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⟳ 31. BLUR

God, did you taste good.

Kuni felt lightheaded as the kiss lingered. He wasn’t sure if it was the liqour or the sheer, dizzying high of kissing your lips again. You didn’t kiss him back. Couldn’t. But that didn’t make it any less intoxicating. For a fleeting second, it felt like he was weightless. Like he’d touched something he wasn’t supposed to anymore.

Then your lips slipped away from his, and the moment ended as quickly as it began.

The world spun slower when you collapsed into his arms. Your breath had fanned against his collarbone, light and shallow.

You were still in his hold when Ajax carefully ushered the two of you away from the crowd to somewhere less dense with people. Kaz followed behind, moving in an attempt to assist you but Kuni didn’t let go of his hold on you. Even when drunk, he held you with a grip that didn’t shake, like letting go would shatter him more than the alcohol ever could.

“Dude,” Ajax had muttered, voice low but sharp. “I brought you here to talk to her. Talk, not—”

Kaz had stepped in behind him, jaw clenched as he stared at the way you curled into Kuni’s chest, asleep, vulnerable, unaware of everything.

“She’s knocked out cold,” Kaz had said, a beat of concern slipping under the dryness of his tone. “You’re wasted if you thought that doing that was a good idea.”

Kuni stayed silent.

He had kept his arms around you, gaze lowered, steady but unreadable. His throat bobbed when he swallowed, hard.

“I’ll take her home,” Kaz had offered after a pause, reaching to pull you gently away.

Kuni flinched. “No.”

“What?”

“I’ll take her.”

Kaz’s brow had lifted, skeptical. “You can’t drive.”

“I’m not driving,” he slurred slightly.

“Kuni—”

“Take her to my place,” he said, firm this time. His voice dipped, less steady, more raw. “I’m coming with her.”

Ajax had hesitated. He put an arm on Kuni’s shoulder, pulled slightly in an attempt for him to let go of you. “You can’t stay alone with her like this.”

“I won’t lay a hand on her,” he said, meeting Ajax’s gaze for the first time. His words weren’t defensive. They were quiet. Honest. Like a promise. “I just… Let me be with her.”

“Kuni…” Ajax breathed out. Kuni held his gaze. Ajax removed his hand on his best friend’s shoulder in defeat.

Kaz scoffed, voice tight. “You can’t be serious—”

“Please.” Kuni looked at the two men in front. Their silhouettes were blurry, but he put on a serious expression and looked them in the eye.

There’d been a beat of silence between all of them.

Ajax looked at Kaz. Kaz looked at you. Then back at him, still holding you like he was scared you’d vanish.

Finally, Kaz had sighed. “Fine. I’ll drive.”

The car ride had been quiet. The kind of quiet that buzzed beneath his skin.

Your head had rested against the seat, eyes shut, breath even. Kaz had driven with tight hands on the wheel, eyes fixed on the road, like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.

No one had spoken until they reached Kuni’s place.

Kaz assisted in carrying you inside, careful not to jostle you. You stirred once, murmured something under your breath, but didn’t wake. They laid you down on the bed, and Kuni put a pillow under your head.

You looked peaceful. Too peaceful for the way his chest was burning.

“Her dress reeks. And it looks uncomfortable to sleep in,” Kaz stated.

Kuni continued to stare at your figure in contemplation. As if he made a decision in his head, he nodded and moved slowly to grab a shirt from his wardrobe.

“I’ll change her clothes.” Kuni walked to open his bedroom door and gestured for his friend to leave the room. Kaz furrowed his brows, not keen on leaving the task to Kuni, but sighed and understood that it had to be the other.

After what felt like forever to Kaz, the door finally opened again, revealing Kuni and your figure still sleeping soundly on the bed, clothes changed.

Kaz lingered by the door, hand on the frame. He observed you with a mix of a wistful and worried expression. “I’m not leaving her alone with you until you sober up.”

Kuni walked to the kitchen, rummaging through drawers. “I’m sobered up enough.”

Kaz didn’t reply. Just stood there, still staring at you. Kuni grabbed a glass, filled it with water, and downed all of it.

Neither of them spoke. A long silence filled the air. Kuni simply watched the other carefully. As if sensing his friend’s scrutiny, Kaz turned and faced him. Kuni didn’t talk. He looked the other in the eye with a conflicted expression.

Finally: “Do you love her?”

Kaz blinked. “What?”

Kuni leaned against the counter. His eyes were bloodshot, but his voice was steady. Low. “Do you love her?” he repeated.

Kaz exhaled. “That’s what this is about?”

He shrugged, eyes drifting to your still body on the couch. “You’ve been looking out for her. Talking to her. Being close. You fought with me because of her. So, yeah. I need to know.”

Kaz didn’t respond for a while. Kuni thought he wasn’t going to answer it until Kaz crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. “…When I first heard what happened, I was pissed at you. I didn’t know the full story—still don’t, honestly—but I saw how she looked after. Wrecked. Confused. Trying so hard to act like she wasn’t completely affected by it.”

Kuni stayed quiet.

Kaz continued, softer now, “At first, it was guilt. I just wanted to make sure she was okay, even though we barely knew each other. She needed a stranger who’d listen to her without judgement. But over a short time… I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy her company.”

There was a long pause.

“But no,” Kaz said finally. “I don’t love her. Not like that.”

His brow furrowed.

“I could’ve,” Kaz added, eyes trained on him. “If I didn’t know she still loved you.”

Those words hit harder than they should. He looked away again.

Silence engulfed them once again. When it broke, it was Kaz who did it this time.

Kaz asked, “What about you? Did you love her?”

Kuni didn’t hesitate.

“I did.”

A pause.

“Still do.”

Kaz straightened and stepped closer. “Then why’d you do that to her?”

“…I was scared,” Kuni admitted, voice low. “If I’d just had the guts to tell her everything earlier, maybe I wouldn’t have pushed her away.”

Kaz blinked, frowning. Confusion filled his face. “What do you mean pushed her away?”

“I started showing her how I felt without knowing if she even wanted that from me,” he murmured. “I kept hoping she’d just get it. That she’d stay.”

Kaz didn’t respond at first. The silence was thick until something seemed to click behind his eyes, confusion melting into understanding.

“Hey… are you even aware she saw you talking to Mona the day she came back?” he asked.

Kuni’s brow furrowed. “No. What does that have to—” He stopped. The realization hit like a slap.

Kaz let out a quiet, humorless chuckle at the confirmation. “That’s what I thought.” He shook his head. “You two really are the same. Both too scared to say what matters. You deserve each other.”

Kuni said nothing, staring off, the weight of everything Mona-related finally catching up to him. Regret flickered across his face.

Kaz hesitated. Then, without much ceremony, he rested a hand on Kuni’s shoulder, not quite comfort, but not distant either.

“But listen,” he said, tone gentler now. “She’s not just some girl you can keep on a leash. You don’t get to reel her in and push her away whenever it suits you.”

Kaz looked him in the eye.

“You can’t play guessing games with each other. If you’re gonna be in her life, Kuni, then be in it.”

Silence had filled the room one last time.

Kaz watched them both. Kuni staring at the floor like it held all the answers, you asleep, caught between peace and exhaustion.

“I’ll head out,” Kaz said, voice quiet now. “She’s safe. Just… don’t fuck this up again.”

The door had clicked shut behind him.

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⟳ 30. CHANCE

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⟳ 29. AFTERMATH

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You say you’re just friends. You say it every time you leave a party together, every time you wake up tangled in sheets, every time you swear it’s the last time. But habits form, lines blur, and pretending gets harder when jealousy starts to sting.

NOTE i’m sorry i disappeared for a while t—t i had a good reason tho. because guess what? this girlie finally graduated after so long! just last tuesday hehe. and then i spent the following days having sleepovers with friends because idk when i’ll see them again :’) i couldn’t exactly write during that time because me being a writer is a secret lol. anw, i’m doing the next chapters rn so i’ll have multiple updates today

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[lxkeeeeee]

kinich x reader, nsfw, pixelprincess!au, choking, he’s big :>

Something had frustrated him that night.

You’re not sure what or who. All you know is that your bedroom door cracks open at around 3 in the morning, and it’s Kinich who slips inside. You sit up to greet him, and one thing leads to another.

It always does with the two of you.

It’s how you ended up underneath him, watching as he slowly presses his cock into you. It’s a heavy feeling, and you feel so full that you can almost sense it in your stomach.

Kinich is a dragonborn. You’ve always known this about him, but it’s most apparent during times like these—when he starts to lose himself and his dragon-like traits come to light.

He has his own ways of holding back, trying not to lose control out of fear of hurting you. For now, the metal dog tag on his necklace is secured between his teeth, grounding him to reality.

Growing impatient, you grind your hips into him slightly—the groan he lets out in response is near-animalistic.

Above you, his face is curled into a tortured snarl, grip so tight on your hips that you’re sure it’ll bruise. You don’t mind it. If anything, you’ll appreciate the marks tomorrow.

“Fuck,” he breathes, whines. “Feels too good.”

The dog tag in his mouth is bending, his sharpened teeth grinding against it until it snaps with a loud crunch. Kinich barely even seems to notice, eyes still glued to where the two of your are connected.

“Kin,” you beg, lashes fluttering. You can feel his cock twitching inside of you at the sight. “Want every inch, please?”

He sucks in a long, shaky breath. It’s the ultimate test of self-control, the patience to not fuck you out of your mind right now. You moan his name as he eases another inch inside, and he just about loses it.

“Princess,” he hisses, burying his face in your neck. His breath is hot as it washes over your sweat-soaked skin. “You’re too fucking tight. I won’t last.”

The bed is quivering—no, Kinich is quivering, hands growing shaky from the sheer desperation. If he could only let go right now, just for a moment, he could show you how good you could really feel.

But he’s still only halfway inside you, and you’re still whimpering. He’s not stupid—he’s aware of his size, and though he had prepped you, he knows it’s not an easy stretch.

Yet you sure make it sound easy with the way you beg for more.

“Be patient for me, yeah?” he asks, raising a brow at you. After a moment of pouting, you nod shallowly. “Good girl.”

He tries to gather himself, sliding his pointer and middle finger into your mouth to distract you as his other hand rubs at your clit. You moan, the vibrations apparent against his fingers, and he tries not to moan along with you.

It’s really, really hard.

Your walls are like warm velvet, so tight around him that he feels like you were molded just for him. And maybe you were, he thinks as you blink up at him, tears sticking to your lashes.

“Kin,” you mewl again, his fingers leaving your lips with a short ‘pop’. “Don’t you wanna stop holding back?”

Fuck. It’s dangerous how easily you say things like that. You watch as Kinich’s teeth seem to sharpen further, his irises flashing gold briefly. He’s barely holding himself back now.

“Don’t fucking say things like that, Princess,” he says, breathing raggedly.

Another inch enters you, and you whimper, hips lifting off the bed, chasing the feeling. You grasp at his wrists, forcing him to hold you tighter.

“Please?” you ask, unwilling to let it go. He hisses a breath between his teeth. “Want your cum inside.”

The dam breaks; Kinich shivers, twitching like something else has just possessed him, and then he’s leaning in close to you, one hand already tightening around your neck.

“You win this time, Princess,” he growls, snapping his hips forward. The sensation knocks the breath out of you, and Kinich catches it with a messy kiss. “Remember, you asked for this, so you’re taking it all.”

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The new guy is hitting on you, and it’s awkward.

On any other day, you probably wouldn’t be too bothered—you’d engage in shallow small talk for a few minutes before your lunch break. But today is your presentation to the board, and these slides aren’t going to finish themselves.

“Are you listening?”

Your nail catches on the edge of the ‘w’ key on your keyboard, and you wince. It’s hard to type and try to focus on whatever nonsense he’s spewing at the same time.

“Sorry, what were you saying?”

You’re not sorry, not even slightly, but that doesn’t seem to matter. Not when your coworker leans over your desk, tie dangling in front of your face as he eases the lid of your laptop shut.

“What the hell are you doing?” you splutter, completely baffled. He scoffs.

Guess the nice guy act ran its course, you think.

“You think you’re too good for me, huh? You’re just like all the other—“

“Did you get those slides finished or what? Seriously, my grandma could wrap this up faster. And she’s six feet under.”

You flinch at the new voice, and it’s Scaramouche that peeks his head past your office door. Assessing the situation—your coworker leaning over you and the snarl on your lip—he raises a brow.

“Akashi, what are you doing in here?” Scaramouche asks, arms crossed as he leans against the doorframe. “Last I checked, you have plenty of your own shit to figure out.”

Coughing awkwardly, Akashi (whose name you actually just remembered) lifts himself away from you.

“Was just checking on her work. Making suggestions.”

It makes you want to slap him. You’ve been here years longer than he has, so he has no business sticking his nose in your work.

Scaramouche seems to reach the same conclusion, based on the way he sighs, taking a few short steps toward the other man.

He claps a firm hand on Akashi’s shoulder, the other yanking on his tie—softly enough to pass for an adjustment, hard enough to imply a threat.

“Here’s a suggestion, then. Go fuck off to your own office and try doing some work for once. Don’t let me see you in here again.”

Scaramouche isn’t your boss, nor is he Akashi’s, but for the length of time he’s been here and the sway he holds in the office, he damn might as well be.

Akashi seems to take the hint, eyes downcast as he merely nods and scurries off. You and Scaramouche watch him as he goes, and after a beat of silence he turns to you next.

“And you,” he sighs, loosening his own tie around his neck. He usually wouldn’t be caught dead wearing one, but the importance of the presentation demanded it. “Get the slides done. You have two hours.”

He pauses mid-step when he turns to leave, casually tossing a granola bar and a warm bread bun on your desk.

Your eyes widen, trying to catch him as he walks out the door.

“Wait, I didn’t—“

“I bought two on accident,” he says, waving without looking back. “Just eat them. If you pass out during the presentation, it looks bad for me.”

And then he’s gone, and it’s quiet.

Truthfully, you wouldn’t even say that you and Scaramouche are friends—acquaintances at best, maybe. But he always seems to be looking out for you somehow.

Unwrapping the bread bun, you take a shallow bite.

It’s soft and fresh. But it doesn’t explain the thudding heartbeat in your chest.

[lxkeeeeee]

Maybe One Day

SYNOPSIS: kinich was sure about his feelings for you, and he was aware of the ones you harbored for him. yet, there’s one thing stopping him from telling you…

PAIRING: kinich x gn!reader

warnings: slight angst, subtle die jokes

wc: 1.6k

notes: mostly fluff, but u guys know me by now, i can’t ever write anything without angst in it. played thru a bit of the 5.0 quest (NO SPOILERS GUYS!!!!) and i actually love kinich sm. another one of those quiet but gentle characters (๑>◡<๑) reminds me a bit of xiao - and that’s not bc of the color scheme lol. anyw enjoy!

part 2!

Pen scratched loudly against paper as you eagerly jotted down more notes in your journal.

Early mornings high in the canopy of trees were serene and chilly. It was still a long while until the sun would rise, and when it did, you'd return to the villa the locals offered you and continue your work inside.

The sweltering heat of Natlan was nothing to scoff at. You've been to Sumeru before, where there was hot weather all year round. Yet, just when you had gotten used to the heat, the research for your thesis demanded you to go somewhere even hotter: Natlan.

You couldn't handle hot weather. Whenever the weather reached just above what one could describe as 'warm,' you felt like you were going to melt into a puddle on the ground. That's why you knocked out all of your research in the early morning, when it was cooler, and retired to your lodging after the sun rose so you could avoid a potential heatstroke.

Already, you began to feel a shift in temperature as dim light peered over the horizon. It was easy to see the sunrise from here, perched in this gargantuan tree.

It was peaceful up here, and it gave you a wonderful view of the whole of Natlan. You could see King Deshret's Mausoleum from this height, too, and you silently thanked yourself for not ever being interested in his ancient technology.

If you had to stay in the desert for a prolonged period of time, you would’ve found a hole to crawl in and never crawl back out.

On the way to Natlan six months ago, your escort told you that the only way to get there was through the desert. He knew of your great distaste for hot weather, and so he was fully prepared to hear you whine and throw a tantrum over the ordeal. However, instead, all you did was pout and tell him to get a move on and "get this over with."

A cramp formed in your hand, and you had to pause your note taking.

As you massaged your hand, you admired the first signs of light creeping over the horizon and allowed yourself to get lost in the sounds around you: Water rushing from the nearby waterfall, the chirping of birds, the rustling of foliage, and the bellowing of Yumkasaurs. You could faintly hear the whispers of the locals as they exited their houses, though their conversations were incoherent from this distance.

Although the weather was atrocious, you absolutely adored the sights and the sounds of Natlan. It felt lively and bright.

You opened your eyes and looked down at your journal. Five more paragraphs to go before you could rest for today.

"I was told you've been up here for quite a while," a soft voice interrupted, causing you to jump, "didn't I tell you to take more breaks, Northerner?"

Your lantern knocked over, and you quickly reached forward, catching it before it could fall victim to its inevitable demise in the valley below. You were incredibly high up. You could barely see the ground from here, much less where the waterfall beneath you ended.

Breathing a sigh of relief, you placed the lantern back at your side and turned to your visitor, who wore an amusing smirk on his face.

"And didn't I tell you not to sneak up on me like that, Kinich?"

The boy in question didn't answer you. Silently, he joined you at your side, and that was when you spotted the bowl of grainfruits he held in his hand. He offered it to you.

"Breaks are necessary, you know. Especially when working on research papers."

You took a bite out of one of the fruits and sighed. "I'm well aware. But I came here solely for my thesis, not for a vacation. Besides, if I was given a vacation, I probably would've chosen to go—“

"'Home'?" He finished. You nodded.

"Yeah. I would've gone home." Another sigh, longer this time, left your lips.

"You miss Mondstadt, then?" He asked, taking a bite out of a grainfruit and setting the bowl between you two.

"You bet I do!" you exclaimed, flipping back to the first page of your journal. Notes from your entire family occupied the page. You gently ran your fingers over them.

“Before I left Dornman Port, my family gave me this journal and told me to do great things in Sumeru. They even wrote me notes as a reminder to 'keep pushing when times get tough.’”

Your family knew you too well. They knew you were someone who pushed themselves way too hard— an overachiever.

Whenever you felt burnt out, you read their notes, and it gave you the motivation to keep going. To keep achieving great things. To seek the answer to what ‘freedom’ truly meant to you through your experiences.

Kinich was silent for a few moments. He was someone who preferred silence, and oddly enough, you were too. Though, it hadn't seemed that way when the two of you first met.

When you first met, you had just arrived in the settlement belonging to the Scions of the Canopy, and you were just about ready to collapse onto the ground because of heat exhaustion.

Thankfully, you were aided by not only Kinich— who happened to be nearby —but also a few others from his tribe. When you recovered, you complained to the high heavens about the heat, and Kinich was very close to dragging you up Teticpac Peak just to push you off. He already heard enough whining from Ajaw, he didn't need to hear more from a foreigner who never once stepped foot in Natlan.

He was fully prepared to ignore you from that day forward, only to become intrigued when he got a glimpse of your research.

Later, he was surprised to find out you were actually from Mondstadt, the Crown of the North. Not only that, but you were from the far, far north reaches of Mondstadt— Dornman Port —nearing the border of Snezhnaya; And suddenly, all your complaining about the weather made sense.

Although the two of you were mostly polar opposites, you became fast friends, and Kinich's favorite way to say hello was to sneak up on you when you least expected him to.

His interest in you eventually became noticeable to Ajaw, and as soon as that little yellow and green bastard pointed it out one night, Kinich knew he had to lock him away whenever you were near.

He couldn't risk the chances of Ajaw blurting it out in front of you.

He wanted to believe you felt the same way. After all, you would've gotten tired of him by now if you didn’t. That, or you might've stayed away from him simply because he looked a little intimidating. Either way, he was glad you stuck around.

He ignored the voice in the back of his head telling him you'd one day have to leave.

As soon as you wrapped up your research in Natlan, you'd have to return to Sumeru's Akademiya and continue on with your life. Maybe you'd even take a trip back home to Mondstadt to see your family and possibly even attend a festival.

He remembered hearing you talk about one of them, a seemingly important one. It was one that he couldn't pronounce for the life of him, but he loved hearing you say it because he liked hearing you speak in Mondstadt's language.

He wondered what a Statue of the Seven even looked like in Mondstadt. He had never seen any pictures of one, not even a picture of what Mondstadt's Archon looked like. From rumors, he heard the Anemo Archon was completely absent from Mondstadt, and you somewhat confirmed those rumors.

"I wouldn't say Lord Barbatos is completely absent," you said once when he asked, "we believe the wind in Mondstadt is Lord Barbatos himself. So with that logic, he's still with us, just not physically like other Archons."

You sighed softly, finishing off the last grainfruit in the bowl. "Thanks Kinich."

Sending him one of your dazzling smiles that always made his heart beat a little faster, you scooted closer to him and bumped his shoulder with your own.

He raised a brow in confusion. "What for?"

"Everything, I think…” You answered. “For helping me when I first arrived here, for always looking out for me... I'm really thankful."

He was silent, though you knew his silence was not him being dismissive. He was either pondering, or he just didn't know what to say in response.

Eventually, he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close. The sudden action made you tense up before you relaxed against him and rested your head on his shoulder.

The sun was rising over the horizon now, and you could deal with the rise in temperature for a while if it meant you got to stay like this with him.

"Don't thank me for anything." He said finally, under his breath.

Maybe one day, he'd tell you of his feelings, because now he was sure of how you felt towards him. But today was not that day.

Time was counting down to the day you had to leave, and he knew he wasn't ready for you to go so soon. Six months had come and gone in a flash.

It wasn't goodbye for good, as you swore you'd come back to Natlan the next time you had the chance— whether it be for research or for a much needed vacation. Yet, a goodbye, regardless of if it was a "see you later" or a proper "goodbye," it still hurt all the same.

Maybe one day, when the war in Natlan came to a close, you could show Kinich around your homeland, just as he did with you. But until that day came, Kinich would wait.

As long as it took. "As long as the wind blows," like you'd often say.

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ANATOMY STUDY

SYNOPSIS: You had first met Xiao at a frat party. Now, you’re inseparable.

PAIRING: xiao x fem!reader

CONTAINS: non-sexual nudity/intimacy, modern setting, uni au

notes: my first no angst fic omg. xiao would be an art major, change my mind.

wc: 2.3k

you had first met xiao at a frat party, when at the time, you were too wasted to comprehend the conversation he started up with you, warning you about the spiked drinks. he preferred to stay by the food table instead of join the fun that was happening around him.

usually, you’d be in his position, but you had just gotten out of a toxic relationship, and you needed a distraction from the pain you were feeling. although he kept you company that night, you hadn’t remembered a thing about the conversation you two had.

the next time you saw xiao was in your two hour literature class the following monday. you hadn’t realized it before— only just realizing it now, but he was the mysterious emo boy that always sat next to you on your left.

surprised and a little happy to see the familiar face, you decided to strike up conversation with him. he was actually really pleasant to talk to, and it was a nice refresher from your other friends.

as you were on your way to the art building one afternoon to pick up one of your friends and go get lunch, you had stumbled upon a nearly empty workshop. curious as to what the art major had been painting on their canvas, you caught sight of teal hair.

you hadn’t expected xiao to be an art major, but it made you smile nonetheless. his surprised expression once his golden eyes landed on you was simply priceless. he wasn’t expecting to see you, a history major, inside the art building. when you had told him that you were here to pick up a friend, he nodded in understanding.

he silently hoped you’d one day ask him to get lunch with you too.

it was 10pm and you and xiao had gotten absolutely zero studying done. you had originally asked him if he’d like to study with you for your shared literature midterm, even going as far as to take the work to the campus library so that you’d be in a more quiet and productive setting.

however, all plans of studying had flown out the window once you two spotted someone you mutually hated. the corner of the library you were occupying was filled with hushed giggles and silent tears as you continued to quietly make fun of them.

you couldn’t remember when it had started, but only a few weeks after you and xiao had officially become friends, you two got lunch together after your last class on tuesdays and thursdays.

he’d walk to the history building (it only took him about three minutes because the art building was right next to it) and patiently wait outside the lecture hall you were in until your class ended. afterwards, when you walked out all miserable and rushing to turn on your headphones, you’d spot him and smile instantly.

he’d ask you to get lunch, and after four times of this routinely happening, he stopped asking. it had now become a routine, and as if that wasn’t enough, the workers at the ramen place nearby had already memorized your names and orders.

still being in your freshman year, the both of you didn’t have apartments yet. whenever you wanted to hang out, it was mostly in his dorm building’s lounge area.

sometimes, he’d ask you to hangout in that lounge while he worked on a project that was due in 24 hours. he’d put video essays on the tv and you’d bring snacks with you from the convenience store across the street to share with him.

as people outside the lounge came and went, you’d spot a few of xiao’s friends walking by. they’d stop inside the lounge for a bit and say hello to you or jokingly flirt with you. you’ve grown to think of them as your own friends too.

as an art major, xiao got stuck with long classes that he always complained about— most of them being six hours long. after those draining classes that he had on mondays and wednesdays specifically, he would always go get food.

after you learned of this, you had offered to meet up with him and keep him company while he got food. this soon became a tradition, and on your way back to the dorms, you’d carry his portfolio for him.

on days where xiao felt way too burnt out to get out of bed or do anything really, you’d show up at his dorm with either popcorn or ice cream, your laptop, and a fuzzy blanket as you offered up a movie night. he was never one to refuse that request, always letting you into his dorm.

sometimes his roommate, kazuha, would be there, working on homework at his desk or making tea for the two of them. he’d greet you with a charming smile and would proceed to leave the dorm to go hangout with his boyfriend, scaramouche, and give you and xiao some privacy.

you’d end up falling asleep cuddled into xiao’s side with your fuzzy blanket draped over the two of you.

whenever xiao was in need of supplies for one or more of his classes, he’d text you and ask if you’d like to accompany him on a late night trip to the arts and crafts store about ten minutes away from the campus.

not bothering to change your clothes, you’d both go in your pajamas. kazuha and scaramouche would join you, all of you piling into the minivan xiao’s stepdad had handed down to him. you’d connect your phone to the aux and start playing disney songs or hardcore rock, whichever fit the mood.

if scaramouche saw something he liked but didn’t have the money to buy it, he’d pocket it and walk out of the store without alerting the alarms. kazuha would scold him for it on the way back, with you chiming in that he should “go big or go home” next time.

kazuha didn’t appreciate you entertaining scaramouche’s stealing, but it inevitably encouraged scaramouche to get closer to you— something that xiao and kazuha didn’t see coming.

xiao fiddled with the edge of the canvas as he knocked a third time on your dorm door. he was getting a bit disappointed that you weren’t answering or that maybe you currently weren’t home. but once you opened the door, midway through a yawn and your hair all messy from the best nap of your life that you had just taken, xiao’s heart skipped a beat.

it took a moment for you to register that xiao was standing outside your door, and you all but nearly slammed the door in his face because you were embarrassed that he had seen you like this. however, he just laughed, finding the whole scene endearing. seeing you like this made his heart beat even faster.

after you both settled down, xiao cleared his throat and turned his canvas around so that you could see what was on it. once you realized what it was, you gasped loudly and tears began to brim at your eyes. it was a portrait of you.

xiao stuttered his way through a confession, too nervous and flustered to look at you. when he finally did, you gently grabbed his face and kissed him, getting the message across that you liked him back. you vowed that night that you would forever keep the memory of his flushed cheeks and nervous stuttering in your mind.

you scrolled through one of xiao’s spotify playlists as you quietly sang along to one of the songs playing over the aux. you, xiao, kazuha, and scaramouche— or “scara”, as you called him for short —were on your way to an east asian market late at night for some snacks.

you spent at least thirty minutes scouting out the ramen aisle with kazuha, your eyes flitting between three types of ramen before finally settling on the same kind kazuha decided on. the two of you circled around the store twice before you stumbled upon your boyfriends.

kazuha was trying to talk scara out of buying too much mochi, and questioning the man on why he was considering buying sweets in the first place— that’s when you learned that scara actually hated sweet foods.

as they bickered like an old married couple, xiao took ahold of your things and went to pay. you chastised him about spending money on you, but you knew that he was too stubborn to fully listen.

all four of you exited the store (after scara and kazuha paid for their things) and sprinted towards xiao’s car in the pouring rain.

you couldn’t stop shaking out of anxiousness as you stepped out of xiao’s car and walked with him up to the front door of his childhood home. the two of you had left this morning and only just now arrived in liyue at around 7pm. a long roadtrip, to say the least.

you were beyond nervous to meet his family, having only heard about them once when he asked you to come home with him this weekend to make christmas cookies. his family didn’t celebrate christmas, but they still made cookies simply because it was fun.

as soon as the door opened, warm air wafted out into the chilly night. the sounds of a dog barking caught your attention, as a large german shepherd came bounding towards the door. it greeted xiao briefly before jumping onto you. you stumbled back, laughing softly as you raised a hand to let it smell you before you placed a hand on its head.

xiao scolded the poor animal for jumping on you, though you didn’t mind at all. you loved animals. bending down to properly pet the dog— whose name you learned was tofu —you giggled as he licked your face.

your nerves spiked once again as xiao’s sister, hu tao, greeted you. she was dressed in black pajamas with red flowers dotted all over them, and wore a pair of ghost slippers. she was bubbly, a complete opposite of xiao, and all but dragged you into the house after you took off your shoes.

the scariest part of your night arrived soon after. xiao’s stepdad was in the kitchen, finishing up dinner and greeting xiao with a warm smile. he turned to you, and you suddenly stiffened. your fears were for nothing, as he gently took your hand in his and placed a small kiss on the back of it. that gesture and his soft words of kindness were enough to make you relax.

and it was only later when he struck up conversation with you when you were alone in the kitchen that the two of you began to bond. it turned out that the two of you had a shared love of all things history.

xiao could only smile fondly as he watched the two of you from the doorway.

it was finally winter break, and you were missing your friends and xiao more than anything. scara, who had oddly enough become your best friend— you really couldn’t remember how in the world that happened —called you everyday. you knew he was missing you, even if he wouldn’t admit it, and the calls you two had were making xiao a little jealous (though he’d never admit it).

sensing xiao’s jealousy through your texts, you immediately called him right before you went to bed. this became a habit every night over winter break, and he even called you on christmas to say merry christmas even though he and his family didn’t celebrate. it was a warm gesture that made you smile.

you often fell asleep to the sound of xiao’s voice on these calls, and just like scara, he would never admit that he missed you. that didn’t matter though, because his actions always spoke louder than his words, so you had already known that he was missing you dearly.

you missed him just as much.

xiao’s actions always spoke louder than his words. as soon as he saw you after winter break ended, he kissed you passionately and twirled you around excitedly.

he then did the unexpected— expressed how much he missed you and that he almost nearly booked a flight to your hometown just to see you. then, he told you he loved you.

you could only stare at him in shock, before you were kissing him again and returning his sentiments. the two of you then planned a date night and you slept in his dorm, all curled up into his chest and falling asleep to the sounds of your favorite youtuber on the tv.

today marked two years of your relationship with xiao. the two of you planned to go out tonight to celebrate, but first you both had to finish projects.

you finished a presentation for one of your required history classes, and xiao was currently deciding how to start his project. you sat on the sofa in your apartment, silently reading a book as xiao kept glancing over at you.

eventually, you shut your book and turned to him, asking if there was anything he needed. a bit flustered that you caught him staring, he nodded. it turned out that he wanted your help for his project.

he needed to do an anatomical study and wanted to study you. you let him, not nervous in the slightest because he had already seen you naked before. however, you didn’t realize that this study would involve paint.

he painted over your bare chest with a soft paintbrush. you gasped at the coldness of the paint, whining about how ice cold it was as xiao laughed. in the end, you both ended up on his workshop’s (the workshop room in his apartment) floor covered in various vibrant paints, and laughing your asses off.

notes: some of the things listed r actually things ive done with my friend who's an art major. ive sat in our dorm lounge with her watching video essays as she works on a project, gone with her to michael's late at night cause she needed art supplies for a class, ive gotten dinner with her after her six hr classes while her roommate carried her portfolio back to the dorms for her, and gone to hmart with her at like 8pm.

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GET HIM BACK : 06. indebted

the thick stench of alcohol and weed lingered in the air as you downed your sixth shot of pink whitney. originally, you hadn’t planned on drinking much tonight, but after the texts you’ve been receiving from ajax, you thought it necessary to get yourself wasted off your ass. 

two shots turned to three, and three turned to three more. at this point, you were considering grabbing the bottle of titos nearby and wiping it clean of its contents. 

anything to quell the sting inside you. first, the texts, and now, mualani failing to tell you about her situationship with kinich. 

you hadn’t expected your best friend to lie so blatantly to your face about him, but now it seemed as if you hadn’t known her at all. did she really intend to keep this a secret from you? 

you didn’t care that she had a thing with kinich— that wasn’t what bothered you. The lying was what bothered you. The secrets bothered you. The fact that everyone else was already in the know about her motives and hadn’t told you either had bothered you. 

as a result, here you were: washing away the last twenty-four hours with the buzz of alcohol. teetering on the edge of completely blasted out of your mind, you gripped the counter in the kitchen of the frat house. 

you shouldn’t have come alone. that was rule number one when going out. however, you were too desperate to get away, and you didn’t feel like bothering kuni or sethos to accompany you. 

(though, you knew they’d agree in a heartbeat. they were nice like that… good like that… willing to do anything for their friend and loyal like that.) 

they had already dealt with your antics enough the past week. you had to buy a whole new set of expensive glasses to make up for the ones you broke on a whim, and kuni had burst into your room without knocking at least twice everyday to make sure you were still even alive. 

you were burdening them with too much. so, you came here alone. 

warmth lingered behind you as someone gently placed their hand on the small of your back. 

“are you alright? should i get you some water?” 

you slurred something incoherent, barely even recognizing your own words. did you even form a sentence at all? how buzzed were you? 

the blurry figure hummed. “wait here.” 

it wasn’t like you could walk right now. where would you even go? you could barely see two steps in front of you. 

the figure returned, gently lifting your chin. “here, drink this. it’s water. it’ll help.” 

with their help, you downed the entire glass as if you hadn’t drank water in months.

“there we go. feeling a bit better?” they wiped your tears with a napkin, careful not to irritate your skin. you hadn’t even noticed you had been crying. “we should get you home.” 

did they know you? had kuni miraculously showed up to take you home? no, he’d be chastising you about your low tolerance if this were him. 

they led you out of the frat house and away from the hot bodies, smell of weed, and booming music. your head felt lighter as you took in a huge breath of the chilly nighttime air. 

they sat you down on the curb as they pulled out their phone, and you raised a hand to your forehead. your head was pounding like crazy, and on top of that, nausea began to eat away at you. 

a hand was placed on your shoulder, but you couldn’t hear what the person was saying over the ringing in your ears. looking up at them to finally take a glance at their face, your eyes fell shut.

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notes: 😛 there’s a certain event i want to include in the second act of this fic buuuuuut the more i think of how im gonna include it, the more it doesn’t make sense… so ig we’ll see

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GET HIM BACK : 05. coming clean

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notes: events that happened over a week ago caused this chapter to be delayed. thank u sm to those of u who supported me during that time, i deeply appreciate it 🤍 in other news, i finished the outline, and during my break, i worked on this fic A LOT so expect many updates :3

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GET HIM BACK : 04. jimmy

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notes: spots for my 500 event are still open! “jimmy” is a reference to a dorm ghost i had in my freshman yr of uni. my roommate at the time and i named it lmao

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GET HIM BACK : 03. pack it up, scene squad

cws: f slur, derogatory words

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notes: a lot of shit happened to me recently so ive got the motivation for this fic back 😎 creds to the stellaronhvnters for the alpha wolf jokes, they've been making them sm that i literally had a dream i howled like a wolf 😭...... also i’d like to clarify that im gay, so i WILL be including the same jokes my friends and i make irl. feel free to send in a req for my 500 event!!

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GET HIM BACK : 02. chat save me

cws: sexual innuendo, self deprecation, kys jokes, mentions of su!cide

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notes: so um. i actually did have that happen to me. my uni canceled my financial aid and i had like 2 breakdowns within the timespan of 5 hrs bc my mom called me and yelled at me and then my dad made it worse by calling me a few hrs later and yapping into my ear. anyw i'm still in the process of figuring shit out and i sent in my appeal, so fingers crossed!

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GET HIM BACK — performing arts losers!

KINICH — 20. not a playboy, but people assume so about him because he's always seen with someone different. is actually very loyal and kindhearted. gets dragged along to parties by heizou and aether. not that much of a people person. very introverted and prefers to stay in his dorm than go out.

CITLALI — 20. engineering major who has way too many assignments. never seen at social events and not in any clubs. famous on campus for inventing some weird device, but 95% of the student body has never seen her face because she's always locked away in her lab. the science department ADORES her. hates partying, but will occasionally drink if she feels stressed.

HEIZOU — 19. high like 24/7. always at parties, never in the classroom. asks citlali to tutor him because he's always behind on a ton of assignments. journalism major who actually hates writing. in the theatre club because he needed to join a club and theatre was the most appealing to him.

KAZUHA — 20. music industry major who should actually be a creative writing major because he loves to write. writes poems for fun. in band. takes 3 art classes even though they're not required for his major. a part of the arts and crafts club because he thought it'd be fun and relaxing.

AETHER — 18. the one who always gets alcohol from an unknown source and likes holding parties in his apartment. everyone fears him because they never know where he gets illegal shit from. kind of a menace. likes playing pranks on his friends. was in band in high school and is constantly teased about it. gets bullied by his sister all the time.

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GET HIM BACK — wasted bitches!

YN — 19. creative writing major. excessively burnt out. big earthcore and goblincore girlie. has plants on her windowsill and her entire dorm is cottagecore themed. vice president of the theatre club. roommates with kuni and sethos, who she's known since childhood. works in admissions as an ambassador.

MUALANI — 19. business major. knows literally almost everyone on campus, it's kinda terrifying. co-captain of the girls volleyball club. captain of the surfing club. involved with four other clubs that she's the vice president for. loves talking with people and very lively. also works in admissions as an ambassador. tour groups absolutely adore her.

XILONEN — 21. engineering major. captain of the girls soccer club. captain of the girls volleyball club. likes to be involved with sports, but doesn't like socializing all that much. a part of the dance club for funsies. loves to party and dragging her friends out to parties. has a high tolerance. high half the time. met yn in middle school.

LUMINE — 18. psychology major. burnt out 24/7. always too busy working on assignments to go out to parties, but tries her best to go to club meetings and fun events on campus. when she does get to go to a party, she gets shitfaced and then complains about having to go to class with a hangover the next day.

KUNI — 19. history major. has a love/hate relationship with his major. dating sethos. one of yn's childhood best friends. owns a black cat named sharkie but he endearingly calls him 'fuckface'. president of the alternative music appreciation club. was coerced (forced) to join the theatre club.

SETHOS — 19. communications major. another person who works in admissions. very much a people-person, and loves talking with anyone and everyone. not really involved with any clubs, but he has considered joining the theatre club because yn begged him to. dating kuni. loves going to parties with xilonen.

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GET HIM BACK !

social media au | kinich x fem!reader

SUMMARY: you’re drunk— drunker than you’ve ever been at a party, and without realizing, you curl up into the person closest to you. you didn’t get a good look at his face, but judging from the way your phone blew up the next morning, it was definitely someone you should’ve stayed away from. but now he has your contact somehow, and even your social media, and your best friend is yelling at you; because this is her ex. and now your parents are calling to get on your ass about your failed classes, and you realize you’ve dug yourself an even deeper grave.

STATUS: ongoing | TAGLIST: CLOSED. CWS: underage drinking, mentions of drugs and alcohol

🎧 — PROFILES ;

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• ACT ONE: drunk walk home

01. i’m so fucked 02. chat save me 03. pack it up, scene squad 04. jimmy 05. coming clean 06. indebted 07. ayo soft launch ???? 08. walmart sherlock 09. planning 10. for tonia

• ACT TWO: get him back!

11. whores r us 12. hinge date 13. exes 14. get him back! 15. you’re losing me 16. like before 17. faking it 18. the return of jimmy 19. thinking (that’s never a good sign) 20. break 21. i’m sorry 22. settle our differences 23. maybe one day 24. closure 25. i promise

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NOTES: pretty sure i was tipsy when i came up with the brilliant idea of writing about how my life is going to shit LOL (that shot of straight vodka fucked me up real good). half of this is based off my own experiences of almost failing out of uni + having 3 breakdowns within my first week this semester then going out to a party and having 4 drinks bc fuck it we ball LMAO. gonna be honest, half the cast is drunk 24/7 😭😭

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GET HIM BACK : 01. i’m so fucked

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notes: i finally branched out and made new friends outside of my current friend group. it was scary, but i did it!! im a little nervous tho bc both of them r straight so i cant make the same jokes that i make with my gay friends 😔 also took me a good 2 hrs before i gained the courage to tell them my pronouns and i was fearing for my life that they were gonna be homophobic. cishets r fr terrifying bro 🤕

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living with wanderer

throughout the house, there’s evidence of who lives there almost everywhere; paintings and drawings of each other created by each other, shoes and keys by the front door, your keys decorated to be much cuter than his, pieces of furniture picked out years ago that has definitely overstayed their welcome, yet you keep everything the same as it is.

and so much more, so much that it would take hours for you to finish talking about the littlest of things you love and cherish

in the early hours of the morning, when the sun just barely rises over the horizon to warm your previously cool sheets, wanderer begs you— as you like to think of it as— to please, just stay in today with him.

he’ll mumble something tiredly along the lines of “is it really necessary?…” while pulling you closer to his chest; closer to where he wishes he had a beating heart, one that could soothe your worries and lull you to sleep with its thumps.

he’s even cuter in the morning: hair disheveled and sticking to his face, eyes lidded with sleep, and lips swollen. it’s really hard for you to say no, when he’s so vulnerable like this, so open with his weakness, so you cave in sometimes…

in the afternoon, when the sun begins to set and paint your shared home in hues of oranges and reds, wanderer has already started on cooking dinner for you; perfect timing, as well, because it wouldn’t be very good if the food was too hot or too cold for you to enjoy by the time you got home!

it’s hard coming by the right ingredients in a place as different from inazuma as sumeru, but it all pays off when he sees your dull eyes, tired from working all day, shine and borderline brim with tears at the first bite.

at night, when the sun sets farther, replaced with the moon’s glow and a chill carried by the wind, you get ready for bed with each other; sometimes, when you don’t forget to take care of the laundry, you like to match pajamas with him, his being a little more tame than yours

its domestic moments like staring at each other in the mirror while brushing your teeth, arguing over who’s the coldest and more deserving of the sheets, and then forgetting about said petty argument when you’re so warmly wrapped in his embrace, where you find yourself wishing that when you’d fall asleep, your dreams only sweetly consist of wanderer.