#will be accepting kazuha as a gift and kazuha only

[vellichxrr6782]

tis my womb evacuation day 😌😌 happy birthday to meee!!

[zhongrin]

— a short and casual genshin impact otome game.

⟣ 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟𝕝𝕠𝕒𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 ⟢

┊ (Windows 🪟, Linux 🐧, or Mac 🍎 only!)

◇ 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬? ◇

Just a simple something I had in mind for a Genshin otome game... I have 0 attention span, 0 time, and 0 knowledge to write and build a full-fledged 3D game with intricate stories, plot, and mechanics. This is just a simple visual novel with a streamlined plot and partial voices. You should be able to complete everything in like... 30 minutes long in total. Might be less, even.

◇ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 ◇

The game will contain the following: established relationship, FLUFF, comfort, lots of pet names, suggestive themes, lots of kissy sounds on some routes, implications of violence (not towards player), a sprinkle of protective behavior

◇ 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 ◇

Zhongli, Xiao, Childe, Diluc, Kaeya, Itto, Kazuha (Zhongli is selected by default because who doesn’t love geo daddy???)

◇ 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫? ◇

This is a very self-indulgent project, hence the dialogues were written with fem!player in mind. It will contain suggestive themes, so please be aware of that before downloading / playing!

◇ 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲? ◇

Yes, it's totally free - in fact, I do not accept payment.

◇ 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲? ◇

Click the link to download the appropriate file based on your OS. Only Windows, Linux, and Mac are supported. No, I won't release it on other platforms.

Open the game, and you’ll find that it’s pretty straightforward. Customize your profile, select your love interest, then start the game.

There are no wrong answers and the love interest can be changed anytime (just go back to main menu and select the character’s picture on the right side).

◇ 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐢 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬? ◇

You can personally send links to this post / the game’s itch.io page to your friends via DMs, but outside of that (reposting), NO. For example, posting about this on Reddit is prohibited.

◇ 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞? ◇

This is a super casual project.

Scripts are not proofread. Probably lots of grammar mistakes.

Novel format without narration (full dialogs).

There are no actual sprites, just official art and something akin to a speech bubble to cater to the characters’ changes in ‘expression’.

There are voices, but only partial - mostly just grunts, chuckles, kisses, and stuff. I’m using JP voices EXCEPT for Itto because Max Mittelman is a gem. No, I will not add other languages' voice versions.

Sound cues and voices are quite important for this game so I recommend using headphones.

Depending on when you open the game (morning, afternoon, nighttime, midnight), your currently selected love interest might greet you differently.

To reiterate, there are no wrong answers.

Selecting all talk/act options for a character will unlock a small event where they'll give you unique gifts.

I lowkey have so many ideas on how to expand on this in terms of gameplay and options but let’s be real here it probably won’t happen lol why can’t my brain be this creative when it comes to work

◇ 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐮𝐬??? ◇

No... That said, anyone can literally say that. Please be responsible for your own actions.

I have also released other games on the same itch.io profile, so this isn't my first rodeo. Feel free to check the reviews on those before making your decision if you're wary about downloading!

◇ 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 ◇

hyv please don't sue me i gain 0 dollars for this and i just wanna simp in peace

⟐ 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚜 🄸 𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑.𝚒𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎 🄸 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 ⟐

© zhongrin | 2022 ◆ do not repost or share without permission. reblogs much appreciated. feel free to reach out to submit suggestions, feedback, comments, or if you just want to talk!

[yanfeisty]

— Voicelines about Creator!Reader (Inazuma) ♡ ！

⊹ [ characters ] — Ayaka, Ayato, Ei, Gorou, Heizou, Itto, Kazuha, Kokomi, Sara, Sayu, Shinobu, Thoma, Yae Miko & Yoimiya. ◞

⊹ [ synopsis ] — let's see what they think about you. ◞

⊹ [ cw ] — religious themes. ◞

⠀‣ Ayaka

About The Creator: Divine Presence

"It's always a pleasure to have Our God blessing the festivities we prepared with their presence, the sun and moon appear to shine brighter when they're here, and the people happier. It surely makes me happy to see them enjoying the festival..."

About The Creator: Consort

"As an Acolyte and a member of the Kamisato clan, it is a great honor to be Their Grace's consort... But if I may tell my more personal feelings, I feel at ease with Y/n, like I can be myself, I don't feel like people want to know more about us beyond our positions, but when we're together we don't have any titles separating us. Have you seen the beautiful scenery of the sun at dawn dazzling on Inazuma? Their smile are alike."

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⠀‣ Ayato

About The Creator: Divine Ceremonies

"It is the duty of the Yashiro Commission to held festivities in Their Grace's name, such as welcoming parties, the day of their descent, and birthday of course, while trying to fit their taste. With all due respect, I have to say their opinions are quite interesting... You see, playing tcg wouldn't be the first idea I'd have for an official ceremony."

About The Creator: Consort

"Hm... So you wish to know more about our union? I suppose I can share with you a few things. We sadly don't have much time for each other as we're quite busy with our own matters, therefore I try to express my feelings in letters and presents. They did tell me it was useless to spoil them with such 'overexpensive' gifts, but... the sight of their lovely face trying to suppress a smile won't ever stop to amuse me... Besides, no price comes close to my love for Y/n."

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⠀‣ Raiden Shogun

About The Creator: Remaining Soul

"Their body may have perished, but their creations never have once forgot about them. Now, they have been reincarnated into this fragile body, but they are slowly regaining their power as it has remained into the memory of the land. This is eternity at its purest form."

⠀‣ Ei

About The Creator: Consort

"Ah, my exceptional lover. In many ways they have changed my daily routine, I tried things I would never have done before, that I considered futile for my quest of pursuing eternity. But they made me realized even the smallest actions, no matter if they last for long or not, can bring an eternal feeling to one, for exemple the pleasure of eating a dessert is temporary, but the memory of its delicious taste will always be unchanging and bring happiness to the one remembering it. I accepted their proposal as a promise that by my side they shall remain joyful forevermore."

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⠀‣ Gorou

About The Creator: Prayers

"I have heard few of my soldiers praying that none of their comrades or themselves would die before any serious battles or missions, I'm not really a religious person but I can't blame them, if this help them to have courage then why not?"

About The Creator: Consort

"They have brought a lot of help to Watatsumi Island, and that was even before we get together! What I love about them is that they're always so caring with whoever, they're so kind-hearted... They have lots of others qualities too, they're beautiful, funny, cunning, and the list goes on. They also must have some sort of magic in their hands, always finding my best spot to rub... H-hm, that st-stay between us, of cou-rse, I don't want them to tease me about it..."

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⠀‣ Heizou

About The Creator: An interesting Case

"Quite the intriguing person, aren't they? I'm not really into godly affairs but I have to admit that them waking up with not only no memories of their past life but new ones from another world is quite...hm, intriguing."

About The Creator: Consort

"They truly have no shame for playing and stealing the heart of a member of the Tenryou Commission, they used my own tricks to make me fall over heels for them and now I don't think I can recover. Sadly their title make it impossible for me to arrest them and make them face justice, but that doesn't mean I can't teach them a lesson with my own ways..."

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⠀‣ Itto

About The Creator: Ultimate Battle

"I didn't think much of them before they challenged me to a duel of tcg! Of course, I accepted it, I'm not the one to run away from a challenge and people from everywhere knows them, winning against them means that everyone will know the name of Arataki 'The Ultimate TCG Champion' Itto, ha! The one who defeated The Creator with no fear, people would never dare to fight me again, as the simple mention of my name strikes fear into my opponents, hehe... Huh? Did I actually beat them? Well... not yet, but it's only a matter of time before glory fall upon me!"

About The Creator: Consort

"The wha-? Oh yeah, sorry, I'm not used to call them that, I mostly use 'My ultimate bro', 'My one and oni', 'My onikaboo-boo', 'Cutie-sweetie-you-wish-you-had-them-ie-but-you-can't-because-this-lovely-is-the-lover-of-this-oni'. But yeah, they're fantastic, they help me to get out of jail, though sometimes they say I deserve it and leave me there... But besides that, they're an excellent cuddle buddy, always knowing how to brush my hair and horns not too delicately but not too rou-... Hey! What are you laughing at? Oh... So you think that's funny that the fierce leader of the Arataki gang have a cuddle buddy? Pff... I don't care what you think and I'm sure you're just jealous."

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⠀‣ Kazuha

About The Creator: Independence

"Everywhere I go their name is on everyone's lips, I have heard they were kind and thoughtful, but what I recall best is their free spirit and wish to explore all of Teyvat, including the people but the responsibilities they have to shoulder prevent them from realizing their ambitions... Like a bird in a cage."

About The Creator: Consort

"To be truthful with you, I was hesitant of this offer, I love them with all my heart more than anything else, but what does being a consort means? I wanted to continue my life with the loving carefree spirit I fell in love with not The Creator, I was concerned that we would be tied by others' expectations and wouldn't be able to live our life freely. But... they know me best and reassured me that none of this would happen. I'll be forever grateful that our paths met, they know how to comfort me."

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⠀‣ Kokomi

About The Creator

"It is difficult to know whom can you put your trust in, and if so how much amount. The Creator have proven we can trust them to help Watatsumi Island, and as its Divine Priestess I'm deeply thankful to what they have done for us. But I started to fully trust them when I discussed with them, their help didn't have any other intention than just being an act of kindness... I'm slightly concerned that others will abuse of their sympathy, but I'll be there in case that happens."

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⠀‣ Sara

About The Creator

"The Raiden Shogun and myself are both Acolytes of The Creator, and since The Shogun worships them I shall give them my undying loyalty and forever assist them. Even if... their casual personality and peculiar behavior during official ceremonies is quite questionable for a God..."

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⠀‣ Sayu

About The Creator

"I heard about them but only saw them once, I saw their hand going towards my head so I quickly avoided it, turned out they wanted to ruffle my hair, unlike head pats I don't think it will stop me from growing so I let them, but that made me feel even more sleepy."

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⠀‣ Shinobu

About The Creator

"I have to thank them for saving us from difficult situations which even I couldn't do anything. The gang really love them especially the Boss, they're easy going and it's easy to forget they're the most superior being in all of Teyvat, they could have been one of us but of course their position doesn't allow them, but like the Boss said they're an official-but-not-really-member-of-The-Arataki-gang."

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⠀‣ Thoma

About The Creator: Fun Activities

"They're very different from The Shogun, they don't really seek for an ideal like the Archons, they just simply want to enjoy life in Teyvat, haha... They've surprised me with asking if they could play the hotpot game, and I can tell you it was very fun, though I really need to pay attention to what ingredients I put... The others would probably kill me if Y/n even just has a small brain freeze, hehe..."

About The Creator: Consort

"Yes, I've heard people saying 'how can they marry a simple housekeeper?' and I have to say I wonder the same, ahaha... They're so lovely and a kind-hearted soul, I still can't believe they proposed to me, it feels like a dream when I'm with them. And we're partners in crimes when it comes to feeding and petting every stray animals in Inazuma, if you saw how easily they attract animals, it took me days to explain to every pet owners why did their pet suddenly disappeared..."

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⠀‣ Yae Miko

About The Creator: Divine inspiration

"Ah yes, they're a great inspiration and pretty much all of our books related to them sell like hotcakes, we're currently on the 3rd volume of 'Divine Expressions for Dummies', we also do novels that are loosely based on them, 'Next thing I knew... I was a Deity', 'Me and My 100 Spouses' and one of my favorites is 'The Fake God' it is quite the tragedy and not the happiest book, but the end where the main character has their revenge is... satisfying."

About The Creator: Consort

"My, my, curious, aren't you? I can't really blame you, an individual like Y/n is quite the partner, a boring moment doesn't last long with them, they're just so fun to tease and their hands are very soft a perfect recommendation for everyone with fur. Hm? Everyone keeps telling you about how good they pet them? Oh well, I guess I can't blame those people, but I'll have to discuss this with Y/n when I see them..."

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⠀‣ Yoimiya

About The Creator: A Shared Enthusiasm

"Y/n! Have you seen them? They're always so busy... Sometimes they come to buy me fireworks whenever if they want to keep it as a souvenir of Inazuma or asking me if we can use them together. Fireworks don't need to wait for festivals to be used, and what is cool is that with Y/n no one dares to contradict them and tell us when and where we can't do fireworks, ahh... I hope I'll see them again soon."

About The Creator: Consort

"Unbelievable, right? If we have told me I would marry a God one day I would've laugh at them. When I met Y/n I didn't even know about their true identity, but lemme tell you, them creating Teyvat and all is the least interesting part about them, they're sweet and fun, they always tell stories about their other world and the kids and I love them so much. And they share my passion for fireworks! We're planning to do the biggest fireworks show that can be seen in all of Teyvat at the same time, even if they're lots of things we didn't consider but the thought is beautiful, isn't it? Aha... Also when I told pops about me and Y/n he couldn't stop smiling for the whole week! Though, I'm not sure if he understood the part that I told it was 'The Creator'."

© ་ ׅ : pls don't translate or copy this | don't reblog with yand3r3/cult tags or if you’re a yand3r3 blog/reblog account.

@ ་ ׅ : @haileyo0ostuff

[jamimix]

Lipstick # 3 💄

Imagine your genshin S/O making you try on lipsticks of different colors and shades and then making you kiss them on their face to see if it suits them too.

Aether (For @proper-fox):

Sorry it took so long. I was in physical pain while trying to write this. I hate period cramps (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻

Aether has many many friends (and enemies), and most are indebted to him (Yes, even some of his enemies). So it's not unusual for his mailbox to be filled with gifts of many kinds. In fact, he had to have a separate mail box for close friends just so he wouldn't lose those.

And as thankful as he is for the gifts, he doesn't exactly use nor need most of it. But of course, he couldn't just tell them off. (Well, he can, but he still wants free stuff now and again.)

As he's pacing around your shared bedroom in his abode, he notices your lipstick collection... or rather, the lack of it. A lone lipstick stood proudly on your vanity table, with a color that's just a bit too... common for him to see on you.

After some thinking, he came up with a solution to his mailbox problem. Why not tell people that he'll only be accepting lipsticks?

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"Aether, why the hell do you have so many lipstick?" You asked, once you saw him carrying a box full of lipstick with a rainbow of selection, picking up one that's a really neon green.

"It's for a... project." Aether says, smiling innocently at you. He then brought in another box, one that's empty this time. There's a shine in his eyes that you couldn't understand.

"Can you do something for me?"

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You then found yourself sitting on the bed, a box full of lipstick on your side, while the empty one on the other.

In front of you is Aether, sleeping soundly. After a tiring day of doing commissions, he grabbed you towards the bed with the energy he had left, and told you what to do before passing out.

"Give me lots of kisses. I want you to try each and every one of these."

You couldn't help but quirk your lips at his words from earlier, before picking a random lipstick from the pile.

Upon applying it, you then leave soft kiss on his soft cheek.

When you pulled away, you couldn't help but feel delighted at how the lipstick color suit him. Maybe he does have a point in making you do this.

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The next morning, Aether woke up with a yawn, stretching his arms. He drowsily got up from the bed, making sure not to disturb your sleep, before heading to the bathroom.

The moment he faced the bathroom mirror, he feel his whole being wake up, fully energized, a huge grin quickly growing on his face.

Aether's body is littered with kiss marks with colors and shades that suited him. From his face, to his arms, and even to his stomach. There are even some stray ones on his thighs.

Leaning back out of the bathroom door, he spots the two boxes on the feet of your shared bed, one labelled 'keep', and the other, 'give away', both seemed half filled.

Focusing back on his reflection in the mirror, he's quite happy but... he's not satisfied.

With a huff, he quickly runs out of the bathroom, and headed towards you still sleeping on the bed. He jumped on the bed, straddling your hips, before shaking you awake.

He glared at you with determined eyes, watching as you drowsily opened yours that are filled with sleepy confusion.

"You have to try again. Let me feel the kisses this time!"

Next up is our dear Kazuha!

Also, I probably almost died with my dog earlier ಥ‿ಥ

(@neigesprincess heya! You wanted to be tagged, right?)

[yrbladie]

♡ ﾟ˖ ॱ ▎THE WAY THEY HOLD YOU IN THEIR HEART PT3ㅤ𝅄 🌿 ꒱

˖ ࣪ thoma, kaveh, tighnari, zhongli, kazuha

warnings ：maybe a bit out of character in some parts, gn!reader, established relationships, implied marriage and actual marriage mention (zhongli), there may be some repeated words since I'm not a fluent writer, fluff, slight angst (kaveh, zhongli) and mentions of death at the end of zhongli's piece

ㅤThoma is the kindest person you have ever met in your life, one that loves so deeply and wholeheartedly with everything he has. You can trust in his words when he tells you he loves you, when he pushes your hair back and kisses at your temples so lovingly, his smile shining more than the sun itself during summer days in Inazuma.

ㅤAnd everyone knows not to doubt his words when he says that he's thinking about you when he gets distracted, looking at an empty space while doing his cleaning duty around the Kamisato estate.

ㅤAll that is on his mind while away from you are the ways he can treat you better than the day before. What he can cook for dinner or what would you like for a gift next time.

ㅤFalling in love with him felt natural, just as breathing was, it was the easiest thing to do and you never once feared to tell him about it. It was like two pieces made to be side by side in the giant puzzle everyone called life.

ㅤYou know that even with all the wrong things that can happen, you both will still fall into each other's arms again, and that in the depths of your hearts, love will always flow, like the gentlestest or rivers.

ㅤEven when life is full of imperfections, like a mirror that is always full of dust particles no matter how hard you try to clean, when you can't feel satisfied with how things are, when you're tired and at your worst and life doesn't feel the same, where words can cut, intentionally or not, and when you are filled with guilt and regret, you know Thoma will still hold your hand.

ㅤHe understands every single little change in your expression, and the specific ways your eyes shift and change. And he'll still love you through it all, just as a mountain can withstand the forces of the wind, rain and waves, he'll be loyal and stand with you through it all.

ㅤIt is a kind of love that can't be described with no other word than unconditional. The type of love that brings peace.

ㅤ It's the type of love that one day makes you sit and wonder about how time has passed so quickly, how years have already gone by and none of you noticed. With every matching smile, each holiday spent together, each family member you introduced to him, and how the Kamisato siblings treat you like family. The hugs that fit perfectly, the laughter that never ends, the dogs and cats you both adopted together.

ㅤYou know things haven't always been perfect all the time, and you both will keep making mistakes, but you also love the mistakes altogether, when you and Thoma learn together how to do better, when you both learn to apologize.

ㅤYou will stand by his side, just as he stood by yours, you will praise him each time he manages to convince a specifically stubborn salesman, and when he stands by the Kamisato family side.

ㅤAnd you'll love him even more when he does the same to you. He'll never allow your worth to be determined by anyone else other than yourself. And if you don't see yourself worthy, he's willing to give you his eyes, if only you could see yourself the way he sees you, maybe you would love what you see in the mirror one day too.

ㅤAnd if that is too much, then that's okay too, Thoma will just keep telling you every single day about how much he loves you.

ㅤThere is no reason to thank him, he doesn't need anything glamorous, just tell him that you love him too, for that your love is more than enough.

ㅤYou have always known that Kaveh isn't someone that easily accepts love and care without constantly trying to repay back. You know by the way every time you do something for him, his eyes seem to hold some kind of guilt and he tries twice as hard to please you for the entire day.

ㅤAt first, you would simply tell him that you did everything because you loved him and there was no reason for him to repay you in any manner, although that didn't really had any effect on his behavior and Kaveh kept going above and beyond to make you happy.

ㅤOf course you appreciated his gifts and his love for you, he was trying so hard after all. But you didn't wish for anything that cost his mental health. You could very well see how tired he seemed every time you went to visit, before he quickly put on his usual smile for you.

ㅤTo see the way he was treated and the way his work would go underappreciated made you seethe in anger. It was like a stab in your own heart when you found him in the tavern drinking his tears away after a specially rough and long day.

ㅤOn one of these days, after he was sober once again, you sat by his side. You sat while Kaveh told you everything about his parents, about his mother that was now happy far away from him, and about his father, who had left too early.

ㅤAll you could tell him was "It must have been hard for you".

ㅤYou hugged him while he cried in your arms that day, staining your clothes with his tears, but you didn't mind it at all.

ㅤFor the first time in a while, instead of feeling sorry for him and pitying him, or telling him that at least his mother was still alive and that he should be more grateful, someone finally saw through his sweet smiles and gazed upon the abyss he felt in his chest.

ㅤYou knew that no words would ever be enough to fill that void completely, but at least you could be by his side while he did the same for you.

ㅤWith you he finally felt worthy of love and care. Kaveh had no need to prove himself worthy of your love. And now, instead of filling you with gifts and praise out of desperation to keep you by his side, he did those out of gratitude. That you stayed beside him.

ㅤHe knows it'll be hard, but he hopes to one day be able to show you that your care truly helped him change to something better. In your perpetual presence he felt stronger and more capable than ever.

ㅤAnd you would tell him constantly, "We are worthy of love not because of the things we are good at, but because we are precious living beings. Even if you don't reach the perfection that the world demands, your mere existence already has value and is worthy of love", and Kaveh felt like for the first time he could understand that.

ㅤKaveh knew you both had your differences. You, a writer, and he a painter. But you both compliment each other well, through the sights you wrote about and the stories he painted. In the way you looked at his paintings with amazement in your eyes and the way he read your stories with excitement.

ㅤAl Haitham too was more than tired to hear you both talk about each other's works, words filled with compliments. You were more alike than the two of you thought.

ㅤThe ephemerality of life that Kaveh learned as a child was a great lesson, and forgetting that was a mistake he would never make again, now he would always hold your hand and have confidence in this love, no matter how much time it takes away from his schedule or how much it hurts sometimes.

ㅤYou were the truth he found beyond the ephemerality, the North to the compass that points to the meaning of life. And he would never lose that again.

ㅤTighnari was the sweet kind of lover that whenever he can't attend something you both had planned together, he apologizes by sending you a bouquet of flowers he picked himself beforehand.

ㅤHe was also very keen on the fact that it takes two to put in work for a relationship to prosper. So the both of you would always have a special dinner night, with all your favorite snacks where the two of you could discuss anything that you felt was not working out, or that made you feel stressed over the week. Concerning the relationship or not, everything mattered and nothing would be considered ridiculous.

ㅤIt was something he himself had come up with one day, when you both were stressed and almost snapped at each other for something that he knew afterwards would feel so silly. Because he didn't want to lose you so easily like that, for something that could be solved with a conversation.

ㅤThat was the way he showed he truly cared.

ㅤAnd none of you were chasing for something when you found each other. It was simply like two pieces finally falling into place, like finding something that you didn't even know you had wanted all this time.

ㅤYou both were like two individual pieces that compliment each other very well, although you were already very much completed without each other. It was the kind of old love you thought only existed between old couples in theater pieces, the kind that had already been together for years.

ㅤLife was still a bit sweeter with him, and you wondered if it was okay the way things were. If it was common that your heart, instead of racing at the sight of him, calmed down. And instead of not being able to see anything but him, he was like the finishing bit to a beautiful canvas that made up the scenery.

ㅤHe wasn't the calm to the storm, but your lighthouse during it, the one that slowly guided you to a safe space until the storm passed on its own.

ㅤLoving calmly like that felt out of place, but also perfectly fitting. Tighnari encouraged you to be your best self just as much as you encouraged him to feel his best.

ㅤMost of all, it hadn't been love at first sight, like many hoped and expected, it was slow with the building of trust, it was peaceful, kind and patient. It was in the balance the two of you found together that love had blossomed.

ㅤFor Tighnari it felt that it was much of a cliché to say he loved how your smile was special and that you were you unique in the ordinary, and that he trusted you with his life. But as mundane as loving could be, he knew that finding you was like a cosmic event. One in a million, billion, trillion.

ㅤThe simplest of things that made love persevere, with no 'what-ifs' or pressure to be together, without thinking twice, no comparisons and not asking for anything in return. Just pure, unshakable conviction that this relationship was worth everything.

ㅤIt was much like that, in the quiet moments where all the two of you could hear was each other's breathing, that Tighnari loved you the deepest.

ㅤZhongli's love showed in the way he listened to everything you talked about like you were the only one in the entire world, and looked into your eyes like his soul was trying to communicate with yours, and in way the two of you danced together like it was your last day in this reality.

ㅤ It's by the little things Zhongli knows he'll love you. The warmth of the sun on your shared bed, your kindness to strangers, watching the leaves and the birds singing together, watching the peaceful waves on the dock, in the way your cheeks blush when he puts a flower behind your ear or the way you always point to random clouds that look like animals. Also the way you can never stop talking about your favorite book, and the days that are too good to be true and the nights you wish would last forever.

ㅤIt's just the little things that make his lonely heart realize that these things were always far more important than anything else. That your simple presence could say a thousand words in silence.

ㅤZhongli is the type of person that will whisper to you during the nights where you both spend awake, reading books together, that he loves you more than anything, that he loves you more than yesterday and that you are the starting point of his heart every morning. And you know that he means every single word he mutters to your skin like a promise.

ㅤThese promises he makes, about forever loving you, the vows he speaks about often, that he'll always respect all your wishes, and the contract you both signed on the day you got married to always be at each other's side, during not only the good and happy times but also the hard and sorrowful ones.

ㅤZhongli will always put you at the top of his list, no matter what. Your birthday, and every single other day of importance to both of you is engraved in his mind and he'll make time out of his schedule to be present on every single one of them.

ㅤWhen Hu Tao jokingly calls him a fool for you, his only reply is a quiet "Perhaps I am indeed a fool", while gently smiling. For you, it didn't matter.

ㅤLove had always seemed so ephemeral in his eyes, easily slipping out of his hands and heart. But it was on this fragility that he found eternity. Like an aurora that was quick to pass, but the beauty still lingered after it was gone.

ㅤZhongli knew with his everything, that even if the denouement of this story the two of you created arrived quicker than expected, he would never forget the euphoria he felt while being at your side and he would forever be grateful.

ㅤHe was yours until your last breath, and even after that a piece of his heart would always belong to you. He hopes that at the end of the labyrinth, he can hear the lullaby of your laughter again and be able to share another life together.

ㅤEven if the melancholy of loss overtook him once again, Zhongli knew that remembering your smile would forever clear the path.

ㅤAnd in the stars, he would be able to see your eyes once more.

ㅤKazuha is a traveler who cherishes the untamed embrace of the wind. His heart finding solace in the freedom of endless horizons. When he met you, whose spirit mirrored the wild dance of the breeze he was simply enamored.

ㅤThe poetry your existence brought to him, and the way your laughter seemed to echo like the breeze, and the way your eyes shone with such depth that he hadn't seen in any of his travels.

ㅤAt first Kazuha had hesitated to linger, the weight of attachment was a heavy one. Yet, with each shared sunset and whispered secrets, a subtle warmth grew within him, and he discovered a new kind of freedom in your presence.

ㅤAs seasons changed, so did his perspective. You became his anchor, a haven in the storm of uncertainties. He found joy not only in the gusts that tousled his hair but also in the quiet moments shared within the walls of a home. Though he had lost much along his journey, your love became a constant, a beacon of unwavering hope.

ㅤThrough tales of yesteryears and dreams woven together, Kazuha learned that love could be both liberating and grounding. In your eyes, he found a promise that transcended the ephemeral nature of his travels. With you by his side, he realized that the freedom he sought wasn't just in the vast landscapes but also in the intimate spaces where two hearts beat as one.

ㅤAnd each time Kazuha saw you from afar, waiting for him in the port, holding an umbrella. It was like he had finally found the purpose in his life. It was a feeling that made his chest warm up, and on his tongue stories and poetry about you were created.

ㅤEvery time he came back after an especially long journey, he showed you his notebook, filled with haikus about you. Words filled with wonder about his travels but with every sighting that reminded him of your smile and the way the winds called him back to you.

ㅤHe realized that everything he wanted was already within arms length and there was nothing else he could wish for.

ㅤKazuha would love you by the way you laid by his side on the grass, complaining about the dirt but still loving the sight of the stars. In the way you would softly sing to him in response to his whistling. And especially the way that you always encouraged him to go see the sights of the world, until there was nothing else to see anymore. Because you trusted him to always come back.

ㅤHe loved the way you giggled to his cheeky side and would entertain him, going along to whatever plan he had in his sleeve this time.

ㅤWhether you're wandering the world like him or not, know that he would go beyond the impossible to reach you, to be with you and to feel the warmth of your love.

ㅤAnd one day when he grows tired of his travels, know that he'll always go back to you, for one last time, and finally settle down with you, wherever you choose, and he'll never leave again. His presence will be unwavering, much like his love has always been.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ《☆》

- don't copy or plagiarize, all the content here belongs to me ♡

[b1mbodoll]

Can you write about roommate Kazuha?

pairings: nakamura kazuha x f! reader

warnings: noncon to dubcon + perv! zuha + masturbation + toys + cervix fucking + panty sniffing + pillow humping + gaslighting + oral + spit

roommate! kazuha is the sweetest girl ever! she loves taking care of you n constantly makes your bed or does ur laundry while you’re running errands. you think nothing of it, accepting her kind gestures n buying her lil gifts in return <3 what you don’t know is that kazuha takes the opportunity to play with her cunt on your bed n sniff your dirty panties ^^ has even humped your pillow n squirted at the thought of you catching her.

when you do catch her in the act it’s like she’s a woman possessed. ur sweet roomie is long gone and in her place is a sicko. “don’t act all innocent, yn. ‘s your fault, you’re a fucking tease and you know it.” her words send your mind spiraling, wondering if it really was your actions that caused her perverted behavior. she doesn’t even stop grinding her clit on your pillow, keeps goin’ until she cums with a cry of your name <3

after her first orgasm you think she’s just gonna leave you alone n head to her room but you’re so wrong. she does go to her room but returns moments later with a black box in her hands. “what’s that, zuha?” you gulp, praying your voice doesnt show the slight terror you’re feeling. “you’ll find out soon enough.” there’s a weird smile on her face and it makes your stomach drop. you know what’s coming and decide not to fight it, hoping that if you comply she’ll go easier on you.

kazuha opens the box and takes out one of her bigger dildos, it’s long and thick and so intimidating because how is that gonna fit? “open.” she says and slips the silicon cock between your lips making you choke on it, drool coating the entire thing and even leaking down her hand. your gags are music to her ears but she pulls the toy out of your mouth, pushing you on your back n making her way between your legs. “gonna fuck you so good, angel. promise i’ll make you cum.” the tip of the dildo is so girthy it makes you whine, pussy spasming around it as your roommate makes you take every inch.

kazuha sets a fast pace immediately. doesnt give you time to adjust to the stretch before fucking your pussy like her life depends on it. “you’re so wet, are you sure you didn’t want this?” a high pitched moans escapes you n you start second guessing your feelings because if it’s wrong why does it feel so good? why does kazuha have you creaming around a toy you’re certain she’s used on herself?

she slaps your clit with her free hand and it has you cumming instantly, hips lifting off the bed at the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you. “god, zuha! f-feels so fucking good, i love you,” your mind is completely empty n kazuha continues abusing your cunt with the dildo. the head hitting your cervix over n over is the last thing you remember feeling before passing out, body limp as she slips the toy past the opening of your womb. you’re unconscious n all you can do is take it but that doesn’t register in her head. the only thing she can focus on is how far she’s able to push the dildo inside n it makes her cum untouched <3

[zoropookie]

Would it spoil too much or... Is it ok for you to write a teensy-weensy bit of how smitten sm scara was with yn(or like their first kiss idk)

i’ll give you something that doesn’t show up in the story

“Hustle,” Kuni said, his hands hovering around his mouth to grab your attention. “We’re going to be late. It doesn’t take four minutes to put on shoes.”

“Sorry— just trying to…find Kazuha’s camera.” You struggled your words out, scavenging through the storage near the front door. “Oh man…there’s so much stuff in here.”

There was a school trip to Sumeru Akademiya paid for by the government — every student was already required to fill in an assignment that asks them what they want to consider studying. You wanted to organize an entire day of exploring a new nation, so the old reliable camera your brother used was best!

Except…you fail to find it. And Kazuha was already at work, so there weren't really any opportunities you could get to take pictures of cute dogs.

“That’s what happens when you don’t organize.” He deadpanned, bluntly jabbing his own polaroid camera into your side once he walked up. “This is my mom’s, if you want it. She wanted to give you a better birthday gift, so she gave me her leftovers. Don't find the appeal of keeping your stuff either, so here.”

You stopped to stare at the camera in his hands, eyes panning back and forth from him to the lilac object again. “Oh, no…I don’t think I should..”

“Take it.” He urged, shoving it in your hands which caused you to gasp, “She’ll let me have it if you don’t accept anything from her, she'll make it seem like I'm the one who didn't try giving it to you. Extremely irritating on the other side.”

“Really?” You frowned, “Do you want me to talk to her..?”

Kuni was about to open his lips to answer her eagerly, but his shoulders slumped at a newer resolution. “She’ll be who she wants to be. It’s not your problem, anyway.”

Marveling quietly at the camera, you turned it over in your hands and felt the cool and slick surface. The soft color was delicate and cute, a big difference to the chaos you left in your wake at the front door. Strewn around you were multiple boxes sitting out on the front door’s mat, but even with the mess, your brain wired solely on the gift.

You were closely thinking of the opportunities you’ll get while on the school trip to snap photos, smiling warmly all of a sudden at the fluttering you felt in your heart. “You keep saving my life,” You sighed in relief, looking Kuni in the eyes. “Thank you…”

He could only stare at you, as the wind blew against the both of you undistracting. His expression softened eventually, a tender smile spreading across his face. His eyes, usually sharp and intense, now vulnerable as he drank you in. “You did something different with your hair today.” He said softly.

You beamed. "You noticed?"

He reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear, leaning in a little to his gentle touch. “It's nice.” He spoke quieter.

You nodded slowly, feeling a small rush of affection hit your cheeks as you started feeling bashful enough to turn your head away. "Haha..."

"Kiss." Kuni stated, not leaving room for you to reply correctly.

"Huh...?" Your voice cracked.

“Kiss,” he repeated, his voice gentle yet firm. He leaned in closer, his eyes locking onto yours.

You felt your breath hitch, and slowly, you closed the distance between you, your lips meeting his in a soft kiss. It was a small peck at best, but you felt your heart in your throat at the sheer proximity of him. A beautiful sight to see, which made you all the more nervous.

Satisfied, he hummed, delighted. "Okay, let's go."

As he nudged you along, you stiffened while you hesitantly shut the door. "I'll have to apologize to Kazuha when he gets back...I didn't mean to make such a mess." You said, quickly following after your boyfriend.

"He'll get over it."

[myouicieloz]

Nightmares

Huh Yunjin x reader

Synopsis: your friend had told you to talk to someone whenever you had a nightmare, to keep it from coming true. But what happens when it’s the middle of the night and there’s only one specific person to listen to your thoughts?

Warnings: …nightmare description i guess? Nothing too deep though (at least I don’t think so). slight hint of smut maybe…?

Word count: 1.9k

Notes: this is not the first time I publish something, but it is the first time I’ve written something K-pop related, as I’m kind of new into this world and there are still many things I don’t quite know about (I’m working on it tho!). So please be kind and lmk if there are any mistakes or things you’d like me to alter or improve on. (also i didn’t check for any mistakes bc if i reread it I’ll just delete all of it so…)

Water.

It was the only thing you truly felt, lingering all over your skin as the molecules invaded your body without permission. They occupied every single inch of yourself, assaulting your nostrils until it got to your lungs and all you could feel was a sickening burn, slowing crippling through your organs, depriving you of any kind of relief. You tried breathing, but all you got was more water instead. Desperate, your hands found a cold, harsh wall that kept you from the outside world, and no matter how hard you tried pushing and beating onto it, it simply didn’t falter. It was only then you realized: you were trapped inside a frozen lake, without air or any shot of escaping. The glacial waters welcomed your soul as you closed your eyes, finally accepting the lost battle. With one last thought, you sighed, allowing the rest of the waters to finally rest in your lungs, so you could be in peace.

Suddenly, you woke up. The upper-half of your body rose from your bed as you took deep breaths, appreciating the simple act of inhaling and exhaling. It was a gift, you’ve come to the conclusion: sometimes we forget how lucky we are to be able to do the simplest things, such as breathing. Such as living.

Running your hands through your hair and your face, you noticed how drenched in sweat your body was —your pajamas were wet from it. However, you were too busy trying to calm yourself down to do anything about it. Your mind didn’t seem to know it was all a nightmare. Sure, it felt so real… but it wasn’t, so logically there was no reason for you to be so shaken, trembling hands, rapid heart-beating and all. A few minutes went by, and you were still in the same position, not getting any better, so you’ve decided to get some fresh water to cool your thoughts.

You sighed in defeat when you noticed you weren’t going back to sleep so soon, picking up your phone and pushing your covers aside. Careful as to not wake up your roommate, Kazuha, you’ve made your way through the dorm, jumping at the slightest noise.

Now, sitting on the kitchen isle with a glass of water in your hands, you suddenly remembered something your friend, Yeji, had told you long ago. With that in mind, you glanced at the fridge’s clock before sending her a message. 3:28 AM.

Yeji unnie <3

heyy

you up?

Ive j had a rlly awful dream

You sighed when the messages weren’t even delivered, even though it was to be expected; the girls were busy promoting their new song and probably had a busy schedule tomorrow. It was only natural for Yeji to be sleeping, as you should be too. You and the girls have performed on the first shows of the tour, and your schedule is also as busy as ever. However, here you were, sitting at the kitchen counter, hands still trembling and mind replaying the previous nightmare in your head.

“Hey. Is everything ok?” A voice coming from behind startled you, making you jump in your seat and almost fall to your side. Luckily, a pair of hands steadied you, lingering seconds longer to make sure you weren’t going to slip.

You knew who it was without even looking back; her touches were too unique, made you too hot to go unnoticed. Indeed, Yunjin presented herself to you, making her way into the kitchen as she stared in your eyes with worry etched in her face. You cleared your throat, adjusting your posture so you wouldn’t look as fragile as you felt in front of her, at least. You hated looking fragile in front of anyone, let alone… her.

Likewise, you and Yunjin were close, as you were with the rest of the girls. But with her, it was just the way she portrayed herself that got you completely enamored. You’ve lost count of the times the girls teased you for losing focus at rehearsals because of her dancing. The way she was constantly trying to be the kindest version of herself, her passion for music, her care for others... it was hard not to be completely captured by her, truly. Which is why you were always awkward around her, specially when it was just the two of you, alone.

Like now.

“Ahn, no, unnie.” You said automatically, making her raise her eyebrows at you. Clearing your throat, you corrected yourself. “Yes, I meant yes. Everything’s ok. Sorry.”

Obviously, she wasn’t convinced. You drank from your water, trying to calm yourself down, but stopped when her soft hands kept you from drinking all of it in one go.

“Calm down, Y/n. You’ll end up drowning this way.” Her words were meant to be playful, but they reminded you of your nightmare, and suddenly the kitchen felt cramped, and you were there again, with the water making pressure to invade your lungs and the ice barrier and-

“Hey,” Yunjin’s voice was soft as she got closer, reaching out for a hug. “All is good; just breathe with me.” You focused on her face, ever so delicate, following her commands. After a few minutes, you were feeling much calmer. “That’s a good girl.” She praised, as you face the ground in embarrassment.

Taking your hands off her, you muttered. “Thanks, unnie.”

The words got to you, much to your dismay, and you could feel your face growing hot by it. Yunjin noticed it too, chuckling slightly.

“Cute.”

You faced your hands, embarrassed by your turmoil, and the two of you stood in an awkward silence until the sighed, taking the seat beside you.

“So… does this have something to do with Yeji?” She asked, cutting the apple you didn’t see her getting for herself, a cautious tone leaving her lips.

You frowned at the question. Why would yunjin think about Yeji? Seeing your confusion, she tapped on your phone over the balcony, still unlocked at the conversation with your friend. “Sorry for lurking. It’s just… you seemed really frightened, and I couldn’t help but look.”

Your bandmate was embarrassed to be caught, too, and you couldn’t help but giggle. Still, you reached for your phone to lock it; you couldn’t have Yunjin reading the messages you had sent Yeji about her. “It’s okay, unnie. I know you didn’t mean any harm.”

She hummed in response, still eyeing you attentively.

“Do you want to talk about it?” She seems to ponder her words better, as she adds, “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. It’s just that you’ve seemed really shaken. You still do, actually.”

Your hands flicker the empty glass nervously, unsure of what to do. You didn’t want Yunjin to think of you as something fragile or weak. Being only a few months older than Kazuha, you always tried your best to not be labeled as a maknae to any of the older girls, always trying to take care of them too, as you knew they needed it. But she was looking at you with such caring eyes, and the whole thing had just felt so real. You sighed in defeat, not quite looking at her face.

“It’s stupid, really. Just a stupid nightmare.” You toyed with your phone, doing anything to not stare at the older girl beside you. “About Yeji-unnie... she’d told me once we have to tell someone about your nightmares, to prevent them from coming true. That’s why I messaged her, but she’s sleeping, for sure.”

Now that the words left your mouth, you felt even sillier. And stupid.

“Well, want to tell me what the nightmare was about?” She asked just as quietly, a faint smile adorning her face. “We can’t have it come true, right?”

She wouldn’t judge you. Never judge you.

Your eyes finally met hers, and you got to look into the beauty that was her almond orbs. You took a deep breath, getting ready to live those moments again. Yunjin listened attentively as you talked, leaning on her hand to have her full attention on you. When you finished, you felt surprisingly lighter, no longer trembling or wanting to cry.

“It’s not stupid.” She said, after you were done talking. Her nose was adorably scrunched, and it made you want to kiss it. Yunjin touched your arms, offering you some comfort. “It sounded really traumatic, actually. I’m glad it was just a nightmare.”

You nodded, secretly relieved yourself, too.

A small breeze went through the room, making you shiver a little, even though you tried your best to suppress it. Yunjin noticed your reaction, and her gaze dropped to your pajamas. You cursed yourself for choosing such a small pair for the night. The fabric was still a little damp, and it partially clung to your chest. You weren’t even wearing any panties, because you’d never bothered to sleep with them on anyway, but you were suddenly hyper aware of it. As she scanned you whole and her eyes darkened, you couldn’t help but wonder if she’d ever thought about it too. Of you.

You’ve certainly had thought about her. An embarrassingly amount of times.

“You’ll catch a cold this way, Y/n. It’s cold outside.” Her voice made you feel as as if your body was filled with tiny needles, along with the familiar butterflies in your stomach.

“It bothers me to sleep with too many clothes, unnie. You know it.” You said, not intending to suggest anything, but biting your lips when the words came out of your mouth. It was another habit the girls always teased you for: you’ve often said things with double sense without thinking. Yunjin merely arched her eyebrows, smirking like she knew something.

“I know.”

You got up, forcing yourself to smile at her despite the awkwardness.

“I, ahn, I should go to bed now, we need to sleep. You should too, unnie, we have a busy day tomorrow and I’d hate to see you tired.” Your words brought her attention back, and she returned your smile with her beautiful one, getting up herself.

“Sure, sure, you’re right. Sleep well, Y/n. I hope you have good dreams, this time.” She looked like she wanted to step in and say something else, but decided otherwise.

“I will, unnie.” You’d surely remember how she had comforted you, and there simply wasn’t a possibility to have any nightmares after that.

You two walked the short hallway side by side, and since your room was first, you stepped by the door to bid her goodnight again. She was too close, and it made you weary of how you could see her so clearly, and even kiss you if you wanted to. If only you had the courage. “Thanks again, by the way. For listening and... well, for helping me calm down.”

“It’s nothing, Y/n. Remember I’m just down the hall if you need me, okay?” She was the one who broke the invisible barrier between you, shuffling your hair. She was close, too close as she whispered to you. “Sweet dreams.”

And as she left, you hoped she couldn’t hear how loud your heart was beating.

You got back to bed, but no matter how much you tossed and turned, you couldn’t stop replaying the events of earlier in your had. It was so natural, how her presence made everything lighter. Your head was so cluttered with your thoughts you barely registered the weight on your mattress, only realizing you had an extra visitor when she whispered.

“...Y/n?”

[burnedwriter]

What type of lovers they are pt1.

A/n:i will be taking a small break and creating pt 2 so stay tuned!,i will step away from tumblr bc these last 2 days have been rough 2 of my posts have been community labelled,its only the dottore ones which makes me think that there is a hater out there that is reporting me,plz if you dont like my posts just scroll its not that hard

Warnings:smut,gentle s*x(kazuha),petnames(kazuha,kaeya),semipublic(kaeya),cockwarming(kaeya)breeding(childe),rough s*x(childe),breeding king,!afab reader

A,/n:im not responsible for what people read

🍁Kazuha

🍁kazuha is a romantic lover.He would write poems for you when he leaves for his travels,so you wont miss his presence while hes away.

🍁he will bring you small gifts and flowers from the places he has visited back home to you.

🍁if you really want to join him to his travels,though hesitant at first since hes concerned for your safety but he will accept you to join him.He cant say no when you look at him with those puppy eyes plus you wanted your life to become interesting than the boring one you are living right now.

nsfw

🍁hes really gentle with you showering you with kisses as hes exploring every inch of your body.He has memoriesed what you like and hat you dont during your time and knows exactly what to do to make you weak for him.

🍁he uses you as his muse and has wrote many poems about you,he will read them when he is alone so he can never forget your beauty.

🍁hes really gentle with you and will not be rough until you tell him to even then he would ask you if you are alright or need him to stop

🍁outdoors sex is very common for the both of you,you would usually go to picknicks far away from civilazation,and one thing always leads to another and now hes on top of you.

‘‘zuzu’‘you moaned as kazuha rolled his hips in a lazy pace

‘‘you are doing amazing my muse,let me hear your voice’‘kazuha praised you,continuing his slow pace

it was true this place was far away from any city in inazuma,you didnt have to wory about your moans being too loud because now it was only you and him

‘‘please zuzu,can you go faster~’‘you whined getting impatient from his gentle pace

‘‘anything for you my muse’‘

❄Kaeya

❄Due to his work being the calvary captain,hes constantly busy but that doesnt mean he doesnt invite you to his office and keep him company while hes doing his paper work

❄he will set up dates to make up for it though it would usually be at the tavern,both of you will drink and have fun

❄he has opened up about his childhood,talking about the big fight between him and diluc and how it affected him both physicly and mentally over the years.You are the only one that has seen whats under the eyepatch and what his eye looks like from that day

nsfw

❄he loves teasing you all the time,whispering dirty things in your ear before leaving for work,making you wanting more.He loves seeing you desperate for him to touch you.

❄Quickies are very common between the 2 of you,as i said before hes a very busy person due to his work,but he will try to make time so you can both take your time and enjoy it

❄he loves fucking you in his office.The feeling of getting caught turns him on.

‘‘kaeya we are going to get caught’‘you whispered

his hand on your hips keeping you from squarming on his lap as he continued his conversation with jean like you werent sitting on his cock,you tried your best not to loose your mind,wanting to move your hips to get some friction.

‘‘are you ok?’‘Jean asked concerned as she saw your face  turn red as a tomato.

‘‘yeah im fine,dont worry about me Jean’‘you replied cearing your throat trying not to look suspicious

‘‘are you sure  sweetheart?~’‘he teased you,a small smirk started to appear at the corner of his mouth.

You bit your buttom lip trying to capture any monas that might escape from your lips as kaeya tried to readjust his position,his cock brushing off of your sweetspot.

‘‘wont bother you anymore,please take some rest’‘Jean said to you before getting up from her seat and walked towards the door,leaving the room.

Waiting for her to be far away from kaeya’s office,as you finally got to move,you started moving up and down his cock.Kaeya leaned back and spread his legs, you were able to use them to balance yourself

‘‘ang~,you are an impatient little thing arent you’‘‘he groan as you continued to bounce up and down chasing your orgasm.

‘‘fuck~kaeya~’‘you let out a low moan trying not to attact any attention from the guards

‘‘you are doing amazing sweetheart,let me help you a bit’‘he said holding your hips firmly fastening up your pace.

‘‘im close~’‘

With one last bounce,you felt your walls squeezed his cock practicly milking him as you finally achieved your long awaited climax.

🐋tartaglia/childe

🐋ajax is  a loyal lover

🐋he has discussed with you from the start that he wants to start a big family just like his and he would spoil them with his harbinger money 100%

🐋He doesnt want you to get involved with his work,since he doesnt want you to get hurt or even worst...get killed he cares so much about you it would absoloutly break him if something ever happened to you and wont stop blaming himself about not being able to protect you.

🐋Just like kazuha he brings you gift from the places he travels but th difference is that its expensive or exclusive jewelry he would find in nations

nsfw

🐋When it comes to fucking you,hes rough.This man thinks the bedroom is also a battlefield.Prepare to wake up the next morning with bruses and hickeys all over your body.

🐋Speaking of hickeys he will leave them to places that are visible such as your neck and/or collarbone to show who you belong to.He would also leave some hickeys in places only he can see like your inner things and chest.

🐋This man has a breeding kink,you cant tell me he doesnt.He want you to start a family together afterall and he will make sure to fill you up to the brim.

‘‘fuck your cunt is milking my cock’‘he groaned loudly as he fucked you mercilesly

your legs pressed at the either sides of your head as you laid back on his chest,with this position he was able to reach deeper than the previous ones.

‘‘Ah~Ajax~’‘you whimpered throwing your head back on his shoulder

‘‘fuck im close, i w-want you to take to take every ast bit of my cum ~’‘he breathed out not stopping his brutal pace.

‘‘Ah~,YES YES!’‘you screamed,holding onto the bedsheets for dear life as you feel your eyes rolling at the back of your head.Both of you reaching your climax,you could feel his seed insideyou filling you up

‘‘i wont pull out until i know you are full’‘

[fairykazu]

genshin impact characters as what my friends got presents they got me ft. kazuha, wanderer and tighnari ✧*｡

KAZUHA KAEDEHARA: a card-turned into poster with a pot of faux flowers

he tried his best not to overdo it, but he couldn't help himself. believing that you deserve the best, the letter sized poem card turned into a poster card. the letter itself was very sweet since he wrote a small poem and a paragraph or... paragraphs of appreciating the friendship you guys had developed throughout the years. not only that, but as well as making it a scrapbook themed. he bashfully gave you rainbow roses from fontaine too. given the meaning of rainbow roses, passion and romantic encounters. although the flowers weren't real, his reasoning was so it won't wither like his love for you.

the silver haired male handed you pink flowers with a rainbow glint. you accepted them but when you touched them, there was a plasticy feel to the petals. unlike real flowers whereas it would be soft to the touch. as if kazuha read your mind, he replied, "the flowers are faux but only because when i traveled to fontaine, i realized then, how much a pain is to keep a rainbow rose alive. however, i met a witch in sumeru and enchanted the rose to be able to live forever." his gaze softened, "so my love for you would be represented with a flower that can live forever to symbolize our romantic encounters."

WANDERER: a character that you have been raving about for a year and a few months and they got you a plush for

he always acts as if he doesn't care about you even though both of you know it's a lie, he tells his ego. whenever you say you like an item, it always somehow on your bed, wrapped in teal. if you dare to ask him where it came from, he will say it's insane it was from him. unless you say, it was from someone else. then he would admit it was from him.

"wanderer, where did this come?" you asked, holding another teal wrapped gift you got recently. "i don't know. why?" he replied swiftly. "i'm just wondering. i feel bad for them getting me these gifts when i didn't ask." "maybe they think you deserve it." "who would give it to me though? ...you?" he winced, "archons no! i'll never spend my mora on you." you huffed. "then was it tighnari or childe."

the character you were fond of were arananas. not like you knew they were real, but you always adored them. it was like you had met them before. you described one to wanderer once. it was small, looked like a cabbage and tinted with greenish yellow. it looked like wanderer wasn't listening. however, it was very much the opposite, and he was jotting ideas down to get for your birthday. when you did recieve the gift, you were bawling your eyes out of pure joy. wanderer pretended to act that you were being annoying but in fact, he was just as happy as you were when he saw how happy you were.

[saeskiss]

𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄

kazuha x fem!reader. 1.9k wc. 5/6/23. part 1! part 3!

you’re drunk, and you’re ready to make stupid mistakes, and kazuha thinks you’re even irresistible than you usually are.  

✧ make-out sesh, suggestive, childhood friends to lovers, mutual pining, kazuha brings you as his plus one to his mom’s second wedding, alcohol consumption, mentions of groping. (not kazuha doing it). based on taylor swift’s song “dress”. ooc kazuha (maybe???) 

“kazuuuuuuuuuhaaaa.” his name comes out as a slur, the familiar feeling of domesticity fills up kazuha’s heart, and as much as he doesn’t want to admit it, he enjoys this side of you that you’re sharing with him.

sure, you’ve been drunk before and especially in kazuha’s presence but this time it was different. 

much more different from the other three big instances that you were drunk in front of him. 

the first instance was when you guys had first started university together and you were so happy that you guys had both gotten accepted into the same university, (you had silently prayed to the moon every night hoping that the universe would be on your side) and it did end up being on your side. you had gotten a little too excited and rushed to kazuha’s house carrying some of your mom’s wine to celebrate another couple of years with him hoping that you guys could tell each other about the feelings you guys had shared with each other for the longest time. 

and soon you and kazuha discovered that your alcohol tolerance wasn’t high. at all. 

this was a big problem for him. especially when you turned the legal age to properly and actually drink. 

you weren’t such a big fan of parties and kazuha knew this. you didn’t like loud noises and crowded rooms because they were absolutely suffocating. and trying to scare off strangers that were trying to grope you wasn’t exactly your most favorite thing. but this wouldn’t completely stop you from going out and having a little fun with your other friends. (yes, you have other friends besides kazuha, surprise surprise.) 

and this especially wasn’t going to stop beidou from dragging you to go attend ningguang’s parties that she would throw every now and then. (the second biggest and most common occurrence) this doesn’t happen commonly but when it does it brings misfortune for the white-haired male. these situations always ended up with you extremely drunk (you frequently participated in beidou’s drinking competitions even though you guys were both lightweights) (how chaotic and idiotic for the both of you) and keqing giving kazuha a call for him to come and bring you back to his house so that you could sober up. although what did happen was that kazuha would bring you back dead asleep and you would wake up in the morning with a huge headache and both you and kazuha would call in sick for your classes and you would stay snuggled up on his couch catching up on your favorite tv shows while he goes the store to buy you some painkillers. 

the third and his favorite drunk instance with you was when you had seen kazuha with a girl you had never seen him with before and usually, you would’ve taken this as kazuha being a friendly person because he was, much more friendly than you were that’s for sure but this time it was different. or maybe it wasn’t. 

you don’t know what it was in you but something in your heart burned more than the chugging of tequila. you went home and dropped beidou a call and opened your alcohol cabinet (many of the bottles were gifts from ningguang or your parents or kazuha’s parents) and you had downed a whole bottle in the span of two minutes, the sound of your cries could probably be heard by the whole floor, hell maybe the whole apartment. when beidou had arrived she was in shock to see the bad state you were in. after a rough twenty minutes beidou realized that she really couldn’t deal with someone who was drunk when she had an important exam so her last and only resort was to call the only person that you’ve ever really had feelings for. and she knew that kazuha would be able to take of you better than anyone else, but she wasn’t going to mention it because she was afraid the tears would turn into a full-on sob session. 

kazuha shows up at your door with the same reaction as beidou because a couple of hours ago you guys were planning to meet up at a coffee shop to study together even though you guys were majoring in two different subjects, you guys thought the presence of each other would be comforting but then you had canceled on him to study with beidou? he really didn’t understand.

if the white-haired male was going to be really honest, he was kind of frustrated. not at you, but more of himself. it wasn’t a date or anything so he had no right to be upset but here he was. upset that you had canceled plans with him to hang out with someone else. and to be honest, he could’ve drank with you. he doesn’t know why you chose beidou.

but let’s just say that this story ends with a heated make-out session on your island stools in your kitchen and you having a huge hangover the next day not remembering anything that had happened yesterday which had kazuha defeated, desperate for another try. because c’mon, you stole his first kiss and his first make-out session all in one night.  

but that’s enough stories about the past times you had been under the influence. 

back to the current situation that kazuha was worrying about: you getting tipsy over two measly shots that his mother had offered during the dinner that only gave effect after a good 10 minutes and here you were in your hotel room that his mom had booked for the two of you. it was pretty obvious she knew what was going on. and maybe this was all apart of her plan. 

“y/n.” he deadpans, staring at you who has been sitting on the ground next to the bed for the last ten minutes with your head rested onto the bed. “get up from the ground.” he lowers himself to be on the same level as you.

“nooooo. i don’t want to go.” you cross your arms, with a scowl on your face, hearing a sigh from the white-haired male.

a moment of silence passes by before he sighs again, “i’m tired.” your grin starts to turn into a frown.

“come on. get onto the bed. or i’ll carry you bridal style onto the bed.” he says, grabbing one of your arms attempting to get you laying on the bed so he could get a glass of water for you so you could start to sober up.

you squeal as he picks you up from your spot on the ground and carries you onto the bed tickling you making you giggle. 

you get up from your laying position on the bed which makes kazuha groan with his failed attempt to try and get water to sober you up while you lie in bed patiently waiting for him to come back. which was quite literally impossible with you being under the influence. 

“kazuha.” you get serious this time and he stops his whining and complaining to face you and have an intoxicated conversation with you with just you as the one intoxicated and him not so much. 

“what is it y/n?” and the sweet sound of your name makes your heart beat faster and it makes you riskier. it makes you want to do things to kazuha that you wouldn’t normally do if it wasn’t for your inebriation. 

you come closer to his face and your guys’ eyes meet. kazuha tries to stay focus and tries to calm his heart down as much as he can so you can’t hear it because its embarrassing having this big of a schoolgirl crush on someone he’s known since he was in diapers. 

and it’s especially embarrassing on how much anticipation he has in this very moment; you’re unpredictable. and god he wishes he knew what was going on in your head right now because he can’t stop himself from thinking about things that would never happen in a million years. 

“you’re so pretty you know that?” you cup his face waiting for his response but all you’re met with is a flushed face and a frustrated sigh from kazuha.

he doesn’t know much longer he can hold it all in. 

hold in the urge from wanting to kiss you all over again, because god seeing you in that pretty tight white dress is making him go insane. he says a simple, “thank you.” in response. 

“can i kiss you?” you ask him and he doesn’t know what to say because he shouldn’t say no, and he knows he should say no, but he would do absolutely anything to kiss you one more time. but this wasn’t right. 

this was the second time that he would be doing this. taking advantage of you while you were drunk. 

but your scent was so addicting and he couldn’t get enough of it and he was yearning for the touch of your soft lips against his so he nods reluctantly.  

and he knows it’s wrong, and he knows he’ll apologize in the morning this time and confront the fact that he made a mistake doing this with you. 

but as soon as your lips crash, he never wants the sweet taste of peppermint from your chapstick mixed with the raging taste of alcohol to leave his mouth and he starts to not regret the decision he made so much. your lips were so insanely soft against his, your movements are slow yet so intense making kazuha yearn for more. he wanted more. he took a breath of your enthralling scent, your perfume was mixed with strawberries and mint. it was addicting and it sent his head spinning, butterflies emerging in his stomach as you smile into his kiss. you start to move slowly on his lap, his hands traveling down to your thighs. you to let out a whimper at the sudden gesture and that was more than enough for him to get a wake up call and realize what he was doing wrong. 

he pulls away, lips swollen and rough breaths are the only sound being heard in the room for a couple of seconds.

“i can’t. i’m sorry. i’m taking advantage of you and it’s wrong.” he stops with you still sitting on his lap your hands drop to your side.

you frown. “i’m sorry. we can do this when you’re sober. i promise.” he gently caresses your cheek, coming close to your face, his lips lightly touching your forehead.

“okay.” you finally give in and respond, “but can you do me one more thing?” he groans once more, at this point he’s afraid of your requests because if you plead him to do anything he will oblige and you have so much power over him and he is frightened by how much power you have over him. 

“one more kiss? please?” 

oh, kill kazuha right now. you just pleaded and there was no way he was going to decline. 

“mkay.” he uses both of his hands to grip your waist as your lips meet, the exciting sensation rushing through his body and making kazuha’s head spin, wanting more, but he pulls away because he’s well aware of how many boundaries he’s overstepped today. 

“is that it?” you nod, your eyes meet again and the white-haired male is about to explode with how much tension was in the room now and he knew he had to do something to stop himself from doing anything more stupid.

“come on. let’s get you in bed and let me grab you a glass of water.” 

©saeskiss 2023

[mayullla]

Title: They are scared.

Character(s): Multiple characters mentioned (Genshin Impact)

Summary: Genshin haunted doll au; Your father's friend decided to give you a dollhouse that once belonged to his daughter who didn't need it anymore. It was cute really, how much you adored your dolls, playing house in the doll house yet your parents could not but only watch in concern.

Warnings/tags: Father and mother/parents pov, female reader, child reader, tw!horror, obsession themes, dark themes, little blood, your parents are anxious and worried.

Haunted doll au masterlist

It was that one time when your father’s friend decided that he should give you the doll house. Cleaning his garage he saw an old house that once belonged to his daughter. It was a big house around the size of a one-person couch that he custom-made for his daughter back then.

His daughter absolutely loved that dollhouse. Always excited to play with it after school playing princess and tea, singing competitions and more. She treasured that doll house...

Well till she started screaming, begging her parents late at night to get that house away from her. Tears were in her eyes as she cried and cried. She didn't stop crying till he had to take the house to the garage. His little daughter stopped crying after that, her eyes red and raw from the constant rubbing but she never went to the garage where she knew the doll house was. Even after she has become an adult she never took a step toward that room.

“My little girl also used to love dolls, had a collection of them and asked me to get her a costume doll house made on her birthday.” He told your dad, about the house planning finally get rid of it. Your dad had a contemplated look thinking about you and how you treasure your dolls.

“It seems that she grew out of that phase and while we were able to sell most of the dolls or give them away.” your dad's friend continued, “Nobody really wanted that house, and it was left rotting in the garage. So I am asking if your daughter wants the toy house."

"So how about it?"

The glee on your face was so obvious when you saw the doll house your father was carrying. Your mother was shocked when she saw it clearly not told beforehand about it but what she could when you refuse to have it returned and cling to the dust thing.

You played with the doll house often and while your mother wasn't really happy but instead of nagging your dad for bringing such a dirty thing, she helped you clean the house. Your father was satisfied that you were happy as you talked to your dolls that now they have a home too.

Your parents watched you show the house to your dolls acting as if you were a seller trying to show off just how amazing this toy house was. Your parents chuckled at your enthusiasm.

If they have known. If only they have known... they would have not accepted this horrid thing into the house. Would rather burn the whole house along with the other dolls just to keep you safe.

But they didn't know, instead... they just smiled.

They didn't know that when you told them that your dolls can finally talk and that those were not dreams or something of the imagination but something so real. Something craving for their little daughter's soul.

How you describe each doll's personality and quirks were too detailed... too much for a child to make up on the fly. Sometimes they thought that maybe you could become a writer, when you spoke about the poems that your doll Kazuha had gifted to you thinking they were your own thoughts when it was not.

But then... how you started to know more about things they didn't know.

Did you learn this all from kid cartoons? Or did you have a friend who was interested in small random facts and dumped it all on you.

Their smiles slowly started to strain a bit when they watch you talk more and more about these imaginary friendships you made with the dolls.

When your mother was supposed to teach you math, like addition and subtraction and timetables you told her that you already knew and studied with the help of dolls. Were you just trying to run away or were you serious...?

She wasn't sure what to think when she saw that in fact, you knew what you were doing already. The answers are all circled as corrected when she gave you a little exam.

Your father was surprised when he took you to the cookies aisle at the marker telling you to pick something you would dully tell him that nothing was yummy compared to the food that your dolls made. Your father chalked it up to your imagination being so bright that you could even taste flavors in them.

He didn't understand a child's mind too well. It has been too long after all. You still grabbed some sweets telling him that you want to share something with them again much to your father's confusion....

Then again kids were hard to understand...

You tend to get lost often yet somehow when you have a certain doll if they were not mistaken called Kazuha. You would always find them soon after, surprising them by calling them from behind. In markets and malls, you would call out to them from behind as they were desperately searching for you when you suddenly disappeared.

You were too quiet, how you stared at your parents was too eerie... creepy...

All kids do that... naughty kids and if not that curious ones. Everyone dismissed your parent's worry when they tried to open up to them telling them it was just kids being kids. You know how creative kids can get?

It should be fine, right? After all, when they look at your smiling face full of happiness and you played in the dollhouse with your dolls they could not see anything wrong with it.

They choose to ignore it when they tried to reach you only to touch the wind as their hand passed through you yet the next time, panic they tried you again this time able to. They choose to be ignorant to the fact that you sometimes feel like frost when they touch you.

How many times your mother got small cuts from something sharp on the doll house cutting her fingers when she tried to clean it. Hostile, the eyes of the dolls were when you were at school, your dad rubbed his eyes to get a proper look only see... nothing.

Normal...

They wish they didn't see anything, didn't notice anything, that they were a normal family. Yet sometimes your mother would softly cry in your parent's bedroom away from your eyes or how your father sometimes was more prone to anger because he was too stressed.

They are scared.

[strxnged]

KAZUHA: 🍁 wind on the calmest eve.

epilogue to lightning on the sunniest day, in which you are beckoned away from your comfortable inheritence of the endo clan by a beautiful stranger to voyage across the sea. please consider reading lotsd, allegedly one of my best works so far.

word count. 2k. genre. lovers to friends (lol)

overview. chances bring you to a hearty reunion with the alcor's crew, and later, kazuha himself.

warnings. angst, implications of alcohol (not consumed by you or kazu), me projecting onto... "you"

Things would never be the same for you.

It had been three years and four moons since you last saw Kazuha Kaedehara at your bedside in that house-of-a-friend in Liyue harbour. It had been a renewed lifetime since you met him in your home village, since he had “suggested you come along” onto Captain Beidou’s ship. That village was no longer your home now. Your home had become wherever the wind of Liyue led you, furnished with curiosity and courage.

Your faithful satchel, a gift at Kazuha’s unexpected parting from you, had seen better days. The metal clutch was dulled from its original shine and the boar leather was cracked and worn. There was a hole in one side through which you had lost a few knick-knacks before you became aware of it. This hole had been patched many times but by now you had accepted that there were no items you needed to keep in your satchel but bread for the day and your diary, in which you tried to maintain records and sketches of your journeys. No, all you needed with you was your blade, your meals, and a certain crimson maple leaf which had curiously remained unfaded in vitality and colour. Yes, it was still much the same hue as his eyes, which had not faded from your memory either.

You weren’t sure what had beckoned you to return from the peaks of Minlin and journey to the sea of clouds to spend some time in the harbour. It may have been the elation of the view over Liyue and nations beyond. Perhaps it was the almost-forgotten taste of Zhongyuan Chop Suey. Or the smell of the sea. Regardless, you were determined to follow the wind south.

It was only as you strolled yourself down the roads of the harbour, your nose catching the olfactory wonders of Wanmin restaurant’s specialties, that you heard something you did not expect. Beidou’s laughter was nearby—an unforgettable but welcoming sound, like a bell on a tavern door.

You must find her. You had not had the chance to bid her farewell all those years ago. Though you did not hold any grudge for the Alcor’s quick departure that day, you had wished from time to time that you had known it would be the last meeting for three years.

You were glad that it was not the final time you should see her, with her before you now. And she seemed to feel the same. As you rounded the corner to discover that her and the rest of the crew were congregated at the tables outside the restaurant, her eye lit up as a scarlet lamp. She stood and ran to you, crushing your ribs in a quick hug.

“Endo! By the archons, it’s you!” 

Not long after that, you were sat at a table with the Captain on your right and the First Mate on your left, and served spicy Jueyun Chili Chicken on a plate fuller than your stomach could ever handle. It did not take long for Beidou to update you on all her crew’s voyages—as well as the politics in Inazuma, which you’d already heard tidbits of from other travellers—as well as the romantic affiliations between herself and a woman from the Qixing, between several crew members, and between Juza and a fish. 

“Wait, a fish?” you couldn’t help but ask, raising an eyebrow at him.

Juza lowered his eyes to his mug, downing a gulp and saying nothing in his own defense.

You had meant to ask where Kazuha might be, but you decided that maybe he was off somewhere alone. You could remember back to the voyage you took together, and how often during the social instances he would withdraw and look out on the sea by himself. He’d been mourning his friend at the time, of course, but it wasn’t unlikely that he was also just that type of person.

And so you were caught slightly off guard when Beidou said, “By the way, Kazuha’s at the usual spot. He told me to let you know if we happened to see you.”

“The usual spot?”

The strange thing to you was that there was no usual spot for yourself, much less for the two of you. If he was in Liyue Harbour, there would be nowhere he’d been with you more than once in the past. And besides, the chances you would remember such a spot were low after all this time.

Beidou shrugged. “I thought you’d know what that meant, ‘cause I sure don’t. He says it every time we’re here.”

“Is there a usual spot you guys come to when you’re in the harbour?”

The Captain shook her head. “I really don’t know. Other than the restaurant, I couldn’t tell you.”

You sat with it for a few minutes as you engaged with others in the crew, who received you with drunken excitement. Soon, the chatter was drowned out by your own thoughts.

How long had he been waiting for you? Where was this spot? Why did he want to see you?

You had developed somewhat of an idea, but it seemed so personally contrived that you weren’t sure whether to trust it. You were always on the move, so there was no usual spot. There was just you, the road, and the unknown.

—🍁

The road north of the harbour had always been a favourite of yours over the last few years. Every journey that led in and out of the city had had such meaning to your travels, and along with that, it boasted a stunning view. At daytime you would see the busy ports and businesses on the waterfront bustling with activity, but now at night a look over your shoulder offered a serene picture of lights reflecting on the Sea of Clouds.

You weren’t really sure where you were going (a feeling you knew and mostly liked), but something was telling you it was the right way. Something in the post-dusk breeze; perhaps it was the same something that lead you to the harbour in the first place.

Someone stood overlooking the city, and you knew who it was immediately. You opened your mouth to make your presence known, but you did not have to. The figure who was Kazuha Kaedehara turned at that moment, smiled, and ran towards you for a long overdue hug.

“It’s you,” he said, “finally.”

You couldn’t do anything but nod and grin at him.

“How did you know where to find me?”

“I—well, Beidou told me you’d be at the usual spot.”

He laughed. The sound of it made your chest hurt. “I didn’t expect that to work,” he admitted.

“It wasn’t much to work with. I’m not sure, Kazuha, but I think the wind was more telling.”

“Yes, the wind has changed recently,” he spoke wistfully in the way that only Kazuha could. In the way that awoke your pulse and attention in the same way it had all that time ago. And suddenly you felt like your old self, captivated by his charm, wistfulness, and challenge—yes, his challenge for you to change everything to be with him.

You could not tell whether he wanted you to be with him. But now you realized that you did not want to be with him forever. Only in this moment would his presence suit you, and it did so magnificently.

“It has,” you agreed, “in a way I may not have predicted all those years ago.”

He responded with silence, and a knowing look.

You felt yourself grow lost in his eyes for a few moments before you recovered your senses. You inquired after all the time between you. “Kazuha—Kazuha, my dear friend—please tell me how you are faring. Have you avenged your friend? Have you seen the edges of the earth?”

The two of you talked for a few hours as the night went on. The air was cool and the stars were striking as you finally reached silence. Your voice had been slightly hoarse, before, from the time spent with the Crux’s crew—and now it was nearly gone, from more narration and laughter. You sat together in the grass, both gazing at the sea in the harbour and both knowing, though it was unspoken, that you would part again very soon.

Someday maybe you would again need a “funny old voyage with Kazuha,” as you’d once said to him. But you were sure that it would not be soon.

He had once been all you wanted. He had been the object of your first pursuit. But now, it was the life which had succeeded him. Your love for him had grown into something that was no longer of him but of life itself. And in this life which he had given you, there was no room for his companionship. Not yet—perhaps not ever.

You might never again see the pools of maple red that were his eyes. You might never again hear his voice of timbrous breeze. But you would carry the eternally scarlet leaf; you would patch the satchel as many times as it would allow, and you would know the unending enervation of adventuring the valleys and mountains ahead.

You had once thought yourself to be in love with him, and though you could not forget the rush of importance he bestowed upon your heart, you knew now that you were more enamoured with the curiosity that he had given you. 

Someday, when your heart again ached for routine—well, he wouldn’t be waiting for you. Things would never be the same for you and him, and that was the greatest gift of all.

thank you for reading! reblogs are (quite) appreciated.

🍁LIGHTNING ON THE SUNNIEST DAY

➳ GENSHIN MASTERLIST

[bluexiao]

Please, I beg you, gift us with some Cyno fluff headcanons where he comforts reader after finding them crying

–angst, comfort, fluff, slight protectiveness 

and bc i had a slight meltdown yesterday....

CYNO

He’s absolutely frantic whenever he sees you cry. 

The first time he did find you crying, however, he was frozen in place for several seconds after realizing that you were crying by yourself and he was debating whether it was right for him to burst in or not. Soon entering once the thought that you might’ve been harmed came to mind, now convinced that this must be because of a physical injury. 

But it’s not. It seems. 

When he does realize this, you had already seen him–which had taken you by a surprise. 

“C-Cyno? What…” he watches with crunched brows as you hurriedly wipe your tears away, frowning deeply upon the mere sight alone, “What are you doing here? I… I thought you’re… you’re busy?” 

He’ll be very guilty. Even if it clearly wasn’t his fault, he’ll feel a tug in his chest that makes him feel so–it was his fault for not being here by your side, for not noticing the tell-tale signs before your meltdown. 

But he doesn’t say sorry. Because right now, all he feels is rage. 

Who in the world did this to you? 

Even if your problem was mostly self-related, he’d be more inclined over the fact that someone else triggered it–if it was, he’d definitely take note of that name and… well, he’ll remember it if it ever comes up again or if they appear right in front of him. They shall be held responsible the moment you shed your tears for them. He’ll definitely look into them and if he could and they disobey/ed the law, he shall make sure they will be severely and rightfully punished. 

He’s not exactly the best at comforting someone… but his very first thought would be to crack a joke, And so he does. 

“What is 78% nitrogen, 21% oxygen, and 1% other gas that can pierce you?” 

You looked at him with a hint of confusion and sadness still lingering in your eyes, “W-what?” 

He mistook your question. Or he just accepted it on his own, “Atmosphere.” 

It took you a while to brush off the confusion in you, but it was not too long when you heaved out a scoff and weak chuckle, smiling ever so lightly, blinking with tears still staining your lashes and cheeks.

Despite deeming his joke successful, he lets out a nervous laugh and a “Was it… not funny? How about-” only to halt when you shook your head silently, shuffling only to wrap your hands his way, making him lean further into you, letting himself sit fully on the ground, right beside you. 

“Are.. are you feeling unwell?” Of course, you are, he’d think, “Would you… I mean, if you’d like to share it, only if you do, I shall be here to lend you my ear.” 

“Then… I’ll lend you for today… can I?” 

He couldn’t help but tighten his hold on you and let you situate yourself over his lap, your weight leaning into him with your head on his chest. 

“Of course. Whatever it is you wish for.” 

Would most likely be quite awkward, but he tries! He cracks jokes more often when he was still hugging you, and he would also tries to cook you up a nice meal! Well, after that, he’ll probably coax you into playing TCG–only if you want to! But he’s just doing this so he can distract you, and for him to intentionally lose every single time. And yep, even if he was quite obvious about it… it was the thought that counts anyway. 

But if you wish to just cuddle, then it’s cuddling that you’ll have.

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[cal-writes]

litte bit more of that supernatural au for detco i have a lot for it but id need a lot more to actually get it finished and since i dont know when ill get around to that, have some more wip

Kazuha’s home was the epitome of a witch’s refuge, at least in Heiji’s opinion. She lived in a recent addition to her parent’s house, on the property but separate from the main house to grant her some privacy but still give her access to her mother’s stash of spell materials. The property was in a residential area so the traffic noise was minimal.

It was a small living space with one bedroom, kitchen and living room combined with a side room that kept Kazuha’s tomes and personal spell components, all surrounded by a porch space around it. Around her windows were protection spells drawn in colorful paints, bundles of dried herbs and flowers hung the ceiling in the living room and kitchen space giving everything the faint scent of a pleasant potpourri.

It was quaint and Heiji loved it. Even if he didn’t love the circumstances that had brought him to staying here. Shinichi had said he could have the apartment but Heiji hadn’t felt like staying there with all their shared things. 

He took off his shoes and coat by the door, noting that Kazuha’s were missing. He was alone. It only took a few steps to reach the couch and he pulled out his tarot deck from the backpocket of his jeans before he sat down. The cards were still warm from sitting in his pocket all day. He focused on the feel of them in his hands and shuffled through them idly. The fine cardstock was worn soft from years of use, having been gifted to him by his mother ages ago. Fuck, he missed her every day. 

“What do you got for me?” Heiji said quietly into the empty room, taking a card from the top of the deck. 

The Tower.

He scowled at the card. “Really?” Heiji asked, exasperated and shuffled that card back into the deck, before leaving it on the couchtable. With a sigh he sank into the cushions. He should just stay inside the rest of the day. He put his foot up on the edge of the table and debated to turn on the TV when his phone rang. Heiji shot a suspicious glare at his tarot cards before glancing at the phone screen. His father. Great. 

He inhaled, feeling the air fill his chest and letting it out slowly through his nose before he accepted the call. At the same time, a key turned in the front door.

“Hi dad.” Heiji said, glancing over to the entrance, watching Kazuha poke her head inside.

“I brought food!” Kazuha said, kicking the door closed with her foot. Steam misted plastic bags where swinging on her fingers. 

“Was that Kazuha?” His father said in place of a greeting and Heiji rolled his eyes to the ceiling. He waved his phone as Kazuha extracted herself from her jacket and shoes and she mimed zipping her mouth shut, walking past him to unload the take out containers onto her kitchen counter. 

“Yep.” Heiji said. “I’m staying with her for a bit.” 

“Ah, I see. That’s good.” His fathers tone carried an undertone that grated on him. 

“Don’t get your hopes up,” He said, reaching out to take the beer Kazuha was handing him as she set up dinner on the couch table, moving his deck to the corner gingerly. “I’m not going to marry her and have little seer babies.” 

His father scoffed. “You always put words in my mouth.” 

“Uh huh.” Heiji replied and Kazuha patted him on his shoulder when she passed, scuttering around her living space. 

“It’s good you and that Kudou boy broke up. I always knew he was trouble. Banshee’s invite tragedy.” His father told him and Heiji pinched the bridge of his nose. 

“Can we table this discussion until it’s been a bit more than a week since I got dumped?” He asked. His father clicked his tongue and said nothing. “What did you call me about?” Heiji felt compelled to ask when the silence stretched for too long. 

“Your mother’s birthday is coming up.” His father said, non-commitally and Heiji glanced at his watch to where the day of the month was displayed. Between everything going on he had almost forgotten. He felt an intense rush of guilt overcome him, making him squirm in his seat. 

“What would you like to eat? I can come over and cook something.” Heiji offered and Kazuha finally settled down next to him, letting out a huff. The cushions dipped, making their shoulders bump together. 

“Whatever you want. I don’t care what.” His father said gruffly and restrained himself from rolling his eyes once more. 

“Okay, I’ll think of something. I gotta go now unless there is something else?” 

“No. Talk to you soon.” 

“You too, dad.” He said and hung up, groaning. Kazuha bumped him with her elbow and took the phone out his hands to replace it with a plastic container full of food. “Thank you.” Heiji muttered. The plastic creaked as he peeled the lid back, inhaling the rich scent that waved toward him. “Maybe we should just get married so he’ll get off my back.” 

Kazuha slurped a mouthful of noodles, getting sauce all over her lips. She chewed quickly. “If that was your proposal, I’m saying no.” She told him around her half chewed noodles, one hand in front of her mouth. 

Heiji sighed in mock disappointment and grabbed the chopsticks Kazuha had laid out for him on the table. It was an old joke between them. Both of their parents, so deeply rooted in tradition, had introduced them as children in the hopes of encouraging them to become a couple. A powerful and talented witch from a prestigious family of witches and a fantastic medium with a seer mother were practically guaranteed to have seer children. The power to see the future and to alter the present state. Alas, as if to disappoint their parents specifically, they had become best friends instead.

It had been a constant source of conflict in their late teens when their parents had to reckon with the fact that they weren’t going to combine their family lines in a lowkey problematic genetics matchup. It had been rich coming from his own father, who hadn’t been born with any supernatural powers and who his mother had married for love, to insist his son care about lineage. Perhaps that had precisely been the reason that Heizo had been so adamant about it. Heiji had always gotten the impression that his father blamed himself for his son being ‘only’ a medium. 

Heiji didn’t see the problem. He respected his later mother and her powers greatly but to him being a seer had seemed terribly lonely. Heiji didn’t even know how old his mother had been, given that she had been functionally immortal. Unless, well-

He focused on shoving noodles into his face and drinking beer while Kazuha turned on the TV for some background noise. 

“How did it go with Hakuba today?” She asked casually after a while, her tone carefully cheerful. 

Heiji shrugged. “He’s still an asshole but it went fine.” 

“I thought so, since you didn’t call.” She said. “I was getting ready for a full exorcism and everything.” 

“Nah.” Heiji said. “They went on peacefully.” It had almost surprised him too. Usually his cases turned south fast and nine times out of ten required the help of a witch. Then again, Shinichi notoriously had the worst luck in the world so maybe it was his fault. Heiji stabbed at his noodles. Not gonna think about him. He felt Kazuha’s eyes on his and he ducked his head. 

He was thinking about him. Fuck. With a huff he put his food on the table and dragged a hand over his face. He glanced at his phone. No new messages. He couldn’t tell whether to be disappointed or relieved.

“Maybe he’ll come around?” Kazuha said gently. She put her own food on the table so she could put her arm around his shoulders and pull him closer. 

Heiji huffed. “Yeah, right.” He scoffed and let his head drop onto her shoulder. “I don’t even really know what his problem is.” 

“Didn’t he say?” 

“‘Not everything is about you’.” Heiji said in his worst Tokyo accent. “‘It’s better this way’. Asshole.” 

Kazuha tightened her embrace and she shook her head. “Pah, honestly. That guy.” She said, quietly fuming and Heiji was glad that she bit back whatever insults she was thinking of. Heiji felt his own anger evaporate too quickly, leaving him just sad and hollow. He wanted to talk to his mom, get her advice. She always knew what to say. But that wasn’t an option anymore, even for him. Couldn’t talk to a ghost that wasn’t there. He pulled away from Kazuha’s embrace and she settled her hand on his back as he reached over to take his cards. He shuffled them idly, spinning stacks of them around, letting them speak to him. Kazuha’s hand was a warm presence, heat bleeding through his clothes to his skin. She shoved their food aside so he had space to draw his cards face down. One, two, three. 

The rest of the deck felt heavy in his hands as he leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees. The symmetrical pattern drawn onto the back of the cards seemed to stare at him. Kazuhe leaned forward too and turned his head to look at him. “They been mean?” She asked. 

Heiji huffed. “Yeah.” He said and turned the first card. 

Past. Two of Cups, reversed. Break up, clash and disconnect. No shit. 

Heiji clicked his tongue. “Come on.” He muttered under his breath and Kazuha blew out her breath. 

He felt her shrug helplessly against him. “Well, they’re not wrong.” 

“I know.” He said miserably and turned the next card.

Present. The Tower, again, upright. Destruction, disaster, chaos. 

He inhaled sharply, fingers freezing as he finished revealing it. His heart rate increased ever so slightly. “Again?” He asked quietly and frowned. Next to him Kazuha pressed closer. 

“It came up before?” Kazuha asked, brow furrowed with worry. 

“Just earlier today.” Heiji said. He swallowed and reached over to the last card. He felt his palms perspire and he hesitated before flipping it. 

Future. Death, upright. Change, ending, rebirth. 

“Yikes.” Kazuha said, wincing at her own words and giving him an apologetic glance but Heiji could only agree. 

“Fucking great.” He muttered as he collected the cards, shuffling them back into the deck. He wanted to believe the cards were just being misceviously malicious but this was as clear a warning as he had ever gotten. Something bad was on the horizon. Given how terrible his week was going already, Heiji dreaded what was about to come. 

Kazuha stood. “We’re gonna need something stronger than beer.” She declared. 

[hsakuras]

contents: feelings, a smidge of angst, not really smut but there’s mentions of it, summer time, not proof read, i took one of his voicelines

Kazuha is the sweetest lover. His touches are gentle, he only knows how to be patient and kind to you. His words are soothing and he communicates so effectively.

His down side is that he never stays put. He moves with the wind he says, he can’t remain stagnant.

“I love you always.” You tell him, kissing his forehead before he takes his sword and leaves your aching for him all over again.

You never know when he’ll come back, one year he came back on a boat. He always brings you something from his travels, he gushes about the people and things he sees.

He begs you to come with him even though you both know you can’t.

It’s not good for him to get attached, he knows this, yet he doesn’t hesitate to stumble into your house late at night. The air is sticky, Inazuma summers are always sticky, but he longs to feel your skin underneath his finger tips.

He doesn’t mean to wake you, he just needed some company. He can’t help but stare at your dewy skin, your sheets long kicked off your body and now on the floor. Your breasts are pretty under the moonlight and suddenly he’s reminded of your parting gift from his previous good bye.

He doesn’t mean to wake you but he sits next to you on your bed, asking if it’s okay if he strips because it’s so hot. You can’t help but watch as sweat highlights taut muscle, you’re always amazed at how fit he is beneath his clothes.

He really doesn’t mean to wake you but he can’t help but take your hand into his or press him lips against yours. You’re his only constant, the one person he can come to no matter how far he goes, and the only person he thinks of when he travels.

He accepts that he’s woken you up when you keen for him to slot his knee in between your legs, when your tongue swipes across his lips and you’re allowing him to cage you in with strong arms.

You accept to let him in, over and over again, even if these moments are fleeting. You’ll beg for him to stay longer, beg for him to fill you up, to bring you to your high, and to hold you while you come back down.

You’ll accept his kiss while he’s still inside of you, warm and hard, ignoring the sweat that beads down both of your bodies and ignoring that you must have been loud enough to let the neighbors know Kazuha came by to see you.

You’ll feel his kiss to your temple once more and you’ll remember in the morning that your grandmother told you that sailors only break your heart. They leave behind strings of broken people when they leave the cities the frequent.

Kazuha is different though, he’s not a full fledged sailor. Just a samurai who wanders with the wind, you’re bound to run into him again some day soon. The maple leaves will turn red and he’ll always call you home.

“The fate that brings people together is not a cord so easily cut.”