for five more minutes.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ Scaramouche

“Wrong again.” Scaramouche sighs, for the nth time today. Why did he even decide to sign up to help you study will probably remain a mystery to him.

Well, not exactly a mystery, given he knows what he feels for you is past platonic at this point. But is he going to admit that to himself, let alone, to you?

Not if he has a say in the matter.

“Oh…” you mutter, gaze cast downwards, a pout Scaramouche shouldn’t be thinking of kissing off right now on your lips.

In an attempt to feign annoyance, Scaramouche huffs, taking the notebook from you to show you the right way to solve the exercise.

You try to concentrate on the homework, but, almost hypnotically, your eyes are drawn to your friend’s hands. The way his tendons and veins protrude every time his grip on the pen tightens; the apparent softness of their pristine skin; the pretty contrast of his black nail polish against the pallor of his complexion; the coolness of the silver rings he wears against your skin…

Wait. You shouldn’t be able to feel that.

His voice breaks anything resembling your possible line of thought.

His “What are you doing?” falls over you like a freezing rain in the dead of night.

Your eyes widen when you catch sight of your hand on top of Scaramouche’s free one, idly playing with his rings.

In your rush retracting it, you fail to notice the boy’s face lighting up in the same shade as his signature red eyeliner.

“I-I… Sorry.” You manage to squeak, your own face burning up, heartbeat loud in your ears.

“You… you didn’t listen to anything I said at all, did you?” He asks, eyes of midnight lit blooms averted to the side.

You shake your head, fiddling with your fingers over your lap. Gods, you wish the earth would swallow you right now.

He sighs, then:

“You are lucky I love you.”

Now it’s Scaramouche’s turn to wish he could be swallowed by the ground.

Wide eyed gazes cross in the room, both your heartbeats at a standstill, waiting for the tidal wave to either pass or break furiously.

“You-” “I-” You both start at the same time.

He frowns. You have to contain the grin lighting up your face in technicolor.

“Yeah, I like you, okay?” Scaramouche finally grumbles, dusk hyacinth gaze shadowed by the indigo stardust of his hair.

“What was that, Kuni?” You tease, all efforts to hide your smile flying out the window. “I don’t think I heard you.” You relish in the masterpiece in crimson that is his face, the haughty and proud Scaramouche at a loss for words.

“You… Get the next question right and maybe I’ll repeat it. Dummy.” He murmurs, his own lips curling to match the smiling moon in the starry sky.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ Albedo

Maybe, texting your friend (who you are very much in love with) begging him to keep you company tonight is proving to be completely and utterly unproductive. Whatever concentration you might have achieved is akin to snow illuminated in gilded rays, helplessly melting away every time your eyes land on his figure.

Calm, cool and collected, the picture perfect image of a golden prince. Albedo’s sunlit frozen lake eyes scan his own research papers, expression apparently phlegmatic and unaware of your shameless staring.

Yet, behind the beautiful portrait he exposes, mischief abounds, especially when it comes to you.

“Are you sure you’re working on your essay?” He asks, without tearing his gaze away from his work.

At his question, you start, the remains of the soda you were drinking almost spilling all over your laptop.

“O-of course I am!” You laugh nervously, trying to make sense of the last sentence you wrote. To no avail, for your eyes have decided to be ruled over by your heart tonight, unavoidably getting lost in the man sitting across from you.

“Is that so?” Albedo teases, leaning forward, chin resting in one of his hands. “Because I’d dare say,” he continues, teal gaze lighting up, lips curved in an all too knowing smirk. “Something else is getting your attention tonight.”

A few instants pass, with the world at a standstill, not even the exhales of your breath interrupting the enchanted tension of this moment.

“N-no, what?” You try for a laugh once again. “I-I’m totally focused on this essay. Yes, what else could be…”

You trail off, any remotely coherent utterances dying in your lips when Albedo’s knuckle wipes away from them stray droplets of your drink.

“You were saying?” He has the nerve to ask, sitting now beside you, head titled to the side, locks of blonde hair you wish to mess up as you kiss him breathless slightly falling in front of that devilishly pretty face of his.

“Y-you, I… You- You keep distracting me!” You sputter, finally, cheeks ablaze, breath labored when you try to down more of your energy drink down.

A hand resting atop the can you’re holding ceases your movements.

And when you look at him, Albedo’s eyes resemble northern lights in a not yet sunlit dawn, surrounded by the icy halo of his sky blue irises.

“Then, the feeling’s mutual.” He whispers, in the breathless millimeters separating you two. “May I?” Is the question your lips answer with a ‘yes’ when they meet his halfway.

Perhaps tonight wasn’t a waste at all, you would think to yourself, hours later, as you delicately caress Albedo’s jawline before falling into dreamy slumber by his side.

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H𝗘𝗘S𝗘𝗨NG 𝗔S Y𝗢𝗨R PR𝗢GR𝗔MM𝗘R BF!

✶ : 0.7k, hcs, programmer!heeseung & gn!reader, fluff, established relationship. ⚠ : kissing, pet names (babe), cuddling, mentions of food, ‘calling’ someone poopy pants (??). ੭ : i needed a break from programming for three hours straight <‘3

heeseung lets you sit on his lap while he reads and writes codes. he caresses your head softly with a hand, the other skillfully editing the symbols and functions. occasionally, he spins his chair to take a break, looping his arms around your waist. his lips travel from your shoulder to your neck, jaw, cheeks, and then lips, humming tiredly in satisfaction against them.

because he spends a lot of time in front of his bright computer screen, his eyesight eventually got bad. after visiting the eye doctor, he listened to your suggestions and got a new pair of round glasses. now, whenever you push up the frame that falls to the tip of his nose he smiles shyly, a crimson tint coating his ears. his doe eyes avert from yours and his fingers press the right button of his mouse repeatedly. heeseung also knows that he should call it a day when you carefully take them off his face.

hee only knows bits of html and css, but if you’re watching a boring online class he will appear by your side and snatch your laptop from your hands, laughing maniacally. despite your protests, he’s already opening the inspect window to change your teacher’s name to something dumb like “poopy pants”. he modifies the whole call — from your classmates’ questions in the chat (that now are quoting a random meme) to the class name (which, at the moment, is named “heestory”).

he does the most stupidly cheesy things for you and he’s not ashamed at all.

heeseung once created a python program in five minutes and yelled “babe, come see what i did!” from his room. you thought he’d show you a complex project, but it was just a white page with “how much % of the day do you think about lee heeseung?” written in the middle.

you tried typing out numbers smaller than 10 to joke around with him, only for a message to pop up:

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GENSHIN + YOU‘RE MY SPECIAL FRIEND

— ꒰ including ꒱ — albedo, ayato, kazuha, scaramouche, heizou x fem! reader

— ꒰ warnings ꒱ — [ex]plicit, fem! reader, friends w benefits, secret relationship, mentions of 'good girl' in albedos part

— ꒰ ALBEDO ꒱

as someone as occupied in his own research as albedo regularly was, you on the other hand, his assistant, would bend all of your own needs and time in order to be available whenever he required your cooperation.

if you had not allowed yourself to fall victim to his natural charms, his bewitching eyes and way of speech, you'd surely detest an unprofessional relationship as the two of you were currently involved in between each other.

despite the judgment of your rational voice, you'd never ditch the chance to taste his tongue on your sizzling cunt whenever he urged you to lay down on his desk, aptly licking his hungry lips while you're opening your legs like a good, clever girl so he can suitably grind his mouth into your pussy.

"aah— albedo, wait!" you whine with a lilt of unlimited longing fizzling in your lower belly, "break time is almost over." your hand smoothed over his silky locks when he pulled his head up from in between your quivering thighs, casually sweeping your slick off his mouth with his sleeve.

"it is certainly lively outside." he's pointing out the loud chatters and noises from behind the door while leaving his eyes to skim through the empty room.

"but i do not hear any footsteps." he notes and no matter how often you'd spend time with your boss, who was also the guy who'd fuck you silly each night, you never got him figured out once.

you only nod in agreement and despite aiming at the obvious— it being the shortened time the both of you had left, albedo did not falter to lower his lips back on your puffy cunt, the rough tip of his tongue bordering precise strokes on your pussy, pulling at your folds.

"fuck—" you're arching your spine off the cold table, "right there!" and it made you feel barer, more open for him to have a better play on your weeping cunt, after all, for albedo your tasty slick felt like honey dropping down on his wet muscle, "faster!"

his face was solidly pressed in between your clamping thighs, you almost felt a bit silly by how riled up he had gotten you by now, how his mouth rolled up and down your naked core while wholly glazing his cheeks with your gooey slick.

albedo doesn't care, it's natural in his eyes. your liquids, he wanted to swallow it all.

the slight concern of time running out on you was erstwhile buried into the deepest corners of your brain, how could it not when he was that bloody good at this. and you love it, always do always will.

— ꒰ AYATO ꒱

there's not much to say when it comes to the quite, lets say, special— as well as riveting relationship that ayato and you were in.

he has devised your visits strategically and added them onto his active work life, it almost felt like he had someone else to formulate all your meetings together— since they had always been perfectly appended to each of your own doings.

ayato was readjusting his body on top of yours, determinedly delving your legs into your chest as he loomed over you with keen eyes.

"does it feel good when i do that?" you can feel his breath against your lips when he wiggled his hips a little deeper into your core, "or that?" fuck, you almost wanted to shove him into the mattress yourself and ride him mindless but you couldn't, not when he was that good at taking the lead.

"y— yes!" the sudden switch in his strokes drowned the words in your throat, and though his ruts weren't fast, they were all the more deeper and precise, battering each and every drumming blotch in your warm tingling insides.

"what a shame that i can only meet you like this."

his sentence was sudden— and a bit cheesy, you weren't sure if you had imagined it in the heat of the moment. "wha— what?"

your fingers slowly ran up from his shoulders to his sharp jawline when you cradled his left cheek to make him look at you, but ayato didn't speak nor elaborate on his words, even when you asked him once more.

rather did he now indulge in your soft hand on his face, your touch seemed so loving and felt so warm, a weak whine spilling like a subdued chime into your ears. He placed his lips on top of yours and soothed your trembling thighs with slow, benign circles.

every raw drag of his imposing girth had your hole insatiably clench down on him, you could feel your core jammed of his cock, crying out his name which would always fill him with great pride.

it was all the way exhilarating when he began to control your body, bit by bit, when his cock fiercely rubbed all the squealing words out of your straining throat.

his thrusts are calculated, relentless in their sweet ministrations. He eyed the white liquid around his girth when he pulled his cock out— but leaving his tip in, observing how you stammered after each beg, pouted your lips so he'd fill you up again.

— ꒰ KAZUHA ꒱

kazuha was an independent human being who had always dreamed of traveling all across the various nations of teyvat and taking in its beauty.

there was so much to admire about him, really.

however, it wasn't as if he didn't ever think about entering a serious relationship with someone, the thought clearly didn't put him off or anything because if he ever so desired it, it'd be with no other than you.

yet right now, the little thing you both had going on was more than enough in his eyes.

"ah—" he's awkwardly clearing his throat when he noticed your lips tightly seal around his flushed tip, "you're quite impatient tonight." he notes, after all you had him breathless under you, words failing to be spoken out by him when he greeted you with a gentle smile instead.

you're confidently latching onto his cock and turning his body to nothing but jelly while you're gingerly suckling into the sensitive skin.

your fingers travelled from his stiff length to his balls, holding them in your palm. You're toying with kazuha, tracing little heart shapes over his skin when you retorted back in abruptly sliding him down your warm mouth, impatiently gushing around his girth.

kazuha feels your tongue again and his mind rewires, he was squirming and gripping the damp sheets under him, watching you hide his cock in your mouth, over and over, your dainty hand carefully pummeling his balls to add to the coil forming in his belly.

"mhh—" you're humming while looking nothing but innocent, curling your tongue around the rough edges of his cock. You can feel him poke into your throat and how the corners of your lips shimmered with his arousal.

that combining curl, of your corked, pretty lips sloppily guzzling his pre while you're hollowing your cheeks to have it your way, to have his mind corrupted and mind wrapped around the tip of your finger.

kazuha was a thimbleful away to his striking release and he didn't wanted to waste it, not tonight when you've been so good to him, instead he longed to cum all over your burning throat and cover your flesh with a treacly, milky white.

— ꒰ SCARAMOUCHE ꒱

that little gasp you always let out whenever scaramouche first jostled his erect cock past your entrance, one inch— and another, while his middle finger meticulously outlined the contours of your smoldering clit.

could it be due to the fact that you barely saw him as it was? maybe that‘s what made the alluring mischiefs between you both all the more exciting to begin with.

scaramouche only ever decided to come over at your place whenever he had gotten a bit too frustrated over the weeks, maybe angry, as well as bored or (which mostly was the case) all three of those combined into one big flock of rustling emotions.

"what‘s wrong?" he’s phony to you, he likes how you roll your eyes whenever he’s a brat to you on purpose.

his spoken words too, had a hidden meaning behind them, but it didn‘t feel bad, the passion was there and so was the rest of the affection— a fervor he had been put out on sight for you.

"m— more please." the shadow of his eyes made you shudder, his looks alone had you in a chokehold— in a daze of refined elation.

those two words you had spelled out, but the way you said it, lewd and between vicious cries, it had scaramouche heavily burn into his own pride, because he needed that confirmation from you.

"oh, really now?" he clicks his tongue, "but of course, anything you want."

his arms hug around your head when he continued to pistole his length into you, turn the swollen, thick tip of his cock further into your hole and send it pummeling through your mushy skin.

you were comfortable under him and pressed your face into his shoulder, your mouth slacked and your throat clamped together. If you did try to sob or squeal at him now, it‘ll sting, so so much you just wanted to tell him how great he fucked you right now and how you deserved to cum already.

at another harsh blow of his hips, the noises of your little pussy grew mushy and wet— the whole thing was disgustingly ravenous and you felt it all, each rill and curve of his cock, thighs clamping down on either side of him when he growled out at the heavy tightness.

how dare you feel so fucking good and how dare your walls clung on his girth him like that? as if you're actually made for him and only him.

"fuck— fuck." his body reacted on its own and he growls at your constricting hole, shoving his face into your neck to hide his— in his words, embarrassing expression, "you better stop doing that!"

— ꒰ HEIZOU ꒱

shikanoin heizou to you, was like a chocolate bar in the fridge, you can take it out whenever you wanted and put it right back where it belonged the second you had satisfied your cravings.

he's nothing but a convenience, something you never quite believed was for you to find him more than just alluring, he was a menace and almost instantly, when his rough hands polish over your skin, your back arches into his sweltering touch.

everything simply felt like it was way too much, you were barely able to seethe of the heftiness on heizou's cock in you.

you hiccup in midst your own wordings, more when he suddenly began to pinch your little clit in step with his thrusts, again and again— you feel hot and throbbing, it stung when he lightly twirled the flesh in between his finger tips.

"heizou— heizou!" the force of his hammering into you had you clamp your hands against his back, your nails scratching alongside the outlines of his burning muscles.

you thought you were certainly going to end up mindless by the realization of his skin meeting your own way faster— better and all the more precise.

"i can't hear you." he coos, noticing how you're clenching down, muscles tensing and then letting go, again, your puffy clit shimmering with your own arousal. "you're doing too— too much."

heizou gave your clit a couple thumps with his hand, smacking the smoldering flesh, not too hard, he actually just wanted to see how you'd react.

now after his words, his intrusion into you had been lowered, slow, painfully slow but wasn't that what you wanted? even if you were to say to him to pick up the pace again, he wouldn't do it, because you lost your privileges to order him around.

because you see, heizou was letting you feel everything now— he's leaving his cock inside, listening to your strangled moans of his name when you sobbed at every vein, jump of his curves and scream when he almost bottomed out again.

"what's the matter? i'm doing what you say." he purrs and muffles himself into your neck to have his lips on the same height as your ear.

"but you can always beg me to go faster, maybe i'll listen."

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xiao, scaramouche, kaedehara kazuha, xingqiu, kiana kaslana, elysia, bronya zaychik, danheng, yanqing, serval, kafka, shiraishi an, akiyama mizuki, tenma saki, kamishiro rui, son hak, soowon, shin-ah, minamoto teru, kaneki ken, kurapika, fushiguro megumi, nagi seishiro, itoshi sae, akashi seijuro, akaashi keiji, noah wyknight, raeliana mcmillan, kayden break, kim dokja, khun aguero agnes, ihwa,

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"i'd choose you."

◇ characters ◇ zhongli, xiao, kazuha, al haitham, ayato, heizou, albedo, scaramouche, childe, diluc, kaeya, itto, gorou, thoma, tighnari, cyno

◇ tags ◇ fluff, you and [character] are so in love with each other it’s making me get cavities ouchies, hint of reincarnation!au in zhongli's ;)

◇ a/n ◇ wrote something similar to this in the past for a different fandom, but i love the prompt so much i had to do it again, this time with the genshin men <3

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

❝ 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮; 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐬, 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐈'𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮. ❞

albedo barely looks fazed at your sudden declaration, and although he gives you his usual calm smile, you can see the warmth in his clear eyes and the way he stares at you as if you’re the loveliest thing in teyvat (which, in his opinion, you are) “𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐢 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐞, 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.”

al haitham chuckles in amusement, as if he finds your words illogical - though you don't miss the redness that floods the tips of his ears that says otherwise. he brings your forehead closer until they touch, piercing greens staring right at your soul, “𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨? 𝐢’𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬.”

ayato’s eyebrows quirks up, a soft smile growing on his lips like freshly blooming camellias. he laughs under his breath before reaching out to your hand and intertwining your fingers in a tight, reassuring grip, "𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬.”

childe’s breath hitches - he was not expecting anything like that coming from you when you called his name. caught off guard, pink dusted his cheeks and he gives you a shy grin, a shy laugh, and a shy look as he brings up one of his hands, jutting the last of his fingers, eyes shining with hope, “𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞?”

cyno blinks and falls into a contemplative silence. you can hear the gears turning in his brain as he tries to deduce if he has to read further into your words, but one look at the determination in your eyes makes him break into a gentle smile, his arms pulling you close as he deposits a kiss between your brows, “𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧? 𝐢'𝐦 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢'𝐦 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫, 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝?”

diluc thinks he can combust into fire right then and now; it’s a struggle for him to remain composed, as the color of his face gradually shifts to match the color of his hair. in an attempt to preserve his dignity, he brings one hand to your cheek and gives you what he hopes is a suave smile (though from your perspective they look more like a lovesick grin), “𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝.”

gorou’s tail begins to do a 360 at maximum speed, it’s a wonder how he hasn’t flown off the ground by this point. his ears twitch and he shifts on his legs, hopeful green eyes searching for something in yours, “𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲? 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭? 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢-𝐢’𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮! 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫!”

heizou swiftly turns his momentary surprise into his signature teasing smirk. although, if you look closely enough his hands are slightly trembling as he cups your cheeks to plant a kiss onto your nose, “𝐦𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐨 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞~”

itto blinks and takes a while to process your words, but when he does, he replies to your confession with a massive grin and determined oni eyes, fangs bared as he flexes his muscles as if it’s something that will help him in his conquest to win your heart first (it probably will), “𝐨𝐡, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧?! 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 ‘𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢’𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧��� 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧!!”

kaeya chokes on his spit, eyes blinking rapidly as he stares at you. my, it seems that you’ve managed to catch him off guard by your sudden confession. the navy blue-haired cavalry captain clears his throat, his eyes gleaming, as he gives you a trembling grin and a laugh, before leaning your foreheads to each other, “𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭…. 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬, [𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞].”

kazuha smiles wider and closes his eyes to savor the happiness enveloping his chest. his hand seeks yours to place a loving kiss on the back of your palm, and his voice is just as filled with adoration, if not a tad breathless, “𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧, 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝.”

scaramouche rolls his eyes at your cheesy words and crosses his arms in mock irritation; just as he always does whenever you show him the slightest bit of affection at first. but his tone is far too soft and quiet when he replies, and he makes no attempt to move away when you pout and cling to him. “𝐡𝐦𝐩𝐡. 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞.” “𝐰𝐡-𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞?! 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞-”

thoma gapes and embarrassingly squeaks, to which he silences by slapping a hand over his mouth. he has to avoid your eyes for a while to collect himself, but even when he finally feels brave enough to properly look at you, he’s still scratching his blushing cheek, a shy smile threatening to break to a silly grin on his lips, “𝐚-𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐚, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲? 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬…. 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰…”

tighnari tilts his head and cocks one of his eyebrows upwards, tall ears twitching and fluffy tail swishing slowly behind him. somehow you’re the one who’s getting embarrassed now, and he watches in amusement as you start stumbling over your excuses, trying to escape. “𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬…,” with a chuckle, his arms wound around you and he nuzzles his face onto your neck, “… 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰? 𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜 𝐟𝐨𝐱𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲.”

xiao gasps audibly and looks away, reds creeping up his neck to fully envelop his whole face. his eyes are glassy when he finds the courage to return your patiently waiting gaze, and though his voice is shaky you can feel the resolve in each and every word, “𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭.”

zhongli’s eyes droop into soft honey full of warmth and joy as he sees the sincerity in your whole being the moment those words leave your lips. as he pulls you into a passionate kiss, you think you hear him replying in a hushed voice - “𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐝, 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐢 𝐭𝐨𝐨, 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧.”

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