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I am gonna ask every single content creator I follow bc I am desperate. I have read at some point an au with a creator reader with the harbingers all over her making sure she is not getting bored and entertaining her and the tsaritsa being too ashamed to show her face after kidnapping the creator. I dont remember who made it, how long has it been since I read it or the name. If anybody knows, please help, I have been loonking for it for iver 2 weeks now😭(All I know is that its on tumblr
I don't know about it ? Doesn't ring a bell. But , I will do my best to try and find any posts that seem closest to it. I'll let you know if I find it because I know how frustrating it can be to read something good and then just never find it again ,, it sucks.
Try out the ` fatui x reader ` , ` sagau fatui x reader ` , ` sagau genshin x reader ` , ` yandere fatui x reader sagau ` tags. They might help in your search.
Feel free to let me know if you find it , but until then , I'll do my best to find it when I have spare time. If I manage to find something that matches what you're looking for , I'll let you know through your inbox , unless you'd prefer I let you know through a private message instead ?
#when.angels.cry#cranberry.ichor#genshin impact#help#sagau#I have read a couple of sagau brainrots written out on here the past days#so i'll see if any of them matches what you're looking for#because honestly#considering how much i read#one of them could've been it#genshin impact x reader#yandere genshin impact#fatui harbingers#fatui x reader#yandere fatui
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aww what if scara’s darling copied his red eye makeup, whether to catch him off guard or because of boredom
at first, scara's narrowing his eyes because hm. there's something different about you. he sees you everyday, he could accurately describe you from memory for any artist commissioned to paint your likeness. this familiarity has even the slightest change in your appearance sticking out like a sore thumb. seriously, you could change lip balms and he'd notice. he's weird like that.
with this in mind, you assumed he'd immediately point out the rouge pigment painted around your eyes. instead, he marched up to you, taking your chin in his unnaturally cold hand for an impromptu examination. after observing you from every possible angle, it hits him. the color, the shape, the placement—
—he blushes and sputters some incoherent spiel about 'ulterior motives' and 'shamelessness.' don't take the insults personally, the poor puppet is malfunctioning. for you to have replicated it this well, you must've studied him at length. did you find him handsome? had you noticed he changed his conditioner, giving his hair a glossier finish?
these thoughts run rampant in his overclocked brain.
good luck trying to convince him you did this out of boredom. he's convinced this is a subconscious sign of attraction, any evidence supporting the contrary goes in one ear and out the other. the power of delusion is unmatched.
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"PUPPY." / SEPHIROTH
You can't help the way your heart races as your wrists are held firmly apart, your body squirming in the mattress's sheets as reflex.
Your mind is unable to distinguish no longer whether your heart beats out of fear, anticipation, or arousal.
But you figure it doesn't matter, when warm lips descend onto yours, one hand firmly holding both of your wrists as the other tilts your head up enough to force your gaze to meet your captor's.
Long, silver and snowy locks cascade over his shoulders and onto your bare body, tongue teasing at the seams of your lips. Your brows slightly furrow at the feeling, what sounds like a muffled whine slipping from your mouth.
You don't necessarily have to look at him — you can feel how that knowing smirk starts to curve on his lips. The bastard. As if it weren't enough, he just only slightly bites down on your lower lip, forcing you to part your lips, and he well enough takes advantage of that second, his tongue sliding inside your mouth, teasing you gradually.
It doesn't take much for you to start cracking under the pressure. The wet muscle explores deftly the cavern of your mouth, before intertwining with your tongue, pulling more than just a few, involuntary moans.
He has known you long enough to know what makes you tick, what you ache for, what you need, what you want, and he's all the more willing to use it against you.
In his eyes, there is nothing more satisfying than to see the resolve of your defiance crumble in mere seconds when exposed to any semblance of intimacy from his touch.
Any attempt to convince him of your hatred is met with only a tilt of his head and a teasing smirk he's learned you etched into your memory.
He knows how many times you've left sleepless, your dreams haunted by his voice.
He knows how many times you've flinched, hallucinated his presence that just always seems to linger nearby, sharp mako eyes trained on your figure wherever you go.
You seem so very convinced that you despise him, that it's almost amusing how quick you fall for his touch. It's an alluring embrace, one which you don't know whether to fear or crave.
But you know for certain that he won't let you out of it.
His imposing frame leans over your body, casting a shadow as his eyes scan your body. He can well feel the wetness pooling in between your thighs, as he can too feel how you shudder as his hot breath caresses your neck — what an endearingly, naughty little thing you are — begging for his touch.
His lips meet yours once more, what sounds like his name leaving your throat as he kisses you with fervent passion. Your cheeks are tainted red, the crimson hue spreading to your chest.
Your flushed face is more than enough to let him know that you like this, even if you say otherwise — your body speaks enough to let him know what you truly think of the situation, and his own growing arousal heightens the sinful atmosphere set by lust.
By now, you're almost desperately whining into his lips, begging for a breath of fresh air, as his tongue searches for yours eagerly, lips sealed tight onto yours.
Only briefly does he stop to look down as your chest heaves, your mouth open, releasing puffs of air. He chuckles softly, amused, the quiet, sinister laugh reverberating through his chest, emitting a subtle rumble that you feel as his chest presses onto yours.
" You're practically panting. "
He scoffs, amusedly, as you try to catch your breath, which doesn't ever seem to work, as he leans in closer, lips ghosting a kiss to your earlobe as hot breath hits you, tongue deliberately tracing the edges of your ear's soft borders, their tips darkening with a faint, red hue.
He can tell you're excited — a faint whimper escapes your lips as he continues teasing the edge of your ear, the hand previously holding your throat going up to run itself through your hair.
You only wish you could stop falling for his lascivious allure — that you could stop acting so obsequious when he so clearly loves your submission.
" Such a puppy, you are. "
Oh, how he has you wrapped around his finger.
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"PUPPY." / SEPHIROTH
You can't help the way your heart races as your wrists are held firmly apart, your body squirming in the mattress's sheets as reflex.
Your mind is unable to distinguish no longer whether your heart beats out of fear, anticipation, or arousal.
But you figure it doesn't matter, when warm lips descend onto yours, one hand firmly holding both of your wrists as the other tilts your head up enough to force your gaze to meet your captor's.
Long, silver and snowy locks cascade over his shoulders and onto your bare body, tongue teasing at the seams of your lips. Your brows slightly furrow at the feeling, what sounds like a muffled whine slipping from your mouth.
You don't necessarily have to look at him — you can feel how that knowing smirk starts to curve on his lips. The bastard. As if it weren't enough, he just only slightly bites down on your lower lip, forcing you to part your lips, and he well enough takes advantage of that second, his tongue sliding inside your mouth, teasing you gradually.
It doesn't take much for you to start cracking under the pressure. The wet muscle explores deftly the cavern of your mouth, before intertwining with your tongue, pulling more than just a few, involuntary moans.
He has known you long enough to know what makes you tick, what you ache for, what you need, what you want, and he's all the more willing to use it against you.
In his eyes, there is nothing more satisfying than to see the resolve of your defiance crumble in mere seconds when exposed to any semblance of intimacy from his touch.
Any attempt to convince him of your hatred is met with only a tilt of his head and a teasing smirk he's learned you etched into your memory.
He knows how many times you've left sleepless, your dreams haunted by his voice.
He knows how many times you've flinched, hallucinated his presence that just always seems to linger nearby, sharp mako eyes trained on your figure wherever you go.
You seem so very convinced that you despise him, that it's almost amusing how quick you fall for his touch. It's an alluring embrace, one which you don't know whether to fear or crave.
But you know for certain that he won't let you out of it.
His imposing frame leans over your body, casting a shadow as his eyes scan your body. He can well feel the wetness pooling in between your thighs, as he can too feel how you shudder as his hot breath caresses your neck — what an endearingly, naughty little thing you are — begging for his touch.
His lips meet yours once more, what sounds like his name leaving your throat as he kisses you with fervent passion. Your cheeks are tainted red, the crimson hue spreading to your chest.
Your flushed face is more than enough to let him know that you like this, even if you say otherwise — your body speaks enough to let him know what you truly think of the situation, and his own growing arousal heightens the sinful atmosphere set by lust.
By now, you're almost desperately whining into his lips, begging for a breath of fresh air, as his tongue searches for yours eagerly, lips sealed tight onto yours.
Only briefly does he stop to look down as your chest heaves, your mouth open, releasing puffs of air. He chuckles softly, amused, the quiet, sinister laugh reverberating through his chest, emitting a subtle rumble that you feel as his chest presses onto yours.
" You're practically panting. "
He scoffs, amusedly, as you try to catch your breath, which doesn't ever seem to work, as he leans in closer, lips ghosting a kiss to your earlobe as hot breath hits you, tongue deliberately tracing the edges of your ear's soft borders, their tips darkening with a faint, red hue.
He can tell you're excited — a faint whimper escapes your lips as he continues teasing the edge of your ear, the hand previously holding your throat going up to run itself through your hair.
You only wish you could stop falling for his lascivious allure — that you could stop acting so obsequious when he so clearly loves your submission.
" Such a puppy, you are. "
Oh, how he has you wrapped around his finger.
#cranberry.ichor#vanilla.cream#sephiroth x you#sephiroth x reader#sephiroth x female reader#final fantasy vii sephiroth#ffvii sephiroth#final fantasy 7 sephiroth#ffvii x reader#sephiroth x reader ffvii#yandere#yandere x reader#male yandere#yandere male#yandere boyfriend#yandere sephiroth#yandere ffvii#yandere sephiroth x reader#yandere ffvii x reader#mildly nsfw#sephiroth ff7#final fantasy 7#ffvii#final fantasy vii#ff7#suggestive#tw: suggestive#female reader#tw: sex mention#sexual insinuations
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"PUPPY." / SEPHIROTH
You can't help the way your heart races as your wrists are held firmly apart, your body squirming in the mattress's sheets as reflex.
Your mind is unable to distinguish no longer whether your heart beats out of fear, anticipation, or arousal.
But you figure it doesn't matter, when warm lips descend onto yours, one hand firmly holding both of your wrists as the other tilts your head up enough to force your gaze to meet your captor's.
Long, silver and snowy locks cascade over his shoulders and onto your bare body, tongue teasing at the seams of your lips. Your brows slightly furrow at the feeling, what sounds like a muffled whine slipping from your mouth.
You don't necessarily have to look at him — you can feel how that knowing smirk starts to curve on his lips. The bastard. As if it weren't enough, he just only slightly bites down on your lower lip, forcing you to part your lips, and he well enough takes advantage of that second, his tongue sliding inside your mouth, teasing you gradually.
It doesn't take much for you to start cracking under the pressure. The wet muscle explores deftly the cavern of your mouth, before intertwining with your tongue, pulling more than just a few, involuntary moans.
He has known you long enough to know what makes you tick, what you ache for, what you need, what you want, and he's all the more willing to use it against you.
In his eyes, there is nothing more satisfying than to see the resolve of your defiance crumble in mere seconds when exposed to any semblance of intimacy from his touch.
Any attempt to convince him of your hatred is met with only a tilt of his head and a teasing smirk he's learned you etched into your memory.
He knows how many times you've left sleepless, your dreams haunted by his voice.
He knows how many times you've flinched, hallucinated his presence that just always seems to linger nearby, sharp mako eyes trained on your figure wherever you go.
You seem so very convinced that you despise him, that it's almost amusing how quick you fall for his touch. It's an alluring embrace, one which you don't know whether to fear or crave.
But you know for certain that he won't let you out of it.
His imposing frame leans over your body, casting a shadow as his eyes scan your body. He can well feel the wetness pooling in between your thighs, as he can too feel how you shudder as his hot breath caresses your neck — what an endearingly, naughty little thing you are — begging for his touch.
His lips meet yours once more, what sounds like his name leaving your throat as he kisses you with fervent passion. Your cheeks are tainted red, the crimson hue spreading to your chest.
Your flushed face is more than enough to let him know that you like this, even if you say otherwise — your body speaks enough to let him know what you truly think of the situation, and his own growing arousal heightens the sinful atmosphere set by lust.
By now, you're almost desperately whining into his lips, begging for a breath of fresh air, as his tongue searches for yours eagerly, lips sealed tight onto yours.
Only briefly does he stop to look down as your chest heaves, your mouth open, releasing puffs of air. He chuckles softly, amused, the quiet, sinister laugh reverberating through his chest, emitting a subtle rumble that you feel as his chest presses onto yours.
" You're practically panting. "
He scoffs, amusedly, as you try to catch your breath, which doesn't ever seem to work, as he leans in closer, lips ghosting a kiss to your earlobe as hot breath hits you, tongue deliberately tracing the edges of your ear's soft borders, their tips darkening with a faint, red hue.
He can tell you're excited — a faint whimper escapes your lips as he continues teasing the edge of your ear, the hand previously holding your throat going up to run itself through your hair.
You only wish you could stop falling for his lascivious allure — that you could stop acting so obsequious when he so clearly loves your submission.
" Such a puppy, you are. "
Oh, how he has you wrapped around his finger.
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"PUPPY." / SEPHIROTH
You can't help the way your heart races as your wrists are held firmly apart, your body squirming in the mattress's sheets as reflex.
Your mind is unable to distinguish no longer whether your heart beats out of fear, anticipation, or arousal.
But you figure it doesn't matter, when warm lips descend onto yours, one hand firmly holding both of your wrists as the other tilts your head up enough to force your gaze to meet your captor's.
Long, silver and snowy locks cascade over his shoulders and onto your bare body, tongue teasing at the seams of your lips. Your brows slightly furrow at the feeling, what sounds like a muffled whine slipping from your mouth.
You don't necessarily have to look at him — you can feel how that knowing smirk starts to curve on his lips. The bastard. As if it weren't enough, he just only slightly bites down on your lower lip, forcing you to part your lips, and he well enough takes advantage of that second, his tongue sliding inside your mouth, teasing you gradually.
It doesn't take much for you to start cracking under the pressure. The wet muscle explores deftly the cavern of your mouth, before intertwining with your tongue, pulling more than just a few, involuntary moans.
He has known you long enough to know what makes you tick, what you ache for, what you need, what you want, and he's all the more willing to use it against you.
In his eyes, there is nothing more satisfying than to see the resolve of your defiance crumble in mere seconds when exposed to any semblance of intimacy from his touch.
Any attempt to convince him of your hatred is met with only a tilt of his head and a teasing smirk he's learned you etched into your memory.
He knows how many times you've left sleepless, your dreams haunted by his voice.
He knows how many times you've flinched, hallucinated his presence that just always seems to linger nearby, sharp mako eyes trained on your figure wherever you go.
You seem so very convinced that you despise him, that it's almost amusing how quick you fall for his touch. It's an alluring embrace, one which you don't know whether to fear or crave.
But you know for certain that he won't let you out of it.
His imposing frame leans over your body, casting a shadow as his eyes scan your body. He can well feel the wetness pooling in between your thighs, as he can too feel how you shudder as his hot breath caresses your neck — what an endearingly, naughty little thing you are — begging for his touch.
His lips meet yours once more, what sounds like his name leaving your throat as he kisses you with fervent passion. Your cheeks are tainted red, the crimson hue spreading to your chest.
Your flushed face is more than enough to let him know that you like this, even if you say otherwise — your body speaks enough to let him know what you truly think of the situation, and his own growing arousal heightens the sinful atmosphere set by lust.
By now, you're almost desperately whining into his lips, begging for a breath of fresh air, as his tongue searches for yours eagerly, lips sealed tight onto yours.
Only briefly does he stop to look down as your chest heaves, your mouth open, releasing puffs of air. He chuckles softly, amused, the quiet, sinister laugh reverberating through his chest, emitting a subtle rumble that you feel as his chest presses onto yours.
" You're practically panting. "
He scoffs, amusedly, as you try to catch your breath, which doesn't ever seem to work, as he leans in closer, lips ghosting a kiss to your earlobe as hot breath hits you, tongue deliberately tracing the edges of your ear's soft borders, their tips darkening with a faint, red hue.
He can tell you're excited — a faint whimper escapes your lips as he continues teasing the edge of your ear, the hand previously holding your throat going up to run itself through your hair.
You only wish you could stop falling for his lascivious allure — that you could stop acting so obsequious when he so clearly loves your submission.
" Such a puppy, you are. "
Oh, how he has you wrapped around his finger.
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FINAL FANTASY VII REBIRTH (2024)
↳ Sephiroth ➤ Forgotten Capital
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Nothing interesting from the Ultimania so far beyond multiverse shenanigans. I managed to get a (extremely poor) translation on Sephiroth's bio which openly described his sane self as a "caring, courteous" person so.
There. Bam. That much is confirmed so that media illiterate people will stop saying that Sephiroth was always evil. Word of God now proves otherwise.
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I don't think I've ever entered a "brainrot" mentality for a character. except wriothesley, maybe.
but sephiroth,,,,,
anyone please just send something for sephiroth i'm more than willing to write for the man i'm dying why is he so gorgeous
#when.angels.cry#look#i'm normal about him i swear#sephiroth#brainrot#ff7 rebirth#ff7 remake#ff7 sephiroth#sephiroth brainrot#ff7r brainrot
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First time ever drawing kaneki guys how’d i do
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giving the people what they want (jokes about spreadsheets)
anyway, Twst continues to prove that it is aimed at me specifically by giving us not one, but now TWO extended scenes of characters being incredibly difficult about signing an NDA. you just don't get this anywhere else.
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Adding on that, I have a few requests on my plate, so I'm doing my best as of right now to write a few things for them.
I'll see if I have the time to edit the page where I'm listing all the series/games/anime I write for, since I've left out a few in there.
I'll also see if I have spare time to make a page where I write in all the requests I have left. But as of right now, I'll reiterate:
Please put something in your blog if you're following me. If I have soft-blocked you, do not follow me until you comply with the requirements I list in my Introductions + Rules page.
Friendly reminder to those that follow me: if your blog is empty, please put something in your description/header that lets me know you aren't a bot.
If your blog is entirely blank/has no posts or has zero indicative that it is a real person, I will assume you are a bot and soft-block you (block and then unblock you so you won't be following me).
#when.angels.cry#I keep seeing it#And I find it annoying#So I'll just put it out there#Anyways#to the anons who requested sephiroth and dimitri#i fucking love you#dimitri and sephiroth are the loves of my life#i'll get back to writing now before writer's block smacks me in the face#love you all <3#might post a drawing or two also#but that's only a possibility#not a guarantee
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A KNIGHT'S CONSOLATION
a/n: thinking about argenti's s/o consoling him whenever he wonders if spreading idrila's word is pointless and if his faith goes unheard.
pairing: argenti x gender non-specified reader
warnings: no particular warnings. maybe a bit of information about the knights of beauty. not proofread.
category: comfort/mild angst.
Argenti was a typically well-mannered man, with looks so stunning one would think he's the very image of beauty. Fitting, for being a Knight of Beauty, I suppose.
Candid, devout, and warm-hearted were words people often described him as. He bore no ill intent, and although a little exaggerated at times when he directed himself, it was clear he only meant well.
After all, what kind of Knight would he be if he didn't spread Idrila's good word?
Alas, not everyone returns the kindness he offers. And a flower, as beautiful as every, withers like any other if not taken care of.
The kind knight is amicable, but not delusional. He knows well that she whom he follows is well most likely dead — not missing.
This objective of the Knights of Beauty to find their vanished Aeon was starting to seem more like wishful thinking than an accomplishable feat.
And when one's testimony of The Beauty is rejected more often than not, it's easy to grow frustrated — so when your lover strolls with you in the garden with mildly furrowed brows, you can tell the lack of appreciation for his beliefs is starting to get to him.
You take his armored hand in yours, guiding him to a section surrounded by flowers and grass, as you both slowly sit down in between nature's glory.
Slowly beginning to pick apart a few flowers and tying them around each other, you speak softly.
"What is it that bothers you?"
A simple question, but it does bring the knight's attention back to you. He musters a smile, a quiet chuckle leaving through his lips that reverberates through his chest as he gazes at you.
"Dearest, and here I believed that this was meant to soothe us?"
His words are teasing, and well — elaborate, as always, yet, you can tell he's attempting to shift the subject just slightly. Subtly.
But you know better than to ignore when Argenti begins to show signs of distress. So you pry further.
"It is — and I know something is occupying your mind."
And as his breath catches, his emerald hues flicking towards the sky briefly before glancing back at you, a wry smile tugs at his lips — you have him.
And well, it can't hurt to tell you, now can it?
"I still haven't found her."
Those're the first words he speaks. He pauses, before continuing, just a hint of melancholy present in his usually warm gaze.
"And not many are willing to spare a glance at her radiance."
A bit of a complex statement at first, but you're able to decipher quickly enough what he means by his words. His Aeon remains unfound, dead, and any attempt to garner faith for The Beauty has by now been almost but completely futile.
You continue making a wreath out of the flowers, as you hum quietly in response. You know spreading The Beauty's word can for him be, whilst certainly a blessing, also a burden.
"Not many are able to withstand her radiance," You reply in turn, beginning to lift your gaze to meet Argenti's eyes.
"The human mind was not made to comprehend the divine," You continue, finishing the wreath of flowers as you sit beside him, hugging your knees.
"It's normal for a mortal to not believe what cannot be seen," You say to him, not minding his silence as he gazes at you with an expression that slowly turns into a half-hearted, amused, but certainly endearing smile.
"That is very consoling, my love, but.." He chuckles, his lips forming a more genuine smile that has a hint of hurt, not intended to be hidden. "It doesn't make it any less exasperating."
And he is right — even if your words provided a soothing message to his heart, his mind yet remains uneasy. You gaze at him, contemplating his words, and you sigh quietly, as your head leans on his right shoulder.
"There are things that'll remain with uncertainty, Argenti," You state, gazing at the setting sun, the sky slowly shifting into a faded dusk. "Faith cannot be demanded of instantly — it must come of the soul."
Your hand finds his, gently squeezing it, and he still feels a miniscule chill sent through his way with an accompanied warmth from the palm of your hand, despite the armor that separates him from your touch.
"Even if you don't live to see her light once more .." you speak, feeling his attentive gaze fixed on you. You pause, trying to find the right words, before you smile faintly, finishing your statement.
"I can say for certain — the Path you treaded will leave Traces, and I'm sure that she will find a way into mankind's hearts as she did once before."
#honkai star rail#hsr x reader#mild angst#angst#slight angst#angst with a happy ending#comfort#argenti#argenti x reader#hsr x gender neutral reader#gender non specified#argenti hsr#hsr argenti#argenti hsr x reader#knights of beauty#clear.sky#writing#idrila#the beauty#honkai: star rail#hsr x reader argenti#argenti x reader honkai star rail#gender neutral reader
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ARGENTI🌹CHIVALRIC ROMANCES
Directed by Argenti, written by Argenti, and starring Argenti as Argenti.
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“…and Broken Dreams”
Here’s the Satoru piece to go along with my earlier post🫶✨
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Can you write TWST men reacting to reader complimenting their looks/calling them handsome?
They should be getting all the compliments!
Pairing: Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim, Vil, Idia, Malleus x Reader
Tags: fluff, established relationship, being flustered, teasing, compliments, kisses
A/N: I've been told that most men don't get told they're pretty or handsome enough. They should know they are.
Riddle crosses his arms over his chest and doesn't respond to your compliment. You shouldn't say that in front of other people, it makes him feel put on the spot to say something nice back or else he's gonna look like a jerk. You... you're good looking too, but don't expect him to say it again if you're gonna behave like this.
Leona isn't surprised you find him handsome, the next King should be good-looking shouldn't he? But you do tell him he could take care of his appearance a bit more, just because you're attracted to his more wild charms doesn't mean that everyone is. Well that's their problem isn't it, cause he only cares about you finding him hot.
Azul thinks you want something from him when you compliment him so suddenly. Out with it, depending on what it is and how much you compliment him you might just get what you're seeking. A kiss? That's not much of a repayment, besides he would have kissed you regardless of your compliments.
Kalim compliments you back immediately, which makes you compliment him again, then he compliments you again. It keeps going in circles until one of you starts laughing, the other one following. He's happy you find him nice looking, but you should know you are too, he'll never stop saying it.
Vil knows how handsome and pretty he is, after all he puts a ton of care into his appearance. He might even be the prettiest guy in the whole school! Well now your compliments seem a bit redundant don't they? Never. Not to him, just because he knows something is true doesn't mean he doesn't like hearing it from his lover's mouth.
Idia hides himself under his hoodie, mumbling things to himself that you can't fully understand. You're pretty sure you hear him compliment you back. Stepping in front of him you lean in close and pull on his hoodie, telling he can say it now, no one can see his blushing face when you're standing this close.
Malleus turns to you wide eyed, asking you to say it again because he must have heard wrong. No he didn't you called him handsome. Compliments are a new thing to him when they're not from his inner circle so he apologizes for his lack of a reply. The only thing he is sure he can give you in return is a kiss, hopefully that's enough.
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