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my favorite mashup emoji is this one and i wish it was real so bad

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I remember that I also drew such a picture, which is my background picture.I thought it was suitable for khol, so I drew it.
* Ëàšà§âïœĄË â babe, my boyfriend's coming!
ââ hawks x reader à»ê±
‷ tags: fluff, established relationship, internet trend
You step lightly into your bedroom, careful not to rouse the sleeping form inside.
Keigo looks cute like this. He's finally at peace, snuggled deep in your blankets. His bushy brows, knotted tighter together with each day, finally relax above his closed eyelids. It's the first time in weeks you've seen his face without a deep wrinkle in the middle of his forehead.
His wild, windswept hair pools over your pillowcase, and a small, content smile graces his lips.
This has probably been the longest your poor lover has been able to sleep. His job is keeping his schedule packed.
You almost feel guilty for the prank you're about to pull.
Ensuring your phone is recording, you tiptoe up close. Then, with a frantic hand on his shoulder, you jostle Keigo awake. "Babe, babe wake up."
He stirs, only to swat you off. He mumbles something that you think is supposed to be "five more minutes".
You shake him a little harder. "Come on, Kei. My boyfriend's coming."
He props himself up, just barely. The covers slide down. "Huh?" He rubs at his eyes, trying to pull himself from the undoubtedly deep sleep you'd just interrupted.
"You gotta hide. My boyfriend's coming."
You change tactics, tugging on his arm with urgency. He stares at you for a moment, eyes narrowing.
"...Right."
He plops back down on the mattress, tugging the covers back over himself. He falls so heavily that it jerks you forward, and you're forced to let go.
You pause. This is the exact opposite of his typically alert, quick reflexes.
"Where's your hustle? Do you want to get caught--"
You yelp as he suddenly reaches out, yanking you into the bed. He wraps you in his arms before rolling over, pinning you to the mattress. In the tussle, your phone slips from your grip, lost to the sheets. His big, crimson wings fan out behind him, framing his back as he hovers above you. When your eyes meet his, they're heavy-lidded, but you catch his mix of exasperation and amusement.
"Caught by who, exactly?" He leans down, stealing a kiss from your lips. "I'm your fiancé." His fingers pointedly trace over the elegant ring he'd slipped on just a few weeks ago. His touch lingers, long enough for heat to rise to your cheeks.
Then he plops right on top of you, burying you under his weight.
"Oof. What if you're just my side piece, huh?" Your fingers slide into his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp.
He snorts at the absurdity of your statement, arms wrapping around your middle. He kisses at your neck before his head settles on your chest. His eyes flutter close. "I can take 'em."
You laugh. You suppose your silly prank never had a chance.
a/n: ngl guys my lest semester of uni is kicking my ass but i'm finally near the end yay! thought this trend would be fun and silly to share. the first thing i've written that's not academic related in months </3
tags: @sakuramimi-chan @keigos-lover
â.àłàż* Getting out of bed is no easy task with Heian!Sukuna
Ë ăăă . â§ăă ăăË ăăă .ăă ăăâ§ Ë ă .
Your eyes gently flutter open to view the dimly lit room that you and your husband share. The sun gently shines into the room through the partially cracked screen leading outside. You make a feeble attempt to stir before you realize you're trapped under the weight of several heavy arms. "Tch, every morning." You do your best to turn your head and look back at your husband who's still sound asleep behind you. "Gods give me strength."
You decide to asses how exactly you're trapped before attempting to escape. You find that theres two arms over top of you, one at your hip and the other on your midsection, both with an iron grip. Another arm is underneath your side relatively out of the way. The final arm is below your head providing a sturdy but comfortable pillow. Now that you know where all his arms are you begin trying to break free.
Gently, you lift the first arm off your hip. Surprisingly, it moves with no resistance. You move on to the second arm. Again, you're met with no push back. Just as you're about to drop the arm, you're yanked backwards forcefully as he rolls to lay on his back with you on top. You let out a shriek of surprise before groaning at the realization you've been caught. "Trying to leave already, little wife?"
You lie back in your new position with your back flat against his chest. "No, I was simply repositioning your arms." You lie and he knows it. "Is that so?" He asks against your ear. "How's this for a new position?" He tightens his grasp for just a moment but long enough to squeeze the air out of you. "It's-" You pause to regain your breath. "-fine." "Then you should have no problem going back to sleep."
"I don't." You quickly reply. "Good." He matches you. "Perfect." He hears the sarcasm in your voice but doesn't comment on it. You lie there for a few minutes, long enough for you to think you feel his breathing even out again. Then, you start to slowly slip off of him. Little by little until you're beside him on your stomach. Quietly, you scoot yourself over to the edge of the bed. Soon you make it far enough to stick a leg out from the covers.
With as much carefulness as you can muster at this point you lightly place your foot on the ground. The second you do, you feel the weight of what seems like a boulder come down on your back. "Going somewhere?" His words are teasing against your back as you struggle under him. "Ryo-" You breathe in as deeply as you can. "Please." He lets up at your stuttering.
You feel majority of the weight come off but he leaves enough to keep you stuck in place. "I just want to make myself some tea! I'll come back!" You tell him after finally regaining the ability to speak in proper sentences. "Uraume can do such menial tasks, you shall remain with me." You scoff at his reply. "Do you see Uraume here? No. Even if I had them do it I would have to get out of bed to tell them. At that point I may as well do it myself!"
"Must you have an answer for everything I say?" He asks in an attempt to change the subject. "Yes." You laugh a little. "If I didn't you'd grow bored of me." This makes him laugh. "Growing bored with you would be like breathing without oxygen. Impossible." He lays his head down on your back, careful not to put too much weight on you. The two of you lay there in silence for a bit.
"Ryomen?" You call out gently. He grunts in response. "May I please go make some tea?" He lets out a deep, long breath. "I suppose. Begrudgingly, he rolls off of you. You hop out of bed but not before placing a sweet kiss to your husband's cheek. "Thank you, Ryo. I'll be back before you can begin to miss me." He watches as you leave, knowing if you're gone longer than he deems acceptable he'll drag himself out of bed to find you and bring you back to lie in his arms once more.
A/n: Took me way to long to get this out of the drafts but at least I got it outđ«©
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hii!! can you do prompt âhow do they look at you when youâre not paying attention?â with hawks? đ«¶đ»
how does hawks look at you when youâre not paying attention?
when youâre not paying attention, hawks looks at you like itâs the only time he can afford to be honest.
in front of others his gaze is always light. eyes half-lidded, playful, flirty. the kind of look that never lingers too long, never gives too much away. heâs practiced that, trained for it.
when youâre distracted it changes. his eyes settle on you and stay there. thereâs a quiet sharpness at first, like heâs assessing - old habits, instincts he canât turn off. he notices the way your expression shifts, the little movements you donât think anyone catches, the way you exist when youâre not trying.
then his eyes soften. his shoulders loosen, wings settling behind him in a way they only do when heâs relaxed. thereâs something warmer in his gaze now, something almost⊠tired. like looking at you gives him a break from constantly being âon.â
sometimes his feathers drift without him thinking. one or two brushing closer to you, hovering near like a silent tether.
his eyes trace over you in a way thatâs almost careful, like heâs memorizing something he doesnât trust himself to keep. thereâs admiration there, sure, but also something heavier. something protective. something a little afraid. because hawks doesnât get attached easily.
when you laugh or smile at something that has nothing to do with him, thatâs when it hits hardest. his soft gaze lingers a second too long. then the moment you turn your head itâs gone.
replaced with that easy smirk, that teasing glint in his eyes like nothing ever slipped through at all. âwhat?â heâd say lightly. âi got somethinâ on my face or somethinâ?â
i love him so much itâs unreal
i wanna kiss him stupid ( Ë¶Ë ÂłË)
iâm like a clown that no one hired or pays
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Prompt: "Will You Marry Me?" - Proposal Headcannons Characters: Everyone :) Part(s): Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia, Pomefiore, Ignihyde, Diasomnia( pt.1 Here!)(pt.2) Fandom: Twisted Wonderland Warning(s): None. I mean, unless you don't want to marry any of them. Just don't read if that's the case. Note: These are all if he is the one proposing btw. Also, I went overboard. So much that I exceeded the character limit and need to post Diasomnia in 2 parts. I have favorites I guess :/
Malleus experienced more firsts over the course of three years than the duration of his life. His first board game session, his first group trip with peers, his first taste of carnival food, his first sleepover, his first true friend - so, so many firsts. All a byproduct of one person walking into his life and taking a genuine interest in him.
You were the first houseguest he personally invited over to Diasomnia. Not for a tour, not for business, not on behalf of another - no. You were Malleus' houseguest, there to visit Malleus and spend time with Malleus. The snacks prepared were for you both to share. The lounge seating reserved for your company. His first time hosting for fun.
My dream of you flying
GN!Reader x Lilia Vanrouge
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Situation/Scenario:
Lilia can not sleep and its all because of you. So he visits the one who gives him trouble.
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100 Romantasy Tropes, Scenes & Writing Prompts (w/ FREE notion worksheets)
Ballroom & Court Intrigue
The prince watches from across the ballroom as his enemy dances with someone else.
They accidentally touch hands while reaching for the same goblet.
A forbidden dance is required by ancient magical law.
The entire court notices the way they look at each other.
One asks another for a dance solely to make someone jealous.
Their magical bond causes sparks whenever they touch.
They share a balcony overlooking the kingdom at midnight.
The princess sneaks away from a ball and finds the knight waiting outside.
A royal engagement announcement ruins everything.
They wear each other's colors at court without realizing it.
Knight Ă Princess
Knight x Princess where he has secretly loved her for years.
Knight x Princess where she outranks him but follows him into battle anyway.
Knight x Princess where he is assigned to guard her and resents the duty.
Knight x Princess where he teaches her sword fighting in secret.
Knight x Princess where she patches up his wounds after battle.
Knight x Princess where he kneels before her but cannot meet her eyes.
Knight x Princess where she steals his cloak because she's cold.
Knight x Princess where he carries her through a snowstorm.
Knight x Princess where everyone thinks they're together except them.
Knight x Princess where he would betray the kingdom to save her.
Jester Ă Princess
Jester x Princess where he is the only one who makes her laugh.
Jester x Princess where his jokes hide dangerous intelligence.
Jester x Princess where she sneaks into the servants' quarters to see him.
Jester x Princess where he knows every royal secret.
Jester x Princess where he stops performing whenever she's upset.
Jester x Princess where she falls in love with the man behind the mask.
Jester x Princess where he secretly leads a rebellion.
Jester x Princess where he writes anonymous love poems.
Jester x Princess where he risks execution to protect her.
Jester x Princess where everyone underestimates him except her.
Enemies to Lovers
They are forced to share a tent during a campaign.
They save each other's lives despite being enemies.
Their kingdoms are at war, but neither wants to fight.
They are chained together by magic.
Every argument somehow turns into flirting.
One discovers the enemy isn't the monster everyone claimed.
They keep meeting secretly on neutral ground.
One spies on the other and accidentally falls in love.
They are forced into a political marriage.
They stand on opposite sides of a battlefield.
Bodyguard Romance
"My job is to protect you, not love you."
The bodyguard sleeps outside their room every night.
A dagger nearly hits them and the bodyguard takes the wound.
They instinctively reach for the bodyguard in a crowd.
The bodyguard carries them to safety after an attack.
The bodyguard breaks protocol because they're terrified of losing them.
They fall asleep on the bodyguard's shoulder.
The bodyguard hears them crying through the wall.
The bodyguard's first instinct is always to shield them.
One realizes they watch for the bodyguard before entering a room.
Magical Bond Tropes
They can feel each other's emotions.
They dream of each other every night.
A soulbond appears unexpectedly.
They can hear each other's thoughts.
One gets injured and the other feels the pain.
Their magic becomes stronger together.
The bond glows whenever they're close.
They are fated mates who refuse destiny.
Breaking the bond would save the kingdom.
They accidentally trigger an ancient mating ritual.
Forced Proximity
There is only one bed at the inn.
A blizzard traps them in a cabin.
They must pretend to be married.
They are assigned as partners for a magical quest.
They get lost in an enchanted forest.
They are trapped in a magical library overnight.
A teleportation spell goes wrong.
They hide together from assassins.
They must share a horse.
They are stranded on a dragon's island.
Tender Moments
They braid each other's hair.
One falls asleep on the other's shoulder.
They quietly read together.
One teaches the other how to dance.
They stargaze from a castle rooftop.
One remembers the other's favorite food.
They exchange handwritten letters.
One traces the scars on the other's hands.
They share a blanket during a storm.
One notices the other smiling and forgets what they were saying.
Jealousy & Pining
Watching their crush court someone else.
Seeing another person wear their gifted necklace.
Realizing someone else can openly love them while they cannot.
Dancing with the wrong person while staring at the right one.
Pretending not to care when they clearly do.
Hearing rumors that they're engaged.
Accidentally overhearing a love confession meant for someone else.
Thinking they're in love with another person.
Becoming irrationally jealous over harmless flirting.
Realizing they know every detail about them.
Epic Fantasy Romance
They meet on opposite sides of a prophecy.
One is destined to kill the other.
The villain falls first.
They share a dragon.
One is immortal while the other is not.
They meet again every lifetime.
They sacrifice magic to save each other.
They reunite after centuries apart.
They choose each other over destiny.
At the end of the war, they finally get their dance.
100 romantasy tropes, scenes & writing prompts to fuel your dark fantasy romance
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TOGETHER?!
SYNOPSIS. Someone assumes the two of you are together, when youâre not (yet), how does he react?
FEATURING. Albedo, Ayato, Childe, Kaeya, Lohen, Thoma, Venti
WORD COUNT. 5.7k total (i got carried away, please stick around)
NOTES. Just fluff through and through. I wanted to write for so many more characters!! Do let me know who else you would like to see :))
Fem!reader !! she/her pronouns are used.
ALBEDO
You spend a lot of time in Albedo's lab. You're not entirely sure when it started becoming routine, but somewhere between him seeking your presence and you deciding to stay longer than necessary, it just... happened. You'd sit in the corner with a book or just watch him work, the way he moves through his experiments with methodical precision.Â
Today, though, you're in the Favonius library instead. Albedo needed to research something specific, and you went along with him without question. You're sitting at one of the tables while he browses the shelves, pulling down various tomes with focused precision.
Lisa is at the front desk when Albedo brings his stack of books to check them out. You're waiting nearby, and she glances between the two of you with that knowing smile of hers.
"My, my, someone's been spending a lot of time with our dear Chief Alchemist," she says to you, her voice sweet as honey. She's already flipping through the first book. "Taking quite the interest in his work, are we?"
"Just curious," you say, suddenly very aware of how close Albedo is standing.
"Mm, how thoughtful of you." She continues scanning, her eyes flickering up to Albedo for just a moment. "Your lover must appreciate having someone so interested in what he does."
She says it so casually, so mixed in with the mundane task of checking out books, that it takes a moment for the words to actually register. By the time they do, she's already moving on to the next book, completely unbothered.
Albedo pauses. You notice it immediatelyâhis hand stills on the counter, and there's a moment where he seems to be processing something. His gaze drifts to the side, not quite looking at Lisa, not quite looking at you. He's just... considering. Turning the words over in his mind the way he does with everything else.Â
Then, just as quietly as the pause came, he seems to release it. He doesn't correct her. Doesn't say anything at all. Just sets down the remaining books on the counter in that careful way of his.
âOh, uhm,â You begin, looking over at Albedo. âWe, uh, arenât together.â
Lisa glances up, catches something in his expression, and her smile widens slightly. But she says nothing more.
Later, when you're back at the library and Albedo is focused on his research, you find yourself thinking about what Lisa said.
"Do you think I'm a distraction?" you ask casually, not looking up from your book.
Albedo doesn't pause in his work. "No." The answer is immediate. Certain. You turn a page.
"Lisa thinks we're together," you say.
He sets down the vial he held with careful precision. Turns to look at you fully, and for a long moment, he doesn't say anything. His soft, analytical gaze is fixed on you, and the silence stretches outâlong enough that you start to feel uncomfortable, long enough that you begin to wonder if you've said something wrong.
And then, as though he had reached a conclusion so simple and obvious, "Would that be so strange?"
You realise you don't have an answer for that. And more importantly, that perhaps, no, it would not be so strange after all.Â
AYATO
The Kamisato clan commissioner rarely ventured into the markets. Usually, he would have sent either Thoma or one of his other myriad helpers to fetch whatever it was he or Ayaka needed. But, today, perhaps as a change of environmentâaway from the towering paperwork he had to fillâAyato decided to accompany you in your shopping. He always had a peculiar habit of trailing behind you, even when it was unnecessary. You had gotten used to his presence in your life. A shadow. An extremely coy and teasing shadow, that is.Â
Besides, perhaps the presence of the commissioner would snag you a couple of good deals while out and about.Â
You curled a bolt of silk green fabric around your wrist. Pretty, smooth. Ayato peeked over your shoulder, scrutinising the item in so much more detail than you were at all.Â
You turned back to look at him and huffed, a sound of amusement, âWhat, is it not to your liking, Ayato?â
âWell,â he seemed to draw out, catching your eyes. âI hardly think itâs your shade.â
Not your shade? Just as a retort bubbled up in your throat, you were interrupted by the sound of the vendor. âAh, commissioner!â He said. âInterested in imported silks, are you?â
The man seemed to be pulling out more cloth, shades of different coloursâsilver, lavender, pink, blue. His hands moved with practiced efficiency as he laid out the fabrics over the counter. He seemed to be going on and on about where each piece was imported fromâthis one from Liyue, the other a local craftsman from Inazuma, the other cultivated in the meadows of Mondstadt.Â
But then he picked out a specific piece and looked over to Ayato. âIâm sure your lover would look stunning in the deeper blues,â he said. âDoes the lady have a preference, or should we let the commissioner decide?â
You tensed.Â
Lover? And the man had said it so casually, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. You felt your cheeks warm and suddenly you seemed to become all too aware of the little distance between you and Ayato. As though hypersensory, you could feel the way Ayatoâs hands stilled, resting for a moment at your hip. You looked over at him.Â
And yet, there was no change in his expression. If anything, the small smile he had on his face had stretched a fractional amount. His head tilted to the side.Â
âI think she would look rather beautiful,â Ayato said. Simple and casual, his eyes snagging on you for half a second. It was like he hadnât even heard the former part of the sentence. Or, scratch that, like he hadnât heard anything the vendor had just said.Â
The vendor was simply ecstatic to have sold something to the commissioner, andâapparentlyâhis âlover,â and had left to wrap the item.Â
You paused for a second, before turning to the man next to you. âWhat was that?âÂ
Ayato hummed non-commitally as he looked at you. âWhat was what?â He feigned ignorance, that smug idiot. He never missed a single thing. Once you had changed the scent of your perfume from Sakura Bloom to Naku Weed, and he had caught it the moment you stepped into his office; there was no way he hadnât heard that.Â
âHe just called me your lover!â You pressed.Â
Ayato just tilted his head, his fingers tapping against the wooden counter. âYes.â
âAnd you didnât correct him.â
âNo.â
The heat in your face seemed to rise in temperature. Just what exactly was he playing at? Why was he staring at you like this was the most normal thing ever? Was he not bothered? And the way the merchant had said it, too, it was like everyone in the entirety of Inazuma knew about this except for you!
âWhy not?â You asked, growing more shifty by the second.Â
Ayato let out a laugh, a sweet, melodic little sound, âYou didn't seem eager to correct him yourself.â
You opened your mouth to argue, and then closed it again. âW-Well, I was just aboutâbut then, IâŠâ Any and all justification that rose in your throat withered away. Especially when Ayato was staring at you like that. Like he was challenging you to question that assumption, daring you to change it.Â
That day, the two of you walked away having bought an expensive indigo fabric. Matching the Kamisato insignia.
CHILDE
The training grounds were empty except for the two of you. You'd been sparring with Childe for the better part of an hour, and he was still grinning like he was having the time of his lifeâwhich, knowing him, he probably was.
"Your footwork's off," he called out, circling you with that predatory grace he had when he was actually engaged. "You're telegraphing your next move."
"Maybe I want you to know what I'm doing," you shot back, lunging. He sidestepped easily, but you'd anticipated that, spinning to catch him off-guard with a follow-up strike. He blocked it, and the impact sent a jolt up your arm. "Or maybe you're just slow today."
"Slow?" He laughed, and there was an edge to it nowâthe kind that meant he'd stopped holding back. He came at you with a series of quick strikes, testing your reflexes, and you matched him, parry for parry.Â
Your muscles were already burning from the previous rounds, but you pushed anyway because he'd give you that look of approval when you did, that slight nod like you'd passed some invisible test. "You're the one who's slowing down. Your last five moves have been predictable."
"Only because you're boring me," you said, breathing harder now. You twisted away from his next strike, used his momentum against him, and nearly got him off-balance. Nearly. He recovered with infuriating ease, but you caught the flash of something in his expressionâgenuine interest now, not just amusement.
The sparring continued, and at one point, you overextended on a strike. His hand came out to steady you, gripping your arm just above the elbow. It was meant to be instructionalâa correction of your formâbut he held it for a moment, his thumb brushing against your skin before he released you. Neither of you acknowledged it. He just stepped back and said, "Again. Better this time."
You came at him again, and somewhere in the middle of it, there was a moment where he caught your wrist mid-strike. His hand was warm, his grip firm but not painful. He could have thrown you. Instead, he held it for a fraction of a second longer than necessary, and you were close enough to see the slight raise in his eyebrowâa challenge. You twisted your arm, trying to break free, and he let you go with a grin.
"Getting better," he said.
"I've always been good. You're just finally noticing," you replied, and charged at him again.
By the time you both called it, you were both breathing hard. Sweat dripped down your temple, and your arms felt like lead. Childe was still smiling though, that infuriating, easy smile of his that suggested he could do this all day. He grabbed his water bottle, tossed you one, and you caught it easily. The cold water was a relief as you drank, trying to catch your breath.
You were leaning against the nearby pillar, still catching your breath, when you heard voices approaching. Not close yet, but getting closer. You recognized one of them immediatelyâPaimon's high-pitched chatter, and underneath it, Lumine's quieter responses. You didn't think much of it. They were probably just passing through the training grounds on their way somewhere else.
Childe was standing a few feet away from you, already looking refreshed despite the exertion. He had that energy about him, the kind that didn't seem to deplete no matter how hard he pushed himself. He caught you looking at him and raised an eyebrow.
"What? Do I have something on my face?" he asked, already moving toward you.
"Just wondering how you're not completely dead," you said. "Normal people need recovery time."
"I'm not normal people." He stopped beside you, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating off him. Without any real thought to it, he reached over and fixed a strand of your hair that had come loose during the sparring, tucking it back behind your ear. It was such a casual gesture, the kind of thing he did without thinking. Your breath caught slightly, but he was already pulling his hand back, already grinning at you like he hadn't just done something that made your heart rate pick up for reasons that had nothing to do with the exercise.
"Definitely not normal," you muttered, looking away.
"Hey, Childe! Lumine and I were justâoh!"
You looked up to see Paimon floating toward you both, her expression shifting to something almost knowing as she took in the sight of you two standing close together, both flushed and breathing hard. Lumine followed behind her, her eyes flickering between you and Childe with that quiet observation of hers.
"We were just heading to the Adventurers' Guild," Paimon continued, but there was a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "But wow, looks like you two have been going at it pretty hard. I'm just glad Childe's finally found his special someone! But sheesh, do you have to go that hard on her?"
There was a beat. You opened your mouth to correct her, to clarify whatever assumption she'd just made, but Childe moved first. His arm came around you without hesitation, pulling you against his side in one smooth motion. It was the kind of casual contact you two shared all the time, except it wasn't casual now. Not the way he was looking at Paimon, not the way his hand rested at your hip like it belonged there.
"Yeah, well," he said, his voice easy and warm, "took me long enough to find someone worth the effort."
Lumine's lips curved into the faintest smile. "That's one way to put it," she said, and there was definitely something knowing in her tone.
You felt your face flush. You pushed against his chest, your hand flat against the fabric of his shirt.
"You're insane," you said, but you were already laughing despite yourself, despite the way your heart was doing backflips.
Paimon giggled, seeming satisfied with whatever she thought she'd figured out, and Lumine gave you both a small wave before they continued on their way. You watched them go, still half-pressed against Childe's side, and the moment they were out of earshot, you pushed away from him properly.
"You want to enlighten me on what you were implying there?" you asked, turning to face him.
Childe's grin was still there, but something underneath it had shifted. He wasn't quite looking at you directly, was instead focused on something past your shoulder, his expression caught between amusement and something you couldn't quite read.
"Was I implying something?" he said, but there was no real teasing in it now.
"You just told them we're together."
He finally looked at you then, and his expression was softer than you'd expected. Still smiling, but there was something real behind itâsomething that made your stomach twist in a way that had nothing to do with the sparring.
"And?" he said softly. "I wasn't lying though, was I?"
KAEYA
You'd been coming to the tavern with Kaeya for weeks now. It started innocuously enoughâhe'd asked if you wanted a drink after a particularly grueling shift, and you'd said yes mostly because you were too tired to say no. Somewhere along the way, it became routine. Every few nights you'd find yourself at the counter with him, and he'd order for you without asking. He always got it right, which was irritating in its own way.
Tonight was like any other night. You were sitting at your usual spot, the one that had somehow become your spot, when someone approached. One of the regularsâa member of the Adventurerâs Guildâsomeone you'd seen around enough times to recognize but not enough to know by name.
"Kaeya," the man slurred, leaning against the bar. "Your girlfriend's looking particularly radiant tonight."
You felt your spine stiffen slightly. Girlfriend. The word hung there for a moment, waiting to be corrected.Â
You looked over at Kaeya, waiting for him to say something, to clarify, to do whatever it was he normally did when people made assumptions. But he just smiled. That easy, lazy smile of his.Â
"Isn't she always?" he said, and the man laughed like it was the most charming thing he'd ever heard, and walked away.
You stared at your drink. The ice was melting slowly, diluting the amber liquid into something weaker.
"You could've corrected him," you said, looking over at him with barely concealed flustered confusion.
"Could have," Kaeya agreed. He wasn't looking at you, was instead focused on something across the bar with that detached amusement he wore like a second skin. "Didn't seem worth the effort."
You let it go. It was small enough, harmless enough. Kaeya was always like thisâplaying into characters, scenarios, whatever amused him in the moment. And besides, this was the tavern. People were drunk, made assumptions, barely thought twice about anything. Everything Kaeya said carried that thin veneer of humor, that deliberate lightness that suggested nothing he did was ever meant to be taken seriously. This must have been yet another attempt at his particular brand of entertainment, or maybe an effort to fluster you. Which you weren't falling for. Obviously.
But a few days later, he suggested dinner at Good Hunter's. You'd gone, mostly because you were hungry and he was there. Sara smiled when she saw you two sit down underneath the parasol.Â
âMaybe the both of you would like a seat thatâs more private instead?â She had suggested. Your face erupted into flames when she suggested that. And although you tried to correct it, Kaeya had already confirmed, and you found yourself in a shaded area to the side. The kind of area that everyone implicitly agreed was for honeymooning couples.Â
You sat across from him, irritated, and tried to focus on your food. Kaeya, for his part, seemed entirely unbothered. He ate with deliberate slowness, and at one point he leaned across the table, his eye catching yours with a particular brand of teasing softness.
"You're scowling," he said, like it was an observation about the weather.
"I'm not scowling."
"You are." He reached over and tapped your forehead with one finger. "Right here."
You pulled back, but he'd already retreated, that infuriating smile still in place.
By the time you were walking back through the city, your irritation had crystallized into something sharper. Something that demanded to be addressed.
"What are you doing?" you asked, stopping abruptly in the middle of the street.
"Walking," Kaeya said simply. "Same as you."
"Don't be difficult. Everyone keeps thinking we're together and you're not correcting them. You're actuallyâ" you gestured vaguely at the space between you, "âplaying into it."
He was quiet for a moment. Then he laughed, that low, warm sound that always seemed to come from somewhere deeper than his chest. When he looked at you, there was something in his expression you couldn't quite place. Something that felt almost like he'd been waiting for you to notice.
"I think you like it more than you're willing to admit," he said softly. His eye was half-lidded, that familiar amusement still there, but underneath it was something else. Something that made your chest feel tight. "The question is whether I should keep pretending not to notice."
He was already walking ahead, already moving past you with that lazy stride of his, and you were left standing there, flushed and furious and unable to quite articulate why his assumption felt less like teasing and more like he'd read something in you that you weren't ready to show him.
Damn Kaeya.
LOHEN
The training grounds were filled with apprentice knights, all watching intently as you explained the formation they'd be running through. Lohen stood beside you, arms crossed, and you could already feel the restlessness radiating off him like heat.
"This is boring," he said, not bothering to lower his voice. "Just let them fight something real."
"They need to understand positioning first," you replied firmly, not even looking at him. "We're not sending them into the field unprepared."
"Unprepared is half the fun," he said, and you heard the grin in his voice.
You turned to face him. "You know what? Not everyone gets a thrill from almost dying."
"Their loss," he said, and there was something playful in his eyes, something that suggested he enjoyed getting a rise out of you. One of the younger apprentices nudged their friend, both of them watching the exchange with barely concealed amusement.
"This is why we have strategy," you continued, turning back to the group. "Lohen charges in andâ"
"And it works," he interjected.
"And you get lucky," you corrected.
He laughed, "Lucky. Right. That's what we're calling it."
The training started smoothly enough. The apprentices moved through the formations you'd drilled into them, and you were positioned to observe and correct. Lohen was supposed to be doing the same, but his attention kept drifting, his foot tapping with barely contained energy. You could see him watching the apprentices with the kind of hunger that meant he was already bored. At one point, you caught him staring at you instead of the recruits, and when you raised an eyebrow in question, he just grinned wider.
After about an hour, one of the younger recruits approached as you and Lohen were standing together reviewing the performance. The recruit was still catching their breath, clearly impressed by how well the formation had held.
"It's lucky that the two of you are paired together," they said, glancing between you both. There was genuine respect in their voice. "Aren't the two of you together?"
The moment those words left the apprenticeâs mouth, you could see something wicked shine in Lohenâs eyes. You opened your mouth to clarify, but Lohen moved before you could. He crossed the distance between you in a few strides and pulled you against his side, his arm wrapping around your waist like it had always belonged there. Your face went hot immediately, but he was looking at you with that chaotic grin of his, like he'd just been handed the best entertainment of his day.
"And she's the only person who could ever keep up with me," he said, loud and theatrical, and you could tell he was leaning into it now, performing for the apprentices. You felt your cheeks burn as you realized what he was doing, deliberately making a show of it, spinning this into something bigger just to see you get flustered. The manic energy was at full throttle, and he was clearly enjoying every second of your embarrassment.
Your face went hotter. One of the apprentices bit their lip to keep from smiling, while another looked away, clearly uncomfortable with the display. But most of them were watching with interest, waiting to see what would happen next.
"Lohenâ" you started, trying to extract yourself, but he didn't let go. His grip on your waist was firm, not painful, just insistent.
"And she's brilliant," he continued, spinning you slightly so he could look at you properly. His hand was still on your back, and he was looking at you with an intensity that made your breath catch. "Everything I'm not. Everything that keeps me from getting killed in a ditch somewhere." There was something underneath the chaos when he said it, something that suggested he meant it more than he was letting on. A few of the recruits exchanged glances, and one of them smiled knowingly.
"You'd be lost without her," one of the bolder apprentices called out, earning a few quiet laughs from the others.
"Completely lost," Lohen agreed, but there was something in the way he said it that wasn't entirely joking. For just a moment, the manic energy seemed to settle, and he looked at you like you were the only thing in the training grounds that mattered. "Actually, yeah. I would be."
Then he released you, and the chaos returned. He was already moving away, already tossing some comments to the apprentices about formation angles, leaving you standing there flustered and hyperaware of every eye on you.
The rest of the training passed in a blur of corrections and positioning. By the time you finally dismissed the apprentices, your face had only just stopped burning. Lohen was already collecting his things, and you found yourself watching him move with that restless energy of his, wondering what he'd actually meant in that moment when everything had seemed to pause.
THOMA
You were sitting in one of the Kamisato estate's quieter rooms, mending a tear in one of the ceremonial clothes when Thoma appeared with tea. He set it down beside you without asking and settled into the seat across from you.
"That's going to take forever," he said, watching you work the needle through the delicate fabric.
"Only if I rush," you replied, concentrating on your stitching. "You taught me that."
He smiled at that, leaning back and watching you work. It was comfortable, the kind of silence that didn't need filling. You'd been coming to this room more often lately, always finding some reason to be here. Mending. Reading. Just sitting. And somehow Thoma always seemed to find his way in.
After a while, he got up and moved to sit beside you instead. He didn't ask permission. He just shifted closer until his shoulder nearly touched yours. He picked up a different piece that needed mending and started working on it without preamble.
"You're still doing that stitch wrong," he said after a while, no judgment in his voice.
"I know," you said, not bothering to correct yourself. "But you always fix it for me anyway."
He smiled, and you swore you could see the pupils of his green eyes dilate a fractional amount. His hand came over yours, guiding the needle through the proper motion. His fingers were warm, and he moved slowly, making sure you understood. When he pulled back, you found yourself missing the contact.
You worked like that for a long time. Sometimes he'd hum something soft under his breath. Sometimes you'd ask him about his day, and he'd answer while still focused on the mending. At one point, you reached for more thread at the same moment he did, and your hands brushed. Neither of you moved away. You both just continued working, shoulders close, existing together in the quiet of the afternoon.
"You're thinking too hard," he said once, glancing at your face.
"How can you tell?"
"You get this little crease," he said, reaching over and smoothing it away with his thumb. It was such a gentle gesture that you forgot to breathe for a moment.
You were so focused on the mending that you didn't notice when Ayaka appeared in the doorway. She had a few attendants with her, but she stopped when she saw the two of you sitting close together, heads bent over the work, your shoulders nearly touching.
"Oh, there you two are," she said warmly. "I've been meaning to mention something." Thoma looked up, and you followed his gaze.
"There's a couples' festival coming up at the end of the month," Ayaka continued, her tone genuinely kind.Â
"I thought perhaps you two might enjoy attending together. It would be nice for you to have some time away from the estate."
You felt your face warm. Thoma's reaction was immediate. His entire face flushed a deep red, from his neck all the way to his ears. He set down the cloth quickly, maybe too quickly, like he needed something to do with his hands.
"Oh, we'reâ" he started, his voice slightly strained. He cleared his throat, and when he spoke again, he was trying for his usual politeness, but the fluster was unmistakable. "We're not actually together, Lady Ayaka. We just spend a lot of time together because of work, that's all."
The correction was gentle, the way everything Thoma did was gentle. But there was something in the way his hands gripped the cloth a little too tightly, the way he wouldn't quite meet Ayaka's eyes, that made your chest tighten. One of the attendants looked faintly disappointed.
Ayaka's expression softened with understanding, and she nodded. "I see. My apologies for the misunderstanding." She excused herself politely, and the moment she left, the room felt smaller somehow.
You picked up your mending again, but your hands felt clumsy. Thoma did the same, but neither of you were really focused on the work anymore. The ease you'd had before was gone, replaced by something tense and uncertain. The afternoon light filtered through the screens, and the silence stretched between you, heavy with things unsaid.
When the sun started to set and you finally set down your work, Thoma was already moving. You said something soft to break the tension, just to ease it.
"That was kind of awkward," you said quietly, not quite looking at him.
He paused, his hand lingering on the cloth. You could see him turn it over in his mind, searching for something.
"I didn't mean to be rude," he said, finally meeting your eyes. "She was just... it caught me off guard."
"I know," you said, offering him a small smile. "It's fine. These things happen."
He looked at you for a long moment, and there was something in his expression that made your breath catch. Something that looked like regret, like he was reconsidering something he'd just said.
"Actually," he said, and his voice was steadier now, "about that festival."
You looked at him, waiting.
"It might not be a bad idea," he continued, and there was a careful consideration to his words, like he was choosing each one deliberately. "For us to attend together, I mean. Not because anyone thinks we should. But because..." He paused, searching for the right words. "Because I'd like to spend that evening with you. If you'd want to."
Your breath caught slightly. There was nothing casual about the way he said it, despite how carefully he was choosing his words. There was intention there, and something that looked a lot like hope.
"Yeah," you said softly. "I'd like that."
VENTI
Venti had dragged you out to yet another performance. You weren't sure why he felt the need to do thisâinvite you specifically, stand you in a particular spot in the crowd where he could see you, like your presence mattered to the mechanics of him playing. But he'd shown up at your door this morning with his elfish smile and asked if you were busy. A pointless question, really. He would have begged and whined until you relented had you said no.Â
On the way to the fountain, he'd been insufferable. He kept humming fragments of melodies, stopping abruptly to ask your opinion on them, then laughing at your answers like you'd said something hilarious when you were just trying to be helpful. At one point he'd grabbed your wrist and spun you around on the street for no reason, just to see your expression, probably.
"You're going to make me dizzy," you laugh, pulling your hand back.
"Is that a complaint, windblume?" he asked, and there was something in his tone that suggested he already knew the answer.
"Yes," you lied.
He had just smiled like he could see right through you.
Now, standing near the fountain while he set up, you watched him adjust his lyre with great care; the kind of care reserved for especially special things in oneâs life. Which, for Venti, was music andâyou were noticing more and moreâyou.Â
He kept glancing over at you, making sure you were in the right spot, making sure you could see him properly. You found it funny, it was almost like a nervous tick. A flick of his gaze to you every few seconds to make especially sure that you had your eyes on him. It was unnecessary. Of course you could see him. You were always looking at him anyway.
Another bard approached as Venti was finishing his setupâsomeone you recognized vaguely from around the city. They exchanged greetings, the kind of easy familiarity that suggested they knew each other from the musician's circles. You turned your attention back to the fountain, not really listening until the other bard said something that made you tune back in.
"Your recent stuff has been different," he was saying to Venti. "All of it sounds like it's about the same person."
You felt something shift in your chest. His recent stuff? You hadn't really paid that much attention, if you were being honest. But now that it was being pointed out, you found yourself wondering if that was true.Â
You'd been hearing him play new things lately, pieces you hadn't heard before, and now you were suddenly wondering who they were about.
The bard glanced over at you, then back at Venti, and you watched something click into place behind his expression.
"That your muse?" he asked, gesturing vaguely in your direction.
Venti laughed. It was the kind of laugh that made people turn their heads, that seemed to move through the air like something physical. He spunâactually spun, his coat catching the lightâand when he looked at you, there was something deliberate in the movement.
"The best one I've ever had," he said, and he was looking directly at you when he said it.
Your face went hot. The other bard laughed too, charmed, and the conversation continued between them, but you weren't really listening anymore. You were stuck on that phrase, on the way Venti had said it, on the realization that apparently his recent compositions had been about you and you'd been too oblivious to notice.
An hour later, after the performance was over and you'd managed to slip away, you found yourself at the tavern. You were nursing a drink when Venti sat down beside you. He waved a hand to the bartender, and Charles just sighedâa routine. And then Ventiâs gaze was fixed on you.
"You've been thinking about what I said," he observes.
"I haven't," you say, which is a lie and you both know it.
"Mm." He's amused. You can hear it in his voice. "That's exactly why youâve been zoning out since my performance?â He had that teasing lilt in his voice. You wanted to puncture his voice box.Â
"You can't just say something like that and expect me not toâ" you start, then stop because you're not actually sure what you're going to say. Expect you not to what? Wonder if he meant it? Wonder what it means? Wonder if you're reading too much into it?
"Not to what?" Venti prompts, and there's that tilt of his head again, that soft amusement in his expression.
"You know what," you snap, trying not to sound flustered.Â
Venti, all he does is laugh. You really want to puncture his voice box.Â
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