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genshin men + first kiss ★ pt. 2

ft. kazuha, xiao, scaramouche

✽ kazuha’s gaze lingers over your lips long enough for anybody else to get the hint—anybody but you, of course. but how could you? when you’re unable to stay still, even under the warm beach sun, as soon as he smiles at you. seasickness has never haunted you as much as lovesickness has. yes, you want to hold him and yes, you can’t return his gaze for longer than two seconds. love is hard for travelers without destinations. and love is hard for you, who can’t see beyond his words, at the gaping meaning: i like you. in more ways than one. you were never a poet to begin with. so you cast aside these feelings overboard and into the sea, leaving kazuha sighing more often than beidou has patience for. and that means, she’s decided to leave the two of you stranded on an island off the coast of liyue (‘an easy little comission’, she dubs) till you can figure your feelings out, or get eaten by mitachurls. tough love makes the crux go around.

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FLUSTERED, ANGEL?

— things they do that make you flustered.

characters: kaedehara kazuha, xiao, scaramouche / wanderer, albedo, tighnari, cyno, shikanoin heizou, kamisato ayaka, mona megistus, beidou, shenhe, yae miko, gn! reader.

tags: sfw / suggestive, some female leaning pet-names (princess, etc.), mentions of blood and injury (mild), mentions of alcohol and being tipsy.

author’s note: first time attempting to write for some of the girls! i hope you guys enjoy! these are just some short headcanons, the idea came to me and i thought i’d give it a try. thank you @bunny-rambles for suggesting beidou and for being the first one to read these! <3 tagging @alatusprinz as well, since many of your favorites are featured here, akina, and you wanted to read it 💞

KAZUHA.

when he recites poems to you.

his voice is gentle and melodic, akin to a honeyed early autumn breeze. his bandaged hand finds yours, holding it delicately, his thumb tracing patterns over the back of it.

to kazuha, you are beyond ethereal, his muse, his love, who inspires the majority of his poetry. silvery lashes fluter closed when his lips brush against the back of your hand. you’re frozen in place, gaze wide, cheeks rivaling the warmth of the setting sun.

“i adore you, my dove.” kazuha utters, millimeters away from your parted lips, before leaning in, stealing the breath caught in the back of your throat, held there since he started his ministrations, his verses enchanting you as much as his presence and loving gestures.

and when his kisses move from the corner of your lips to your jawline and your neck? kazuha is aware of the effect he has on you, how you tense up at first, to let out pleasured sighs afterwards, your hands tugging slightly at the platinum roots of his long silky hair.

XIAO.

when he scolds you for being reckless / not taking proper care of yourself.

you know your yaksha vowed to protect you, and truth be told, you always tried your best to be extra careful when going out on missions. sometimes, though, injuries and bruises can’t be avoided.

“why didn’t you call my name?” xiao asks you, his tone harsher than he intended. his own scarred hands keep at work bandaging the gash on your arm.

“i didn’t want to bother, xiao.” you point out, nonchalantly. crossing your legs over the bed you’re sat at, head resting on the wall behind you, you add: “it wasn’t that much of a tough fight, and i know you have other, more important, matters to attend to.”

the slam on the wall right beside your head is something you had not expected.

“more important? do you honestly think i could have anything more important to attend to than your safety?” xiao’s golden eyes are intense, almost glowing, brow furrowed in-between concern and frustration, his tattooed arm caging you between him and the wall.

and as you shake your head and stutter a “n-no?” all you can think about is the way the adeptus’ lean muscles are tensed up and how close he is to you right now.

SCARAMOUCHE.

when he asks you to give him your hand.

you swear the wanderer has put a spell on you. his eyes, an all too hypnotic shade of intense violet; his voice, softening when he addresses you. scaramouche extends his hand to you, slender fingers slightly folded when he asks you to take it.

for an instant, you find yourself lost in thought, as if in a trance by the wondrous man that he is. the warm breeze of sumeru’s night ruffles his locks of midnight hair. his free hand comes up to catch the brim of his hat, the veins and tendons prominent when he flexes his fingers.

“well? what are you exactly waiting for?” scaramouche chuckles, an amused and proud glint flitting across his eyes of iris petals. you start, pulled out of your little reverie by his baritone.

you inhale, breath hitching under the wanderer’s inscrutable yet softened gaze. you take his hand. he squeezes it, firmly but gently. together, you take off into the night.

ALBEDO.

when he asks you to model for him.

it’s the nonchalance in his tone and his calm visage that cause your cheeks to warm up. it’s the way he carries himself, elegant, regal, the picture perfect image of a golden prince.

“my love,” the alchemist, now in the role of a painter, begins. “would you do me the honor of being my model?” albedo inquires, thumb tracing your lower lip.

you swallow, the icy air of dragonspine not enough to cool down the heat rising to your face. albedo’s teal eyes regard you, curious, attentive, as if trying to commit to memory every detail, every eyelash and line of your face.

you nod, not trusting your words to not tremble. and when your lover pulls down your sweater, baring your shoulders, the gentlest of kisses landing there, and tells you to keep still, that he will begin to paint you, your heartbeat is loud on your ears.

TIGHNARI.

when he gets sassy, especially when his intention is to tease you, just a little.

your boyfriend is very pretty, undeniably so, his hazel turquoise eyes focused on his task; dark silky hair gently swaying in the rainforest’s soft breeze; his long ears twitching every now and then, velvety tail following suit, swishing from side to side.

there are moments like this, in which you get completely entranced and captured by tighnari’s beauty, by him, your gaze unapologetically focused on his form, and unaware that, you are, in fact, staring.

“love, your eyes are going to get dry if you don’t blink.” tighnari’s voice pulls you out of your daze, your gaze even more wide, if that was possible, at your boyfriend’s teasing tone.

you start, scrambling for words that would die in your throat.

“i- uh… i…” you can feel your heart rate increasing, tighnari’s amused grin making it impossible for your thoughts to clear.

he chuckles, then:

“it’s okay, darling.” tighnari’s lips brush against the corner of yours, you can feel his smile. “i know just the way to make you close your eyes.” he whispers, before leaning in to properly kiss you on the lips.

CYNO.

when he tells you he’ll keep you safe.

cyno is aware you can hold your own in a fight and emerge as the victor. but his instincts and protective nature always urge him to keep you safe and guarded.

the way cyno’s hand wraps softly but firmly around your wrist should be familiar by now and yet, this simple action of his always manages to cause for your breath to hitch.

perhaps it is because it comes with no previous warning; maybe it’s the way his voice drops an octave when he gets close to you and assures you: “you’ll be safe with me.”; and of course, it could also be the caress of his hair on your skin when he leans close to whisper reassuring words, and the intensity of his scarlet gaze.

more than once, he has wondered if you were feeling alright, if there was some danger that he had not sensed yet. it’s endearing, you think, how your boyfriend has no idea of the effect he has on you.

HEIZOU.

when he uses pet names, his green eyes crinkling up with every smile.

the young detective knows very well the effect his compliments and lingering touches have on you. not one to be shy or bashful, heizou uses his flirtatious ways to make your heart skip some beats.

sometimes, he takes you completely by surprise, his arms wrapping around you from behind when you’re preparing breakfast. for a few seconds, he just stays there, the sweetness of your scent making him feel as if his nightly dreams haven’t ended yet. then, out of nowhere, he leans close to your ear, messy strands of his maroon hair tickling you when he whispers:

“good morning, my princess. you look beautiful as ever.”

the pan and spatula you were holding almost clutter to the counter, at the same time an electrifying sensation runs all the way down your spine.

when heizou chuckles, however, nuzzling further into your shoulder, you can help but smile and regard him fondly. what a charmer he can be, but he is your charmer, and that makes you happy, he makes you happy.

AYAKA.

when she is in battle, assisting or protecting you.

the shirasagi himegimi cuts through the battlefield in a rapid dance of frost and steel. her movements are precise, elegant and effective, cutting down opponent after opponent with her blade.

her clear sky gaze is serious, focused, not leaving any room for hesitation, as if she was able to predict every movement from the enemy.

perhaps it is ayaka’s enchanting presence that makes you lose focus, your own weapon knocked out of your grasp before you realize exactly how and when it happened.

“you’re finished!” the kairagi spats, only for the blow to never come.

a clash of metal, then, your girlfriend’s voice, uncharacteristically cold, as the snow and frost she commands.

“i don’t think so!” she announces, knocking the enemy unconscious with a masterful flick of her katana, a rain of frosted sakura petals in her wake.

MONA.

when she teaches you astrology and hydromancy.

mona was always passionate about her craft, that was a known fact to the people of mondstadt, including you. what you had never expected when you first met the mighty astrologist, was that she would end up teaching you some techniques.

mona sits crossed legged across from you, a huge leather-bound book with shiny dark blue covers and golden lettering embossed on them in her hands. her dark bangs fall over her clear teal eyes, flitting from one side of the page to the other. meanwhile, you are trying to learn how to draw star and natal charts. the process is clearly not as easy as your lover makes it seem, multiple calculations and accurate line-art required.

unaware, you let out a huff of frustration, which catches the attention of your partner.

“alright, let me see what you’ve got.” she tells you, a hand on her hip, the other glossing over your papers. “not bad at all.” she muses. “let me see… here.” she says, taking ahold of your hand and guiding your pencil in the right direction. “try like this instead. it will be easier!”

you’re not sure your now distracted and flustered state is going to make the task at hand any less complicated, but for mona, you’ll try. after all, the spark in her eyes, and the excitement she tries to downplay are a cute sight on her.

BEIDOU.

when she’s tipsy and gets more physically affectionate with you in public.

party nights at the alcor were not something uncommon, what with everyone in the crew and the captain’s good mood and love for tasty meals and quality drink, the atmosphere was usually quite suitable for celebration.

the issue, sometimes, was that captain beidou definitely had a high alcohol tolerance, while some of the crew members did not, which resulted in a very drunk and very diverse bunch at the end of the night.

as much as beidou can hold her alcohol, though, it was oftentimes that she drank enough to be tipsy, which resulted in the affections you two kept in her private cabin to be somewhat exposed (to the few members of the crux that weren’t completely inebriated, anyway).

“babe, come here.” beidou smiles, widely, wrapping her strong arms around your middle. it catches you off guard, the way she rests her chin on your shoulder and tightens his hold a little tighter around you so in public.

and perhaps it’s everyone’s chatter and laughter, or the marine breeze lit by the moon, or the knowing look a certain ronin gives you, smiling and walking away to give you and beidou more privacy, but, even though you can’t help being a little shy, you suppose it’s okay to indulge too.

SHENHE.

when she picks you up in her arms.

no matter if it’s exhaustion or a sprained ankle, your girlfriend really doesn’t hesitate to hoist you up and carry you in her arms. gradually, you’re getting used to it, and you have to admit it feels nice, to rest in her plump chest, her heartbeat a relaxing constant as you cross through liyue’s landscapes.

however, the first few times it always took you completely off-guard. you are not sure if it was shenhe’s calm expression or the ease with which she picked you up, as if you weighted nothing, but you remember how you mentioned you were tired once, and next thing you knew you were being carried around.

thinking back on it, it was kind of cute, how shenhe didn’t really understand why you got so shy. you ended up chuckling, pecking her lips softly, a “thank you, dearest.” leaving your lips as you hugged her close under jueyun karst’s moonlight.

what you don’t quite know, however, is that that simple action of yours caused for color to raise to your beloved’s cheeks.

YAE MIKO.

when she wipes traces of food from the corners of your lips.

delicate petals in various shades of soft pink and rose flutter in the early spring breeze at narukami shrine. the sky is clear and cloudless, the last remnants of winter’s snow having melted away weeks ago.

you and lady yae, the guuji of narukami shrine and also your lover, find yourselves enjoying some dango milk, the new sweet drink that’s become so popular in inazuma lately.

yae miko is telling you stories about her past, being a youkai having lived for hundreds of years, her tales are always fantastical and full of magic. her hair, matching the cherry blossoms above, sways delicately with every one of her movements. you can’t help but be in awe at the elegance and presence she carries herself with.

“wait a second, my little one.” she says, inching closer to you, violet eyes focused on your lips. using the back of her index finger, she traces your cupid’s bow, cleaning up the pink sugary residue of the beverage. “there.” she nods, her hand still not separating from your face, which you are sure your lover has realized how hot it has become at her touch.

🦋 ─ 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆

𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒 ─ 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗈𝗇 [ 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗋!𝖺𝗎 ]

𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 ─ [ 𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗅𝗂𝖺 ] [ 𝗄𝖺𝖾𝗒𝖺 𝖺𝗅𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗁 ] [ 𝗄𝖺𝖾𝖽𝖾𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗄𝖺𝗓𝗎𝗁𝖺 ] [ 𝗑𝗂𝖺𝗈 ]

𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌 ─ 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖻𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒

[ 𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗅𝗂𝖺 ]

- constantly invites u for a call with him on discord while he streams cause he says ur voice sound nice

- probably met u through zhongli being ur bestfriend cause peepaw needed some help navigating discord

- u guys play first person shooting games together

- his fans were so tired of listening to him say things like “y/n would rlly like this game” “y/n like this character” “*mutes on dc*they sound so gorgeous ugh😩”

- probably was streaming when he confessed while the both of u were in the middle of a game through dic vc

- he continued playing the game normally while he confessed

- the fans were having a field trip hearing him confess his luv to u

- and when u accepted his feelings😩🤌 mf rlly blushed infront of millions of people

- fans r so happy for yall but also feel like they lost cause this man babbles about u even more now

[ 𝗄𝖺𝖾𝗒𝖺 𝖺𝗅𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗁 ]

- this cheeky ass mf

- u were a mod in his dc server that he got close to and now yall have daily meetings cause he keeps bugging u to call him

- makes u play those rlly popular games with him

- sometimes it feels like ur the server owner and not kaeya cause of how much he annoys everyone

- confessed when u guys were playing fnaf security breach cause he got terrified and accidentally said it

- didnt realize he confessed until chat kept saying “HSJSJ OH MY FUCKING GOD HE DID IT” “GO BESTIE🤩🤩” “WHENS THE WEDDING???”

- u accepted ofc he tried to stay cool and be ✨suave✨ but failed miserably to keep his cool

- its ok tho he might be an idiot but hes ur idiot

[ 𝗄𝖺𝖾𝖽𝖾𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗄𝖺𝗓𝗎𝗁𝖺 ]

- 😩my precious main

- met u through a worldwide championship in a rythme game he likes

- u guys kept playing girls band party together

- his fans love u cause u add on to the soft vibes that he gives off

- definitely confessed through a song in the game

- the fans felt so giddy when he confessed cause there was so much cute things he said

- and when u told him u liked him too😩 he was about start sobbing cause he luvs u so much and didnt think ud accept

- “i like this song🥺” 🤝 “i like this song too ( only cause u like it tho )🥺” dynamic

[ 𝗑𝗂𝖺𝗈 ]

- AHHHHHHH XIAOOOO😩😩

- u guys play gacha games together

- u met through the game and started to get closer

- u didnt know he was a streamer tho and when he told u💀💀

- u got so embarrassed cause u realized that he forever has a whole collection of the both of u doing embarrassing shit

- and when he introduced u to his fans😭😭it got even worse cause they were like “oh u were that person that got oneshotted by the hypostasis that one time”

- his fans saw that the both of u got the chemistry together ( do u see the twice ref ) and then started shipping u both

- confessed by placing “ily❤️” in his serenitea pot then invited u inside

- u accepted ofc yk cause u couldnt reject the pretty man that u also had feelings for

- his character then stood infront of ur character while barbara was in the middle

- ugh😩😩 ur relationship is literally couple goals ykyk

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genshin men as one-night stands

premise: after a blurred night of passion, you try to leave your one-night stand's house. how do they convince you to stay?

tw: suggestive, minors dni

Spoils You Rotten

wakes you up to the smell of pancakes and coffee. usually, when you have one-night stands, you usually are quick to change and book it. but the smell of pancakes was just so heavenly, you let curiosity get the best of you.

when you get to the kitchen, you're welcomed to the sight of him in a frilly apron, flipping pancake batter on the pan. he hums to himself until he turns around to see you, gaping at him as if you'd just seen a ghost.

"good morning, love. do you want me to run the bath now? i know you're probably a little sore from yesterday. i have some scented candles in the cabinet, although i'm not sure which one you'd prefer so i wanted to wait for you to get up so you could choose."

"what—" you gulp, trying to process the sight before you.

he tilts his head, puzzled. "is something the matter, love?"

"i'm—i'm just surprised, is all," you try, "i didn't peg you as the type to have...um...one-night stands."

he chuckles, sliding the pancakes onto a plate. "i don't."

he turns to you, his eyes locked onto you. "you're not a one-night stand. i fully intend to get to know you better. now, i'd pick up that jaw off from the floor, dear. you're going to let the flies in."

snapping out of your bewilderment, you close your mouth.

"good. now, would you like to take a bath? the muffins should be done in ten. i can bring your breakfast over to you in a bath tray when it's ready. and maybe after..." he gives you an unexpected smile. "i can massage all your sore parts?"

zhongli, alhaitham, diluc, tighnari, kaeya, albedo

Will not physically let you leave the bed

you literally can't move. not even when you try. when you wake up, you find yourself in a bear trap. you're legs are tangled with someone else's their arms locked around your waist in a vice grip. instead of chirping birds, you hear the thudding heartbeat of their chest resting below your ear.

when you try to maneuver out of his hold, his arms only tighten around you more. he groans lowly in your ear, shifting a bit.

"what's the hold up?" he murmurs into the crown of your head. "stay."

so much for sneaking out unnoticed.

you stiffen at his morning voice. it's unexpectedly raspier than you'd expected. he takes the opportunity to kiss your forehead tenderly, a lot tenderly than a usual one-night stand would.

"i have some errands to run." it isn't entirely untrue. surely, there must be something you need to do today.

he stares at you for a long second before huffing. "five minutes won't hurt, those errands can wait."

"wait but—"

before you can brace for it, he's already turning on his side and taking you along with him. he nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses.

"you weren't thinking of leaving right after a night of intimacy, right?" he mused. "i thought you enjoyed last night. i certainly did."

you flushed at the memories. as much as you wanted to leave as you'd planned, it was awfully comfortable in his embrace. it was warm, soft, and welcoming.

"stay for a little longer, okay?" he cooed into your ear, pulling the covers over you. "at least, long enough for round two."

scaramouche, cyno, thoma, kaveh, itto,

Finds excuses to make you stay

the moment you make any sign of leaving, he's already calling for you to help him with something.

you try getting out of his grasp first thing in the morning? he's asking for a kiss on the cheek to wake him up, he can't get up without it. picking up your clothes off the floor? he's already offering you an extra change of clothes, not to mention helping you put it on. he even smiles at your flustered state. getting ready to leave? he's tugging your sleeve, offering his many amenities at home that are seemingly much better quality than yours: his cleanser, his cute headbands, his moisturizers.

and you can't say no. not when he's giving you those eyes. so you end up staying.

in a blink of an eye, you find yourself suddenly helping him smooth out the outfit he asked you to choose for him, hands running down his torso. leaning towards you, you can feel his eyes digging into your skin.

"thank you, sweet thing," he says, pressing a kiss on your nose.

"it's no problem," you mumble. "but i really—"

"how about staying for a cup of water?" he offered. "you know how important it is that you drink water first thing in the morning. it's supposed to be good for your skin. digestion too."

"well, alright—"

"and while we're at it, what about a movie? i have some classics i've been dying to watch and it's always better to watch with somone else."

you end up staying wayyy longer than you expected doing the small things: sorting through books, doing face masks, watching halfway through a movie, eating breakfast together, helping him look for butterflies on his front yard, getting the mail together. all while the two of you exchange jokes.

by the time it's well into the afternoon, you finally snap out of your daze, realizing the time.

"you just noticed?" he grins. "how cute. well, thank you for putting up with my antics, sweet thing."

he kisses you softly on the mouth.

"think of this morning as an advertisement for the other mornings to come, whenever you want to stay the night again. you won't regret it."

kaveh, itto, childe, ayato, kazuha, venti,

love is in the details.

after years of being married and living together, you two have settled into a little routine. what’s the little moments that make your life special?

genshin characters x reader 

brushing each other’s hair in the morning

early in the morning, regardless of whether either of you have to go out or not, you help brush each other’s hair. if you’re in a rush, he’s groggily following you into the kitchen, hairbrush in hand. you’ll be sitting there eating breakfast while he’s standing behind you trying to manage your bedhead.

his touch is gentle, loving as he files through your strands. if you have a specific hair routine in the morning, he’ll do that for you. rubbing your favorite hair oil in his hands, he’ll gingerly comb it through your hair, massaging your scalp in the process.

and you’ll brush through his hair and try to micromanage the little tufts that stick out. when you’re finished, he’ll turn around to give you the softest kiss on the forehead and say “thank you, love.”

when you two know neither of you are going out for the rest of the day, you’ll pull out your collection of flowery clips you saw the other day at the market and tie his hair up in multiple silly little ponytails decorated with butterflies.

even if he doesn’t like it, he’ll never tell you. not when you look so happy, content with making a mini ponytail that made him look akin to a unicorn. instead, he’ll sit still and look pretty, watching through the mirror’s reflection as you clip his hair back with a giggle. his eyes will soften, like you’re the most precious thing. 

kaeya, kazuha, diluc, zhongli, baizhu, albedo, alhaitham, xiao

 brushing your teeth together

it doesn’t seem like a big thing, but you two make it a point to never brush your teeth without the other. not if you can help it, at least. when one of you gets out of bed before the other, whether it’s because you have something you need to do or you’re making breakfast, the other will quickly follow suit. 

when your eyes accidentally meet each other’s in the mirror, he’ll raise his hand to ruffle through your hair. and depending on his mood, he might put you into playful headlock, not letting go until you squeeze the fat at his waist. 

sometimes while you’re doing other things, he’ll come from to tug at your wrist, signaling that he needs to brush his teeth after eating something sweet. he won’t say anything, but the two of you have quickly reached a silent understanding. 

and if he’s feeling a little bit annoying that day, he’ll press a messy kiss on your cheek. you’ll groan as you clean the toothpaste off your face but he’ll just smile smirk cheekily at you as he tries to dodge your own kisses. 

in the midst of your scuffle, if toothpaste lands on your shirt you’ll point at it and laugh together. 

some days, when you’re sad, you find it hard to keep up with personal hygiene. there are days where it feels too hard to get out of bed and take care of yourself, but he’s always there to make self-care seem just a bit easier. 

childe, thoma, tighnari, scaramouche, kaveh, ayato, gorou, alhaitham

singing songs in the kitchen

when you two are cooking, the two of you will sing together. it’s not some loud thing. if one of you has a song stuck in your head, you’ll hum it in harmony as you fry the eggs. 

occasionally, you two will break out in full-on concerts. you’ll pretend that the spatula is your microphone as you preform a grammy-winning duet. as you wait for the pot the boil, you’ll dance as if you’re on stage in front of thousands. 

as time passes, you guys end up leaving a notepad and pen somewhere in the corner. while you’re cooking, baking, or simply getting a snack from the fridge, if you have some kind of song/lyric idea you’ll messily scribble it down and be on your merry way. 

and so, you two probably have a couple albums worth of silly songs. sometimes you write it together, sometimes you’ll pass by and check to see if he added something new. sometimes the songs are about the new cooking recipe you’re trying out, sometimes it’s a sweet love song. 

either way, the two of you are jamming it out in the kitchen. whether the two of you are cutting vegetables or stirring the pot, you two are in harmony. 

venti, kaeya, kaveh, kazuha, cyno, childe, itto, thoma

playing little pranks 

when you least expect it, he’ll switch your rings. just to see if you’d noticed. he’ll give you at least a couple of hours (at most a day, but that’s only if you’re really busy) to notice. if you do, he just smiles cheekily and switches them back. if you don’t, he’ll pout and ask for a kiss to make up for it. 

when you’re feeling overworked and burnt out, he’ll walk into the room with a glass of water and some fruit. he’ll give you a kiss for good luck, nuzzling his nose into the crown of your hair and walk out swiftly as if he was never there. 

if you don’t look up fast enough to catch him before he’s out the room, you’ll miss the fact that he’s wearing your bra outside of his shirt and walking as if he was on a runway. when you do, you’re quick to act on it. you sprint out of the room with the biggest grin. by then, he’s heard your footsteps and is already on the run. when you catch him, you pepper him with hundreds of tiny little kisses.

“that’s what you get for taking my bra,” you say in-between giggles. 

he wraps his arms around your neck, peppering you with equally as many kisses. 

“i don’t think this is a very good punishment. i’m not supposed to like it,” he muses cheekily. 

when the two of you’ve calmed down, he’ll give you a final kiss goodbye before you return to work, recharged.

his little shenanigans might be distracting sometimes, but it’s because of him that you’ve learned the importance of stepping back and letting yourself breathe. 

venti, childe, kaveh, kaeya, itto, ayato

genshin sugar daddies

premise: you have seven sugar daddies: one for every day of the week. a bit overwhelming, right? however, you somehow find ways to make time for each and every one of them, no matter how emotionally and physically demanding they are. it's just that, now they don't seem too keen on sharing, and you don't know what to do. (modern au)

tw: nsfw, dark content - minors dni

mondays are always harder in more ways than one. mondays are diluc's days, and that means that you're spending a good portion of your nights at angel's share.

on mondays, it's happy hour. which means that you're sitting at a booth in the corner looking pretty while diluc is tending to his customers. you're more than happy to sit back and relax while you wait for him to finish with work. when the drinks are on the house, you're willing to wait as long as it'll take.

periodically, when he's not busy, however, he'll walk over to you and engage in conversation. you act as a taste-tester for new drinks so he's always asking you if you like them. you two will talk about your day, any interesting events, and so on until diluc is pulled back into work again.

then you're back to fiddling your fingers and watching him work. over time, you've learned that he preferred that you not do anything while you were supposed to be with him. that instead, you fixated your gaze on him while he moved about. sometimes you'll catch him looking at you to see if your eyes are still on him.

even while he's dealing with a certain tone-deaf bard, there's something about the way he looks at you so intently that reminds you of a predator.

when angel's share closes, you're there to keep him company while he cleans up. when he's done, he'll sweep you away back to his manor.

you'll fall onto the sheets as he grinds against you. his shallow breaths brush against your throat. the look he gives you is nothing short of intense.

"everyone at the tavern was looking at you, you know," he mutters, running his fingers down your chest, sinking into your pants. he pulls them down effortlessly along with your panties. "didn't you feel it, darling? their filthy eyes on you. they want to ruin you. everyone wants to ruin you."

he throws your legs over his shoulders, his fingers crawling up your thighs. you jump when he suddenly inserts two fingers into your cunt, scissoring you. his free arm wraps around your leg to keep you locked against him. his eyes are glued onto you as he presses a kiss against your calf.

"but your eyes were on me all night, weren't they. couldn't take your eyes off me, could you. you're mine, dear. do you hear me? you're mine."

you don't overlook how tight his grip is. tight enough to make you wonder if he'll ever let you go. in the morning, he does, but you're scared for the day he wakes up and decides that it's for the last time.

tuesdays aren't as bad. when you’re sore from the night before, childe is there to take you out to meals, shopping, and sightseeing. he's not always available to spend time with you on tuesdays, because of his equally-demanding job and whatnot, but when he is free, he never wastes a second.

or a dollar.

childe smirks smugly from his sea. his posture is lax, one hand lazily tracing circles on the chair's arm while the other comes up to rest under his chin.

"how about you twirl for me, girlie? you look so beautiful."

you giggle, observing yourself in the mirror. "why thank you."

you bask in the way the soft satin kisses your skin. the way your newly-own earrings sparkle under the dressing room's light. just a couple years ago, you could've only dreamed of being dressed so prettily.

"do your side-bitches ever treat you as well as me?"

"childe!" you chide.

he laughs, getting up from his seat. but you both know better than to believe his little chuckle is genuine.

he approaches you, sliding his hands around your waist. tucking your head under his chin, he stares at you through the mirror's reflection.

you don't say anything, and childe doesn't either. it appears he's more than happy to enjoy just standing there. his gaze is glossed over, far away.

the two of you sway side to side for what seems like forever until he decides to say something.

"do they buy you pretty things like i do?"

of course they do, you think. although you spend one-on-one time with each and every one of them, they are all aware of each other. it's only right that they did. it was the first thing you said when you brought the idea up to them, that it wasn't going to be exclusive.

but when you see the way he looks at you, you can't really tell him the truth. not when his focus is redirected from his thoughts to you.

"the things you buy me are a special kind of pretty," you reply.

it seems like that answer is enough for him, because he doesn't say anything else. instead he hums quietly, letting the vibration ripple in the back of your head. he slides his hands down your hips and before you can say anything else, he whips his head around.

"i'll buy these sets." he motions over to the closest clothes rack to an attendant you hadn't noticed. "and that one. and the dress she's wearing. how many colors does this come in, by the way?"

the attendant doesn't hesitate. "five colors, sir. they come in bla—"

"great." he shuffles through his pocket to pull out a black card. "pack them up, we won't be here any longer," he retorts.

the attendant looks ecstatic, quickly shuffling out of the dressing rooms towards the cash register with newfound glee.

"childe," you whine. "i don't think these will fit in my closet."

his hands crawl lower, his finger hovering over your clit. "then they'll fit in mine. come over any time of the week when you want to wear one of my special pretty things."

your breath hitches as he rubs slow circles on your clit. he pushes the two of you back into the dressing room and closes the curtains.

"what are you doing, she'll be back any second—"

he kisses the corner of your jaw, pressing his lips close to your ear. "no worries. if there's one thing i'm sure about, it's that no one undresses you faster than i do."

wednesday is when usually everything calms down. kazuha will typically invite you to a new park, scenic route, or gallery. together, you'll write haikus, sonnets, and limericks together. some hours you'll just sit in silence, putting pen to paper. and when the sun goes down you'll exchange poetry.

out of the seven men, kazuha probably scares you the most. he was the first person you decided to do this whole ordeal with, after all. and since he's known you the longest, he also knows about your circumstances more than others. maybe that's why he's so focused on treating you as if you were a fragile cherry blossom petal. his touches feel like ghosts, running down your forearm as he presses a kiss to the apple of your cheek.

in exchange for his protection, his money, and his care, you give him honeyed words. you act as his muse for when he's hit a creative block. you're there to listen to him read out verses when the wind can't bear the strength to carry them. you listen to his grief about his best friend, his loneliness when he was forced to leave his home country. as someone many of the locals looked to for wisdom, he too carried the emotional burdens of being someone's rock. emotional burdens that he let onto you (whether purposefully or not, you're unsure). but you listen anyway, hearing him talk about days of poverty, where sometimes he had to worry about things to eat, or how to get proper healthcare.

you can't lie and say you're always stable enough to hear some of the things he has to say, but you try.

even if you sometimes feel like you can't take it, you just smile and squeeze his hand tighter like you're supposed to. sometimes your mind will go on autopilot, and sometimes you'll stand up on the grounds of needing to go to the bathroom. but at the end of the day, this is what you signed up for. this. making men happy so that you yourself won't have to worry about your endless debt.

you peer over your notebook to see kazuha immersed in his own writing. but instead of his usual peaceful expression, he looks somber. his hands won't leave the paper, his eyes glued onto the words that he's drawn onto the pages.

"what's got you so worked up?" you ask curiously. "is it something new?"

it's like your voice snaps him out of his trance. he blinks, looking up at you. there's a smile you know all too well on his lips. "yeah, i suppose you could call it that."

"could i look at it? i want to see what's got you so focused like that."

his lips press into a straight line. "hmmm, maybe later."

his words catch you off-guard. usually he's the one who's eager to share his work, regardless of the quality. "oh? is it something you want to keep secret?"

he doesn't many any hint of an answer. instead, he puts down his pen and stares at the ground in contemplation. he's picking and choosing what words to say.

"i could protect you," he says, shuffling his papers to the side. you turn to him, curious. his expression slowly hardens. "by myself, i mean. i could take care of you."

"kazu—"

"i have the means to make a living for the both of us. i could sell more of my poetry, i know they'll sell well—"

"where is this coming from?" you move closer to him, brushing his hair aside. "kazu, are you worried about something?"

there's something that's stopping him from saying anything. his fingers intertwine with yours, his thumb caressing the back of your hand.

he purses his lips, before turning away and sighing. "no, not really."

after that, he doesn't say anything else. the two of you bask in silence once again. even though you're used to the quiet, there's something deep down in you that feels nervous. like something in the atmosphere changed. there's a sudden resolved glint in his eye as he get backs to writing so diligently on a piece of paper he won't let you read.

after all these days spent talking about himself, somehow you're scared for the day he suddenly decides to stop.

on thursdays you're usually at tighnari's greenhouse, watching him take notes of other plants while you twiddle your thumbs. once in a while, he'll begin rambling about the plants—what kind of species they are, how rare, their medicinal properties, and the like.

you're more of a companion, than anything. someone who can make his days a little less lonelier. and you appreciate it. it's much more tranquil with him. you can enjoy his sharp quips, especially when cyno comes to visit.

his sex-drive is relatively normal, if not a little below average. just like wednesday, you also expect thursday to be a typical rest day.

except when spring comes.

when spring comes, your routine get a little wonky. for one week, at least. because that's when tighnari's heat hits him like a fucking monsoon.

you can already tell when it's coming when he begins to hover closer to you. whenever you take your hand out to do anything, even the slightest gesture, he's already taking it and dragging it towards his sensitive ears.

the moment you've made your plans set to 'take the week off' and help him out, he's already on you, face pressed into your neck as if it's his oasis.

as you can tell, he takes this week very seriously.

"i bet—shit—those other fucks don't get to hold you as long as i do," he lets out as he fucks into you like there's no tomorrow. his hands hold onto your waist like he owns it, pressing sloppy kisses down your spine. "looking so pretty for me. i wonder what they'd say if you got pregnant with my babies. you'd be so much more beautiful plump with my kids. is that what you want huh? to make them angry with my cum stuffed in your gorgeous pussy?"

some days you almost can't believe how uncharacteristically aggressive he is. he dicks you down like he's trying to imprint his shape into the core of your body so that none of the others can fit inside.

and when he cums, he'll take whatever unfortunate portions slip out and smear it all over your chest. especially where your heart is.

then the process starts all over again.

when it's over, he'll spoon you. as if he didn't almost fuck you to death. his touch is tender, like a ghost's hovering over your skin.

"why won't you leave them all for me?"

you shift a little to look at him and kiss him softy, sweetly, on the line of his jaw. "oh, nari, you know i can't."

his ears droop at your words. "you can't, or you won't."

his words make you freeze a bit.

you think back to last week, and the week before, and the one before that. you think about why you started selling your services in the first place, the endless debt you used to be in, and the progression of the relationship between all seven of your...contacts. even if you wanted to, you don't think you could back out if you tried. you've dug a hole for yourself. one deep enough to cause some sort of disruption if you ever decided to stop digging.

so you just hum. "you know how much i love routine."

as some sort of apology, you give him and open-mouthed kiss, one he's almost desperate to return. he moans, hands cupping your face to bring you closer to him.

you're well unaware how much your words have an impact him.

at the end of the week, all al-haitham wants to do is unwind. it's the only logical thing to do. no late-night drinks with the colleagues, no stressful trips to some tourist trap. on fridays, al-haitham comes home to a meal made with love.

when al-haitham's at work during the day, you're usually running your actual errands. it's when you have time to make those one-in-a-blue-moon visits to your actual home, although it's getting harder to call it that.

when it gets to the late-afternoon, you'll usually head to al-haitham's place to start cooking. if you didn't know how to cook before, you do now. every ingredient is handled with care, measured meticulously just as you knew he preferred.

and when he gets home, tired and stressed out, you're there to welcome him with a chaste kiss on the cheek.

during dinner, sometimes he'll talk to you about work or the latest research he'd gotten himself immersed with. in return, you tell him about some of your childhood memories. your likes, your dislikes, what used to be your hobbies. you do your best to keep your personal matters out of the conversation, no matter how many times he tries to pry into your private life.

sometimes dinners feel like a full on investigation, the way he keeps greeding for more information about you. he watches you eat with calculating eyes. you pretend to pay no mind to it.

in the beginning, kaveh used to join you for dinners. you always liked the guy, the way he bickered with al-haitham and riled him up. but now you've begun to see less of him, as if he never comes home on fridays at all.

after dinner, there are two different outcomes depending on his mood:

outcome one is that you'll spend the rest of the night curling up on his couch, the both of you immersed in your own books. al-haitham leans on your shoulder as he flips through the pages as if they're nothing. you can't help but feel ticklish whenever his hair brushes against your jaw.

somewhere in the middle, he'll move one hand to start fidgeting with the end of your shirt, sometimes crawling underneath to caress your sides.

outcome two is less quiet. the moment he gets home with that solemn face, you know it's coming. his voice is huskier, his responses shorter. it's usually a result of an impending deadline, colleagues being more peskier than usual.

the moment you two are done with dishes, he gingerly takes your hand and leads you up to the bedroom.

his kisses tastes like green tea and dinner. his hands run up and down your torso, trying to imprint the feel of your skin into every inch of your brain. you whimper when his thumbs press softly into your nipples, rolling them around as they harden.

your hands find purchase on his collar, tugging him impossibly close. he groans at the contact.

you let out a yelp when your back suddenly falls onto the bed. your hands are pressed onto the sheets, al-haitham's fingers encircling your wrists. his knee nudges your legs further apart, rubbing at your clit.

"don't look at the ceiling, dear, look at me," he breathes out, his hands leaving your nipples to gently guide your face towards. "that's it. good girl. just me. just look at me. only me."

he smiles.

"now, let me do god's work on your divine body."

saturdays with ayato can sometimes get hectic. some saturdays you're out getting bubble tea together and enjoying the city, and other saturdays you're hurrying to some publicitiy event hosted by the kamisato clan.

on those type of days, you can expect to wear gowns layered with shiny nylon tulle fabric. it's not as revealing as what you'd try on in dressing rooms with childe. in fact, it's a bit more modest.

today you're wearing a light-blue gown to match with ayato. you turn around to get a good look at the cute bow attached at your waist, your diamond encrusted earrings swaying along with you.

it's as if you've put on another costume. another front to wear for the night.

ayato enters the room just shortly after. in his hands is a diamond necklace to match with your stunning earrings. small smile falls upon his lips when he clasps it on.

"you're beautiful," he mumbles. you giggle when he kisses you square on the lips, licking away the tinted color.

"ayato," you press in-between kisses. you place a hand on his chest to gently push him away. "you're going to ruin my lipstick."

he pulls away with a cheeky smile, taking your wrists to wrap around his neck. "you can always put on some more later."

you pout but kiss him regardless. he tightens his hold on you in reaction, moaning into your mouth.

at these kinds of events, you're there as his plus-one. just so that other officials could stop introducing girls to him when he clearly wasn't interested in them. it'd be arguable to say that you might even be there to make the events a little less intolerable.

somewhere along the lines, you'd sleep with him in addition to being his arm candy at parties. sometimes even before: you two rushing to put on your formal attires and fix your hair minutes before the event started.

but beyond that, you started to get to know him better. he'd whisper into your ear about funny stories relating to the guests as you meet them. sometimes you'd run away in the middle of the party to binge out on the food and talk about your other interests. surprisingly, he doesn't talk about the politics behind his duties as the head of the kamisato family. not as much as you expected, at least.

instead he talks about his dreams for a family. how many kids, what their names would be, how he'd raise them. and as he talked, he'd give you this heavy gaze that you're not sure what to do with. as if he was expecting something from you.

you're beginning to believe that ayato has somehow confused contractual girlfriend with actual girlfriend.

when you had met ayaka months ago, ayato introduced you as his girlfriend. you didn't attempt to correct him—that's ayato's business. not your's. but when you're expecting ayato to come clean to his dearest sister, you're sorely mistaken.

instead, while he kisses your lips so hungrily, he subtly slips a diamond ring onto your finger.

sundays are usually kaeya's days off. although the cavalry captain's duties are seemingly never endless, he takes the day off to take a breather.

in other words, he sees you.

at first, it was just candlelit dinners. he'd walk in with a bouquet of roses, complimenting your dress and staring at you as if he was undressing you with his eyes. he'd take you to somewhere fancy, pull out the chair for you and sweet-talk you all through the night.

conversations were fun with him. you didn't have to think much at all, not about how to pay the bills, the six men in your life who seemingly began to want yours to only revolve around theirs, or being someone your not.

kaeya was probably the only one who you felt you could be comfortable with. he made you laugh, he'd tell all sorts of interesting stories, and he never made the silence feel awkward.

at least, that's how you used to be.

you see, usually after these candlelit dinners you'd both go back to his place, with him ripping off your clothes the moment the door closed. but as of recently, he's been asking to come over to your place instead more often. almost too often.

and that's not the only thing that's changed.

the sex used to be rough. heated. almost as if he was consumed by all of his pent-up sexual frustration and was only focused on getting off. he'd slurp your cunt like a man starved but he'd still rail you as if that's the only thing he cared about.

but as time passed, he's been getting more and more...sensual. the sex is much more slower. personal, almost.

vulnerable.

after dinner, he slowly slips off your clothing. one article after another, until your left in your underwear. he first kisses you on the mouth, then your neck, then your chest, then your stomach. slowly, he makes a trail of them down your body, as if no skin deserved to be left untouched.

although you made a rule that no one could leave your marks on you, it doesn't mean he doesn't try. as he kisses your lower lips, sometimes he'll attempt to leave marks close to your clit. if you're not careful, diluc will find it tomorrow.

his thrusts were always deep, but now that he's much more purposeful about it. it's rhythmic, as if he's trying to reach a new spot inside you. somewhere no one's touched.

the pillow-talks are much more longer as well. he holds you tighter now, wrapping his arms around your hips as he tangles his legs with yours.

instead of ranting on about the silly incidents he witnessed on the job earlier in the week, he talks about his feelings. towards you. towards diluc. towards himself. some nights you can handle it, some nights are too much.

but you can't say anything. not when he's holding onto you like you’re his lifeline. not when he helps you pay off your debt. and so you let his raspy voice whisper in your ear as he combs his fingers through your hair. you listen to him mumble sweet-nothings.

you're not sure if you like the adoring look he gives you as you drift off to sleep.

“zip it up for me, would you darling?”

premise: tonight, the two of you are attending a very important gala and you need help zipping up your dress. how does he react? tw: suggestive, minors dni

teases you

he'll zip it up, but not without a fight. you groan as he wiggles his eyebrows through the reflection of the mirror. instead of zipping the dress quickly like you'd hoped, his hands make themselves at home inside the dress.

his touch is light, but very much present, his fingers run down your back, tracing circles over your hips before wrapping around to your stomach. the way the dress hugs against your skin has his hands pressed even that more closely to you. he gives a playful squeeze to your stomach before trailing his hands lower—

you grip his wrists through the fabric of your dress.

"this is a rental," you remind him carefully. "you're going to stretch the dress out if you go any further."

he hums. "that's fine with me. i can always buy you a nicer dress."

he smiles coyly, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "in fact, i'd prefer there be no dress at all."

you stare at him, surprised. but before you can reply, he's already removed his hands and zipped up your dress.

"but we can always save that for after the gala, right?"

alhaitham, childe, kaveh, venti, gorou, kazuha, heizou, ayato, kaeya

uses it as an excuse to fluster you

he'll eye you intently through the reflection of the mirror before slowly dragging his gaze down the line of your back. his gaze is heavy, letting you feel his eyes prickle on your skin.

after moments of silence, he'll zip up the dress for you, just like you asked, but he'll also pull you close to him. his hands plant themselves at your hips. his chin finds its place in the crook of your neck as his lips rest dangerously close to your ear.

there's a sly smirk playing on his lips that's telling you he's up to no good.

"now it's your turn to return the favor, dear. i need some help zipping up my pants. or zipping down, if that's what you prefer."

alhaitham, diluc, kaeya, zhongli, childe, ayato, scaramouche, venti, cyno

gets flustered

when you asked him, he'd been too preoccupied with his own suit that he didn't notice your bare back exposed to him. but when he finally looks up, he freezes.

you peer at him curiously. "is something wrong?"

for the first few seconds, he makes no reaction. his eyes are stuck to your back. you smile at his silence. "what, can't handle a bit of skin?"

it's then that he finally snaps out of it. but he doesn't dare move or change his posture.

"um, no. it's fine."

you quirk a brow at him but say nothing more about it. "then can you help me? i don't think i can reach it."

he's hesitant, but moves towards you regardless. with a pair of shaky fingers, he zips up your dress.

if you pay attention close enough, you'll hear him whisper softly under his breath.

"this is dangerous."

xiao, tighnari, scaramouche, albedo, zhongli, thoma

makes you late to the gala

he doesn't zip it at all. in fact, the moment you offer, he's on you.

"you're so beautiful. how did i ever get you as a lover?" he says as he peppers you in kisses. his arms wrap around you, tugging you closer to him. "you're gorgeous. stunning. even without the dress. speaking of which..."

needless to say, the two of you arrive fashionably late to the gala. with both of you needing to redo your hair and makeup, you two don't arrive as early as you'd planned. nonetheless, while you exchange greetings with other guests, your delivering very specific looks to each other, as if suggesting round two.

kaeya, childe, venti, kaveh, heizou, itto

genshin men sleeping habits

premise: in the early glows of the morning, you wake up in the vice grip of your lover. while it’s very heartwarming, you need to go to work. how does he convince you to stay in bed with him a little longer? 

tw: suggestive for the last one

pretends to be asleep but doesn’t let up with his fucking grip regardless

you’ve. tried. everything. you tried nudging him awake, even gave him a couple kisses, but he doesn’t let up. instead, he groans and flips over, taking you along with him. you yelp, unable to brace for impact as you’re suddenly on your side.  

he shuffles a bit, wrapping his legs around you a little tighter (if that was even possible). he presses his nose into the crook of your neck. he sighs, content.

after minutes of effort, you decide to relinquish any hopes of waking him up. 

“i give up,” you say. “you win. a little longer won’t hurt, right?”

you get no response. but you don’t really need one anyway. 

he’s not a very good pretender, with the way his lips can’t help but break out into a little triumphant smile. 

alhaitham, kaeya, kaveh, childe, tighnari, thoma, zhongli, diluc, ayato, venti, baizhu, kazuha, scaramouche, xiao

he ambushes you when you least expect it

after many attempts to squeeze out of his hold, you’re successful. out of breath, maybe, but at least you gained the ability to finally roll out of bed and start the day. 

sitting up, you give one last glance to your lover. the way his chest rises and falls so rhythmically. the peaceful look on his face. the way he squints when the sunlight hits his eyes. how his hands unconsciously look for you again. you almost feel bad. 

that is, until you take one—maybe two, if he’s feeling generous—steps away from the bed. without any kind of sign, signal, or warning, he launches out of bed. he lunges at you like a ravenous wolf, wrapping his arms around your waist and hauling you back to bed with great force. he huffs when you land on his chest, but he’s quick to recover. 

he wraps his arms around your shoulders, locking you in with his legs. “you’re not leaving me.” 

you can’t help the grin spreading across your lips as you squirm. “let me go. i’m going to be late—”

he retaliates by peppering your neck with chaste kisses. “nuh uh. yo can’t leave me. my heart won’t allow it.” 

you can’t even turn to face him. “honey, if you don’t let me go, next time i’m going to burn your breakfast.”

“uh huh.”

“i’ll steal all your favorite clothes and hide them,” you threaten.

“please do. i’m sure you’ll love my birthday suit,” he quips back.

“and i’m going to use all the hot water.”

“we can always shower together.” 

“i’ll—”

“do you’re worst. i can take it,” he teases. “i’m still not letting you go. i chose you, i’m going to keep you ‘til the end of time. forever!”

with that, he presses sloppery kisses all over your face despite your protests that he needs to brush his teeth. even so, you can’t help but feel as if staying for five minutes more might not be so bad.

kaeya, kaveh, childe, thoma, venti, itto, heizou, ayato

“assures” you that getting ready doesn’t take as long as you know it does

“what if i did your hair and makeup for you?” he muses, pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek.

you scoff playfully. “do you even know my makeup routine?”

“it can’t be as complicated as mine. oh! you could eat breakfast while i button up your clothes for you.”

his offer gets a laugh out of you. “we both know you’re not going to finish buttoning it up.”

“hm? whatever do you mean?” his hands drag down your waist to your hips, tracing slow circles. “you don’t trust me to put your clothes on for you?”

“i don’t think they’ll stay on, that’s the problem,” you say, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. “you know how you get in the morning.”

“do i? how about you remind me? my little friend could use some help waking up—” 

you give him a look of warning, to which he groans. “fine, fine.”

with that, he’s left you in silence, absentmindedly petting your head. he closes his eyes.

...

...

...

“if you aren’t going to say anything, i’m going drop kick you.” 

he huffs. “don’t rush your genius boyfriend. what if i brushed your teeth  while you brushed your hair? as they say, teamwork makes the dream work.”

you furrow your brows. “wouldn’t you get toothpaste on my shirt?”

“how about the other way around?” 

you smile. “hmm... i like the sound of that.” 

he smiles back, pressing a kiss to your nose. “well okay then. five more minutes it is then.” 

you snuggle into his embrace, knowing very that he just spent the last five minutes trying to convince you to stay for five minutes more. 

gorou, childe, heizou, cyno, ayato, baizhu, diluc, zhongli, itto, kazuha, tighnari, venti, albedo

he suggests the two of you go for round two

he puts on a mischievous little grin, one you know is up to no good. “what if we ‘slept’ a little more and you called in sick?” 

his hand crawls down to your inner thigh, tracing teasing circles. “you’d be too sore to go to work anyways...you need to take care of yourself. what would your boss say if she saw you walking with a limp. hm? what do you say?”

you scoff at that. “i don’t think the solution you’re thinking of is going to help that.” 

he purses his lips, as if in deep contemplation. with his free hand, he grips your hips a little tighter to pull you back towards him. you stiffen in surprise at something hard pressing against the curve of your ass. his morning wood twitches. “are you sure? maybe you’re sore because you haven’t done the proper stretches yet. luckily for you, your precious boyfriend knows a couple ways to get your hamstrings all loosened up. i could draw us a bath after... turn on some music... maybe go again? doesn’t that sound good?”

you chuckle. “you’re impossible.”

he presses a soft, open-mouth kiss to the crook of your neck. “only with you, love.” 

scaramouche, kaeya, ayato, childe, kazuha, thoma, tighnari

how the genshin men rizz you up

premise: although you two have been dating for some time now, they never keep trying to charm you. what are ways your boyfriend keeps you on your toes?

WILL get into your favorite books/shows and try to copy your favorite characters

sometimes while you’re just chilling, he’ll walk into the room reading one of your books or having your favorite show playing on his phone. and because your tastes aren’t always shared, you’ll raise an eyebrow in question. “i thought you didn’t like it.” 

he doesn’t say anything, just merely shrugs at you and simply goes on with his day. and after that point, whenever you try to playfully glance over his shoulder, he flinches away. you’re confused, but don’t really say anything else. you trust him. if he didn’t want you to know, you’d respect that. 

you’d never expect two weeks later to be greeted with the sight of him with a fake rose in his mouth dressed as your favorite character you’d been gushing to him about for the past two months. you’re 100% sure he ordered his costume right off of amazon, with the way it barely fits him.

“why hello there,” he greets, still with the flower in-between his teeth. outstretched in his hand is a bag of your favorite candies. there’s something about his wig that makes this situation seem unreal. even if your favorite character shared the same hair color as him, he still puts on the wig, as if to really sell it to you.

you don’t even bother trying to stifle your laugh. if your carrying anything, you drop it immediately to bend down, cradling your stomach. “oh my god,” you say in-between chortles, wiping away a stray tear, “you are so cute.” 

he pouts. “is it not good?”

you can barely contain your smile. “it’s perfect.”

“but you’re laughing. you’re not supposed to do that. you’re supposed to get flustered and play along while i sweep you off your feet.” 

you tenderly take the candies out of his hands and put it on the table, placing his terribly-placed wig down along with it. running your hands through his hair, you kiss him softly. he’s quick to reciprocate, quietly moaning and cupping your jaw. he matches your pace, if not a little more eager. 

“don’t you worry, you do that already.” 

alhaitham, zhongli, gorou, tighnari, scaramouche, xiao, thoma, ayato, baizhu

bluntly expresses his feelings towards you

almost painfully so. 

“you look sexy in that hoodie.” 

“i know,” you reply monotonously. “i also know that we’re in a grocery store right now and there are children here.” 

he’s not always straightforward about his thoughts, but on days he’s feeling especially affectionate, the words slip right through. 

“listen, i just think the way you wear them is really cute. not anyone can pull it off, you know? but you do it so effortlessly. it makes your butt look super squeezable,” he comments, grinning when you give him a glare. “your face in general is just very hot. it’s just my type. i didn’t even know i had a type. i think i have a crush on you, honestly.” he leans his head on your shoulder, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. “you always know how to make me feel like a nervous teenager all over again.” 

“that’s very sweet,” you say with a chaste kiss on his cheek, “but i don’t know if saying this in the middle of the self-checkout is appropriate.”

he huffs, scanning the fruits and vegetables. “it’s fine if the children hear that, though, right? it’ll teach them to be more expressive.”

“i guess that’s true,” you humor him, “still, i’d appreciate it if we could enjoy this moment where it’s quieter.”

he contemplates before nodding. “okay, if that’s what you want.” he fixes his posture. “anything for you.”

you smile. “thank you.” 

when you get home, he continues to shower you in compliments. as he takes the large haul of groceries out of the car, he rambles. like a puppy, he trails after you as you unlock the door to your shared house, letting him inside to put all of your groceries on the dining table. 

“i just don’t think i appreciate you enough,” he mutters. “whenever you get me coffee in the mornings, i never thank you, but you spoil me as if i did anyway. i know sometimes i get mad at you for disagreeing with me but later on i end up regretting it.” 

he takes out the eggs carefully as if they were his own children and puts them in the fridge. “you’re always looking at the pros and cons for me, even when i don’t want to hear them. i love you so, so, so, so much. i appreciate you and respect you. even when you sometimes don’t want to cuddle.” he laughs, taking the strawberries out of your hands to put them away.

“i love our relationship dynamic, did you know that? because i know that. we’re always making sure we don’t go crazy. like that one time you helped me calm down when i was having a bad day. i love how you and i always tackle our problems together, whether they’re shared out not. you never make me feel like a bad person, just in progress. and i love how you trust me enough to open up to me, i know it hasn’t been easy but i appreciate that you’re always trying. you make loving you seem like the only right answer.”

by the time he’s done talking, you’ve put everything away. he ends his talk with tranquil silence, gathering the empty grocery bags and setting them aside for later use.

this time, you’re actually flustered. “where did all that come from?”

he doesn’t always get like this. sometimes he’s a little quieter, sometimes he gives you a small “love you” and it’s all you need to know. 

he shrugs. “i don’t know. i just felt like you needed to know and i had to tell you right away.” 

he gives you a little kiss like it’s nothing and goes to turn on the tv, leaving you speechless. in your previous relationships, romantic or platonic, no one had really taken the time to acknowledge your efforts so directly. you’d spend hours if not days worrying if your affections were equally reciprocated (or at least appreciated). being so openly appreciated was a new feeling that left you feeling open and vulnerable, which you were beginning to learn wasn’t necessarily a bad feeling at all. 

thoma, childe, itto, gorou, heizou, kaeya, kaveh, venti 

writes love letters to you

he writes them everywhere. on post-it notes, on pieces of scratch paper, on the margins of your work notepad (although you’ve had to hide them at some point because they were starting to get outside of the margins and you still needed them to write in). 

in these little notes, he’ll write all sorts of different things. whether it’d be how much he loves you, about a particular moment you shared that he felt was precious (he’d write it in specific detail, as if it were an excerpt from a novel), or any miscellaneous thoughts he believed was important to convey (”you looked really cute in that dress that other day. i love how you looked so happy in it.”).

he writes things as he thinks them. sometimes you two will be watching a movie together and he’ll have an ‘aha’ moment, get up, and grab a piece of paper to write in.  

and then he’ll leave them everywhere. 

everywhere. you once found a note just as you were putting your clothes in the washer. (”oh, i must’ve left it there.”)

one day, you end up asking him why he writes them, even though sometimes they’re not even intended to be read by you.

“i heard that you remember things better when you write them down,” he started. “sometimes i’d get little thoughts of you and i thought it’d be a waste to forget them.”

you open your mouth to say something but he continues. 

“on anniversaries and stuff like that, i always end up forgetting what i want to say. i’ll get so nervous or in the moment my mind will go blank. i don’t like that. so i thought that if i wrote them down, it’d help me remember exactly how to put my feelings into words.” he turns to look at you and beams. “and if they also help remind you how much i love you, then i’d say it’s an added bonus.” 

alhaitham, diluc, cyno, kazuha, albedo, baizhu, zhongli, xiao

makings kissing a game

whoever gives the most kisses wins. of course, neither of you are keeping track, but that doesn’t stop him from planting a big kiss on your mouth in the middle of the movie and saying, “fifteen points!” 

and naturally, not one to lose, you take up the challenge. you plant two kisses. that is where it escalates to the point where you two are trying to kiss each other without being kissed. it ends up with a lot of strange head movement that results in a fit of giggles. 

he kisses you on the cheek when he hands you your coffee like it’s a habit. in early mornings, when the two of you are still waking up, he’ll whisper a soft “five points” with a raspy voice. when you lunge to get him back for it, he’ll dodge, rubbing his eyes and pointing a little finger at you. “haha missed me.” 

on days you have work, if you don’t give him his goodbye kiss he’ll catch you on the way out. he’ll follow you groggily, silently. mid-way with putting your shoes on he’ll plant his lips on yours. his hand comes up to cup your face, gently caressing the apple of your cheek. you’re expecting him to murmur some amount of points at that point. but instead, he smiles into the kiss and hums. “i love you,” he whispers, “have a good day.” 

you end up leaving with a racing heart. although you’re used to his antics, he never fails to remind you how swoonworthy a simple kiss goodbye can be. 

venti, childe, ayato, heizou, tighnari, kazuha, cyno, kaveh, thoma, kaeya

genshin sugar daddies: leaving hickeys on you

premise: you have seven sugar daddies: one for each day of the week. it’s a bit overwhelming, but you try you’re best to keep each relationship relatively independent from the other. that means no hickeys. except, well, each one of them wants to make you theirs exclusively and they’re not above marking you secretly to send a message to tomorrow’s person. (yandere! possessive! genshin reverse harem x reader) (modern au!) 

*if you want more yandere genshin sugar daddy content the introduction is here but this can be a standalone read! 

tags: nsfw, dark content, afab reader, fingering, dirty-talk, unprotected sex, dub-con, smut smut smut smut smut

diluc is no stranger to jealousy. you can sense it in the way his eyes constantly beckon for yours. the way he grips tightly onto your waist. he never asks anything more than your gaze on monday evenings. they have to be on him. always. not for a second more are you allowed to look at anything else but him. he’s greedy, always pulling you to look at him once more. naturally, his gaze is always on you. 

you feel it drag up and down your back. crawl into the little dip in your neckline to see what’s underneath your clothes. 

so the one time, the one time, kaeya’s crafty attempts to leave hickeys on your folds and inner thighs in the midst of eating you out, diluc catches it. 

he sees it the moment he peels off your panties. what should’ve been a slow sequence of him sinking his tongue into your pussy is immediately halted at the sight of a very small but noticeable bruise in the juncture between your thighs and your labia minora. 

kaeya’s warning. 

the change in his demeanor is undeniable. his heavy gaze flits over to your face. intentful. unaware of the hickey, you’re understandably confused. 

if diluc’s seen something, he doesn’t tell you. instead, he internalizes the sight. it’s a warning and a challenge. 

mine. 

he’s quick to grab onto your wrists and pin them above your head. before you can brace yourself, he’s slipped a finger inside you. you gasp at the sudden intrusion, but welcome him as he curls his finger towards him, gently brushing against that spongy spot that leaves you breathless. 

he chuckles lightly as you roll your eyes back. his thumb presses on your clit, nudging it side to side. “you’re soaking wet,” he mutters, sliding another two fingers inside you. “all for me?” 

your hold on the sheets tightens. 

he leans closer to your ear. “i can’t wait to smear the remnants of your orgasm on my cock. make it slick enough to slip inside you. make you feel good. we want my darling to feel really good, right?”

you hiss when he starts thrusting his fingers into you at rapid speed. desperate. eager to make you spill your affection onto his hands. 

“that wasn’t a rhetorical question, sweetheart.”

you can’t help the moan that leaves you as you approach your climax. “y-yes! yes—ah—diluc!” 

his grin looks so unlike him. his thumb starts to draw circles on your clit, going quicker and quicker the more you squirm and moan. 

“cum on me. do it for me, princess. cum all over my hand. give me all your everything.”

you can barely understand the undertone in his words. instead, you reach your high. your orgasm pours out of you, onto his beckoning fingers. and instead of letting you go, he continues mercilessly until your left whining for him to stop. 

and he does. eventually. he slowly pulls his digits out of your crying cunt. he collects the droplets that trickle out of your lower lips and let’s it drip onto his twitching dick. he runs his hands along his shaft, letting out a shaky groan. 

“look how pretty you’ve made me. this is all you, darling.” 

he fucks you like it’s he’ll die if he doesn’t. blinded by the mixture of pain and pleasure, you close your eyes and submit to the feeling of overwhelming bliss. 

you’re so overwhelmed, that you don’t register how he’s kissing your neck like a man on a mission. 

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the two of you are in the middle of a normal tuesday brunch when childe sees it. when you turn to accept the menu from the waiter, he can see the slightest marks that you couldn’t hide, even with the most expensive foundation. 

you curse internally when you see his eyes narrow in on you. you should’ve known better than to ever believe that diluc would ever follow one of your only rules: no hickeys. 

and now childe, notoriously competitive, will feel compelled to have his fill. 

you should’ve worn a scarf. 

you thought that the position of the hickey, and the slight fadedness your foundation was barely able to provide would’ve been enough. you were wrong. 

like a built-in reflex, you smile. “what’s the matter? is there something wrong?”

he gives you a smile, an all-knowing smile as he takes the menu from you. “nothing is wrong at all, girlie. i’m just admiring that new necklace i bought you.”

you’re good at pretending nothing’s wrong, so you fiddle the crystals with your hand. “i love the way it shimmers,” you add, “i love how sparkly you’ve made me.” 

if you’ve done anything to settle his displeasure, he doesn’t show it. instead, he averts his eyes to the menu. you know better than to believe that nothing bad will come out tonight. 

for the rest of the night, he engages in small talk with you. about the weather. a new store that’s just opened up. some story about some poor guy who borrowed more money than he could ever give back. the thought makes you tighten your grip on your fork.

when you get back to his penthouse, he’s quick to strip you of your luxurious gown and all of it’s accompanied gold accents. when you reach to take off the necklace that decorates your neck, he stops you. 

“keep it on,” he whispers, his hand crawling up your thigh to grip your ass. “wanna fuck you looking so pretty in my jewelry. wanna make you shine with sweat as pretty as those gems.” 

“oh really?” you retort, sliding your hand between the two of your bodies and cupping his sex. he groans as you run your fingertips down his groin. “wanna make me shine with your cum?” 

“yes,” he gasps. in the heat of the moment, his eyes catches the faint outline of diluc’s mark just below your jaw. overtaken by some primal instinct, he presses your waist against him. “you’re letting all those side-fucks give you hickeys?” 

his words almost make you want to freeze. but you’re quick to resume back to normal, to pretend that those words don’t phase you. that you don’t hear the implications in the undertones of his voice. 

it’s worse if you tell him it was unintentional. 

“it’s a new development.” you tug at his hair as he digs his face into the crook of your neck. “you get only one.”

you need to have the upper hand. in a sea of seven men who are constantly demanding things from you, you have to take what you’re dealt with and do something before they overtake you.

he grins.  “you’re such a tease. which motherfucker left this on you?” 

you know better than to tell him. everyone knows that there’s seven who you’re regularly seeing. but they don’t know the names—not the order. you know better than to give names. these men are as powerful as they are rich, you wouldn’t do anything that’d upset the city’s dynamics. 

so you avoid the question, like you’ve always done. 

“i can think of better ways you can use that mouth, other than asking silly questions.” 

his brow twitches, but he doesn’t do anything else to push you. instead, he smiles into your neck. “only one?”

“only one,” you confirm.

he doesn’t hesitate to take off your necklace. his hands dive to the back of your neck to unclip it and toss it to the side. you let out a yelp in surprise when it clangs onto the coffee table. 

“i’ll buy you a better one,” he says in-between open-mouthed kisses on your jawline. “fuck, i’ll buy you a thousand more.”

he sinks down to your collarbone. “’been dreaming of this. my girl, my pretty, pretty girl, wearing reminders of me.” 

♡

the two of you are in the comfort of kazuha’s home. wednesdays are reserved for writing, and like always, you’re pinned under his watchful gaze while he writes his thoughts away in his notebook. 

with every few scrawls, he peeks over the paper to steal glances at you. you hum, pretending to be blissfully aware. you’re just here as his muse. 

as of this moment, you snuggle into your comfortable place in the back of his study, leaning against the window that expands to his backyard that oversees the sunrise and sunset. your own notebook rests on your thighs, your knees pressed close enough to your chest to allow you to write smoothly. kazuha sits across from you, his feet sometimes brushing against yours. if you laid your legs out straight, no doubt that the balls of your feet would meet his waist. 

he keeps stealing glances at you. has been for the past hour. no matter how much you try to focus on your own poems, you can’t brush away the feeling of being watched. 

his eyes are impeccable, and can spot the marks that occasionally peak underneath your scarf when you move a certain away. 

“you let them mark you?” he asks out of the blue. not accusatorily, per se, but you can detect the edge in his voice. 

the corners of your lips perk unnaturally. the moment you’d been dreading since you woke up had arrived. you let your eyes soften, as if it could soothe kazuha by any means. with a gentle hand, you reach out to softly grasp his hand that tightens around the edge of his notebook. it’s something he accepts readily, enveloping your hand with his. 

“i was meaning to talk to you about this, kazu,” you say tenderly. “it’s just something i’m trying out. everyone gets one. see if everyone’s okay with it.” 

kazuha doesn’t say anything. his gaze is fixated on your intertwined hands. “my love, they mark your skin like animals.”

you smile like it’s no trouble. because that’s what you need him to believe. you feel like kazuha’s a loose thread. tug him in the wrong direction, the wrong idea, and he’ll undo the entire sweater. 

“it’s only going to be seven,” you reply, trying to lessen the tension. 

“it’s better if there’s just one,” he retorts gingerly. “they aren’t gentle at all, are they?”

you don’t like the way his eyes sweep over your entire figure. you hold back a shudder, feeling as if a ghost had just passed through you. 

“they are,” you mumble, although you can hardly say it’s true. “don’t you worry kazu, i can handle myself.” 

your line of sight flits back to your intertwined hands; he lets go, instead running the pads of his fingers down the back of your hands before settling on your wrist. his hold is firm. it’s not tight enough to cause you pain, but not gentle enough to let you pull away. 

“i’m sure you do, love,” he mutters. but the way he says it makes it seem as if he doesn’t believe you.

his eyes connect with yours intently.

the rustle of your clothes shuffling echoes through the quiet study as he pulls your wrist towards his mouth. in doing so, you’re forced to lean forward. his eyes never leave you, not when he presses a soft kiss to the inside of your wrist.

“they just want you for your body,” he says, more to himself than you. “they don’t love you at all. everything would be so much better if you just dropped them. let me take care of it. take care of it all.” 

you don’t say anything back. he doesn’t want you to. and even if you did, it wouldn’t be something he’d want to hear. you have bills to pay. you have enemies a wealthy poet wouldn’t be able to defend you from on his own. 

his tongue slides out of his mouth to lick a long strip up your wrist, all while looking at you. he presses open-mouthed kisses in the same spot, sucking and nibbling with purpose. in-between kisses, his tongue draws letters on the expanse of your skin in a sentence you’ve begun to fear.

A L L M I N E  

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when spring comes, tighnari will sometimes give you hickeys. he’ll do it in the heat of the moment in a passionate rut. he can’t think of anything else but you. how perfect you are for him. how beautiful. how you belong to him. 

while he drives his cock into you the only way he knows how, his lips will find their place in the crook of your neck. on the curve of your breasts. on the plush of your thighs. he’ll kiss you like you’re his air. 

he’ll whimper into your skin. in that moment, you’re powerless to stop him. his pace is godspeed, pummeling into you like you’re his lifeline. driven to leave his white reminders of his love and devotion into your aching pussy. you can barely hold yourself up steadily. your fingers tremble. overcome with an insurmountable high, you can’t push him away as he leaves hickeys all over your body. 

it’s not to send a message to everyone, per se, but to express the feelings he’d been keeping pent up during autumn, winter, and summer. the overwhelming infatuation and adoration he feels for you. 

his pension for leaving nonstop hickeys on you starts to settle on the fourth day. and by the end of the week-long rut, they’ve faded just enough that you can cover it up with foundation and expensive jewelry. 

but when he’s not blinded by his sexual desperation during the spring, it’s a different story. 

it’s a perfectly fine thursday mid-afternoon in the comfort of tighnari’s study when he sees it. 

he catches a glimpse of kazuha’s kiss on your wrist when you pass a cup of tea to him. your sleeves ride up just a bit under the beaming sun. you notice too, and are quick to pull back. but it’s too late. the moment he’s set down the cup he’s grabbing onto your wrist and pulling back the sleeve. “what’s this?” 

you’re tempted to let out a breath of relief that he didn’t notice the hickey that barely rested on the edge of your collar. when you donned on the turtleneck sweater, you feared that he’d notice it if it slipped down and grow even more livid. 

just play it off. pretend. if you’re lucky, by the end of this week, you’ll end up with only six hickeys. 

“oh, i must’ve bumped into something.” 

tighnari scowls. “this doesn’t seem like an ordinary bruise. how’d you get it?” 

you’re scrambling for a believable response. “i was leaning back onto the counter and didn’t realize the corner was there.”

he chuckles. “clumsy you.” his forefinger inches up the slightest bit to press on it. 

you wince. subsequently, your entire body tenses. this isn’t like those times where you can lie sweetly to him whenever he asks for you to stay for good. this isn’t like one of those times you can charm your way out of a situation. the way he looks at you is knowing. feral.

“i wasn’t born yesterday, love,” he hisses. “i know a hickey when i see one, especially when i leave them on you every spring.”

the way he kisses you after is rougher than usual. desperate. needy. aggressive. he presses into you, his tail wagging tentatively. he brings your arms to wrap around his neck. his tongue caresses your own, exploring your mouth like it’s a new discovery. a new treasure trove. 

he whimpers into the kiss, his little squeaks and moans muffled by his need to devour you. 

you close your eyes and let yourself get swept up with the pacing. to get distracted by him. you hardly register the time pass before the two of you are naked, your clothes strewn across the floor in his bedroom. 

your back is pressed against his chest, your ass hugging his dick while he slides his hand down the valley between your breasts, stopping to pinch your nipple until it hardens. his other hand is left to its own devices, settling on your waist. 

his fingers find themselves in the comfort of your pussy. he whimpers at how amazing you feel around his fingertips. how every time he pulls in and out, there’s squelching noises that almost overtake his little whines and yelps. every time he pushes his fingers back in, your ass presses a little closer to his dick. 

he moans like you’re the one pleasuring him. like he’s on the cusp of euphoria, only silencing himself to press open-mouthed kisses on your shoulder. 

“it’s m-my turn,” he says in-between whines. “m-my pretty l-little pet.” 

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when alhaitham gets home after a long week of working, all he wants to do is relax in warmth of your embrace. friday is his reward. 

he eats dinner as always, asking you questions in-between bites while delivering long stares that still make you feel like you’re being researched. but this week, instead of insisting you two spend quality time together reading on the couch, he coaxes you into the bedroom. 

he groans into the kiss, pressing you to the wall as he helps you out of your clothes. but when he opens his eyes to admire your body, he doesn’t like what he sees.

he lets out an unamused chuckle. his hand brushes over your shoulder. “what’s this?” 

you try to speak, but he cuts you off with another kiss. when you gasp in surprise, his tongue dives into your mouth. 

he leaves you breathless; his pace is rough, almost angry. 

“what a bad girl you are,” he seethes, “letting all those bastards touch you like that? bruise your pretty, pretty skin?”

he doesn’t let you talk. he envelops your opportunity to reply with his relentless kisses. he presses harder into your mouth, your teeth almost gnashing together. it’s almost painful, as if he wished to bind you two together. 

“every friday is my solace, my holiday, didn’t you know?” 

you gasp for air. “i-” 

“i’m not done yet.” he brings his lips to yours for another hungry kiss. “every week i work so hard so i can see you, cherish you, and this is how you repay me? i thought you were my good girl.” 

he chuckles darkly. “but you’re just a bad apple, aren’t you? i’ll have to fix that.”

he continues to kiss you. to ravish you with his mouth. he swallows your moans, his hands eagerly exploring your body like it’s his first time. and like always, his hands find their place on your chest. 

“i’ve always loved your breasts: the way they curve, the way they sway so sweetly every time you arch your back for me, how your nipples perk up with every caress of mine.” he flicks one and you yelp. 

“those imbeciles really have no intelligence at all.” he licks a long stripe in-between the valley of your breasts. “your body is a canvas.” 

his eyes connect with yours, beckoning your gaze. a silent connection, a guarantee that you’re looking at him. at what he’s doing. at what he’s making you feel.

he stares at you attentively, and once again you feel like you’re being studied. every gasp that comes from your lips. every twitch of your brows. every time your eyelids flutter is under his watchful gaze like it’s the only thing his sight is for. like he’s a scientist researching the cure to his very own hunger. 

his lips find purchase just on the edge of your areola, sucking intently. “to mark you is a form of art.” 

he relishes in the way you shudder. but he needs more. 

with one hand on your waist, his other comes up to fondle your other breast, craving for more reaction.

“only idiots wouldn’t be able to realize it.” 

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unlike all of the other saturdays, where you’re probably swept up in the grand scheme of things (attending formal events, meeting politicians, or shopping like ayato’s wallet depended on it), you’re lounging in ayato’s home office on a calm evening. 

the two of you decided to end things a bit earlier today and relax a bit. and by that, you suggested to spend some quality time alone so that you didn’t need to walk anymore. although you prided yourself on stamina and tolerance to soreness, even you couldn’t keep up after just about a week of aggressive men fucking their jealousy into you. 

“it was hot today,” ayato mutters lazily as he gently runs his fingers through your hair. your head rests on the plush of his thigh, just as he likes it. “are you sure that you’re comfortable in that turtleneck, love?”

you curl into yourself a little bit more, tugging the collar up. “yes, i’m perfectly fine.”

you’re not fine. you’ve been sweating up a storm underneath your sweater but you were adamant on ending this week with six hickeys instead of seven. your stubbornness refused you the pleasure of ice-cold showers to wash away how your clothes burned you. 

he pouts. “are you sure? you look awfully uncomfortable, dear. you can take a shower in my bathroom, if you’d like.” he smiles. “i won’t look, promise.”

you turn to look at him, contemplating. on one hand, you don’t believe anything good will come out of undressing in ayato’s house. you don’t believe his promise, either. if you knew him any better, he’d walk into the shower on the grounds of saving water, where he’d see all the hickeys imbued into your skin. while diluc, childe, and kazuha’s marks were getting a little faded, you doubt you could somehow explain alhaitham and tighnari’s hickeys. 

but on the other hand, you’d been in this sweater for a whole day already. and your skin was started to get irritated. you felt gross with all of the sweat you’d accumulated. maybe five minutes wouldn’t hurt. 

you smile like there’s nothing to worry about. like you’re an adoring lover. like you’re whoever ayato wants you to be. you reach out to cup his cheek, to which he warmly receives. 

“okay. i’ll be back soon.”

he chuckles as you get up from his lap to head to the shower. you had to be quick. 

you all but run to the bathroom once you’re out of sight. you head to ayato’s bedroom where some of your clothes are. dresses, lingerie, t-shirts, jeans, shorts, and all other items of clothing he’s ever bought you hang neatly in his closet. you pluck whatever seems practical and make a break for the shower.

you slip off the diamond ring he’d given you months ago. you all but slam it onto the counter, relieved your ring finger can breathe for once. 

the quicker you take, the more likely you can shower without incident. 

but the moment you’ve stepped out of the shower, towel wrapped secure around your torso, to your horror, the door opens. 

“hey, love, i was wondering—”

just before you can close the door shut on him, his eyes connect to the discoloring on your shoulder. 

regardless of his discovery, you move to usher him out. but mid-way, your feet are halted in the middle of the bathroom floor. the words are crawling in your mouth. you want to tell him that you’d like to shower in peace, tell it to him teasingly, but you don’t think you can. 

that’s not what he wants. that’s not what pays the bills. 

you offer a tight-lipped smile. “like what you see?”

he paces towards you, caressing your shoulder. he leans closer to you, examining the color, the shape, the size. “hm, so that’s how they want to play this game,” he whispers, ignoring your question entirely.

his hands gently tug at your towel. he smiles. “won’t you open up for me, love?”

he guides your hands as you drop the towel, revealing alhaitham’s mark. 

“hm.” he looks at you as if he’s silently critiquing an art piece. “i see what’s going on here.” 

he takes the ring that you left behind on the counter and works to slide it slowly onto your finger again. “you almost forgot to wear the symbol of our love, dear.” 

“oh, it must’ve slipped my mind.” it’s like there’s cotton in your mouth. your throat feels dry.

he chuckles at that. “poor thing. my poor lover can be so forgetful.” 

 his eyes drift down to your chest.

he presses a kiss above your breasts, where your heart is.

“she almost forgets that she’s mine.” 

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even if he’s your designated sunday, if you aren’t careful enough, kaeya will create a week full of trouble for you. 

when he eats you out, he becomes pussy-drunk. he kisses your lower lips like it’s his prize. his reward for working so hard this week. his tongue runs up your pussy to your clit in a slow, deliberate stroke. 

when he reaches your clit, he lets his mouth mold over your nub. he licks at it gently, cherishing it like it’s his only rose on a lonely valentine’s day. 

he makes love to you like he’s reached his happily ever after. his lewd slurping overshadows the shuffling of the sheets, your moans. when he dips his tongue into your cunt, he whimpers. 

his fingers dig into your thighs, holding you in place. even when you’re overstimulated, begging for a break, he won’t let you go. he savors the way you tremble so cutely under his touch. how your cum leaks out of you in small streams after your fifth release. he’s immersed in your cunt, yearns to make out with your lower lips while his nose nudges at your clit.

it’s too much. the feeling of your climax is so overwhelming. 

he wants you to feel this euphoria, to remind you of how he feels every time he looks at you. 

he wants you so much. so fucking much it hurts him when he can’t see you. when he can’t hold you. when he can’t be with you like a real lover. he needs you like he needs air. he needs to feel you wrapped around him to give him life. to give him purpose. 

that’s why when you’re so swept up in the feeling of a constant climax, when your legs feel numb, he gets so carried away. 

if you don’t catch him in time, kaeya will leave secretive hickeys along your inner thigh, dangerously close to your folds. he needs the others to know he’s staking his claim.

to know he’s making you feel so good that there’s definitive proof. 

at the end of the week, when you see him again after seven days of trying to calm down the jealous storm among your seven sugar daddies, he’ll grin. 

it’s that same devious smirk he gives you at candlelight dinners, except it isn’t one to mask his vulnerabilities with charisma and one-liners. it’s one to tell you that he knows exactly what he’s done. 

he knows what he wants, and he’s finally had enough of the fucking waiting. 

❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ 𓍢 LESSERAFIM AND THEIR HOT HEADED MEMBER lesserafim x reader

★yn refusing lesserafims love for five mins 768k views

↳ warnings: yn from paparazzi, idol au, yn being a short (for the plot) hot head, yn is the second youngest member

➩ CLIP #1 PLAYING… 📼

“- and that’s why I immediately take away people’s human rights when they say they don’t like ghibli.” yn says to the live.

the fans managed to get her on a major rant after someone in the comments said that they hate ghibli.

yn put her jiji plushie in her lap as she continued, “I’m not even joking.” she continues to read comments as they slowly turn from the topic of ghibli to someone being on the live.

“yunjin unnie is on here?” she asks as she reads the comments about the older member, “i love you.” she reads the comment from yunjin and looks side to side before ignoring it.

people in the comments laughs as yunjin orders the younger girl to say it back only to be ignored.

yn phone rings and she immediately knows who it is, she shows the camera her phone which displays a photo of yunjin kissing yn’s cheek while yn’s face is scrunched up in disgust.

“it’s yunjin unnie.” she says before putting the phone back down without answering and continuing to read comments.

➩ CLIP #2 PLAYING… 📼

like always in every interview chaewon sat beside yn, just so she can monitor the girl to make sure she doesn’t say something extremely disrespectful when she has the chance to get the mic.

as kazuha talked to the interviewer chaewon put her hand over yn’s hand that rested on the younger girls leg.

yn side eyed the older girl before slowly retracting her hand from under chaewon’s causing the older girl’s mouth drop in offence.

the camera zoomed in on yn and chaewon as chaewon tightly interlocked her and yn’s hands and put it in her lap as yn struggled to get out of her grip.

➩ CLIP #3 PLAYING… 📼

sakura and yunjin watched as the youngest members decided that doing something dangerous is fun.

while the girls filmed their vlog yn and eunchae thought that it would be a good idea to do something that might get them in trouble if they get hurt at the park.

yn stood on the swing seat holding onto the chains as eunchae pushed her back and forth.

even though yunjin and sakura should’ve been yelling at yn to get down they couldn’t help but fawn over how cute the hot headed member looked in her ear muffs and oversized sweater.

“I LOVE YOU.” yunjin yelled to the younger girl as sakura threw up a heart.

“EW.”

➩ CLIP #4 PLAYING… 📼

kazuha turned the camera towards yn who sat on sakura’s lap sipping her water, all the girls were tired out from performing the same dance over and over again.

she brought the camera lose to the younger girls face who just looks up at it, “say something to our fans.”

“love you.” yn says bluntly before going back to drinking her water.

“you never say that to me!” yells chaewon as the camera pans to her and back to yn who looks at the leader with a blank face.

➩ CLIP #5 PLAYING… 📼

the camera pans to yn who laid in the middle of the dance room as the dance instructor told the girls to take a break.

eunchae walked over to the girl and laid right on top of her back causing yn to groan.

“leave me alone.”

“no.” eunchae says causing another groan to escape yn.

“sakura unnie tell her to leave me alone!” yn yells to the older girl who watches the younger girls on the floor.

The Gazers

warnings: fem!reader, stalking

he genuinely enjoyed observing your every move. how many times did you sneeze? how many times did you awkwardly try to fix your constantly slipping bra strap?

he wanted to know even tiniest, most minor things: how much time does it take you to take a shower? what's your toothpaste's flavor?

whenever it's lunch break and you walk to the cafeteria, he watches you from afar. hm? so this is your preferred food? oh no, the look of disgust on your face shows it's clearly not. he cagily pulls his phone out of his backpack and adds a bit of additional info about you on the notes app.

he never texts you, though. just observes. your boards on pinterest, your spotify playlists, photos on your accounts — he saves everything, listens to the same music you do, scrolls through all the posts you liked or commented.

"does she relate to those mawkish songs about loneliness?" "why did she like this meme? it's clearly unfunny" "her basket on amazon costs hella lot... it's a shame I can't pay for her"

a lot of things he finds out about you are unexpected for him, since he knows nothing about the way you act in reality. actually, the image of you in his head might be really different from real you.. he supposes you must be very gentle and nice from the way you treat your friends and classmates. at times, when he was stalking you walking home, like he usually does, he saw you helping some strangers on the street! carrying heavy bags for them, opening doors... his heart melted whenever you gave a shy smile in response to "thank you"’s.

if only he could receive such treatment from you... since he silently follows your every acc with notifications on, he gets to see all those pathetic vent posts you delete soon. he screens each of them. unlike your family and friends, he will appreciate everything you give to him. every smile, every glance, every word — you are simply divine, and he worships every tiny thing about you.

he is a knowledge-yearning obsessed scientist, and you are the main subject of his never-ending research.

Alhaitham, Kazuha, Freminet, your favs <3

Can I request Dom!Kazuha x sub!reader?

After Concert

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Paring:Dom!Kazuha x Sub!Backup-dancer!Reader

Genre: Smut

Requested

More: Masterlist

A/n: I am LOVING Crazy comeback rn.

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Kazuha, with her hair down and bangs slightly sweaty from the intense performance, walked down the bustling hallway backstage, her eyes scanning the faces of the backup dancers as they dispersed. The energy was palpable, a mix of adrenaline and exhaustion, as the crew and performers moved with practiced efficiency. Her gaze lingered on one dancer in particular, Y/n, who was quietly toweling off next to a row of lockers. There was something about Y/n's fiery passion and raw talent that had caught Kazuha's eye during rehearsals.

Approaching Y/n, Kazuha offered a warm smile and leaned in, her voice low and seductive. "You were absolutely mesmerizing out there," she said, her compliment punctuated by the sound of their echoing footsteps. Y/n's cheeks flushed, a clear sign of her surprise and excitement. "I've never seen someone dance with such… intensity."

Y/n, unable to contain her excitement, confessed that Kazuha was her bias and she had always dreamed of sharing the stage with her. Kazuha's smile grew wicked, and she leaned in closer, her breath hot against Y/n's ear. "Well, maybe there's something else we can share," she whispered, her eyes glinting with mischief. Before Y/n could process the invitation, Kazuha had grabbed her hand and was leading her to the private dressing room, the door closing with a decisive click behind them.

The room was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of perfume and sweat. Kazuha turned to face Y/n, her grip on her hand tightening as she stepped closer, their bodies almost touching. The tension grew palpable as Kazuha leaned in, her full lips just millimeters from Y/n's. "I've noticed you too," she murmured, her eyes dark with desire. "Your passion is… irresistible."

Without waiting for a response, Kazuha leaned in and captured Y/n's mouth in a searing kiss. Y/n's eyes widened in surprise before she melted into the embrace, her free hand reaching up to tangle in Kazuha's hair. The kiss grew more urgent, tongues dancing together as they explored each other's mouths with an intensity that mirrored their performance on stage. They stumbled backward, Kazuha's hands finding the hem of Y/n's outfit, pulling it up to reveal her toned stomach and the waistband of her underwear.

Y/n's breath hitched as Kazuha's fingertips brushed against her bare skin. The desire in Kazuha's eyes was unmistakable, and it sent a thrill down Y/n's spine. She couldn't believe this was happening, but she didn't want it to stop. As if reading her thoughts, Kazuha gave a low chuckle and pushed her back against the vanity, the cool mirror reflecting their entwined forms. "You're so eager," she whispered, her breath hot against Y/n's neck as she kissed and nipped along her collarbone.

Kazuha's hands moved with purpose, deftly unhooking Y/n's bra and letting it fall to the floor. Y/n gasped as her breasts were exposed to the cool air, the nipples hardening under Kazuha's gaze. With a wicked smile, Kazuha leaned in and took one into her mouth, teasing and sucking as Y/n's knees grew weak. The sensation was exquisite, and Y/n's hand found its way to the back of Kazuha's head, holding her in place as she arched her back, lost in the pleasure.

As Kazuha's tongue flicked and danced over her sensitive flesh, Y/n could feel her own desire building, her pussy growing wet with anticipation. Kazuha noticed the change in her breathing and pulled away, leaving Y/n's nipple glistening with her saliva.

"Take these off," Kazuha demanded, her eyes never leaving Y/n's as she gestured to her own pants. Y/n's hands trembled slightly as she complied, the sound of the zipper echoing through the room. Kazuha stepped out of her pants, revealing her own damp underwear.

The two of them stood there for a moment, panting and staring at each other, the air charged with a carnality that neither could ignore. Kazuha reached out and tugged at Y/n's shorts, pulling them down and exposing her already wet panties. Y/n stepped out of them, feeling a rush of vulnerability and excitement as she stood before Kazuha in only her underwear.

With a fierce hunger, Kazuha pushed Y/n onto the plush couch in the center of the room. She wasted no time in spreading Y/n's legs wide, her eyes feasting on the glistening wetness of her panties. The sight of Y/n's arousal only served to fuel Kazuha's own desire, and she ripped the fabric aside, revealing the swollen pinkness beneath.

"You're so beautiful," Kazuha murmured, her voice thick with lust as she leaned in to kiss Y/n's inner thigh. Y/n's body responded to the gentle touch, her legs instinctively wrapping around Kazuha's shoulders as she moaned in pleasure. Kazuha's tongue traced a path up to the apex of her thighs, teasing Y/n's entrance before delving into the warm, wet folds.

Y/n's eyes rolled back as Kazuha's skilled mouth worked magic on her, her tongue swirling and probing with an expertise that left her gasping for breath. She had never felt so exposed, so desired, and it was intoxicating. Her hands tightened on the couch cushions, her body arching off the seat as Kazuha's mouth moved in a rhythmic dance against her clit.

Kazuha's own arousal was evident in the way her hips rocked slightly, her own need building as she tasted Y/n. She paused for a moment, looking up to meet Y/n's glazed eyes. "Eat me," she ordered, her voice hoarse with passion. Y/n nodded eagerly, desperate to taste the woman she had idolized for so long.

They rearranged themselves into a 69 position, Kazuha's face buried in Y/n's pussy as Y/n's mouth found her own. The sound of their moans filled the room, mingling with the faint echoes of the concert outside. Kazuha's tongue danced over Y/n's clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to keep her on the edge. Each time Y/n felt herself about to come, Kazuha would ease up, only to begin again, building the tension until it was almost unbearable.

Y/n's eyes watered as she tried to focus on pleasing Kazuha, the sensation of the idol's tongue on her clit driving her wild. Kazuha's dominance was overwhelming, but it only served to excite her more. She felt the weight of the woman's body pressing down on her, the warmth and wetness of Kazuha's pussy against her mouth, and she eagerly licked and sucked, determined to make her squirt just as she had done.

The pressure grew unbearable, and Y/n could feel her own orgasm approaching like a freight train. Her hips bucked involuntarily, pushing her pussy closer to Kazuha's mouth. Kazuha responded with a fervor that matched her own, her tongue flicking faster and her teeth gently grazing her sensitive flesh. Y/n's moans grew louder, her hands gripping the couch tightly as she felt the inevitable climax building.

But just as she was about to come, Kazuha pulled away, leaving Y/n's clit throbbing and desperate for attention. "Not yet," she murmured, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and hunger. She sat up and pushed Y/n off the couch, leaving her sprawled on the floor. "On your knees," she ordered, and Y/n complied, her body trembling with need.

Kazuha stood over her, legs spread wide, and grabbed a handful of Y/n's hair, pulling her face back up to her dripping pussy. "You're going to make me cum," she said, her voice firm and commanding. "And you're going to do it right now."

Y/n didn't hesitate, diving back in with renewed enthusiasm. She licked and sucked with everything she had, eager to satisfy the woman who had so thoroughly taken control of her body and mind. Kazuha's legs began to shake, and her grip on Y/n's hair tightened as she neared the edge. With one final, desperate thrust of her hips, she came, her juices spilling into Y/n's mouth and down her chin.

Y/n felt a mix of relief and elation as she swallowed, savoring the taste of Kazuha's release. She looked up to find Kazuha watching her with a smug smile, the idol's chest heaving from the intensity of her orgasm. "Good girl," she said, her voice softer now. "Now, let me make you cum."

Without another word, Kazuha sat down on the couch, her legs spread wide, inviting Y/n to straddle her thigh. Y/n's eyes lit up with understanding, and she eagerly climbed onto Kazuha's leg, her pussy pressing down onto the firm muscle. Kazuha's hand gripped her hip, guiding her movements as she began to grind herself against Y/n's clit, which was still sensitive from the previous onslaught of pleasure.

Y/n's breath came in ragged gasps as she rode Kazuha's thigh, the friction sending waves of pleasure through her body. Kazuha's hand slid up to cup her breast, her thumb flicking the nipple in time with the rhythm of their hips. The room was filled with the sound of their panting breaths and the occasional gasp or moan that slipped from their lips.

As Y/n's orgasm built, she could feel Kazuha's leg tensing beneath her, the muscles in her thigh flexing as she used it to drive into her even deeper. The friction was exquisite, and Y/n's eyes squeezed shut as she threw her head back, her mouth opening in a silent scream.

Kazuha watched her intently, the sight of Y/n's pleasure pushing her own arousal to new heights. She leaned back against the couch, her free hand moving to slip into her own panties, her fingers teasing her clit as she felt the first spasms of her own climax beginning to build. "Cum for me," she whispered, her voice a mix of command and plea.

Y/n felt the pressure in her own pussy grow, the tension coiling tighter and tighter. She couldn't hold back much longer, her body begging for release. Kazuha's hand on her hip was a steady guide, her movements deliberate and calculated. With one final, deep grind, Y/n's orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, making her whole body convulse. She screamed out Kazuha's name, her juices coating both of them as she rode out the intense pleasure.

Kazuha's own climax followed closely behind, her hips bucking involuntarily as she felt Y/n's pussy pulse around her thigh. The sight of Y/n's face, contorted in ecstasy, was almost too much for her to handle. She bit her lip, trying to muffle her own moan as she came, her hand moving frantically against her own clit. The two of them sat there, breathing heavily, their bodies entwined in a mess of passion and desire.

Slowly, Kazuha pulled Y/n closer, her arms wrapping around her waist as they both came down from the high of their shared orgasm. Y/n's head rested on Kazuha's shoulder, and she could feel the idol's heart pounding against her cheek. They stayed like that for a few moments, savoring the aftermath of their impulsive encounter.

Kazuha's hand trailed down Y/n's back, her fingertips ghosting over the damp fabric of her underwear. "You're soaked," she murmured, her voice filled with satisfaction. "You liked that, didn't you?"

Y/n nodded, her cheeks flushed and her breath still coming in pants. She had never experienced anything so intense, so all-consuming. "I did," she managed to murmur, her voice hoarse from her screams.

Kazuha chuckled softly, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. She leaned in and kissed Y/n gently on the forehead, her fingers still playing with the damp fabric of her underwear. "Good," she said, her voice a warm purr. "Because I enjoyed it too."

With a sigh, she stood up, pulling Y/n to her feet as well. "Let's clean up," she said, gesturing to the wetness that had pooled on the couch and floor. They moved together, almost in sync, as they wiped down the surfaces and gathered their discarded clothing. The intimacy of the moment was not lost on Y/n, who felt a strange mix of shyness and boldness as she watched Kazuha move around the room.

Once they were both dressed, Kazuha took a step closer to Y/n, her hand reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "You know, I don't usually do this," she said, her voice low and sultry. "But I can't deny that there's something about you that I just can't get enough of."

Y/n looked up at her, her eyes wide with a mix of awe and lust. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice a whisper.

Kazuha stepped closer, her hand moving to cup Y/n's cheek. "I mean," she said, her thumb tracing a path along Y/n's jawline, "that I want to see you again. Outside of the concert. Just you and me."

Y/n's heart raced at the thought. This wasn't just a backstage fling for Kazuha; she was genuinely interested in her. "Okay," she murmured, her voice barely audible.

Kazuha's smile grew, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She leaned in and kissed Y/n again, a soft, lingering kiss that spoke of promises and secrets shared. "Good," she whispered against Y/n's lips. "Give me your number, and I'll text you later."

Y/n fumbled for her phone, her hands still shaking slightly from the aftershocks of her orgasm. She typed in her number and handed the device to Kazuha, who sent a quick message with a knowing wink. The phone buzzed in Y/n's hand, the notification lighting up the screen with a message that simply read, "Mine." The possessiveness of it sent a thrill through her, making her stomach flutter.

Please go out with me for tax benefits!

— When you randomly pointed to a handsome man and declared him to be your boyfriend, you didn't think it would get this out of hand. You just wanted a couples discount!

— Alhaitham, Ayato, and Kazuha

[Masterlist]

This was originally written for my upcoming "Help me break my engagement by marrying me instead." fic but I got carried away and it became too plot-heavy. So I made a new one. Most of these have nothing to do with money, I just thought the title was funny.

Edit: If this hits 1k within the next two days, I'll write a part 2

Alhaitham

You blame Kaveh for this. This is entirely his fault and you will not be convinced otherwise. If he hadn't opened his big mouth to Alhaitham about the fact you've been spouting that he was your boyfriend, then you wouldn't be in this mess. It wasn't even that serious, it's not like you were actually emotionally invested with the man and this was all a delusional dream. You barely knew the guy aside from the multiple rumors about him in the first place. You just needed to access some limited-edition books for your thesis and his name happened to be the easiest way to get ahold of them. Sure, you may be lying to authority for the better half of a year about your relationship with the scribe, but it's not your fault they didn't ask questions. If you happened to threaten to tell your very scary and very influential "boyfriend" about this "mistreatment", that's just a byproduct if anything. But now you have a very irritated silver-haired man crowding into your personal space asking why the hell you're announcing to the world that you're both in a relationship. It's creepy. He called you creepy. Is this where you roll over and die in shame?

You swear you didn't think it would get this out of hand. You just happened to spot him in the background while the librarian was giving you a hard time and your dumb brain-to-mouth filter was taking a break that day. So you just blurted that you were Alhaitham's partner and that he would be very upset to hear that you were being treated this way. It's not completely far-fetched, Alhaitham seems like a very, very, private person and on the off chance you were telling the truth? Well, the poor librarian didn't want to lose her job. Besides, it's not like you were planning on doing anything illegal and you don't think you're the absolute worst person to be fake-dating.

By some stroke of luck, or maybe he felt too much pity for you, Alhaitham decides to cut you a deal rather than get you kicked out of the Akademiya. He gets multiple love letters, confessions, and heart-eyed individuals trailing after him all the time. Frankly, he's getting tired of it and since you've already taken the liberty, he won't say anything if you don't say anything. Though he makes it clear that if you ever do anything embarrassing, you're taking the fall and he's going to pretend he doesn't know you. A bit harsh but that's only a safety net. Plus it's not like you actually want to date him so he wouldn't have any commitments. The added bonus is that since he's well-known for having a...rough personality, you don't need to act affectionately with the man or go the extra mile. As long as you have each other's backing, you'll get to check out any textbook you want for free and he gets to be left alone. So for both your benefits, to the rest of the Akademiya you and him are a couple.

You should have known this deal was way too good to be true. As soon as people hear that Alhaitham acknowledges that you're his partner, they're on you like rabid fungi. In comparison to the scribe, you're far easier to prod and poke for any gossip and your quiet day-to-day life is suddenly thrown into the wind. Multiple people a day come to bother you about what it's like to date the moody man. It gets to a point where you have to actually dress incognito just to go and get some coffee. Seriously, didn't people have deadlines and exams to prepare for then to hound you down to talk about your fake love life? Alhaitham is no help either, only shrugging off your complaints and telling you that this is what you agreed to.

He's a horrible partner, fake or not. This isn't your storybook romance where he suddenly falls in love with you, he straight up ignores you sometimes! If anything, this entire situation has stopped you from feeling intimidated by him. Before you wouldn't dare approach him, his appearance and body were enough for you to shy away. You're impulsive, not blind. Alhaitham is drop-dead gorgeous but now that you've reached such an absurd situation it stops intimidating you. You begin to regularly pester the man because you know that even though you're both not actually dating, it would look really bad if he shunned you constantly.

He actually doesn't mind you. Unlike Kaveh or anyone else who interacts with him, you know how to be quiet and independent. Most of the time you both sit in silence, the only noise between the two of you being the flipping of pages and the scratching of ink against paper. If you ever do speak, it's always with a purpose. It's just a bonus that while everyone stares at your table, no one ever approaches. If they need to speak with him, they see your body right next to him and they decide to come back at a later time when he's alone.

Over time, he finds himself seeking you out instead of the other way around. He's come to find your presence comforting and it's the only time when he can actually sit down and read. Being an observant person, he starts to notice your little habits. For one, touch seems to be how you interact with others. You always bump elbows whenever you greet him, pinching his half coat whenever you want to drag him to see whatever captured your attention, and nudging his arm with your hand whenever you need him to bend down so you can whisper something into his ear. He's honestly surprised and concerned that he doesn't push you away with your skinship. If it were anyone else, he would have sent them a sharp glare and pushed him off but he doesn't for you.

All things must come to an end eventually and you've finally finished writing the last sentences for your thesis. Your pat on the back is the firm shut of a book as a deep sigh escapes your lips. Tired but relieved. The goodbye is uneventful, you simply tell him that you don't need him to pretend to be your boyfriend and he's free to live out the single life. He just nods and with that, you're gone.

No one says anything when they notice that Alhaithem sits at a table alone for the nth time that week. There are a few whispers back and forth about how you either got fed up with this attitude or he realized that he was way out of your league. Either way, everyone assumes you and Alhaithem are no longer together and his routine before you arrived settles back in. Yet, he feels off. He refuses to call it longing, you both were hardly affectionate in the first place, but he feels a bit lonely without your presence beside him. it's been plaguing his mind ever since you packed your things and left. He's hardly been able to concentrate on his book, rereading the same sentence for the fourth time before snapping it shut. Letting out a deep sigh, he runs a hand through his hair before setting it against his closed eyes. What's gotten into him?

"Is this seat taken?"

His eyes shoot open, turning around to see you with an armful of books looking expectantly at him. You look nervous and he can't lie to himself that he doesn't find that just the slightest bit endearing. He can tell that you're struggling to carry all of them from the slight shake in your hands.

"I thought our deal was over?" he says this but he gets up anyways to take the books out of your hands and places them on the table. You just roll your eyes at him because of course that's what he would say first and push forward. You're probably the only one who would act so brazenly in front of him besides Kaveh but he doesn't find it irritating when you do it.

"What? So I need to be in a relationship with you just to sit at a table? I know your ego is big but not thattt big," you stretch your words as you settle comfortably into your seat.

He wonders when he started thinking of that specific chair as yours.

"No. I suppose not," he says with an exasperated smile as he sits back down. You beam back at him as you shuffle your chair closer to him as you open your textbook, your fingertips gave that familiar tug for him to lean in closer.

"Good, because I need some help with this section. I have no idea what the hell "bloom" is."

Ayato

Although Valentine's day was mostly celebrated in Mondstadt and Sumeru, Inazuma still liked to dabble in the festivities during the day of love. Various couples' discounts on tricolored Dango or limited edition books from the Yae Publishing House. There was one popular series in particular that was having a huge discount to celebrate the holiday and even though you weren't in the market for a partner, you weren't going to pass up on such a steal. Only for your excitement to fall flat when the lady informed you that the discount was for couples only.

You can't believe this. You just stood in line for hours only for them to tell you this now? What kind of shady place was this? Of course, they didn't advertise the specifics of this sale, they knew this book was popular. People waiting in line wouldn't just walk away once they found out and they would end up paying full price! Well, two can play this game. You randomly gesture off to the side, saying that your boyfriend was just standing off to the side because he wanted to grab some refreshments. You aren't really looking where you're pointing, too busy digging through your pouch and counting your coins of mora before a sharp gasp stops you. The lady quickly bows and beams at you with a mega-watt customer service smile. She hands the book to you free of charge while profusely thanking you for your patronage. You look off to the side but you don't see anyone, but you weren't going to say no, so you shrug and take it. A free book is a free book.

To be fair, you were making it really easy for the Archons to mess with you. You hear whispers around you that you can't make out, anytime you glance at passing people, they quickly bow and shuffle along. You have a horrible sinking feeling forming in the pit of your stomach and you quickly rush home so you can avoid whatever the hell you just caused. Unfortunately, word travels fast in Inazuma, and every shop you pass by you're being confronted left and right with sales pitches and gifts of appreciation for your partner's hard work. All of which you decline, half of it because you're not actually in a relationship and the other half because you have no interest in their gifts. But you've already dug yourself this far in your grave so you just give a hasty no thank you as you try and dodge everyone who looks at you with that glimmer in their eyes. Who did you point at to receive this much praise?

Ayato is greatly confused when people approach him to congratulate him on his engagement. He wasn't planning on getting married any time soon, his duties as the Yashiro Commissioner taking up most of this time. Did the elders set someone up for him without informing him first? He's curious about who his mystery person is but everyone he asks doesn't seem to know where they went. Apparently, his fiancee is shy but humble, declining gifts from various shopkeepers no matter how expensive they are.

That's until one of the children points in your direction and his eyes slide over to you who looks just as confused as him. He's never seen you in his life and you don't look like anyone from a significant clan. He gets clued in that you boldly announced your relationship with him when you were checking out a specific book meant for couples only. Ah, he's starting to understand now. He offers a piece of candy for the helpful information as he makes his way over to you. His mysterious fiancee.

As soon as the man in front of you says Lord Kamisato's name, the uneasy weight in your stomach drops. You quickly spin on your heel to see the pale blue hair and amused light purple eyes. Oh. Oh, Archon's above, please, out of everyone you could have pointed to, please don't make it be the Yashiro Commissioner. You're about to burn this book into ashes and do a ceremony to banish whatever youkai were stored within the pages if you manage to make it out of this alive.

If Ayato was upset about this situation he's found himself in, it would be immediately wiped away because you look like you're about to collapse. He's trying his best to not laugh at your torment right in front of you, but the mix of emotions that's so openly displayed on your face is making it hard. It's obvious that you didn't mean for this to happen, you've just tripped and fallen into a web of misunderstandings. Too entangled to explain yourself without making a fool out of yourself.

If looks could kill, this storekeeper would be dead on the floor twice over. This man calls out to the Yashiro Commissioner, and just to add salt to the wound, proudly congratulates him on his engagement with you. You said nothing about an engagement, you're far too young to be thinking about that thank you very much. But Ayato just nods along with that ever-pleasant smile without bothering to correct the situation. You're not sure if you should be thankful or not. He might be planning your murder in his mind so you stay silent as well.

When Ayato's gaze shifts to you, you do what any creature does when they're in danger and there's nowhere to run. You hide. You automatically raise your book to cover your face so you don't need to look at the source of your embarrassment. Although it does nothing to hide just how red your face is, you don't see him and that's good enough for you. But this also means you don't see the questioning glance the storekeeper shoots Ayato about your behavior, to which Ayato gives a pleasant smile and waves a hand to dismiss the situation.

"Please excuse my fiancee, we didn't mean to announce our engagement so early," Ayato muses, and the storekeeper nods in understanding while you bring your book down low enough to peer over the edges of the pages. Is...is he covering for you? He looks down expectantly at you but when you don't move, he awkwardly coughs into his fist and tilts his head toward the shopkeeper.

"A-Ah yes, that's right! It was a slip of the tongue and I hadn't realized I said it out loud. Please excuse my behavior," you bow and you can hear Ayato turning his head to snort into his hand. This is awful. You think you would prefer if he just outted you so you didn't need to show the world how awful your acting skills are. This is why you read plays, not star in them. But the shopkeeper nods in understanding, apologizing for saying your engagement so loud for others to hear before you're leaving with Ayato's arm wrapped around your waist.

"I'm deeply sorry. There was a discount for couples only and I just pointed in a random direction and it just happened to land on you. I swear I didn't mean to start any of this," you quickly rush out as you bow before Ayato as soon as you're out of sight from the public eye. He still has that annoying look in his eyes but you're completely at his mercy right now. The smug bastard definitely knows that.

"It's no trouble at all. I found the situation quite entertaining," he chuckles before looking you up and down. Okay...a tiny bit weird but you suppose your actions are worse. There's a long silence between the two of you as if he's pondering something and you've had enough of today's events.

"Um...well if that's everything I'll be getting out of your hair. Please enjoy the rest of your day Lord Kamisato," you mumble as you turn to leave but his hand hooks onto the back of your kimono and drags you right back.

"Ah, ah. It would make a bad impression if my fiancee suddenly left me on Valentine's Day. Oh and please, call me Ayato," he smiles that same polite smile but his eyes tell a different story entirely. His smile even widens at how hard you're biting your lip as you match his with a strained one. For Archon's sake, you just wanted to buy a book, how did you get into this mess?!

Kazuha

As soon as Inazuma's borders reopened, you were jumping on the fastest ship back to Liyue. You even got extra lucky that your good friend Beidou happened to be on the pier and offered you a well-deserved ride back to your home free of charge. You've been so homesick but unable to leave due to the regulation the Electro Archon placed, so to say that you were excited to finally go back was an understatement. Although the Crux Fleet was mainly an armed carrier delivering goods between places separated by sea, it did occasionally transport passengers if they paid enough. It only made sense that others would be like you and wish to return home as soon as possible. It's too bad that one of them happened to take one look at you and decide that you were born to be his.

It's an incredibly awkward affair. This wealthy businessman doesn't appear to mean any harm but he's incredibly dense with no sense of social awareness. Although you've politely declined his advances, he doesn't seem to stop. Even when Beidou herself threatens to throw the man overboard, he just keeps his distance and makes heart eyes at you. Unfortunately for you, Beidou can't actually throw him into the cruel watery depths no matter how much you plead with her. The man seems to be an important figure from Snezhnaya so she can't exactly treat him badly. Thus you spend most of your time ducking away and running away from your creepy admirer.

You're usually not so bold but the mix of overwhelming homesickness and just wanting to get this journey over and done with, all of it compels you to act rashly. If your new admirer can't take a simple no then you'll find a different way and show him you're off limits. You've seen the man who sits on the crow's nest, you believe Beidou said his name was Kazuha, whose been a part of her crew for a while now. You've only made passing small talk with each other and he seems like a nice person, at least you hope so. Because as soon as his feet touch the ship's deck, you're throwing yourself at him. You have to give him credit, he has lightning-fast reflexes and is a lot stronger than his demeanor expresses since he manages to catch you and stop you both from sprawling across the floor.

You make a show of throwing your arms around him and whining about how he doesn't spend enough time with poor dear you. You can tell he's infinitely confused so you lean in and whisper into his ear about your creepy stalker who can't take a no. Your eyes desperately plead with him to play along with you, just until the ship reaches Liyue Harbour. It only takes Kazuha to look over your shoulder and lock gazes with said "stalker" before he's turning to you with the most tender smile on his lips and a soft apology for being neglectful. A promise to spend more quality time to make up for his behavior. You swear that should have been an omen because you feel your heart stop for a second right then and there.

It's not completely out there. As the lookout, he would have to stay up in the crow's nest most of the day, and given how soft spoken Kazuha normally is, he doesn't look like the confrontational type. But he does make good on his fake promise and you find yourself spending most of your time in the crow's nest with Kazuha rather than ducking into the shadows of the lower deck. Kazuha is a relaxing presence and you can understand why he stays up here rather than with the rest of the crew. The gentle sea breeze brushes through your hair and it's so peaceful all the way up in the sky. You're almost jealous that he has an anemo vision because you think you'd love to stay in the winds forever.

He's also a gentleman through and through. You're not entirely sure if he's just pretending alongside you or if that's just how he normally acts. You think both options are equally plausible and endearing. At some point, you forget that you're supposed to be doing this for show to keep a creepy man away from you and you genuinely start to seek him out. It's during one night when you watch Kazuha whistle a tune through a leaf that you realize just how deep you're in. Now your position is reversed and you start to feel like the creepy heart-eyed stalker. It's something that you must absolutely not let happen, not on your watch.

Your sudden distance from Kazuha leaves him a bit hurt. He knows that this originally started as an act but he felt that you and him were getting close to each other without any ulterior motives. That all your talks of your dreams and aspiration were real and meaningful. But now that you've suddenly pulled back, he question's if everything was made up in his head. It's not like you owe him anything, he decided to help you out from of his own volition. Beidou can only look at this scene painfully at her two idiotic friends pushing themselves away from each other because they can't sit down and talk it out.

She drags the two of you into a private room, her only warning to fix your emotional angst or she really will throw you both overboard. You both know she's entirely serious so you both obediently nod as she slams the door closed.

Beidou leans against the wooden crates with her head propped up with her arm. She should probably stop watching, she's being far too nosy with her friend's love life, but what kind of friend would she be if she wasn't? She hopes you both managed to talk it out and realize that you're both crushing hard on each other. She had been far too busy with Liyue fastly approaching to check in on your progress but from the looks of things, she thinks everything went well. With the red cheeks and your fingertips linked together, it's so cute that she wants to gag on her wine. Don't get her wrong, she's happy for you and Kazuha, but any more of this puppy love is going to send her into an early grave.

"You're not going to stay in Liyue?" she overhears you say. Huh? She honestly thought that Kazuha might pitch a tent and finally settle down with you but the small shake of his head and your fallen expression says otherwise. Damn, talk about a heartbreaker. But he gives you a soft expression, something really vulnerable, and his hand comes up to caress your cheek- and that's her cue to turn away. That's something that even she knows she shouldn't be watching. She instead takes another swig of her cup.

"Captain."

She looks up to see Kazuha standing beside her, the air of nature and sea breeze clinging to him wherever he goes. She politely doesn't bring up the charm clutched tightly in his hands.

"You sure about this kid?" Beidou asks, her eyes still trained on her empty cup of booze. She doesn't need to look to know that he's watching your back disappear into the crowd longingly.

"If I try to force something I know I'm not ready to finish, it would only lead to disaster. Right now isn't the right time. But I'm sure in the future, our paths will cross again," Kazuha nods to himself solemnly. This time Beidou does look at him before she shows a fond smile herself before she brings her arm back and slaps it against Kazuha's back. It's loud and hard enough to jolt him out of his temporary sadness.

"If you ever need a ride back to Liyue, just let me know. We'll get you there in no time lover boy," Beidou grins cheekily as Kazuha flushes a bright red. How cute, he can't even be honest with himself huh?

𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓑𝓮𝔂𝓸𝓷𝓭.... 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈’𝐒 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓..

© uvuyai 2024

This event will go on for the rest of February even if I'm not finished.

Side note [02/24/24] ~ this has been cancelled due to me being busy. If you'd like, you can request which ones you wanna see.

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏 ~ 𝑻𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒇𝒆𝒎! 𝑭𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ) 𝐿𝒾𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑒

–tw. girl cock, description of furina's cock, breeding, slight perv furina, sub x dom trope, overstimulation, MINORS DNI, creampie, riding, teasing, groping, reader is the same height as her, blow job, ooc furina, tit play, im sorry if you uncomfy with this,

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐 ~ 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ) 𝒢𝒾𝒻𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐻𝓊𝓂𝒾𝓁𝒾𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 + 𝒯𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒰𝓅(not viewed as bondage)

–tw. Blood, skin carving, humiliation, skin writing, non-con, creampie, sadist!blade, spanking, porn with plot(maybe), size difference, stomach bulge, choking, overstimulation, possessive behaviors, blade is called ren, mentions of the hard R in the beginning, neglect, degradation, reader is blades reincarnated lover, prone bone, MINORS DNI, non consensual touching, nipple play, SW and Kafka is helping blade, headlocking, dub-con, blood,

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟑 ~ 𝒔𝒖𝒃!𝑵𝒆𝒖𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ) 𝐹𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓎

–tw.

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟒 ~ 𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆! 𝑾𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒚 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓) 𝐻𝒶𝓃𝒹𝒸𝓊𝒻𝒻𝓈

–tw.

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟓 ~ 𝑫𝒂𝒏 𝑯𝒆𝒏𝒈 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓) 𝐹𝑜𝓇𝒸𝒾𝓃𝑔

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𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟔 ~ 𝑱𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒖𝒂𝒏 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓) 𝐵𝑜𝓃𝒹𝒶𝑔𝑒

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𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟕 ~ 𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒆 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓) 𝐹𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓎

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𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟖 ~ 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆! 𝒁𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ) 𝒩𝑜𝓃-𝒞𝑜𝓃

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𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟗 ~ 𝑺𝒄𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒚! 𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ) 𝒞𝑜𝓃𝒻𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃

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𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟎 ~ 𝑻𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒇𝒆𝒎! 𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓) 𝒮𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓅 𝒪𝓃

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𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟏 ~ 𝑺𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒐 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓) 𝒟𝓊𝒷-𝒞𝑜𝓃

–tw.

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟐 ~ 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒔 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓) 𝒲𝑜𝓂𝒷 𝐹𝓊𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔

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𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟑 ~ 𝑲𝒂𝒛𝒖𝒉𝒂 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎! 𝑺𝒊𝒄𝒌!𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓) 𝐹𝑒𝒆𝓁 𝐵𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒩𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓈

–tw.

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟒 ~ 𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓) 𝑅𝒾𝒷𝒷𝑜𝓃 𝒲𝓇𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒹

–tw.

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║➳ 𝑃𝑜𝑣: 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 [𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒] 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑'𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑑𝑜𝑙. 𝐹𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦, 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑦 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑝 𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑣𝑜𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜 𝑝𝑟𝑜ℎ𝑖𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡.

— 𝑚𝑜𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑛 𝑖𝑑𝑜𝑙 𝑎𝑢, 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓, 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝, 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑗𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑦 

◤✎...◢ ʜɪ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ! ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ, ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴇɴɢʟɪꜱʜ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍʏ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ. ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ,ɴᴊᴏʏ!~

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『✦』𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞/𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫

ᴱᵛᵉʳʸ ˢᵉᶜᵒⁿᵈ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ ⁱˢ ˢᵘʳᵖʳⁱˢᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶜᵃⁿⁿᵒᵗ ᵇᵉˡⁱᵉᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ᵃ ᶜᵒᵘᵖˡᵉ, ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵃᵘˡᵗ ᵒᶠ ʰⁱˢ ᵒˢᵗᵉⁿᵗᵃᵗⁱᵒᵘˢ ⁱⁿᵈⁱᶠᶠᵉʳᵉⁿᶜᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵃʳᶜᵃˢᵐ ⁱⁿ ᵖᵘᵇˡⁱᶜ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᵈᵉˢᵖⁱᵗᵉ ᵗʰⁱˢ, ʰⁱˢ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ˢᵘʳᵖʳⁱˢⁱⁿᵍˡʸ ᵍᵉⁿᵗˡᵉ. ᴾᵉʳʰᵃᵖˢ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʷʰᵒ ᵃʳᵉ ⁿᵒᵗ ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡⁱᵃʳ ʷⁱᵗʰ ˢᶜᵃʳᵃᵐᵒᵘᶜʰᵉ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ⁱˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ˡᵒᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ, ᵃⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵘⁿʰᵃᵖᵖʸ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ʳᵉˡᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢʰⁱᵖ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵗᵃʸ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰⁱᵐ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵒᶠ ʰⁱˢ ᵖᵒᵖᵘˡᵃʳⁱᵗʸ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰⁱˢ ᵉⁿᵗᵒᵘʳᵃᵍᵉ ⁿᵒᵗⁱᶜᵉ ʰⁱˢ ᵃ ˡᵒᵛⁱⁿᵍ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵈⁱʳᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ ᵉˣᶜˡᵘˢⁱᵛᵉˡʸ ᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ. ᴴᵉ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ˢⁱⁿᶜᵉʳᵉˡʸ ᶜᵃʳᵉˢ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʷᵉˡˡ⁻ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵃᶜᶜⁱᵈᵉⁿᵗᵃˡˡʸ ʰᵘʳᵗ ʸᵒᵘ, ᵉⁱᵗʰᵉʳ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰⁱˢ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ ᵒʳ ᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ. ᴴᵉ ᵉˣᵖᵉʳⁱᵉⁿᶜᵉᵈ ᵃ ˡᵒᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵖᵃⁱⁿ ⁱⁿ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈʰᵒᵒᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘᵗʰ, ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵇᵉᵗʳᵃʸᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃᵇᵃⁿᵈᵒⁿᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʷʰᵒ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵈᵉᵃʳ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱᵐ ᵒⁿᶜᵉ, ᵃⁿᵈ ⁿᵒʷ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ᵒⁿˡʸ ˢᶜᵃʳˢ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒᵘⁿᵈᵉᵈ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵒ ᵗᵉⁿᵈᵉʳˡʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʳᵉᵐᵘˡᵒᵘˢˡʸ ʰᵒˡᵈ ⁱⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵃⁿᵈˢ. ᴴᵉ'ˢ ᵃᶠʳᵃⁱᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ⁱᶠ ʰᵉ ᵗʳᵉᵃᵗˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᵇᵃᵈˡʸ ᵒʳ ᵃᶜᶜⁱᵈᵉⁿᵗᵃˡˡʸ ʰᵘʳᵗˢ ʸᵒᵘ, ʸᵒᵘ'ˡˡ ᵉⁿᵈ ᵘᵖ ˡᵉᵃᵛⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱᵐ ᵗᵒᵒ. ᵀʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ʷʰʸ, ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵍⁱⁿⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʳᵉˡᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢʰⁱᵖ, ⁱᵗ ᵗᵒᵒᵏ ʰⁱᵐ ᵃ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵘᵖ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘʳᵃᵍᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵏⁱˢˢ ʸᵒᵘ. ʸᵒᵘ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ˢᵘᶜʰ ⁱⁿᵗⁱᵐᵃᶜʸ, ᶜᵒⁿˢⁱᵈᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵒʷ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ʰᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ᵃᵛᵒⁱᵈᵉᵈ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵗᵒᵖⁱᶜ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵒⁿᵉ ʷʰᵒ ˢᵘᵖᵖᵒʳᵗᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵉˡⁱᵉᵛᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ʰⁱᵐ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵘᵐᵖᵗᵉᵉⁿᵗʰ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ, ˢᵗᵃʸⁱⁿᵍ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉ ᵈᵉˢᵖⁱᵗᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵃⁱˡᵘʳᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ʳᵉᶠᵘˢᵃˡˢ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᵃᵍᵉⁿᶜⁱᵉˢ, ᵃᵗ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ, ˢᶜᵃʳᵃᵐᵒᵘᶜʰ ʷᵃˢ ᵒᵛᵉʳʷʰᵉˡᵐᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗᵉⁿᵈᵉʳⁿᵉˢˢ, ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉ ᵗᵒᵒᵏ ᵃ ˢᵗᵉᵖ ᵗᵒʷᵃʳᵈˢ ʸᵒᵘ. ᴴᵉ ᵍᵉⁿᵗˡʸ ʳᵃⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᵖᵃˡᵐ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶜʰᵉᵉᵏ, ʰᵒˡᵈⁱⁿᵍ ⁱᵗ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ᵇᵉⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵍᵉⁿᵗˡʸ ᵖʳᵉˢˢⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱˢ ˡⁱᵖˢ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘʳˢ, ᶜᵃᵗᶜʰⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘ ᵒᶠᶠ ᵍᵘᵃʳᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵃⁿᵗ ʷᵃʸ.

ᵂʰᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉⁿ, ʷʰᵃᵗ ⁿᵒʷ ⁻ ʰⁱˢ ᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ˢᵖᵉᵃᵏ ˡᵒᵘᵈᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ʰⁱˢ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ, ᵉˣᵖʳᵉˢˢⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱˢ ˢⁱⁿᶜᵉʳᵉ ᶠᵉᵉˡⁱⁿᵍˢ, ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ʰᵉ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘʳᵃᵍᵉ ᵗᵒ ˢᵃʸ ᵒᵘᵗ ˡᵒᵘᵈ, ᵇᵘᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ʰⁱˢ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ʰⁱˢ ᵍᵉⁿᵗˡᵉ ᵗᵒᵘᶜʰᵉˢ. ᵂʰᵉⁿ ˢᶜᵃʳᵃᵐᵒᵘᶜʰᵉ ᵖᵘˡˡˢ ᵃʷᵃʸ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵏⁱˢˢ, ʰᵉ ˡᵒᵒᵏˢ ᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵇᵃʳᵉˡʸ ⁿᵒᵗⁱᶜᵉᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵘⁿᶜᵉʳᵗᵃⁱⁿᵗʸ, ˢᵗᵘᵈʸⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃ ᶜᵉʳᵗᵃⁱⁿ ᵈᵉᵍʳᵉᵉ ᵒᶠ ˢᵉʳⁱᵒᵘˢⁿᵉˢˢ, ᵃˢ ⁱᶠ ᵗʳʸⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵃˢˢᵉˢˢ ʰᵒʷ ʸᵒᵘ ʳᵉᵃᶜᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵏⁱˢˢ. ᴾᵉʳʰᵃᵖˢ ⁱᵗ ʰᵃˢ ʳᵉᵐᵃⁱⁿᵉᵈ ᵃ ʰᵃᵇⁱᵗ ˢⁱⁿᶜᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵍⁱⁿⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʳᵉˡᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢʰⁱᵖ ᵗᵒ ᵒᵇˢᵉʳᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʳᵉᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱˢ ᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵒʳ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ. ᵀʰᵉʳᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ, ʸᵒᵘ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗᵉᵃˢᵉ ˢᶜᵃʳᵃᵐᵒᵘᶜʰᵉ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵒᶠ ʰᵒʷ ˢᵉʳⁱᵒᵘˢ ʰᵉ ˡᵒᵒᵏˢ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ ᵒʳ ⁱⁿᵗᵉⁿᵈˢ ᵗᵒ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵃʷᵃʸ, ᵗᵘʳⁿ ᵃʷᵃʸ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰⁱᵐ. ᴴᵉ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵇˡᵘˢʰ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃ ᶠʳᵒʷⁿ, ᶠᵉᵉˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵉᵐᵇᵃʳʳᵃˢˢᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵗᵉᵃˢⁱⁿᵍ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵃᵛᵒⁱᵈ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ.

ᴴᵉ ʷⁱˡˡ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵈᵃʳᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵏⁱˢˢ ʸᵒᵘ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ᵖᵘᵇˡⁱᶜ ᵒʳ ᵖᵘᵇˡⁱᶜ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ, ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵖʳⁱⁿᶜⁱᵖˡᵉ, ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ⁿᵒᵗ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ ᵒⁿ ᵃⁿʸ ᵗᵉⁿᵈᵉʳⁿᵉˢˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃᶠᶠᵉᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ⁱⁿ ᵖᵘᵇˡⁱᶜ. ᵀʰᵉ ᵐᵃˣⁱᵐᵘᵐ ⁱˢ ʰᵒˡᵈⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵃⁿᵈˢ ᵒʳ ʰᵘᵍᵍⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᵐᵒⁿᵍ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈˢ ᵒʳ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍʳᵒᵘᵖ. ᴴⁱˢ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵍᵉⁿᵗˡᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵒⁿᵍ⁻ˡᵃˢᵗⁱⁿᵍ, ʰᵉ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵃᶜᵗ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˡⁱᵖˢ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰⁱˢ ᵒʷⁿ. ᴴᵒʷᵉᵛᵉʳ, ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵖᵉʳˢⁱˢᵗᵉⁿᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖʳᵒᵛᵒᵏᵉ ʰⁱᵐ ᵉⁿᵒᵘᵍʰ ⁽ᵒʳ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ʰⁱᵐ ʲᵉᵃˡᵒᵘˢ⁾, ʰᵉ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏ ᵒᶠᶠ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵉᵃᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵃ ᶜᵒʳⁿᵉʳ ᵒʳ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵉᵐᵖᵗʸ ʳᵒᵒᵐ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵏⁱˢˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵖᵉʳˢⁱˢᵗᵉⁿᵗˡʸ, ᵖᵃˢˢⁱᵒⁿᵃᵗᵉˡʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵉᵐᵃⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ, ᶜʳᵘˢʰⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˡⁱᵖˢ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵏⁱˢˢ, ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˡⁱᵖˢ ʷⁱˡˡ ˢʷᵉˡˡ ˢˡⁱᵍʰᵗˡʸ. ᴴᵉ ʷⁱˡˡ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ᵃ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵃʷᵏʷᵃʳᵈ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ˢᵒ ʳᵘᵈᵉ, ˢᵒ ᵉˣᵖᵉᶜᵗ ʰⁱᵐ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵛᵉʳʸ ᵍᵉⁿᵗˡᵉ, ᶜᵃʳᵉᶠᵘˡ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃᶠᶠᵉᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿᵃᵗᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ʷʰⁱˡᵉ, ʷⁱᵗʰᵒᵘᵗ ʰⁱˢ ᵗʸᵖⁱᶜᵃˡ ᵖʰʳᵃˢᵉˢ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᵖᵃʳᵗ ᵒᶠ ʰⁱᵐ ʷⁱˡˡ ˢᵉᶜʳᵉᵗˡʸ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ˢᵐᵘᵍ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ⁱᵗ. ᴵⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᵒᵖⁱⁿⁱᵒⁿ, ʸᵒᵘʳ ˡⁱᵖˢ ˢʷᵒˡˡᵉⁿ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵃ ᵏⁱˢˢ ʷⁱˡˡ ˡᵉᵗ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳˢ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱᵐ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰⁱˢ ⁱˢ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ᵃ ᵛᵉʳʸ ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵃⁿᵗ ᶠᵉᵉˡⁱⁿᵍ.

ᴾ.ˢ ⁻ ᴱᵛᵉⁿ ᵈᵉˢᵖⁱᵗᵉ ʰⁱˢ ᵖᵒᵖᵘˡᵃʳⁱᵗʸ ᵃˢ ᵃⁿ ⁱᵈᵒˡ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵘʳᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʳᵉˡᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢʰⁱᵖ ᶠᵒʳ ˢᵉᵛᵉʳᵃˡ ʸᵉᵃʳˢ, ʰᵉ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒⁿᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʷᵃʸ, ᵃˡᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ ʸᵒᵘ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵇᵉ ʷᵒʳʳⁱᵉᵈ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʰⁱˢ ᶠᵃⁿˢ. ᴮᵘᵗ ᵗʳᵉᵃᵗ ʰⁱᵐ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳˢᵗᵃⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʳʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵍⁱᵛᵉ ˢᶜᵃʳᵃᵐᵒᵘᶜʰᵉ ʳᵉᵃˢᵒⁿˢ ᶠᵒʳ ʲᵉᵃˡᵒᵘˢʸ. ᴼᵗʰᵉʳʷⁱˢᵉ, ʰᵉ ʷⁱˡˡ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉ ʰⁱˢ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ.

『✦』𝐗𝐢𝐚𝐨

ᴴᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᶜᵃʳᵃᵐᵒᵘᶜʰᵉ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ˢⁱᵐⁱˡᵃʳ ˢⁱᵗᵘᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ. ˣⁱᵃᵒ ʷᵃˢ ᵗᵒᵒ ˢᶜᵃʳᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ⁱⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʳᵉˡᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢʰⁱᵖ ᵗᵒ ⁱⁿⁱᵗⁱᵃᵗᵉ ᵃ ᵏⁱˢˢ ᵒⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᵒʷⁿ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ. ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ⁱⁿᶜʳᵉᵈⁱᵇˡʸ ᵈᵉᵃʳ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱᵐ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈʳⁱᵛᵉ ᵃʷᵃʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵃⁱⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵒⁿᵉˡⁱⁿᵉˢˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ʰᵃˢ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵉˣᵖᵉʳⁱᵉⁿᶜⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ᵛᵉʳʸ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ. ʸᵒᵘʳ ʷᵃʳᵐᵗʰ, ˢᵐⁱˡᵉ, ᶜᵃʳᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ ᵒᶠ ˢᵘᵖᵖᵒʳᵗ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃᵏⁱⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵃ ᵍᵉⁿᵗˡᵉ ˡᵘˡˡᵃᵇʸ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶜᵒᵐᶠᵒʳᵗˢ ʰⁱᵐ ⁱⁿ ᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ᵖᵃⁿⁱᶜ ᵃᵗᵗᵃᶜᵏˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵗʳᵉˢˢ, ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗᵐᵃʳᵉˢ. ʸᵒᵘ ᵐᵉᵃⁿ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱᵐ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ⁱᵐᵃᵍⁱⁿᵉ, ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉ ʷᵃⁿᵗˢ ᵗᵒ ᵖʳᵒᵗᵉᶜᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃˡˡ ʰⁱˢ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ. ᵀʰᵉʳᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ, ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ʰᵉ ʳᵉᶠᵘˢᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ⁱᵈᵉᵃ ᵒᶠ ᵇᵉᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿ ⁱᵈᵒˡ, ʷᵒʳʳⁱᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵃᵇⁿᵒʳᵐᵃˡ ᶠᵃⁿˢ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ʰᵃʳᵐ ʸᵒᵘ ᵒʳ ʰᵉ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏ ᵘᵖ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵏᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᶜᵃʳᵉᵉʳ. ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵃˡˡ, ʰᵉ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳˢᵗᵃⁿᵈˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿ ⁱᵈᵒˡ ᵍⁱʳˡ ⁱˢ ᵗᵒᵒ ᵈᵃⁿᵍᵉʳᵒᵘˢ. ᴬⁿᵈ ᵖʳᵉᶜⁱˢᵉˡʸ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ʰᵉ ʷᵃⁿᵗˢ ᵗᵒ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ʸᵒᵘ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʳᵒᵘᵇˡᵉ, ᵃⁿᵈ ʳᵉᶠᵘˢᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ, ᵇᵘᵗ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵘᵖᵖᵒʳᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖᵉʳˢᵘᵃˢⁱᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰⁱᵐ, ⱽᵉⁿᵗʸ, ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʷᵒ ᵐᵃⁿᵃᵍᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵖᵉʳˢᵘᵃᵈᵉ ʰⁱᵐ ᵗᵒ ᵃᵗ ˡᵉᵃˢᵗ ᵗʳʸ. ᴬˡˡ ʰⁱˢ ˡⁱᶠᵉ ʰᵉ ʰᵃˢ ᵏⁿᵒʷⁿ ⁿᵒᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵖᵃⁱⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵘᶠᶠᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ, ˢᵒ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ⁿᵒʷ ʰᵉ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʰᵒʷ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉʰᵃᵛᵉ ⁱⁿ ʳᵒᵐᵃⁿᵗⁱᶜ ˢⁱᵗᵘᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ. ᴴᵉ ᵈᵒᵉˢⁿ'ᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᶜᵒⁿᶠⁱᵈᵉⁿᶜᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ʷᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵃᶜᶜⁱᵈᵉⁿᵗᵃˡˡʸ ʰᵘʳᵗ ʸᵒᵘ, ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉ'ˡˡ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᶠᵒʳᵍⁱᵛᵉ ʰⁱᵐˢᵉˡᶠ ⁱᶠ ʰᵉ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵈᵒᵉˢ.

ᴬᵗ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ, ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ⁱⁿⁱᵗⁱᵃᵗᵒʳ ᵒᶠ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ. ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵛᵉʳʸ ˢˡᵒʷ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵍᵉⁿᵗˡᵉ, ˡᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ˣⁱᵃᵒ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵘˢᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ⁱᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ˢᵘʳᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵐᵃʸᵇᵉ ᵏⁱˢˢⁱⁿᵍ ʷᵃˢⁿ'ᵗ ˢᵒ ˢᶜᵃʳʸ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵃˡˡ. ᴴᵉ ʳᵉᵃˡⁱᶻᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ˡⁱᵏᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵒᶠᵗⁿᵉˢˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵃʳᵐᵗʰ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˡⁱᵖˢ ᵒⁿ ʰⁱˢ. ᵀʰⁱˢ ᶠᵉᵉˡⁱⁿᵍ ⁱˢ ᵃ ʳᵉᵐⁱⁿᵈᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ʰᵉʳᵉ, ⁿᵉˣᵗ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱᵐ, ᵃᵗ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗ, ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ʷⁱˡˡ ⁿᵒᵗ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ ʰⁱᵐ, ᵈᵉˢᵖⁱᵗᵉ ʰⁱˢ ⁱⁿˢᵉᶜᵘʳⁱᵗʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱⁿᵉˣᵖᵉʳⁱᵉⁿᶜᵉ.

ᴬᵗ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵖᵒⁱⁿᵗ ⁱⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʳᵉˡᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢʰⁱᵖ, ˣⁱᵃᵒ ʰⁱᵐˢᵉˡᶠ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ⁱⁿⁱᵗⁱᵃᵗⁱᵛᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵏⁱˢˢ ʸᵒᵘ, ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵉ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᵃˢᵏ ᵖᵉʳᵐⁱˢˢⁱᵒⁿ ᵛᵉʳᵇᵃˡˡʸ ᵒʳ ⁿᵒⁿ⁻ᵛᵉʳᵇᵃˡˡʸ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ᵗᵒᵘᶜʰⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰⁱˢ ˡⁱᵖˢ. ᴴⁱˢ ᶠᵃᵛᵒʳⁱᵗᵉ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᵏⁱˢˢ ᵃʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵃⁿᵈˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡⁱᵖˢ. ᴴᵉ ᵒᶠᵗᵉⁿ ᵍᵉⁿᵗˡʸ ᵗᵃᵏᵉˢ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵃⁿᵈˢ ⁱⁿ ʰⁱˢ, ˡᵒᵒᵏⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵉʸᵉˢ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ˢⁱˡᵉⁿᵗ ʳᵉᵠᵘᵉˢᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᵖᵉʳᵐⁱˢˢⁱᵒⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵏⁱˢˢ ᵗʰᵉᵐ. ᵂʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃᵍʳᵉᵉ, ʰᵉ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵇʳⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵃⁿᵈˢ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱˢ ˡⁱᵖˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱᵐᵖʳⁱⁿᵗ ᵃ ᶠᵉᵃᵗʰᵉʳ⁻ˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵏⁱˢˢ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵒʳ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ʷʳⁱˢᵗˢ. ᴵᵗ'ˢ ᵃ ˢⁱᵐᵖˡᵉ ᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ, ᵇᵘᵗ ⁱᵗ ˢᵃʸˢ ˢᵒ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʰᵒʷ ᵈᵉᵉᵖˡʸ ʰᵉ ᶜᵃʳᵉˢ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʸᵒᵘ. ᴬᵗ ᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʰᵉ ᶠᵉᵉˡˢ ᵖᵃʳᵗⁱᶜᵘˡᵃʳˡʸ ᵉᵐᵒᵗⁱᵒⁿᵃˡ, ˣⁱᵃᵒ ᵖʳᵉˢˢᵉˢ ʰⁱˢ ˡⁱᵖˢ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘʳˢ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ᵗᵉⁿᵈᵉʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵒᵛⁱⁿᵍ ʷᵃʸ, ᵗʳᵉᵃᵗⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃˢ ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᶠʳᵃᵍⁱˡᵉ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᶜʳʸˢᵗᵃˡ. ᴺᵒ ᵐᵃᵗᵗᵉʳ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵒʳ ʰᵒʷ ʰᵉ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ ʸᵒᵘ, ˣⁱᵃᵒ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ʰⁱˢ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ ˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵍᵉⁿᵗˡᵉ. ᴮᵘᵗ ⁱⁿ ᵖᵘᵇˡⁱᶜ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵖᵘᵇˡⁱᶜ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉˢ, ʰᵉ ᵇᵉʰᵃᵛᵉˢ ʷᵃˢ ʳᵃᵗʰᵉʳ ʳᵉˢᵉʳᵛᵉᵈ. ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ʰⁱˢ ˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵃʳᵏ, ʰⁱˢ ʳᵃʸ ᵒᶠ ˢᵘⁿˢʰⁱⁿᵉ, ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵇᵉ ˢʰᵃᵗᵗᵉʳᵉᵈ ⁱᶠ ᵃⁿʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵉ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ʰᵘʳᵗ ʸᵒᵘ.

『✦』𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢

ᵂⁱᵗʰᵒᵘᵗ ʰᵉˢⁱᵗᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ, ʰᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵏⁱˢˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃᵗ ᵃⁿʸ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵃⁿʸ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ — ᵗʰᵉ ⁱᵈᵒˡ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ˢᵉᵉᵐ ᵗᵒ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ˢʰᵃᵐᵉ ᵃᵗ ᵃˡˡ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ʰᵉˢⁱᵗᵃᵗᵉ ᵗᵒ ˢʰᵒʷ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ ʰᵒʷ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ʰᵉ ˡᵒᵛᵉˢ ʸᵒᵘ. ᴴᵉ ˡⁱᵏᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᵏⁱˢˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵉᵉᵏˢ ᵒʳ ˡⁱᵖˢ ᵃˢ ᵃ ᵍʳᵉᵉᵗⁱⁿᵍ, ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ᵐⁱˢˢᵉˢ ʸᵒᵘ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃᵖᵃʳᵗ ᵈᵘᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵗʳᵃⁱⁿⁱⁿᵍ, ᶜᵒⁿᶜᵉʳᵗˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠⁱˡᵐⁱⁿᵍ. ⱽᵉⁿᵗʸ ᵃˡˢᵒ ˡⁱᵏᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵃⁿᵈ ⁱⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳˡᵃᶜᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶠⁱⁿᵍᵉʳˢ ᵗᵒᵍᵉᵗʰᵉʳ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ᵇᵉⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗᵒᵘᶜʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗⁱᵖ ᵒᶠ ʰⁱˢ ⁿᵒˢᵉ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘʳˢ, ᵍⁱᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ᶜʰᵃˢᵗᵉ "ᴱˢᵏⁱᵐᵒ ᵏⁱˢˢ". ᵀʰᵉ ʷᵃʸ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵐⁱˡᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵍⁱᵍᵍˡᵉ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʰᵉ ʳᵘᵇˢ ʰⁱˢ ⁿᵒˢᵉ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿˢᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳˢ ᵐᵃᵏᵉˢ ʰⁱˢ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵃʳᵐ, ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉ ˡᵃᵘᵍʰˢ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘ, ᵃⁿᵈ ʰⁱˢ ᵉʸᵉˢ ˢᵉᵉᵐ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉᶠˡᵉᶜᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʷʰᵒˡᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗᵉⁿᵈᵉʳⁿᵉˢˢ, ʰᵉ ˡᵒᵒᵏˢ ᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵘⁿᵈⁱˢᵍᵘⁱˢᵉᵈ ᵃᵈᵒʳᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ. ʸᵒᵘʳ ˡᵃᵘᵍʰᵗᵉʳ ˡⁱᶠᵗˢ ʰⁱˢ ᵐᵒᵒᵈ ʷʰᵉⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ʰᵉ ⁱˢ ˢᵃᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵒⁿᵉˡʸ, ⁱᵗ ⁱˢ ᵃ ʳᵉᵃˡ ᶜᵒᵐᶠᵒʳᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ʰⁱᵐ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵃᵖᵖʸ.

ⱽᵉⁿᵗʸ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵘᵈⁱᵒ ᵒʳ ᵃᵗ ʰᵒᵐᵉ, ʰᵉ ˢᵗʳᵘᵐˢ ʰⁱˢ ᵍᵘⁱᵗᵃʳ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ, ʰᵘᵐᵐⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ᵒˡᵈ ᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ' ˢᵃᵏᵉ. ᴮᵘᵗ ⁱᵗ ᵃˡˡ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵖˡᵃʸⁱⁿᵍ ᵍᵘⁱᵗᵃʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢⁱⁿᵍⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᵗ ᵃ ᵍʳᵃᵈᵘᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵖᵃʳᵗʸ. ᴵᵗ ʷᵃˢ ʸᵒᵘ ʷʰᵒ ˢᵘᵖᵖᵒʳᵗᵉᵈ ʰⁱˢ ⁱᵈᵉᵃ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐ ᵒᶠ ᵇᵉᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ᵗʳᵃⁱⁿᵉᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ᶜᵒⁿᵗⁱⁿᵘⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱˢ ⁱᵈᵒˡ ᶜᵃʳᵉᵉʳ. ᵀʰᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉⁿ, ᵗʰᵃᵗ ⁿᵒʷ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ʰⁱˢ ᵐᵘˢᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵉˣᵗˢ ʰᵉ ⁱⁿᵛᵉⁿᵗᵉᵈ ʷᵉʳᵉ ʷʳⁱᵗᵗᵉⁿ ⁱⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵖʳᵉˢᵉⁿᶜᵉ. ᴱᵛᵉⁿ ⁿᵒʷ, ˢⁱᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈʳᵉˢˢⁱⁿᵍ ʳᵒᵒᵐ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵛᵉⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ʳᵉˡᵃˣⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒⁿᶜᵉʳᵗ ʷʰⁱˡᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒᶻᵉᵈ ᵒᶠᶠ ᵒⁿ ʰⁱˢ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈᵉʳ ʷʰⁱˡᵉ ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵖˡᵃʸⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵘⁱᵗᵃʳ, ʷʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ⁱˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵉˡᵒᵈʸ ⁱˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵘᵗᵘʳᵉ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ʷⁱˡˡ ˢⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ, ᵗʰᵉ ᵛᵉʳʸ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵉᵃʳ ⁱᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱᵗ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵇᵉ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖˡᵃʸˡⁱˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᶠᵃⁿˢ. ᴬᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵃˡˡ, ᵗʰⁱˢ ⁱˢ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃʸˢ ʰᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵉˣᵖʳᵉˢˢ ʰⁱˢ ᶠᵉᵉˡⁱⁿᵍˢ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ ᵃʳᵉ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵉⁿᵒᵘᵍʰ.

ⱽᵉⁿᵗʸ ⁱˢ ˢᵒ ⁱⁿ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰⁱˢ ᵒʷⁿ ᵉᵐᵒᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵒᵛᵉʳʷʰᵉˡᵐ ʰⁱᵐ ᵘⁿᵗⁱˡ ʰᵉ ˢᵘᶜᶜᵘᵐᵇˢ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵘʳᵍᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉⁿᵈ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵏⁱˢˢ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶜʰᵉᵉᵏˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵒʳᵉʰᵉᵃᵈ. ᴴⁱˢ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵗᵃⁿᵉᵒᵘˢ ᵃᶠᶠᵉᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ˢᵘʳᵖʳⁱˢᵉˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ, ᵇᵘᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ʰᵉˡᵖ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵍⁱᵍᵍˡᵉ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳ ʰⁱˢ ᵇᵃʳʳᵃᵍᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ. ⱽᵉⁿᵗʸ ˢᵐⁱˡᵉˢ, ʰᵉ'ˢ ᵍˡᵃᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵃᵘᵍʰ, ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵉ ᵃˡˢᵒ ʰᵒᵖᵉˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ˡᵒᵛᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵐᵃᵈ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ ᶠᵒʳ ⁱⁿᵃᵖᵖʳᵒᵖʳⁱᵃᵗᵉ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ, ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ʰᵉ ˡᵒᵛᵉˢ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵒ ᵐᵘᶜʰ, ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ˢᶜᵒˡᵈ ʰⁱᵐ ⁱᶠ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ.

ᵂʰᵉⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃⁿᵈ ⱽᵉⁿᵗʸ ᵃʳᵉ ˢᵉᵖᵃʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵈᵘʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵃʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ʷʰⁱˡᵉ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵒᶠ ʰⁱˢ ᵈᵘᵗⁱᵉˢ ᵃˢ ᵃⁿ ⁱᵈᵒˡ,, ʸᵒᵘ ᵒᶠᵗᵉⁿ ʳᵉᶜᵉⁱᵛᵉ ᵐᵉˢˢᵃᵍᵉˢ, ᵛⁱᵈᵉᵒˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵛᵒⁱᶜᵉ ᵐᵉˢˢᵃᵍᵉˢ. ᴵᶠ ʰᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ᶜᵃˡˡ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʳᵃⁱⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵒʳ ᵃ ᶜᵒⁿᶜᵉʳᵗ, ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶠᵘⁿⁿʸ ˢᵗⁱᶜᵏᵉʳˢ ᵒʳ ᵃ ˡᵒᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵛᵒⁱᶜᵉ ᵐᵉˢˢᵃᵍᵉˢ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰⁱᵐ ᵃʳᵉ ⱽᵉⁿᵗʸ'ˢ ʷᵃʸ ᵗᵒ ᵍⁱᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃᵗᵗᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ᵍⁱᵛᵉ ⁱᵗ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿᵃˡˡʸ. ᴮᵘᵗ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʷᵒʳʳʸ, ʷʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᵐᵉᵉᵗ, ʰᵉ ʷⁱˡˡ ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵉⁿˢᵃᵗᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ⁱᵗ ᵃˡˡ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵈᵒᵘᵇˡᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ. ᴬᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵃˡˡ, ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵒⁿᵉ ʷʰᵒ ⁱˢ ᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵇⁱⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃⁿᵈᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵃⁿ ⁱᵈᵒˡ, ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᵇᵉ ᵍʳᵃᵗᵉᶠᵘˡ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢᵘᶜʰ ᵃ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳᶠᵘˡ ᵍⁱʳˡ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ʳᵉᶜⁱᵖʳᵒᶜᵃᵗᵉᵈ ʰⁱˢ ᶠᵉᵉˡⁱⁿᵍˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵉⁿᵗ ˢᵘᶜʰ ᵃ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ʷᵃʸ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰⁱᵐ ʰᵃⁿᵈ ⁱⁿ ʰᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵉˢᵖⁱᵗᵉ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈⁱᶠᶠⁱᶜᵘˡᵗⁱᵉˢ. ʸᵒᵘ ᵐᵉᵃⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʷʰᵒˡᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ ᵗᵒ ⱽᵉⁿᵗʸ, ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ˢᵘʳᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳˢᵗᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵃˢ ˢᵒᵒⁿ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ᶠⁱⁿᵃˡˡʸ ᶠⁱⁿⁱˢʰᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ.

『✦』𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚

ᴴᵉ ⁱˢ ᵃⁿ ⁱⁿᶜʳᵉᵈⁱᵇˡᵉ ᵍᵉⁿᵗˡᵉᵐᵃⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ʳᵒᵐᵃⁿᵗⁱᶜ. ᴴⁱˢ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ˢᵒᶠᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡⁱᵍʰᵗ. ᴴᵉ ˡⁱᵏᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᵏⁱˢˢ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵖᵃˡᵐˢ, ˡᵒᵒᵏ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵉʸᵉˢ, ˢᵖᵒⁿᵗᵃⁿᵉᵒᵘˢˡʸ ᵗᵃˡᵏ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵉᵖᵗʰ ᵒᶠ ʰⁱˢ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ ᵒʳ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵈᵉˡⁱᶜᵃᵗᵉ ˢᵏⁱⁿ ᵒⁿ ʰⁱˢ ˡⁱᵖˢ. ᴴᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵇᵉ ˢᵘʳᵖʳⁱˢⁱⁿᵍˡʸ ᵛᵉʳʸ ˢᵗʳᵃⁱᵍʰᵗᶠᵒʳʷᵃʳᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵒˡᵈ ⁱⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᶠᵉᵉˡⁱⁿᵍˢ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵉᵗ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵃ ᵠᵘⁱᵉᵗ ᶜʰᵘᶜᵏˡᵉ ʷʰᵉⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵒʳʳʸ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʰⁱˢ ᶠˡⁱʳᵗⁱⁿᵍ, ᶠⁱⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʳᵉᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱˢ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ ᵃᵈᵒʳᵃᵇˡᵉ.

ᴾᵉʳʰᵃᵖˢ ʰⁱˢ ᶠᵃᵛᵒʳⁱᵗᵉ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵏⁱˢˢ ⁱˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵒᵖ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵃⁿᵈˢ. ᴴᵉ ᵒᶠᵗᵉⁿ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵃⁿᵈˢ ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵘᵖˢᵉᵗ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʰⁱᵐ ᵒʳ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵉᵛᵉⁿᵗˢ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˡⁱᶠᵉ. ᴴᵉ ˢᵖᵉᵃᵏˢ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ ᵒᶠ ᵉⁿᶜᵒᵘʳᵃᵍᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵘᵖᵖᵒʳᵗ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘ, ᵗᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵇᵒᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵃⁿᵈˢ ⁱⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ʳᵃⁱˢⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ᵏⁱˢˢ. ˢᵘᶜʰ ᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᶜᵒⁿᵛᵉʸ ʰⁱˢ ᵈᵉᵛᵒᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵉˢⁱʳᵉ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵒᵐᶠᵒʳᵗ ʸᵒᵘ, ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ʰᵉ ʷᵃⁿᵗˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ʳᵉˡʸ ᵒⁿ ʰⁱᵐ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵇʸ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢⁱᵈᵉ, ᵃˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᵒⁿᶜᵉ ᵈⁱᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ʰⁱᵐ. ᴴᵉ ᵃˡˢᵒ ʰᵃˢ ᵃ ᵗᵉⁿᵈᵉⁿᶜʸ ᵗᵒ ᵏⁱˢˢ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈᵉʳ ᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵘʳᵛᵉ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ⁿᵉᶜᵏ. ᴵᶠ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ʰᵘᵍᵍⁱⁿᵍ ᵒʳ ʲᵘˢᵗ ˢᵖᵉⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᵗᵒᵍᵉᵗʰᵉʳ ⁱⁿ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉ ᵖʳᵒˣⁱᵐⁱᵗʸ, ᴷᵃᶻᵘʰᵃ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᵖᵖᵒʳᵗᵘⁿⁱᵗʸ ᵗᵒ ᵖʳᵉˢˢ ʰᵉʳ ˡⁱᵖˢ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈᵉʳ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵏⁱˢˢ. ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵘᵍˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃ ʷᵃʸ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉᵖˡᵉⁿⁱˢʰ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢᵗʳᵉⁿᵍᵗʰ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵃ ʰᵃʳᵈ ᵈᵃʸ ᵒᶠ ᶠⁱˡᵐⁱⁿᵍ ᵒʳ ᵗʳᵃⁱⁿⁱⁿᵍ.

ᴰᵉˢᵖⁱᵗᵉ ʰⁱˢ ᵍᵉⁿᵉʳᵃˡˡʸ ᶜᵃˡᵐ ᵈᵉᵐᵉᵃⁿᵒʳ, ᴷᵃᶻᵘʰᵃ ᵗᵉⁿᵈˢ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵉᵃˢᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʰᵉ ᵍᵉᵗˢ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒᵒᵈ. ᴰᵘʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ᵏⁱˢˢ, ʰᵉ ᵐᵃʸ ᵍᵉⁿᵗˡʸ ᵇⁱᵗᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˡᵒʷᵉʳ ˡⁱᵖ ᵒʳ ˡᵉᵃⁿ ⁱⁿ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ᵏⁱˢˢ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵗᵒ ᵏⁱˢˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒʳⁿᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˡⁱᵖˢ, ᶜʰᵉᵉᵏ ᵒʳ ᶠᵒʳᵉʰᵉᵃᵈ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵃˢᵗ ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗ. ᴴᵉ ᵗʳⁱᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ˡᵃᵘᵍʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵒᵘᵗʳᵃᵍᵉᵈ ʳᵉᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱˢ ᵗᵉᵃˢⁱⁿᵍ, ᵇᵘᵗ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ ʰᵉ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ˡᵃᵘᵍʰ. ᴵⁿ ᵍᵉⁿᵉʳᵃˡ, ʰⁱˢ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵘˢᵘᵃˡˡʸ ˢᵒᶠᵗ, ᶠᵘˡˡ ᵒᶠ ᵗᵉⁿᵈᵉʳⁿᵉˢˢ, ᵃᶠᶠᵉᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵒᵛᵉ. ᴷᵃᶻᵘʰᵃ ˡⁱᵏᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ʰⁱˢ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ˢᵒ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʳᵉᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱˢ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ, ᵖᵒᵉᵐˢ ⁽ᵐᵒˢᵗ ᵒᶠᵗᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˡʸʳⁱᶜˢ ᶠᵒʳ ˢᵒⁿᵍˢ ᵃʳᵉ ⁱⁿᵛᵉⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᵉⁱᵗʰᵉʳ ᵇʸ ʰⁱᵐ ᵒʳ ᵇʸ ᵂᵉⁿᵗⁱ⁾ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖʰʸˢⁱᶜᵃˡ ⁱⁿᵗⁱᵐᵃᶜʸ. ᴴᵉ ʷᵃⁿᵗˢ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ˢᵘʳᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ᶜᵒᵐᶠᵒʳᵗᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵉⁿᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵗᵒ ᵒᵖᵉⁿ ᵘᵖ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱᵐ ⁱⁿ ˢᵘᶜʰ ⁱⁿᵗⁱᵐᵃᵗᵉ ˢⁱᵗᵘᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ, ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ⁱˢ ʷʰʸ ʰᵉ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ⁱᵗ ᵍᵉⁿᵗˡʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢˡᵒʷˡʸ ʷʰᵉⁿ ⁿᵒ ᵒⁿᵉ ⁱˢ ˡᵒᵒᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ˢᵒᵐᵉʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵉ. ᴴᵉ ᶠᵉᵉˡˢ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ᶜᵒⁿⁿᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ⁱⁿ ˢᵘᶜʰ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿᵃˡ ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ. ᴴᵉ ᵐᵃʸ ᵇᵉ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵒᵃᵈ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵒᶠ ʷᵒʳᵏ, ᵇᵘᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ʰⁱˢ ʰᵒᵐᵉ, ᵗʰᵉ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵒⁿᵉ ʷʰᵒ ᵒʷⁿˢ ʰⁱᵐ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒⁿᵉ ʷʰᵒ ᵐᵃᵏᵉˢ ʰⁱᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵃᵖᵖⁱᵉˢᵗ.

『✦』𝐀𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

ᴴᵉ ᶜˡᵉᵃʳˡʸ ᵏⁿᵒʷˢ ʰᵒʷ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᶜᵃʳᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵍⁱʳˡˢ, ᵖᵉʳʰᵃᵖˢ ʰⁱˢ ˡⁱᶠᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰⁱˢ ˢⁱˢᵗᵉʳ, ᴸᵘᵐⁱⁿ, ʰᵃˢ ᵃᶠᶠᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ ʰⁱᵐ ˢᵒ ᵐᵘᶜʰ. ᴴⁱˢ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵛᵉʳʸ ᵍᵉⁿᵗˡᵉ. ᴴᵉ ⁱˢ ᵃᶠᶠᵉᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿᵃᵗᵉ ᵇʸ ⁿᵃᵗᵘʳᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ʳᵉᵍᵘˡᵃʳˡʸ ᵉˣᵖʳᵉˢˢᵉˢ ʰⁱˢ ᵃᶠᶠᵉᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ʷʰᵒ ᵃʳᵉ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱᵐ, ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵉˢᵖᵉᶜⁱᵃˡˡʸ ᵍⁱᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ, ʰⁱˢ ᵇᵉˡᵒᵛᵉᵈ, ᵃ ˡᵒᵗ ᵒᶠ ˡᵒᵛᵉ. ᴴᵉ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ˡⁱᵏᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᵏⁱˢˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃⁿʸʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵒⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ, ᵇᵘᵗ ⁱᶠ ʰᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶜʰᵒᵒˢᵉ, ʰᵉ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ˢᵃʸ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˡⁱᵖˢ ᵃʳᵉ ʰⁱˢ ᶠᵃᵛᵒʳⁱᵗᵉ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵏⁱˢˢ, ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ʰᵒʷ ʰᵉ ᶠᵉᵉˡˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ⁱⁿᵗⁱᵐᵃᶜʸ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘ.

ᴰᵘʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ᵏⁱˢˢ, ᴵᵗᵉʳ ˡⁱᵏᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ʷʳᵃᵖ ʰⁱˢ ʷᵃʳᵐ ʰᵃⁿᵈˢ ᵃʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ, ᵍᵉⁿᵗˡʸ ᵗⁱˡᵗⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ᶜᵒᵐᶠᵒʳᵗᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵖᵒˢⁱᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃⁿʸ ᵗʸᵖᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵏⁱˢˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ˢʰᵃʳᵉ ᵗᵒᵍᵉᵗʰᵉʳ. ᴴⁱˢ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᶜʰᵃˢᵗᵉ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᶠⁱˡˡ ʸᵒᵘ ʷⁱᵗʰ ˢᵘᶜʰ ʷᵃʳᵐᵗʰ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶜᵒᵐᶠᵒʳᵗ, ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ʰᵉ ᵈᵒᵉˢⁿ'ᵗ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵃˡᵏ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ⁱᵗ, ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ʰᵒʷ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʰᵉ ᶠᵉᵉˡˢ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ʰⁱˢ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ. ᵀʰᵉ ʷᵃʸ ʰⁱˢ ᵃʳᵐˢ ᵗᵉⁿᵈᵉʳˡʸ ᵉᵐᵇʳᵃᶜᵉ ʸᵒᵘ, ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵉⁿᵗˡᵉ ᵐᵃⁿⁿᵉʳ ⁱⁿ ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ʰᵉ ᶜᵃʳᵉˢˢᵉˢ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ, ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵒᵛⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵐⁱˡᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵃᶻᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ᵈⁱʳᵉᶜᵗˢ ⁱⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵈⁱʳᵉᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ — ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰⁱˢ ˢᵃʸˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ "ʰⁱˢ ⁿᵘᵐᵇᵉʳ ᵒⁿᵉ", ᵃⁿᵈ ⁿᵒ ᶠᵃⁿˢ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ⁱⁿ ʰⁱˢ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ. ᴵᵗ ᵐᵃʸ ᵇᵉ ᵃ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵘⁿᶠᵃⁱʳ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵃⁿˢ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵛᵉʳʸ ᵇᵉᵍⁱⁿⁿⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵉ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ⁱᵗ ᶜˡᵉᵃʳ ᵗᵒ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵒⁿᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵉʳᵉ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵃʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ, ʰᵉ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ ʰⁱˢ ⁱᵈᵒˡ ᶜᵃʳᵉᵉʳ. ᴬⁿᵈ ʰⁱˢ ˢⁱˢᵗᵉʳ ˢᵘᵖᵖᵒʳᵗˢ ʰⁱˢ ᶜʰᵒⁱᶜᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʳᵉᵃᵗˢ ʰⁱᵐ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳˢᵗᵃⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ, ᵈᵉˢᵖⁱᵗᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵃᶜᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒⁿᵉ ʷʰᵒ ᵈʳᵃᵍᵍᵉᵈ ʰⁱᵐ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᴵˢᵗʳⁱᵃ ʷⁱᵗʰ ˢʰᵒʷ ᵇᵘˢⁱⁿᵉˢˢ. ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵒᶠᵗᵉⁿ ⁿᵉʳᵛᵒᵘˢ, ᵃᶠʳᵃⁱᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵇᵉ ˡᵉᶠᵗ, ᵇᵘᵗ ʰⁱˢ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵗᵃⁿᵗ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵃᶜᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ⁱˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ˢʰʸ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵃⁿʸ ᵖᵃʳᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵍᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ʲᵘˢᵗⁱᶠʸ ʰⁱˢ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ ⁱⁿ ᶠʳᵒⁿᵗ ᵒᶠ ʳᵉᵖᵒʳᵗᵉʳˢ ᵃʳᵉ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ᶜᵒᵐᶠᵒʳᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʷᵒʳʳⁱᵉˢ ᵐᵉˡᵗ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᴵᵗᵉʳ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ ʸᵒᵘ. ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ᶠᵘˡˡʸ ᵉˣᵖˡᵃⁱⁿ ⁱᵗ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵉᵉˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᶠ ˢᵉᶜᵘʳⁱᵗʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵘᵖᵖᵒʳᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ᵍⁱᵛᵉˢ ʸᵒᵘ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰⁱˢ ᵗᵒᵘᶜʰ ⁱˢ ᵉⁿᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵇᵉˡⁱᵉᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ⁱˢ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ᵍᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵒᵏᵃʸ.

ᴰᵉˢᵖⁱᵗᵉ ʰⁱˢ ⁱⁿⁿᵒᶜᵉⁿᵗ ᵇᵉʰᵃᵛⁱᵒʳ, ˢⁱᵐⁱˡᵃʳ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᵍᵒˡᵈᵉⁿ ʳᵉᵗʳⁱᵉᵛᵉʳ ⁽ʷᵉˡˡ, ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵍᵒˡᵈᵉⁿ ʰᵃⁱʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃⁿ ⁱⁿⁿᵒᶜᵉⁿᵗ ᵏⁱⁿᵈ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ, ʸᵒᵘ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵃʳⁱˢᵒⁿ, ʳⁱᵍʰᵗ?⁾, ᴵᵗᵉʳ ᶜᵃⁿ ᶜᵉʳᵗᵃⁱⁿˡʸ ˢʰᵃʳᵉ ᵃ ʰᵒᵗᵗᵉʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵖᵃˢˢⁱᵒⁿᵃᵗᵉ ᵏⁱˢˢ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘ, ᵉˢᵖᵉᶜⁱᵃˡˡʸ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʰᵉ ⁱˢ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵐᵒᵒᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ⁱᵗ. ᴬᵗ ˢᵘᶜʰ ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ, ʰᵉ ˡⁱᵏᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ʳᵘⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᵗᵒⁿᵍᵘᵉ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˡⁱᵖˢ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ˢʰᵒᵛⁱⁿᵍ ⁱᵗ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵐᵒᵘᵗʰ. ᴴᵉ ⁱˢ ᵘⁿᵉˣᵖᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈˡʸ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵃᵗ ᶠʳᵉⁿᶜʰ ᵏⁱˢˢⁱⁿᵍ, ᵏⁿᵒʷⁱⁿᵍ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ʷᵃʸˢ ᵗᵒ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵗʷⁱⁿᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵗᵒⁿᵍᵘᵉˢ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵃⁿᵗ ʷᵃʸ, ᵖᵘˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵃʷᵃʸ ᵒⁿˡʸ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᵇᵒᵗʰ ʳᵘⁿ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵃⁱʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃ ᵗʳⁱᶜᵏˡᵉ ᵒᶠ ˢᵃˡⁱᵛᵃ ᶜᵒⁿⁿᵉᶜᵗˢ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵐᵒᵘᵗʰˢ. ᴰᵉˢᵖⁱᵗᵉ ᵗʰⁱˢ, ᴵᵗᵉʳ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ᵖʳᵉᶠᵉʳˢ ᵍᵉⁿᵗˡᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵒᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ, ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ʰᵉ ʷᵃⁿᵗˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ˢᵃᶠᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵒᵛᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᵖʳᵉˢᵉⁿᶜᵉ. ᴴᵉ ⁱⁿᵗᵉⁿᵈˢ ᵗᵒ ᵍⁱᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃᵗ ˡᵉᵃˢᵗ ᵗʷᵒ ˢᵘᶜʰ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ ᵃ ᵈᵃʸ — ᵒⁿᶜᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒʳⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ˡᵉᵃᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵉᶜᵒⁿᵈ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʳᵉᵗᵘʳⁿⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵒᵐᵉ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵃ ˡᵒⁿᵍ, ᵇᵘˢʸ ˢᶜʰᵉᵈᵘˡᵉ. ᴾᵉʳʰᵃᵖˢ ʰᵉ ⁱˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʷʰᵒˡᵉ ᵗᵉᵃᵐ ʷʰᵒ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ʰᵃᵗᵉˢ ᵗʳᵃᵛᵉˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱˢ ᵖᵉʳˢᵘᵃᵈᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵈᵘᵗʸ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵒᵘʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜⁱᵗⁱᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ʰᵉ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵗʳʸ ᵗᵒ ᵖᵉʳˢᵘᵃᵈᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵒ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉᵐ, ᵒᵗʰᵉʳʷⁱˢᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵒˡᵈᵉⁿ⁻ʰᵃⁱʳᵉᵈ ᵒⁿᵉ ʳᵉᶠᵘˢᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵒ ᵃⁿʸʷʰᵉʳᵉ. ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᵒᶠᶠ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʷᵒʳᵏ ⁽ᵇᵘᵗ ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵒʳᵏ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰᵒᵐᵉ, ⁱᵗ ᵐᵃᵏᵉˢ ⁱᵗ ᵉᵃˢⁱᵉʳ⁾ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵇᵒʸᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ, ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵃ ᵈᵃʸ ᵃʷᵃʸ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʸᵒᵘ, ⁱᵗ'ˢ ᵗᵒᵒ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵃʳᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ʰⁱᵐ. ᴮᵘᵗ ᵉˣᶜʰᵃⁿᵍⁱⁿᵍ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ˡⁱᶠᵗˢ ʰⁱˢ ᵐᵒᵒᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠⁱˡˡˢ ʰⁱᵐ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉⁿᵉʳᵍʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵉᵗᵉʳᵐⁱⁿᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ʰᵉ ⁿᵉᵉᵈˢ ᵗᵒ ᵠᵘⁱᶜᵏˡʸ ᵖᵉʳᶠᵒʳᵐ ʰⁱˢ ᵈᵘᵗⁱᵉˢ ˢᵒ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ ʳᵉᵗᵘʳⁿ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵉᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗⁱᶠᵘˡ ˢᵐⁱˡᵉ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ.

『✦』𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐳𝐨𝐮

ᴴⁱˢ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵛᵉʳʸ ᵖˡᵃʸᶠᵘˡ. ᴴᵉ ˡⁱᵏᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵃᵗᶜʰ ʸᵒᵘ ᵒᶠᶠ ᵍᵘᵃʳᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉᵐ, ᵉⁱᵗʰᵉʳ ᵏⁱˢˢⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵉᵉᵏ ᶠᵒʳ ⁿᵒ ʳᵉᵃˢᵒⁿ, ᵒʳ ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ᵘᵖ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵇᵉʰⁱⁿᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖᵃᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ, ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵗᵒ ˢˡⁱᵖ ⁱⁿ ᶠʳᵒⁿᵗ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵘʳᵖʳⁱˢᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃ ᵏⁱˢˢ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵘʳⁿ ᵃʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ. ᴴⁱˢ ᵃⁿᵗⁱᶜˢ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵇʸ ˢᵘʳᵖʳⁱˢᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵇˡᵘˢʰ, ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉ ˡⁱᵏᵉˢ ʰᵒʷ ᵉᵐᵇᵃʳʳᵃˢˢᵉᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ. ᴺᵒᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵉˡˢᵉ ᵍⁱᵛᵉˢ ᵃⁿ ⁱᵈᵒˡ ˢᵘᶜʰ ʲᵒʸ ᵃˢ ˢᵉᵉⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵉᵐᵇᵃʳʳᵃˢˢᵉᵈ ᵉˣᵖʳᵉˢˢⁱᵒⁿ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵒᶠ ʰⁱˢ ᵘⁿᵉˣᵖᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ.

ᴮᵘᵗ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵃ ᵐⁱˢˢ ᵉⁱᵗʰᵉʳ.ᵂʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʳʸ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵃᵗ ʰⁱᵐ ᵇʸ ˢʰᵒʷᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱᵐ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵘⁿᵉˣᵖᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ, ᴴᵉⁱᶻᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ʰᵉˡᵖ ᵇᵘᵗ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳ "ʰᵒʷ ᵈᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᵐᵃⁿᵃᵍᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ʰⁱᵐ ᶠᵃˡˡ ⁱⁿ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵐᵒʳᵉ?" ᴴᵉ ᵃᵈᵐⁱʳᵉˢ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵃᵇⁱˡⁱᵗʸ ᵗᵒ ᵒᵘᵗˢᵐᵃʳᵗ ʰⁱᵐ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ʰⁱᵐ ᵇʸ ˢᵘʳᵖʳⁱˢᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ, ᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵒʳ ᶠˡⁱʳᵗⁱⁿᵍ, ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵒᶠᵗᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᴴᵉⁱᶻᵒᵘ ⁱˢ ᵘⁿᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵗᵒ ᶠᵒʳᵉˢᵉᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ʷⁱˡˡ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿ. ᶠᵒʳ ʰⁱᵐ, ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵃⁿᵗˡʸ ˢᵘʳᵖʳⁱˢᵉ ʰⁱᵐ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵍᵉⁿᵗˡᵉ ʰᵒᵗ ᵗᵒᵘᶜʰᵉˢ, ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ ᵒʳ ᵛᵘˡᵍᵃʳ ᵖʰʳᵃˢᵉˢ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ʷʰⁱˢᵖᵉʳ ⁱⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᵉᵃʳ, ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ᵒᶠᵗᵉⁿ ᵃᵗ ˢᵘᶜʰ ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᵃʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵉ, ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ʰⁱˢ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵃˡᵗᵉʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰⁱˢ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ᶠˡᵘᵗᵗᵉʳ. ᴴᵉ ʷⁱˡˡ ˡᵃᵘᵍʰ ⁱᵗ ᵒᶠᶠ, ᵗᵉᵃˢᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ⁱⁿ ʳᵉˢᵖᵒⁿˢᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵗʳʸ ᵗᵒ ᵈⁱˢᵗʳᵃᶜᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰⁱˢ ʳᵉᵈᵈᵉⁿᵉᵈ ᶜʰᵉᵉᵏˢ, ᵇᵉ ᵃ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵉᵐᵇᵃʳʳᵃˢˢᵉᵈ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʰᵉ ᶠᵉᵉˡˢ ʰⁱˢ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ᶠˡᵘᵗᵗᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ʷᵃⁿᵗˢ ᵗᵒ ˢᵗᵃʸ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃˢ ˢᵒᵒⁿ ᵃˢ ᵖᵒˢˢⁱᵇˡᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵒʳᵈᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵗʳᵘᵉ.

ᴴᵉⁱᶻᵒᵘ ᵖʳᵉᶠᵉʳˢ ᶠˡᵉᵉᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ ʳᵃᵗʰᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᵈᵉᵉᵖ ᵒⁿᵉˢ. ᴴⁱˢ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵠᵘⁱᶜᵏ, ᵃˢ ⁱˢ ʰⁱˢ ᵐⁱⁿᵈ, ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵉ ᵍⁱᵛᵉˢ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵃ ˡᵒᵗ. ᴰᵘʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵃʸ, ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ˢᵒᵐᵉʷʰᵉʳᵉ ⁿᵉᵃʳᵇʸ, ʰᵉ ʷⁱˡˡ ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ᵃⁿ ᵒᵖᵖᵒʳᵗᵘⁿⁱᵗʸ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵒᵘᶜʰ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵏⁱⁿ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˡⁱᵖˢ, ᶜʰᵉᵉᵏˢ, ⁿᵉᶜᵏ, ᵃʳᵐˢ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰⁱˢ ˡⁱᵖˢ ⁻ ᵃⁿʸʷʰᵉʳᵉ. ᴴᵉ'ˡˡ ᵏⁱˢˢ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ ⁱⁿᶜʰ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵇᵃʳᵉ ˢᵏⁱⁿ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵉᵃˢᵗ ᵉˣᵖᵉᶜᵗ ⁱᵗ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ᵍⁱᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃ ᵇⁱᵍ ˢᵐⁱˡᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃ ᶜᵃʳᵉᶠʳᵉᵉ ˡᵃᵘᵍʰ. ᴴᵉ'ˢ ᵃ ᵇⁱᵗ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵃ ˢᶜʰᵒᵒˡᵇᵒʸ ⁱⁿ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʷʰᵒ'ˢ ᵗʳʸⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵉᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵃᵗᵗᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵇʸ ᵗᵉᵃˢⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵃ ʳᵉᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʸᵒᵘ. ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ ʰⁱˢ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵗⁱᶜᵏˡⁱˢʰ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵃᵘᵍʰ, ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉ ᵍʳⁱⁿⁿᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵃᵘᵍʰᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘ. ʸᵒᵘʳ ˡᵃᵘᵍʰᵗᵉʳ ᵇʳⁱᵍʰᵗᵉⁿˢ ᵘᵖ ʰⁱˢ ᵈᵃʸ. ᴱᵛᵉⁿ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʰᵉ ⁱˢ ᶠⁱˣᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵒⁿ ᵗʳᵃⁱⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵒʳ ᵃⁿ ᵘᵖᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ᵖᵉʳᶠᵒʳᵐᵃⁿᶜᵉ, ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢᵐⁱˡᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵃᵘᵍʰᵗᵉʳ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᵈᵉˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ʰⁱˢ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ʳᵉᵐⁱⁿᵈ ʰⁱᵐ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰⁱˢ ⁱˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ⁱⁿ ᵛᵃⁱⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵐᵘˢⁱᶜ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖᵉʳᶠᵒʳᵐᵃⁿᶜᵉ ᵍⁱᵛᵉ ᵃ ˡᵒᵗ ᵒᶠ ʰᵃᵖᵖⁱⁿᵉˢˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ʲᵒʸ ᵒᶠ ˡⁱᶠᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ˡⁱˢᵗᵉⁿᵉʳˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵃⁿˢ.

☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★

@ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍʏ-ᴍᴏᴏɴ-ᴄᴀᴛ • ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴘʟᴀɢɪᴀʀɪꜱᴇ, ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ, ᴏʀ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴇʙꜱɪᴛᴇꜱ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ! ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴅᴀʏ ~ ♡

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✧•° 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔..~°•✧

║➳ 𝐼𝑑𝑜𝑙!6𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑧𝑒 : ♪ 𝑆𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ𝑒/𝑊𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑟, 𝑋𝑖𝑎𝑜, 𝑉𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖, 𝐾𝑎𝑧𝑢ℎ𝑎, 𝐴𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝐻𝑒𝑖𝑧𝑜𝑢 ♪

║➳ 𝑃𝑜𝑣: 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 [𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒] 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑'𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑑𝑜𝑙. 𝐹𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦, 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑦 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑝 𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑣𝑜𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜 𝑝𝑟𝑜ℎ𝑖𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡.

— 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑦 𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙, 𝑠𝑜 ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒.

— 𝑚𝑜𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑛 𝑖𝑑𝑜𝑙 𝑎𝑢, 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓, 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝

◤✎...◢ ʜɪ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ! ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ, ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴇɴɢʟɪꜱʜ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍʏ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ. ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ,ɴᴊᴏʏ!~

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『✦』𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞/𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫

- 𝑉𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑖𝑠 7:55 𝑝.𝑚.

Usually you write to him first, but sometimes he can take the initiative and share something himself by writing or recording a voice message. But usually these are small messages about how he is, where and what he is doing. He also asks you the same thing during the day. It often reminds you to do something, eat or relax, adding at the end what an dummy you are to forget about such basic things. At the end of the day, he always writes that he has already finished and warns if something goes wrong and/or he'll be late.

Like this time, the dance practice dragged on until late in the evening, so Scaramouch would definitely write down to you that he would be late and he will record a voice message mentioning how tired he is and how his whole body aches. And he will complain that when he became an idol, he was not ready for the fact that he would have to suffer with learning choreography more than with recording songs. In the background, at the end of the message, Heizou's voice could be heard calling Scaramouch by some stupid nickname he had recently invented, teasing that if he did not hurry up, they would stay even longer.

"- How you all fucked me up. If you call me that again, I'll personally lock you in the back room with inventory for all exits! That's it, fuck off. I'm going home,you loser's. " It seems that it was the last straw for Scaramouch and he left slamming the door after throwing something at Heizou. Sometimes, because of his character, he and the team have some disagreements and disputes, but after a while, when he cools down, everything comes back to normal.

" - I'll be home in half an hour. Today we were with the team at the mall, I bought you your chocolate that you wanted to try and talked about the other day. I don't understand how you can eat this sugar crap. In general, I will try to return as soon as possible. I ... love you, I'll be home soon"

It seems he stayed alone and softened recording a second voice message for you, saying, albeit still confused and somehow uncertain, but so tenderly and tremulously his words about love for you.

『✦』𝐗𝐢𝐚𝐨

- 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑢𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒/𝑆𝑀𝑆. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑖𝑠 6:00 𝑝.𝑚

He usually writes a small message, briefly but to the point.

This time he would warn you that he will be a little late, because they are recording a song in the studio today, but that he will be returning home in an hour. He will ask how you are doing and, of course, in the end he will add that he missed you and loves you.

Recently, he began to add a smiley face to the words about love, because Venty once made a remark to him that not only does he write only on business, but that text also looks terribly dry. Xiao may have been annoyed at him for sticking his nose where he wasn't asked, but he took note worrying that you were thinking the same way. You thought it was very sweet.

"...I know we had plans to watch this movie together tonight, but it seems I'm going to be late. Sorry. I'll try to come back as soon as possible, I love you, light of my life♥️ "

『✦』𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢

- 𝐿𝑜𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑜 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑/𝑜𝑟 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 6:00 𝑡𝑜 8:50 𝑝𝑚.

Venty always takes everything off. Whether they are recording a song, shooting a music video or during a break - he always sends you either voice or video messages in his free (or not at all) time. There can be 20 or more of them per day. He likes to share with you everything that is happening around him, because he believes that he is getting closer to you during.

And this time was no exception. Venty recorded several video messages with how they were doing choreography, how Scaramouche again got into a fight with Heizou because of his unsuccessful jokes about the blue-haired man, and in the last seconds of the message it was seen how Skara threw something at Heizou. The video ends here. The last one was a voice message that he was already on his way home and he had a gift for you.

" - I've already called a taxi and I'll be home soon, Windbloom. I missed you so much! By the way, I bought something for you today when I went to the mall with the guys during the break. I've missed you so much and I'm already flying to you on the wings of the wind! ~ See you soon, I love you~"

『✦』𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚

- 𝑅𝑒𝑔𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑟 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑖𝑠 6:40 𝑝.𝑚.

Kazuha is still a romantic, so he often writes to you during the day if something impressed him and reminded him of you, or if he and the guys went somewhere, he wants to take you to a place that he liked. His messages are full of feelings and very gentle and sweet, it seems like that you are reading some kind of quote or excerpt from a book. In voice messages, even small ones, he also often talks about you. There was not a single message where he did not at least once say that he loves you and that he thinks of you, that you are his muse and inspire him.

You were planning to spend the evening together today, but unfortunately he was delayed at the recording studio of the song. That's why he warned you that he would be late and apologized for having to cancel plans for the evening.

"...I'm sorry about what happened, my love, please don't be bored. I will try to finish all the business as soon as possible. I will definitely compensate you for tonight ,on the next weekend, which we will spend just the two of us."

A minute later, he sent a voice message: "- And I love you~" He added that. You heard by his voice that Kazuha was tired, but he noticed that he had not written a word about love, so he hurried to record a voice message.

『✦』𝐀𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

- 𝐿𝑜𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑..𝐴 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙? 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑠 7:00 𝑝.𝑚

Oh, he's a tricky one, especially when it comes to you. Yes, he gives his best at work, during concerts, and in principle, he really treats his work with soul and zeal, sometimes even overdo it more than others. But still, he has his own "brakes" which are you. If Iter said that he would be at home specifically at such a time, he would be at home at that time. There was not a single case that he was late. Sometimes it's even embarrassing in front of the manager and the rest of the guys that your boyfriend treats time like that and often puts them in an awkward position if he need to stay somewhere and finish it, and he doesn't care and he goes home where you are waiting for him.

During the day, he can throw off cute stickers if he can't write to you at all, he also records a voice message telling you something and asking how you're doing, and that he misses you terribly and, as agreed, he will be home on time.

This time, during the shooting of the video, he and the team had to stay for a couple of hours and finish shooting, but, Aether it Aether. He had already gone home as soon as the hands on the clock reached 7:00 p.m. The manager just had to be indignant and think about how to get out of the situation while the idol was walking to the taxi talking to you on the phone. You asked several times if everything was okay, but he assured you that everything was fine and there would be no problems, and that it was time for you to get ready, as soon as he arrived you two would go on a date.

"Don't worry dear, everything is really fine. I'm already walking up to the car and I'll be home in 20 minutes. You should have packed up by now. I love you, I'll be there soon."

There were beeps, you just sighed, hoping that everything was really okay. As a result, the release of the video was delayed, but it didn't bother Aether at all, because it was important for him that he was able to spend the evening with his beloved.

But for the sake of decency, Aether really tries and gives his best during work, he comes to the studio before everyone else, so he leaves the same way earlier. He often additionally studies vocals or learns choreography and his parts, bringing everything to perfection, so that such antics are forgiven by virtue of his efforts.

『✦』𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐳𝐨𝐮

- 𝑉𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠, 𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑜 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑠/𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑟𝑠. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑖𝑠 10:00 𝑝.𝑚.

Heizou often records something funny, flirts with you, and records funny voice messages with typical tackles. It used to embarrassing you a lot, but now you just laugh and think it's funny. He also often throws you photos or videos from tiktok with seals with the words "this is us" or "me and you". Also, Heizo writes every time you get bored or think about writing him yourself. It seems as if he reads your thoughts even without being around and easily anticipates your actions.

You knew that today they and the team were shooting a video for a new song, so you tried not to bother him, even though you were bored and sad alone. Usually you can keep yourself busy, but this evening the longing did not let you go for a very long time. You've been looking at the phone lying next to you for several minutes, and as soon as you picked it up, a notification came. You looked around, suspecting that cameras were installed at home because, well, how could he pick the moment so clearly again? Heizou recorded a voice message saying that he being a little late, but not much for a long time because there was one final scene left to finish. After sending a video message from the set, he himself stands in front of the mirror and winks and shows a smiling heart. You involuntarily blushed while smiling. How handsome he is in the chosen image for the clip.

" - I'll be a little late, but don't miss me too much there. I will be going home soon, it remains to finish the last scene. So, as soon as I get home, get ready, tomorrow is the day off, so tonight I won't let you fall asleep, I have big plans to show how much I love you and I'm going to pamper you so that you forget even your name~".

You were sitting all red, thinking what a sly fox and impudent he is. But you was looking forward to his return home, knowing that Heizou would definitely fulfill his promise.

☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★

@ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍʏ-ᴍᴏᴏɴ-ᴄᴀᴛ • ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴘʟᴀɢɪᴀʀɪꜱᴇ, ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ, ᴏʀ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴇʙꜱɪᴛᴇꜱ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ! ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴅᴀʏ ~ ♡

# when you fall asleep on their chest

arataki itto

goes :0 then :D then :)

pets or strokes your hair 

looks around to see if there’s anything that’ll wake you up; glares at anything that makes a noise

you kiss his nose sleepily

there are hearts in his eyes when they widen along with the biggest smile

falls asleep with a protective bear hug around your figure (your face is smushed into his chest)

probably drools on you

kamisato ayato

you fall asleep as he works at his messy table

smiles with a soft little exhale

puts down anything he’s attending to and adjusts your figure so that you’re facing towards him

tucks your stray hair behind your ear; his fingers grace your cheek

kisses your hand; it’s a habit of his now

drapes his ridiculous suit around you like a roll

falls asleep with your hand intwined with his

thoma 

is probably crocheting/sewing during downtime when you decide to cuddle with him

sets it aside and smiles

thoma is really really comfortingly warm, especially when he puts your arms around you

fixes the position of your head so that your neck won’t get cramped when you wake up; runs his hands through your hair

the ideal nap place is by the big tree in hanamizaka, where all the little animals will come and surround you as you both nap :)

gorou 

is sifting through report documents when you fall asleep on his lap, your head tucked in between his neck

gets really flustered, especially when your head slides down toward his chest

tries to reposition you because he worries your head will slide down to his lap and your legs will collapse to the floor 😭 ?!

you wake up because of this and apologizes a million times

you cup his face with one hand and scratch his ear with the other and tell him to relax

he succumbs to your actions, mumbles something about neglecting his duty and curls up with you in the chair

kaedehara kazuha

you both have the night watch on the alcor

you get bored and point out constellations in the night sky, connecting the stars with your fingers as his eyes sparkle over you in subtle wonder

he falls asleep first, a smile imprinting itself on your neck as he settles in between just after the juncture of your chin and neck

you fluster and try to bat him away in annoyance; he replies with further kisses down your neck, and by shooting you the most lovestruck, sly look

you give in, heart thumping madly as you both fall asleep under the starry sky <3

beidou scolds you the next morning

author’s note : some lazy brainrot while i write kintsugi (yes i’m actually writing it oh wow)  inspired by this post by _yapsharlene ! p.s. the first chapter of kintsugi is now out! show some love for it here <3

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Things they did that made you question your entire relationship

Warning: reader has no pronounce mentioned, crack, burping, demon, barking, breathing fire, plebians, making out in kazuha's part, highzuha, weed, childe, reading erotic books(no description), cockroach, not proofread either.

Part 2 because this was very popular and bc im on my crack thing again.

Characters: Itto, Yoimiya, Gorou, Xiao, Zhongli, Shenhe, Ayato, Ningguang, Kazuha, highzuha, Childe, Albedo, Yae Miko, Raiden Shogun/Ei.

Itto: Burped in your face and then laughed so loudly that it blew up your eardrums.

Yoimiya: Accidently lit your ass on fire with her fireworks.

Gorou: You said you loved dogs and he started barking, his subordinates couldnt take him seriously for weeks after that.

Xiao: He called you a demon and tried to lament your ass after you made him blush.

Zhongli: Patted you on the head and said "Wel done kid", the two of you were already in a relationship for months.

Shenhe: Always gives you the stink eye when you approach her in public, she doesnt do it on purpose tho.

Ayato: He put a basket of chili peppers into your desert, you started breathing fire and he just laughed at you.

Nignguang: Called you a plebian in public.

Kazuha: He is perfect but sometimes when the two of you are making out he suddenly stops out of the blue because he's been struck with ✨INSPIRATION✨ for a poem for you and wants to write it down so he doesn't forget.

Highzuha: Sometimes when he is high from nakuweed he tells you the cheesiest things with a debby ryan smirk.

Child(e): He pushed you of those long staircases when you enter Liyue harbor (i think its called Feiyun Slope??) and started howling from laughter, it all happened in public.

Albedo: He was singing the lyrics of cpr while washing your hair for you also made you eat a spider.

Yae Miko: Made you narrate an erotic book in public.

Ei: Gave you a cockroach as a present because Yae told her that every mortal did that for their lover. She went out of her way to catch one for you and almost cried when you gave the cockroach the stink stink eye.

Taglist: @devizakura

Can I get more volleyball au? Anything goes.

I have neglected the Volleyball AU for a while hahahaha!!! I can tell cause so many of you are asking for a Volleyball AU update oh gosh XD

This is a response to the 3-4 anons who requested a Volleyball AU update. One of you said something about the Olympics but I wasn’t quite sure if I read your ask correctly but anyway, here it is.

Scenarios: Olympic Genshin Volleyball team getting asked interview questions about you, their S/O, after winning a game + chaotic commentary of the teammates

Warning: some of the questions might be a little personal but journalists always try to get a good story anyway, so, it’s still in the realm of possibility. Not proofread. Please tell me if there are any pronoun slips.

Characters: Zhongli, Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo, Tartaglia, Kazuha, Xiao, Thoma, Ayato and gn!reader

#1 Zhongli (Captain/Wing Spiker/Ace)

Tries to keep his relationship with you private. He knows the media is super daunting at times. 

Interviewer: “Did your S/O fly in to support you today?”

Zhongli: “No, they’re at home. Though, I’m sure Y/N’s supporting me, even from home,”

Interviewer: “There’s talks on the forum that your performance is better when your S/O is watching on the stands, and that your spikes are stellar.”

*Tartaglia and Kaeya starts cackling. Thoma laughs behind his hand. Ayato is grinning ear to ear. They’re aware of that rumor.*

Zhongli: *clears his throat* “Well... I... suppose it gives a little energy boost, seeing my significant other attend...”

Kaeya: *leans in forward to his mic and butts in* “Our strict captain just likes to show off in front of Y/N,”

Tartaglia: *also butts in* “Our coach and managers have joked that we should have a cardboard cutout of Y/N and just get it up there on the stands for every game,”

Ayato: “Our captain might seem serious on court but he’s the type to have a picture of his S/O as his phone screen. Isn’t that right, captain?” Passes the question along to Zhongli again

Zhongli: *incredibly embarrassed and has covered his loopy, embarrassed smile with his hand. Plotting the demise of Ayato, Kaeya and Tartaglia. Reporters are having a field day that his teammates are ratting him out* “...Let’s move on to the next question please,”

Interviewer: “Any message for your S/O back home?”

Zhongli: *hesitates, but thinks that you might watch this so answers* “I’ll be home soon. Take care of yourself for me while I’m away,” *gives a small smile and a wave*

#2 Diluc (Vice Captain/Wing Spiker/Defense Specialist)

Does not like personal questions. But will still answer them just so he doesn’t come off as too rude. 

He doesn’t want his team’s reputation to be tarnished because of him.

Gives straightforward answers. Doesn’t give any chance for reporters to brew up a rumor or gossip that would hurt his relationship with you.

Interviewer: “How are you and your S/O doing?”

Diluc: “Good, nothing to complain about. Everything’s perfectly great with Y/N,”

Interviewer: “I heard that your S/O has been supporting your volleyball career ever since high school. That’s a long time!”

Diluc: *smiles the slightest bit* “It is, isn’t it? It wasn’t an easy road...and I owe a lot to Y/N for staying through all of it,”

Interviewer: “What do you miss most about your S/O when you two are apart?”

Diluc: *thinks that it’s too personal of a question and isn’t related to volleyball at all, so he answers awkwardly* “Err... Well... Everything, really,”

Kaeya: “So, funny thing,” *all the cameras turn to him and Diluc kind of heaves a sigh of relief but he does that too early* “I share a room with my brother while we’re out here and he does these nightly calls with Y/N,”

Diluc: “Kaeya--”

Kaeya: “I can list aaaaallllll the things he misses about 'em cause he says it every damn night. I miss your smi--”

Diluc: *completely talks over Kaeya* “NEXT QUESTION!”

Interviewer: “Any message for your S/O back home?”

Diluc: *sort of bashful, small smile* “Thanks for everything.” *and just to spite Kaeya and make light of the situation earlier* “I’ll make sure Kaeya’s asleep before I call you tonight,”

#3 Kaeya (Middle Blocker)

Thriving during an interview.

Probably all the interviewer’s favourite cause he doesn’t have much of a filter yet manages to be charming all the same. 

Will show you off but not too much, just enough so that it isn’t too tacky.

Interviewer: “In the last interview you shared an interesting tidbit about your love life. You shared the story of how you met your S/O.”

Kaeya: “Oh you wanna hear that story again? Good story right? It was in high school! I was practicing my serves and accidentally hit the back of Y/N’s head. I walked ‘em to the clinic like the gentleman I was and it started from there,”

Interviewer: “So would you say that you made the first move?”

Kaeya: “No, Y/N was head over heels for me the moment I offered to walk them to the clinic! Totally their idea to get together,” *laughs* “I kid, I’ll admit I was the one smitten from the get go,” 

Interviewer: “Does having Y/N’s support change anything?”

Kaeya: *totally joking but not joking* “It does! I don’t say it often or too much cause I’m usually confident in myself but there’s always going to be a time where you don’t feel good enough, and it’s great to have someone there to say and shout *tries to imitate your voice* “Kaeya you’re the best!!!””

Interviewer: “Any message for your S/O back home?”

Kaeya: “Miss you snowflake! Keep cheering for me there, I promise my heart can hear you!” *winks*

#4 Albedo (Setter)

The quiet, thinks for too long type

Kind of blunt

Does not mind any question, he’s mostly just thinking too much about his answer and wants to give an accurate one.

Interviewer: “Did your S/O fly in to support you today?”

Albedo: “No, but they’ll fly in for the last game...We’ll spend a few days looking around here then fly back together...Thankfully the schedule allows for that,”

Interviewer: “What places do you plan to visit?”

Albedo: “...It wouldn’t be too smart of me to reveal that. If I tell you, then everyone will know where we’re going...”

Interviewer: “We heard that your jersey number has a significant meaning. Can you talk about that a little?”

Albedo: “...Oh, yes...back when we were in high school...#4 was Y/N’s class number. That’s all there is to it really...”

Interviewer: “Any message for your S/O back home?”

Albedo: “...Thanks for believing in me and for pushing me to try volleyball. I still think everything I have right now is because of you,”

#5 Tartaglia (Middle Blocker/Wing Spiker)

Thriving number 2

Loves interviews, so the interviewers love him too.

Tends to go off track and talks too much.

Interviewer: “Last time you went off on a tangent talking about your S/O’s cooking,”

Tartaglia: “Yeah! I can’t help it. Your food here is really great guys, but it’s just nothing compared to home food, you know? It’s been nearly a month of not having a home-cooked meal. You gotta understand!”

Interviewer: “If you could, would you fly home right now just to have some of your S/O’s food?”

Tartaglia: “Hell yeah! That’s not even a question! Course I would. Then I can get some much needed hugs and kisses too,”

Kaeya and Ayato at the same time:

Ayato: “Little too much information there,” 

Kaeya “TMI, TMI,”

Tartaglia: “Jealousssss?”

Interviewer: “If you could fly back now, but you could only get ONE thing from your S/O, would it be a home-cooked meal or a hug?”

Tartaglia: “Oh man, why d’you have to do this?” *seriously thinks about it* “Oh gosh, I’ll definitely go for a hug though. Hugs are more important than food,”

Kaeya: “On which planet?”

Interviewer: “Any message for your S/O back home?”

Tartaglia: “Hey you! Can’t wait to be back home! Need my hugs ASAP!”

#6 Kazuha (Decoy/Middle Blocker/Wing Spiker)

Polite, quiet but will decline to answer if it goes over his personal threshold.

Still very polite though

Interviewer: “So you and S/O were childhood friends?”

Kazuha: “We were indeed.” *laughs at the memories* “I’ve known Y/N for a long time. Our parents were acquainted with each other,”

Interviewer: “What made you guys cross over to a relationship, after being friends for so long?”

Kazuha: “Mm, that’s a good question...I find that I don’t quite know the answer myself, sometimes. But ultimately it’s because I’d rather not see Y/N with someone else. I suppose that’s how I knew my feelings was past friendship,”

Interviewer: “Did S/O play a significant part in your volleyball career?”

Kazuha: “Absolutely. Training takes up a lot of time. I’m lucky that Y/N understands that, and I’m slightly apologetic because of that too.”

Interviewer: “Any message for your S/O back home?”

Kazuha: “Thank you for being my pillar. I really am fortunate that it’s you by my side,”

#7 Xiao (Libero)

Tries really hard to answer but is the type to stutter over his words out of nervousness. Probably just not used to the media yet. 

The type to practice interview questions with Tartaglia and Kaeya (the two are really just giving him a hard time, but Xiao thinks that’s great practice)

Interviewer: “Your S/O posted on their social media today about supporting you and it was a photo of you during your high school libero days! *shows the picture*”

*Everyone in the team shares a smile knowing that Xiao will be flustered*

Xiao: “O-Oh, uh... Hm, that’s a really old picture... What were they thinking posting that...? I-I mean! Y/N...has always been supportive!”

Interviewer: “High school was a really long time ago, any secret to keeping the romance alive?”

Xiao: *thinks why in the hell are these kinds of questions asked in press conferences about volleyball????*

Xiao: “Just...be yourself. I guess. Or at least be with someone who doesn’t mind and understands all of you... The good and the bad...” *gets too engrossed in his feelings*

Tartaglia: “Aweeee our little Xiao’s all grown up,”

Kaeya: “He used to be a real bumbling fool in high school. Took him forever to ask Y/N out,”

Xiao: *threatening glare* “You guys...”

Zhongli: “He’s grown a lot,”

Xiao: “Captain, you too?!”

Interviewer: “When you say the good and the bad... Do you mean that S/O has seen the bad sides of you? What do you think are the “bad sides”?”

Xiao: “Of course...! What are the bad sides...?” *hesitates to answer*

Kaeya: “Stubborn,”

Tartaglia: “Too hardworking,”

Thoma: “Blames himself too much for a bad play,”

Ayato: “Tsunde--”

Xiao: “Three examples is enough!!”

Interviewer: “Any message for your S/O back home?”

Xiao: *thinks for a moment* “Thank you... I don’t have to say much right? Cause I know you know what I mean already,” *small smile*

#8 Thoma (Pinch Server/Middle Blocker)

Polite number 2

Super pleasant and wholesome answers. 

The type to never take all the credit for himself and will tell reporters that “It’s all thanks to my team,”

Interviewer: “You’re voted as “best husband material” on the poll today. Any words about that?”

Thoma: “Oh really? *laughs* It’s an honour! Well, I suppose I do like to take care of the house chores. I feel really sorry Y/N has to handle everything on their own right now,”

Interviewer: “Do you think you’re the better cook or your S/O?”

Thoma: “Gosh that’s a tough one! *waves at camera* Sorry honey, I’m gunna have to take this one. *laughs* You are better at organizing things though!”

Interviewer: “The team voted that you’re “most likely to be married first”. Any plans?”

Thoma: “Oh wow! And I thought the previous question was hard! Haha! Ah well... it’s no secret. Y/N knows that I cherish my relationship with them. We’ve casually talked about it for a bit, but we aren’t in a hurry at the moment. Just having each other is a real blessing already,”

Interviewer: “Any message for your S/O back home?”

Thoma: “Hey sweetie! I love you, be back soon!”

#9 Ayato (Middle Blocker/Wing Spiker)

Is he the interviewee or the interviewer? Sometimes you can’t really tell.

Is great at explaining himself but doesn’t actually like interviews.

Reporters try not to cross him cause he’s known to bite back if the question is about a rumor/gossip that isn’t true.

Interviewer: “We heard that you met your S/O in your last year of high school. Did you only notice each other in your senior year?”

Ayato: *chuckles* “Not exactly. I was a transfer student. Y/N was tasked to make sure my transition into the new school was seamless. They did a great job, so great, that I couldn’t let them slip away,”

Interviewer: “Your sister and your S/O are quite close to each other, your S/O even used a picture of the two of them as their profile picture instead of a picture with you. Are you ok with that?”

Ayato: “Why wouldn’t I be?” *half-grin, half-smile* I rest easy knowing that the two of them get along well. Y/N will be a constant part of my life, after all, and they treat my sister just as their own sibling,”

Interviewer: “Does your S/O play a big part in your volleyball career?”

Ayato: “Y/N is part of the reason I’m able to enjoy volleyball as a professional player. There were certain situations which made it difficult for me to go into professional volleyball, but Y/N managed to push me through it,”

Interviewer: “Any message for your S/O back home?”

Ayato: “I’m certain that being without me is starting to be unbearable, hm? Not to worry, I promise I’ll be back soon,”

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