What A Wholesome Blushing Parade :')

What a wholesome blushing parade :')

what about rich boy gojo and your first fight 😭

𝐎𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 | 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔.

“baby, i didn’t mean to—”

“save it satoru,” you spit, gathering your things to leave gojo’s house. he frowns, shuffling out of bed and throwing on a shirt while you head for his door.

“hey, you didn’t have breakfast yet! it’s not good to leave on an empty stomach—” he calls, only to pause as the door slams in his face. groaning, he quickly makes his way to chase after you—which would be a lot easier if he didn’t have so many hallways to weave through.

“go have breakfast with your little date,” you say sourly, and he runs a hand through his hair with a sigh before jogging up to you. and just as you open the front door, it slams shut as he spins you around, frantic blue eyes searching yours as you refuse to meet his gaze.

gojo satoru is hot news. you know it, he knows it, the whole campus knows it.

evidently, so do the other snobby rich families his gets along with—and he’s always been used to being sought after, he’s never really given it a second thought when someone shyly asks him to accompany them for an event. he simply shrugs, mumbles out a bored “why not,” and lets himself get dragged around for a night as envious eyes watch his every move. he’s always figured it’s better than going alone (and better than getting teased by suguru for not having any game.)

but that was before you.

now he has you, and he’s become increasingly aware of just how unhappy you are with all the wandering eyes on your boyfriend, and he’s become increasingly aware of just how unhappy everyone else seems that he’s sought after you—someone who seems mundane to everyone else but gojo.

but you’re anything but mundane in gojo’s eyes. you’re fiery and thrilling and you keep him on his toes. you manage to find a way to humble him at every corner he turns, and under all the witty remarks and snarky comebacks, you’re gentle and sweet and you love him because he’s satoru—not because he’s one of the infamous gojo’s.

“i didn’t realize it was that big of a deal,” he sighs, rubbing his temple as if he has the right to be stressed. gojo’s mother keeps an impressive collection of potted plants by his large windowsills, exotic and expensive-looking flowers that sit in just as expensive-looking pots.

you think it’d be a real shame if you smashed them over his skull for his lack of self-awareness.

“of course, you wouldn’t,” you snarl, crossing your arms and glaring at him. he winces, looking over his shoulder to see the maids pausing and glancing at the two of you as you have your…disagreement, and he rubs his neck and lets out a deep exhale.

“can we go somewhere a little more private?”

“how about i go somewhere away from you, and you go get ready for your little event with your little date who i’m sure is just as excited as you are,” you say instantly, and inwardly, he groans at how you’re just as insistent on being difficult as the first day he met you.

“she’s not my date. well, it’s not romantic, at least. and she asked me way before you and i got together,” he defends, “maybe if you weren’t so stubborn before, i could’ve asked you to join me,” he grumbles.

and this is a dangerous game. gojo knows better than anyone else that you’re not one to mess around with when you’re angry, and more than anything, he’s sure you’re sick and tired of the whispers and stares and rumors that come with walking around with his arm around your waist.

but sometimes, he wishes you’d stop holding his background against him—it’s not as though he chose to be born into a wealthy family and a lonely home and a tiring reputation. he chooses to be yours with no hesitations, and he wishes you’d choose to be his without seeing it as a weighted risk.

“so now it’s my fault? how would you react if the campus asshole was chasing after you to make you one of his little crossed off names—”

“you know it wasn’t like that,” he cuts you off, furrowing his brows and frowning at you. his voice raises slightly, and suddenly, you both forget you’re out in the open for anyone in his home to witness.

“oh yeah? what as it like then?” you challenge.

“if i have to spell it out for you, then you don’t know as much about me as you think you do,” he grunts, glaring at you as anger slowly starts to wedge its way into his bones.

and you don’t know him—not fully, at least, and he’s starting to wonder if you’ll ever understand him enough to get to know him.

“i know you were just trying to get me into your bed. and now you’ve got what you wanted and you’re already making your way to your next victim—”

“i told you she asked me to go with her ages ago. i can’t just cancel now, it’ll look bad on my family—”

“it’s always about how you’ll look with you, isn’t it?”

“don’t act like you understand—”

“god, you’re just like everyone else, satoru—”

“i’m nothing like them,” he slams his hand on the door, voice booming into the room and echoing over the large walls. his voice is loud, but there’s a quiet whisper of hurt underneath his tone. everything stills, both of your eyes widen, and you can faintly hear one of his maids drop a glass in shock, glass shattering on the floor into little pieces.

it’s quiet for a moment, just you staring into his eyes, and him staring into yours, and then he’s off—and after your first argument ever, gojo satoru hurriedly makes his way back to his room, leaving you to stand by his door alone and let yourself out.

—

it’s a while before you speak to him again. a few days of angrily waiting for texts, of tearfully wondering if you were too harsh, of lonely morning showers where you don’t get to pretend to be annoyed as he sneaks in to join you, and of wondering if everything’s really ended as quickly as it starts.

it’s not until you get a call from his mother (and you can’t help but roll your eyes that he lets her take care of things for him as always) that you decide to visit him for a long-overdue talk.

“satoru, open up,” you say dryly, pounding on the large door with a sigh. “we can’t avoid this forever. quit being immature.”

it’s silent. there’s not a muffled grunt, not a single whine of protest, not even a stubborn hmph. it’s eerily quiet, and as much as you hate to admit it, it makes your heart squeeze just a little with concern.

“satoru, ignoring your problems won’t make them go away. you’re a big boy now, act like one,” you say sternly.

“satoru is not here. he’s dead,” comes a muffled voice, and even if you want to slam his head into a wall, you can’t fight the small smile that tugs at your lips at his antics.

“oh really?” you raise a brow.

“yes. it was really tragic. he’s missed by many.”

“well, how come i wasn’t invited to the funeral? i would’ve brought balloons,” you humor him.

“well, that’s exactly why,” he grumbles. rolling your eyes, you snort, shaking your head before letting your forehead press against the cool wood that separates you.

“satoru, your mother says you haven’t left your room. at all. it’s been fours days. i’m pretty sure you had a quiz yesterday, and it also means you skipped that event—you know how your father gets when you skip events. let me in so we can talk,” you say seriously, and once more, it’s silent for a moment before you finally hear shuffling.

“door’s open,” is all he says. you walk into the familiar space, stopping to roll your eyes at the small candy wrappers he’s likely replacing for meals littering his side table before taking a good, long look at him.

and, well…he looks awful. far worse than you—and that’s saying something for someone who wears designer brand outfits to the same eight am class you show to in sweats. you sigh, staring into his eyes (and trying to ignore the dark circles) before speaking up.

“you look awful,” you say bluntly. gojo purses his lips.

“being dead does that you,” he shoots back, “show a little compassion.” and this is gojo satoru, the one you’ve learned hides emotions with silly jokes and petulant tantrums—the ones that hide his true feelings—the vulnerable kind—because he just never quite thought they mattered that much.

no one’s ever stopped to listen, and he’s never stopped to ask them to.

“i just found out i can speak to the dead,” you snort, “cut me some slack too.”

you sit beside him, stare at your hands while he stares at the ceiling. you don’t know where to begin, and he doesn’t know where this will end, and it’s really just a mess—but then he grabs your hand, a soft pout on his lips as he brings it into his grasp and plays with your fingers.

“why are you here?” he asks. it’s not accusing, just curious.

“your mom asked me to talk to you.”

“oh,” is all he says. he waits a moment before adding, “is that…is that it?”

you sigh, watching as he traces over the ridges of your palm and deepens his pout some before letting out a soft chuckle. “i guess i had to see my dead boyfriend too since he didn’t invite me to his funeral.”

“what if he’s turned into a ghost by now?”

“nothing will really change. he haunted me alive too, anyway,” you shrug, and he huffs, rolling his eyes and sending you a soft scowl.

“always so mean for no reason,” gojo mutters.

“satoru,” you start, and there’s a soft groan before he covers his face with your hand, hiding away from your serious expression, “we can’t avoid this forever.”

“avoid what, exactly?”

“satoru,” you warn.

“fine,” he mutters, letting your hand drop as he sits up. you miss the warmth of his skin under your touch instantly.

“why haven’t you left your room?” you start, staring at him sternly, side-eyeing the candy wrappers he’s carelessly discarded to his side table. “and when was the last time you had a proper meal? candy is not proper.”

“worse than my mom,” he grumbles, crossing his arms with a sigh, “i’m fine. you don’t have to worry about me.”

“i always worry over you,” you murmur softly, tracing over the stitching of his blanket that sits on your lap. he stares at you from the side, ponders your words for a moment before sighing deeply.

“i didn’t…i never wanted to make you feel bad, you know,” he murmurs, “i should’ve canceled going with her to that event. ‘m sorry,” he says quietly.

“‘s okay,” you hum—because, there’s really not much else to say. there’s no point in dragging it out, and it’s not like he ended up going anyway.

but he frowns, furrows his eyebrows and forms a small crease on his forehead at your words.

“that’s it? after all that, you’re just going to—”

“we’re just so different…you and i,” you cut him off, “everything that’s normal for you is crazy to me. and it’s just…it’s not easy.”

“i’m trying my best,” gojo says quietly, “but i don’t care if we’re different. it doesn’t—”

“well, you should. people don’t like seeing me with you, and you acting like you don’t hear what they say isn’t going to make them go away—”

“they’re going to say shit even if i do listen,” he cuts you off, sighing frustratedly before running a hand through his hair, “that’s how it’s always been. that’s how it’s always gonna be. so why listen if i don’t have to? i know i love you, and i’m hoping you love me too—or that’s kind of awkward because you have been saying it this whole time, you know,” he glances at you with a pointed look that makes you shoot him a scowl, “why should it be any more complicated than that?”

falling in love with gojo satoru is not easy—you don’t think it ever will be, but you think perhaps it’s time to stop seeing it as endless what-if’s and if-only’s. because gojo’s never lived one moment wondering about a what-if as long as you’ve been by his side. he’s happy, and in love, and he trusts you. and maybe, if you let yourself trust him too, if you let yourself count on his arms waiting to catch you as you fall for him, maybe the what-if’s and if-only’s won’t matter anymore.

“i’m sorry i don’t always trust you,” you admit softly, “i should stop doubting you so much.”

“yeah, you should,” he agrees, pouting slightly once more. cracking a smile, you lean into his side, poking his chest with your finger.

“don’t you dare ever think about taking someone else to an event that’s not me,” you warn, glancing up at his face as he stares on ahead. you almost think you see a ghost of a smile fight its way to appear across his lips.

“noted,” he nods, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer. “and you should stop treating your poor, sweet, sensitive boyfriend like he’s a sleazy jackass when he’s been nothing but hopelessly in love with—”

“i liked it better when you were a ghost,” you roll your eyes, and he huffs, pulling you down to lay with him as he brings the covers over your bodies. “i don’t think you’re an asshole, by the way. or that you’re like everyone else. you’re very sweet.”

he closes his eyes and hums, lips twitching at the corners. “and…?”

“...and annoying.”

“be nice to the dead,” he whines.

you let out a soft giggle, and he grins widely at the sound, and slowly, the tension shifts to the usual softness that’s always there when you’re with gojo. and maybe, he’s been easy to trust all along—if the gentle hearts he traces into your hip and the soft kisses he scatters over your forehead are any proof.

“and you’re a good guy,” you add with a gentle smile, cupping his face, “and i love you.”

“i love you too,” he grins.

“enough that you’ll come back to life for me?”

“i’ll see what i can do,” he chuckles before pressing his lips to yours, kissing you deeply to make up for four days of lost time.

ty ris for the idea i luv u ur so big brained <33

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f!reader. do not copy or translate. reblogs are heavily appreciated.

childe (ajax)

he hates it! loathes it, despises it—you name it! his schedule often clashed with yours, so when the time came where he wasn’t having a busy week, he would selfishly demand for all your attention like the brat he was

normally, it would depend on how desperate he was to be coddled by you. but when he does reach that point, it could go in two different ways. ajax would either a.) bother you until you’re left utterly exasperated by his antics or b.) covertly pay off a few lackeys to do your commissions for the week while he spends time with you

either way, though, he was going to follow you around liyue like a lost puppy, pestering you to drop your responsibilities for the day to entertain him instead non-stop. it didn’t matter what he was going to do, he was hell-bent on having you in his arms before lunchtime

“please?” he begged, as he got on his knees and snaked his arms around your stomach for a snug embrace, “it won’t even take that long, doll. i promise.”

you playfully rolled your eyes at him and placed your hands on your hips. “you say that, but we both know that you have other plans in mind.”

“has anyone ever told you that you were too smart for your own good, doll?” he retorted, looking up at you with a small yet haughty smirk

“yeah, you,” you snickered, as you crossed your arms and chuckled at the way his face fell for a second, “now if you’ll excuse me, i have some commissions to finish today.” you then made your way out of your home and to the harbor with your lover trailing only a few steps behind you, whining for you to come back

if ajax ever so happened to choose option b that day, then you were about to witness the extent of his influence within the fatui circle. although extremely trivial of a reason to deploy highly-skilled agents. he didn’t care. he wanted you by his side throughout his days off and it didn’t matter how he was going to do it

besides, if mora was all you were after then that wasn’t going to be an issue. he had plenty of that to go around. in fact, he was confident enough to even say that he was willing to pay you for compensation on the days he made you take a leave for his sake

“face it.” he winked, and slung an arm around your shoulder, “you have no choice but to stay with me this entire week.”

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# Synopsis— How they react to random girls flirting with them. (This tiktok trend)

# Featuring— Xiao, Tartaglia, Diluc, Zhongli, Itto x Gn!reader

# Warnings— Swearing, suggestive(?) not really, Childe being an effing clown 🤡 read more under Xiao’s

☰XIAO

“This is absurd… why would you wish to do that?” He tilts his head to the side in confusion— staring at you with squinted yellow eyes, he never understands the weird requests you ask of him.

You slap his shoulder lightly with a playful smile before rolling your eyes in fake annoyance, “Just wanna see what you’ll do… okay, pretend I’m a random girl coming up to you while you’re in town.” He just nodded with a defeated sigh, watching as you run out the room before strutting back in slowly, flinching at the suggestive— sly smile you have etched on your face.

“Hey sexy, you here with someone?” You almost want to laugh at the disgusted look he throws your way. You continue, bringing your hand up to twirl a curl of his green hair before leaning into his ear. “How bout’ we go somewhere more private?” You can feel the way his skin radiate with heat as you whispered in his ear.

Wondering why he hasn’t said anything, you go in to place your hands onto his firm chest before he swiftly darts back and leans against the wall behind him, leaving at least five feet distance from you.

“Stay back… fiend, my… partner is not lekker when it comes to nuisances like yourself.” He’s reluctant to call you names— but you did say to ‘make it seem real.’ For extra measure, he lifts his arm up and points it on your direction— a defensive system if you try to step forward.

He stares into your eyes intently before it turns disorientated when you huddle over in fits of laughter, wiping the tears that appear at your waterline. “Did i not do it correctly? That is how I would express my… discomfort if anyone other than you touched me affectionately.” He muttered with a small blush and turning away from your teasing gaze.

“No no! You did great, honey.” You strut over to him and cup his warm cheek in the palm of your hand— only to retreat it when he flinched away. “Hm? What’s wrong?”

He backs away slowly with an uneasy look. “Are… are you my S/O or still pretending to be some random civilian?”

You deadpan.

10/10– Xiao would never be unfaithful to you, and would show it in types of situations he gets involved due to his delicate face. He’s a yaksha, so he doesn’t retort to violence on anything other then demons, so he tends to resort in waking away, or simply just teleporting out of their sight. Though— he doesn’t normally go to town without you by his side.

If he does though, he tells you whenever someone walked up to him.

☰TARTAGLIA

He’s the one suggests the idea of the trend, but he’s only doing it to get a reaction out of you. He tells you what do to— holding back his sly grin when you walk up to him pretending to be some other girl.

“Hey there handsome, what’s your name?” You flutter your eyelashes and pucker your lips to portray the role of some women trying to flirt with your man. Though your face falls flat when he sends you a sultry smile before his rough hands reach out and soothingly glide over the flesh of your hips.

“Call me anything you want, sweetheart.” He winks at you and has to contain his laughter when you glare at him and smack away his advances of touching you.

“The fuck, Ajax? That’s how you’d react?” You spit and jab a finger into his firm chest. “I’m not doing this stupid thing anymore.” You go to walk of but halt when he grips your forearm.

“Sorry sorry! Okay, do it again, I’ll do it right the time. Promise.” You can tell he’s lying, but you give in anyways and redo it again. He watches in amusement as you sigh and shake your head, muttering someone along the lines of ‘This fucking idiot.’ before you place a hand on his shoulder and rub it seductively— looking up at him with a forced sly smile.

“Alone pretty boy? How about I keep you company?”

He takes a step back and fakes annoyance, rudely rolling his eyes before sending you a nasty stank eye. “As if, and even if I was alone, I’d never spend my time with you, ugly women.”

You stop, retracting your hand and taking a step back with a scoff. “Ugly? You’re calling me ugly?” Your face flashes with confusion, sadness and most importantly, anger.

His eyes flicker with interest before his sour expression turns coy. “Well, let me see, turn around.” He grins and playfully twirls his finger around in the air.

You were only playing along, and thought he got it right this time but glared at him once’s again when he failed. “Fuck you.” Walking off and throwing the finger behind you, not even bothering to turn around when he calls out to you.

“Wait babe, I’m just kidding! I only love you! Swear!” Though you can hear his giggles in between each word he throws out, you know he’s just kidding, but it still doesn’t fail to piss you off.

5/10– Would flirt back with them if you were around, calling them sweet pet names just to see you get jealous and storm off— but when you’re out of site he turns to the person with a monotone face and tells them they never had a chance in the first play, plain and simple.

He only does it to annoy you, but would never EVER cheat on you, no matter the consequences. He loves you so much, but that doesn’t mean he can’t joke around once awhile.

☰DILUC RAVINDGAR

He sees no point in you ‘testing his loyalty’ he know, that you know he would never look at anyone with a hint of love other then you. But he plays along anyways, just because it’s you.

You explain the trend, telling him to not see you as his partner, but rather some random customer who walks into angels share with the intent to flirt with him. He nods confusingly while drying previously washed glasses from behind the counter.

With furrowed eyebrows and a laughing Kaeya in the stool next to him, he watches you walk out before returning and strutting to the bar, perching both your elbows onto wood as you peer up at him with a kittenish smile.

“Hello handsome, I was hoping for a nice drink but saw you instead, are you perhaps on the menu as well?” You send him a playful wink and try to contain your fit of giggles as you watch the tips of his ears turn red, he’s flustered.

“Ah… no sorry, though I will take your order.” He coughs and adverts his eyes to the side.

“Huh? You’re sorry? Why? You’re sorry cause you can’t give yourself?” You pout and cross your arms, turning away childishly, but still looking at his nervous form from the corner of your eye.

“Ah what? No I mean… I’m— just being polite sweetheart.” He sends you a small and reassuring smile but its faltering when you glare at him.

“Sweetheart? Do you usually call all your customers pet names like you do with me?” You’re just teasing him, you know he’s the most loyal man in Teyvat, but his flushed face is cute to see once in a while.

“No! Of course I don’t my lov— I mean… no, are you going to order or not?” He clears his throat though his eyes still waver. Did he do it right, it’s rude to be impolite to customers, he hoped he hadn’t flirt with someone unintentionally.

At this point, Venti is falling of his seat in laughter while Kaeya and Rosaria are watching the scene in amusement, they’d never seen master Diluc so whipped before he had met you.

You gaze up the the red head in curiosity before shaking your head no.

“Well, if you’re not going to buy anything, I suggest you take a seat at the back of the tavern— or better yet, leave.”

Your eyes widen in surprise before letting a few giggles slip past your lips, and Diluc is letting out a relived smile to see you having fun. “Well? Did I do it right or do I have to bluntly ignore them to make you happy.” Though, he does have a content smile on his face.

9/10– He’s smart, and can quickly tell when someone is flirting with him, but he can’t just tell them to go away because of their toying intent, they’re patrons to his tavern after all.

Though, sometimes the person is subtle with it, and he takes it as just being friendly, but still tries to limit conversation while he’s working. Unless it’s you of course.

☰ ZHONGLI

Is completely oblivious when someone flirts with him, he’s been alive for over six thousand years, but can’t pick apart being polite— and being trifled with. So when you walk up to him while he’s enjoying a hot cup of tea and tell him your idea, he’s agreeing with a little confusion.

He places his his cup and sits up straight when you sit in the seat opposite his, leaning you cheek in you palm and smiling at him cutely— something that automatically makes him smile and forget about everything else around him.

“Hello pretty boy, how about I accompany you for a drink, or are you perhaps here with someone?” You pucker your lips and reach over the table, talking his hand in yours and rubbing your thumb of his knuckle.

“Of course you can join me love, you don’t even have to ask.” Though his face turns into curiosity when you retract your hand and stand up, shaking your head in disappointment.

“No— babe, you gotta pretend I’m not me, but someone you don’t know.” You whine, and he nods in his head in agreement with a apologetic smile.

“Oh, I apologise love, I forgot. Okay, try again.”

This time, you take the seat next to him and place your hand on his thigh, rubbing up and down before leaning your head on his shoulder. “What’s a handsome man like you doing alone?” He peers down at you in confusion.

“Well— im not alone now, am i?” He tilts his head to the side before bringing his hand up to pat your head affectionately, sighing in discontent when you lean away and stand up, again. “Hm?”

“You all up over people who aren’t me?” You cross your arms over your chest and peer down at his sitting figure in annoyance. Zhongli blinks, once, then twice, before realisation hits again.

“Oh, right, we’re playing pretend, I’m sorry.” You’re wondering how he keeps forgetting quickly after you explain the situation.

“Yes we are, okay one more time. Get it right, okay?” He nods with a small chuckle, sipping his tea and following your every move with his eyes as you sit down at the same table for the third time this morning, “Hello there, I’m [name], who might you be?”

“I tend to go by Zhongli, can I help you with anything?” He questions and his face remains neutral, and you smile as you see him finally understanding.

8/10– He doesn’t understand the situation he’s in unless your there to keep him up to date, though most people don’t tend to stay and chat as it always turns boring with the amount of perplex words he has in his large vocabulary.

He’s being friendly, but the thought of being loving with anyone other then you makes him feel weird, he’s made an agreement to stay with you until the end, so in the end, being with someone else is breaking his contract. Something that he will never do.

☰ ARATAKI ITTO

Can’t tell, someone rubbing up his bicep and telling him how strong he looks? ‘Oh yeah thanks! I work out loads and it pays off with how strong I’ve become!’ He thinks they’re just being nice, trying to start a nice conversation and become friends.

So when you waltz up to him, claiming you’re some random girl and now his S/O, he’s acting the exact same way as he always does.

“Wow! So strong, and those big and are so attractive.” If anything, your boosting his confidence and he gives you a big grin before hoisting him up and twirling you around in his arms.

“Thanks babe! I know right, perfect to hold you in huh?!”

“Itto! Idiot, you hold people like this who complement you?”

He stares at you doe eyed, tilting his head to the side in confusion all while you struggle to get out of the strong grips he has you in.

“Whatddya’ mean? Course, not!” He goes to pull you into a hug, and lets out a whine when he jump away. “Babeeeee! Cmon, lemme’ hold you.”

“No buffoon, pretend like you don’t know me, and I’m some random person trying to flirt with you, okay? Okay.” He nods like a puppy, and playfully wipes the happy go lucky look of his face with his hand and tries to keep a straight and intimidating face.

“Hey big guy, got someone keeping you company or do I need to take that roll?” You send him a wink and he has to try and keep down the blush that threatens to crawl up his neck.

“A-actually I am waiting for someone! They’ll be here soon, wanna wait with me and meet them?!”

“Sounds boring, how about we go somewhere private and…” you trail your hand up his arm, painfully slow for his liking before resting it on his shoulder. “Get to know each other?”

He’s about to nod with his wonky smile before quickly shaking his head in denial, remembering that you’re not dating at this moment. “No! They’ll be here soon, and— and— and we’re going on a date.” He smiles triumphantly, hands on his hips while he beams down at you.

You only smile up at him in amusement, knowing that even if he knew someone’s ill intent, he still would never go out with anyone other then you. If anything, he’d talk about you to them, boosting about his amazing partner.

9/10– a little confused but eventually understands what’s happening when you tell him, he proudly pulling you into his chest and grinning down at them in glee.

Never would be cheat on you, not even playfully would he flirt back. He takes that as un loyal and unmanly.

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Hello Lovely~ : ̗̀➛ Synopsis: Unspoken ways they say “I love you”

: ̗̀➛ Featured Characters: Thoma, Itto, Gorou, Xiao, Zhongli, Diluc x Gn!Reader : ̗̀➛ Content Warnings: No warnings needed.

Yours Faithfully, Viktor.

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