8:13 Am - S.akito

8:13 am - s.akito

Shinonome Akito doesn't and hasn't loved.

He adores and loves his mother of course, and she reciprocates full heartedly. Him and Ena may constantly argue but they both know very well that they'd die for each other. But in an romantic context he's absolutely repulsed.

Akito doesn't want it. Music is above everything and everyone. Relationships can't compare to the fleeting moments of the spotlight during a show—nor the exhilarating satisfaction of noticing improvement after excruciating hours of practice.

It's such an ugly concept too. His father only hurts his sister, almost singlehandedly ruining her art career and being the sole reason she can't believe in herself anymore— all while justifying his actions with the excuse of love.

Akito doesn't want love either. The only enticing desire that ever came to visit him were self improvement. It's a satisfactory way of living. Unlike others he never suffered from pining for another nor struggling to pick up the pieces of his own heart— it can't happen if he doesn't open it up to anyone at all.

It was futile thought, no matter how much he tried to follow that philosophy, or how long he's been able to abide by it— because right next to him lies the disruption in his peace.

Sunlight bleeds through the curtains, illuminating your sleeping expression, Akito observes the gentle rise of your chest, entranced with your gentle breathing.

Romance is stupid. So is love, trivial and useless, if it hurt his family then why should he bother luxuriating in it. It's foolish, an utter waste of time, something only an idiot would bother pursuing.

Yet he finds himself here, remaining in bed just to stare at someone, despite the fatigue itching behind his eyes.

Even with your hair in a mess and your face lazily squished against a pillow, it's one of the most ethereal sights he's ever laid his eyes on. A sight only for him. Akito always adores how you look no matter what, but something about seeing you at full peace makes him smile a bit harder.

He hated it, loathed how you were the bane of his existence, the fault in his once flawless discipline. Akito always prioritises practice. He doesn't spend money unless it was for the sake of his performances. And he abides his strict sleep schedule constantly.

But here he is, hours past the time he usually wakes up, admiring the person he's probably spent almost tens of thousands of yen on, even if there's a bit of drool accumulating on their bottom lip.

Akito can go on about how much he hates you. Ever since you stepped into his life, he found himself skipping practice to hang out with you. Prize money went to buying you your favourite books, and the time reserved for picking out song lists went to binging all of your show recommendations. One of his solo shows were entirely forgot by him; all because he felt the urge to blurt out his feelings for you.

You're a flaw. A weakness. A falter in what he calls control.

Initially, he thought he lost it. With how he was constantly reminded of his infinite adoration for you, it didn't take long to accept.

Every detail of you is imprinted in his mind. Your rambles sooth his stress; you could be complaining about someone and it'd still be music to his ears. The way you express yourself is so sweet to him, as smooth as honey and saccharine like the summer air. Your touch is warm, a comforting spring night that flushes his face red every single time.

Being loved was just as addictive. No one's ever bought him flowers, or written him poetry or little love notes during class. He'd never kissed someone until you, nor laughed so hard until he gasped for air.

Through half lidded eyes he notices movement in your body, with a yawn your arms reach out to Akito, though not quite enough to pull him closer. He obliges to your motions, muscular arms wrapping around you as he plants a kiss on your forehead.

"Mornin'."

You respond with incoherent murmurs, burying your face into his warm chest, pressing against his now racing heartbeat. He stifles a laugh after seeing your reaction, patting your head.

A glimpse at the time and he knows he should probably go home soon. His mum must be worried after he stormed out of the house late at night, almost breaking down from hearing another argument invade the comfort of his room.

"I need to go." Raspy and careful, he whispers into your ear. "I'll see you at school." His movements halt as you cling onto his wrist.

"Stay. Please."

As if second nature Akito complies. His body obeys before he can even process your words mentally, returning to your initial position with him. He takes it as an opportunity to throw your blanket back onto you.

"Are you sure...? Didn't you have a morning shift today?"

"I wanna stay here with you."

And I would stay here with you forever, if I could. "I'll be here for as long as you'd like then." Another kiss. This time on your cheek.

"Can't go to work anyways." He asks why, mumbling with his face against your neck. "'m sick."

Akito withdraws. "Really?" Urgency wards off lethargy. Was he out of it? He didn't notice you cough or sneeze, and your breathing seemed stable too.

You nod, wearily. "Yeah. Lovesick." Akito flicks your forehead, almost instantaneously.

He ignores your complaints. "Idiot. Don't worry me again." He scolds you as if a smile wasn't tugging at his lips. "C'mon, sleep more. We stayed up late last night."

"Worry about yourself more. You literally carried me to my room because I fell asleep on the couch."

He shrugs it off. "You're not heavy."

In return, you scoff. "Still would've been more convenient to sleep there."

"You say that as if I wouldn't shoulder the weight of the world for your sake." His lithe finger poke your cheek. "One more hour. Sleep just that and I'll buy you lunch later."

"As if you ever let me pay."

Akito shrugs again, he'd do anything for you, that included making sure your wallet was never empty. His father was rich, might as well make the most of it even if he loathes him. "Bookstore as well, then."

You give in, surrendering to his deal. "Fine. Since you're so insistent."

And so he grins at his victory, tucking you in again and joining you. He intertwines his fingers with yours, calloused thumb stroking your knuckles as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear. Akito feels so relax that it finds it unsettling, it's as if he never broke down from hearing his family argue— as if said struggles never existed in the first place.

Love is still poison to Akito, only you seem to make it appear so intoxicating— if it's you he'll allow himself to indulge in said venom, even if it puts his fragile heart at risk.

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Hello! Could I request Aventurine finding and getting jealous of the insane amount of plushies his lover made of him?

I can see him hissing at those plushies 😭😭😭 I giggled a lot writing this one, thank you for the request and I hope you like it!

Warning : fluff, very fluff, Aventurine showing his true feelings because he trust the reader enough to expose his inner self 😞, kissing

As you can see, Aventurine is a quite busy man and if he gets to know that you can somehow cope without his presence, he will be delighted. At first he found you making a plushie resembling his form utterly adorable. You spent your free time in your shared house customizing a doll resembling his form. His pink eyes, his fluffy blonde locks, even their outfit matches his in a simplified form!

It started at one plushie. He didn’t really pay attention about how many plushies there are, but seeing you happy with it makes him content. Sometimes you’re sending him an update of what you’re currently doing with your plushie and he thinks that he’s endearing. He’ll respond with a lighthearted text such as “You seem to have a lot of fun,” or “Should’ve been me!!”

With this in mind, he could leave you alone for one week in peace. You did tell him that you’re going to miss him so much, but being the IPC executive he is he can’t possibly cancel his scheduled business trip. Along his trip you keep sending him your daily activity along with those little versions of him. He noticed that their face or type changed frequently yet he paid no mind. Maybe it’s the lighting. He did give you his card info so you probably upgrade your plushie from time to time. The only thing he wants while he’s away for work is that he badly wants to go home and reunite with you. 

And that’s how it hit him. 

Finally he is able to come home safely, only to find a cat plushie with his color scheme resting on top of his shoe rack. Something is definitely off. Aventurine sneaked his way to your shared room. Are you sleeping? Usually you’re the one who’s the most ecstatic about the date where he came home, but to his surprise he didn’t get the greeting he was expecting. He quietly opens the door. There you are sleeping so peacefully while being surrounded by the unholy amount of plushies that looked like him. You’re hugging the biggest one there, half of your face stuffed on its face. 

An ugly green monster forms inside his heart. How dare they?!

Aventurine pouted at the sight, marching his way to the bed. As much as he despises these plushies now, he managed to patiently put them away from bed knowing you put a lot of effort into making or ordering these dolls of him. He had eventually cleaned the plushies out of your bed and he moved to the last one. The one you’re hugging so tightly. He tried to move your hand away from it, only for you to unconsciously hug it tighter. Aventurine’s frown got bigger. The doll’s beady eyes somehow mock him by how it smiles so tauntingly, just like how he always smiles in victory. It did win your attention though. 

With renewed determination, Aventurine managed to pull your humongous plushie from your embrace. You whined in your sleep at the loss of contact. He quickly replaces the spot with himself, hugging you tightly. His pout is clearly visible since the haunting face of the doll is still clear inside his head. You woke up at the unfamiliar feeling, only to find the real thing is now replacing the fluffy one. 

“Oh? Welcome back,” at first you’re confused at his unamused face but then the moment you realize that all of your plushies are no more on top of your bed, it clicks. You snickered at the thought of him putting away your plushies. 

“Is there anything bothering you?” 

“I don’t like my attention divided.”

“You’re away for so long, I need them to fill up the void!”

“Well now I’m here so you wouldn’t need them anymore,” He hugs you protectively. You found his jealous form cute, as he should. 

“The moment you’re away I’ve been kissing them you know, it’s your fault for not staying here-” Aventurine shushes you by kissing your lips. He’s really jealous alright. 

“Using my credit to have you kissing other men seems unethical, doesn’t it?” 

“They’re just a bunch of colored cotton, Aventurine”

“In a shape of a man,”

“And the man is you” he gives you a long face, earning a hearty laugh from you.

“Well at least I have the real thing to kiss now,” You tried to calm him by kissing his forehead. It seems to work as his expression is now softened and a faint pink appears on his cheeks. 

“We need to put those guys away,”

“NO!!!” 

Someone PLEASE tip me so I can buy my own Aventurine plushie NOW I GENUINELY WANT ONE *inhumane screeches*

AAAAAA I LOVE YOUR EX!DR. RATIO X READER X AVENTURINE STORY SMMMM

Can I request a part 2?? How does aventurine and readers relationship develop?? How do they get together?? How does RATIO of all people feel about it?? 👀 I'm at the edge of my seat with this storyline!!

You can feel free to deny of course <3

HAHAHAH YOU GET ME ANONN!! They are so interesting to write! Fortunately it was intended to be longer so I managed to write the second part ASAP UwU)9 Thank you for your request! I hope you like it <3

Word Count : 2,1k

Previous Part : https://www.tumblr.com/aventureen/742318009227558912/exdr-ratio-x-reader-x-aventurine-mostly?source=share

Veritas Ratio is quite certain that you'll come back to him. After all, you've left some of your belongings there. Surely you will come back to at least… pick them up? Until then, he had taken much of his time to try and formulate some words to interrogate you. He might even apologize, if it means that you'll come back to him. As much as he hates to admit it, having it without you feels… lonely. Not even a week has passed yet he can feel his house suddenly felt too big. 

He tried to contact you too, thrice, but you've ignored him. He'll get used to this, he thinks. How was his life without you before? It was fine, was it? He didn't even get those PhDs with your help. He had achieved it all by himself. Veritas Ratio is a man of his own, a mere break up won’t change anything in him. Track back to the next day after your break up, he accidentally made two portions of food for the first meal of the day so he ate it twice for the same day. And it also happened the next day. And the day after tomorrow. Maybe if you come visit him again, he'll have a meal ready for you. You even left your plates here. Did you eat well after you left him? Dr. Ratio growled at himself for sparing some thought about you. 

You're the one who left him. It's your loss, right? 

So uncharacteristically of Dr. Ratio, spending his time alone at his office felt so boring. It's so quiet. He can't be seen talking to himself, right? The way he walked around the faculty alone got him a few stares here and there, noting that he hasn't been walking with you these past few days. Nor anyone dared to question him about your well-being. 

You usually went home before he did so you can surprise (or not so surprise) him with dinner and a warm bath. Veritas Ratio felt like an idiot for unconsciously greets before entering his own house. Usually you enthusiastically greet him. He doesn't like to be seen if he's enjoying himself or not, so he just gave you a small nod. But it all went too fast, didn't it? Small mistakes crafted by years of relationship, it may take some time to get used to it. 

He went to the kitchen to get some water. Huh. You've left that stupid cat mug on the glass drawer. 

.・゜゜・

“Ouch!”

“What's wrong?!” 

“I've bought this cute mug but I didn't think that their ears would poke my eyes,” he rolled his eyes at your statement. 

“Just by looking at it, the shape of the mug is clearly inconvenient. A mug with a cat face and TWO pointy ears sticking out of the rim? I'm sure a kindergarten would be able to solve the math of risk by drinking out of that cup,” 

“But it's cute!” You shoved the thing to his face. 

“To be more clear, it's useless”

.・゜゜・

He grabbed his normal glass to pour some water before he walked out and sat himself on top of his couch inside the living room. Suddenly a random memory crosses his mind. It was a conversation on this couch. 

.・゜゜・

“Veritas,”

“What is it?”

“Do you love me?” He sighed at the question. 

“Before you ask a question, why don't you consider whether the answer has already been determined? If so, it's better for the two of us if such questions are not asked,” you frowned at his answer as he continued reading his book. 

.・゜゜・

“Of course I love you, you idiot” Dr. Ratio massages the side of his head in frustration. He had let you in his comfort zone, living on the same roof as him. What other feelings can determine that aside from love? 

Maybe he should really look for you. But the other part of him thinks that maybe you just need some time? Such a rushed reunion would just make the separation longer, wouldn't it? He missed you so much without himself realizing it. Can he just skip this whole distance situation to the part where you come back to him? 

He slapped his own face to get a grip of himself. How much time has he passed to think about someone that just left him? He should just finish the last book he abandoned since the moment you stepped out of his house. 

—

“I had a gut that you might charge me back for this,” Somehow Aventurine was able to show up the moment you checked out of your hotel. Of course he knows. He's the one who shells out for your bills. You felt bad the moment you knew the free meals you had weren't the hotel's condiment, rather it was all paid by the one and only Aventurine. Or that sudden offer of unlimited selection of liquor each night. Every day you spend here was sponsored by the blonde man and you cannot stress enough about how he really shouldn't do that. The two of you had grown quite close thanks to random chats, but never once did he mention this! 

“Hmm.. Then your gut is wrong! Treat it as a reward for being able to stand up for yourself,” He chuckled at your frustrated state. You inhale and exhale loudly before talking to him again. 

“So you really mean it? Because I mean it when I said that I don't want to get in trouble with you,”

“Hey, where's the trust from that night? I thought you trusted me. And all of that chats? What am I to you?” 

“I DID trust you, but this one involves some heft amount of credit and is it too skeptical of me to be worried about the IPC influence here?!” 

“You do have a point,”

“EXACTLY!”

“But worry not! It was my own spare credit,” he seems genuine by the statement, so all you can do is slump down further on the lounge's chair. Aventurine enjoys every outburst you made and he cannot contain his amusement. There is a huge silence since you're fighting yourself inside your mind and the man had only enjoyed the microshift in your expression. 

“... Thank you,” you let out a small gratitude as a conclusion of your internal monologue. Well, he didn't expect that. He didn't get that a lot. The only times he gets to hear it is when he actually forces it out from people. Like how he gave his underlings a promotion for their work. Is it bad if he wanted to hear it again? 

“I'm sorry? I wasn't paying attention,” Say it again. 

“Thank you,” You repeated it again, this time louder and with more confidence. Before he can respond (as if he has a proper one at the moment), you continued

“I might need that, actually. I have limited credits and even tho I haven't really found a suitable place, I was just about to downgrade to a cheaper hotel so I won't sleep on the streets. I'm in short of clients so I don't really had much choice. But since you've paid for it, I guess the least I can do is to thank you. I really appreciate your gesture,” you explained it to him with a smile. 

Oh. 

Somehow Aventurine feels like his body might explode. Was that paragraph really necessary? He might not be able to take it! He could've taken it better if you scold him or diss him for what he did, but this? 

“I… your welcome! It was nothing, really! It didn't cost more than an hour of work in my job,” He tried not to brag, but really, his brain (or heart) cannot process such thoughtful words. You chuckled before leaning back to your chair

“I get it Mr. Big shot, no need to spit it on me” You joked, earning him an awkward laugh. Did he offend you? Ooh boy, he really didn't want to mess things up with you, didn't he? But seeing that you still keep that warm face with you, he can consider himself safe. 

“Well, since you know how deep my pocket is, perhaps you'll let me help you find a place to live then? Somewhere comfortable?” or somewhere near his place? 

“I won't take any loan from the IPC if that's your main concern, thank you very much,” he faked a hurt expression. 

“How come you suddenly be this skeptical towards me?”

“You're one of the IPC's officials, who offers himself to help me find a place for rent. Do I need to elaborate?” Right. He hasn't really thought of a way to make you trust him as himself either. Aventurine seems to drink in your words before he thinks. 

“I mean it,”

“Ha?”

“I mean to help you, as…A friend! Wouldn't I want to cherish my friend by helping them when they need it?” He really hopes that you can catch his good intentions. 

“Friend, huh?” You're considering his offer. It's been a while since you really catch up or even spend some time with a close friend. When was the last time you contacted them anyway? You've been too occupied with Veritas Ratio to the point you've missed some things that used to be a part of essential things in life. But then again, it hasn't been long since you met this man and it's never bad to be too careful around the IPC workers. 

“But I thought you're a businessman yourself. In my notes, you've done quite a lot of things to me. Now you're offering more. What could possibly be there for me to benefit you?” You tried to talk your way to him without actually offending him. He didn't harm you at all too, it wouldn't be nice if you treat him as a rude stranger. Aventurine got caught off guard with your question. That's a rational question, but to be honest, he’s just as confused as you are. He himself doesn't know why he wanted to help you so badly. It turns out that you're not a millionaire, you're not even a person with a strong presence around planets. So why is he so eager to help you around? In terms of money, clearly there is nothing he can expect from you. If this is a gamble of money, he would've backed away earlier. Aventurine is no idiot. 

“Your time,” He finally answers. 

“To be honest, I cannot elaborate. I like the thought you spared for me. I like your attention. I like your trust. I like it when I talk to you. So, it's like, I buy your time?” He explains to you awkwardly. His words surprised you. 

“Really?”

“Your time benefits me. Yet I cannot find these… pleasant feeling of talking to you on anyone else. So that is why, I think, I tried my best to keep… squeezing your time for me, with ways that I am familiar with,” You can see him struggling to articulate his means and you find it endearing. Wait. Aren't you just weeping for Veritas Ratio a few nights ago? Whatever it is Aventurine did with you should be illegal. 

“So… will you consider me as your friend?” You cannot hide the smile that's starting to get permanent on your face. He looks so lost. Where did his smooth talks go? 

“How can I say no to such a heartfelt confession?” You giggled happily. He's too cute. 

“You could've just asked me if you want to be my friend, no need to waste that much of credit on me”

“The credits I spend for you isn't a waste,” he refutes. You raised one of your eyebrows. 

“Every credit I spend adds up your trust to me, so it's not a waste,” He's really helpless isn't he? You wanted to tease him further but you had mercy on him. 

“If that really is how you see me, I'm flattered,” you commented. You're starting to wonder what this man has been through to the point that he's this clueless. He seems to light up at your approval, his usual demeanor rebuilding. 

“So does this mean that you'll let me help you to find a place to stay?”

“Only if you say please,”

“Please? Let me help you?” His immediate reaction caught you off guard and you can feel your face heats up a bit. 

“Fine, I assume you'll have a larger database for landmarks?”

“Just count on me, I'll find the best one for you!”

“... And the most affordable one,”

“I can pay the rent for you too,”

“Please don't.”

A/N : IN MY DEFENSE as cunning as Aventurine can be, I think deep down he won't be able to comprehend affection?? Let alone from someone he likes?? I tried to word that out but I really hope it doesn't read that weird. Man's used to be treated like shit everywhere every time so I think it's natural for him to get all confused by someone who actually respects him as who he is (there’s a high chance of his brain malfunctioning).

Anyway, requests are still open and thank you for reading! You can ask for hcs or anything else too, I'll take literally anything at this point (as long as it's Aventurine) (or Dr. Ratio)

o(〃＾▽＾〃)o

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[Repost] Aventurine finding and getting jealous of the insane amount of plushies his lover made of him

Warning : Fluff, Aventurine showing his true feelings because he trust the reader enough to expose his inner self 😞, kissing

As you can see, Aventurine is a quite busy man and if he gets to know that you can somehow cope without his presence, he will be delighted. At first he found you making a plushie resembling his form utterly adorable. You spent your free time in your shared house customizing a doll resembling his form. His pink eyes, his fluffy blonde locks, even their outfit matches his in a simplified form!

It started at one plushie. He didn’t really pay attention about how many plushies there are, but seeing you happy with it makes him content. Sometimes you’re sending him an update of what you’re currently doing with your plushie and he thinks that he’s endearing. He’ll respond with a lighthearted text such as “You seem to have a lot of fun,” or “Should’ve been me!!”

With this in mind, he could leave you alone for one week in peace. You did tell him that you’re going to miss him so much, but being the IPC executive he is he can’t possibly cancel his scheduled business trip. Along his trip you keep sending him your daily activity along with those little versions of him. He noticed that their face or type changed frequently yet he paid no mind. Maybe it’s the lighting. He did give you his card info so you probably upgrade your plushie from time to time. The only thing he wants while he’s away for work is that he badly wants to go home and reunite with you. 

And that’s how it hit him. 

Finally he is able to come home safely, only to find a cat plushie with his color scheme resting on top of his shoe rack. Something is definitely off. Aventurine sneaked his way to your shared room. Are you sleeping? Usually you’re the one who’s the most ecstatic about the date where he came home, but to his surprise he didn’t get the greeting he was expecting. He quietly opens the door. There you are sleeping so peacefully while being surrounded by the unholy amount of plushies that looked like him. You’re hugging the biggest one there, half of your face stuffed on its face. 

An ugly green monster forms inside his heart. How dare they?!

Aventurine pouted at the sight, marching his way to the bed. As much as he despises these plushies now, he managed to patiently put them away from bed knowing you put a lot of effort into making or ordering these dolls of him. He had eventually cleaned the plushies out of your bed and he moved to the last one. The one you’re hugging so tightly. He tried to move your hand away from it, only for you to unconsciously hug it tighter. Aventurine’s frown got bigger. The doll’s beady eyes somehow mock him by how it smiles so tauntingly, just like how he always smiles in victory. It did win your attention though. 

With renewed determination, Aventurine managed to pull your humongous plushie from your embrace. You whined in your sleep at the loss of contact. He quickly replaces the spot with himself, hugging you tightly. His pout is clearly visible since the haunting face of the doll is still clear inside his head. You woke up at the unfamiliar feeling, only to find the real thing is now replacing the fluffy one. 

“Oh? Welcome back,” at first you’re confused at his unamused face but then the moment you realize that all of your plushies are no more on top of your bed, it clicks. You snickered at the thought of him putting away your plushies. 

“Is there anything bothering you?” 

“I don’t like my attention divided.”

“You’re away for so long, I need them to fill up the void!”

“Well now I’m here so you wouldn’t need them anymore,” He hugs you protectively. You found his jealous form cute, as he should. 

“The moment you’re away I’ve been kissing them you know, it’s your fault for not staying here-” Aventurine shushes you by kissing your lips. He’s really jealous alright. 

“Using my credit to have you kissing other men seems unethical, doesn’t it?” 

“They’re just a bunch of colored cotton, Aventurine”

“In a shape of a man,”

“And the man is you” he gives you a long face, earning a hearty laugh from you.

“Well at least I have the real thing to kiss now,” You tried to calm him by kissing his forehead. It seems to work as his expression is now softened and a faint pink appears on his cheeks. 

“We need to put those guys away,”

“NO!!!”

This one was a request but somehow it didn't make it to the Aventurine tag so I reposted it because I love this one :(( Thank you for reading~

Confessions Series - Part 2: Description [Genshin Impact Male Characters]

In a nutshell: He asks if you have your eyes set on someone. You start describing HIS features and watch for his reaction. (Hint: He likes you too)

Other works in this series: (Part 1 - Overheard)

Warnings: The usual, haven't written in a while, please forgive mistakes, bit of angst in Diluc (couldn't help it), I am a sleep deprived mother, some profanity, for some reason did not feel like writing Zhongli though he's one of my faves.

Characters: Aether, Albedo, Alhaitham, Ayato, Baizhu, Bennett, Chongyun, Cyno, Dainsleif, Diluc, Gaming, Heizou, Itto, Kaeya, Lyney, Neuvillette, Scaramouche, Tartaglia, Wriothesley, Xiao, gn!reader

Personal Favourites: Diluc, Wriothesley

Aether

"Yeah, I do," you start. "He's very selfless...He's always running around helping other people,"

Aether nods, intense gaze in his eyes while listening.

"Hmm...He has...a partner. Like a companion he always travels with..."

Aether's brows start to furrow and his head tilts the slightest bit. Paimon flying next to him has no clue who it is whatsoever.

"He's not originally from Teyvat...He's on a journey, you see..." this is where you start getting nervous

You see it click in Aether's head slowly, and his eyes start to widen the slightest bit

"Hey, that sounds an awful lot like you, traveller! Why have we never met this person before, Y/N?" Paimon asks and you only smile.

"P-Paimon," Aether glances at her and then back to you. It's silent for a moment. Paimon is super confused.

But Aether being Aether didn't want to get the wrong idea and racks up the courage to ask you one last question. "He's on a journey...to look for his twin sister?"

You smile the brightest smile you've ever given him. "Correct!"

"Ah...Well..." Aether starts to feel the heat on his cheeks. "That's..." he doesn't say anything else for a few seconds. "Don't get me wrong, I'm just...I'm happy!"

Is basically flustered when he realizes you've technically just confessed to him.

Albedo

"Simply put, I think he's dedicated to his craft," You shrug and smile

"...An admirable trait," he responds.

"He's frequently in Dragonspine. He spends a bit of time in his lab there," you decide to just go straight for the obvious.

Albedo pauses. "I...see..." Turns to you with a small smile "I wasn't aware that you were that fond of me,"

"Now you know," you simply say and try to play it off with a wave of your hand.

He chuckles under his breath and strides over to you while saying. "Well then, I suppose it's my turn to talk about the person I've set my eyes on,"

Proceeds to describe you accurately, down to your likes and dislikes. In his eyes, you seem like something so precious and you can't help but feel a bit embarrassed.

Alhaitham

"Hmm... Sort of," you explain. "He's a little...hard to reach,"

Alhaitham "...and you still pursue him?"

You laugh a bit "I'm hardly pursuing him, I'm just...observing. I like watching him, even though he has the most unreadable face I've seen,"

Alhaitham goes quiet for a moment. He catches on fast, he already has an idea but is cautious about what he says. "...I see," he doesn't ask anything else, but you continue to offer information.

"He likes reading. Really smart guy...but kind of no nonsense type. Very straight to the point," You begin to feel a little nervous so you pretend to read your own book with a small shrug.

The silence is deafening.

"I suspect that type of person will be hard to put up with," he suddenly says aloud and you chuckle in response.

"Possibly, but he seems to be putting up with me too...I guess?"

He suddenly closes his book and leans forward to pry the one in your hands away. He locks his gaze with you. "...'Putting up' is hardly the word I would use." his lips twitch the slightest bit before continuing. "He has little to no patience for other people...so if he keeps you around...perhaps it signals something else,"

"Something else...As in, I'm special?"

Again he quiets for a moment, before he stands up, chair scraping the floor. "...Precisely," he turns to start walking out of the library, waving a hand behind him. "I'll pick you up in the morning tomorrow,"

Ayato

"I do, but he's a very busy sort of man,"

Ayato "Is that so?" he pours tea for you.

"Quite. He's also a very important person,"

He hums and watches the billowing steam from the tea. "It sounds as if I might know this person," but he genuinely doesn't know it's him, he just thinks its another noble.

"...You most definitely know him. He has a sister. Lovely girl." This is where you avert your gaze from him in fear of him instantly connecting the dots.

He talks in pauses "A...sister..." His mind is starting to make connections but he can't be quite sure yet. So he prods further. "...Does she happen to have a vision?"

"A cryo vision holder, yes," you're biting the inside of your lip at this point. There's a moment of silence before you hear Ayato laughing rather gleefully, like he was amused by a story.

"I see." he ends with a chuckle. "I apologize for being so busy, Y/N," he smiles at you "I promise I'll do my best to arrange my priorities in order to spend more time with you,"

Baizhu

"He takes his job too seriously and can be quite reckless...Sometimes he even puts himself in danger,"

Changsheng catches on immediately. The snake had already known for a while. Baizhu was just being dense. "Oh here we go," the snake half whines.

Baizhu gives it a weird look before turning his attention back to you. "That does sound reckless,"

"I've told him a couple of times to think about himself too...but I guess he's just really passionate about his job,"

Baizhu sort of shrugs, "What IS his job?"

"...Well for starters he owns a pharmacy around town,"

To Baizhu the realization hits all too slowly. It's not that he was slow or dense, but he was having a hard time believing that it was him you were talking about, specially when you hadn't said it outfront.

"...You do realize I'm the only one who owns a pharmacy around town?" he asks, eyes piercing through you and awaiting your answer.

Changsheng is the one who answers for you. "Yes you ridiculous doctor, Y/N's pertaining to you!"

It's the first time you've seen him blush and he turns his head away when he does so. "I-I see, well...that's rather, unexpected...but not unwelcome,"

Clears his throat "Just give me a moment"

Changsheng would roll its eyes if it could.

Bennett

"Has a lot of energy...Sometimes I wonder where he gets all of it. I really like him for that though."

Deflates as soon as you start talking about your "crush". What kind of answer was he expecting anyway? That you had eyes for him?

"He has a bit of a...problem when it comes to luck," you continue

Bennett stops, you look at him and you can practically see the gears in his head starting to turn a little faster.

"Y-Y/N? Are you talking about..." then the gears suddenly stop. "Oh what am I saying, it can't be. Ahahaha! Let's go!" starts walking again as if nothing happened

Your jaw drops and you're forced to just DIRECTLY tell him you're talking about him.

"...Oh...Oh! F-For real?! Oh...Sorry... I just thought... there's no way! B-But, I'm really glad! Really!"

Chongyun

"Hmm...He's a little shy...but he's very responsible,"

Chongyun stares at you intently and nods as if taking notes.

"He doesn't like spicy stuff,"

Chongyun nods twice, eagerly.

"He's very dedicated in learning about thaumaturgy,"

Chongyun blanks out, brows furrow but still nods. Slowly.

"He's really good with a claymore too!"

Chongyun stops and stares at you, you see a hint of red gracing his cheeks "Y/N...You can't possibly be...talking about... m-m-m-"

Can't seem to say it, so you outright say that it is, in fact, him.

Combusts into a tomato red

Cyno

"How do I say this...He's a pretty strict guy." The two of you are playing Invokation TCG during this convo.

"Mmhmm..." Cyno is focused on his cards, frankly he doesn't give a craps ass who you're into. He didn't even know why he asked, he just dug himself a hole.

"...but he really only takes his work seriously. It's his job to be serious, I guess. I think that's what Matras need to do," he finished his turn and its yours now, though he's still studying his cards intently. Until you get to the Matra part.

"He's a Matra?" You rarely see a surprised face on Cyno so you focus your gaze on him. "Which one?" He further asks. Honestly he looks about to murder someone.

You blank out a bit at how intense his stare was, "Well...You know. That one, the one who's really into Invokation TCG,"

He immediately follows up without missing a beat "I don't know anyone else who's into--" then it clicks.

It was so damn silent for a good 10 seconds. You clear your throat, tear your eyes off him "Um, it's your turn,"

STILL doesn't budge until he finally goes back to his cards with a whisper, you can't really tell but he looks slightly bashful and you can barely, BARELY hear him "...If I win then we go on a date,"

"Okay, and if you lose?"

Cyno "...I'm not gunna lose,"

"See, I told you he's a really serious guy,"

Dainsleif

"I think he's a very dedicated person," you get lost in thought a little, thinking about him. "Whenever I look at him...Sometimes I feel as if there's a certain sadness in him... Perhaps he blames himself for not being able to protect his nation,"

He IMMEDIATELY knows. And he knows that you hurt for him too. How could he not?

"He searches for answers... I don't know for how long, I suppose a long, long time," you close your eyes, imagining how long he must have been wandering Teyvat.

You only open your eyes when you feel a hand brush against yours. He's looking straight at you, neither happy nor sad. "...You don't have to feel that way, for my circumstances,"

The brush against your hand disappears and reappears next to your cheek, his fingers gently resting on it "...Knowing that you feel that way, has taken away some of the burden that I shoulder,"

His gaze suddenly hardens and his voice drops to a whisper, "But please, just don't end up in the same way as everyone else,"

Diluc (I don't know why I end up writing a whole novel for this guy. I guess he's my OG favourite)

You pause for a moment, wondering how to describe Diluc. "...Sometimes... I feel as if I know a lot about him and yet... he's still far off in the distance,"

Diluc, rifling through paperwork, doesn't even look at you. "...That tells me nothing about him," there's a bit of bite in his statement.

You sigh a little, "I mean, simply said he's a hardworking man. He always has Mondstadt's best interests in mind...but he prefers to work alone,"

He's silent, but you can still hear the paper shuffling.

"....but people love him. They care for him. I suppose I understand why he keeps a distance but..." at this point you don't even realize that you're just rambling and staring into space. Sort of in a daze of thinking out loud. "...isn't it lonely? ...I suppose I shouldn't assume how he feels. Maybe he's fine with it...I just wonder how long till he sees us..." there's silence, no ruffle of papers, you're still just staring at the bookshelf and you continue in a monotone voice. "...or sees me,"

You blink, and all of a sudden its as if a magic spell is cast on you and you wake up to the reality that you've been rambling about him. You sit up straight "Oh," then turn to him with a careful smile. You don't think he knows what or who you're talking about anyway. "I better get going," you stand, "Jean must be waiting for me."

You leave, and he doesn't stop you.

You don't really think anything of it, feeling as if your whole monologue was very vague...but to your surprise he knocks at your door in the evening, there's a bit of rain falling.

"Diluc? You're drenche--"

"I see you,"

The determination in his voice lulls you to keep quiet and only stare up at him, wondering if he had more to say, but instead of saying something, he leans in, wrapping his arms around you and resting his forehead on your shoulder, as if he had been defeated.

You only welcome his embrace, and, for the first time in a long time. Diluc finally feels like he's home.

Gaming

"Passion!" You nod your head as you say it. "He knows what he wants to do and is incredibly dedicated to it!"

Gaming looks surprised, has no idea you're talking about him. "Huh! That's really cool!" He thinks he's the total opposite. "Wish I could be as dedicated as him."

You kind of laugh out loud and he raises his eyebrows and tilts his head. "What?"

"Gosh you really sell yourself short," you shake your head "Anyway, this guy, right, he kinda works two jobs," you put out your hand to count one and two "One, for the Secure Transport Agency and two, he's in a Wushou Troupe,"

Gaming instantly straightens his back and looks at you wide-eyed. You figure you had to be direct when it came to him otherwise he'd never get it with how modest he was.

"...You're...talking about...me?" You smile at him sympathetically.

"You know, Gaming, I wish you saw yourself the way others saw you. You're a great person,"

Big smile, but legit looks like he's about to cry. "Between the two of us? I think you're greater Y/N,"

Heizou

"...Honestly he's kind of a flirt," you raise your eyebrows at the fact and kind of question yourself why you like this kind of person. "Makes me wonder if he does that to everyone, you know?"

Heizou hums and puts his hand under his chin in a "thinking position"

"That's not enough evidence to go by. Perhaps we can investigate this guy together to see if he's worthy,"

You look at him, pursing your lips while musing and giving him a suspicious look. You're not sure if he's figured it out.

He's got no idea. I mean, it was a pretty general description. "Any distinguishing features?" he asks.

You look at him in a deadpan manner. "Red hair, I guess. And moles under his eyes,"

He looks back at you with a matching blank face.

Then breaks into a wide, close eyed grin. "I see! From experience, that person is truly trustworthy,"

You sigh a little, "Is he though?"

He chuckles heartily. "I promise you he is," offers you his hand with a genuine smile. "Let me show you,"

Itto

"Ummm... big, tall, strong looking guy. Intimidating at first look but he's actually a dork," you explain.

Itto crosses his arms above his chest with an unamused face. "Tch! No way! Ain't no one taller than me in Inazuma!" Then he looks smug again. "Anyway, keep goin'. What else?" Only asked you because he wants to see what your "type" is.

"...Popular? Nah... Infamous is the word, I think. He kinda gets into a lot of trouble,"

Itto raises a brow "You serious? Whaddyou want with someone like that?" as if he wasn't a troublemaker himself.

"I mean... He also loves life and somehow always sees the good side of things."

Itto "Eh... guess that's a good thing..." folds his arms behind his head and huffs.

This guy is never gunna get it so you drop more obvious hints. "He's an oni who has his own gang."

For a split second he looked like he was going to get it, and then... "WHAT?! There's another oni who wants to challenge the Arataki Gang?"

"That's not what I--"

punches his fist onto his palm "Lead the way Y/N, let me at 'em!"

"I'm talking about you!"

"Huh?"

"Itto, there's no other oni around town!" leave it to him to make you exasperated.

He quiets for a few seconds. "...But Y/N..."

You expectantly stare at him, curious what he was going to say about your confession.

"...Did you just call me a dork?"

Of course that's what he picks up on.

When he finally processes it though, he's stoked and on an all time high.

Kaeya

"...good at talking to people, and he knows it... Exudes charisma like he breathes air," You're saying this with a glare.

He chuckles and rests his head on his fist. "Why, pray tell, do you look angry when saying that?"

"Not angry..." you mumble under your breath, eyes trailing away from him. "Just... probably a lot of people like him,"

"And you don't like that?" He smirks. He totally knows.

"...No...Well...I'm okay with it... It's just... I think he's so much more than what he shows to others,"

That, he wasn't expecting. He actually feels genuinely touched.

"Sure he jokes around a lot...Is good at making people feel comfortable...but he's also kind...and you can always count on him," there's a faraway gaze in your eyes now, a small smile on your face. "To me, he's...a safe space."

Kaeya's smile drops. It looks like he's unhappy and you think that maybe you've made a mistake. Still...there's no way he knows that it's him, right? It was kinda vague...

You're about to stand and excuse yourself but he catches your wrist easily. "...You know..." he starts, meeting you eye to eye. He looks at you as if he's looking into your soul, his eyes the gentlest you've seen them.

"You make it so hard, not to fall deeper in love with you,"

Lyney (I have no idea how this ended up so dramatic)

"He isn't exactly a trickster...but he has a lot of tricks up his sleeve,"

Lyney "Oh?" Raises an eyebrow. Something kind of clicks in him, but he shakes it off. "The good kind or the bad kind?"

You stall a little, thinking of the answer, knowing that he's Fatui. "The...good...kind,"

"You don't sound very sure," he gives you a lopsided smile.

"It's complicated," you admit. "Regardless of the circumstances though, I think he's a great magician,"

You watch his face turn into surprise quite quickly, but he still looks and feels unsure of himself. "Oh, perhaps...I can learn a thing or two from him?"

Your smile turns forced and hard. He can't be serious? He STILL doesn't know, or...what?

"I...Well..." You don't know what to say next, but he seems to get the idea.

"Sorry, have I put you in a hard place? Ahaha..." Scratches the back of his head. "My apologies, I was just curious,"

This, for some reason, really puts you off and you feel as if you've been rejected, even though you technically had not outright told him that you're talking about him.

It seems silly for you to get upset, but you are. So you stand, and make a request of him. "Can we... just pretend this conversation didn't happen?" and you give him some sort of excuse that you need to run an errand or something, and you're off, leaving him feeling...guilty. But he doesn't know why. Or does he?

Lyney would look like the type of person who would be confident about himself. But, really, as a magician, he had to be 1000% sure about something before he went ahead with it, and so...that's where his doubt stemmed from.

Lynnette is really the one who knocks some sense into him. "...and you...let Y/N leave?" after hearing the story from him.

"Oh, Lyney... Regardless of what Y/N feels... For you, next to Freminet and I, is there someone else that you love dearly?"

That's how he ends up at your doorstep. Though you've seen his disappearing rose trick hundreds of times, he was the most sincere at that moment, when he says sorry that he didn't get the hint and to give him a chance.

Neuvillette

"Serious person. He seems to put his work first, above all else," you say. "I respect him a lot for that,"

Neuvillette is interested in what you say, but doesn't know at all that it's him. "He does sound quite respectable," he says while looking through some files.

"A long time ago he said that he feels like he's an outsider...but really I feel like there isn't anyone who knows Fontaine the way that he does,"

Neuvillette, moves the file he was reading downwards, just to look at you questioningly. "He's from Fontaine?" this was surprising to him.

"Well...he currently resides in Fontaine, yes," you nod.

"Ah," he answered curtly. "And I have never met him?" he asks.

"...He's very busy." you bite your lip, about to say something and you know that the next sentence is the point of no return. "He's the Iudex...so it's hard to catch him,"

You swear you can hear your heart hammering in your chest.

You see him put his files down and just stare at you with a sort of...unsure look.

His shoulders relax, he wasn't even aware he had been tense that whole time. "That... must have taken a lot of consideration and courage to say," he clears his throat.

You only nod your head slowly, moving your gaze away from him with an awkward smile. Hand absentmindedly grabbing a book and flipping through the pages...you had no idea what you were doing out of nervousness.

"I apologize...I'm unfamiliar with what to do in these kinds of situations... However," he pauses and seems to think carefully about what he was going to say next. "Please don't take it as a rejection. I'd be honored to navigate this with you, if you would so graciously have me,"

Scaramouche

"He's an asshole," you bite back a laugh.

He instantly knows.

"Actually he acts all tough only to give in to his inner-kind-of-agreeable-personality,"

He snorts

"What? Am I wrong?" you challenge him. You KNOW that he knows. The two of you have been hovering around each other for a while, and there's a certain closeness between the two of you. Though that line was never crossed.

He doesn't answer you back but prods you more. "Is that all? You like that he's an asshole? Are you some type of masochist?"

You almost laugh. "No, you moron. I'm saying he has a weird way of showing he cares. He's always biting my head about not being careful enough. But if he really didn't care he wouldn't be screaming at me, you know what I mean?"

Scaramouche grumbles something under his breath and crosses his arms, turning away from you.

"Say that again?" You ask, not hearing what he said.

"...I said, you're not as stupid as I thought you were," shrugs his concealed embarrassment off and turns back to you all nonchalant again. "Anyway, stop yapping and get going, we got things to do,"

Snatches your hand and starts pulling you to walk with him.

Tartaglia (I feel like this is ridiculously short but I also feel like Tartaglia would have known a LONG time ago if the two of you had the feels for each other)

"Oh man...Probably the most reckless man I know,"

Also knows. Instantly. But shuts his mouth just so he can listen to you talk about him, but it gets deep real quick.

"In my opinion he's a handsome guy. Real charming," you smirk the tiniest bit. "but I don't know if I can keep up with him, honestly. It's a little hard not knowing when he's going to come back...or if he's even gunna come back at all,"

You weren't going to hide the fact that you were scared shitless he didn't return from Fontaine for ages. You legitimately thought he had died.

Tartaglia stops you there, by suddenly cradling your cheek. "Y/N," he's wearing a pained expression. "I'm sorry,"

"Don't be, it's your job, right?" You reassure him, and shrug.

He sighs "Yes, but I'll promise this to you as I've promised my family," he smiles, the most confident smile you've seen on him. Even more confident than when he wields his blades. "I'll come back to you, I always will,"

Wriothesley

"Er... How do I say this... He kind of has some... big boss energy?"

"Oh?" he sips at his tea, glancing at you while he looks at today's paper. "So he's a bigshot?" he asks curiously.

"Somewhat, yes. Intimidating at first look, but...he just has a great sense of responsibility," you pick at the selection of cakes and cookies he has.

"Huh," he lets out in a quick huff. In the deepest, DEEPEST parts of his mind there is a NANOSECOND that he thinks its him but it gets erased so quickly he's not even sure that he had thought about it.

"Sounds like a good person... Any interesting, weird quirks?" he grins as he says this, yet again glancing at your expression.

Your lips tremble a bit at what you're about to say, because you're SURE he was going to get it once you say it. You gulp and feel the hairs at the back of your neck stand before you say out loud "He likes tea. I kind of wonder if it's an addiction," you can't meet his eyes.

He's looking at the paper he's reading but nothing.registers.in.his.brain.its.like.it.stopped.working.

You shift in the uncomfortable silence but he calmly folds up the newspaper and places it on his table. "...I'm inclined to ask, because it would be embarrassing if I got the wrong idea,"

"Mmhmm," you pop a cookie in your mouth to distract yourself.

"By any chance, are you...talking about me?"

"Mm," you nod your head, still not looking at him and glue your eyes on the cookies instead, out of embarrassment.

Suddenly chuckles. You brave a peek at him, now covering his eyes with a single hand, head tipped back to rest on his chair.

You're not sure if that's a good or bad thing.

"Sorry, no, it's just... I didn't think it would happen this way." Visibly takes in a big breath and sighs it out slowly. Seems to have regained his composure and is back to his confident self, smiling at you. "Thanks Y/N, I... don't think it's much of a secret that I enjoy your company too. I'm just a little embarrassed that you beat me to it...some big boss energy huh?"

Xiao

"...He takes on everything by himself. I worry about him," You look at the stars as you say this. Xiao doesn't say anything.

"But I'm glad that he's opening up a lot more now. It's great to see him among friends,"

Xiao has a feeling at this point, that its him you're talking about, but he still doesn't say anything and keeps his gaze in front of him rather than on you.

"Yes, the road in front of him is long but...he's also already come a long way," you sigh a little "The time of Rex Lapis has long gone, but he still sticks to his principles. I think his dedication is part of what I like about him,"

This is when he turns to you, blank look on his face, contemplating on what to do. When you turn to meet his gaze, its then that he decides to bridge the gap between the two of you, shoulder to shoulder, leaning in sideways to catch your lips in a chaste and rather shy kiss.

"You should give a bit of credit to yourself, for putting up with me all these years, Y/N,"

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