#kazuha x gn reader

[thepurestgirll]

Unconditional love ✧˖°

Scaramouche is extremely perceptive when it comes to someone he loves, however he decided that letting you take your own time and feel comfortable enough to tell him about it would be more appropriate. To tell you the truth, he always found your concerns about your appearance or personality a bit stupid. What do you mean you are saying that you are too thin or overweight? You look beautiful. How can you say that your nose is too big or that your hair is ugly? It looks wonderful on you.

When we're talking about comfort, Scaramouche is a bit awkward about it. He will simply hold you in silence until you feel better. (Then he'll probably go after the person who made you cry and give him a few sleepless nights.)

If anyone makes any offensive comments directed at you, I pray to whoever made them. There are two possibilities, either he will stare at them (silently warning them that they would die soon) or he will give him a free trip to the hospital later. (But in both situations the person “mysteriously” disappeared later.)

Xiao can notice any changes in your behavior, especially since he'll kind of be by your side most of the time. Like Scaramouche, he finds your insecurity about your appearance unnecessary. You always seemed perfect to him, and maybe that's why he has a goofy little smile on his lips whenever he's with you. (even though he just tells you that you're just seeing things and that he never once smiled.)

When it comes to comfort, he is extremely shy in certain situations, and interestingly, giving compliments is one of them. Don't get him wrong, he could be admiring you all day, but it would take hours for him to say anything about it. But when he does, you can be sure that his compliments would be as sweet as possible. However, you can see that the frequency with which he compliments you increases when he realizes that you are having problems with your appearance. He will do his best to make you feel good about yourself, and his last concern is how long it will take.

It would be difficult for any kind of offensive comment to even reach you (since he gives everyone he talks to you a death glare.) But if it happens… he doesn't mind getting his hands dirty.

Kazuha is a total sweetheart. Any change in your behavior can make him worry. You are quieter than usual? He has already asked you if something is wrong. Looks sad? Get ready for a three-hour conversation where he will hear you say all your concerns without saying a single word. He's the type of person who knows every little detail about his lover, and finds every single one of them beautiful, without exception.

I personally believe that Kazuha is one of the best in comfort. He is a good listener, he is gentle with words, and above all, he loves you and treats you in the best possible way. If you're insecure about your scars, I imagine him running his finger over each one, giving little pecks to each one, and then offering to show you his own in an attempt to make you feel better.

When it comes to offensive comments, it's no different. His first priority would probably be to get you out of that situation as quickly as possible, and then he would have a small “talk” with the person. And you, of course, would receive a nice treatment of kisses and hugs from your boyfriend until you forgot all the bad things that happened.

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ Author's note: like always, open requests and everything you already know! I feel like this writing is a bit messy, so I'm sorry if it wasn't good enough or if there were any grammatical errors, English is not my first language…

I've done my best to write through the stress, but knowing that I've been getting so many good people in my asks just to ask if i'm okay just makes me so happy! Thank you so much for all the love, I really appreciate it <3 Remember that you are perfect just the way you are, and that your weight, your grades or anything superficial does not define you! Thank you for your attention, dear reader <3

[zushikiss]

(drunkly) falling in love

summary ; the genshin boys are drunk and are mesmerized by you !

warnings ; a bit of mention of alcohol, reader in xiao's is hinted to be an adeptus/non-mortal, gn!reader, use of petnames [ honey, dear ]

pairings ; xiao, kazuha, scaramouche

notes ; i got bored during class and made these drabbles 😭😭

─ XIAO

lantern rite was one of the events xiao was willing to celebrate, though he'd celebrate any events with you if you asked him to, lantern rite was one he was looking forward to, though you expected it to go just as well as last year, you didn't expect your beloved adeptus to drink a few shots.

"hm.."

"xiao, are you okay? do you want to go back to our room?"

"..our room?"

"yes honey, our room."

"you'd willingly stay in a room with me??"

though also holding back a laugh yourself, hu tao and the traveller seemed to find it quite funny as they were laughing to their heart's content.

"yes.. like i have been, for the past 500 years."

"hu tao.. what kind of sick joke did you get your weirdly attractive friend to get in on?? i thought i told you before to pay respects to the adepti."

"but xiao it's not a joke, y/n has been your partner since forever."

and after that he just blankly stares at you, no words exchanged, completely silent except for the quiet and confused giggles from lumine and hu tao, you move closer to xiao as you hold his hands, a red hue takes over his face as he finally passes out.

"i'm never letting him forget this."

─ KAZUHA

"wow.."

"kazu, you okay?"

"beidou thank archons you let this gorgeous person aboard the crux.."

though most the crew was asleep, your husband and the captain was definitely wide awake.

"you mean you? you brought your spouse aboard kazuha, not me."

"SPOUSE???"

beidou's trying her best not to laugh at the ash haired male's out burst as he blinks in confusion, eyes darting between your figure and the hunched over captain's.

"yes dear, spouse.. we've been married for almost 3 years now."

"wow.."

and with that, kazuha is back to his staring, his eyes are burning holes onto your eyes at this point.

─ SCARAMOUCHE

"you're awfully attractive.."

"excuse me?"

"i said, you look attractive."

confusion settles in as you've never seen your boyfriend like this, and you've known him for a generous amount of time, quickly figuring out it was the sake, you took it from the table and hid it under, all while scaramouche was staring at your eyes.

"very pretty, but kinda slow- wait where's my alcohol?"

"hmm, i don't know maybe the big bad dendro archon took it."

"nahida... damn you."

masterlist

[buoyant-breeze]

I think u were sent by the heavens BECAUSE THE HICKEYS/NECK KISSES ONE WAS TOP TIER?? (mwah 😩👌) I WAS PRACTICALLY DYING WHILE READING THEM, CAN U PLEASE DO KAZUHA AND SCARAMOUCHE I WOULD LITTERALLY BUILD A SHRINE FOR YOU 🧎🧎

part one (albedo, thoma, xiao)

authors note ⊱ sorry this took me so long ive had this in my drafts for months (crying)

characters ⊱ kazuha, scaramouche

warnings ⊱ completely safe! enjoy!

rating ⊱ themes of smut, mdni / view discretion advised

kazuha

he thinks neck kisses are sweet, romantic, intimate; all three being things he enjoys. and it also leaves him a little heated, itching with desire

the moment your mouth is over his throat he’s letting out an airy giggle, finding your lips ticklish. he always eagerly tilts his chin up, offering his neck over like it’s nothing, even though it truly isn’t; it’s a very vulnerable place, but perhaps that is why he gives it so easily

but it isn’t long before he gets a little noisy, breathy sighs turning into soft “ah”s, shivering with every wet noise, shaking with every suck

he sometimes bites his lip, but his entire face will always flush a rosy red

and this is certainly one way to get him riled up, but he isn’t really much of a pillow princess unless you order him to be

the moment you start displaying actions like this, he’s seeking you out, too, eager for more, wanting to touch

he’ll brush hair behind your face, cradle your head as you sink your teeth and he gasps, or whine as you press a leg between his thighs

but the best part is when he can find an opening to do the same, bringing one of your arms to his mouth, kissing sensually at your wrist, turning the tables until it’s your throat against his lips

he loves, loves, loves being marked, and is not embarrassed about them

he will be a little shy and blush, but he’s not ashamed of them at all. if anything, he looks a little pleased someone noticed, given he’s pretty proud of you and your relationship with him

scaramouche

the thing about scaramouche + neck kisses is that usually it = biting

and he’s the one biting you most of the time, if you allow it

don’t get it all wrong; it can just as easily be affectionate as it can be erotic. he has a habit of nipping idly at your fingertips and then sucking them, staring up at you through strands of soft hair and pretty lashes, eyes sometimes set into a piercing glare

it’s almost like a ‘stimming’ action: he wants to sink his teeth into your shoulder just to feel it, or to bite up the length of your throat just to fixate on the suction of your skin in his mouth or the marks that he can taste along his tongue; memorizing how it feels, almost desperate

neck kisses on their own, towards him, though: well, he wants to be bitten back

you have to be rough with him. this isn’t some pretty little fairytale where you can make him melt with just an affectionate peck to the throat. no, no. it has to be sensual. you have to work for it.

if you want to leave him gasping and shuddering into you, grasping for you with his fingernails, leaving scratches along your arms, then you have to kiss and suck and bite like he’s your last meal, like you’re trying to seduce him, or else all you’re getting is a blank face and a shrug; he doesn’t respond otherwise

he’s not the type that just will get kissed and then, boom, you have him melting over your lap. 

it needs a little more: he needs the depth of the interaction, he needs teeth and he needs tongue, he needs you to suck his skin like you mean it, like you’re trying to eat him alive, in a way that is nearly romantic, and painfully intimate, but in a way that hurts (which is what he wants)

talk dirty to him, rough by his ear, and it adds onto it

mouth at his collarbone with the intensity of someone eating him out, and he’s shaking; dig into his throat, and he’s rocking his hips into yours with a grunted growl between his teeth

and if you’re not leaving hickeys, what’s the point? he wants you to go all in or don’t go for it at all

no one really notices when he has any, since he wears sleeveless turtlenecks, which covers the general hotspots; if anyone did notice, though, he gets unexpectedly angry and grumpy and embarrassed, all at once

[bunny-rambles]

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Your lips, my lips

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characters; Tighnari, Cyno, Scaramouche, Kaedehara Kazuha, gn reader

cw/tw; reverse hurt/comfort in Scars’s, overworked reader in Tighnari’s, injured reader in Cyno’s (plus one bad joke), Kazuha’s is pure fluff

word count; 400+ for each

notes; part two to this, it’s nothing but kisses and fluff with a smidge of angst bc I can’t ever have anything too nice hehe;;;; enjoy !!

Please reblog if you like this !!

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Tighnari

“Just one more…”

The ink was flowing faster than your hand could keep up with, rushed words almost looking illegible. Thankfully, this was just the fifth draft (or was it then sixth?) so there was no need to worry, you could rewrite it tomorrow. Over and over again, meticulously, until everything was perfect.

A sharp, hushed call of your name nearly made you jump out of your skin, the pen in your head slipping through your shaky fingers.

“It’s the middle of the night! What are you still doing up?”

Hesitantly, you shifted your gaze towards the shuffling footsteps, watching the doorway until a pair of familiar ears popped up. You sighed in brief relief, but the moment didn’t last long. The last person that you wanted to catch you in the act was Tighnari.

“Um…” You began, shrinking in your seat when he stood in front of you. “Nothing?”

The fox raised one of his eyebrows, glancing up and down at you before folding his arms over his chest, one of his ears beginning to twitch from annoyance. “Nothing?” He parroted, snatching the poorly concealed paper on the desk before you could even realise that he’d noticed it. Your raised hand fell pathetically by your side, head lowering when you heard the tell tale heavy sigh coming from your friend - a sign you were about to be in for the lecture of a lifetime. You could already see him pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation.

“… When is your paper due?”

“Two days…”

“How many drafts?”

“… Five?” You questioned yourself, raising your hand to scratch at your neck nervously. “Maybe six…?”

“Six drafts?! How long have you been writing?”

“… All day?” You had the nerve to look sheepish under his glare, both of his ears giving a particularly aggressive flick before he grabbed your wrist, dragging you away from your desk.

“Wh- Tighnari!” You squeaked, but the man in question continued to stomp over to where your bed was.

“If I have to sit with you until you fall asleep, then I will, but don’t even think about touching a piece of paper until you get some sleep.”

“But-“

“Ah, ah, ah- rest.” And with that, your companion shoved you on top of your bed, the impact making you bounce a little. You didn’t have time to complain however, since you were quickly swaddled in a comfortable blanket, with Tighnari snuggled up against your side.

“… And how would you know what I’m thinking about?” You grumbled, resting your head against his shoulder, already beginning to feel your heavy eyes slipping shut without your permission.

“I hear everything. That includes your thoughts…” The fox mumbled, his voice slurring just slightly. Was he just as tired as you? You hummed quietly in reply, moving in closer towards the warmth of his body. His large, fluffy tail curled around you as his lips pressed gently against your nose. “Sleep well, dearest…”

Cyno

Both of you released a collective sigh, the tension from your bodies finally beginning to dissipate. You sank into the tree you were leaning against - if you closed your eyes and concentrated, maybe you would become one with it. You wouldn’t mind that, honestly. Being a lonesome little tree in the middle of the desert, gently swaying in the calm breeze that swept across the land in the dead of night. At least you would never have to move again.

You only opened your eyes when you heard a quiet grunt beside you, and a weight against your shoulder.

“The camp and fire are set up, you can rest now.” The general spoke, his gaze on the growing flame in front of the two of you, his own eyes looking as if they had been set ablaze.

“Thank you, Cyno…” You sighed softly, leaning against him further. He hummed quietly in response, his head beginning to tilt to lean against yours. A moment of tranquil peace. That was until you moved to get closer to your partner, a sharp gasp ripping from your throat. The both of you sat up, the protector's eyes immediately going to the bloodstain on your sleeve. You had told him that it was just a scratch, but he had suspected it was more than that.

“Let me have a look.”

“No, it’s fine-“

“You’re hurt. Stop being stubborn.” His tone left no room for arguments, so reluctantly, you let him pull up your sleeve.

You winced at the sight of your inflamed skin, turning your head away from your lover's disapproving gaze. His fingers gently grazed against it, flinching back when you let out a quiet groan of pain.

“We’re going to need to patch it up.” You were afraid of that.

“We don’t have enough supplies, this isn’t serious enough to use them. What if you get hurt?” You tried to get your point across, but he had already made his way to the nearby tent to grab a first aid kit, one of the only ones you had brought with you - mainly because your partner has a tendency to not need treatment, even if he was injured. It was both inspiring and concerning how he could brush off being hurt the way he did sometimes. You, on the other hand…

“This might sting…”

“Are you sure this is necessary…?” You asked quietly, trying your best not to move when he grabbed your arm to steady it. He nodded once, hovering over your wound with the cleaning materials.

“Maybe there’s another way…”

The white haired man raised his head, looking directly into your eyes.

“If you have any other suggestions, I’m all ears.” The two of you stared each other down in the silence that followed his words, before your eyes trailed up to the large set of ears on his headset. You snorted quietly, laughing softly. While you were distracted by the awful joke he had just told and with practised ease, he quickly cleaned up your arm, wrapping it up efficiently before you even realised what he had just done.

“There…” Softly, he placed a sweet kiss on your bandaged forearm. “All better…”

Scaramouche

His back was turned to you when you came into the bedroom, but you were sure he wasn’t asleep. It was nights like these that the facade dropped, the mask shattering when it hit the ground, hard. When there was no Balladeer, no Scaramouche, no harbinger - all there was, was a hollow puppet. He had a name, once, but it was so far in his memories that he couldn’t even remember it. Where were the ones who knew his name, anyway? Surrounded by darkness, he couldn’t recall the light, or it's comforting warmth. Not when the room was dark and the bed was empty.

“Scara…?” You whispered, shuffling closer to the lump underneath the covers. He didn’t even stir. You would’ve assumed that he was asleep, if it weren’t for the fact that when you got closer, you could see his vibrant eyes were wide open. A quiet sigh slipped out from your lips, crawling into the covers and wrapping your arms around him from behind. Only then did he glance back at you, his hand resting on one of yours instinctively. The two of you stayed in silence for a moment, revelling in the comfort from such a simple gesture. Until you spoke.

“Nightmare again?”

He nodded his head slowly, squeezing your hand lightly. You knew he never spoke about the things that plagued his mind, memories lodged so deep in his head that he couldn’t escape them, no matter how hard he tried. Talking would only make them more prominent, so you never tried to make him speak about it. You would be there if he decided to, but only on his terms - you weren’t going to force it.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” The answer to that question would usually be left unsaid, but in the quietness, you hear a hushed whisper.

‘Love me.’

“I love you.” There was no hesitance, you would tell him over and over again, until all he could remember was the sound of your voice. He turned around in your arms, his own circling around your waist, pulling you in closer.

“Again.” He whispered, and you obliged.

“I love you.” His lips were on yours in an instant, hands moving to grasp at whatever he could. Desperate, hopeful hands, clinging onto you for dear life, kissing you as if you were the very air he breathed. Addiction to the sweetest relief - your kisses, your touch, you.

“I love you.” This time it was his voice, his words verberating against the plush of your lips, the sound so soft only you could hear his declaration of his undying adoration.

“I love you.”

Kazuha

Content fingers ran through fine, silvery strands of hair, twirling the edges around their fingertips. the reciprocant of the motion letting out a deep sigh. Smiling, you continued, watching as your partner closed his eyes in satisfaction.

“Feel nice?”

“Mhm… Very.” The ronin chuckled quietly, leaning into your touch.

If you were told a year earlier that you would have Kaedehara Kazuha’s head in your lap after the long day the two of you had spent together, you wouldn’t have believed it. This wandering maple leaf, drifting in the wind, finally decided to land on the ground - for you? Impossible.

But here you were, playing with your beloved’s hair, a fantasy you had craved from the moment your feelings started to blossom for him. Or if you were to go further, the moment those crimson eyes locked with yours.

You remembered the exact moment you fell for him. Out on the deck of the crux, the vision of him looking out towards the horizon with the wind blowing through his hair, that soft smile on his lips. How could you not fall for such a charming sight? Especially when he turned towards you, and that smile only widened. His hand outstretched to you, and without hesitation, you took it within your own. You knew that you could trust him to guide you someplace else, someplace better. You would follow him, no matter where he went. Your home was with Kazuha, and his home was with you. No place, location or city could compare.

“Don’t fall asleep on me, Zuzu.” You giggled, noticing how his breathing had started to soften and even out. His lips quirked up slightly, opening his eyes halfway to gaze up at you, chuckling once more.

“Why would that be a problem? I think this is the perfect place to fall asleep.” He chuckled once again, before continuing quietly. “It’s quiet, peaceful, and I’m with you. I can’t imagine anywhere else where I could rest. I don’t think it gets better than this. ” His own little piece of heaven.

“You do have a point…” You whispered softly, leaning down slowly towards his face, admiring his mesmerising features. Your partner's eyes opened wider, your only warning for what he was about to do. To say you were surprised when he suddenly sat up and captured a kiss from you was an understatement.

“I was proven wrong.”

“About what?”

The wanderer smiled.

“It got better.”

[heartsiez]

MINE.

when they’re put in a situation that makes them feel jealous

⌗ kazuha and scaramouche x gn reader (seperate)

⌗ jealous behaviour, possessive behaviour, idk what else. their parts are like a one shot in their own HELP.

— kazuha

as the cherry blossom petals swirled around you and kazuha, you couldn't help but feel content. you had known kazuha for a while now, and had grown to appreciate his company more and more each time you were together. today, the two of you had decided to take a stroll through the park and enjoy the beautiful scenery.

you’d just gotten off work at a local café in inazuma. it was insanely busy today, causing you to get stressed out. many customers wanted the same thing, causing the item to go out of stock, which caused others to be mad because what they wanted wasn’t available. you’d go into more detail but just the thought of it stresses you out.

once you stepped out of the building you knew straight away you needed kazuha with you to ease off all of your negative emotions. you really did love kazuha, he was always able to clear your head with just a word. you may not be dating yet, but it’s clear as day to anyone that you both have feelings for each other.

anyways, that’s where it brings you to now. you were in the middle of telling kazuha about your day when you suddenly spotted a familiar figure in the distance causing you to pause your movements, kazuha copying with a confused look.

it was your ex.

you couldn't help but feel a sense of dread as memories flooded your mind. you hadn't seen your ex in months, and you had thought that you had moved on from the heartbreak they had caused you. which, you have moved on, but you still can’t help the familiar feelings that come over you. it makes you feel guilty because kazuhas right next to you.

your ex noticed you, both locking eyes. you wanted to tear your eyes away from them, or even pull your eyes out of your sockets but you just couldn’t look away.

as your ex approached, you tensed up, unsure of how to react. to your surprise, your ex greeted you with a warm smile and a friendly hug. you hesitated, but you couldn't help but reciprocate, feeling a wave of nostalgia wash over you.

kazuha, who had been watching the entire interaction (even from when you first noticed them), felt a pang of jealousy shoot through him.

he had grown to care deeply for you, wanting to keep you by his side forever, and the sight of you interacting with your ex made him very uneasy. he tried to brush off the feeling, reminding himself that you were the one with him now (even if not officially), and that your ex was just permanently a part of your past.

you pulled away from your ex, turning back to kazuha with a guilty, and apologetic look. “uhm, kazu, this is my…” you trailed off awkwardly, not really knowing what to call them. kazuha already knew who this person was to you, you just didn’t wanna seem rude officially introducing your ex, as your ex.

“i’m their old friend.” they continued for you, offering out their hand for him with a sweet smile, though the wind told kazuha different.

“it’s… a surprise to meet you.” kazuha took their hand with swift haste, an obvious fake smile plastered. you cleared your throat as they both pulled away, moving back to stand next to kazuha you looked to him, and he looked back.

“you don’t mind if they spend the rest of the day with us?” you asked, a sheepish smile on your face as kazuha let out a sigh only you could really hear. “of course not, it would be my pleasure to meet an old friend of your past.” he made sure to clarify.

“great…” your ex looked at him with a challenging look and then turned around. “i saw there was a place just past those trees over there, let’s go take a look.”

they took your wrist pulling you with them, scaring you out of surprise. you looked back to kazuha who was quick to follow you two, though mainly focusing on the connection between your wrist and their hand. his eyes finally travelled up to meet yours and you offered him an apologetic smile, as in to say everything will go fine from now on.

however, as the day went on, kazuha couldn't shake the wretched feeling inside of him. he just wanted to steal you away forever, not liking the feeling of someone else being a threat to you two. and your ex was one. they seemed to be getting too close for comfort, and kazuha couldn't help but feel like he was slowly being pushed out of the picture.

the sun began to set, and your ex had already said their goodbyes, apologising that it must be weird for you and that they overstayed their visit. kazuha was glad they finally seemed to realise.

he pulled you aside, away from everyone else who was still in the cherry blossom park, thought not much. you looked at him with a curious look, both your arms crossed over each other. he took a deep breath before speaking, his voice low and hesitant.

"i know i shouldn't feel this way, and it’s not my place to really say this, but seeing you with your ex today... it made me feel… horrible. i care about you a lot, and the thought of losing you to someone from your past scares me."

you were a little shocked. i mean, kazuha feeling insecure? usually he knows whether or whether not he should be feeling vulnerable in a situation, because the wind whispers the secrets to him. so he must be feeling really upset if he’s not trusting the winds of the archon.

you continued to stare at him, trying to find out how he was really feeling inside from his face. you could see the pain and vulnerability in his eyes, and your heart ached for him. you felt guilty.

you took his hand and pulled him into a tight embrace, "kazuha, you have nothing to worry about. you're the one i want to be with, and nothing will ever change that. my ex is just a part of my past, but you... you're my present and my future." you smiled at him warmly.

kazuha's tense shoulders relaxed as he returned the embrace, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. he had been so worried about losing you, but hearing your words made him feel more secure in your relationship. the negativ emotion on his face disappeared, getting it replaced with a way more positive one.

as the two of you pulled away, kazuha leaned in to press a soft kiss to your forehead. "thank you," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. he grabbed the wrist your ex held earlier, and pulled it up to his lips to kiss, his eyes not breaking eye contact the entire time.

the rest of the evening was spent in a comfortable silence, the two of you enjoying each other's company as the sun set over the horizon. the memory of your exes visit was fading fast along with the light in the sky.

you knew that there would be more challenges ahead for you both, but with kazuha by your side, you felt confident that the two of you could overcome anything together.

lol corny.

— scaramouche

scaramouche, the cunning and mischievous harbinger of the fatui, had always been a man of many talents. but there was one thing that he couldn't quite control - his jealousy. and as he watched you interact with aether from behind a wall, scaramouche couldn't help but feel a rising sense of possessiveness.

you lived with scaramouche in the fatui headquarters as his assistant, and loving partner. your best friend, aether, would usually visit you sometimes with scaramouches permission, but he never really knew what you two got up to since he was always out on missions when aether was there.

this was the first time he was present while aether visited and he’d never felt such regret in saying yes before. he wished he never gave permission to that blonde.

while scaramouche had tried to ignore the growing friendship between the two of you, he found it increasingly difficult to do so throughout the day. aether was a charismatic and friendly traveler, and it was visible to the eye that you seemed to enjoy spending time with him, much to scaramouches dismay.

as scaramouche continued to watch the two of you talk and laugh, he couldn't help but feel a nagging murderous feeling in his chest. he knew that he had no right to feel this way, mostly because you’d get extremely angry at him if you found out he wanted to kill your best friend... but he couldn't help the way he felt.

then, to add salt on his internal wound, aether leaned in closer to you, his hand brushing against yours. scaramouche's eyes narrowed as he watched the interaction, feeling a surge of anger. if aether didn’t mean that much to you he would’ve already ripped that plat off.

as he started to slowly get a better look of the two of you, he noticed something that surprised him - aether seemed completely oblivious to what he was doing. he was just being friendly, completely unaware of the intimate actions he was creating, and of the harbinger's leaking jealousy flowing throughout the entire building.

scaramouche took a deep, long breath, trying to calm himself down. he knew that he couldn't let his emotions get the best of him, especially not near you and aether. one noise and you’d hear him, which would cause you to find him and boast him with questions.

it’s okay. he can last… at least that’s what he told himself.

as the day went on, scaramouche found it harder and harder to control his burning jealousy. it felt like a forest fire inside of him. he didn't want to lose you to some prick, and the sight and thought of aether getting too close to you made him feel sick to his stomach.

finally, it was night and you three sat around a small table chatting. well, it was mostly just you and aether speaking while scaramouche held back a nasty look to him.

as he sat there anticipating for the time aether would leave, he saw something that made the last thread inside of him snap. aether had tucked some short hair strands behind your ear, then his hand trailed down your neck and rested on your shoulder as you continued to speak. it was an innocent friendly gesture, but scaramouche had had enough. he stood up abruptly, glaring at aether sharply.

"i think it's time for you to leave," he said, his voice harsh and fast to leave his body.

aether looked up, surprised. "what? why?" he asked.

"because i don't want you around here anymore," scaramouche replied, his voice laced with venom.

you looked between the two of them, confused and slightly angered by scaramouche's sudden outburst. "scaramouche, what's going on?" you asked, reaching out to touch his arm.

but scaramouche pulled away from you. you looked at him, slightly hurt from what he did, but in a way that you knew you upset him in some way seriously which made you upset.

his eyes dark and his jaw clenched. "i said leave, aether," he repeated, his voice colder than before.

aether stood up slowly, looking between you and scaramouche with a mix of confusion and concern. "i don't understand what's going on, but if you want me to leave, i will," he said, his voice calm and measured. “i’ll see you!” he said with an awkward smile, you giving a sad one back.

as aether gathered his things and prepared to leave, you turned your attention back to scaramouche, your voice hurt and angry. "what was that about?" you demanded, your voice shaking with emotion.

scaramouche's expression softened slightly as he looked at you, but the jealousy was still evident in his eyes. "i'm sorry," he said, his voice low. "i just... i don't like seeing you with him. i don't want to lose you. the way he touched you just then and today i…”

you sighed, feeling torn between your feelings for scaramouche and your friendship with aether. "scaramouche, you know that you don't have to be jealous," you said, trying to reason with him. "i care about you, and i'm not going anywhere."

scaramouche nodded, his expression still pained. "i know that, but... i can't help the way i feel."

you reached out to take his hand, squeezing it gently. "i understand that, but you can't just push people away when you feel threatened," you said gently. "it's not fair to them, or to me."

scaramouche nodded again, his grip on your hand tightening slightly. "i know, and i'm sorry. i'll try to do better," he said, his voice heavy with regret.

you smiled at him, feeling the tension between you start to dissipate. "that's all i can ask," you said, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his cheek. "let's just focus on enjoying the peace we’ll have together, okay?"

scaramouche's lips twitched up into a small smile as he leaned in to return the kiss. "okay," he said, his voice softening. "together."

⌗ hai i’m back:3 took a little break bc of writers block……………. um……… not proof read bc i’m honestly still in writers block i just feel bad for not posting. would u believe me if i told u ai helped me out with the ideas of these prompts

[written-with-blue-ink]

Your Love is in Your Touch

Aka Genshin men with a cuddly/clingy partner

Feat: Kaeya, Diluc, Kazuha, and Baizhu Content warning: Nightmares with Kaeya, Reader is taller than Kazuha, Chronically Ill Baizhu

Kaeya

Look, we all know Kaeya is touch-starved. I don't think he's had a proper hug in at least months and he's too prideful to ask

So when he starts dating you, he's shocked by how touchy you are but loves the fact he never has to ask for it

He’s just as touchy as you, opposites in temperature but similar in temperament as he happily pulls you close

His hugs are cold but in that embrace, you can hear his heart pounding with his emotions for you

It’s like laying down and falling asleep with an ice pack that will never melt when you run hot or like being out in the chilly early winter air where the cold cakes your skin and enwraps you in frost

He will confidently pick you up and smirk as you just wrap your arms around his neck

Also perfectly comfortable with you giving him a peck on the cheek in public/are busy with something

There is also something to him about your touch that is so comforting, especially when upset. Bad nightmares of fire and rain always seem to be better with his head on your chest and the sound of your heartbeat anchoring him to reality

Diluc

In opposition to his adoptive brother, Diluc is not touchy, especially in public

Being hugged out of nowhere or wrapping your arms around him without warning will cause him to flinch

He will express his boundaries with you and wants you to know it’s never because he doesn’t love you, he just likes being asked first.

He does do little things without asking, like interlocking your pointer fingers while you walk or gentle kisses in your hair

But in the privacy of your shared home, this man becomes a teddybear in all the best ways

He’s naturally warm and with his muscular physique, he can hold you close and just his arm around you feels like a weighted blanket

His favorite though is when you play with his long crimson hair. Something about your fingers running through his curls is so soothing

Kazuha

There is something absolutely adorable to him about the fact you love to cuddle and he is a cuddler too

Something about sitting in the crow’s nest as he gets wrapped in your arms and the two of you watch the sunset

But sadly moments like that are not often, life on the Crux is a busy one after all

The little things like spotting each other from across the ship and blowing kisses or running by and either of you quickly pecking each other’s cheek when they are in the middle of something

In downtime, you two sit next to each other with his head on your shoulder and your hand around his waist

His favorite thing is the end of the day when both of you are resting on a hammock in the barracks. Arms around each other with the sound of the sea and the crew to relax you

Baizhu

Baizhu is a very busy man so as much as he would love to cuddle with you, he barely has the time

But you sitting with him while he works or peering at his papers by placing your head on his is more than enough to fulfill the need for physical touch

He also is grateful that you are willing to help him on the way to house calls, especially ones a very far distance

Being able to lean on you for a second or sitting with you to catch his breath and soothe his aching muscles means the world, especially with your hand in his

He’ll also squeeze your hand twice if he needs to rest or take a break, a silent way to let you know

But days off are typically days when his condition has decided it’ll cause more pain than normal (but he’s too prideful and will still try to work)

This is when he sighs as you repeat his own advice but loves the food you make and the warmth of your embrace seems to make it more tolerable.

[witch-hazels-musings]

love professed

warning: sfw, fluff (kissing) | premise: how they hold your face when they kiss you & what their lips feel like (headcannons) 

includes: albedo, alhaitham, ayato, baizhu, childe, diluc, itto, kaeya, kazuha, kaveh, thoma, scara, tignari, xiao, zhongli 

character x gn reader |  anthology

how they hold your face when kissing -- 

cheek, jaw, etc. with one or both hands

thoma, itto, zhongli, kaveh, diluc, kaeya, albedo 

he wants to hold you in his hands, each palm against your face is a way to protect you, shield you from everything else. this touch is an overwhelming reflection of his love for you

one hand or two its all the same -- it can be fun, filled with laughter as he draws you in or tender, reverence surrounding you as your lips collide - quick or lengthy, he doesn’t care; each and every one are perfect 

the back of your head 

diluc, kazuha, alhaitham, thoma, childe, kaeya

he can’t stop himself - not when it comes to you. his hand slides to the back of your head sending shivers up his arm as he pulls you toward him. he doesn’t want you to leave - not yet, not when he’s finally found you

he likes to see your face, eyes closed, waiting, as his fingers push against your head, as his free hand finds the bend in your back or your bottom lip as you breathe to steady yourself. he hovers, completely smitten until he can’t wait any longer 

your chin 

childe, scara, ayato, kaeya, baizhu, diluc

it makes his heart pound. from the snarky shake he gives you as he grips your chin, pushes your cheeks together to make your lips pucker, to the surprise in your eyes when he lifts, pushes your face up so he can look at you - all of you - don’t hide from him

his smile is missed when you close your eyes but he’s sure you can feel it when he presses his lips to yours - can you also feel his undying love flowing through his fingers and into your skin? can you feel him --- 

your hand, rest against your forehead

albedo, xiao, tighnari, zhongli, thoma

he’s reserved. making sure this moment is accepted, private - he won’t kiss you in public, but if he does the fingers he wraps around your hand are a request. a ‘if you’ll have me,’ sort of plea as he waits for your reply with a squeeze of your hand

the touch of his forehead to yours is a pull of courage. wanting to feel you, be grounded by you before he tilts his head to make the connection - one he never imagine he’d find in his long, solitary 

how their lips feel --

full, chapped, but so warm

diluc, childe, itto, kazuha

his kiss is overpowering. heavy, impatience laced with every press of his lips to your own. you can’t breathe but you don’t mind - you part your lips and welcome him in. you have know idea the affect it has on him. he seems demanding, pulling your close, pressing in harder; it’s your fault he’s become incoherent at the taste 

each kiss feels hot against your lips. his are dry; from being outside and taking little time to care for his own needs, but the texture makes your body shiver - he asks for another, and another, each time his lips grow warmer, gentler as if they are adjusting to not hurt you, as if they are being hydrated by you. he’s carnivorous and you are his first, last, and every meal 

slender, posh and cool to the touch 

kaeya, alhaitham, ayato, baizhu, zhongli

there’s an alluring, amorous sensation when you kiss him. the sudden touch of cool as if you are being kissed by the dew the of morning - calm, mysterious, rejuvenating. there’s caution in the connection but only for a second - a curious pause before diving in. he’s got experience but doesn’t mind letting you catch up 

his lips have a hint of a smirk - even when his face is relaxed. they are firm, fine - making you question if he kissed you at all. you’ll pull away to see if he’s mocking you only to find his eyes glassy and greedy, begging you to return for more. and you do because those icy lips feel like velvet and you yearn to be shaped by them 

narrow, firm, and a bit clumsy 

xiao, scaramouche, tighnari

his kisses a laced with hesitancy. they are hard, helpless as they connect with yours until the innocent kiss turns into an impatient and insatiable one - you’ve invited him in, offered an invitation he struggles to refuse. after all this time alone -- what have you done to him? 

his lips feel wet; at times you wonder if he’s tucked them in but as the kiss goes on they become more prominent - searching, seeking as if he’s lost in the dark unsure where you’ve gone. you cup his face and he steadies. these kisses are stubborn, starving, that when you break away he’s breathless and you can’t help but go back in; unsatisfied 

soft, warm, helplessly thoughtful 

thoma, albedo, kaveh

kissable, these lips are that and more. loveable connections that make your heart pound, skin burn. gentle kisses that leave you giddy and greedy. like the setting sun, you run toward the horizon knowing that once you catch it you’ll feel alive again - he’s pliable - but, as he opens his eyes to check in, take stock in what's in front of him, he realizes ... so are you 

its like kissing a ‘just out of the oven’ loaf of bread. sweet and savory; the heat spreads from your lips until it reaches your ears. there’s something tantalizing about him, the taste of him, you lean in for more and he catches you. these lips are proficient, provocative, moving exactly the way you need them too until the two of you break away and fall into a fit of embarrassed laughter - these lips have never known such joy 

[i23kazu]

DOMESTICALLY PERFECT (i'm blessed to have you)

warnings – none. characters – zhongli, xiao, ayato, kazuha, childe, diluc x gn!reader. genre – romantic fluff. a/n – domestic boys!! | please reblog!! it rly helps a starter blog like me ><

[zhongli. | 钟离]

— zhongli loves waking up before you — he takes the time to go on a walk — and he also makes tea while talking in the sunrise #girlboss — honestly zhongli is… so productive while you’re asleep…  — also will cook breakfast for the two of you before he makes his way back to your shared bedroom — “good morning, dear. i’ve prepared breakfast for us- hey, no more five minutes. you’ve slept in for almost three hours already. come on.”  — but he feels your hand tugging at the hem of his white nightshirt and he allows himself to be pulled back into bed :”) — the food will get cold, he thinks.. — but it’s alright. he doesn’t mind bc he’s spending time with you :) <3

[xiao. | 魈]

— the yaksha takes care of you when you’re sick — 100% will feed you almond tofu as a “sick meal” and an “every day meal” — also enjoys hugging you to sleep — xiao doesn’t cuddle but he will fall asleep with you hands intertwined <3  — will let you heal him (if you main a healer) and he won’t wince or anything  —  absolutely loves to stroke your hair as you fall asleep against him — lets you sleep in because he knows you overwork — anyways please take care of yourself u lil shits

[k. ayato. | 神里綾人]

— will order the finest things from you — likes getting exotic presents ;)  — “a bundle of silk flowers for his exellence’s partner”  — he also likes watching the smile on ur face hehheeh — will bring you to festivals as your escort ;)  — ALSO buys you bubble tea!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! — he loves it when he comes home after work and you just jump into his arms — cuddle bear i swear <: 

[k. kazuha | 楓原万葉]

— stays up at night waiting for you to come home — also loves to bring u to the alcor and go to the birds nest!! you can see liyue and inazuma its so pretty — WILL WRITE SONGS FOR YOU/$&:;$&:&;&;&&; — i am a firm believer that he can cook — like fish? he likes cooking fish — yeah he’d cook fish for you :) <3  — i like the idea of cuddling with him and resting your cheek against his :,)  — HES SO CUTE he would hold ur hand when u guys cuddle

[childe.]

— an absolute snuggle bear — wakes you up when your alarm goes off and you didn’t hear it — also really enjoys baking with you — HE’S SO CUTE pls he would purposely put flour on you because he thinks your reaction is cute — licks frosting off your cheek — brings his siblings over sometimes because he loves seeing them interact with you and vice versa!!!!!!! — teucer loves sitting on your lap btw — childe will FIGHT for the seat on your lap — even though hes physically bigger than you

[diluc.]

— diluc piano player agenda SO TRUE!!!!!!! — he LOVES after-dinners — you sit at the lovely armchair by the fireplace while he enchants melodies on his instrument — ALSO WILL MAKE YOU TEA SO YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO DRINK  — he is so cute. so very cute. oh dear — he loves (if your hair is long enough) braiding and combing your hair through before bed — also loves cuddling you to sleep  — tells you stories of past adventures if you can’t sleep

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[s4llyfce]

Our differences

my first post, have mercy please ahhahhahaha

Kazuha x gn! reader but there’s a language barrier.

warnings: I used google translate (only once because it felt stupid to put in english)cause im a lazy bum so if you’re fluent in Japanese please look the other way i BEG

You never would’ve expected a situation quite like this one. The one day you decided to catch a break from grueling work, stroll through the ever beautiful inazuman forests, you end up caught in the middle of an incorrectly arranged ambush. With reason, you tried explaining to the rogue shinobi that they had the wrong person, but instead they shouted things in the language you hadn’t mastered yet.

Fortunately, right as you were about to put your vision to use for once, your knight in shining amour came and swooped them away. Literally. His use of anemo wasn’t like any you’ve ever seen. He jumped up high with grace and elegance, reeling the enemies in before plunging down on them with intuitive precision. Not enough to kill, but enough to serve as a singular warning. They left scampering away, seemingly smaller and less intimidating in the presence of power that easily surpasses theirs.

He turned to you when his eyes stopped lingering on the enemies that were too far now to see. He smiled, wind gently rousing through white hair as he held his hand out to you.

“怪我をしていますか?” Your head tilted before you could stop yourself, and he quickly noted your confusion. Perhaps you should’ve studied the language of Inazumans a bit more before arriving here. It wasn’t your fault really, you only planned on staying for a day or two.

“A..Are you hurt?” He was unsure of his words,afraid his thick accent would make them unintelligible. Now you felt like the inconsiderate one. Anyone could tell he didn’t really speak english, but that didn’t stray him away from trying. And for what? An undeserving stranger? You rid those thoughts from your mind and shook your head, giving a little smile in return.

“No no, Im okay. Thank you, seriously. I’d never suspect there would be trouble in forests this beautiful.” He nodded his head, and you had the suspicion he understood more than he initially let on. Most likely, he’s fluent in understanding, not speaking. Intelligent is what he was.

“Kazuha.” He said, pointing to his chest. Then, his finger turned, pointing towards you as if awaiting an answer. You stated your name, and he repeated it a little butchered, but who are you to judge any screw ups.

“Going home?” Kazuha gestured towards the sky that had turned considerably dark. You got the hint, it’s no longer safe to wander alone.

“Yeah actually- I mean, I’m only here for the next two days but I have a room at the local inn.” You hummed, realizing you accidentally trailed rather far from the main city. The consumption of deep and intricate thoughts when alone made it difficult to ascertain this sooner.

Before you could dwell too long in your mind, Kazuha was beckoning you along, leading you back to the city. He left little room for any dispute, danger lurked and that fact was enough to get you to follow along. You didn’t feel the need to be on guard towards Kazuha, his mellow aura assured you of that, but it did beg the question; Could you truly trust him? Perhaps this was all an act so he could cross you later when you’re vulnerable. Maybe you should be on guard, or better yet, not follow strangers to-

Kazuha spoke up, yet again reeling you away from futile contemplation. Only, he started speaking in a way that sounded strategically formatted. You had no clue what it meant, but the ethereal attribute in which he said it had you unknowingly mesmerized.

Kazuha possesses an awfully soft voice, one you couldn’t imagine to be loud or violent. From the get-go, you could tell he was more laid back than most, more attuned to nature even. With the way his eyes gazed at the sky which stars were adorned, and how he appeared to be listening to everything and anything all at once. You admired it, wanted to be and feel it. So utterly carefree and relaxed.

Even so, you knew better. Everyone has their own issues, ones they prefer to keep inside. Ones that they’d rather die than reveal and possibly risk their tranquility for vulnerability.

“Was that a poem? The structure..sounded familiar. Though I only understood a few words.” You were relived at the delighted nod he gave and your next question tumbled out before you could stop it. “Can I hear more?”

‘A day or two’. The biggest lie you’ve ever told yourself. When the time arrived for your return home, you felt more reluctant to go than you thought you would. Was it the sights? The food or atmosphere? No, not in the slightest. It’s the webs of that which is Kazuha, who had you wholly trapped.

You weren’t to blame, not when he came to visit you the day after he escorted you home. Not when he took it upon himself to translate his poems on paper, just so you could read and truly understand them. Not when he sat and taught you how to play blissful tunes with a mere leaf that happened to fluttered by.

No, you were simply captivated, and had become a victim to his kind nature. You wanted to know more. He’d listen to you ramble on about your life, mindlessly humming and nodding along while you internally questioned if he really knew what you were saying. Indeed he did, and he made sure you were reassured each time with a simple shake of his head to the most random questions you threw at him.

When you brought up how you wished he could tell you things like you do him, Kazuha took it upon himself to do exactly as you asked. So as the days ached on, he was now at the point where he could have full blown conversations with you.

What were you to do? Kazuha and you both know your field of work has been patiently awaiting your return.

Would it be so bad to drop everything and stay right here? Just like this?

“You look troubled. Thinking about something?” Kazuha piped up, eyes not once leaving the dewy morning sky you both gazed at.

“You’re not even looking at me, how do I look troubled?” You dodged the question with a small chuckle, not daring to face the stare you now felt on the side of your head.

“I am now.” He retorted, wringing a quiet fit of snickers from your end.

No, Surely not.

[foranpo]

ੈ˚☆ genshin characters as romantic tropes.

fandom: genshin impact.

characters: tighnari, cyno, scharamouche, kazuha.

reader: gn!

genre: headcanons.

content: fluff, slighty angst (scaramouche, kazuha)

word count: ~350 each // 1.3k total

 ੈ♡˳────── enjoy the reading <3 ──────

˚ʚ tighnari. destined to be together.

the gods themselves had brought you together. looking at the vast infinite sky, running through all the stars and constellations, it was easy for you to find your love written in the brightest points of the darkest night. for, you and tighnari, were destined to be together. and you knew it.

“blame the gods,” was what he used to say to you when you got into little arguments.

“blame the gods for holding me to you. for, in all my life I have never been able to walk a path where you were not at the end of it. and if it wasn't your smile that I longed to see in the darkest moments, it was your words that gave me the hope of a better day. blame the gods for not having the courage to take you away from me, because they know that our souls only feel complete when we are together, because there is no fire brighter than that of our hearts when we are in each other's arms.

blame the gods for making me love you. but also blame me. for I didn't fight my fate when I realized that you and I, like all the constellations, were destined to be guarded by the gods, our passion being an eternal tale of love only compared to the legends of yore, since a love like ours, a love so sincere and carved by the gods themselves, seems so surreal.

and yet I love you. I love you now, that's me. but loved you before I met you, that was the gods. and yet, I know I will love you after I'm far gone, for the memories of our love will remain carved in the stars that witnessed our love blossom and it will last forever. my love for you will last forever.”

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˚ʚ cyno. love at first sight.

all it took was an exchange of smiles and the whole world collapsed in your eyes. you went through troubled paths, several adversities that made you question whether, perhaps, that exchange of glances was just a fluke of fate. maybe your passion was a passing thing without a concrete future in front of you. but, behind all the doubts, there was a hope painted with colors of love and passion that made you believe, over and over again, that the first smile, the first look, would only lead you to a life together.

“I don't think it was a mistake,” said cyno with his forehead pressed against yours, the smile on his lips comparing to the first smile he gave you.

“I don't think that everything we've lived so far has been a mistake. our hearts are stained with the passage of time, sculpted by the arguments and disagreements we've had until this day. like the rocks in the sea and the most beautiful walls of the oldest temples, time is attacking our hearts, but only to strengthen them, to beautify them.

don't you think it's beautiful? don't you think there's beauty in our story? there is love and passion beyond the small arguments. there is desire and need, a mutual dependence and a strong belief in the other that makes me believe that none of this was, nor will it ever be, a mistake. there is so much beauty in us, my muse. why do you think we would be a mistake just because we have some occasional arguments?

don't you love me? don't you want me? don't you smile with the memories of our most tender moments? can't you see that the storm between us is just the waves of the sea carving our love to last? until our next life? until I fall in love with you for the first time, all over again?”

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˚ʚ scaramouche. secret love.

his love for you was scaramouche's second priority. his first was your safety. and, beyond the passion that burned scaramouche's chest, beyond the love that clung to scaramouche's fingertips, there was also the awareness that loving you meant hiding you.

“just until it's safe,” he assured you on the coldest winter nights when he just wanted to stay by your side and warm your body with the passion that hurt his chest so much.

“just until I'm sure the world won't steal you from me. my dreams are haunted with the idea of ​​losing you, with the idea of ​​them stealing you from me, usurping all my happiness and all the color in my life. my thoughts always flee to imaginary fights where I lose you, where your life shakily clings to my hands before saying goodbye with the sadness of someone who knows it's too late.

just one more day. one week. one month. just a little more. just until I can have your safety guaranteed and hold you to me for all eternity. just until I find a way, a solution, for all the evil in this world to be destroyed. just until it's safe. just until…

please. just a little more. I promise I will protect you. I promise I will love you. in public. in front of everyone. but, please, just wait. wait because I know there's more to us than these four walls and that the fire that burns in me, this damn fire that burns my chest, will never go out as long as you're by my side. but for that you have to wait. for me. for our love. for us. but just until it is safe.”

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˚ʚ kazuha. right person, wrong time.

the cause of your separation was still investigated by the most beautiful flowers of spring, by the hottest wind of summer. when autumn came, the trees realized the end of your love and tears of leaves ran all the paths you had traveled, only to be forgotten by the cruel and cold winter who knew better than anyone that there was nothing to blame but the cruel fate the gods had written to you.

“I don't know,” kazuha couldn't face you, but you could feel, in his trembling voice, that the anguish of his speech could be greater than your own pain of knowing how it would end.

“I don't know. I know nothing. I don't know anything other than what I feel. and I feel everything. I feel everything so intensely that it makes me weak, that it puts me down and prevents me from getting up. because I feel your love for me, I feel your passion with every word, with every caress. and I feel my passion for you. strong. warm. intense.

too intense. and maybe that's it. maybe it's this intensity that keeps me from loving you. maybe I have too much in me to know how to give you some. some of my weight. of my love. of me. I have everything in me. I have worlds inside of me. and I can't give you any of them. I don't know how to do it. I don't know. there's so much of me that wants you. there is so much of me that longs for you. and yet there is nothing in me capable of having you. to want you. I have hell inside of me. raging seas in my heart. I have it all. and I have nothing. because I don't have you. not like i want.

and I don't know. I don't know how I want you. I know that I love you. but I don't know how. and I will never know. for there is so much of me that decades are insufficient to decipher me. to understand my love for you. all I know is that today I can't take it and tomorrow I won't be able to. you are too much for me when I am already so much for myself. your love has overflowed mine and all that's left is the hope that we'll meet in another life where I'm still learning to love you.”

 ੈ♡˳───── feedback is appreciated <3 ─────

[vinecradle]

ditto - do you want somebody, like i want somebody?

pairing :: kazuha x gn!reader

summary :: a cosplay event at the mall was announced, you were waiting for this moment!! taking lots of pictures with people, but then you saw someone who cosplayed your character's partner.. and his friend asked you both to take a picture together and it goes viral on social media- and now you're faced with the cosplayer's twitter handle..

genre :: college au (reader & kazuha are in their first year), modern au, social media au, strangers to friends to fake lovers to lovers, playfully flirty x cant handle it trope, and also she fell first he fell harder trope, mutual pining, sets place after the scaramouche smau ends

warnings :: little angst, loneliness, alcohol mentions, reader is pretty touch starved, honestly not that many problems most of it is fluffy 🫶🏻

status :: on hold until i finish my scaramouche smau!

official playlist :: is linked here!

notes :: published 23 feb 2023, taglist is open! either send an ask/comment preferably so i could keep track easier and also please specific if you'd like to be in this taglist only or my permanent taglist

profiles :: ice ice baby | still a dottore hate club

teaser :: is linked here !

ACT I - music is what feelings sound like.

01. a cosplay event!!

02. character.. hunting?

03. 200 playlists

04. cosplay found!

05. cosplay received.

06. a sudden project (✿)

07. why is there a random kid

08. it's nearly time!!

ACT II - i lost myself, but you found me.

09. the cosplay event (✿)

10. post-cosplay

11. wait- im trending?

12. reporters (✿)

13. his twitter

14. bro's mesmerizing

15. this mess

16. he's actually fun to talk to

ACT III - i told the stars about you.

17. just a friendly hangout..! (✿)

18. stayed on the low

19. a priv notification

20. loveliest couple award! (✿)

21. a different cosplay?

22. when will i experience

23. she fell first he fell harder?

ACT III - cause you're so lovely

24. you are out of this world

25. second friendly hangout.. yes! (✿)

26. anything but friendly

27. him, in my dreams

28. talk (✿)

29. let's keep it a secret

30. the new event (✿)

31. we're on the news!!

ACT IIII - hm? he said it, "ditto"

32. you make me feel safe (✿)

33. a playlist for you

34. guitarist x violinist

35. my home

-> bonus! my love, my love (✿)

[mwahkazu]

INTRODUCING — a covey of wanderlust !

⌕ slow cinnamon summer - a kazuha smau.

⟢ you :: left behind their idle suburban town to live in the bustling city instead. there was always something more exhilarating about city life, one that [name] desperately wanted a taste of. abandoning their previous plans of staying back home and attend a community college nearby, [name] applied on a whim to a university in the city and after being accepted, would eventually move there. and after graduation, they’d randomly invest in a bakery shop that has luckily managed to continue running to this day. of course, none of this came about to be easy. there were plenty of struggles and even now they remain anxious about the uncertainty that lies ahead. but soon along would come a gentle wisp of the wind, with a promise that tomorrow will surely come.

⟢ chiori :: a forthright seamstress who’s ultimate goal is to have her designs be modeled to the whole world. chiori’s ideals are as solid as stone, unswayed by the public’s opinion and following her intuition that speaks for her unique sense of aesthetics. her first official design would end up being for [name], creating an apparel uniform exclusive to the bakery itself, despite the fact [name] remains to be it’s only worker. but, chiori insisted, calling it neither a business collaboration nor a way of self-advertisement, but merely as favor for a dear friend. after all, the two had agreed to support each other back during their college days. when all they could do was dream of their desired futures.

⟢ gaming :: although the modern era has buried away times of old, this energetic and ambitious young fellow aspires to rekindle the wonders that traditional wushou dance carries. gaming has faced the highest of highs and lowest of lows when it comes to chasing his dreams. one of his strongest anchors during those times has been [name]. he will always recall the night in which he ran away from home, stumbling into their bakery to seek refuge from the rain. they welcomed him with a cup of warm tea and freshly baked blueberry muffins. gaming was never a fan of such. [name] would question nothing but instead listen to his troubles and console him, even though the two were complete strangers at the time. something would stir within gaming that night–something that would continue to fester inside of him with each glance they gave. now every time he stops by the bakery, he always asks for an order of blueberry muffins.

⟢ nilou :: regarded as one the most elegant of dancers of her time, nilou has dedicated the majority of her life to the graceful art of dance. her first exposure to dance was back when she was still a young child. nilou’s parents had taken her out to see a live performance of “swan lake” and seeing such a spectacle before her eyes had her in awe. her first love—ballet. by the time she reached university, nilou had branched out to several different styles of dancing and this was also the time she would become friends with gaming who then introduced her to [name] and chiori.

yuomi’s after notes:

reader and chiori have graduated university and are considered alumni while gaming and nilou are in their last year

everyone attend(ed) the same university as kazuha and charlotte

gaming has a pet cat named man chai

chiori’s favorite movie is the devil wears prada if you couldn’t already tell

nilou was orginally planned to be yunjin but nilou’s backstory came about more easier

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[dand-elle-ion]

Genshin + When you get injured

With: Kazuha

Words: 2,5k

Warnings: Blood, description of fight

Genre: Angst, fluff and comfort

Xiao ver. I Albedo ver. I Scaramouche ver.

“Could. You. Stay. Still! For! A! Second! Please!!”

Oh, how you hate fighting against Kairagi. What once used to be noble samurai are now nothing but bandits with cruel combat skills and alarming height, not afraid to use brutal force on their opponents.

You’re thankful it’s not raining yet at least, otherwise you’d get in deeper shit than you already are, considering their use of electro powers.

Usually, you prefer fighting with your bow but with their agility and the annoying habit of coming WAY TOO close to your face, your sword has proven to be the safer option. And though you keep on dodging, defending, and attacking, the Samurai keeps moving too fast and too close to finish this quickly enough.

“How are you holding up there, dove?” you hear Kazuha shout at some distance, fighting the counterpart of “your” samurai.

“Kind of fed up already with these guys!” you shout back, panting a little. “What about you?”

Yes, he is the reason you want to continue your journey as fast as possible. The whole day Kazuha has been showing you around his favourites spots in Inazuma, now that the Sakoku Decree is over and he’s no longer a wanted criminal. He’s returned to his former home and though his magical way with words had always provided you with stunning visualizations of Inazuma, it is obviously far more fascinating to see it for yourself.

Until unfortunately these very kind guys came around and threw a wrench in the works. But at least they were kind enough to wait until the evening, when the both of you had already been on your way back to the crux.

The sudden movement of the samurai dashing towards you forces you immediately back to the present and to concentration. No use blocking his attack, but enough time to dodge it. When you quickly move around, sword steady in your hands you realise that the Samurai’s movements appear kind of… sloppy. He must get slowly weaker.

Wonderful.

But you still continue to constantly move around to not get sliced up by his sword, steady position, dodging, attacking, defending. Damn, this is slowly but surely making you exhausted as well.

It is then that you realise you must have missed Kazuha answering your question some moments ago. Had you been too focused or has…

A quick glance back is all it needed for your already racing heart to double its speed.

Though Kazuha still appears to be perfectly fine, quite exhausted but fine, it is the third Samurai that has appeared behind him all of a sudden, that makes you terror-stricken. But Kazuha doesn’t notice anything, there’s no way he could-

A rush of adrenaline, a swift but hard enough hit and your own opponent is stumbling back a few feet, giving you the opportunity to summon your bow, aim and shoot towards Kazuha’s aggressor; All within a few mere seconds before you whirl immediately back around, only to be met with a sword striking right towards your head.

Unfortunately, you don’t get the time to switch back to your sword, so you only barely manage to soften the hit with the bow still in your hands. Grunting you pull all the energy you have left into pushing the Samurai’s sword away from you, pushing against his own strength, electro energy sparkling against your cracking bow. And for the first time you are able to see the face of the Kairagi, more precisely his dark eyes that seem to be filled with an utter void, swallowing every bit of light.

Are they even human?

The thought crosses your mind just when the pressure suddenly stops. Surprised, you stumble a few feet forward, barely preventing yourself from falling down. But your opponent doesn’t give you time to breathe. He swings once more, this time apparently putting all his remaining energy into it. His sword vibrant with electro energy.

Maybe it had been the archons above, maybe it had been because of the Samurai’s already weaken state, or maybe just because of pure luck, but somehow you manage to barely miss the deadly hit, swerve around and in one last movement summon your sword and pierce it straight through the uncovered spot between his armour on the back.

A supressed grunt. The clanking sound of his sword landing on the ground. And the Samurai is on his knees, falling over. Then… nothing.

Panting and gasping for air you lift your eyes from the defeated Samurai before looking around for Kazuha. He too, has already taken care of his opponent. The second one laying moveless on the ground behind him, an arrow sticking out of his body, well, or rather out of his head.

As soon as Kazuha is next to you his hands are already cupping your face, checking for any injuries or wounds. “Are you alright?”

You lift your still shaky fingers to a mean scratch on his forehead, carefully wiping some blood away. “I am fine, but you might need some treatment here, love,” you mumble, furrowing your eyebrows. Kazuha smiles softly, pressing a kiss on top of your hand to calm it down. “This is nothing to worry about. We should be soon in Ritou anyway.” He winks, letting go of your hand and takes some steps towards the defeated Samurai.

Kazuha hums, regarding him with a pitiful gaze. “It’s quite tragic. Their destiny I mean. Humans fallen prey to the darkness.”

You are staying some feet away, giving him some space. Your adrenaline is slowly calming down and with it the tiredness from a whole day of wandering around returns. Though, with the adrenaline vanishing you also suddenly notice a painful throbbing in your side. Perplexed you reach your hand underneath your jacket to touch it up, and when you pull your hand back it’s wet and very bloody.

Uh.

Uh, damn.

It must have happened after you shot Kazuha’s opponent. Guess, you haven’t been that lucky enough to escape your own opponent’s last swing.

“Darling, are you alright?” Kazuha returns back to you, and you quickly hide your injuries with your jacket, thank god it’s colours are dark enough to not notice any blood. “You’re a little pale, dove, we should keep moving. Ritou and the crux is right around the corner.”

Because you know that he would blame himself like he always does, for not being able to protect you enough, for distracting you, for not being fast enough, you keep quiet, planning to go to the healer on the crux and keep things on the low. A small wound should not destroy Kazuha’s good spirits today.

So, you simply nod and take his outstretched hand in yours, bringing your travels to an end.

The whole way down to Ritou you swallow down the growing pain, hide you grimaces and keep tightening your jacket, afraid that anything will tell on you. Meanwhile Kazuha reminisces some of his childhood memories, telling you about games he used to play with his friends in the field you pass, or the river he fell once into and only got out with Tomo’s help.

While you are listening to him, it’s more his voice that you hear, but the more time passes the harder it gets to focus on the meaning behind his words, to fully grasp what he is laughing about and process what he is explaining.

It doesn’t take too long until the small port-town gets in sight. That is also the moment when Kazuha notices that something is wrong. Sweat is glistening on your face, that has gotten even paler; Concerned he reaches forward and places a hand on your forehead. “Y/N, do you have a fever? You’re glowing!”

You can’t help but let out a somewhat dazed chuckle. “Thank you.” Immediately you regret your actions, the laugh causing some hell of pain down your abdomen, turning your smile more into a grimace.

“Y/N.” Kazuhas eyes narrow. “Where?”

“Where what?” You ask, playing dumb, ignoring the stern look on his face. Meanwhile the dizzy feeling keeps growing, black spits start to consume your sight until you blink a few times, and they vanish again.

“Where are you hurt?” you hear him ask, concerned, maybe even slightly panicked. But it sounds so far away, like you are merely dreaming.

“’m fine,” you mumble; Next thing you know your knees weaken out of a sudden and you reach for Kazuha’s shoulder, leaning on it for support. “Must be getting sick or something…”

Gently Kazuha wraps his hands around your waist to steady you, but when he notices your blood on his own hand, he freezes. He goes into complete shutdown and for a moment he can’t do anything but stare at the blood.

Then, utter terror overtakes him, and one single thought crosses his mind:

Not again.

You are in his arms immediately. One hand beneath your knees, the other holding you tightly around your shoulder, careful not to press you too close to him, to not injure you any further

“I’ve got you,” he whispers softly. “It’s gonna be okay. You’re going to be okay.”

---

For some obnoxious moments you lose yourself in a bundle of sounds, voices, and delusions. Your limbs are shaking in a cold sweat and the biting smell of naked metal makes you feel even sicker. Every breath you take gets more rapid and shaken because is suddenly hurts so much to breathe, like millions of needles piercing rapidly into your lungs again and again.

It’s Kazuhas voice that clears your mind a bit. “I know this hurts, dove, but you have to stay awake, alright?”

You blink a few times, trying to keep your eyes focused on him. “How bad is it?” you mumble.

He glances down to you, forcing a comforting smile. “Don’t worry, everything’s fine, alright? It’s okay.”

Yeah. You are in deep shit.

Seems like the injury has indeed been more serious than you could handle alone, than you’d estimated.

You see Kazuha’s lips forming words, but their sounds don’t make any sense to you anymore. “I’m fine, Kazu…” you keep murmuring along, not even sure at this point if you’re not only saying it in your mind. But you force yourself to stay awake, to net let the darkness cloud your eyes completely. So, soon the only thing you could concentrate on, is the feeling of Kazuha’s fingers around your shoulder and his ruby eyes, that are constantly switching down to yours.

Such pretty eyes…

--

The words “please, not again, not again.” had never been repeated in his head so much.

Kazuha can’t remember to ever be running as fast as he is now. He has never been more grateful for his anemo vision, boosting his speed.

The whole way to Ritou he keeps his eyes on the path, your eyes, but mostly on your vision. As long as it’s glowing, as long as the colour stays there, he has time.

It feels like ages when he’s finally entering Beidou’s ship, frantically searching for her. It is her that finds him first, her cheery demeanor turning immediately into the one of the conscientious Captain that she is, staying calm and gathering everyone and everything that will be needed, despise her personal concern for you.

---

The next moments could have been hours, maybe only minutes – there is no way to tell for you. At first you remember Kazuha helping you ease you out of your clothing, wincing right along with you.

The whole time it’s a delirious whirl containing muffled voice, panicked and calm ones, some soothing ones you couldn’t order in. This horrific smell everywhere and then this pain – like someone is burning your skin alive.

And you don’t know how you manage to stay awake - half awake at least - but the whole time you hold on to his hand, like your life depends on it.

Maybe it does.

---

Night has fallen when your vision and your consciousness start to clear again. You blink a few times, until your eyes can focus again, until the ringing in your ears stopped.

You recognize the familiar feeling of being inside a ship, then you also recognize the room you are laying in, the medical room.

The only light is coming from a single lamp on the table, illuminating its warm colours on Kazuha’s calm face. The cut on his forehead has been treated and is now merely a fine red line. He is sitting on a chair right next to your bed; eyes closed, one arm laying relaxed across his waist, the other is still holding yours. His thumb softly stroking across your skin.

When his eyes open, they right away meet yours, his gaze softening but he remains quiet.

Moments of silence pass.

Until you can’t bear it anymore. “Kazu-“

“Don’t,” he interrupts. “Don’t say anything.”

Your mouth falls shut again.

Again, moments of silence pass in which you just stare at each other. Your heartbeat rises.

“That was pretty dumb and reckless of you.” He states, his jaw tightening. “I hope you are aware of that, Y/N.”

“I am,” you whisper.

It was unfamiliar seeing Kazuha like that. So distanced, nearly cold. But you understand the reasoning behind that and can’t really blame him either.

“Do you even care about yourself?” he continues. “You could have died. So easily.” His voice cracks a little at the end. He stops, blinks, gathers himself for a moment.

Meanwhile you are starting to drown in your own guilty feelings of remorse. How you forced him once again to see the life of someone he holds dear slipping away, right in front of his eyes.

“We’re on the same team, Y/N, why would you hide such things from me? When were you even going to tell me?”

You don’t answer.

“You didn’t plan to.” Kazuha nods and looks away, pressing his lips together. “I see.”

Various emotions are swirling in his eyes. Sadness, anger, disappointment…guilt.

When he turns his head back to you, you notice some glistening in his eyes. “You don’t have to be strong all the time, especially not when I’m around.”

Now tears are welling up in your eyes, too. “I’m so incredibly sorry,” you whisper. “I didn’t think it would be that bad.”

Ignoring the burning feeling somewhere down your torso, you straighten your upper body slightly. Kazuha quickly moves to gently help you sit up and lean back against the pillows, he then proceeds to observe you with this tender gaze of his that never fails to make your heart skip a few beats.

His fingertips tracing lightly over your forehead, your cheeks, neck and down to your shoulders. “I thought I lost you, dove.” He inches forwards a little, enough to lean his forehead against yours. “Please promise me you won’t do that again…”

You close your eyes, lips brushing gently over his own. “I promise.”

Kazuha leans in, kissing you with the utmost gentleness and relief. “I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass.”

He feels you smile into the kiss, softly uttering an “I love you” back.

Apologies if it seems kinda rushed, I have a rough week behind me but wanted to write something nevertheless!

So, thank you for reading! :) Comments and reblogs are appreciated <3

[lume-nosity]

morning notes they’ve left for you

ft: kazuha, xiao, heizou, ayaka

style: fluff

notes: gn!reader, not proofread, lowercase intended, heizou being heizou, heizou’s portion is a little hard to read on dark mode,,

reblogs are appreciated!

kaedehara kazuha

‘good morning my lovely dove, i hope you had a peaceful and undisturbed slumber. by the time you found this note i’ve went out to fish. that reason being i’ve considered to have you try my specialty; grilled fish. so i hope the thought satisfies your palette. and worry not, i’ll be back home as soon as possible once i’ve finished. and it’ll be my pleasure to teach you how to cook it as well, if you wish. but for now, rest easy and wait for my arrival.’

adeptus xiao

‘morning. i’ve left this note here to let you know that my duties have occupied me for some time. demons are becoming more active recently, so i’ve went to deal them while you were asleep. you needn’t worry about coming across one of those pests should you go out. but, if you have any plans in regards to going out, speak my name. i will accompany you to wherever you need to go.’

shikanoin heizou

‘rise and shine partner! i hope you’ve rested well. now, i know you just woke up without me by your side but don’t panic! the tenryou commission called me in for yet another case. it seems as if they don’t have enough brainpower to manage on their own, huh? a pity isn’t it? well, not to worry, because once i’ve dealt with the matter at hand, let’s say we go to that escape room i’ve mentioned a while back.‘

kamisato ayaka

‘good morning my dear. next to this note, i’ve prepared breakfast for you before i left to attend an important meeting. i apologize for not letting you know beforehand because i received word at around the time you were still sleeping, and i wished to not disturb your relaxed state. so to make it up to you, i’ve cooked your favorite! i’ve experimented with it as i’m not familiar with it, so it may not taste exactly like the one you told me about. but either way, i hope you still find this dish fitting to your tastes.’

an: you guys like this new style? because i most certainly do! (aha totally not an excuse for me to mess around with the gradient text a lovely mutual of mine taught me how to do it) but i don’t feel like running back to my older works and reformatting them, so this is completely brand new. also, i was planning to write for more characters but i got a little scatterbrained and can only do four.. though, i hope you enjoyed this regardless, and i’m off to sleep <3

[heartsiez]

HAZY CONFESSIONS.

you accidentally confess to the boys without even noticing. but oh, do they notice.

⌗ xiao, kazuha, ajax/childe x gn!reader (separate)

⌗ fluff

part 2 (albedo, diluc and scaramouche)

- xiao

“why must you be so weak…” he sighed as he tucked the blanket up to your neck.

you had gotten sick while out fighting. apparently, cryo slimes actually carry sicknesses and now you were suffering from over-fighting them. you were so sweaty, yet you felt so cold and your head had a sharp pain like someone was stabbing at it repeatedly.

xiao placed the back of his hand up to your forehead as your eyes glazed over him with your eyelids struggling to stay open. “just sleep. you’re lucky i was here to take care of you,” he closed his eyes and leant away from you. “but now i must leave. i have business to take care of.”

“do you.. do you have to?” your breath was shaky as you struggled to speak with your throat burning. “yes, i must.” xiao replied standing up from the bed, walking over to your side. “just… call out my name if you really need me.”

you nodded opening your mouth to say something else before he shook his head. “it’s better if you don’t speak. if you speak it means you only get worse and that means more work for me.” you tried to give a glare to him but it only came out as a weak haze. “sleep. it’s what you really need.” he sighed.

as he started to walk away, you grabbed his wrist and pulled him back. “what?” xiao raised an eyebrow like he was annoyed at the action. truly, he could’ve just easily pulled his arm away with the weak grip you set on him, but he didn’t want to. plus, you were too sick to even notice the fact that he wanted to stay with you, so he took the advantage he’d been granted.

“do you care for me?” you whispered looking at him the fullest you were able to. “care for you?” he gave you a weird look. “of course i care for you i—… i care for most mortals. it’s part of my job to protect them.” xiao hesitated to answer.

you let out a chuckle, “yes.. protect from harm not take care of when sick.” you smirked. he cleared his throat, trying to think of an excuse to answer before he died of humiliation. maybe you being sick didn’t stop that curiosity that he hated oh so much (spoiler alert, he loves it). “i am merely protecting your health from harm.”

“would you do this for anyone else?” you questioned with a croaky voice, your eyes fighting for their life to stay open as you waited for his reply.

xiao stood there tensing. no, of course he wouldn’t do this for anyone else, only you, but he wouldn’t tell you that. though, nor can he lie to you either because you’d see right through him. “look, i have to take my leave.” his voice softened when he saw you on the brink of sleep.

you gave out a small smile to him and xiao swore his heart leaped inside of his chest. “i.. i love you.” your voice whispered out hoarse before your grip on his wrist loosened and fell to the side of the bed.

xiao froze in his spot and his eyes widened, heart feeling tight. you loved him? loved him? him? you reciprocated his feelings that you didn't know he felt for you? was this a joke?

no, it wouldn’t be. you wouldn’t joke about these things and you were too weak to even think about playing some joke right now. though, maybe that was the problem. maybe your mind was just fogged up so bad that you mixed him up with someone else.

but that can’t be. xiao watched you from afar to see if you had any love interests and there was nobody. so were you being true? did you actually love him back?

he needed to get out of the bedroom asap. it felt so suffocating that if he were to stay in there any longer, his body would’ve woken you up and he’d force all his questions onto you. xiao ran outside to the balcony and breathed in the nights cool air, feeing his shoulders loosen and his breathing become lighter and quieter.

he jumped up onto the railing and looked back into the room, you lying down on the bed dreaming about whatever wonder you were dreaming about.

xiao couldn’t help the small smile of joy that claimed his face. he didn’t mind your small confession, not one bit. maybe finally he could open up his heart and learn how to love,

with you.

- kazuha

“oh my y/n…” he muttered with a small chuckle as his eyes followed your sloppy actions at the table.

you had gotten into a drinking contest with venti, and somehow, won. he had gotten 7 intakes and you had gotten 8. though, once venti saw you were indeed a lightweight, he flew out of there faster than the wind leaving kazuha to deal with your drunken self. not that he minded.

“mmh, my heaf hurfts, sort ofh, i shink…” you slurred out, resting your head on the table right in front of kazuhas hands.

“sort of?” he smiled. “i’d say it would hurt a lot.. you did have multiple drinks.” kazuha lifted your head to inspect your face, angling his head to look at the different sides of you. you blushed at the contact he gave you and leaned in more, liking the feeling of his hand. "oh? you're turning red. are you hot maybe? let me get you a drink." he spoke out putting his hand to your forehead.

he let go of you and stood up from the table, going over to diluc at the counter. kazuha spoke to him for a few minutes, the two men looking over like they were talking about you. a few seconds passed and he was handed over a glass of water.

kazuha made his way back and sat down next to you, handing over the glass. "here, this should help sober you up a bit and maybe cool you down." he smiled as you took the water from him. "unfortunately, diluc didn't have any medicine that could clear you up faster, my apologies."

your mind blanked for a second seeing him smile and you spilt half the water down your body. kazuha quickly grabbed some napkins that laid on the table and tried drying your chest. he trailed with the napkin down your torso until he reached the top of your thighs, close to your crotch area where it was clearly most damp.

you could see how he was distracted drying this area of your body which shot a boost of confidence and tease into you, those feelings almost taking over your intoxicated feeling.

you held his collar and dragged him up to you, your eyes level with his. you just stared at him, gaze almost making him a bit scared if it weren't for the slight desire he could see swimming bigger in your eyes.

"you're cuteee... you know that?" dragging on your word with a smile. kazuhas ears turned red as he just blinked at you. words seemed to of disappeared from his knowledge. "i uhm— he cleared his throat. “thank.. you." he shifted a bit when he saw your smile grow wider.

you pulled away from him as you felt your body grow dizzy. kazuha noticed almost instantly by the way you gripped onto the table and your pupils grew wide. "you knoww.." your words started as you made eye contact with him. kazuha moved his arms around you so if you did black out, you wouldn't go slam right into the wooden table.

you put your hand on his arm which was around your waist area and moved your lips only a few from his. "i love you…kazuuuu'." you blabbered out as your body finally shut down.

your head and body had fell flat onto kazuha. you probably would've slipped onto the ground if it weren't for the way his arm had tensed hard around you.

he wasn't surprised, no. he knew you had feelings for him. but what he didn't know was that you loved him. of course he loved you too, too much at least, but he never confessed because he didn't know your feelings were as deep as his.

but then again you were heavily intoxicated and you probably didn't even mean your words, better yet even know what you said. he sighed at the feeling in his stomach. kazuha wanted to be happy, he'd be overjoyed if this were any other situation different then this one. but he just didn't know if you meant those words.

it only then hit him that there was pressure on his hand, kazuha looked down and saw yours entwined with his while your other was gripping onto his waist softly.

“kazuha..” you let out the muffled word as you drooled onto his shirt. his cheeks fluttered a light red and a small smile appeared on his face. how did he think otherwise? drunken words, sober thoughts.

kazuha tightened his grip on your hand and changed your position to be more comfortable. yeah, he had nothing to worry about. he thought as he smiled, picking you up to leave the tavern.

- ajax (childe)

"shit, did i really have to come with you?" you groaned out shivering even under the hundreds of layers you were wearing. "i appreciate that your siblings love me and want me to come see them, but i also appreciate them coming to me where its much warmer."

"ah, you'll get used to it quick y/n! you've just got to come with me every time i come back to snezhnaya." ajax replied, bumping into your shoulder.

you snorted at his words. "funny joke aj." you rolled your eyes until you saw that he was dead serious and your grin dropped slightly. "i am not coming with you to this region that's freezing my ass off while i can't even handle the cold in liyue." you deadpanned.

"what a shame, it would've been nice having your company in my homeland." you gave a quiet, 'uh-huh' and quickened your pace in the snow. "you do know i only bring the closest here right?" ajax spoke, running up to you to put his arm on your shoulder and pull you in.

"you bring your closest people to a region where its colder than cold and where there's danger spying on them in every corner?" you slowly moved yourself closer into the side of his body. to be warm of course, nothing else.

"no, i mean to see my family. they're very important to me and bringing you to see them in my home means that you're someone i can trust." he smiled looking at you. "so, have you brought anyone else to see your family before?" you felt a feeling inside you grow.

"of course i haven't, you've been the only friend i can actually full on trust. yeah i trust the traveller but its a different type of trust, y'know? it's not a close one." and you felt that awful feeling die down inside you as your face let out a smile and you nodded.

you were about to say something until an ice breeze hit you two, you felt like you were almost going to turn into a block of ice right then and there. "fuck, are you okay y/n?" ajax pulled you to his front to take a good look at you.

"can we.. can we go inside somewhere?" you questioned as your body was shivering hard. "yeah, yeah, but the closest place is some small hotel. is that okay?"

you nodded hesitantly and gripped onto his shoulders as he picked you up. ajax made his way quickly to the building he spoke about, the owners already recognising him, let him in with ease. he dropped you down on the bed and threw the blankets on your body. you glared at him for the roughness.

"wow, is that my thank you for saving you from frost bite?" ajax snickered. your glare decapitated and you let out a small groan and pat the spot next to you. "come, sit here. i don't know how you're even surviving standing away from this warm bed." you spoke.

he made his way over to the spot you patted for him and sighed. "years y/n, years have i been here getting used to it. where my home is and where my work is. i'm bound to become accustomed to this weather." he shrugged.

"don't. you sound like an old man reminiscing about the olden days you lived." you laughed out. ajax just stared at you until you stopped laughing. "you have a nice laugh." he smiled at you.

your cheeks turned a light shade of pink, shaking your head to get rid of this feeling in front of him. "you always hear me laugh though?" you questioned him.

"yeah, but this laugh is different." ajax tilted his head at you. "so you're saying my other laughs suck?" you raised your eyebrows with a fake expression to make it look like you're offended.

"well..." ajax trailed off with a teasing smirk. you scoffed and pulled the pillow from behind him into your hands and threw it onto his face. he turned around to you and glared, snatching the pillow and slamming it back onto you.

"you can't do that!" you frowned. "that was my karma to you, you can't do it back." rolling your eyes. ajax laughed at you as he threw another pillow flat into your lap. you were about to pick it up from its place on your legs until he smashed another onto your face and you flew back from the force. you were about to fall off the bed (that was unusually high) and started flailing your legs around.

ajax, realising what he'd done, shot himself across the bed and gripped onto your waist pulling you back. your shoulders to your head dangled off the edge of the bed as you kicked him in the gut making him grunt. “i hate you so much.” you said in a frustrated tone.

pulling yourself up to sit in front of him, you were met with his concerned eyes. “shit, that wasn’t meant to happen. you literally would’ve broken something if you fell off that high.” he broke out into laughter, not noticing the way your eyes were dazed by him.

and he was talking about your laugh? his laugh made you fall into these emotions you had felt for him even harder. “i don’t hate you.” you spoke out suddenly. ajax gave you a confused look. “well, i’d hope you don’t hate—”

“i don't hate you, i love you.” your mouth blurted making you gasp. you felt your body deflate as you saw his expression, wide eyes and his lips slightly parted. "pardon?" he gasped out.

you swallowed your fears. you've already said it so it's too late to back out now, you thought. "i love you, ajax." straightening out your posture. "i..." he just blinked.

fuck. he didn't feel the same did he? "look, it's fine if you don't have the same feelings. it totally is!" you pause, hoping he'd at least say something but he just sat in front of you like a deer in headlights. you looked out the window behind him and saw it was breaking out into dusk. "i should probably go now anyways.. it would be too late to visit your family and we can't really go anyways since its still blizzarding."

you were about to push yourself off the bed until a hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you back. you turned your body around only to see your face inches from ajax. "are you o--" your words died down when he placed his lips up against yours. it was soft and warm, making you fall into him more.

he caressed your neck while gripping your mid-torso. when you pulled away he trailed after you. "want more, huh?" you smirked at him. ajax smiled, "maybe i do." he spoke shrugging his shoulders.

"so, i'm guessing you feel the same?" you asked him. "no i just kiss people on the lips out of nowhere in a friendly matter." he replied sarcastically. you rolled your eyes and leaned against him, pushing all your weight on him to try and topple him over (spoil alert; it didn't work). he wrapped his arm around your back, squishing you into his side.

"but yes, i do love you." ajax confirmed looking at you sweetly with a smile.

⌗ why is kazuhas part such a flop... also this has been sitting in my drafts for a good minute so i decided to finish this during class and it was rushed SORRY

[calx-bdo]

# 'cus it's not just a figure of speech, you got me down on my knees, it's gettin' harder to breathe.

》 rockstar!y/n au

》 kazuha x reader

》 warnings : none

》 fluff, slow-burn

you could feel the electrical bass thrumming under your fingertips. with the mastery of electro, a bass was no match for you. with the loud music surrounding you, encompassing the very spirit of rock, you feel at ease. at home. you flick your wrist once again, seeing your adoring fans swoon over you.

finally, a break in the song. the bridge, or, as you like to call it, the part where you can let your eyes drift over the crowd, seeing if there's any .. interesting figures catching your eye.

sadly, nobody of note was here today. they were all just . . normal people. boring. bland. not your type.

as your eyes looked back down onto the guitar, fangs biting your snakebite piercings, you catch a swoop of red in the crowd.

"huh?"

you blinked rapidly, and in the concert daze, all still remains veiled under the fog of the night.

"must be the makeup. "

── 🎸🎙 ──

you complete the set without any further hindrances, but the little red you saw still lingered in the back of your mind.

you tapped the frets of the bass, mindless strumming filling the confined space right now. the band leader was talking to some fan, and totally buying into the fanservice. albeit you not being into that, not wanting to feed the parasocials, you were one of, if not the most popular band members, to your dismay. well, your piercings, odd attire and hair do go a long way in such times.

once, an interviewer asked why your sense of fasion does not match up to teyvat's current times.

"people just aren't ready for it. " you shrugged, and smirk to the camera, hearing the fans cheer for you in the background. hah, maybe feeding fanservice once in a while wasn't that bad.

── 🍁⚔️ ──

kazuha has been searching everywhere for that one really really hot bassist.

even beidou doesn't know, for archon's sake. . !

"surely it cannot be that hard to find a famous celebrity . . especially someone of that crowd the other night. " kazuha mused to himself, frustration slowly building inside of him.

suddenly, a thought crosses his mind. he blinks, lightly facepalming himself, chiding that he hasn't thought of this.

in the world of rock, who better to ask than xinyan?

"good afternoon, xinyan, i was wondering if you had came to the concert the other night?"

kazuha knocked on xinyan's door, meeting her surprised face when she opened the door to the samurai.

"kazuha? of all people askin' me about the 'cert, you're the least i expected!"

xinyan laughs, her laughter sounding like the thrums of the bass. the bassist . . everything reminds kazuha of them.

"of course i did! it was one of teyvat's biggest bands, euthoria! why? ya interested?"

xinyan leaned against the door frame, cocking a smug smile to kazuha.

"ahem . . . that, might be right. the bassist, they ─"

xinyan's eyes practically perked up upon hearing the word 'bassist'.

"oh, y/n? they're right inside, c'mon in!"

xinyan all but pushes kazuha into her house, seeing the hot wondrous bassist just . . on xinyan's couch.

"heya."

── 🎸🎙 ──

that was the flash of red !!! the red hair !!!! that was the person you saw, and goodness, he is . . ethereal. stunning isn't even a word to describe him. his hair, it looks soft, fluffy. and his face? it seems as if it contains all the wonders of the world. his maroon eyes stare back into yours, (although yours was covered by purple contacts, gotta fit the theme ..) boring into your soul.

"heya."

heya? heya?! are you stupid!? who uses "heya"? that was the most stupidest thing someone could have said !!!!!

he's cringing . . . no, he's . . he's laughing?!

── 🍁🎸 ──

"hello, nice to meet you. i'm kaedehara kazuha."

kazuha extended his hand in greetings, wishing to any archon that would listen ─ to not let y/n see his red face.

y/n took his hand into theirs, and placed a kiss on the back of it. it's a way they greet fans in euthoria, and it's almost muscle memory. y/n didn't really think it through, and just . . placed a kiss on it.

'OH MY GOD?! WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO. '

y/n's mind was racing right now. who kisses in form of greetings ?! kazuha isn't a fan, he's probably just some casual watcher !!!

y/n quickly removes their lips from the back of his hand.

"i apologise-"

kazuha quickly stops them.

"it's alright, i understand.."

kazuha's mind was also racing right now.

' oh my archons, they really, they . they kissed me ! oh, oh, this is . . this is bad for me . . oh . . .'

kazuha could barely contain the blush creeping up on his ear.

; should i continue this into a thing ?? '^^