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hai hai, im mori! i like music, gaming, drawing and writing in my free time. hope you find something you like on my blog !

requests? - yes i take requests and i'd appreciate it if you'd submit one ! i can write for genshin impact, obey me!, the arcana and more. currently haven't written for some but i can make it work ! i can make imagines and headcanons with a maximum of 5 characters (more if i feel like it hehe) ! i am a(n) sfw blog so i will NOT accept requests that have HEAVILY suggestive content.

english is not my first language so i apologize for future errors and typos. thank you !

[prettygaefae]

I love hearing everyone’s reasons for getting into Hades and they’re so cute like “Oh I heard it was about Greek mythology and that’s why I started playing the game” or “I like rogue-likes!” or “I have a deep hatred for my father and this is therapy.” Me? I wanted God of War simply because Hozier was featured in the end credits song Blood Upon the Snow and like any other lesbian I have a huge attachment to that man but it was fucking $80 USD and despite it being around Christmas, I did not have that type of money (I also needed to pay for school) so I went “fuck it” and had heard of Hades from reading Achilles and Patroclus fanfics so I thought “Sure why not?!” Download the game, booted it up, hit play, died within seconds and then became enamored with an immortal 20-something chaos bi with daddy issues and have not shut up since.

[mmmooorriii]

this is kind of exactly how it happened about 3 years ago

[mmmooorriii]

URGENT HELP SAVE THE LIFE OF MY CHILD.

Dear humanity,

Please Help Me – My Son May Die at Any Moment.

I'm Amal, a mother of three children, living under the weight of the genocide taking place in Gaza. 🍉

Here’s my story, and I’m reaching out with a hopeful heart 💔✨, hoping someone will feel what my family and I are going through.

My son is suffering from a severe and life-threatening injury after being shot by Israeli drones. He urgently needs medical treatment outside Gaza.

Time is running out, and we are facing a critical situation. I am asking for your generosity to help us save him either through a donation or by sharing this urgent plea with others

I beg you, i kiss your feet, to help my son. My son may die at any moment.

I lost most of my family. I'm afraid to lose my son too 🥺

Mohammed deserves to live a happy and healthy life, just like every other child on this earth.

So I humbly ask you to donate even a little or at least reblog this appeal.

Please Donate now:👇

https://www.gofundme.com/f/join-us-in-our-struggle-save-our-family-from-war-in-gaza

Hi guys! I haven't posted in a while but it would mean a LOT to them for a donation or even a simple reblog to spread the word. Thank you so much, and take care to everyone out there. ❤️🇵🇸🍉🍉

[mmmooorriii]

HEYA SWEEEETTHEART!

Needa request? Here I spawned

Thinking of lyney x reader just like ...comfort hcs or general relationship hcs

Anyways, don't forget to eat and drink, mwaaah (⁠*⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠)⁠/⁠～⁠♡

what it's like to be in a relationship with lyney. [genshin impact]

! lyney is a charming young man, he's confident, witty, and a total romantic.

he loves to tease you, to see your cheeks tinge pink as he wraps his arms around your waist from behind, resting his head on your shoulder as he inhales your scent, his breath tickling your neck and making the hairs on your nape rise.

he'd smirk at your reaction, hugging you tighter before pressing his lips where your neck met your jaw. you'd squirm at the sensation and he'd laugh, letting go of your waist to grab your shoulders, spinning you around before kissing the corner of your lips.

you'd whine, pouting at him for teasing you. he would stick out his tongue and wink, kissing you properly on your pouty lips this time.

! lyney would confide in you about his problems and concerns. although, you'd sometimes have to pry it out of him.

he'd be tight-lipped around you, refusing to burden you with his issues. if you try to approach him when you know he's troubled he'd look the other direction and push you away, knowing he'll give up and tell you.

you'd get upset, confronting him about it and asking him if he didn't trust you enough. his face would pale and he'd reassure you that he trusted you, and that he loved you, he'd tell you that he just doesn't want you to worry about him.

you'd tell him being in a relationship is a joint effort, that his burdens are also yours to bear and vice versa. he'd cave in and hug you, the confident walls he's been putting up, faltering beneath your touch as he savors the solace he's been craving for so long.

! lyney who's so in love with you it's so painfully evident on his face.

"the spark in his eyes whenever he talks about you is, different. it's vibrant, sparkling, and he's really... happy." lynette would tell you as you wait for lyney. she'd look at you, with hopeful eyes and a thankful smile.

"we've only had each other, but now, he has you." she'd say right before lyney would burst through the doors, a beautiful bouquet of rainbow roses present in his hold.

he'd reach his gloved hand towards you and you'd give him yours, he'd place a chaste kiss on your knuckles and hand you the bouquet. you'd blush and hide behind the bouquet, he'd smile up at you, his arm snaking around your waist.

he'd wave goodbye to his sister, who'd wave back and watch you two walk together through the streets.

you'd realize lynette was right when you stare at lyney's face as he tells you about his day. the light blush on his cheeks, the unending smile on his face, the softness in his voice. his blown out pupils and purple irises that sparkle and shine under the soft sunlight.

you'd realize, yeah, he was lovesick.

the tantilizing way his skin would glow under the golden rays of the sun,

and you knew that you were so sick in love with him too.

a/n: hi again, mori here. i COMPLETELY i mean COMPLETELY forgot about this fic 😭 i think its been 10 months... IM SO SORRY ive been so busy and stuff, but hopefully this makes up for it 😼😼

[zephyrchama]

Falling asleep in one of the House of Lamentation's common rooms can be a gamble. At best, somebody kindly carries you back to your room and tucks you in. Or maybe they leave you where you were, but drape a jacket or blanket over you.

Sometimes they go overboard, and you wake up with too many blankets. It's sweltering hot and excessively heavy. You thought the brothers were just being supportive in a weird way until Mammon accidentally revealed everyone is trying to break the record of 23 blankets and three duvets.

Sometimes you wake up with a full manicure and facial in progress. Asmo likes the practice.

Sometimes you wake up wearing Lucifer's reading glasses or Mammon's sunglasses. The Anti-Lucifer League must have thought you make a good hiding spot.

Sometimes you wake up with fresh food next to you. Particularly if you fell asleep near mealtime. The strong smell of Devildom cuisine rouses you awake, and you catch Beel trying to tip-toe away.

Sometimes you find... offerings. Bottled tea, or sticker sheets, or a coin placed on your cheek. Levi started taking pictures and in thanks decided to make a shrine dedicated to his idol (you).

Sometimes they draw on your face. The first person to do so will leave a marker for anyone else who happens to feel creative. You've woken up with whiskers, a mustache, fake eyes drawn over your eyelids, money signs drawn on your eyelids, swirls and hearts, a goatee, a big unibrow, and you're pretty sure the twins are the culprits behind a game of tic-tac-toe.

Sometimes you get notes. Simple reminders, or a notice that Lucifer's left the house so please make sure to check that everyone's behaving when you wake up. Occasionally you wake up completely covered in post-its with silly messages.

Sometimes you get kisses. They leave no trace, unless their sender gets carried away and sticks around.

[mmmooorriii]

very cute

[mmmooorriii]

blue [aether, genshin impact]

"hey, could you tell me what the sky looks like?"

you had asked, the air around you softly whispering against your ears and tousling your hair. you patted the space beside you softly, searching for the warm touch you so badly craved.

aether exhaled through his nose and looked at you, your eyes blankly focused on the distant horizon.

"it is vast," he says gently, "it can be calm, it may be violent, it is everchanging." aether reaches for your hand, your shoulders tensing a bit before they relaxed. he laced his fingers with yours, his eyes gazing at the space above as he rakes his brain for words.

you hummed, squeezing his hand, urging him to go on. he glances at you quickly, licking his lips before he continued.

"It stretches farther than anyone can reach, farther than even celestia itself." he explains, and you laugh quietly.

"that far?" you grinned, aether watched your lips curl up and his did too, unconsciously.

he nodded slightly, freezing a little before clearing his throat. "yep, that far."

"i heard sunsets were a spectacle, what about those? what do they look like?" you tilted your head to the side, closing your eyes, the breeze calmly caressing your features.

"they're magnificent." he whispers, "the sun sinks down to kiss the horizon, making the prettiest colors before the cool darkness hugs the sky tightly."

you squeeze his hand again, biting the inside of your cheek as you fluttered your eyes open.

"sounds beautiful." you croaked, a melancholic atmosphere coating you both as you hesitantly dropped your head on his shoulder.

aether looked at you, his eyes appreaciating your features, from your eyes to your nose to your lips.

"yeah, so beautiful." he said silently, resting his head against yours.

a/n: aaa i ws sorta leaning into blind reader... uhm an idea js popped up and i dont know if i executed it correctly, please let me know if you have concerns! id rly appreciate it ☝️😔 - mori 🦅

[mmmooorriii]

present [wriothesley, genshin impact]

the day turned into night in a blink of an eye, you huffed as you stepped out of the steambird headquarters, stretching your joints after a long day of sitting down and having to deal with various problems.

you squinted your eyes as you observed the streets, it was partially quiet, since it was already night and all you wanted to do was go home, lie down and sleep.

but something was bothering you, it felt like something slipped your mind. you thought and thought, thinking about what you may have missed. was it possibly a grammatical error you forgot to correct while editing the papers? was it the wrong illustrations you put on the articles? did you forget your keys in the office?

oh, no they're right there, in your pocket.

you sighed, clutching your keys near your chest as you puffed out air. your mind eased a little bit, but the bad feeling came back and it was making you a little uncomfortable.

"think, think, think." you muttered to yourself as you walked, rubbing your temples while your keys jiggled in your hands. hmm, let's see...

newspapers, articles, editing, house, home...

you gasped, it was as if a lightbulb had appeared over your head and lit up. without missing a beat, you skipped through the streets and found yourself in front of your house in no time. clumsily juggling with the keys and fiddling with the lock, you opened the door and made your way in.

"wriothesley!" you yelled, shrugging off your coat and draping it over the couch. you scanned the living room, then the kitchen, your shared bedroom, and then his office. you huffed, he was nowhere to be found. you figured he was back at the fortress of meropide, gone before you even said goodbye.

you shuffled backwards, your legs hitting the plush seat of the couch, catching you as you fell on your back and slouched against the cushions.

defeated, you closed your eyes and sighed. it was his birthday and you can't believe you forgot about it.

just as you were about to melt into a miserable puddle of shame and sadness, your heard the front door shuffle open.

"you left your keys in the lock, that's pretty unsafe, y'know." wriothesley entered with a grunt, shouldering the door close as he twirled your key ring in his fingers.

you perked up immediately, a grin washing over your features as you rushed to him, almost tripping over the coffee table.

"happy birthday." you greeted as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. wriothesley made sound of surprise as your lips hit his with a soft thump. nevertheless, he reciprocated, smiling as his right hand cupped your cheek, his other wrapping around your waist to pull you in closer to his body.

"what's up?" he whispered as you broke the kiss, leaning his forehead on yours while his calloused thumb swiped your lips carefully.

"i thought you went back to the fortress... and i forgot about your birthday, im sorry. im such a horrible partner, i dont even have a gift for you." you sighed, closing your eyes, absentmindedly tousling the hair on his nape.

wriothesley exhaled a low laugh, his hand tilting your chin upwards so he can look at you.

"your presence is gift enough." he says, pecking your nose. your cheeks flush at his statement, eyes fluttering open to stare at his pale blue ones. he smiled at you, pulling you in for a warm hug.

you laughed, wrapping your arms around him to return the gesture.

a/n: blurb blurb belated birthday blurb ☝️😢 forgot to post... hope u enjoyed - mori 🤓

[mimi-cee-genshin]

Old words unspoken ‘til now: Neuvillette; heartwarming, spoilers from his story quest, 0.7k

Imagine you were a history and literature enthusiast in the world of Teyvat. You collected books -old books- and you tremendously enjoyed the archaic language written between the dusty covers. The terms used, the odd sentence structure as well as the punctuation were all hindrances to the common person. With phrases slightly off-putting to the contemporary palate, one could hardly persevere through a single page.

Yet you, on the other hand, would read these books aloud with flair and drama, causing strangers to raise a brow and your closest friends to share a knowing smirk. As you walked along by Palais Mermonia, quick on your feet to run a commission, you heard a word you'd only read in the book located on the third shelf away from your fireplace.

The word? An insult. The equivalent of calling a person a buffoon.

Of course the one receiving the insult was oblivious to the fact that he was indeed insulted, as if it never occurred to him that it could be anything but a compliment. But as you listened to him wail and complain about how a certain Melusine failed to meet his petty expectations, you understood the drama that had reached your attentive ears.

The great Monsieur Neuvillette was understandably upset.

You had never forgotten the spectacle. You tucked it into a corner of your memory, next to the lines of an obscure but cherished theatre script written centuries ago. The single word brought you back to a different world that separated you not by space but by time. Old Fontaine, with all its flaws, also contained stories of bravery and love in its pages.

Then when you happened on a rare chance to greet Monsieur Neuvillette himself in person, you seized the opportunity for an experiment. A harmless one of course.

You quoted a line from your favorite play.

It was a typical form of greeting when directed to a respectful gentleman such as him. But the archaic saying revealed a brief shock in Neuvillette's eyes, just as he received the completed commission from you. He continued on with business as usual, not thinking much of your words. Yet when another sentence flowed out of your mouth, he could no longer ignore his heart. His smile could hardly be contained at hearing the equivalent of his mother tongue, the mode of words when he first lived among humans. Your intonations brought him back to his early days with Vautrin and Carole, of small gatherings and outings with those he cherished. A warm soupy aroma had wafted from the kitchen of Vautrin's mother and young children had giggled with the handful of Melusines he first brought over.

And without knowing, Neuvillette replied you. He replied in that old Teyvat language, with idioms and speech patterns he scarcely spoke ‘til now.

Your eyes grew wide, and then were replaced by an even wider grin. With glee, you spoke to him the language you only read from books, almost a little bashful from the excitement in your own voice.

He asked where you learned to speak that way and you spilled out your vast knowledge of centuries old literature, those cherished tales of characters you loved. In turn, he gave you insights into the settings and culture at the time for each of the stories you shared. And mid conversation, you couldn't help but feel the urge to write them all down.

As the people walked by you outside the Palais Mermonia, you continued to speak in a way that was unknown to the expanse of the current human world. It was awkward at first for Neuvillette, not having conversed this way in so long. But the more he spoke, the more natural it felt, and the words and phrases on his tongue made themselves home in him once again. The place in his heart that was long forgotten was brought to the surface for him to enjoy once again. It was a marvel to behold how a mere few phrases had uncovered this abandoned treasure.

So when the day was done, and the hours had passed from the moment you'd shared your good-byes, Neuvillette once again reflected on his former years. They were painful memories, but there was great joy in them as well. And you had just gifted him with a warm experience he couldn't have foreseen. An encounter that led out a forgotten part of his being.

A place he called home.

Thanks for reading! This was pretty different from my usual writing style and format, but I hope you enjoyed it.

[mmmooorriii]

amazing 😢😢😢

[yuellii]

𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒; if you could just say them, she thinks she may lose herself in the blinding eclipse of the moon.

Whether or not you intended to instill these emotions in her heart, you’ve done so at a moment right as she’s found herself in the spotlight again. But when you stand there, bouquet of roses in your arms that were tied and arranged just for her, she can’t help the familiar sense of aching longing that chained her down for five hundred years.

“I love your voice,” you tell her kindly, and she freezes in her stance when the first three words run from your mouth. There is an unwelcome disappointment that settles in her chest once the rest of your sentence registers, and she can’t help but feel disgusted in herself, as if she’s exploiting your kindness towards her. It’s in such light she feels like the most terrible friend in the world, one who still craved for more even after you did the the nicest for her: from giving flowers after her shows, to complimenting her more genuinely than anyone has before.

“Thank you.” Perhaps it wasn’t fair to you—the small, forced smile she attempted to give. She was more than sure you could see the drought in her eyes, a stifled sadness that ringed her irises like the surface of the ocean. So long did the waters crave the reflection of the moon; And, so long did her heart crave the sound of merely three words once spoken upon your lips.

But her heart stops when you lean in to gift her the flowers, eyelashes fluttering shut as she feels a fleeting kiss to the skin of her cheek. And that’s when she nearly crumbles from her knees, body leaning forward so instinctively to chase you as you lean away. There’s a smile in your eyes that leaves her starstruck whilst you bid your farewells—and the stammers of her heart almost curse you for leaving her like this.

She couldn’t control the squeal-turned-into-a-yell that left her throat once you shut the door.

y’all can yew hear that it’s the sound of my brainrot yelling “BRR ELY YOURE INSANE STOP THINKING AB FURINA”

[mmmooorriii]

painted love [kaveh, genshin impact]

kaveh hated drawing people, he would rather sketch and conceptualize new ideas for his clients than paint a face, yet he doesn't think its excruciating when it's you.

he would observe you, staring at you for extended periods of time. even if you noticed him, he wouldn't stop. even if you shoved him away playfully and tease him, he would hold you in his arms and delicately hold your face, admiring your beauty.

the way your lips curled, how your eyelashes brushed your cheeks when you blinked, every blemish and unnoticable freckles tattered on your face. the light blush on your cheeks, your eyes and how they shone like the starry sky, the lines that formed on your face from smiling and frowning.

he would stroke your nose, caress your cheeks, and kiss your features with extreme care, fearing you'd shatter under his touch.

capturing your perfection on a blank canvas was his favourite thing to do. he painted, and he sketched, and he drew, using his art to express how much he loved you in a way words couldn't.

he was the artist, and you were his muse, he wouldn't want it any other way.

a/n: i was in art history and i started thinking ab him lmaooo he's my bbg 😘😘 - mori :D

[mmmooorriii]

sweet flowers [tighnari, genshin impact]

"why is it that every encounter i have with you turns to me having to save your head?" tighnari sighs, shaking his head. you smiled at him sheepishly, hiding the flowers you foraged behind your back.

"im sorry mr. forest rang-"

"tighnari."

"... mr. tighnari sir. i was just gathering some flowers, you see." you show him what you've gathered with a smile. he sighs, pushing his bangs away from his face while his ears twitched. tighnari reached out to grab the flowers from your hand, murmuring something while he fiddled with them in his hand.

"why do you need these?" he asked, meeting your eyes. "it's really not worth the effort, y'know. they're common flowers." he grunted, handing them back to you.

a small smile made it's way to your face, your cheeks blushing pink. "because i know you'll show up whenever im in these forests." you explained, scratching the back of your head. your eyes turning into slits as you grinned at him, feeling a bit silly now that you've said it out loud.

tighnari stood flabbergasted, his tail swished as he blushed. he watched you look away, a bit embarrassed before he rubbed his nape, cheeks turning red.

"that's not- i..." he trailed off, clearing his throat. "there are safer areas to forage in near gandharva ville... i can accompany you, y'know, so you're safe." he offered quietly, glancing at you subtly and searching your features for approval.

your eyes widened a bit, looking back at him and nodding slowly. "yea, that'd be nice." you exhaled a breathy laugh, looking at the ground.

"and there's other ways to contact me other than putting your life on the line all the time." he said, half-teasing, half-stern.

you laughed again, seeing his tail swish behind him calmly.

"yeah, I'll keep that in mind." you bit your lip suppressing the grin that tried to creep up.

[mmmooorriii]

on my nerves [kaeya, genshin impact]

enchanting, you were. always the talk of the town, the one who dazzled under the sun. no matter what you do, it was graceful. whether it be as simple as shopping in the markets, or whether it be tearing down opponents triple your size, in everything you do, you shone.

that's what made dear, captain kaeya despise you. you were always so elegant, it displeases him.

"i, myself, cannot fathom how arrogant they are." he would say to a nearby knight as you walked through the halls of the headquarters, chin up and posture straight. ignoring the overt stink eye captain kaeya would give you. you never knew why he had disliked you, for it is proper that anyone shall do what they do while looking their best. he probably does not care for how his clothes are fashioned—judging by the horrendous fur piece sat atop his shoulders, he really must not care.

the quiet—on your half atleast—arguments that happen between the both of you is considered quite humorous by the other knights. the scowls you both share and the silent competitions that occur whenever on field, your colleagues find it extremely amusing.

captain kaeya and you, both, do not feel the same, however.

you have endured every tease, every comment, every rock or stick thrown at your way, you had put up with grace, and patience. you resisted, and calmed yourself multiple times, resisting the urge to just slice the poor captain down in half. albeit all the urges, you held and kept to yourself. up until now.

you had just finished your field work and was fatigued from the lack of help, due to the uprising numbers of hilichurls and treasure hoarders that the knights have been trying to get rid of.

kaeya spotted you holding onto the walls of the hall, a smirk finding its way to his face. "lazing about? that's quite unprofessional of you." he laughed mockingly, standing infront of you with his arms crossed.

you didn't know what happened but something snapped within you, a fire igniting as it was doused with the fuel you've been storing somewhere. without missing a beat, your palm met his cheek, slapping the smug grin off his face.

"i have been working all day, fighting hoardes alone, without relief or back-up. you have no right to say that to me while you sit in the confines of your office. i will not sit back and let you disrespect me anymore, sir kaeya."

kaeya scoffed, half shocked, half pained. his hand reached to rub his jaw, mouth agape.

"who knew you had it in you?" he squinted, an amused smile evident on his lips. you almost rolled your eyes, standing upright and smoothing down your clothes.

"ive always had it in me, you just irk me." you say, turning around to walk away. heart pounding in your chest as you balled your fists beside you, leaving a bewildered kaeya behind you.

he must admit, he liked the way you treated him just now. pink tinged his cheeks as he hid a smile behind his gloved hand.

a/n: *cough* masochist kaeya *cough* anwww... its been too long (A LITERAL YEAR AND EIGHT MONTHS) since i last wrote uhm... but im back! i guess 😭 love y'all! - mori :*

[turtlequeen]

more ss scrawl pile

[mmmooorriii]

obey me masterlist

satan

cat café fails.

[mmmooorriii]

genshin impact masterlist

jean

- bloom.

kaeya

- on my nerves

kaveh

- painted love.

tartaglia

- placing bets.

tighnari

- sweet flowers.

sucrose

- what its like to be in a relationship with sucrose.

wriothesley

-present.

[mmmooorriii]

bloom [jean, genshin impact]

ever since you were little, diluc and jean were already by your side, they were with you through thick and thin, and so were you for them. eventually as time passed on, you three got busy with your current lives, with jean becoming a knight of favonius and diluc inheriting his father's winery.

life has been rough, it had its ups and downs but you always swore to catch up with either one of them if you had the time, even if things between the two were a little bit awkward—considering the hatred diluc has been carrying against the knights— he learned how to keep things professional for your sake, after all you three were friends, and he wouldn't want that to disappear too.

"do you ever wish for something to change?" you asked jean as she sipped on her tea, eyeing her as her grip tightened around the cup. "no, i don't really wish for anything to change." she said reluctantly, staring at the mild liquid swirling in her teacup. "what about you, (name)?" she questioned you back, sipping her drink.

you swallowed, "i want to change my fate, i want the archons to take my vision back." you stated as you gripped your vision, the stone sparkling in your grasp. jean frowned, she knew you better than anyone, even better than diluc whom you'd considered to be the one who kept your heart in a jar.

her eyes narrowed at the thought, why was diluc the one you trusted most? what about her? she was there too, most of the time she felt like a bystander watching you both blossom into beautiful flowers. she was jealous, but she kept it to herself. after all, fighting over you wasnt worth the end of your friendship.

"i have to go, ill catch up with you later, ok?" jean sighed, fixing her collar as she stood up, ready to leave. you laughed softly, "duty calls?" you asked resting your chin on your palm. jean smiled, softly nodding her head as she turned towards the door. "duty calls." she muttered under her breath as she left the room.

the week was rough and jean, surprisingly, wanted to have a drink at the tavern tonight, momentarily leaving her knightly duties to relax and take a break. when she opened the door she was greeted by the sight of you beside diluc, serving drinks and chatting about. she was stunned to see you behind the counter, bartending with diluc, oh diluc.

"jean! what a rare sight to see." you called out, pulling her out of her trance. "you seem disturbed." diluc quietly proclaimed as he wiped the cups dry. you looked at her, pursing your lips with worry as she reassured you she was fine.

she got herself a drink and headed upstairs to the balcony, jean thought that getting a drink would let her mind get off of work and rest but no. she kept overthinking, seeing you and diluc so close together made her heart ache, she didnt know why, she didnt know if she liked you or just wanted your attention only to herself. she groaned as she took a large gulp of her drink, setting the glass down on the table with a clunk.

"jean, are you alright?" startled by your voice, jean shot up, almost knocking the glass off the table. "yea, no. im fine, why are you here (name)?" she asked, her thoughts blurry from the alcohol. "i wanted to check up on you because you looked like you were distraught or something." you laughed nervously, smoothing down your shirt with your palms.

"actually, i have a question. do you like diluc?" jean slurred, her eyebrow raising as she crossed her arms and stared at you. "yes, of course i do." you answered, confused. jean sighed as she took your hands in hers and squeezed them.

"i dont want you to date him, i dont want you to date diluc ragnvindr." she murmured softly, carresing your hands with delicate care. you were amazed, this was a side of jean you haven't seen yet. she was vurnerable and open, unlike how reserved and professional she usually is.

"why, do you like him? that diluc guy? hm?" you teased, nudging her with your shoulder. she looked at you firmly, her eyes deadset on yours and her gaze felt heavy, she was serious.

"no. i like you, douche. i dont care about diluc right now, i care about you. i think about you all the time it makes me go crazy, and whenever i see you with him i feel so jealous. its like, im in love with you or something." jean rambled, her grip tightening around your hands. "ill keep your heart close to mine, i dont care if he has yours in a jar. ill give you what you want, im tired of just watching from the side. damn it (name), i like you." jean heaved a sigh, letting go of your hands to pinch her nose bridge.

"im sorry, im.. not in the right mind. im sorry for bursting out like that im sorry, i—" she stopped as she felt your warmth against her, her eyes widened. you were hugging her, tight.

"(name)?" she asked in a hushed manner.

"i think i like you too." you quietly muttered.

jean wasn't a bystander anymore, she was now the flower who had bloomed and blossomed with you into something wonderful. perhaps your wish did come true, your fate changed and it led you to jean, your darling.

a/n: hi hi, its mori ! i couldnt think of things to write since my life is draining me, but i hope you enjoyed this one bababbaab spent a whole lot of brain juice on it. thank u !! <3

[sxupade]

me: i dont have a type

also me: *simp*