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imperfect for you ✧⋆｡˚

❛ ༉‧₊˚ featuring: neuvillette x treasure hoarder!reader

❛ ༉‧₊˚ premise: the iudex of fontaine is renowned for his impartiality, objectivity, and unwavering principles. he resolves the court’s cases with precision, wielding a sharp blade of virtue against any misconduct that arises before him. but when a pesky treasure hoarder with a crude tongue and an eye for jewels crosses his path, she threatens to obliterate everything he’s ever stood for…

❛ ༉‧₊˚ genres: fluff, angst, enemies to lovers, class divide

❛ ༉‧₊˚ word count: 4k+

♪ imperfect for you - ariana grande (slowed + reverb)

Sometimes, to make a living, you’ve got to get your hands a little dirty.

I would know. The life of a Treasure Hoarder, to the disagreement of many, is no easy feat. I’m not going to act like it’s a righteous path, but it’s the only path for the likes of me; and unlike my fellow bandits, I don’t burn my cash nearly as quickly as they do.

Fontaine is like an open treasure chest, full of twinkling gems and glittering jewels, a realm of luxury and riches. I normally sneak slices of warm bread into my satchel. But I’m tired of always struggling to get by. I’m sick of making ends meet when I could be weaving a tapestry of opulent threads.

I want to steal something bigger. Brighter. Feed my brothers and sisters without having to worry about warm bread.

I hear the Court of Fontaine is stocking up on a sackful of precious goods from all over the nation - and I intend to get my hands on them.

…

Sneaking into the court was surprisingly easy. All I had to do was put on an old hat and pretend I’d been sent to deliver the week’s paper.

“I’m here to collect a stack of news, sir.” I tip my hat politely, a paragon of manners and humility.

And just like that, I’m in. This isn’t my first time breaking into the court; after all, it’s terribly troublesome for non-aristocrats to find themselves welcome in a high-society breeding ground like this one.

I stroll down the frilly lanes of Quartier Narbonnais, taking my time to avoid suspicion. Parasols and silky dresses line the streets, hushed chatter and gossip filling the air like the incessant chips of Bluecrown Finches. Something to the left catches my eye.

It’s a child standing on the tips of his toes, arms outstretched towards a small roll of sapphire-blue ribbon on a tall wooden shelf. I realize I’m standing in front of the Chioriya Boutique. Huh. Such beautiful dresses… The boy’s clothes are slightly tattered, his skin marked with dirt. My heart pangs with sympathy at the thought that this child is just like my little brother; anxious, alone, and with nothing to his name.

I point a finger towards the bushes next to the shop and shout, “Look! Over there!”

The ladies looming nearby gasp with curiosity, craning their necks to get a good look of whatever it is that’s caught my eager attention. I yank the roll of ribbon off the shelf without making a sound, a devious act that only one with years of practice could master. her

Handing it to the boy, I ask him what he needs it for and pull him to the side.

“My sister’s dress is missing a blue ribbon. I figured I’d find her a replacement…” He trails off, uneasy. “Unfortunately, I don’t have any money to pay you, mademoiselle…”

“Consider it a favor.” I pause. “You owe me one, that’s all.”

The boy nods, his adorable features lighting up. I ruffle his hair and tell him to scurry off.

“Make sure you don’t get caught, little one!”

“Caught doing what, exactly, young lady?”

A deep, commanding voice speaks from a few feet behind, startling me - though I do not show it.

I turn to face the man in a relaxed, casual manner. His face surprises me even more than his voice does. He’s an elegant, poised man, tall and intimidating, yet not in a bad way. He does reek of sophistication, nevertheless. I curse myself for being so careless. What are you, an amateur?

“Why, by his sister, of course! Children these days, always running about.” I chuckle for effect.

It doesn’t seem to faze him.

“I have reason to believe you have stolen something from this establishment, miss. I’ll have my officers take you in for further questioning immediately.”

What a jerk! I can hardly believe such cold-hearted individuals exist. I glance over his fanciful robes and twinkling accessories with disdain, remembering exactly why I proclaim law enforcement in Teyvat to be a terribly corrupt system run by frauds. I need to think fast if I want to make it back out of the court alive.

Criminals like me have no place in a respectable region like this.

“Of course, my lord. I will obey your orders without a word of complaint.” I bow to him despite myself.

“Very well then. Come with me.” He starts forward, footsteps strong and chin held high. “You must be from the villa–”

I’ve snuck behind the nearest bush and climbed up a wall, as swift and soundless as ever. Watching from above, I giggle at the officer’s notable confusion.

“Show yourself!” He shouts, eyes frantically searching his surroundings but to no avail. Clearly frustrated, he curses under his breath, attracting the attention of the ladies nearby, who swoon once they meet his gaze.

“My apologies.” He mutters under his breath, eyebrows knitted together in a scowl.

He storms off into the crowd.

…

It isn't until I return to base that I realize that was no ordinary officer. The way he was dressed, the power in his voice when he spoke to me… It all seemed very peculiar.

“The Iudex. You spoke to the Iudex of Fontaine. There’s no way.” My younger sister seems to be in a state of shock.

“The Chief Justice? Nahhh. It couldn’t have been him. I mean, what’s he doing next to a women’s boutique?”

“Based on your descriptions, I think it’s safe to say that it really was him. I have heard that he enjoys strolling amongst the locals.”

I have a hard time believing it all. Indeed, my sister has always been the most well-read of us, but surely if I’d come face to face with the Iudex of Fontaine himself, I’d have known, right?

It all just seems absurd.

But I guess anything is possible in the Land of Justice. Now that I’ve found myself on the Chief Justice’s radar, it would benefit me to be more careful with my thieving endeavors in the court.

A minor inconvenience isn’t going to stop me now.

…

In an ornate, oversized office, Neuvillette sits by the fireplace, pondering.

He’s infuriated that someone dared defy his word in his presence. He’s puzzled about the thief’s identity, her next move. Most passionately of all, he feels foolish.

Utterly ashamed that he let a young woman escape with her pride right under his nose.

He calls out for a servant. “Have a Melusine troop assembled by tomorrow morning. I must catch this thief if it’s the last thing I do.”

“Of course, sire.” The servant hesitates, unsure. “Don’t mind my prying, sire, but this girl seems like nothing more than a petty thief. Why are you so hung up on bringing her in?”

Neuvillette rests his head on a gloved hand, elbow propped up on his polished spruce-wood desk.

“Because no one… escapes from the law.”

…

No one, of course, but me.

I spent the next two weeks stealing all sorts of interesting artifacts from within the court, some that sparkle and some that whir. With the money I’ve been bringing in, my siblings are finally able to have meals that contain more than just mushrooms and a few slices of bread.

Multiple times a member of the Iudex’s troop - occasionally the Iudex himself - managed to catch me, but each and every time I got out unscathed. I think I enjoy this life of crime.

Or rather, I enjoy the look on his face when he realizes I’ve slithered out of his reaches. The thrill of coming this close to facing him again, each and every time.

I received word that a masquerade ball is being hosted at the Vasari Passage tomorrow night, and that many fine ladies and gentlemen of society will be there. Naturally, I decide that my next cause of action is to “borrow” a pretty ball gown for my grand entrance.

I choose the most exquisite of gowns from the shop’s dusty attic - a rich purple shade to match my eyes - and brace myself for a possible run-in with the Iudex. I can’t risk him capturing me again. There’s no way he’d still recognise me. It’s been ages. Besides, I’m sure he has other bandits on his list.

…

The ball is an extravagant affair; I’ve never seen this much Hydro in one place - on land, of course. I have to admit, it really is quite enchanting.

Throughout the evening, I’m careful not to expose my face. I must be the most wanted petty criminal in Fontaine. In the unlikely event that anyone should identify me as the thief that’s been stealing their goods, it would only mean more trouble for me. With grace and finesse I whisk through the crowds, yanking one pearl necklace after another from the necks of oblivious aristocrats, stashing my finds safely away in the pocket strapped to my leg.

Just as I’ve gotten my hands on a marvelous emerald bracelet, I bump into someone I didn’t notice was standing right in front of me. As I recover, I’m struck with the familiar sight of flowing sapphire robes, a head of long hair as pristine and pure as snow. Oh, Archons.

Before I can even begin to protest, he grabs me by the waist with a firm hand and pulls me into a back garden, far enough away from the bustle of the ball. A glowing waterfall splashes gently to my left, and a couple dozen fireflies light up the Romaritime bushes that surround us.

I watch him carefully as he flexes his jaw. Though his face is partly concealed by a mask, I can tell he’s been driven mad with contempt - no, irritation. He’s been waiting a long time for this moment.

“It’s you.”

“To what do I owe the pleasure, my lord?”

“Enough of your games.” He spits out the words as if they’re poison on his tongue. “You cannot run forever. I know people like you well. It never ends well for them, running from the law.”

This pisses me off.

“Because the law protects the high and mighty, like you. Like the people out there. There’s no room in the law for people like me. Those who have to fight to survive. Those who can’t find work. Those who can’t put food on the table without stealing it.”

I watch as he falls silent, seemingly at a loss for words.

“What you are doing, while worthy of sympathy, is still illegal. It is my duty as Iudex to uphold the law and bring justice to all.”

“What about my family? What justice do they receive then, you bastard?”

He seems taken aback by my choice of words, a small frown written across his brows. Did I just insult the Chief Justice? I try to think of a way out of this situation; it’s gotten far too messy for my liking.

But a part of me doesn’t want to leave him here. This game we're playing - it excites me. Sometimes, it feels as though he lets me go on purpose. And while I do credit myself for being an excellent thief, I can’t help but feel as if I’ve gotten myself entangled with the law in more ways than one.

“I must take you in immediately. You will return all of the items you’ve stolen, precious or not. Fontaine is no place for such thie–”

I take a step forward and kiss him on the cheek.

Just a peck; a gentle act of intimacy that lasts no longer than a second. It shocks me as much as it does him, and I swear that beneath his mask, I can see his cheekbones flush a deep crimson red.

“P-Pardon me, my lord.” I take the opportunity to flee, leaving whatever just happened in the garden behind me.

He must’ve been too disgusted to follow me.

…

The following days passed with little to no thievery. I couldn’t explain it, but a part of me felt… guilty, for the first time in my life. Maybe not for stealing all those things from the hands of the wealthy, but for kissing him the way I did, in an attempt to save my own ass.

But that was the tricky part; did I really kiss him just to save my own ass?

I shake my head, desperate to prevent these frightening thoughts from clouding my judgment. I still have a family to feed.

I’m just about to sneak a sack of berries into my satchel when I feel his presence wash over me, watching me. I spin around to survey my surroundings, and sure enough, there he is. The Iudex in all of his dignified glory - staring at me from across the street. I return the sack to its position in the pile and walk over to him, my footsteps light and quick.

“I didn’t steal.”

“You would have.”

“But I didn’t.”

He sighs, exasperated. “I have been lenient to you. Whether or not you agree, I have shown you kindness by not exacting harsher measures in response to your… intemperance.”

I suppose that is true, especially after what I pulled that night. I remain silent.

“And despite every fiber of my being telling me to put you behind bars this instant, I wish to ask you a few questions before I do so.”

“And what’s in it for me, wise-ass?”

If he’s offended, he’s doing a great job concealing it. “I’ve called off the search. And, you’ll get to ask a few questions of me.” He tilts his head cautiously.. “Something tells me you would find that most enticing.”

He’s right. I hate that he’s right.

“Fine. Shall we head to somewhere more private, my lord?”

…

For some reason, he brings me to his office in the Palais Mermonia. We enter through a secret entrance hidden from the public eye, and manage to remain unseen. He’s very serious about keeping our arrangement confidential.

The building is lavishly decorated, its shiny walls a reflection of its equally shiny inhabitants. At every turn I’m awed by the sheer magnificence of it all; by how I’m likely to never set foot in a place like this again.

“Please, have a seat.” His voice is low. He almost looks uncomfortable.

“So. What’d you wanna ask me?” I lift both feet and rest them atop his desk, crossing my right leg over the left. This is my first and last time in a room as cushy as this one, after all - I might as well make myself at home. “If you don't mind, I’d like you to answer my questions before I answer yours.”

He doesn’t object. I continue, “Why are you so unwilling to turn a blind eye to a few measly scoundrels? The people they’re stealing from already have far too much - and yet, you are complicit with their greed.”

There’s a distant look in his eyes. “Ever since I’d been issued the position of Iudex, there’s been an immeasurable… weight on my back. To uphold the law, standards of safety, fairness… That has been my job for as long as I can remember. I have dedicated my life to ensuring that Fontaine is the splitting image of perfection.”

“You speak as if you are old.” I scoff, feigning sophistication in my voice. “You’re a young man yourself. Shouldn’t you, of all people, understand that achieving perfection is impossible? Not when there is so much filth and corruption manifesting beneath the surface?”

My words seem to have struck him. “...I suppose there is truth to your words.”

“So stop. Let me and my people live as we have been. We don’t go around attacking the rich unprovoked, you know, despite what most people think.”

We share a pleasant silence for a moment. It feels as if I’m getting to him; as if we’re beginning to really see each other.

“You really do have the most exquisite eyes.”

This takes me by surprise. Did the Chief Justice of Fontaine just compliment my eyes? I try to suppress the redness growing across my cheeks.

He speaks again, his unfaltering gaze fixed on mine. “I never quite got your name, Miss…”

“Y/N,” I answer hastily. “And, you are…?”

“Neuvillette. My given name.”

Neuvillette. It’s never occurred to me how much I don’t know about the affairs of the city. About him.

“I have another question, Neuvillette.” He nods. “Why are you so intent on bringing me in? Are there no other criminals in Fontaine that demand more pressing attention?” I push further. “And why are you talking to me now, rather than locking me up?”

He looks speechless, as if troubled by something. “Because…” My heart stutters as I anticipate what he’s about to say. “Because I have something to ask of you.”

I deflate. “Oh. What is it?”

“I’m willing to offer you a job - an esteemed position in the Maison Gardiennage. You’d be an excellent addition to the team, and you won’t have to worry about a single piece of Mora from now on–”

My heart stops stuttering. It sinks. “So that’s what this is about.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“You pity me. This whole time–you’ve been trying to recruit me for your–your–battalion! To use me!” I feel betrayed. Blindsided. I can’t believe I’ve been so stupid.

I rush to stand up, and he gets up just as quick. “I assure you, that is not my intention, Miss Y/N–”

“You just want me taken care of so I can stop stealing and you can go back to your precious duties.” And to think that maybe we shared something. “I thought you were different. I really did. Now I see I was mistaken.”

“Miss Y/N, you must not keep stealing.” He sounds desperate, as if about to lose the composure he so carefully maintains.

I can’t do this. I swing the door to the hallway open, fuming. “You call us Treasure Hoarders, but you fail to realize that the ones who hoard treasure are yourselves.”

I spin around one final time, taking in the sight of him. He’s standing less than an inch away from me now. I notice that it physically pains me to be this close to him. “I hope I’m not spotted, for your sake. Archons forbid what being seen with me might do to your reputation.”

I slam the door behind me.

…

For the first time, Neuvillette doesn’t have a solution for any of this. He can’t let her keep stealing, that’s for sure. But is that really all that’s troubling him? Is that the real reason why he’s so worked up about all of this?

He swats at an invisible thought in the air. Focus. A royal auction is to be held tomorrow evening, and there’s a lot to be done.

…

I can’t bear to stay in the court for much longer. Everything is just… too much.

If I am to stop stealing in the court, all while ensuring that my family is fed and happy, I’ll have to end my business here with a bang. Steal something truly valuable that’ll guarantee I’ll never have to steal again.

Therefore, when I receive news of the Annual Court Auction being held the following day, I can hardly contain my anticipation.

This will be the heist of all heists. My family’s lives are on the line.

I must sneak in unnoticed, snag the one-of-a-kind Hunter’s Brooch from wherever it is backstage, and sneak back out where I came from. Make sure I avoid running into Neuvillette, at all costs.

…

As the clock strikes six, the auction begins. A dense crowd fills the ballroom, the stench of elitism wafting through the air.

I managed to steal a servant’s uniform while he was distracted and put on my disguise, determined to get the job done once and for all. As I pretend to refill my tray, I listen closely as the auctioneer projects his booming voice. “Going once, going twice… SOLD to the lady in pink!”

The Hunter’s Brooch is up next. I glide through the crowd, offering tiny pastries and shot glasses to the haughty noblemen as I pass.

“Next up: the Hunter’s Brooch!” The crowd oohs and aahs, captivated by its remarkable beauty. “Do I hear one-million?”

I inch closer and closer to the stage as bidders furiously compete with one another for the brooch. I hear numbers I have never heard in my life.

“Do I hear fifteen-million? Going once, going twice…” The crowd falls silent, seemingly bested.

“Twenty-million.”

My head whips around so fast I almost drop my tray. Neuvillette.

“SOLD to our Chief Justice!”

I take a deep breath and try to calm my nerves. Seeing him from afar is somehow a thousand times worse than seeing him up close.

I remind myself what I came here for. I attempt to ignore the pounding in my chest and sneak past the guards in front of the stage. There it is.

The brooch sits on a cushioned plinth backstage, sparkling despite the darkness. I yank it from its display in the blink of an eye and stuff it into my satchel. Hugging it under my arm, I latch on to the wall behind the stage and begin climbing towards the landing on the second floor.

Just as I reach the surface, I pick up a swarm of hurried footsteps headed in my direction. I try to steady myself as hastily as possible, but by the time I look up, it’s too late.

Guards.

They grab me by the arms and pull me away from the auction. From my grand plan. From my dreams of never having to steal again.

…

A trial. I’m to sit in front of the Iudex tonight and face him for the first time in days. I’m to relive the embarrassment of getting caught, of encountering my first defeat. I’m to look him in the eye as he finally decides to throw me in jail for good.

Time passes rather quickly in a holding cell, contrary to popular belief. Before I know it, I’m sitting in a courtroom, anxiously waiting for the Iudex to walk in.

My pulse quickens when the thick ivory doors swing open.

He remains the paradigm of grace and regality; able to command an entire room without ever so much as uttering a word.

Despite all the guilt, all the shame I’m feeling sitting in this chair, I can’t seem to take my eyes off him.

He moves to take his seat on the elevated throne in the middle of the room, and for a moment - just a tiny sliver of a second - we lock eyes. He looks conflicted, tired, as if he hadn’t slept a wink last night.

The trial proceeded as one normally would; everyone was represented by someone, though the loaded old man I’d stolen from had obviously hired a greater amount of skill.

It’s now time for the final judgment to be made.

The Iudex’s eyes are downcast, his forehead creased. His gloved hands seem to be restless and unsure. Please, Neuvillette. Don’t do this.

A pause that stretches on for an eternity passes, and he whispers something unintelligible to the court orderly standing next to him. A bewildered expression appears on the orderly’s face, but Neuvillette has already gotten up to exit, halting all further questions.

He charges out of the courtroom, leaving hushed exclamations and gasps of surprise in his wake. Neuvillette… Did you betray me? We all look to the court orderly.

“The Chief Justice of Fontaine has declared the defendant… not guilty.”

…

“So does that mean you’re free to go now?”

“Yep.” I smile at my sister with a sigh. “I’m never going back there again.”

“What? Why not? I thought you said the city was our golden opportunity.”

“It was. But I’ve come to realize that I can’t keep stealing from the hand that feeds me. It’s too much. It’s not… fair.”

“Who are you and what have you done with my sister?” She wriggles her eyebrows at me.

I give her a hard nudge, playfully. “There are other prospects, you know. I heard Liyue possesses treasures beyond even our wildest dreams. We shall aim to relocate by the end of the month.”

“Not yet done with your scheming, Miss Y/N?”

No. It can’t be.

I jump to my feet so quickly my sister flinches. “Hey, could you maybe…”

She runs off towards the camp, leaving the two of us standing face to face atop the most beautiful hill in the region.

“I wasn’t expecting you.” My voice comes out shaky, as if I haven’t spoken in years.

Neuvillette searches my eyes, vulnerable and sincere. “Did you really think you could hide from me for long?”

Inhale. Exhale. “I don’t understand. Why didn’t you lock me up? Why come all the way here after two weeks?”

“You must know…” He trails off, stares at the setting sun just above the horizon. “My every waking moment is plagued by thoughts of… of you.”

I stop breathing.

“At night, I dream of you. The criminal I cannot seem to capture. The thief I cannot seem to subdue.” He takes a step forward. “Your words echo in my mind, your eyes pierce my soul. Your insolence, obscenity, rebelliousness… All of it. It-It vexes me.” Another step. “You are a thief, Y/N, for you have stolen more than just precious gems and sparkling jewels.”

I’m rendered speechless. All I want to do is run into his arms.

“Please. Don’t leave. I beg of you.”

My heart feels so… so full. I rush to close the distance between us, beaming so widely it must look strange.

“Only if you promise to let me keep stealing your stuff.”

He rolls his eyes. “Your wish is my command. I suppose it will do the nation some good if all of its inhabitants remain healthy and fed.” I smile. “You’ve made up your mind, then? No law enforcement work for you?”

“Actually… I’ve yet to give it any thought. You sure you’d want a Treasure Hoarder amongst your ranks?”

“You make a good point. But right now…” He’s staring again, lips mere inches away from mine. “All I want… is you.”

“But my lord, surely that’s against the law,” I tease.

“The law has no place here.”

And he kisses me, hungry and passionate.

For the first time in ages, I finally feel well off.

❛ ༉‧₊˚ author's note: i had to stop myself from writing a commentary on class divide and remember i'm in love with neuvillette lol (two things can be true at once) hope you like this one! typically this would've been a multiple-chapter fic on ao3 but oh well here goes nothing

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i'm back ! ✧⋆｡˚

it's been a while! things had gotten a little busy for me, so i may have resorted to neglecting the account just a little bit... but i've returned from my hiatus and am ready to start writing again! below are some announcements i'd like to make before kicking the new writing season off:

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"now he’s kissing you in a way that’s going to screw you up forever" AHHHHHHH OMGTHISISSOCUTE EEEEEEEE <333

HIIII, how are you? I hope everything goes well <33 I would like to order gaming x reader, maybe as an accidental kissing session? If it's not too much trouble, thank you very much for reading <33

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐬

— characters : ga ming

— character(s) are friends with reader, gn!reader, not really an accidental kiss… it had a purpose, mutual pining, this is a work of fiction

fluff , accidental kiss , modern!au . word count : 1.1k

hi there lovely! i changed this up a bit since i couldnt figure out what to write. i hope you dont mind! very extra special tag for @aventurne !!

The movie ends in such a bittersweet way. The protagonist lives her life as a teacher and her sister marries the boy she once loved the most. She looked back at her life in such a happy way now that she also had someone for her. You sniffle, bringing a tissue to your eyes. Your friend looks at you, eyes filled with worry.

“Are you okay?” He asks, hesitantly bringing his hand to your cheek and wiping away any kind of remaining trail the tear left. You two had planned a little movie date. If you could even call it that–You did it as friends anyway. Yet you never expected the movie you chose to be this… This devastating.

“Mhm–” You sniffle again, cheeks puffing up. You start fanning your face to try and stop crying, but the more you think about it the sadder you get. “That was just. Wow, like I didn’t expect it at all.”

He giggles, laying back comfortably on his seat. He nods, yeah.

“Think that’ll happen to me too?” You’ve always believed love would never work out the way you wanted it to. For you, of course. I mean, your friends are all in happy relationships–marriages for some and you’re stuck at this golden age, single.

“With the amount of unrequited love stories you’ve watched? At this point, I’m starting to believe it will.” Ga ming teases you.

“That hurt a little, `ming.” Crossing your arms pretending to be upset.

“Oh–Oh I'm sorry,” He says sarcastically, laughing. “Let’s not forget what happened with La La Land.”

“Whatever! I doubt you’ll be getting a partner in the near future anyway; So we're in the same boat.”

He grins, “Really now?”

You nod frantically. Going on a short rant about how his personality is so explosive it causes the other people’s social battery to die out immediately, or how he’s so active all the time you never get a break from all the activities you guys do. Or how his smile is so captivating, maybe how his face is so bewitching.

“Don’t know. All I'm hearing is you like me so much it's killing you.”

“I do not!”

“Sure.”

Yeah. Maybe you do like him. A lot, maybe a bit more. He’s cast a spell on your heart and you can’t undo it–It’s a curse and a blessing all at the same time. What if you like your best friend? It’s not like he felt the same way anyway. Well he might, with the mixed signals he’s been giving you. But he’s nice to everyone–He’s like that to everyone. And it has always been like that from the very start.

He looks at you in a way that squeezes and twists at your chest; He smiles at you in a way that causes all the butterflies to fly from its cage in your stomach and you feel so lightheaded when you two laugh together. You’re lost in the way he’s so caring, and it makes you feel sick and selfish wanting him for all yourself.

But that's just how you feel. For all you know–He might just be leading you on, and you’ll find out once you admit your feelings to him right now at this moment.

It's so difficult not to blurt it out. The love from your heart is escaping and taking this tension between you as its new home. You just look at him as he takes in the surroundings of your venue, with the warm fairy lights emitting a glow that makes him look more ethereal by the moment, and with the couch that has his hair all fluffed up. But it’s just now that you notice how bright his eyes look, how the shine compliments the red hues so perfectly. Just now that you see the little fangs on his teeth and how his face scrunches up so right whenever he smiles widely. You wonder how he’ll look when you two grow old, how much will change within those years.

You can’t be his, it’ll ruin you in more ways than one.

“You’re awfully quiet, was the movie that bad?” His concern is enough to melt the walls you’ve worked too hard to build around your heart. He will ruin your inner peace, is it weird that you would let him?

You don’t dare answer.

“Hey, look at me.”

He brings his hands to your cheeks, making you face him. You feel stupid in love, it's like you just can’t get enough air to your lungs because even that is filled with the scent of him.

“Talk to me, what’s wrong?”

His eyes wander from your lips to your own eyes, looking for any kind of sign that you don't feel good. You place your hand on top of his and gently press your cheek against him more. You warned yourself, this is a bad idea. But you never listen, not once.

Now he’s kissing you in a way that’s going to screw you up forever.

It’s soft, the way he handles you so gently. As if you’re some kind of porcelain that’s a little too fragile. You’re regretting everything that brought you to this moment but you’re not complaining one bit.

And it was short-lived. It wasn’t even a kiss, it was a peck on the lips. He was scared that you wouldn’t feel the same way, because somehow maybe you didn’t fall in love with your best friend who you’ve had multiple dimsums with. The friend that held you in your darkest moments and the friend who wished for all your partners to somehow quit playing with your feelings so he could be the one to be there for you instead.

Oh god, you were inlove. And so was he–and maybe even more than you.

“I didn’t mean to do that.” He stammered. Cheeks red and yours the same. You two were affected under the same spell you put on each other. “I swear–You just looked too pretty. I couldn't help it.”

It feels like you’ve just discovered love. Like you were the only one to know how it feels to be in love with someone. The tension is gone and all you’re feeling is pure adoration from him, from the way he stares at you with an expression you’ve never seen before.

Someday, this will end. But for now? You’ll be treasuring the moment in a way you’re sure no one else has.

characters belong to their respective companies. everything is written by staarri - do not steal, reupload, translate, modify or feed my work to ai.

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starfellforyou · 3 years ago

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WHY NOT JUST US SDJSKDSDJD 💖💖💖💖 he's so cute when he when when he when he yk when he 😣😣

𖣠 fem!reader, reader is the cousin of the bf’s girlfriend yez, character has an older brother

he was just a regular man with no interest in forming a romantic relationship whatsoever. his elder brother, however, was the exact opposite — in fact he already had a girlfriend at the time. problem is, they didn’t have a car so he had to take them everywhere (basically he’s a third wheel).

one time they decided to visit his brother’s girlfriend’s apartment. supposedly, he was going to leave after bringing his brother there but his brother convinced him to stay and just wait for a moment. he finds his way to the living room and as he sits down, he notices another presence in the room and when he turns to take a look, a very beautiful person was standing at the corner of the room which was you.

you offered him a sandwich into which he politely declines saying that he’s not hungry when in truth, he was actually very shy to take it from the plate you personally prepared.

when he heard that you were in a relationship, he felt very dejected. like “oh so you aren’t single anymore?” type of sadness. pls help him TT

his brother reassures him though, teasing him by saying, “they’re definitely going to break up soon. you better be there for her.” — all this partnered with a light chuckle.

soon after, you and your boyfriend did break up. and after that you and him started texting each other. it wasn’t that serious at first but kinda like a ‘close friend’ type of relationship.

then one time you were at the mall with your friend going shopping when you suddenly got the idea of setting your friend up with him. you told him through a text stating what you had thought of previously and the message he sends back will forever be engraved in your heart.

“why not just us?” — is what it says. because you were too flustered to even process the text, you showed it to your friend and they just sighed like you did something ridiculous. “he’s totally into you.”

— DILUC, CHILDE, XIAO, heizou, kaeya, dottore

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starfellforyou · 3 years ago

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– 𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚 ?

tags: genshin boys x fem!reader, modern au, arcade date

premise: in which you take him to the arcade and test his emotional limits

characters: albedo, xiao, zhongli, diluc, kazuha

genre: fluff

albedo used to go to the arcade with his family when he was a kid, so he knows his way around the place pretty well. he has his eye on the giant sanrio plush on the prize counter and has made up his mind; he’s going to win it for the both of you. he attempts to shoot some hoops at the basketball simulator, but fails miserably. you see him getting visibly impatient, so you decide to take over and end up acing all of your shots, winning a truckload of tickets. smirking, you claim the adorable plush and hand it over to the blushing mess.

instead of trying to win tickets, you and xiao head for the claw machines (like all the real ones do). you know those things are rigged, but want to see him try - and fail - anyway, so you give him a few tokens and stand by. he has near perfect positioning, but the small demon slayer plush just won't budge. frustrated and flushed, he spends a good twenty more dollars on the machine and eventually manages to extract lil' zenitsu from his prison. you're giggling at his determination and resolve - a gesture he hardly appreciates.

zhongli wants to try out dance dance revolution so badly. he practically pulls you toward the machine and yanks a couple of token from your grasp, blatantly ignoring your glares of protest. surprisingly, he's really good at it, hardly missing a beat and putting all the k-pop groups you know to shame. half an hour passes, and he doesn't show any signs of stopping. "don't you think we should, you know... try other stuff?" he brushes your question off, sweaty and panting. "why don't you just–join me–babe?–it's–really fun–"

diluc isn't really one for arcade games. or anything that involves having fun in public, to put it plainly. still, he made an exception for you today. you suggest that, instead of tryharding like the locals do, he open a few gashapon capsules and leave the arcade with a few pleasant surprises. he inserts a few tokens into the machine and reaches for the dispensed capsule, a pastel pink orb of a potential tabby cat figurine. he knows how much you love tabby cats and wants to get one for you. unfortunately, he's run out of tokens; and the figurine in the pink capsule is far from tabby cat. he looks disappointed, so you kiss him on the cheek and tell him, "don't worry, luc. the tabby cat at home is far superior, anyway."

feeling competitive, you decide to challenge kazuha to a game of mario kart. you were sure you'd win, but he quickly proves you wrong, drifting here and swerving there at every turn. you hate to admit it, but getting absolutely destroyed in-game by your boyfriend is one of the hottest things you've ever experienced - and that's saying something. "–aaaand i win again," he smirks, pretending that he wasn't totally sweating the whole game, "you should really work on your movement, you know–you should use your power-ups moderately instead of–"

a/n: genshin boys geeking over games/being horrible at them/raging when they absolutely suck balls at them is my new spirit animal... i can't shake the thought of diluc finally getting that tabby cat figurine and lighting up because of it ;-; how badly he wanted that pussy ;;-;;

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starfellforyou · 3 years ago

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DOTTORE CALLING US SWEETS jsdhfskjdfhskjdfh whoops i think i just fell in love with this man ;-;

not sure if this is a red flag or whatever but i have a soft spot for hot possessive fictional men like,,, he can control me all he wants and i'd willingly do his bidding

when he gets jealous ft. cyno, dottore

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il dottore [the doctor]

his reputation as the ‘wildcard’ of the bunch shouldn’t have been taken lightly. he’s shown the same level of kindness as his sadistically immoral ways and what you get all depends on how he felt within the moment. still, it would be naive for any individual to dismiss his strong desire to watch the light leave his foe’s eyes.

he was a dangerous man, no one can argue that. one simple way people can dodge from becoming the next victim of his ire is by never speaking of your name.

you were his soft spot, the object of his affection, and what he valued most in life. his overly possessive behavior walked hand-in-hand with his feelings for you, and god only knows the extent his obsession led him to do. he wasn’t shy of making an absolute dog show of it, though. he was more than thrilled to demonstrate what will happen if they talk to you, look at you, or speak of you while using one of them as an example.

it took a week and a half for the cleaners to get rid of all the blood stains on the office walls and carpet floor.

dottore raises a brow. what he had just walked into was just about the most pitiful yet deplorable scene. he wanted to laugh. some degenerate was trying to shoot his shot with you, and he was failing… miserably. too clouded by his own bravado, he struggles to see that you were only responding out of niceties.

your boyfriend narrows his eyes to get a good view of who’s bothering you. a devilish smirk manifests when he notices it was a new recruit. my… was it going to be really fun scaring this one later…

he plasters on a warm smile when you perk up thanks to the noise of his shoes clicking against the lobby floor, revealing his presence right-away. it was cute to see your eyes lighten up at the sight of him. a tiny hint of glee washes over him as soon as you walk away from the other man. your arms slither around his torso in no time. greeting you with a quick peck on the forehead, he then asks:

“hey sweetheart, to what do i owe your visit?”

and you didn’t wait a minute longer to ramble.

none of it reaches his ears, though. his attention sticks onto the bastard bothering you earlier. his gaze flickers with glee when he witnesses the realization sink in that the pretty woman he was flirting with was his woman. it filled him with utter delight to see the terror bleed his face of any color and force him to search for the nearest exit.

“so… what do you think, dot?” your voice breaks him out of his reverie and he was now stuck with your doe eyes staring up at him, waiting for his answer. he lovingly sighs, oh, were you adorable! he could just eat you up.

he didn’t know what you said yet he agreed anyway. i mean, how can he say no to your face? especially when you look at him like he hung the moon and stars?

“sure, sweets.” dottore nods, as he bends down to lay a kiss on your forehead. “why don’t you start the car while i phone my secretary to cancel all my meetings later, yeah?”

a different air suffocates these four walls after you enter the elevator to do what your boyfriend instructed. it was heavy. it felt like an invisible force was weighing down on him the longer he stood there. he felt like prey about to be mangled by its predator with the way dottore paces towards him. his senses scream at him to back away or leave entirely, but he couldn’t. his body shut down and turned into stone.

“s-sir! good evening—”

dottore raises his hand and the man turns quiet. he lets out a laugh at the fact he appeared seconds away from pissing himself out of fear.

“consider yourself lucky,” he sneers, peering at him dead in the eyes, unblinking, “you get to live another day.”

he takes another step closer. his finger mimics a gun and he presses it against the man’s neck. “but if i ever see you near her again, you might not be so fortunate.” then mocks the sound of a gunshot. it would’ve looked absurd coming from anyone else, however, he made it frightening.

"leave. before my patience runs out."

cyno

he isn’t a jealous man. he disallowed his emotions to curtail any aspect of your life just because you’re dating. he didn’t tell you how to dress, how to act, and who you can befriend. you were your own person and he firmly believes that being your boyfriend shouldn’t change that.

he isn’t a jealous man. he refused to be dubbed as a jealous man. in his opinion, jealousy was a sign of low self-esteem and self-confidence and insecurity—feelings he argues that he didn’t experience often or at all. it was beneath him. he’d be hurt if you accuse him of behaving so immaturely.

he isn’t a jealous man. still, his emotions did get the best of him every now and then. thus, he couldn’t discount the bad taste it left in his mouth to find you beaming with joy whilst you caught up with your first love.

cyno scowls.

you didn’t get this smile-y or giggly around him. what could he have possibly said to get such a grand reaction from you? when you brought him to your high school reunion, he anticipated feeling somewhat left out that evening, though, it’d be balanced out by the many embarrassing stories your old friends might share with him—not subjected to the side as the third-wheel when he left to order drinks from the makeshift mini bar.

he knew it meant nothing and somehow, it managed to get on his nerves anyway. he detest that you two still got along, how passersby could mistake you for a couple without him around. truthfully, what genuinely got on his nerves were the whispers he heard fawning over your cordial interaction.

it was maddening. was he invisible to these people? he was your boyfriend now. not him.

he didn’t know it, but his displeasure with the scene in front of him showed plain across his face. a few onlookers spy his grip on the glasses he held. it looked mere seconds away from shattering in his hands. he paid no mind to it. his focus stayed solely on you.

when your eyes met, cyno musters to shake his head at you then turns around and exits the function room. he needed to leave. now. he couldn’t breathe. he loosens his tie a bit to catch his breath. he was in the midst of walking towards the men’s restroom when he felt you hold him in your arms.

he nibbles on his bottom lip. he didn’t like the way your eyes surveyed him. it was as if you were waiting for him to slip up and show a glint of what he truly felt. your boyfriend was an idiot to think he could hide his emotions from you. you’ve been dating long enough for you to be able to read him with ease. you knew him like the back of your hand.

“hey… hey, look at me,” you murmur, as you made your way around him to stand face to face, “what’s wrong, baby?”

silence.

ignoring your question, he turns the other direction to avert your harsh stare. it was crystal clear that he was upset with you and you knew why, but didn’t mention it for his sake. in the end, this wasn’t the first time it happened.

“cy… you can’t keep getting your feathers ruffled whenever someone gives me a little bit of attention.” you sigh, patting his chest.

still unwilling to speak to you, he instead nestles his hand at the small of your back and pulls you close until you stand flush against his chest. he leans down and lays his forehead on yours. your faces were a few centimeters apart, the tip of his nose brushes yours.

“tell me you’re mine,” cyno shamelessly demands, gaining a little giggle from you. “…please?”

“hm, well, if i’m all yours, kiss me like it then,” you tease and he playfully rolls his eyes then shakes his head at you before pressing his lips on yours in a saccharine kiss.

#— ‧ ₊˚ 𝘴𝘧𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 🍡✩

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starfellforyou · 3 years ago

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oh my goodness .

i’m blushing like crazy thinking about running away from an arranged date with diluc… I CAN UNLOCK SIDES OF HIM HE NEVER KNEW EXISTED I SWEAR JUST GIVE ME A CHANCE TO-

♡ BEAUTIFUL & DIRTY RICH.

you're the youngest scion of the world's most wealthy conglomerate owner, and with your older brother next-in-line to come into the role of chairman, you're free to run as wild as you like. and for you, that equates to getting into dating scandals nearly every other week, much to the chagrin of your management… though it’s not like they can say anything since you can get away with everything when you’re this beautiful & dirty rich.

✧ feat ; albedo, arataki itto, childe, diluc ragnvindr, gorou, kaedehara kazuha, kaeya alberich, kamisato ayato, scaramouche, shikanoin heizou, thoma, xiao x gn!reader

✧ warning(s) ; reader wears a skirt + heels at one point, alcohol mentions, drunk!reader, kinda suggestive

✧ a/n ; i have been brainrotting this concept since Forever and now i am forcing all of u to think abt it too >:) spot the xiao favouritism LMAO

please reblog + leave comments ! it helps a lot :)

✦ ALBEDO. [ kreideprinz ]

“you've got a press conference tomorrow afternoon at one,” albedo lists out your itinerary for the next day as you spin around in the chair at your desk. “and then lunch with lady ningguang at two.” “how about scheduling some time for us to go on a date instead?” you tease, a smirk curving your lips. “it's too late to change your schedule, mx y/n,” albedo answers without missing a beat. it's become a pastime of yours to attempt to fluster your cool personal assistant, and it's a common occurrence for you to flirt with him only to be immediately shut down. “what about kisses then? those are pretty quick.” albedo sighs, “may i remind you that you have barely a minute to spare tomorrow?” “a lot can be done in a minute,” you wink, and he stares at you, “i highly doubt even you can do much in the span of twenty seconds.” you groan, sliding down in the seat, “'bedo! would it kill you to play along sometimes?” “it won't kill me, but it might kill your schedule,” albedo shuffles the papers in his gloved hands. “and why is that?” “because,” he says simply, “i'd be too busy thinking about everything you've asked to do with me to get any work done.”

✦ ARATAKI ITTO. [ hanamizaka heroics ]

arataki itto is someone you shouldn’t be caught dead interacting with. despite that, you still find yourself picking up his calls and responding to his texts far too frequently. it started the day you were doing fansigns, as your autograph was highly coveted, and he was the only face that stood out to you in the sea of fans. itto had started by yelling a greeting, prompting your bodyguard to tense as if preparing a fight. you had laughed and returned it, and he had continued to explain that you were his idol and he had formed his own group in the hopes of reaching the same level of fame as you. the green-haired girl beside him scolded him for his antics, but you found him endearing, and for reasons only the archons know, you scribbled your number below your signature. which leads to now, where you now hear his enthusiastic voice through the speakers of your phone nightly as he rambles about his day and updates you on his progress with his gang. it’s a breath of fresh air for you to be exposed to someone so down-to-earth and honest about everything in comparison to the corrupt world you interact with daily. and if you start looking forward to these conversations? nobody else has to know, it’ll be a secret for you two alone.

✦ CHILDE. [ tartaglia ]

“idiot, there are cameras over there!” you tug childe behind a wall, flattening yourself against it as if to make yourself invisible to the paparazzi. “y’know, when you invited me out, i didn’t expect us to be running from the press the entire time,” he laughs, and you elbow him in the stomach, “hey, this time it’s your fault! everyone’s freaking out over the beloved snezhnayan boxer tartaglia returning from his special training in the abyss.” “ow! as if they wouldn’t die for a picture of the world’s hottest heir,” he winces and retorts. “you’re hotter, though, for sure,” you reply without looking back at him, peeking out from the wall to check if the reporters have left. “really? you think so?!” childe’s tone doesn’t betray how happy he actually is to hear that - he’s been in love with you from the day you enrolled in the same boxing class as him when you were both still learning to talk. “hmm…” you turn around and look him up and down, fixing him with your infamous judgemental stare, “objectively speaking, i think you are pretty hot. maybe a 7 on the ‘totally would spend the night with’ scale.” “only a 7?! whyyyy?” childe whines, and you laugh. you’d never admit how handsome you really think he is, and how it’s probably impossible to rank him on the aforementioned scale when you’ve been wanting that since forever. “anyways, i think this place is a no-go. maybe we should just head to your place instead,” you sigh, realising the eager paparazzi aren’t going to leave anytime soon. “sure! i’ve got a new bottle of firewater we could crack open too.” “then what are we waiting for? i can practically hear it calling my name already,” you skip off and childe rushes after you, “no fair, i was planning on doing that first!”

✦ DILUC RAGNVINDR. [ the dark side of dawn ]

the sound of clinking cutlery is the only thing audible at the table you're sharing with your potential suitor, diluc ragnvindr. “i'm diluc,” he attempts to break the silence, only for you to coldly reply with obvious apathy, “i know.” he swallows, unsure of how to continue with your clear lack of interest in the date, so he falls silent once more. guilt begins to prick at you for being so harsh, and you cave, “i’m sorry, diluc, that was rude of me. i’m just not very interested in getting married right now, or anytime soon if i’m being honest, so i don’t see the point of this dinner.” diluc blinks; once, twice, thrice before a smile begins to curve his lips, “thank goodness!” now it’s your turn to be confused, “what?” “i don’t want to get married either, this dinner was my manager’s idea. i wasn’t sure how to tell you without hurting your feelings,” he explains, and you beam, thanking your lucky stars that the crisis has been resolved, “then, why don’t we get out of here?” “what do you mean?” diluc tilts his head in confusion, and as his features are illuminated by the chandelier hanging above the two of you, you can understand why he’s often voted the most eligible bachelor of teyvat. “we can just hang out without all this formality! i promise it’ll be a night you’ll never forget,” you grin, reaching out your hand to pull him out of his seat. “sure,” diluc returns your smile, and to hide how flustered you are after realising that his smile is actually very pretty, you wink, “if you’re lucky, a deal with my brother’s company won’t be the only thing you leave with tonight!”

✦ GOROU. [ canine warrior ]

“mx y/n, that’s the third dating scandal this month!” gorou scolds, rushing after you as you stride down the corridor. “nice, new record!” you cheer, and gorou thinks you must take pleasure in driving him to an early grave because, “that isn’t a good thing!” “shame, because i was planning for my next one to be with you,” you wink before whipping out a compact mirror and reapplying your lipstick. gorou's stunned silent, mouth opening and closing like a goldfish for a few seconds before he composes himself, blocking out any and all thoughts of you ever dating him. but just as he's about to speak again you cut in, placing your hand on his shoulder and pulling him close, “imagine the headlines; useless scion elopes with their own public relations head! crazy, right? the public would eat that up.” gorou is this close to spontaneously combusting but thanks to his sheer willpower he manages to keep it together. but when you continue, “i bet stocks would rise like mad too, then you'd finally be able to get a better job than hounding me all the time, gorou,” that's when he speaks up with a passionate outburst, “no! i enjoy working for you, and i wouldn't change it for anything.” now it's your turn to be shocked, but you recover quickly as you grin, “what about in exchange for me never getting involved in controversy again?” gorou flinches before smiling, “you drive a hard bargain.” “you know it, gorou! and by the way, i was serious about what i said earlier. you can be my next scandal!” “what?!”

✦ KAEDEHARA KAZUHA. [ scarlet leaves pursue wild waves ]

kazuha’s been topping the charts ever since the release of his debut album, and with his dashing looks and charmingly flirtatious personality, he’s captured hearts across the globe - yours included. you know you’re bound to bump into him sooner or later with all the high-class events you both attend, but when it actually happens, you’re caught like a deer in headlights. it’s your birthday function out of all things, except this is the boring one you’re forced to host for the sake of maintaining business relationships and a popular image with the public, so you’re about to doze off at your table when someone plops into the seat beside you, “happy birthday!” upon recognising his voice you jerk your head up at once, “kaedehara kazuha?!” “y/n l/n?!” he imitates your tone, and you can’t help but beam, “i can’t believe you’re here, i love your music!” “thank you! and it’s wonderful to meet you, mx y/n. but it seems like you aren’t having a good time at your own party,” he raises an eyebrow, “why?” “this party is just for formalities, so it’s super boring,” you sigh, but then you smile, “i’m holding another one tomorrow night just for my friends and i though, if you’d like to come!” “it would be my honour,” kazuha says, “but how about we hype this party up too?” “how?” “i’ll perform onstage right now. a super special love song for y/n l/n’s birthday,” he deepens his voice so it sounds more dramatic, and it makes you laugh, “i get to see kazuha singing live? maybe this birthday isn’t so bad after all.” kazuha lifts your hand to his lips and presses a kiss to it with a wink, “i’m about to make this your best birthday ever.”

✦ KAEYA ALBERICH. [ frostwind swordsman ]

it’s been a while since you last saw kaeya. he’s incredibly elusive, showing up at the most random events when he feels like it, but the tabloids eat it all up and treat him like one of life’s great mysteries. to be honest, even you’re more than a little curious about the man with blue hair and the ability to do as he pleases without a care in the world. “looking for me, sweetheart?” you look beside you with surprise, and you’re met with the icy eye of the one and only kaeya alberich. “awfully arrogant of you to assume that, mr alberich,” you reply smoothly, matching his piercing gaze with one of your own. handing you a glass, he smirks, “call it intuition.” “i didn’t take you for a telepath,” you deadpan, taking it and nodding a thanks. “i wish i was, so i could understand what’s going on in that pretty head of yours,” kaeya drawls, “or even better, your heart.” “moving rather quickly, aren’t we?” you step nearer, and his enigmatic smile deepens, “isn’t that your style?” it seems like kaeya alberich is getting way too ahead of himself, and as the resident flirting monarch, you feel it’s your job to knock him down a few pegs. “no, this is,” and with that, you grab his tie and tug him closer, pressing a featherlight kiss to his cheek before pulling away as if nothing happened. “come find me later if you figure out how to match my style, kaeya,” a catlike smile graces your features and you disappear into the crowd on the ballroom floor, leaving a starstruck and quite possibly lovestruck kaeya behind.

✦ KAMISATO AYATO. [ pillar of fortitude ]

“you seem tense,” the famed model murmurs, tilting his head slightly to face you. his lips brush against the shell of your ear in the process, and you swear you’re about to melt into a puddle as you swallow, “who wouldn’t be, in a pose like this?” you’re pressed up against ayato’s torso, his arms wrapped around your waist with his chin resting on your shoulder, and for some reason the heat of his hands seem to be branding your skin even through the layer of fabric. “true. though with your long list of dating scandals, i expected you to be relaxed about this sort of thing,” he glances at you, and you can hear a note of amusement in his tone. “what’s that supposed to mean?” you roll your eyes, though you can’t help but be pleased that he seems to be aware of your reputation. “nothing in particular. i’m just wondering if i could be added as the latest on the list,” ayato replies teasingly, and your eyes dart to his with barely concealed surprise, “really?” his gaze dips to your lips for a millisecond that seems to last far too long, “yes.” “slow down, pretty boy,” you regain your composure enough to smirk, “how about you start by just giving me your number?” ayato mirrors your expression, mischief glimmering in his irises, “yeah, i can do that.”

✦ SCARAMOUCHE. [ kunikuzushi ]

“you’re planning on going out wearing that?” the disgust in your stylist’s tone is obvious, he’s not even trying to hide how he feels about your outfit. “yeah, what about it? it’s cute!” you spin around, admiring how the skirt flares as you twirl. scaramouche would rather die than admit how cute he actually thinks you look as you show off the outfit, so he settles for scoffing, “cute if you’re going for a ‘just picked this out of the trash’ aesthetic.” “fuck you,” you laugh, “this is from the latest liyue collection!” you never take his insults seriously, and scaramouche has a love-hate relationship with how his comments are like water off a duck’s back for you. on one hand, if he actually did hurt your feelings, he might just collapse, but on the other hand it also feels like you’re always laughing at him. “liyue designers lost their touch last century,” he rolls his eyes and offers you his hand to pull you into your walk-in closet, “c’mon, if you really want to go out, i’ll pick an outfit for you.” “ooh, scara, you should totally come with me! then we can match outfits,” you lean into him, raising your eyebrows suggestively, “we could look like a couple~” scaramouche desperately hopes you don’t see the red blush darkening his cheeks right now or he’d never hear the end of it from you, so he turns away, “fine, i’ll come. only so you don’t look awful if we bump into paparazzi.” you giggle, seeing an opportunity to tease him further, “then it’s a date!” “no it isn’t!”

✦ SHIKANOIN HEIZOU. [ analytical harmony ]

for a bodyguard, shikanoin heizou sure does talk a lot. whether he’s analysing your every interaction for a hint of dishonesty from the other party, or making flirty comments whenever the two of you are alone, he never shuts up. it was your brother's idea to get you a personal guard, and out of all the candidates, he picked the playful one with mischievous olive eyes and a smirk always tugging at his lips – you don't understand why. you're confused until the first time you see him in action, which happens to be at a fashion event where some creep snuck in. in one swift movement, heizou pulls you behind him with a whisper, “i’ll deal with this,” before darting forward and incapacitating the stalker with a few well-placed punches and a final kick to his stomach. after handing off the weirdo to the gawking security personnel, heizou rushes back to you, “are you okay?” “yeah… i just didn’t know you could fight like that.” “well, i wouldn’t be much of a good bodyguard if i couldn’t fight, would i? anyways, you can praise me now,” he strikes a pose as if expecting applause. “don’t let it get to your head, dumbass,” you laugh at his antics, “but you were pretty cool.” “i know,” he smirks, “and now you know i’m good with my hands.” “heizou!”

✦ THOMA. [ protector from afar ]

you’ve never seen the cleaners of your penthouse. sure, you pay them, but you’re almost never at home to see who they actually are and to thank them for their hard work. just your luck that the one time you’re having an awful day and crying at home is the day one of them come in. he walks into the room humming, hands shoved casually into his pockets until he catches sight of you, “huh? wait, mx y/n?! i’m so sorry for intruding, i didn’t realise you were at home.” “it’s fine,” you brush it off, well aware that you look like a total mess right now with your puffy face, “but i’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell anyone about this.” “of course not!” he blurts out before falling silent again. this has got to be the most awkward moment of your life. someone walked in on you sobbing your eyes out and looking like you just left a horror movie set, and to top it off it's someone you don't even know – it's enough to make you want to burst into tears again, and unfortunately you're currently so emotional that you actually do. “hey, hey, hey, what's going on?” the person from earlier is in front of you in a flash, “do you want to talk about it?” “i don't even know your name!” you manage to hiccup while crying. “oh, right! i'm thoma,” he introduces himself. “it might be easier for you to rant to a stranger, and i can promise you,” he mimes zipping his mouth, “my lips are sealed.” honestly at this point you so desperately need a shoulder to cry on that you'd take anyone, even the incredibly handsome man you met around five minutes ago. so you launch into a huge tirade about your insecurities and problems, and throughout it all thoma listens intently with a straight face, nodding at intervals and offering advice only when you ask – you might just need to marry him after opening up so much and receiving such a good response.

✦ XIAO. [ vigilant yaksha ]

it seems like xiao never talks. it’s not exactly a bad thing, especially since he’s kept his mouth shut about more than a few shady places he’s dropped you off at, but you find yourself wanting to know more about the mysterious driver with the amber eyes. however, you’re greeted with silence whenever you attempt to start a conversation or ramble about your day, and you’re beginning to think you’ll never get to talk to him. until one night, when you stumble into the limousine later than usual reeking of alcohol, clutching your heels in one hand and your bag in the other. xiao’s already surprised enough by how you’ve clambered into the passenger seat rather than the spacious rear lounge, but when you lean over to him and clutch the lapels of his crisp white shirt, he’s pretty sure he’s on the brink of a heart attack. “xiaooo~” you whine, slurring the syllables of his name, “why do you hate me?” he thinks you won’t remember this the next morning, so it should be fine to reply, “i don’t hate you.” “liar! you never want to talk to me!” you pull away, tears brimming in your eyes and threatening to spill down your cheeks. “no, no, no, don’t cry,” xiao doesn’t know how to comfort anyone, but the sight of you crying is something he never wants to see, so he quickly wraps his arm around your shoulder, rubbing circles on your back, “i can’t talk while i’m working, that’s all.” “then… what about after?” you sniffle, “after work?” “yeah!” “i could probably talk then.” “okay, good, because you’re super handsome, and i love your hair, and your eyes, and your face,” your eyes light up, and you tousle his hair, moving to poke his cheek and cup his face with your hands, “and just everything!” xiao’s face is practically a tomato right now, and he tips his hat down to hide his expression, “i like everything about you too.” “yay! then let’s talk after work!” you cheer, sliding back into your seat. “sure, if you remember,” he replies with a soft chuckle while starting the car again. “of course i will! it’s a promise~”

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ahhh this is so perfect 🥺💕 i can totally imagine an angsty childhood friends-to-lovers c-drama w childe as our male lead 😖😖

εїз ﹢🥂 𓂂 genshin men as story genres ! ( 100% )

𓂅 ！“juliet to your romeo, how i heard you say”

꒰ featuring ! ꒱ diluc, zhongli, childe, thoma, kaeya, heizou, dottore ?!

꒰ cw ! ꒱ vampire au (diluc’s part), mentions of blood, rex incognito official lore (only slight mentions), reader was harassed (zhongli’s part), historical au (zhongli’s part), mcd (zhongli’s part), heavy angst (zhongli’s part), very introverted reader (heizou’s part), heizou is kinda weird, ?!

꒰ a/n ! ꒱ TYSM FOR 400!! >< special thanks to my moots mwah mwah ily /p <33

vampire au // DILUC

he’s a vampire who has lived for hundreds of years. only recently have their clan ordained that they should stop drinking blood forcefully, one must receive the permission of a human possibly through a contract — verbal or written, or in common cases, through gaining their trust. he is not adept in loving someone, he tried contracts upon contracts but all the humans scramble away from him in fear. he needs a human, a blood supply or whatever, to drink blood from otherwise he’ll die. now on the brink of death, he stumbles across a college student which is you.

stressed and burdened from university, you find yourself sitting in an empty park with a strange man by your side. truth is, you left your apartment because of a shitty roommate who kept complaining because you didn’t clean her room. yeah that’s right, she treats you like a servant. you and her were at odds since before but this was the last straw. the last thing you would do is go back to that hellish apartment and stay with her.

“you,” he starts, voice husky and dry. “yes?” you reply, heart beating violently against your chest because of the steady silence of the place. “do you want to sign a contract with me?” he asks in such a serious tone that you refuse to believe that he was joking. “oh, ah, i’m afraid i have pressing matters to attend to rather than taking a job. thank you for the offer though.” you chuckle nervously, shifting your eyes to a much clearer view of the man beside you. he wears clothes that are all black, his hair is messy, and his peculiar eye color. his crimson-stained eyes makes eye contact with you and you involuntarily shudder with a sense of fear.

“i don’t mean a job,” he sighs, his gaze turning away. “i can help you, i can pay for your needs or find you a place to stay, just — please, help me.” he begs you with a trembling voice and you think about it for a second. “okay, i’ll help.” his ears perk up at your answer and you continue. “but only for a year. next year, on new year’s eve, this—” referring to you and him, “should end.”

“deal.”

right person, wrong time // ZHONGLI

you met the said man when you were nineteen. he was dressed simply in a brown attire, it wasn’t exactly made with the finest material and it looked old and tattered. in the eyes of everyone, he seemed like a poor commoner struggling to make ends meet. though you two were merely strangers, he came by your side when your superior harassed you uncontrollably without a stop. ever since then, you’ve started being friends and you will not lie, but being with him gives you a big sense of relief and comfort. as time flies by, you get to know that he has a lot of secrets to hide and even though you do have a lot to share, there’s one thing that you will never reveal to him — the fact that you’re terminally ill.

only then when he stopped by your house and saw you coughing up blood does he realize what the true state of your health is.

he would offer to help you again — give you his jewelries to sell, give you mora, pray to celestia—! but in all honesty, he knows it was all to no avail. this is the unfortunate truth of the world, you were a mortal and he was a god. saving you was far from possible but... why is it that his heart aches so much as he clasps your hands in his, kissing your forehead and begging anyone— everyone! not to take you away from him. you were nearing death and all he could do was kneel against your frail body and take whatever there is left of your presence.

your lifeless eyes look at him one last time as you smile weakly against his trembling fingers.

“i love you.”

and he vows that in your next life, he’ll tell you everything — morax, liyue, everything. for he is the sole survivor of the love that you shared with him.

childhood friends to lovers + slight enemies to lovers // CHILDE, THOMA

you and him were the best of friends, like two peas in a pod. as a child, you two were inseparable. that is until he suddenly moves out of town and leaves nothing for you to find — a letter, a text, nothing. he left you without a word and deep hatred stemmed from within your heart, and you were sure to remember that feeling for years to come. years passed ever since then and now you were in college, you moved into the capital city of your country since that was where your university resides.

only when you enter the building of the said university, do you see a guy who’s VERY familiar. you squint, trying to figure out who that is and there it is — that cheeky smile you’ve known ever since your childhood. you weren’t sure how to approach him, but one thing you’re sure about is the fact that you need to confront him about something — the reason why he left you without a word.

forbidden love w/ a criminal // DOTTORE

you were from a noble family in teyvat, while he works as a researcher for the fatui. your family doesn’t approve of him, i mean have you seen him???? 1.) he lacks basic manners (apparently :sighs:) and 2.) they say that he doesn’t deserve you at all! but you think otherwise.

no matter how much you beg your parents to accept him, they just wouldn’t budge. so he proposes the idea to elope, and you complied very easily. that night you left your home, your status, and your family. wearing a black cloak you see him atop of a horse, he notices your presence and picks you up as you both run away from your manor. finally, you’re out of that constrained life of yours.

a love accident..?? // HEIZOU, KAEYA

he was deeply in love with your sister. she was a natural cheery girl, whilst you were a quiet person who doesn’t like interacting with people that much. but the thing is, your sister doesn’t like him back, so he comes up with a strange plan that is sure to work. he goes into a witch’s shop, purchasing a small but effective love potion that needed to be dropped on your sister’s tea.

surely enough, the three of you had tea together and he drops the mixture as expected. what he and you didn’t know, was that you were the one who took a sip of the spiked tea. he was in disbelief when you suddenly cling to him and says a lavish amount of ‘i love you’s’ and ‘marry me’s’ that your sister squealed in excitement. that evening, she says that you and heizou are very in love and that you two are ‘planning for a marriage’ to happen — and your parents are more than delighted to arrange your engagement with him.

there, within a single night, you get betrothed to heizou. and now he’s freaking out because everyone believes that you two are passionate lovers when in reality, this is all because of his stupid mistake! just how is he going to live like this, how is he going to live with you?

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I SWOONED . THIS IS SO ACCURATE ???? (ESPECIALLY DILUC'S) ((THE THINGS I WOULD DO FOR REDHEAD SUPREME))

kiss it better

𓂅 genre: childe, diluc, xiao, and kaeya x gn! reader fluff

𓂅 warnings: mentions of scars

𓂅 summary: kissing their scars and how they'd react to it

𓂅 note: rawr hi hello <33 i'm really sorry for postponing chapter 1 of the series soooo here's an apology gift HAHSJS. YEA THIS IS JUST PURE BRAINROT FUELLED BY THIS ART BY THE TALENTED @calligraphii (go check him out rn u will Never regret it) I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY EITHER WAY ^^

CHILDE

like the bloodthirsty harbinger he is, childe gets into tons of battles which end up giving him some nasty scars.

he's never been afraid of showing them to you. in fact, he prides himself in his healed wounds because they symbolize victory and strength to him.

there's a story hidden behind each scar and he spends hours relaying them to you in animated excitement.

he has you cradled in his strong arms on the bed, allowing you to point out different scars and ask him to explain how he got them.

there's this one particular scar that leaves an almost concerningly large mark right across where his heart would supposedly be.

you trace it with your fingertips curiously, the tenderness and warmth of your touch causing goosebumps to raise on childe's skin.

"ah... this one..." he trails off, raising a hand to casually stroke the back of your head as you listen to his story intently.

he expects you to be worried, mad even. but when you lean down to plant a kiss to his scar, right above his thundering heart, his stomach starts doing wild flips and his eyes soften immensely.

"i'm just grateful you're still here. with me," you mutter softly. childe simply cannot resist the urge to kiss you at that moment. his hands cup your face, fingers caressing your cheeks as his lips mold into yours perfectly. usually his kisses are hungry and desperate, but this kiss was different. it was sweet, sincere, and entirely loving.

even when he's breathless he doesn't seem to want to part from you. but, when you do eventually part, he leans his forehead against yours, taking your hand to gingerly place it over the scab once more. you can vaguely feel how is heart thrums in adoration for you as he says, "still here and will always be here for you, sweetheart. i won't ever leave you."

DILUC

unlike childe, diluc is more reserved with his scars. he doesn't think you'd want to see something so like that on him.

however, when you do get closer in your relationship, he seems to forget that they're there in the first place.

you make him feel comfortable enough to change in front of you. he knows you'd never judge him no matter the circumstances.

the first time he does change in front of you, casually tossing his shirt to the side, he's a bit worried when you go completely quiet.

"is something the matter, love?" he asks, craning his neck to peer at your figure behind him. a shiver runs down his spine when he feels your fingertips trace over the ragged lines on his toned back.

"how'd you get these?" you ask, arms coming to wrap around diluc's waist as you continue examining the scar.

he relishes in your hold and replies to you by saying, "i got them from tending to problems caused by the abyss order. nothing new."

"they are rather... unsightly though," he adds. but, before he can ask you if you'd rather get him to out his shirt back on, he feels your lips press against his skin. at that moment, all his sane thoughts and coherent words fly out the window.

such intimacy was still a tad bit foreign to diluc, but he welcomed it nonetheless. he fears that you can hear his heart pounding out of his chest when you continue to litter loving kisses across the lines of his back before perching your chin on his shoulder.

"not at all, luc." the simple reassurance is enough to have the corners of diluc's lips tugging up into an uncontainable yet small smile. he thought he was already so in love you but oh boy... you just made him fall for you much harder.

XIAO

he's lived and fought for such a long time, it's impossible that the adeptus' skin isn't littered with battle scars.

similar to diluc, xiao is more reserved with his scars. he would easily get flustered and a little insecure at just the thought of you seeing one of them.

however, he can't hide all his scars. there are some thag are clearly shown on his exposed skin, and it's not that hard for you to notice them.

xiao is aware that the scars are there, but you haven't paid them any mind yet so he hasn't worried about them.

on the night you do notice them, he tries not to react that much, trusting you enough to trace over the healed wound with your hand.

the scar you were currently caressing was on on his shoulder. he kept quiet as you continued to trace over it, a faint pink dusting his cheeks.

he would have quietly explained the origin of the scar but it wasn't a particularly big. it was minor enough that he had even forgotten how he had gotten it. so without anything to say, he keeps his mouth shut in a thin line until he sees you leaning in dangerously close to his shoulder.

"what are you—" all words die on his tongue when he feels your lips press against the wound on his shoulder, eyes growing wide at your caring affection.

xiao can practically feel the way his heartbeat speeds up rapidly when you raise your head from his shoulder to look at him with what he can definitely conclude is love. he still has yet to recover from his shock when you tell him, "your scars are pretty."

at that, xiao's cheeks flare darker to the point where not even the darkness of night can conceal his blush. you're patient with him and xiao can never express how grateful he is when you give him space and time to collect himself in times like these. he's even more grateful when you're content with his curt and short "thank you" as a reply, pecking his cheek softly before continuing to sit in the peaceful silence of the passing night.

KAEYA

being a cavalry captain, despite how laid back kaeya always seems to be, is not an easy task.

he's had to undergo years of training to master the skill of swordsmanship. he's had his own fair share of fights throughout his years of being captain.

with his job injuries are inevitable, so he tok has many scars all across his body, the most common ones being on his hands.

underneath the smooth gloves that he wears are calloused, rough, and scarred hands that telk stories of hardships and triumphs.

he's rarely seen in public without his gloves on, but at his shared home with you, he lets his hands be vulnerable in your comforting presence.

he lets you play with them and hold them without any qualms. he even has the nerve to throw in some teasing remarks like, "oh, so you like them rough ;)" please smack him upside the head </3

it's gotten so normal for him to let you examine his hands so casually. so when you give them extra attention and love, he is pleasantly surprised.

on one night when he's simply reading a book and letting you toy with his hand as per usual, he's surprised when he feels you pressing your lips against the numerous little scars loitered on his palm. he tears his eyes away from the page, cupping your face in his hand and smiling softly when you nuzzle into his skin.

"you're rather affectionate today," he chuckles softly, setting the book aside to pull you into his arms for the night. you shrug and intertwine his hand in yours, pecking his knuckles softly.

"i just love you that much." you smile up at him and kaeya can't helo but smile back. he cradles the back of your head with his free hand, pulling you closer to press a lingering kiss to the crown of your head. "well, i love you as well, angel. much more than you will ever know."

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starfellforyou · 3 years ago

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THEY WAY HE CALLS HER DOVE 🥰🥲

you always write such beautiful descriptions… they make me feel like crying 🥲🥲

— in this dream of you —

just a mini drabble, falling asleep with kazuha in the afternoon sun. purely self indulgent to comfort myself. and yeah, i am self projecting in this, sorry not sorry. not proof-read.

the trees outside the window sway with the breeze, following the direction of the sunbeams that kiss your skin, the light casting a glow upon you through the window as you sit on the floor of your and kazuha’s shared apartment.

the day is clear, bright, the perfect weather to let your laughter be heard in the air, to walk hand in hand with a lover, your interlocked hands swaying between the two of you, to bask in the blue of the infinite sky and the pink of sakura petals and linked pinkies; but your thoughts beg to differ, for if the outside world is alight in a myriad of vibrant colors, your mind is a tempest, wild waves against a boat that threatens to topple over, raindrops hitting the deck relentlessly, lightning in the distance, cold, lonely, exhaustion.

rubbing at your eyes, to shake the tiredness or to avoid the tears to spill over, you scold yourself; you can’t let yourself be vulnerable, swayed so easily by the comings and goings of feelings colored in moonless nights.

“dove? what’s troubling that pretty mind of yours, mhm?” kazuha’s voice feels like an umbrella in an unexpected summer storm, your racing mind stopping for a moment, before you look at him, and chastise yourself even more for letting your feelings be known, they are not worth burdening others with, right? especially not him, not the one you love more than anything, when he already carries many burdens of his own. that would be so selfish, wouldn’t it?

“nothing, i was just lost in thought” you reply, that fake happy expression on your face again, but the cracks unbeknownst to others are clear as day to kazuha, your mask of smiles shattering at the touch of his fingertips against your jaw, your cheekbone, your lips, the latter starting to quiver.

“my angel” your boyfriend says, his soft crimson gaze trained on your features, concern apparent in those eyes of his, so gentle, pulling you into the comfort of his autumn breeze. “please, there is no need for you to shoulder everything on your own.” he tucks a lock of your bangs covering your face away, his knuckles brushing away the tears that has started to fall without you realizing it. “you’re so strong, but you can lean on me too, yeah?”

through your blurry gaze you look up at him, but how could you, how could you let yourself upset him with troubles that make no sense, how could you be so self centered as to lay your burdens on him?

“but kazuha…” your voice breaks a little, “it’s not worth it. i… i dont want to burd- mmph” he doesn’t let you finish the sentence, those lips that speak in poetry and song enclosing yours, tenderly, so warm, so safe.

“shhh i know what you were going to say and i’ll have none of it, okay?” kazuha says, when you part, his forehead touching yours, his soft strands of hair a caress on your skin, his hands holding onto both of yours. “you look a bit tired, little dove.” he continues, his fingers tracing the dark circles under your eyes, formed from lack of sleep or worries, you don’t know, probably both. “let’s sleep for a bit, yeah?” kazuha says, a kiss to your temples, hugging you close to his chest, as he picks you up and carries you to the couch, laying you both down, the sun outside still bright, the back of your eyelids a golden sky as you close them.

kazuha’s hands find yours once more, his lips placing kisses from your fingertips to your wrist, until a smile forms in your lips and you let out a small giggle, cuddling closer to him.

and as sleep takes you, in kazuha’s embrace, you don’t know how things will turn out in the future, but, right now, in this moment, you only hope to hold him close to you in dreams as well, his warm breeze in soft hues of red whispering love verses into your heart.

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– a summertime odyssey

‧ ₊˚ tags: ver. 2.8 summertime odyssey event, kazuha x fem!reader, chill beach day, fun with friends

‧ ₊˚ premise: you spend a beach day on the golden apple archipelago with a few of your best friends and the boy you secretly love...

‧ ₊˚ characters: kazuha, fischl, xinyan, mona

‧ ₊˚ genre: fluff

It’s that time of year again - where the sun is out for good and the waves begin to stir more violently than before, but none of it deters you and your friends from hitting the one place you know you’ll be able to have the summer of a lifetime: the Golden Apple Archipelago. Just off the coast of Barbatos-knows-where, the quaint cluster of tropical islands you’re enclosed within right now is your idea of the perfect summer vacation; especially with the company of your eccentric but lovable best friends.

“It is I, your gracious and benevolent Prinzessin, who shall now proceed to add the final - and much needed - decorations to Lady Megistus’ royal sand palace,” you hear Fischl announce from across the small island you’re standing on, the volume of her exuberant proclamation breaking your reverie.

You roll your eyes and giggle at her antics, beginning to sympathize with Mona for having to put up with whatever it is Fischl’s… Fischl-ing. The two of them have mainly been keeping to themselves over the past few hours since their arrival - probably because Fischl’s in the midst of holding Mona captive and Mona’s too kind to tell her to snap out of it. That’s something you’ve always loved about Lady Megistus; she may not always seem like it, but she’s a deeply patient and caring person beneath her self-absorbed outer shell. The hermit crabs really do belong at the beach.

You turn to your left and lock eyes with Xinyan, who’s apparently in the midst of collecting seashells for… whatever reason. She’s definitely a crafty person.

“Hey Y/N!” she greets you with her usual twangy accent, a bright smile on her face, “What’re you up to?”

“Oh, nothing much,” you reply with a sheepish look on your face, “Hey–uh… Have you seen Kazuha?”

Kazuha. The only boy who came along - and the person you’ve been harboring a secret crush on for the past few months. He’s a wandering samurai with Beidou’s fleet; a sure indicator that he’s emotionally unavailable in some way (this is a fact you know to be true). Does it affect you at all, that he doesn’t reciprocate your feelings for him? A little, but you value your friendship with the kind-hearted, considerate swordsman too much to make any moves. For now, you’ll just have to be at peace with a platonic, modest relationship with the boy you’ve been fancying for the better half of the year. Simple, right?

Xinyan scrunches her eyebrows together, seemingly unsure of his whereabouts, “...Sorry, I haven’t seen him all day. Come to think of it, you should probably go check on him.”

Within the next few minutes, you leave the island and head for a neighboring stretch of land that appears to be covered in lush forest. Palm trees and bushes of exotic tropical plants strewn over sandy shores, mysterious caves above land, a cacophony of diverse wildlife filling your ears - this island looks like somewhere Kazuha would escape to for some space from the rest.

The moment your Waverider hits the edge of the beach, you race into the vegetation to find him. It takes you a while, but you finally spot something of significance in the forest; Kazuha’s Vision, lying alone on the ground. Is he in trouble? Your heart picks up speed as you begin to panic, plagued by the realization that you have no way of ensuring his safety.

“KAZUHA!” you start to yell, voice trembling and laced with concern, “KAZUHAAAAA!!! WHERE ARE YOU!?!?”

“...I’m right here,” a soft voice calls out to you from behind a bush of leaves, familiar and comforting, “Please stop yelling.”

You look up, startled, only to find Kaedehara Kazuha sitting on a large rock by a beautiful river and waterfall. He’s wearing his usual day-to-day robes, except his sash and armor are nowhere to be seen. His hair is loose and slightly damp - he looks breathtaking like this. Mildly embarrassed, you realize he’d probably just gone for a quick swim that morning and forgot to tell the others.

Cheeks flushed, you bashfully make your way toward him. At the sight of Kazuha before you, your heart is no longer in distress, but serene and void of troubles.

“Were you… worried–about me?” he asks, in a manner that you can’t quite distinguish as being flirty or genuinely curious.

You take a step back, wary of your decision to never reveal your true feelings to him, “I was not! I was merely looking for you after the suspicious prolonged disappearance you pulled - as per the others’ request.”

He chuckles, a sound so reminiscent of a dove taking flight for the first time that you feel as if you’ll burst into flames - right then and there. He hops off the rock with the agility and dexterity of a trained samurai and reaches for his Vision and sword, refusing to take his eyes off of you even once. It makes your heart flutter, but you try not to let it show on your face. Calm down, Y/N. Get it together.

“We should head back and join the rest. They’re probably worried sick about us by now,” you tell him, though you highly doubt so with all that sandcastle-building and seashell-collecting going on.

“–Yes, actually–I’ve been meaning to tell you something… But it can wait, until after.”

Strange…

…

You see the rest of your friends huddled by a small fire on the beach. They look happy. You jog up to the scene, only for him to pull you back by the arm and motion for you to follow him elsewhere. Confused, you tag along, trying your best to ignore the smug look on Xinyan’s face when she notices you and Kazuha walking off together.

You wind up on the opposite side of the island where, strangely enough, the sky seems to be darker than before. It’s probably just the archipelago working its magic. The air around you is illuminated by hundreds of fireflies, and you can feel the cool breeze of the ocean up ahead flutter the ends of your eyelashes.

“Do you like it…?” he asks, turning to face you.

“Yeah, it’s beautiful.”

Without taking his gaze off of your face, he replies, “Yes, it is.”

You tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, suddenly self-conscious about your untidiness. Without warning, he steps forward and reaches for the side of your face, pulling the lock of hair back out.

“I like it better this way,” he whispers, his breath warm against yours.

Then, as if in a trance, he leans in and kisses you on the cheek - a kiss so tender, so gentle that you feel yourself go weak in the knees.

“Why so surprised? It’s not as if you haven't been dreaming of that moment since the day you met me, anyway.”

a/n: this one's for the kazuha stans <3

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okay but i am willingly diluc’s POSSESSION so DOES IT MATTER ???

all jokes aside this was so beautifully written - can’t wait to read more of your works!!

genshin men and their red flags in relationships . ( gn! reader . )

●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○ fear not, dearest . for some dream of mortals are sunrise stained and spring warmth flavored, others find no purer solace than the serene melody of an everlasting winter blizzard. you are the bearer of the stars - the one ruler of thy fate .

characters : kaedehara kazuha , diluc ragnvindr , xiao , albedo , venti , tartaglia , scaramouche , kaeya alberich .

genre / warning : angst / view on red flags . mentions of controlling/manipulative behavior , yandere tendencies / traits mentioned .

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[ conflict avoidant personality ] - kazuha is a true pacifist- too much so. respectful is he, his love like the first snow, beautiful, gentle and graceful. everything would seem perfect for a seemingly long time until one day he starts avoiding you. no matter how hard you try, you couldn't fit within his reach. in reality, he had been avoiding every bit of negativity in your relationship under any cost to preserve the peace, hoping day and night for the problem to solve itself. each time he felt his space being disrupted, every single small discomfort or dissatisfaction he felt in the relationship because of you, kazuha was afraid to offend you and break your bond, so he had endured with a polite smile and a kiss on your cheek. but the limit has come in the end. whilst you were dancing, basking in the beautiful wonderland of the love he built for you all along, he found no energy to pretend anymore. even until the end, he couldn't tell you his boundaries, you didn't find out what you could've done better. really, like the scarlet leaves pursuing wild waves, he was gone. no matter how hard you ran, you couldn't reach his soul anymore. maybe if you'd noticed his strained smile, maybe if you tried harder to read between the lines... you would never know now, would you ?

[ possessiveness ] - diluc is a wounded, but gentle soul. life has turned for the worse too quick for the young lad, having lost so, so much for someone his age. because of that, he was guarded. once upon a time you were outside of his stone cold walls too, knocking gently for him to trust you, to return your everlasting warm love. and trust you, he did. your love was like a burning fire, passionate and endearing. everything diluc wanted, you were the embodiment, his dear loving angel. he loved you, so so much to the point he would feel fear and anxiety pumping in his veins all the time. are they hurt? are they feeling comfortable right now? are they hungry, feeling sad or lonely? every part of you, he wants to protect with each piece of his own soul. anything you needed him for, anything you desired, he was willing to tear himself down limb by limb if necessary. diluc fell deeper in love with you each passing moment, and with his suffocating love grew his possessiveness. of course that guy was flirting with you, stay away from him. of course she didn't mean well giving you that suspicious flower, didn't you look at her mocking gaze while she offered it to you? it might be harmful. turn to me. rely on me. use me. need me. i'm all yours, all you'll ever need. i'll protect you darling, i love you so.

[ overprotectiveness ] - xiao isn't well versed in mortals, relationships or anything of the sort. he warned you, pushed you away, avoided you, even almost threatened you (with no ill intent) countless times in fear of harming both you and himself and convinced himself that it was for the good. but did it work? no. with your persistence, he was later able to accept that even he with bloodstained hands and karma-wrecked soul, deserved kindness and love. so he embraced you, the fragile, delicate mortal who he wanted to keep by his side for as long as heavens allowed them. he was so careful, asking, affirming and making sure before doing anything at all from touching, holding, fondling and gently kissing. his love felt feather light like butterfly wings caressing your heart. however even a butterfly wing's flap could cause a storm. if left unattended, if not explained and communicated properly, xiao would spend minutes, hours, days worrying over your safety. he would quietly inspect every inch of your body with his piercing eyes to make sure there were no bruises, wounds or anything of the sort. if you fell ill, he would scold you that you were careless to have gone out in the cold weather with your overly skimpy pretty human clothes, not even noticing your eyes silently watering at his coldness. and if anyone dare hurt you, whether it be verbally or physically, he would be willing to tear them apart, have them taste the vigilant yaksha's blood-curdling cold fury. you closed your eyes and hoped, wished desperately for his wrath to come to an end. your beloved alatus, you whisperer - you could fix this behavior, he is just not familiar with humans and your emotions... right?

[ knowing / unknowing manipulation ] - albedo silently prided himself in absorbing knowledge and social necessities quickly. he had spent a long time with humans and often even felt connected to the mortals already, so he didn't doubt his ability to be a loving partner to you and accepted with a gentle smile on his pretty face when you confessed your love. from the first touch of your hands to the first time you made love, everything was perfect- it felt like a fairy tale - your heart was safe in your beloved kreideprinz's delicate hands. but each day that passed, you just couldn't calm down the voices in your head whispering, warning you that something was wrong. you see, often time when you voiced out your concern or a small problem to him, albedo would listen to each of them with utmost undivided attention. he would ponder, comprehend, then accept your stance and apologize. after that, he'd decide to change and never do it again, molding into your desires perfectly. it had never been a problem before, but when he started subtly asking, demanding for you to keep your hair longer, to cut off your ties to some of your friends with "ulterior motive", to quit your current job and look for another because it "overworked you too much", you felt too much pressure. when you finally voiced this like your other problems though, albedo blinked and confusedly tilted his head in a questioning manner. he, for once, didn't see the problem. humans were give-and-take from nature, are they not? if you asked something of him, he would gladly change and make an effort for you. he's been doing so each and every time, it's only fair that he did the same to you whether it be with your knowledge or not. you were so happy with him, weren't you? you were happy when he said you looked more attractive with longer hair, and that friend of yours ended up badmouthing you to everyone after you cut ties, didn't they? see, he was right all along, he was doing just what was right to keep his love away from those... lowlives. he laced his fingers with yours with a charming, seductive smile, wrapping your tender heart with his tightly-woven red strings of destiny he weaved with you, as he liked to believe.

[ overwhelming affection and attachment issues ] - tartaglia knew he was a hard person to love. heck, he didn't even think he was ready for love but the first time he laid his ocean eyes on you, he swore his world stopped. you just had to be his. because of his certainty and determination, he courted you, bought you flowers and asked you out on a dinner date. brought you to lingju pass and opened your eyes to the beautiful view of jade moons over sea of clouds. he was a breath of fresh air, always leaving you wanting more, excitement and starstruck a part of your daily routine by now. but you were anxious that after a while, tartaglia's feelings would change. he was a fatui harbinger, it would be bothersome for him to remain committed, wouldn't it? oh, my sweet, sweet darling he laughed when you first voiced your worries. he held you in his hands, hugging you oh so tightly and pressed soft kisses on your shoulders to your neck. you see, he was worried to overwhelm you. from the moment he saw you, from your first encounter, he had already decided that you were his as he was yours. but if you were thinking such useless thoughts in your pretty head, you needed more validation, right? so he gave you just that. he spent millions, billions of mora to buy you expensive gifts, pretty things that reminded him of you. he would take you to snezhnaya to his family, showing you off and playfully claiming (or was he?) that you were his wife. he whispered words of love and promises of eternity each and every day, every moment you two locked eyes. the more you spent time with him, the fire in his eyes no longer seemed warm, it felt like it was burning you along inside. when his honey-laced voice confidently declared everlasting love, cuddling you and inhaling your scent that he would like to smell even on his death bed, you felt like his "eternal love" was more of a threat than you first assumed.

[ gaslightling / ignoring boundaries ] - venti has spent long, long lonely years in the physical form of his lost "partner". among those years in rapidly flowing time, he was not expecting to find someone possibly even dearer to him than his old friend. but oh his lovely, lovely muse, you were the embodiment of all the love songs he had ever heard in over his millenniums-long existence. but ah, just as he expected a relationship with a mortal came with many problems. he would hug you, kiss you, touch you any time of the day anywhere and giggle innocently in your ear- silently daring you to say no. if you did express your discomfort and voiced your problems with his overly-touchy behavior in the center of a blasting city in midday, he would just laugh and ignore your cute little protests. if you did emphasize and get angry or hurt over his little concern for your boundaries, he would be very confused. but this is what all lovers do, kiss, hug and all that! you're just being too sensitive, my muse. it's fine, no one cares what we do, i promise. he'd hum and hold you tight in his arms, just wanting to bask in your warmth as long as possible. he knew you wouldn't be by your side forever, he claimed. that's why he doesn't hold back, he explains further while holding your hands on his chest, that's why he never wants to be apart from you, because he loves you so much and wants to spend all of his time with you. it's fine love, i understand your boundaries! but you're just not used to receiving this affection dear, i'll teach you. it's fine, venti cooed in your ear with the softest, gentlest voice he can muster to tickle your fragile heart, to make you understand he is just doing this out of love, trapping you in his maze once again.

[ afraid of commitment / doesn't commit ] - kaeya was an enigma nobody could fully unravel, and he was all-too aware of it. he made sure to keep up that facade, after all. he had a lifelong mission, an unattended decision to make when the time has come. he had responsibilities, ones that would never ever end as long as he breathes, walks this godforsaken world but damn, he wanted you. he wanted you so bad, he wanted to whisper forever in your ear, he wanted to wipe your tears when you were struggling with nightmares (he was not a stranger to them too, the nightmares. but even that, even a trivial weakness like that, he didn't let you know.) , he wanted to wake up to you sleeping safe and sound next to him every single day. he didn't know what possessed him that day to accept your confession, maybe it was the liquor, maybe it was how beautiful the night skies were under the big tree of windrise combined with your pretty eyes avoiding his in embarrassment while uttering words of love- innocent, but truthful warm love for him, kaeya alberich. or maybe, just maybe because he truly loved you more than you ever knew, did he accept your confession with his signature coy smirk and teasing words. but kaeya was afraid now. he was afraid of how warm and fuzzy he felt around you, afraid of how all of his dreams (nightmares) were away for too long now. instead, each and every night he dreams of your featherlight kisses, your dazzling smile and your voice whispering i love you. if this keeps up, he knew all too well that his attention would be divided, that he would hurt you, him and everyone else around when the doomed time were to come. so he did you a favor, he convinced himself. kaeya smirked in that annoyingly fake, seductive way and declared that you were just not meant to be. he wouldn't say anything else and end your relationship with the same teasing smile on his lips. little did you know, the proud smirk fell the moment you left with teary eyes. he knew you wouldn't stay in mondstadt for long after that. at least for a while. he muttered to himself, at least for a while, you would be safe. safe from him. safe from the disaster he was cursed, obligated to cause one day.

[ anger issues / violence ] - scaramouche. where should you even start with him? oh the mighty harbinger balladeer, or should you even call him that? you scoffed, staring at the sunset in a mockingly beautiful estate he bought you on the land of inazuma- the one he was born- oh no, created in. he had multiple fancy estates, mansions bought under your name in each state of teyvat now, since you were to accompany him everywhere anytime he desired. you grimaced a bit at the stinging sensation when the servant girl wiped the lighting-shaped scar he had left you a while ago. it was still stinging, throbbing with tingles that made your stomach drop in uncertainty. a claim, a physical engraving over your body mind and soul, scaramouche claimed when he marked you with this... ugly scar. it might look like a normal lightning, similar to the electro vision shape if closely inspected. to some it may even look pretty, and that made you all the more upset. the o mighty balladeer was so flawless sometimes, apologizing to you in that sickeningly fake sweet voice, caressing your body gently with his "love" if he was even capable of such emotions. you silently cursed the day you fell in love with him and you felt forsaken now, since he claimed, and from then on miraculously "shared" your emotions. to him, he was doing everything to keep you, his pretty doll lover by his side. he didn't mind having your loving gaze on him, your pretty head full of his thoughts and most importantly, having someone who thought he was worth loving. someone who wouldn't abandon him. someone his. he would never let you go, he would love you, he would keep you by his side. that's what you agreed for from the start, didn't you? of course he sometimes lashed out, mildly harmed you mentally or physically from time to time and all, of course scaramouche understood that. he understood it well, he was not perfect after all- no one is! but if you try to talk to him about his flaws, he would laugh in your face as though you made a hilarious joke. who were you to say that to him? were you perfect? no you weren't - he would state each and every moment you defied his orders and made him dissatisfied, every single moment he remembered that you made the slightest bit of mistakes- but then in the end, stress that he kept you by his side even though you were such an ungrateful little "lover". he didn't abandon you, he didn't even harm you on purpose! he just left a physical engraving on you to wandering airheads who might think to touch what was his, what's wrong with labeling what is rightfully his? you offered yourself up to him, you said you loved him first, you started this. he was not going to let you slide so easily. his pretty, pretty little doll. all his, he murmured when he kissed your lightning scar on your thigh. love me, love me, love me more, my doll.

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