hi! i’m chloé, 26, based in the CET timezone, and i’m currently looking for some new people to write and plot with on discord! ♡
a few things about me first: i’m 26, so all partners must be 21+. i work full-time, which means my activity can fluctuate depending on real life, but i usually manage to find a little time every day to write. if life gets busy and i need to disappear for a bit, i’ll always let you know rather than leaving you wondering where i went.
what i’m looking for:
♡ BTS roleplay
♡ doubles are absolutely welcome
♡ OCs are absolutely welcome
♡ fully original plots are welcome too — in those cases, i’d simply use a Korean FC and make a Korean character
♡ romance is a must for me
♡ angst and darker themes are very much my weakness
when it comes to plots and characters, creativity is probably the biggest thing i’m looking for. i love characters who feel like actual people, with flaws, complicated emotions, messy relationships and room to grow. if a character/story is a pure Mary Sue with no real flaws or conflict, we probably won’t be the best match — i want something we can actually sink our teeth into and have fun developing together.
i’m also a big believer in communication. life happens, motivation disappears, and sometimes a plot just isn’t working anymore — that’s completely okay! i’d much rather you tell me than quietly ghost me. i’ll always try to offer the same courtesy in return.
as for the themes, romance will always be somewhere in the mix, but i’m especially drawn to angst, complicated dynamics, emotional turmoil and darker themes. exactly how far we take those things is something i’d want to discuss together and make sure we’re both comfortable with.
if any of this sounds like your kind of thing, please feel free to reach out! ♡
you can:
→ add me on Discord: baby_chloe
→ comment here
→ or send me a message
i’d love to meet some new writers, brainstorm ridiculous plot ideas, and hopefully find a few long-term RP partners along the way. ♡
The old boxing gym still smells faintly of leather gloves and disinfectant, despite tonight's charity event replacing sparring sessions with autograph tables and photo booths. You duck into the equipment room to escape the noise, searching for a roll of athletic tape that one of the volunteers swears is hidden somewhere among the shelves.
Another volunteer follows you in, balancing a stack of folded t-shirts. "They're all nice for the cameras," he complains. "Especially that Jungkook guy. I bet he switches it off the second everyone's gone."
"What makes you think that?" you ask, mildly irritably.
He shrugs, unfazed. "I don't know. People change when they get that famous."
You smile, though there's no humour in it. "Yeah, sometimes they do." He nods, expecting agreement. "But sometimes," you continue, your tone a little sharper, "People just get better at hiding how exhausted they are."
“He’s all muscle and empty gestures,” the man says with a frown. “You have seen him tonight, haven't you?"
"The whole event."
"So did I."
You place the tape on the shelf before turning to face him. "So did you notice how he stayed behind after every photo because he realised the photographers were rushing the kids?” you ask, “Or that he crouched down so the little ones wouldn't have to stand on tiptoes?” You tut abrasively, your entire being surging with a protective instinct. “He even remembered one boy's name after hearing it just once —is that what you’re calling empty?”
The man looks uncertain. "Well, maybe that's media training."
You shake your head gently. "No one trains you to notice when a shy child is about to walk away disappointed."
The room falls quiet around you, but you don’t notice. "He doesn't owe strangers perfection," you say softly. "He already gives away more of himself than most people ever could."
You leave with the tape tucked under your arm, leaving the man stunned into a thoughtful silence.
Behind the half-open storage door, another silence lingers. Jungkook has been there the entire time, searching for replacement gloves. He doesn't step out, he just lowers his eyes, his thumb rubbing absent-mindedly across the tape wrapped around his own knuckles.
An hour later, the crowd has thinned. You're helping stack folding chairs when someone silently lifts the heaviest pile from your arms. You look up and find yourself looking into the doe eyes of Jeon Jungkook.
"You don’t have to—" you begin.
"It’s okay, I want to," Jungkook says quietly.
The two of you carry the chairs side by side through the empty gym, neither speaking. "Can I ask you something?" he asks finally, almost in a casual manner although you detect the slightest hesitation in his tone.
"Sure."
He keeps his gaze ahead when he speaks. "Does it bother you when people say things about me like that?”
You look at him, realising that he must have heard the earlier exchange and your face flushes a little. “Yeah, it does,” you tell him honestly.
"Why did you answer?"
You think for a moment. "Because if nobody speaks up, unfair opinions become facts."
He stops walking, and you almost take another step before realising he isn't beside you anymore. When you turn, he's looking at you with an expression you've never seen directed your way, unguarded and almost disbelieving.
"I've met thousands of people," he says softly. "Most are kind to my face." His lips curve into the smallest smile. "You were kind when you thought I wasn't even in the building."
Your heart warms in your chest. "I meant what I said,” you tell him.
He chuckles bashfully, the sound low and deep as he regards you through lowered lashes. "I've been trying to work out why talking to you feels different." Your pulse begins to race as you wait for him to go on. "And I finally figured it out." He takes a slow step closer to you. "You see me when there's nothing to gain from it."
The gym has emptied completely now, the fluorescent lights humming overhead, the distant sound of someone locking the front doors echoing through the building. Jungkook’s eyes search yours, hesitant in a way that doesn't fit the confidence the world associates with him.
He smiles brightly enough to soften every trace of fatigue. "I'm really glad I heard what you said."
You smile back, trying to control your heartbeat which thuds behind your ribcage wildly.
Jungkook’s fingers graze yours as he reaches for another stack of chairs. Nobody pulls away, and he lets the backs of your hands rest together for a moment, his skin warm against yours in the most delicious way.
It's such a small touch that anyone else would miss it, but somehow, it says everything he isn't quite ready to put into words.
KIM TAEHYUNG/V ❤︎
The antique market only opens once a month, transforming an old tram depot into a maze of forgotten treasures. Typewriters with missing keys, vintage cameras lined up like patient storytellers and wooden crates overflowing with vinyl records whose sleeves have been softened by decades of careful hands.
You came looking for a birthday present for your father, but instead, you've spent twenty minutes debating whether an old brass compass still points north.
"It's funny." The woman browsing beside you lifts a weathered jazz record, turning it over with little interest as she addresses you. "Places like this are suddenly trendy because celebrities make them trendy."
You smile politely. "I suppose sometimes."
She nods towards another stall displaying antique cameras. "Take Kim Taehyung." You look up at the mention of his name. "Everything he posts feels so curated." She scoffs. "The antiques, the records, the visits to art galleries." She laughs lightly. "I guess he wants to sell us that he’s mysterious and artistic —different somehow. It’s a great image to sell."
You rest the compass back on the table, taking a deep breath. "I don't think it's an image."
She raises an eyebrow. "No?"
"No,” you repeat, firmer this time as you run your fingertips across the worn spine of an old photography book. "People performing for attention usually make themselves the centre of every story." The woman waits, eyeing you warily. "But whenever he talks about something he loves—" You smile to yourself. "He almost disappears."
She pulls a confused face. "What do you mean disappears?"
"He isn't asking people to admire him,” you explain, your eyes drifting towards a collection of faded landscape photographs hanging from a nearby beam. "He's asking them to notice the painting or record or photograph, even the tiny café tucked away on a side street that nobody has ever heard of —whatever it may be.”
The woman looks completely bewildered, but you don’t care as you chuckle quietly. "Half the time he forgets he's supposed to be the interesting thing in the frame."
The woman considers that. "I still think it's branding,” she insists.
"If it were branding, it would've changed years ago,” you tell her, your voice calm and certain. "Trends change."
"Algorithms change too."
"But genuine curiosity doesn't." You pick up the brass compass again, turning it slowly in your palm. "I think he's spent his whole life trying to show people the beauty they might have walked past."
“You think so?”
A small smile tugs at your lips. “I do,” you reply. "And somehow people still think he's only trying to show them himself."
For a moment, the woman says nothing and neither do you, but she looks even more lost than she did before. You sigh, placing the compass back where you found it and continue browsing. Some people just weren’t worth it.
Two aisles away, hidden behind towering shelves of vinyl records, Taehyung forgets the record in his hands. He'd only picked it up because the cover reminded him of a photograph he'd taken years ago. Now he can't remember what it looked like because all he can hear is your voice, defending him.
Nearly half an hour passes before you finally find the birthday present you were looking for. An elderly stall owner wraps the small ceramic keepsake carefully in layers of brown paper before tying it with faded twine. You thank him, loving that it feels so old school and personal in a way not many things do anymore. Slinging your tote bag over your shoulder, you start weaving towards the market exit.
"Excuse me!" calls an urgent voice behind you.
You turn to see the stall owner hurrying after you, slightly out of breath. "The gentleman who was here a few minutes ago asked me to give you this." He presses a small instant photograph into your hand.
You instantly stretch out your hand to give it back. "Oh no, I think he might have mistaken me for someone else."
The old man smiles knowingly. "No, I don't think he has."
Curiosity gets the better of you, and you look down. The photograph is of a worn, wooden chair tucked into the corner of the market, bathed in a shaft of late afternoon sunlight. The sort of scene hundreds of visitors had walked past today without a second glance. You turn the photograph over carefully and written on the back in neat handwriting is a single sentence.
Thank you for noticing the things other people don't.
There’s no name or signature, but the photograph makes you feel so warm and fuzzy inside. You slide it into your bag, deciding to keep it after all.
Across the road, someone is standing at the pedestrian crossing. A camera hangs around his neck, a brown paper bag from a nearby bakery rests in one hand as he crouches slightly, smiling at a little girl who's fascinated by the vintage lens he's showing her.
Your breath catches when you recognise Taehyung. The crossing signal changes and people begin streaming between you, briefly hiding him from view. Then he looks up and your eyes meet across the street. That familiar, boxy smile spreads slowly across his face. It isn’t the dazzling smile reserved for cameras, but the softer one that must belong to moments like this.
He doesn't wave and instead, he lifts his camera, as if asking for permission from you.
You laugh and point to yourself. Taehyung nods, his boyish excitement too irresistible to refuse so you shrug and smile. Why not?
The shutter clicks. He takes only one photograph of one ordinary afternoon —one moment that is already becoming a memory. When you finally reach the other side of the road, he's still there, exactly where he was, as though he'd already decided that however long it took you to cross would be worth waiting for.
For a heartbeat, neither of you says anything. The city moves around you in its usual rush, yet somehow the noise feels distant. "People photograph beautiful landmarks." His eyes never leave yours. "I like photographing the people who notice them."
You blush, unsure what to say. Taehyung glances towards your bag. "I was hoping you would keep it."
"The photograph?"
"Yeah,” he confirms. “I almost kept it myself."
"It’s beautiful, thank you.”
"I should thank you,” he says, pausing. His gaze lingers on yours, thoughtful and warm. "I've heard people call it a persona,” he tells you. "I stopped trying to explain it a long time ago."
The words leave you momentarily speechless. You hadn't defended an idol; you had simply spoken about someone you thought the world had misunderstood. Now, standing in front of you, Taehyung looks lighter somehow, as though you had simply returned something he hadn't realised he'd misplaced.
You feel your chest tighten. "I wasn't trying to defend a persona."
His voice is barely above a whisper. “You were defending me, the person, and it meant more than I can tell you. Thank you."
“It was nothing,” you say huskily.
Taehyung pulls the camera strap more comfortably over his shoulder, his smile turning innocently sweet. "Would you walk with me for a while?"
You nod, and together you leave the market without really deciding where you're going. The photograph he had given you rests safely inside your bag, and another one now lives inside his camera. Neither of you has looked at the picture yet, but it isn’t necessary.
Some moments don't become precious when they're developed, they become precious the instant someone truly sees you.
KIM SEOKJIN/JIN ❤︎
The production kitchen is louder than you'd expected. Somebody is testing portable gas burners for tomorrow's cooking shoot, assistants weave around each other efficiently carrying trays of ingredients, and somebody has managed to burn garlic badly enough that the whole room smells like smoke instead of dinner.
You stand near the sink filling a glass with water while one of the freelance stylists beside you sighs dramatically. "I don't get the obsession with him," she says in an almost bored tone as she peels off disposable gloves to reveal red cat claw nails. "He might be handsome, I’ll say that much, but people act as if he’s totally perfect. He's probably full of himself."
You don't even think before answering. "No, that’s not true."
She laughs, shooting you a look as if you were something she might find on the bottom of her shoe. "You know him?"
"I know him enough,” you reply, trying to ignore her obvious contempt as you rinse the glass slowly. "People mistake confidence for arrogance because he jokes about being handsome before anyone else can. It's easier to make yourself the punchline than wait for strangers to do it for you."
She looks at you as if you might have grown ten heads, but you continue quietly, already lost in your own thoughts. "He's the one making everyone laugh when schedules drag into three in the morning, checking whether the staff have eaten before he even worries about himself. He remembers names and notices when someone's uncomfortable."
The stylist shrugs. "It still feels calculated."
You shake your head vehemently, starting to feel annoyed with the woman’s audacity. "Not everything kind is a performance,” you retort sharply. But then you remember yourself, conjuring up his face in your mind, and your voice lightens. "Some people have jobs where millions of strangers think they know them. Imagine spending years having your personality reduced to headlines. If I were him, I'd probably hide behind jokes too."
A strange silence settles between you. You set the glass down quietly and leave before the conversation can become an argument.
You don’t notice the pantry door standing slightly open, where inside, Seokjin has been searching for a missing box of spices. He hasn't moved for almost a minute, staring at the floor, overwhelmed.
Later, when filming finally wraps, he catches up to you beside the catering table where everyone is stealing leftover desserts. Without saying a word, he presses the last chocolate ice cream into your hands. "I was saving this," he tells you gently.
You smile. "Then why give it to me?"
His eyes linger on yours, unusually shy beneath all that effortless charm. "Because—" he says, his smile becoming impossibly soft, "It's nice finding out someone sees the parts of you that you never had to explain."
For a beat neither of you reach for the ice cream, and instead his fingers remain gently wrapped around yours, neither of you in any hurry to let go.
MIN YOONGI/SUGA ❤︎
The piano restoration workshop occupies the back of an old theatre that's been closed for years.
Dust hangs in shafts of afternoon light as craftsmen coax life back into forgotten instruments, each room alive with hesitant scales and half-finished melodies. You've volunteered to catalogue the restored sheet music while technicians tune the grand pianos one by one.
Across the table, another volunteer carefully slides yellowed scores into archival sleeves. "I've never understood Yoongi."
You look up at her. "What about him?"
"He always looks so serious,” she states. "Honestly, he comes off as cold."
You smile, not because it's amusing, but because you've heard it before. "I don't think quiet and cold are the same thing."
She laughs lightly. "They kind of are."
You shake your head firmly. "No, they’re not.” Your fingers smooth a corner of fragile manuscript paper. "I think some people speak with words." You carefully stack another score. "And some people spend so much of their lives listening that silence becomes the place they're most honest."
The volunteer studies you. "So you think he's misunderstood?"
"I think he's expected to perform warmth in a way that makes other people comfortable." Your gaze drifts towards the old piano waiting to be tuned. "But kindness isn't measured by volume. Sometimes the person sitting beside you in complete silence is caring for you more deeply than the person making the most noise."
The room falls still. Just beyond the workshop door, Yoongi forgets why he had even come looking for a missing pencil. His hand remains on the doorknob as your words settle somewhere he rarely lets anyone reach.
By early evening, the final piano has been tuned. One by one, volunteers drift home until only a handful remain. You're returning a stack of sheet music to the library shelves when you hear quiet footsteps behind you.
"I owe you a thank you." Yoongi stands with his hands tucked into the pockets of his oversized jacket.
"You don't owe me anything."
"I heard what you said,” he says, his voice as calm as ever.
You give a small, embarrassed smile. "I see.”
He looks around the empty theatre. "For a long time—" He pauses, choosing his words with care. "I thought maybe I should learn to explain myself better."
Your brow furrows. "And now?"
He meets your eyes. "I think I'd rather spend time with people who don't need an explanation."
The simplicity of the sentence steals your breath. Without another word, he walks towards the grand piano in the centre of the room and sits, flexing his fingers before he begins to play a melody that fills the old theatre with something warm and impossibly gentle. You don't interrupt; you simply listen.
When the final note fades into the rafters, he closes the lid and exhales quietly. "I wrote that a while ago."
"It's beautiful."
He gives the smallest shake of his head. "I never finished it."
"It doesn't feel unfinished."
A faint smile appears. "Maybe." He looks at you for a long moment before speaking again. "Or maybe it was waiting."
He rises from the piano and joins you by the stage. Nobody talks, but the silence feels comfortable, asking for nothing. Then, unexpectedly, he offers you one earbud from the pocket of his jacket, and you take it. A soft instrumental track begins to play, shared between the two of you through a single connected wire.
And then you’re just two people walking slowly through an empty theatre, listening to the same piece of music. For everyone else, silence might look like distance, but for both of you, it had quietly become another way of holding hands.
PARK JIMIN ❤︎
The floral studio smells of eucalyptus and fresh roses. Tomorrow's charity gala has commissioned hundreds of centrepieces, and every workbench is crowded with ribbons, pruning shears and overflowing buckets of flowers waiting to be arranged.
You're trimming stems beside another volunteer when conversation drifts, as it often does, toward celebrities.
"That Jimin, he’s lovely, isn’t he?" She pauses. "Almost too lovely."
You raise an eyebrow. "Too lovely? How can anyone be too lovely?”
"I don't know." She shrugs as she wraps satin ribbon around a bouquet. "People who are affectionate with everyone always seem a bit calculated."
You carefully remove a bruised petal from a white peony. "I don't think kindness becomes less genuine because it's shared."
She looks at you. "You don't think he’s laying it on a bit thick?"
You raise an eyebrow. "No, I don’t. I think some people mistake emotional honesty for performance." The ribbon slips gently through your fingers. "I think he's the sort of person who notices when someone feels left out. That isn't attention-seeking, it's attention-giving." The woman falls silent and you continue almost absent-mindedly. "The world tells men they're supposed to ration tenderness. I hope he never listens."
Just beyond the refrigerated flower room, Jimin stands perfectly still, having stepped away to escape the cameras following the gala preparations, not expecting to hear someone defending the very thing he had spent years wondering whether people misunderstood.
Hours later, delivery vans have carried away the final arrangements. Only scattered petals remain on the studio floor, which you’re sweeping into a pile when someone quietly takes the broom from your hands.
"I'll help,” comes that unmistakeable voice. Jimin smiles shyly at you.
"Oh no, you don't have to,” you say hurriedly.
"I’d like to help,” he says, beginning to sweep away anyway.
For a while, all you hear is the soft whisper of petals gathering across the wooden floor. "I heard you earlier,” he says suddenly.
You close your eyes for the briefest moment. "I had a feeling."
He laughs softly. "I almost walked away, but I couldn’t.” He leans the broom against the wall.
"You said something that's been sitting in my head ever since."
You tilt your head, curiously regarding him.
“'Attention-giving,” he says, repeating the words carefully. "I've never heard anyone describe it like that."
You smile. "It just seemed true."
"It is." His voice catches slightly as he looks at the petals scattered around your feet. "When people care loudly, they're often told to quiet down. I've spent years wondering if I should."
Without thinking, you reach down and pick up one perfect blush-pink petal that escaped the broom and hold it out to him. "It fell off because the flower had already bloomed." Jimin accepts it gently. "Not because it was too much."
Then, with extraordinary care, he slips the petal into the inside pocket of his jacket as though it were something precious enough to keep, his eyes meeting yours. A bashful smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. "I think I'd like to know the person who notices things like that."
“I’d like that,” you say softly.
Outside, the evening air carries the scent of the flowers you had spent all day arranging. As you walk away together, the studio lights click off behind you. Some beautiful things aren't meant to last forever, but the way they are remembered might.
KIM NAMJOON/RM ❤︎
The annual book restoration workshop is being held in the basement of an old railway archive.
It’s a cavernous room filled with long tables, cracked leather bindings and volunteers wearing cotton gloves while patiently repairing books that haven't been opened in decades.
You're carefully brushing dust from the edge of a nineteenth-century atlas when the volunteer opposite you smiles. "I didn't expect him to know so much."
"Who?" you ask.
"Namjoon." He's referring to the short visit BTS made earlier that afternoon to support the archive's preservation fundraiser. "He seemed smarter than I thought."
You smile. "He is smart."
The man chuckles. "Although I suppose that's his image."
You stop brushing, feeling prickly. "Meaning?"
"You know,” he shrugs. "The intellectual one. Reads books, visits museums, quotes philosophers." His tone isn't cruel, just dismissive. "I saw a clip the other day where he accidentally knocked something over." He laughs. "He didn't look like much of a genius then, if you ask me, it’s all a bit pretenti—."
You rest the brush on the cloth beside you with all the patience you can muster. "I think that's exactly what makes him one." The man blinks in surprise at your intervention. "People keep confusing intelligence with perfection."
“I—"
You gently lift a loose page, supporting it with both hands, ignoring the flapping jaws beside you. "Being clever doesn't mean never making mistakes." You smooth the fragile paper flat. "It means staying curious enough to keep learning after you've made them."
The man is stunned into silence, and you shoot him a faint smile that doesn’t reach your eyes. "The world expects him to have every answer,” you say. "I think he'd probably settle for being allowed to ask questions."
Behind the tall shelving unit where damaged maps are stored, Namjoon freezes. He had wandered downstairs after the event because someone mentioned the archive housed first editions he'd love to see. Instead he had found your voice, which came like a relief, certain and kind, like a balm to heal.
Closing time arrives with the gentle clatter of boxes being packed away. Rain taps softly against the tiny basement windows. You're gathering your coat when someone appears beside the cart of restored books.
"Hey."
You look up to see Namjoon holding a slim, clothbound notebook. "I think this belongs to you."
Your face scrunches up. “Oh, sorry, that’s not mine.”
"I know,” he says, a smile touching his lips. "But I needed an excuse to talk to you."
You laugh, surprised. "That's the best one you could come up with?”
His dimples appear for only a second as he shuffles on his feet, mumbling something incoherent. Then his expression softens. "I heard what you said earlier."
You instinctively look away. "Oh…” You’re lost for words yourself now.
He runs his thumb thoughtfully along the notebook's spine. "I wanted to thank you, you know, for what you said."
You hesitate. "I only said what I believed."
"Yeah, I know." There's no embarrassment in his voice, just quiet gratitude. "You know what's strange?"
"What?"
"People compliment things I've achieved." He looks around the archive, at shelves lined with books painstakingly repaired by hands that will never be credited. "You were the first person in a long time who defended my right not to have all the answers."
You look back at him, wishing everyone could see what you did.
He opens the notebook —every page is blank. "I always carry one," he says. "Ideas arrive unexpectedly." He tears out the first page and carefully folds it in half before slipping it into your hand.
You unfold it to find it’s completely blank too. You look up, puzzled and he smiles. "You reminded me that I don't have to fill every page immediately." His gaze meets yours, warm and unwavering. "It's alright to leave room for what's still becoming."
The rain continues to fall as you step outside together, sharing the same umbrella without either of you mentioning whose shoulder is getting wetter, and for once, neither of you feels any need to rush toward an answer.
HOBI/J-HOPE ❤︎
The community centre gymnasium has been transformed overnight. The basketball hoops have been cranked into the ceiling, bright tape marks little dance squares across the polished floor, and volunteers bustle between tables covered in water bottles, fruit and spare trainers. In an hour, children from local schools will arrive for a free dance workshop.
You're on your knees beneath a table untangling a knot of extension cables when two event organisers wander past.
"I've heard Hoseok's the nicest one,” one says.
The other laughs. "People like that make me suspicious."
"Suspicious how?" you say, unable to stop your intrusion.
"No one's that cheerful all the time,” the first one says with a shake of her head. "It has to be an act."
You pull the final cable free before standing. "Maybe the smile is real."
The woman folds her arms. "Come on."
"You can genuinely enjoy making other people happy," you reply. "That doesn't mean you're never tired."
The second woman walks off with a disinterested sigh and the one who stays looks unconvinced.
"I think people forget those are two different things,” you continue, glancing across the hall where volunteers are carefully counting out name badges. "If someone's always trying to lift the mood, maybe ask yourself who they're carrying before deciding it's fake."
The words leave your mouth more softly than you intended. "Some people become sunlight because they've spent enough time learning what darkness feels like."
The woman doesn’t respond, and you simply return to taping the cable safely along the floor.
Behind the folded partition where instructors have been storing sound equipment, Hobi slowly lowers the box he'd been carrying. He had only come back to collect an extra microphone, which he could no longer remember why he needed it. He closes his eyes for a moment. Nobody has ever defended his smile like that.
The workshop ends in a riot of laughter. Children leave clutching signed posters, showing parents the routines they've learned, still humming the songs played throughout the afternoon.
You're collecting abandoned water bottles when someone drops onto the floor beside you with a theatrical sigh.
"I think," Hoseok announces, stretching his legs out in front of him, "I danced harder than the kids."
You laugh. "I'm not convinced that's physically possible."
He grins. "Challenge accepted next time."
You shake your head, smiling as you gather another bottle. For a minute, he helps without saying anything, just the quiet clink of plastic into the recycling bag. Then he clears his throat. "Can I tell you something?"
"Always."
"I heard what you said this morning." You still. "I wasn't trying to eavesdrop; I was actually looking for a microphone." His laugh is sheepish. "I completely forgot about it."
Your cheeks warm. "I didn't think anyone heard."
"I'm glad that I did." His usual brightness softens, becoming something more private. "You know, people thank me for smiling all the time." He twists the cap back onto a forgotten water bottle. "They don't usually notice that sometimes it's a choice."
Your heart aches just a little. "You don't have to earn being cared about."
His eyes flick up to yours and he doesn't answer immediately. Instead, he reaches into the pocket of his hoodie and pulls out one of the children's prize stickers, a glittery gold star. He peels the backing off and gently presses it onto the back of your hand. "There."
You blink. "What was that for?"
He smiles, warm enough to light the empty gym. "When I was little, teachers gave gold stars to people who made someone else's day better." He glances at the sticker. "I think they forgot there's no age limit."
You laugh, and he does too. The sound echoes around the now-empty hall, long after everyone else has gone home. As you leave together, the little paper star catches the late afternoon light, and you don’t peel it off.
Neither of you wants the moment to end just yet.
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i'm chloé, 25, cet timezone, and searching for some new discord rp partners. all partners must be 21+. my activity can fluctuate depending on life, as I have a full time job, but I usually find a few moments each day to RP and if I need to pause for a moment (like if I have something planned), I always warn my partner.
I RP for BTS. before any question, yes I can do doubles, yes I can do OCs. the only thing I'm asking is creativity. if your character/story is pure Mary Sue, I'm not interested. I can also do RP fully original, I'd just use a Korean fc and thus make a Korean character.
Communication is also the most important, I much prefer being told something is wrong than just being ghosted.
I always do romance, other than that I'm a sucker for angst and darker themes, but that'd have to be discussed with the person I'm doing this with. I RP on discord so you can either add me there (baby_chloe) or message/comment here if you are interested by this
At first, you feel nothing. A few seconds later, you feel everything, a pain far worse than anything you’ve ever before encountered sweeping through your broken body.
Horror bathed the Traveller’s expression. A shout of denial rises from them, ringing loudly in your ears. But it’s too late, the damage is done. The blood staining their sword, the front of your robes, is evidence enough of that. Your retainer - Scaramouche, he’d called himself, but to you, he’ll always be known to you as Kunikuzushi - suddenly appears, helping you ease to the ground. Black dots wink in front of you.
Kunikuzushi screams out your name just once, a tormented sound of anguish. In all your years of knowing him, never before have you seen him like this. All rage and hurt and hatred and fear, his emotions standing out starkly in a pale face and wide eyes.
You try to reply but cough instead, feeling the blood ride up in your chest, pooling thickly in your mouth.
“You’re an idiot,” Kunikuzushi snaps, gathering you in his arms. You’re reminded of a time when you were younger, when a raging fever had ravaged your body; how Kunikuzushi had nursed you devotedly through the nights, grinding up herbs and applying cool cloths to your forehead. “What the hell were you thinking? I’m not your retainer any more, you didn’t need to -”
“No. But you’re still my friend.” You say, smiling weakly. “And I didn’t want to see you hurt.”
Kunikuzushi’s fingers dig into your skin. His next words are quiet, and full of fury. But they aren’t directed at you; rather, they’re meant for the Traveller, and they promise that the Traveller won’t be leaving this encounter unscathed.
— title; your time is running out, and they said speak now
— pairing; scaramouche x kamisato! reader
— warnings; arranged marriage, minor mentions of violence
— summary; in which scaramouche steals you away before you can be married off to another man
— notes; please donate to my kofi (https://ko-fi.com/thirdgymbros) if you like my content and wish to support me. reblogs are appreciated !!
“What?”
You stare at your older brother in abject horror. You’ve known for a while now, that since you’ve come of age, the Elders of the Kamisato family would soon be clamouring for you to be married off, preferably to another member of an equally prestigious family.
And though you’ve often imagined marrying any number of peers your age when you were younger, it had been a game to you back then, your favourites changing as often as your clothes. It had been a lovely fantasy, but that’s all it had ever been. Now, you can see so clearly, how your life is going to be squeezed into a box, by the Elders who would be perfectly content to manipulate you as one would a puppet.
— summary; in which you mistake xiao’s feelings for those of hatred, when he in fact feels the opposite for you.
— notes; happy belated birthday, xiao !!
“Psst. Lady Guizhong?” Your little face peeks around the shadowy corner of a stone pillar, into her peripheral vision. Intent on staying out of sight, you’re hiding from your Lord and the newest Adeptus to grace your numbers, rescued mere months ago. “Lady Guizhong? Come quick, please?”
Guizhong is quick to set her book down upon the table, and is even quicker to follow you deeper into the winding walkway of the garden. In the distance, the faint sound of the ocean soothes your ears and your jangled nerves. “What is it, little one?”
“Can I tell you a secret?” You ask, stopping only when you’ve rounded the corner of a thick row of hedges.
After a minute, Guizhong recovers her voice. “Of course.” She says, bending down to your level.
“I don’t like Xiao.” You say, unable to look at her, instead staring at the ground underfoot, damp and littered with leaves, as the natural debris of autumn is churned into a faintly red mud. “Can he go away?”
Disapproval mars her otherwise beautiful face as she gently lifts up your chin, forcing your eyes up. “Little one, that’s not a nice thing to say. What did Xiao do to you that was so bad?”
“He’s – He’s always staring at me.” Always, always, that itchy uncomfortable feeling that you can’t quite shake whenever you’re with him. He’s about your age, but already, the intensity of his gaze is searing. Another thing that he and your Lord have in common. You bubble up and over at the indignity of it all. “And, and, he doesn’t wanna talk to me at all! His face gets all red, and then he won’t look at me – Xiao’s so weird!”
“Oh.” Guizhong reaches up, covers her red-tinted mouth with a billowing sleeve. Still, you can hear the laughter in her voice, as much as she tries to hide it. “Oh, dear.”
“Wha – Lady Guizhong? Why are you laughing at me? What did I say?”
“Why don’t you give Xiao another chance? He’s a very sweet boy. Isn’t that right, Xiao?”
Guilt is written all over Xiao’s face as he shuffles out from behind the hedge at the sound of his name, fleshy cheeks flushed with the force of his guilt at being caught eavesdropping. Guizhong beckons him over with a smile, and the two of them speak in hushed voices, Xiao’s fraying with worry, Guizhong’s steady and calm.
“Go on.” You hear Guizhong say.
You perk up an ear, but don’t twitch an eyelid.
“But I’m scared.”
“It’s all right.”
Guizhong won’t take no for an answer as she pushes Xiao in your direction; he practically stumbles forwards, almost tripping over his own two feet. His hands are curiously tucked behind his back, but the reason for that soon makes itself known when he presents you with a bunch of glazed lilies. The heat of the day brings the flower to its strongest essence, and the open blossoms are spilling out perfume.
“For you.” Xiao blurts out, the first time he’s ever spoken directly to you.
the trope of 'god i love you and was so worried about you but then we got separated for sometime and we've had no time to reunite. in this chaos lets hope we have a happy ending, m'kay?
aka entire plot of touka x kaneki in tokyo ghoul :re
warnings: death mention (no actual death tho)
kazuha -
u don’t get it, kazuha OWNS this trope
imagine being good friends with him, right before the vision hunt decree was enacted
your friendship is on the verge of becoming maybe something more—until he goes missing.
it isn’t unusual for him to be missing for a day or two, preferring to spend time in nature
but when a day turned into a week, you’re really starting to become worried
a week after his disappearance, you were at the market getting groceries when you heard some of the local gossips talking about a rumor
“did you hear? a young man from the kaedehara clan stole a vision from the shogun. they’re hunting him down…i wouldn’t be surprised if he were dead already.”
a chill runs up your spine, and the food you had in your hand is abandoned on the stone floor between stalls
bursting through the door of his house, you’re met with an unmistakable silence. the wind flutters through an open window, but everything is still in its perfect place.
devastated, you ask around. no one has seen him, and it seems like he has disappeared like a passing breeze
after a period of mourning, you desert your home in favor of joining the resistance. it’s what he would have wanted, after all.
after almost a year with the resistance, you’re met with a fateful standoff with the shogun’s army on nazuchi beach.
it’s pouring.
the clothes on your back are sticky and the warm temperature doesn’t help at all.
the grip on your sword slips from the rain coming down and the perspiration from your hand. you snatch it up once more, but in the time between grabbing it and returning to position, you’re circled by the enemy. gritting your teeth, you brace yourself for battle once more.
there’s a calm gust of wind behind you, cooling your skin against the humid air. a back presses against your own, but you can’t focus enough to turn around.
no words are exchanged, but breathy grunts and huffs escape both of your mouths. the circle disappears easily with the help of the stranger. the clanging of swords on the sand increases as the army is forced to retreat.
it’s still coming down hard, drops of rain hitting your face and piercing the skin. as the general and her excellency’s forces begin to regroup, you turn around and wipe the sweat and dirt off of your face to greet the stranger.
“thanks for supporting me. i would have been in some serious trouble if you didn’t—” your words stop immediately, jaw going slack and sword abandoned on the ground below.
“kazuha?” you breathe out, wondering you’re seeing a mirage.
his hair has grown longer, even when soaked in the rain. there are bandages on his hands, but they aren’t enough to cover the faint discoloration of a scar. his scarf is gone now, caked in the sand.
his eyes wide in surprise and his blade, too, is abandoned on the beach. you approach one another slowly, rain still dropping down on your skin. you’re the first to touch his forearms to confirm he’s real.
“y/n,” he says with a soft tone, as if he hasn’t gone anywhere. “what are you doing here? it’s dangerous to be on the front lines.”
you want your face to twist into disgust, but it doesn’t. instead, you look at him with ethereal wonder. taking your hand, you hold his cheek. “where have you been all this time? why did you leave? i was so worried, everyone had told me you were dead, and—”
“y/n,” kazuha says again, and you stop saying anything. instead, his fiery eyes twinkled with adoration. “i missed you.”
suddenly, the rest of the world is discarded as his lips meet your own. your eyes widen with shock, but you melt into his arms so easily. his hand brushes away wet strands of hair, and your own tangles his white locks. his lips are so warm and soft, and you welcome his embrace with open arms.
as you pull away, his forehead braces against yours. tears well in your eyes, still trying to process the fact that kazuha is here, in front of you, and alive. “i meant to do that long before i left,” he confesses. “i am aware that this may not be the best time to say this, but will you…will you have me?”
you kiss him again in confirmation, and the rest of the world can wait for now.
the resistance, gorou, and kokomi watching kazuha and y/n: 🕴
What happens when you ignore him after a fight (#groveling).
Diluc Ragnvindr x Reader
Kaeya Alberich x Reader
Xiao x Reader
A/N: I actually wrote this back in July bc i wanted angst and tension and I meant to post it then but I didn’t have the balls to (still dont but–)… it took me three hours to write less than 3k…. im not who i used to be its so- whateverrrrr,,, as always more of my thoughts are after the tags kekeke, can you tell i still adore angst?
A/N: this took me ages to write (cough cough ayato) and even longer to edit but i dont care i love this trope… i hope you like it too </3 i love mean m3n! the whole ‘oh i dont think he loves me but he actually does’ is so fun…. so fun
featuring: albedo; ayato; childe; cyno; diluc; gorou; itto; kaeya; kazuha; thoma; tighnari; venti; xiao; zhongli
tw: i say shit once, like a tiny bit suggestive in a couple of them if you squint
type: pure fluff; established relationship; sfw
pronouns used: none
a/n: this idea has been rotting my brain since i thought of it before going to bed a few nights ago and now that i have time to burn i'm FINALLY writing it ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡
under the cut for length ♡ it is long ♡
ALBEDO
horrible sleep schedule. is always telling you he'll be "just five more minutes" but you know he won't
he feels bad about it. some of his experiments are time sensitive! you remind him he could have started them tomorrow morning instead of eleven at night
once he does join you in bed, he can be a bit shy. you'll have to actively invite him to lay closer to you
once you do that, he feels totally comfortable!
albedo likes to be close to you, enjoying your body heat as much as he can.
sleeping with him is comfortable. he doesn't exude any heat, but he isn't cold, either - so no matter the weather, he's a good nap buddy
his favorite place to sleep is up on his lab in dragonspine, next to you, in a bed covered in furs and blankets so both of you can be completely tucked in. it's like a cocoon of comfort!
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DILUC
cannot sleep without you next to him!!
he also often stays up late, but is easily convinced to come to bed. his work can often wait until morning and you are really in need of your favorite pillow
he sighs softly, gives you a quiet smile, and blows out his candle before pulling the covers back and sliding in next to you
diluc likes to hold you while you sleep. it makes him feel safe with you in his arms, held securely against his chest
usually you sleep facing each other with your nose a bit squished between his pecs, but i mean... are you complaining?
diluc is a heavy sleeper and doesn't wake up until either you get up or his natural rhythm wakes him up, usually midmorning.
he is not a morning person. it's going to take many kisses and some coffee to convince him to wake up all the way.
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KAEYA
has a seven step skincare routine that he does WITH you before bed
it's a really sweet and intimate way to get in the sleepy time mood!
he's not one to take care of himself, but he does care about his appearance. so you two have this now.
kaeya likes to spoon you!
he has one draped lazily over your waist, the other curled up next to his head
he's a light sleeper! he shifts around a lot during the night, but whenever he does, he subconsciously will reach out for you
therefore, if you wake up in the middle of the night, it's a coin toss as to what position the two of you will be in. however, nine times out of ten, some part of him will be touching some part of you
sleepy kaeya brain says make sure you're with him and safe!
he wakes up early to report to the knights of favonius, though it's certainly not below him to indulge a few times a year week sleeping in next to you
i mean, how could he resist?
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VENTI
little shit (affectionate)
this guy will not sleep until you DRAG him into bed and then he's whining the whole way. why would you go to bed when you could stay up singing and having fun!! what about board games!
and then the minute you finally get him to lay down next to you he's down for the count
venti is also a VERY affectionate guy. so while he sleeps he will cling onto you like a koala
he might drool on you just a little bit
he's a really heavy sleeper but he's also a bit of a kicker
he's fallen out of the bed while still gripping your arm in his sleep on multiple occasions.
sometimes, on rare nights, you'll wake up in the middle of the night to hear him softly humming something, still completely asleep.
CHILDE
as a fatui harbinger, he's out a lot
this means that he really does treasure the time he spends with you, especially at night
he's clingy.
childe will take any opportunity he can for skinship
probably sleeps in his underwear (⌒_⌒;)
he will spoon you, he will hold you against him, he will lay you on his chest
he needs to be touching you at all times. unfortunately, he can sometimes sweat.
he trained himself to be a light sleeper. nothing can sneak up on him, even while he's asleep. he's the perfect protection for his beloved partner!
he doesn't want to get up in the morning. you have to poke him and sometimes drag him o.ut of bed by his ankles.
he whines about it but he loves you. and soon enough he's dressed and on his way to work with a quick kiss goodbye.
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XIAO
"adepti don't need sleep."
ok, well, it's more awkward when he's standing over your bed just watching you sleep
you have to beg him to either go somewhere else or join you
he doesn't want to leave you to sleep by yourself, unprotected... so he reluctantly agrees to lay down next to you
hm. actually, this is kind of nice.
xiao realizes that actually he is a little bit tired. a lot tired.
he awkwardly opens his arms for you to crawl into, and then once he hears your breathing slow down, he allows himself to close his eyes.
xiao sleeps like a log, for the first time in hundreds of years.
this becomes habit. when he isn't spending the night off hunting monsters, he joins you in bed and allows himself a few hours of rest.
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ZHONGLI
nighttime is when zhongli allows himself to let go
he trusts you with everything, and therefore, as the two of you are getting ready for bed, while he's washing up, he lets his more draconic features show.
his tail appears, his arms take on a darker shade, bright golden veins just visible, and horns make their way to the top of his head
even his teeth shift, becoming just barely noticeably sharper and larger.
it's in these moments when you remember your lover is an ancient being and quite literally a god
zhongli's demeanor doesn't change, though. he's still a gentleman.
he situates himself in bed first, makes himself comfortable, picks up a book, and invites you to lay with him.
he'll stay up for a bit reading by candlelight with you next to him, until he finally gets tired, snuffs out the candle, places a soft kiss to your temple, and lays down next to you
he's another one that likes to hold you while you sleep.
SLEEPS LIKE A ROCK (literally). you swear sometimes it's like his body temporarily turns to stone.
zhongli's body sleeps on a schedule, so he wakes up at the same time every morning to prepare for work.
if you're still in bed by the time he has to leave, he'll leave a letter on his pillow and a kiss on your head before he goes.
AYATO
the evening is his favorite time of day
(the time when it finally comes to an end)
as the yashiro commissioner, he's busy most of the day, and doesn't often have time to spend with you. while he's around, he can't devote much of his attention to you, which he sincerely regrets.
so nights with him are when he shows you just how much he loves you.
he makes sure you're comfortable and helps you get ready for bed, a routine which includes many many kisses and a few apologies for being busy all the time (you understand, and he knows this, but he likes to make sure you know he still loves you)
ayato likes to hold hands while you sleep. there's something so intimate about it that he's such a sucker for.
he doesn't sleep really lightly or heavily, just sort of in the middle. he wakes up to shift his position a few times a night but that's it.
he's also a sucker for being close to you. you'll wake up learning that at some point in the night, ayato has pulled you much closer to him than you were when you originally went to bed.
he has to wake up early, but he hates it. he leaves a quick kiss on your head before he gets up for work, and will check in with you throughout the day, too.
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GOROU
loves sleeping with you but denies it
he NEEDS to be holding you while you sleep. ever since the incident with yae miko, he's trying to break the embarrassing habit of sleeping with his tail in his arms, and he figures you're the perfect replacement!
light sleeper and twitches in his sleep, a bit like dogs when they dream. it's adorable
subconsciously pulls you closer to him while he's asleep, too. having you near him is comforting.
he's incredibly warm! and his tail is SO fluffy. you might want to sleep on opposite sides of the bed during hot weather.
he hates this though, and you'll probably wake up in his arms. he'll deny moving you and say it must have been you who craved his hugs, not the other way around.
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ITTO
BIG BAN BIG MAN
he's such an affectionate guy too. just be careful of the horns
his favorite position to sleep in is on his back with you on his chest. he WILL trap you with his arms
doesn't mean to trap you. but he's just so big and strong... it just kind of happens!
snores. it's annoying but endearing. he doesn't even know he's doing it
when he snores, the bridge of his nose will scrunch and it'll look a bit like he's snarling. sometimes his huge teeth come out
he's big, so he also exudes a lot of heat. however, unlike gorou, he won't even let you sleep on the other side of the bed
he Will hold you. there is no escape. he sleeps really soundly and pretty much doesn't move an inch all night.
itto is not a morning person. you have to shake him awake and then he whines about it.
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KAZUHA
A SWEETHEART
he helps you get ready for bed and then tucks you in and everything <33
actually kazuha really likes to sing you to sleep or recite a poem for you before bed!
won't overtly cuddle you unless you ask for it, but is never opposed to it!
he's just not really sure how to handle it sometimes, so he just kind of keeps to himself unless either of you are feeling particularly affectionate
as time passes, he becomes more confident, and needs more and more cuddles.
kazuha is a light sleeper, but is quiet and careful enough never to wake you up when he does in the middle of the night.
he likes to wake up at the same time as you, so if he wakes up first, he waits for you before starting his day.
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THOMA
warm warm warm warm
when it's cold out, he's the perfect bedtime buddy. when it's warm, you two sleep on opposite sides of the bed with pinkies intertwined in the middle
like kaeya, he likes to wash up thoroughly before bed. sometimes he even does his hair so it'll look nicer when he wakes up
on nights when it's warm, somehow, in the middle of the night, despite starting on opposite ends of the bed from one another, you'll find that you gravitated towards each other and met in the middle.
he laughs and apologizes and offers to sleep somewhere else. you refuse and hug him even closer
thoma really loves physical affection while sleeping
his favorite is sleeping facing each other, and sometimes you two find yourselves staying up until the early hours of the morning talking until he realizes it's one am and he has work tomorrow.
always leaves you a kiss and a note before he leaves to tend to the kamisatos. and of course you're always welcome to visit!
CYNO
very awkward about sleeping with you
he's just nervous! you have to reassure him you're comfortable around him and would, in fact, prefer he sleep next to you comfortably than on the floor.
it takes him a while to warm up to the idea, and starts off very stiff, but over time, he learns that in fact, he sleeps much better when you're there with him.
cyno sleeps deeply, and doesn't shift much throughout the night. you could probably use him as a pillow if you wanted, he wouldn't object.
he likes when you sleep on his chest the most. the pressure of you being on him is very comforting and he likes having his arms around you.
he calls himself your "general mahamattress," and proceeds to overexplain even though the joke is rather clear. he's very sweet about it.
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TIGHNARI
sleeping near a loved one is good for your brain!!! there's science to back it up!! probably!!
snuggles you like a koala when you sleep together. there's no escaping tighnari's grip of death.
before he discovered sleeping next to you, it was pretty difficult for him to get to sleep on time.
therefore, in case it's a rough night, he has a bunch of herb remedies for insomnia that are tried and true, his own recipes
he's found that a dab of sweet smelling flower dew on your forehead helps with sweet dreams, and while you're sleeping with him, you rarely have nightmares.
tighnari and his bushy tail are here with you to chase away the monsters!!
he's a forest ranger and a fox. and he gets up when he WANTS. do not try to drag him out of bed you will be (gently) bitten.
also twitches in his sleep. creacher. you know how it is with animals.
basically a gigantic cuddle bug, and pretty much willing to admit it.
INSPIRED BY @fatuismooches and their “harbingers’ voicelines about you.” they did so well, i loved it. y’all should go check it out!
xiao, itto, tighnari, ayato, ningguang, sara, yanfei, childe, diluc, zhongli, kaeya, beidou, cyno, & al haitham x gn!reader
implied that reader is an immortal/non mortal being in xiao & zhongli's.
cw: fluff. use of they/them pronouns. pet names: you’re mostly referred to as their “lover”, and “my darling” in 2 of them. some of them are slightly ooc, but i already put it in parentheses. i tried my best!
a/n: this is my very first post here, and im kinda nervous because even tho ive been writing for a long time, im still rlly insecure of my work. i removed a couple characters cus it got too long.. but if you guys like it, ill make a part two<3
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XIAO
about [name]:
“hm? you want to know about [name]? well… there’s not much to say. what? i’m not blushing!”
chat: meals
“personally, the idea of human cuisine doesn’t delight me much. food isn’t necessary for an adepti but, i do enjoy [name]’s cooking quite a lot. they make the best almond tofu.”
chat: stress
xiao lets out a deep sigh, “[name] is too careless. and while they have such a big heart, they take too many dangerous commissions. on more than one occasion, i had to find them myself, just to see them injured. they claim they didn't call my name, because they don’t want to become a burden but, i… ah, never mind.”
chat: bonds
“hm… [name] and i have known each other for centuries. it really does make me happy seeing them and morax together. ah? he goes by zhongli now…?”
chat: flowers
“flowers? such a distraction... i pay no mind to them. but, i have heard from many mortals that, people in relationships do cherish such gifts. should i pick some for [name]?”
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ITTO
about [name]:
“[name]?! you’ve met [name]? they’re so cool right? they’re my best bro, my everything, my one and only! tell me, has [name] said anything about me to you? they said they love me? oh! hm? my cheeks? THEY’RE NOT TURNING RED, it’s just the paint…”
chat: onikabuto
“yeah, i’m the best and number 1 at onikabuto fighting! i always win! well, except when i fight with [name]. somehow, they always win, i don’t know how! they never let me in on their secret too. one day, they will tell me.”
chat: jail
“[name] is great. they bail me out all the time. really, i’m so grateful to have them! they’re fit to be the leader of the arataki gang but, nobody can be the leader except me, arataki itto.”
chat: picnics
“[name] and i always go out for picnics, and then we have an onikabuto fight. even though they always win, i’m happy to be spending time with them. but, you gotta be careful, last time, i spilled some of the juice and [name] got a bit angry. huh? what do you mean i don’t seem like a picnic guy?”
chat: horns
“yeah these babies are painted! i usually paint them but sometimes, [name] helps me cover the spots i can’t. they’re so good at it too. is there anything they’re not good at?”
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TIGHNARI
about [name]:
“you’ve met my wonderful lover, i see. yes, [name] often helps around gandharva ville. they do visit frequently, even though they reside in sumeru city.”
chat: sadness
tighnari sighs, “i do miss [name] a lot. i know they come often but, with them being busy working for the akademiya, it does get a little lonely without their presence during the night.”
chat: views
“hm, i’d say gandharva ville has some of the best views in all of sumeru! i take [name] to some of these places and, it lights a smile every time! a lot of beautiful flowers and mushrooms grow here. i do make sure to pick the non-poisonous ones though!”
chat: jealousy
“[name] has such a kind soul, all the forest rangers admire them. how could they not? i’ve never seen them do a bad thing in my entire life! though, it does get frustrating when they stare at them too long… i do admit, i get a little jealous.”
chat: petting
“ah? you want to pet my ears? well… i usually only allow [name] to pet me but, i’m sure they wouldn’t mind either. my tail? hah, now you’re going too far!”
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AYATO
about [name]:
“hm? [name]? yes, that is the future head of the kamisato clan. ah, don’t tell them just yet but, i do plan on placing this lovely ring where it rightfully belongs.”
chat: family
“well, with only my sister left of our family, i do cherish her very much. [name] gets along with ayaka quite well. hm, speaking of which, they’re probably spending time together, at this hour.”
chat: work
“aside from being the head of the kamisato clan, my role as a commissioner does get in the way of a lot of things, including spending time with my lover. it’s such a shame. yet, they’re so patient with me. say, traveler, do you think i’m undeserving of [name]?”
chat: bubble tea
“haha, i am quite fond of bubble tea. i request for thoma to get it for me often. somehow, [name] always gets wind of it and steals a couple sips. they probably think they’re sneaky but, i know thoma is always telling them. they’re adorable so, i suppose i can’t be complaining.”
chat: safety
“during the vision hunt decree, [name] was really busy working and it worried me to death. i barely saw them and, unfortunately, i had to ask their close friend, kujou sara. both her and i share concerns over them so, she helped me even though, she was a little reluctant.”
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NINGGUANG
about [name]:
“apologies, traveler, i’m a little busy right now. [name]? ah, my lover. well, i suppose i can sit down and have a chat about them for a bit.”
chat: danger
“although i’ve had a couple discussions with the adventure guild about [name]’s dangerous commissions, nothing seems to stop them. of course, they’re very passionate about helping others but, i’m worried they’ll put themselves in danger and i won’t be there to save them. traveler, maybe you can talk to them?”
chat: lunch
“hm yes, [name] and i go out to liuli pavilion a lot. i hear many people of liyue mutter about how jealous they are of them, how easy it is gain my attention and time. though, that does strike up my worry about their safety…”
chat: shopping
“although my job, as the protector of liyue, tends to get me busy, you might find it shocking that i do spend a lot of my time with my lover. we go shopping every week. not that i’d ever let you see but, my closet is filled with clothes that match theirs.”
weather: rain
“agh, the rain is such a bother. on the other hand, [name] is fond of the rain, they often venture during this weather. although i despise it, i suppose i can tolerate it for them. will you be a dear and fetch me an umbrella?"
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SARA
about [name]:
"so, you want to know about [name]? i hope for your sake, that you don't have any malicious intentions, but other than that, i'll be happy to talk about them."
chat: loyalty
"yes, i am rather extremely loyal to the shogun. [name]? i assure you that this topic doesn't affect our relationship. despite the fact that i'm not shy to talk about it, i'd rather keep our affairs private."
chat: knitting (ooc? hc)
"huh? knitting... so, [name] told you about that. well, i suppose i can tell you, i do enjoy the simple hobby with them. it tends to release a lot of stress. although, i'm not sure why they spoke about it..."
weather: thunder
"the lightning and thunder is a sign of the shogun's will. i do often announce my loyalty to the shogun but, more times than none, i get aggravated by it. the only other thing that allows me to tolerate it is [name]. they love to huddle up to me and i find it adorable, it really takes my mind off the weather. don't tell them... or you might have to start sleeping with one eye open."
chat: onigiri
"as a warrior in inazuma, it's hard to carry heavy foods with me when i am not home, which is why i ask [name] to make me onigiri. they make it so well, it's packed with flavor and it's easy to carry. i always miss their specialty dishes though."
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YANFEI
about [name]:
"have you met [name] yet? you have! hm, the expression on your face tells me the meeting with them was delightful. i'll tell you, being a legal adviser is not easy but seeing their bright face every time i come home, makes it a ton easier. they make me forget about all the civil cases."
chat: comfort
"sometimes, i think i'm good at hiding my facial expressions but the moment i come home and see [name], they know exactly how my day went, or more so what type of day i had. they're exceedingly perceptive and, having a lover like them makes my life a whole lot worthwhile."
chat: late night work
"like i said, being a legal adviser isn't necessarily easy, especially when you have a big case. i spend a lot of nights reading into boring cases, like that will i've recently encountered, however, [name] tends to bring me tea and sit in my home office to comfort me. it often distracts me but, i don't mind."
chat: cooking
"i'm sure i've mentioned how much i love tofu, right? well, [name] makes it ten times better. they spoil me too much, often rewarding me with tofu. i can't cook the way they can. archons, i wonder what i did to deserve such a lover like them."
chat: legal knowledge
"though it may come off as a shock, [name] knew quite a lot about laws before i met them. it wasn't until we got into a relationship, did i know about that. you bet i fell even more in love with them."
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CHILDE
about [name]:
"good evening comrade! ah, what am i doing? picking flowers for my darling of course. i see, so you have met [name]. haha, they are truly wonderful aren't they? the more deserving they are of my time to be picking glaze lilies for them then, huh?"
weather: snow
"are you shivering, comrade? this weather is nothing compared to snezhnaya! you really remind of [name]. when i brought them to dragonspine, they were sniffling and whatnot. scared me half to death when a hue of blue took over their face, which is what convinced me to halt my vacation to snezhnaya with them."
chat: sparring
"everything in this world pales in comparison to the thrill of sparring. well, aside from spending time with my lover, of course. speaking of which; they're truly strong. [name] has beaten me every time we've sparred throughout our entire relationship, and they think i'm going easy on them but truth is, i really struggle against them..."
chat: spending
"[name] often scolds me for pampering them with expensive gifts but, i see it as a harmless gesture. of course i'm going to spoil my darling, how could i not?! ah, don't tell them about this one. do you think they'll like it? should i get another ring? i am getting sweaty thinking about their reaction. hm, thank you for the reassurance, comrade."
chat: family
"apart from teucer, [name] hasn't met any of my family yet. i'm fully convinced they'll love them though. they get along really well with teucer, he's even went on to call them an older sibling. it makes my heart swell. nothing brings me more joy than seeing my family and lover getting along."
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DILUC
about [name]:
"[name]? of course i've met them, they are my lover after all. so you've heard...? they're a wonderful, kind, and passionate soul. what truly delayed our love was that they're a knight of favonius, a captain no less. but, i've grown to love that part of them as well."
chat: job (slightly ooc?)
"[name] looks wonderful under the dim light of angel's share, don't you think? even though we've been in a relationship for a long time, i will never get used to the way they're always so beautiful. ah, pardon me, i'm being unprofessional."
chat: brother
"tch, kaeya can be quite a bother, honestly. but, [name] always encourages me to reconcile with him. i'm not sure what there is to reconcile... though, i understand they do have only pure intentions."
weather: breeze
"usually, i pay no mind to the weather but, as of late, [name] has taken a keen interest in taking me out to cider lake during the night. it's often windy, sometimes a light breeze will cross us. like usual, they look wonderful under the night's light."
chat: art
"i'm not one to be into art but, it's one of [name]'s hobbies. they spend quite a lot of time indulging in this. everything they've made has been, how do i say this... a masterpiece."
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ZHONGLI
about [name]:
"i'm not too understanding of human emotions but, one thing i've grown to recognize is my love for [name]. if you haven't met them, i'd be more than happy to introduce them to you. oh? so, you already have. enlighten me on what you think of them."
chat: gifts
"yet again, i've never quite understood the concept of this human tradition; gifting. [name] has informed me on it and i'd like to get them a present too. what do you think, traveler? something sentimental would suffice."
chat: familial bonds (based off hc, might be a little ooc)
"throughout the millennia i've lived, death has swept past me time and time again. aside from [name], that i met a couple hundred years ago, i've gotten a little attached to xiao, which in turn caused me to keep him closer than i intended. no matter, it fills me with joy to watch xiao open up to someone beside me. [name] tends to have that effect."
chat: tea
"tea is arguably one of the only human invented drinks i can tolerate. it's far better than wine. hm, speaking of which, i often send packages of tea i've acquired to [name]. they seem to love it so, i'd be more than delighted to grace a smile on their lovely face."
chat: painting
"quite like the art of tea, painting is... calming. [name] has been painting for centuries and yet, they have not grown bored of it. i find it astonishing, the way they're easily inspired by the changes of liyue. hm, i do enjoy watching them. sometimes, they would ask me to help them, and who am i to say no to my lover?"
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KAEYA
about [name]:
"you're surprised i have a lover? haha, well a lot of people fall for my charm, and it's no different for [name]. though, i was also a little shocked, that somebody could have me wrapped around their finger like they do."
chat: drinking
"often times than not, [name] has dragged me home from angel's share, quite literally. yet, they haven't grown tired of me. i suppose i should stop, for their sake."
chat: intimacy
"[name] and i both work long hours, and even though we pass by each other a lot in the halls of the knights of favonius headquarters, i do miss their touch. recently, [name] has suggested late night dates. that's when we started going out to cider lake to go swimming. the water's cold but, it's nothing either of us can't handle."
chat: secrets
"you want to know my secrets? haha, if i told you then, they wouldn't be secrets anymore, would they? [name]...? well, it's best they don't know about my secrets... for their safety of course."
chat: spare time
"what i do in my free time...? well, i spend it with [name] of course! life would be dull without their presence. i'm often busy, and i drink a lot but, without them, i'd be nothing but a shell of a man. i have [name] to thank for making me a happy person."
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BEIDOU
about [name]:
"what do you want to know about [name]? i'm the official [name] guide! they easily make my life like a boat on calm waters. though, i'm always adventuring on the sea, and they're associated with the qixing, we always make time for each other."
chat: souvenirs
"am i that easy to read? well, anyone with the right mind would bring back gifts for their lover, especially if their lover is [name]. they've told me about how much they enjoy the portrait i ordered to be painted for us, even though it's not a souvenir."
chat: sailing
"of course, [name] has been on my boat! it took a lot of convincing and arguing with ningguang to allow her subordinate to take a couple days off... i'd love to take them sailing again one day, but, i suppose i'll have to wait a while before that opportunity comes by again."
chat: occupation
"being a pirate did not make it any less intriguing for [name] to start a relationship with me. initially, it was platonic but, during my time on the sea, i began really feeling the absence of their voice and touch. that's when i really understood my feelings."
chat: drinking
"regardless of the fact that i do hold my alcohol well, i'm afraid [name] has seen me drunk on multiple occasions. they gave me an earful the mornings after. i understand their worries over me so, i drink less now."
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CYNO
about [name]:
"you are not the first to be shocked that i have a lover. what? is it because i'm the general mahamatra? my career doesn't often get in the way of our rela- what? it's because of my appearance? what's wrong with it...? ah, i see. i can assure you, [name] is a person who's almost never afraid. they're mostly fascinated by things that seem thrilling, though i advise them to keep themself safe. not like they listen to me..."
chat: desert
"while [name] hadn't originated from the desert, they adapt quite well. occasionally, they have complained about the heat, not that i blame them but, they adjust rather quickly."
chat: rivalry
"hmph, that al-haitham... he doesn't get along with many people, probably because of that awful attitude of his but, unsurprisingly, he and [name] are close. i'm not afraid to lose them to him, no, but rather cautious of him. you can never trust a man like him."
chat: star watching (slightly ooc?)
"i was never a big fan of the stars but, ever since my first encounter with [name], they've always encouraged me to go star watching with them. the sky has hardly any affect on me and even though i agree to tag along, i always spend my time staring at them. they are truly mesmerizing..."
chat: concerns
"i'm confident in [name]'s ability to protect themself but, my title as general mahamatra does worry me regarding their safety. sometimes, i follow them during their adventures to make sure they're alright. what? they've noticed? i- never mind..."
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AL-HAITHAM
about [name]:
"apologies traveler but, i am on a time crunch at the moment. [name]? did something happen to them- ah, never mind. your expression is too relaxed for anything bad to have happened to them while i was away. you want to talk about them...? well, ask away, i suppose."
chat: academic
"yes, [name] and i both studied at the akademiya. we were rivals at one point but, somewhere along the way, they had me hooked. looking at it from a much different perspective, i see now, that it was the best thing to have ever happened to me."
chat: knowledge
"nothing halts me from my thirst for knowledge. but, if anything comes close to it, it would be [name]. hm... no, i'd say they're the only one who could. nonetheless, they would never, seeing as they always praise and encourage me."
chat: rivalry
"general mahamatra? i wouldn't be surprised if he wanted [name]. first, after a position he was second best at, and now my lover? i'd like to see that fool try."
chat: reading
"comprehending every aspect of this world and it's secrets is a passion both [name] and i share. i'd have to admit, they're more into the pleasure of sparring over knowledge but, we do often spend our time reading together."
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a few shuffles could be heard here and there after the photographer had announced that they would take a group picture once all the individual portraits had been done.
it had only been four months into the student exchange program and a lot had happened since the beginning, so you— who was just a mere human that they didn't know for so long— had never imagined to even have the honour of being in their own family picture. of course, things have calmed down after the incident with belphegor, yet you had never thought that they saw you as part of their family until now.
out of respect, you moved out of sight and stood behind the camera while the others got their clothes fixed for their next photo. they had been close brothers for thousands of years— even some time before their fall. it made you feel a bit dejected since you hadn't had the chance to visit your own family members back home, though you were glad to see that they looked a bit joyful to take their pictures together after such a long period.
"alright, we'll start taking pictures if everyone is set." the second and third oldest let out a couple curious mumbles as their eyes focused on the spot you were supposed to be sitting on. they all had consciously— yet maybe a little unconciously— left a space for you. the rest of the five demons looked over to the empty place on the gold and velvet couch as well before the seven pair of eyes scanned the room in search for you.
you were spacing out a bit as you sat on a chair near the photographer, staring at the humongous ceiling and back to the gold walls. you had taken self portraits a few moments before this, so you had thought that you finally got to remove the accessories that sat on your skin. fumbling with the metal, you were unconcious of the brothers' gazes on you.
"mc!" a familiar voice, which belonged to the avatar of greed, was the first one to snap you back into reality. there was a second of silence before you cocked your head to the side, a puzzled look sat on your face; why were they waving at you— some even pointing to an empty space next to lucifer on the sofa?
"come on, hon! we're waiting on you!" asmodeus exclaimed as a bright smile tugged on his lips. "maybe they needed to take a break to eat something really quick." beelzebub mumbled loud enough for you to hear. "i'm also quite hungry after all those photos that we shot."
the youngest brother chuckled at the red haired demon's comment. "that's only the case with you, beel. we've had plenty to eat this morning." you slowly stepped forward after a few more seconds of them staring at you fondly. there was a giddy feeling in your chest as you realized that they all had been waiting for you to sit on your designed place— in front of them, next to their oldest brother.
"isn't uhm– weren't you about to take a family portrait?" you muttered from under your breath, fidgeting with the material of your clothes. there was still an unsure feeling resting in your stomach because you didn't want to intrude their own special picture. "yes, we were."
lucifer spoke up and you lifted your head to look at him— his voice unusually soft. a slight smile appeared on his face as he reached out his gloved hand for you to hold on. "you are a part of our family now, aren't you?"
his response was followed by a few humms coming from behind him and so you took the demon's hand and slowly filled that empty space with your presence.
it was in that instant that you knew that you are going to be with them for the rest of your life, as a big and loving family. the fact that they accepted you this early on without you knowing or even thinking about that possibility, made tears swell up in your eyes.
you had finally found your own safe place— your own caring family. all eight of you completed each other.
the first time the famed ‘l’ word slips from their tongue—love—and it is only the first of many.
featuring —
✧ xiao, venti, zhongli x gn!reader
warnings ―
✧ not proofread, mentions of xiao story spoilers, lowkey rushed oops
notes ―
✧ i just read these bittersweet hcs! err “how they react to u getting stood up” by @/chiide (no tag bc im scared 😹) UGH IT MADE ME WRITHE IN AGONY, PAIN, HEARTBREAK, SO MUCH SO MUCH so im writing fluff.
May I ask for pomegranate tea with Zhongli please, if that's okay? 🥺
notes ⨾ YES OFC ANON MY DARLING ANYTHING FOR YOU <3333 apologies for the long wait, i realized i needed 2 start spacing out my posts as to not stump my blog w/ overwhelming posts literally every hour. I HOPE U ENJOYED NONETHELESS THOUGH!
pomegranate tea : zhongli
at what point did he know he loved his s/o?
woah anon u really got me thinkin for this one
the moment zhongli realized he loved his s/o was when he felt like he could be at peace with himself while you were around
let's start off with a "how you first met" story, shall we?
you were a frequent listener of zhongli’s stories whenever he was in public or discussing anything with his archaeological peers
he noticed you would come almost every week at the same time on the same day just to hear him talk about liyue's history; you usually sat at a table parallel to his to give him space
once he noticed the schedule you seemed to take (come in every Wednesday at exactly 3:00 pm and leave at 6:00pm), he asked if you'd like to accompany him on a walk one day through the harbor
AND HOW COULD YOU SAY NO?
slowly, the two of you became close friends and would hang around the harbor twice a week, walking around with a cup of tea in your hands while chatting about the trials of everyday life
and, slowly but surely, the two of you became more than that
zhongli quickly realized how relaxed and worry-free he felt around you. he didn't have to think about the future, or even the past, no matter how long it lived in his memory, he didn't have to worry about losing anything or anyone.
around you, he felt as if he was just zhongli; the mysterious advisor of the wangsheng funeral who seemed to know much more about liyue's extensive history better than any historian did; zhongli, the one who frequents with childe to a local restaurant and neglects to bring any mora for himself; zhongli. not rex lapis or morax, but zhongli.
once he realized that, zhongli felt certain you were the one for him. and even though you'd pass one day and fade into the dust, his love for you will still continue to shine like gold in the years to come.
select a tea + character & i’ll create a headcanon!
