CW: Your Favorite Places To Kiss Them Pt.1 + Their Reactions To The Kisses, Fluff, Slight NSFW(things

The Meaning of Tears

Pairing: Scaramouche X reader

Warnings: Comfort, reader struggles with anxiety

This is my first attempt at writing Scaramouche. I apologize if I fail to do this man justice.

Some days you would wake up feeling fine. Then others, like today, you’d wake up with a buzzing in your chest. You knew the bedroom like the back of your hand and yet, your eyes searched every nook and cranny, looking for something that shouldn’t be there. Nothing was found, yet the buzzing stayed.

The feeling followed you from the bed to the bathroom, lingering as you got ready for the day. It hung over your head like a cloud, filling the room with non-existent smoke. As you brushed through your hair, you had to crack the door open to avoid suffocating.

It followed you from home to work, and from work to home. With each hour it grew worse, and by the time the front door shut behind you, you felt as if you were going crazy. Taking in a deep, shaky breath, you uncurled your fingers from the doorknob and tried to focus on walking forward, placing one foot in front of the other. Right, then left. Right. Left.

It took a second to realize you were in the kitchen. Why the kitchen? Oh, right. It was time to start on dinner. What were you going to make again? Ah, yes, mixed yakisoba. Shaking your head in attempt to clear it, you opened the cookbook to the proper recipe and started gathering the ingredients and necessary tools. Just as you reached for the pan, a voice spoke inside your head.

‘Be careful you don’t mess it up.’

Your hand stopped inches from the pan’s handle, entire body freezing as the taunt soaked into your skin.

‘You’ve never cooked this before. What if Scara had a rough day? Do you really want to serve him something awful?’

You swallowed thickly, choosing to grab the pot instead. Miso soup sounded like a better idea.

Placing the pot on the stove, you filled it with vegetable broth and set the heat to the right temperature, moving on to the next step.

‘That’s too high!’

You blinked, glancing at the thermometer. It read low, the exact setting the stove should be on. You had this recipe memorized, but still, your gut was telling you that something was wrong. Any and all trust in yourself was gone as you frantically flipped through the cookbook, searching for the recipe. Just as you thought, it said low heat.

The inner voice continued to torment you, making you second guess every move you made. Too much of this, too little of that, by the time the soup had finished cooking you were too terrified to taste it.

‘It’s bad, it’s bad, it’s bad!’

A strangled sob forced its way out of your mouth, back hunching forward as you gripped the edge of the counter to stay upright. An invisible force was crushing your chest, making it difficult for your lungs to keep air inside. With each gasp for oxygen, your head grew fuzzier and fuzzier.

Suddenly, a hand gripped your arm. Before you could blink you were being turned around, a hand covering your mouth, fingers pinching your nose. In a panic you threw a fist, but the man caught it before the lunch could connect.

“Hold your breath.” Scaramouche said. “One. Two. Three.”

He released your nose, giving you the chance to take in a fresh breath before pinching it again. He repeated his process until your breathing evened out, and after the fifth cycle, when you were no longer hyperventilating, he backed away.

“Well?” Scara asked, arms crossing over his chest. “What happened?”

Despite his question, he didn’t sound interested in the slightest.

Too embarrassed to look at him, you turned your head to the side and wiped your soaked cheeks with the sleeve of your shirt. “It’s nothing.”

He scoffed. “So, you cry like that over nothing? How stupid do you think I am? Out with it.”

You bit down on the inside of your cheek so hard you nearly broke the skin. “I-I’m just… anxious.”

“Over what?”

Your shoulders lifted into a shrug. “I… don’t know.”

Scara sighed deeply, the sound of it made you think he was looking down on you. “Sit down before you pass out.”

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you did as told and took a seat. Scara moved to the stove, grabbing a ladle to fill one of the bowls you set aside earlier. Once it was full, he placed a spoon inside and set it in front of you.

“Eat.” He commanded. His eyes narrowed when you hesitated. “What?”

Your hands started shaking in your lap. “It’s… it’s bad.”

Silently, Scara grabbed another spoon and dipped it into the pot. You froze as he stuck the spoon into his mouth, waiting with baited breath until he finished tasting. “It’s fine. Now, eat.”

‘It’s… fine? I didn’t mess up?’

Letting out a sigh of relief, you started eating. As he said, it tasted the way it normally did. Exactly the way it should have tasted. The more you ate the more relaxed your body became, and each time the bowl got low, Scara was stealing it away for a refill. Eventually, you had to stop him, otherwise your stomach would have exploded.

“Better?” He asked, arms crossed as he looked at you.

You nodded. “Better. Thank you.”

Scara’s purple eyes narrowed, like he didn’t believe you. With a huff, he got off the counter he was leaning against and grabbed your wrist, but wasn’t using any pressure. He didn’t say anything but you stood up anyway, allowing him to lead you over to the living room where a stack of documents sat on the tea table.

Scara settled onto one of the floor pillows and pulled you into his lap, adjusting your posture until you were sitting sideways, ear pressed against his chest. The veil of his hat acted as a barrier between you and the outside world.

“Don’t move too much or you’ll distract me.” He said, picking up the top document. “Am I clear?”

You nodded and let your weight completely fall against him. He didn’t seem to mind, and if he did, he didn’t say anything about it. You found his heartbeat rather quickly, the steady thump thump of the organ relaxing you further.

“Hey.” Scara’s voice was so quiet you almost didn’t hear him. “Next time you feel this way. Send someone to find me.”

He didn’t say more, and you didn’t push for more. Scaramouche may not have comforted you the way someone more familiar with emotions would have, but he had his own way of setting you on track.

Calling them by a pet name PT.1

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ(s): Diluc, Venti, and Xiao

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: None, not proofread as usual

ᴛʏᴘᴇ: drabble/one-shot, fluff, Gender-neutral reader (Pronouns not mentioned)

ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ/ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ: Their reactions to you calling them a pet name for the first time.

ᴀ/ɴ: Pfft this was so cute to make! Stay tuned for part 2 later this week!

“Everything alright, my love?” He looks worried like he usually does when you don’t answer him straight away. Was something bothering you?

The first time you ever called Diluc by a pet name was a few months into your relationship and it was purely by accident. You had decided to wait for your boyfriend to close up the tavern, sitting on the very edge of the bar, feet unable to touch the ground as you swung them gently. Diluc was wiping down the tables, a soft humming coming from his throat, making a smile break out across your face as you listened to the soothing noise. The man’s voice was a melody to your ears and one that you could never get tired of. It was low and sweet like a slow dripping honey on a cool winter day, something you could listen to for hours on end. You were broken from your thoughts as Diluc nudged you gently, worry creasing his brow. You were so deep in your thoughts that you hadn’t even realized he was calling out for you. 

Diluc was staring at you from where he stood on the other side of the counter, his usually tied up hair was beginning to slip from it’s confines, a few strands falling to frame his face. A smile graced your lips, slender hand gripping your boyfriend’s wrist to tug him between your parted legs. You take him being so close as a chance to tuck a stray hair behind his ear, leaning forward to slot your lips together in a sweet kiss. Diluc’s breath is stolen the moment your lips meet, breathy whine escaping as he presses himself closer into your embrace. He had been waiting all day to be wrapped up in your arms, and now that the tavern was closed, he wanted nothing more than to go home with you.

At his whine, a soft chuckle escapes your throat, moving to break the kiss and see the state that you have left him in after one kiss. Once your lips are parted, you take notice that Diluc’s face is nearly the same shade as his hair, making you smile at how embarrassed he looked. He really was craving attention wasn’t he? 

“Oh darling...you look absolutely adorable…” You manage to breathe out, smile never breaking because he just looks so perfect standing before you like this. 

You reach to cup his cheek in your hand, palm pressed up against the warm skin there and you press another lingering kiss to his lips. “Yes, darling?” you smirk, unable to look away as he begins to stutter out how he needs to finish locking up the tavern.

Diluc’s eyes snap open the moment that the pet name leaves your lips, he can feel his body beginning to heat up, and it isn’t because of his pyro vision. He is silent for a good minute before attempting to speak. “D-Darling? You called me darling?” He stumbled over his words at first, only succeeding in making his cheeks darken in color.

“Oh? Hurry up then so we can go home, okay darling?” Oh you were never going to stop calling him that.

It isn't uncommon for Venti to use pet names with you, often calling you 'My muse' just to see how your face flushes that lovely shade of red he has been dying to see. He loves to see that crimson red that stains your cheeks, mainly because it contrasts so well with your skin. Venti often calls you by pet names when the two of you are around anyone, he likes knowing that everyone understands you belong to him. However, these pet names always stretch into your private time as well, murmured against your lips as he tugs you impossibly closer to the warmth of his body.

"My muse, don't realize how beautiful you are after I am done kissing you?" He would whisper once he allows you to part your lips for air. He thinks you look the best after you have been kissed: eyes half lidded, lips parted for air, and your cheeks that wonderful crimson yet again. You were a walking masterpiece.

The first time you call him a pet name it is among the branches of the tree in Windrise. You are perched against the trunk of the tree, a book in your hands as Venti settles his upper torso between your spread legs. In his hands holds his lyre, fingers gently strumming the strings, and bringing forth only the most beautiful of melodies. You take a break from your book after a little while, closing it to lean forward and press your face against the Bard's neck. You breathe in the comforting scent of your boyfriend. Of home.

A small giggle escapes Venti's throat and he squirms slightly as your nose brushes against the sensitive skin of his neck. "My muse, that tickles..." He informs sweetly, fingers never once messing up a single note of his song. The simple sound of his giggle has your heart bursting with love and an uncontrollable need to hold him tighter...to never let him go.

"Archons, darling, the sweet sound of your voice makes my heart pound..." Your voice blows warm air against Venti's ear, but hearing your words has him freezing. Hands stilling on the Lyre in his hands, before he is quick to put it down so he can face you. As you come face to face, the Bard's eyes are practically shining, his cheeks are dusted with a brilliant red.

"You finally used a pet name for me, My Muse! It took you long enough!" He is pouting, but mirth warms his gaze. The way you laugh at his outburst makes him decide right then that he was the luckiest  Archon in all of Teyvat.

You had been sitting with Xiao on the top balcony of Wangshu Inn when you first called him by a pet name. The sun was setting just beyond the horizon, it was a beautiful sight to behold with the birds drinking up the last bit of the dying light. However, as your eyes drifted over to your boyfriend, you couldn’t help but stop to stare at the beauty before you. Xiao’s golden eyes were practically glowing in the last few rays of the sun’s light, the gentle breeze swaying his hair just slightly to have you enraptured by his beauty. 

A soft breath escaped your lips in awe, making Xiao turn his head towards you curiously, brows furrowing as he gazes over in your direction. “What are you st-”

“N-Nothing, Kitten! Y-You just look really nice with the way the light is shining on you…” As you go to explain, the pet name slips. Kitten? What were you thinking? Your cheeks shift as red as Diluc’s hair usually is, eyes casting anywhere, but the adeptus in front of you. Everything about him reminded you of a kitten, he would huff and glare at you often when in reality all he wanted was your affection. Not that he would EVER admit that out loud.

Xiao looks equally as surprised, his cheeks being bathed in scarlet as mere seconds go by. Did you just call him Kitten? Why that of all things? The Yaksha didn’t exactly hate the pet name, but there was no way he was going to admit how that simple name made his chest burst with an unusual warmth. “T-That is no way to address an Adeptus!”

Seeing the way your face falls upon hearing his exclamation, Xiao feel regret twisting in his chest. A small huff of annoyance escaping his throat as he tugs you to his chest, hand going to bury itself in your soft locks. "...you may call me what you please...as long as it stays between us." He warns, but even if you allow the name to slip in public, would he really be that mad at you?

Stargazing with them PT.2

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ(s): Thoma, Tartaglia, Zhongli, and Razor.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: None, it just isn’t proof read. Gender neutral reader (Pronouns aren’t mentioned)

ᴛʏᴘᴇ: Head canons 

ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ/ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ: You go on a stargazing date with them. 

ᴀ/ɴ: Here is part two! I loved making Razor’s part, because he is such a good boy. There might be a part three, but I am not too sure yet.

Thoma’s first date with you was stargazing, he loves just being out in nature so he didn’t think twice before he asked you to go with him one night. 

Since that date, it has practically become a ritual for the two of you, especially after playing the hotpot game. Assuming that both of you can still stand afterwards without puking.

There are days that you don’t feel like eating before you go, which is fine, because when Thoma meets you at your stargazing spot, he holds a basket full of your favorite foods and drinks the two of you can share. 

Thoma continues these dates, even when you arrive back in Mondstadt when you manage to get out of Inazuma. He takes you to Starsnatch Cliff that same night so you can watch the stars together.

The area around the cliff is rather quiet aside from the gentle lapping of the waves down below and the soft breeze flowing through your hair. As you lay against the grass with a fresh picked Celia in hand, Thoma ceases his talking to gaze upon your beauty.

He decided right then that everything the two of you had gone though in Inazuma was worth it. All the tears, pain and laughter that got you to this point was something he would do again if it meant he could have you.

So as you get lost in the beauty of the stars above you, Thoma gets lost in your beauty too, reaching a slim hand to pull you against his body. Nothing could compare to the happiness he felt when you were around.

The two of you continue to go on these simple dates for years and it becomes some of your fondest memories. Your location may have changed, but the love that radiated from the both of you certainly did not even as he gets down on one knee years later, promising himself to you forever.

“The sight of you under the moonlight cannot compare to any beauty I have seen before.”

Tartaglia has the mora to take you anywhere in Liyue you wish to go on a date, so he is quite surprised when you ask to go stargazing instead of dinner as some fancy restaurant. 

The man is quite the competitor even outside of the little sparring matches the two of do on the daily. This means that he will always try and ‘one-up’ you when it comes to what he brings to your date.

There have been multiple times where he uses his mora to go all out for you, buying roses, dinner, and even dessert. You can remember the first time he went all out like this, in your hands was a bottle of wine and your favorite dessert, but by the time you got to the designated spot, Tartaglia was already there with a whole feast for the both of you.

Tartaglia is now the biggest fan of your stargazing dates, often even telling his subordinates about how you are the most wonderful partner he has ever had.

Even if he seems super tough and playful most of the time, Tartaglia is quite the clingy lover when it comes down to it. He wants nothing more than to spend his days wrapped up in your arms or keeping you trapped in his. He never wants to let you go.

Tartaglia misses being back home in Snezhnaya with his family, but with the way you smile at him under the blanket of stars above you, he never wants to leave Liyue. At least not unless you go back with him.

As the two of you sit under the endless sea of stars above, Tartaglia pulls you closer and begins to tell you about his homeland. He allows his memories of his childhood to flood out in an endless sea of words. It is during this time that you tell yourself that you are definitely going to visit Snezhnaya with him in the future.

"Looks like I win again! Ah, don’t make that face, you knew it was going to happen~”

Zhongli likes taking you out for rather simple dates which is usually somewhere you can drink tea and admire beautiful scenery. Mainly because he doesn’t have much mora usually.

Stargazing with you is not just a cheap option, but it also gives him time to appreciate just how beautiful you are with the moonlight washing over your delicate features.

The two of you take this time on your date to talk about the little things, Zhongli shares subjects with you about his past, things that no one else really knows. You do the same, however, the former Archon already knows most of your life since you did grow up in Liyue.

After you shared your liking for Osmanthus wine, Zhongli never fails to bring some with you for your date. The both of you have stumbled home more than tipsy on quite a few occasions. Tartgalia or Aether have had to escort you two home on numerous occasions now.

Zhongli never brings just wine with him, he often goes to Wanmin Restaurant and orders a bunch of food to bring with him. It’s always the perfect combination for a date, wine, food, and stargazing.

Once the two of you are settled down against the grass, Zhongli can’t help himself from showering you in compliments. Always going on about how the moonlight makes your eyes shine like jewels and your skin glow.

Since this is one of the only moments you have to actually be alone, Zhongli wastes no time in peppering your face in kisses, nuzzling his nose along your cheek. The soft, lingering scent of your perfume has him never wanting to leave your side, you are a gem that he needs to cherish for the rest of eternity. 

He is a very affectionate man at heart, however, he does not wish to participate in public affection as to not make other people uncomfortable. However, the moment that you are alone with him, Zhongli will take the opportunity to pull you in for quite a long cuddle.

“My love, you are more beautiful than even the brightest stars in the night sky.”

Razor’s favorite place to stargaze with you is right where Andrius usually resides, however, the wolf is never to be found while you and Razor are on your date.

He never fails to bring you things like crystals, flowers, or even Electro crystals. The poor boy has gotten shocked too many times to count.

Razor likes being close to his wolf family while the two of you enjoy your dates, this makes him not only feel at home, but safe too. The wolves never dare to approach you without Razor being in your company. Something to do with respect.

Razor doesn’t really understand a whole bunch of human customs, nor is his english the greatest, but he always tries to put a smile on your face.

There are some date nights where you spend your time helping him understand things that he finds confusing, he is glad he has a Lupical like you!

While the two of you gaze at the stars, Razor can’t help but pet your hair as he practically sits in your lap. Human customs may be lost on him to an extent, however, he does know the way you relax into his touch makes his heart do flips.

On colder nights, Razor brings quite a few blankets to make sure that you are nice and toasty. He is used to the bite of the wind, but seeing they way you shiver at the chilly air has him stocking up on blankets for you. He usually gets them from Bennett.

To make sure that you are well fed in his presence, it isn’t uncommon for Razor to ask Aether to help prepare food for you. It usually is mostly meat because he craves the taste, but he always brings you extra vegetables. 

“L-Look what Razor brought for Lupical! Crystals!”

Something of Mine

Pairing: Diluc X F!reader

Warnings: NSFW (18+ ONLY), strong language, soft, penetration

This was supposed to come out on Monday but @witch-hazels-musings is the sweetest person in the world so I’m posting this early for her ❤️

The wooden stairs creaked beneath Diluc’s boots as he climbed the flight between the second and third floor of Angel’s Share. Many often speculated what was behind the locked door, some claiming it was storage while others believed it to be a simple meeting room. In truth, the third floor was an apartment. A small, cozy apartment, but a place to call home when trips to the winery couldn’t be made.

Besides, with how hard the storm was coming down, it wasn’t safe to travel. Luckily, everyone in the bar was sober enough to take off while the rain was still light. An easy night it would be.

Diluc grabbed the handle of one final door and twisted it, pushing it open and stepping inside. The sharp squeak of the hinges gave away his arrival.

“Finished already?”

Archons, he loved that voice. “Yes. The storm hit early enough to-”

He stopped, words falling short as the breath was knocked from his lungs. You were standing at the counter, side turned to him and one knee bent as your weight rested on the other leg, stirring a spoon in a teacup with one hand, the other holding into the countertop. Your eyes were watching your movements, the sleeves of a large white shirt, his shirt, hanging loosely off your arms. The material ended at your mid-thigh, the buttons undone, revealing the black fabric covering your chest and butt. The skin of your legs were on full display, and as your gaze turned to him and body shifted to reveal your stomach, another breath was lost.

“Diluc?” You called, walking over to him. “Is something wrong?”

He swallowed thickly, trying to keep his eyes somewhere appropriate. “E-Everything’s fine.”

Your head titled, hair falling away to reveal soft, delicate skin that called his name. The subtle rise and fall of your breasts in time with your breathing didn’t escape his notice, making his mind race with images of how they looked when you were heaving beneath him.

Diluc cleared his throat and turned his head, forcing himself to look at the clock mounted on the wall. “What are you still doing up?”

A soft giggle escaped you. “It’s not that late. Besides, I wanted to wait up for you.” His heart started pounding as your hand slipped into his. “It’s not that often I get to actually go to bed with you.”

He knew what you meant, but in his mind, the activity taking place on the mattress wasn’t sleeping. He could hear it now: your whimpers, your cries of ecstasy, the way your hand would squeeze his as you went over the edge-

“Diluc?”

In one final attempt to keep his composure, he placed a hand on your cheek and pressed his thumb against your lips to silence you. “The way you say my name does something indescribable to me… It brings forth a hunger for you I’m trying my damn hardest to control.”

The cheek beneath his hand grew warm, a shy, lustful glimmer appearing in your eyes. He felt his own darken with desire, and when you bravely puckered your lips and kissed his thumb, he removed his figure and silenced you with his lips instead. The blissful sigh you let out fueled his internal fire, kisses becoming hungrier as he adjusted your head for a better, deeper angle.

Diluc didn’t drink alcohol but dear Barbatos, you had a natural ability to get him drunk all on your own.

“Diluc.” You whispered his name between kisses, hands roaming his chest, pulling at his clothes.

His arms wrapped around you, pressing you against him as he took multiple steps backwards, turning before easing your frame onto the bed in the corner. He pulled his mouth away, taking a moment to observe you. Lips plump and damp, eyes glazed over, hair sprawled across the sheets all while his shirt hid your body yet revealed you at the same time… you were ravishing.

A moan slipped past your lips as Diluc descended onto your chest, kissing a line from your throat to the valley between your breasts. Your chest was already heaving, the black lace of your bra stretching with the movement. Your spine arched as his hand slipped up our back, finding and unclasping the buckle that kept your skin hidden from him. Once the bra was out of the way, Diluc turned his attention to your breasts, lips latching onto one of the already hardened buds.

“Archons, Diluc.” You moaned, back arching further, the sides of your knees rubbing against his sides.

Little did you know that each breath you took, each whimper that escaped you, every feel of you was seeping beneath his skin, intertwining with his very soul. Seeing you in his shirt, covered in something that was his, it made him feel… good. Even though he hasn’t been by your side for the past few hours, something of his was around to protect you from the chill of the nighttime air.

“You have to know,” Diluc whispered against your skin, trailing a line of slow, patient kisses down your stomach after finishing with your breasts. “What kind of fire you ignite in me.”

Your hips lifted naturally to aid him in removing your underwear, and when his hand touched your ache, a finger slipping though the entrance to your core, your moan mixed in with the patter of the rain against the roof, reflective eyes squeezing shut as your hands gripped the open shirt still covering you. Diluc bit back a groan at how ready you already were, the way your slick coated his digit as it moved slowly. Ready or not he wasn’t going to rush this.

Your orgasm came with time and as it went, when you were starting to come back down, he found your lips again. His thick tongue tangled with yours, your fingers pulling the elastic from his hair so you could run your hands through his red locks. From there clothes started coming off, but when you reached for the shirt covering you, he gently grabbed your wrists.

“Leave it on.” He said, then quickly added, “Unless it’s uncomfortable.”

That shy look appeared again as you shook your head. “It’s fine.”

Diluc’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer until you were practically hidden beneath him. He locked your lips in another kiss as his cock nestled into you, stretching your walls rather easily. Still, the way your body reacted, the way you tightened around him and the addictive moans that drifted from your mouth into his, it was an experience he would never tire of.

“Diluc…” You whispered as his lips repeatedly touched different patches of your neck. “I’m okay.”

With your approval, he started to move, rolling his hips gently into yours the way calm waves rolled onto the beach. Slow, gentle, tonight wasn’t for overwhelming you with pleasure -not that he ever did it on purpose- but to simply feel you and, in turn, feel him. Your breasts against his chest, the vibrations of your heart hammering against your ribs, the way your lips moved each time you spoke, he didn’t want to miss a single second of it.

“I love you.” Diluc said, kissing you again.

“I- Ah!”

Your back was trying to arch but the close proximity prevented it from fully doing so, which instead prompted you to push your hips further into his, nudging the head just a little deeper, putting it in spot you needed to lose control. The muscles of your core clamped down on him, pulling a groan from the man as he was forced to stop until your release passed. He peppered your face with light kisses, easing you back down into the realm of reality.

“Sorry.” You sudden, slightly slurred apology caught him by surprise. “I should have warned you.”

Diluc shook his head. “You don’t need to warn me about something like that.” One of his hands moved to yours, fingers slotting into the spaces between yours. “If it feels that good, just let go.”

When you nodded he kissed you again, hips quickly finding the same rhythm as before. Your moans were louder now, the stimulation tripled as a result of your climaxes. In time Diluc was able to find his own, face burying against your neck as his body shook with its intensity. This was one of the few times he failed to keep his grunts in check.

You sighed as he pulled out, hips twitching as if searching for him again. “Thank you.”

Diluc looked at you oddly. “For what?”

Your smile was so sweet it nearly gave him a toothache. “For loving me.”

He swallowed, heart clenching as he kissed your swollen lips once more. “And you, for me.” He brushed a few lost strands of sweaty hair from your face. “Rest here. I’ll start a bath.”

You hummed as mouth touched your forehead before getting up. Diluc waited a minute, making sure you were actually okay before heading to the bathroom to start the water.

Abwi3jsbaj im ready

THOMA in version 2.2 trailer

"Whispers of Love in the Wind" ↠ Kazuha [FLUFF]

"Just run away with me darling, we'll get real lost"

Characters: Kazuha x GN!Reader (You)

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 5,686 (I’m very sorry, this is a behemoth)

Warnings: Kazuha's voicelines, Archon quest spoilers (up to most recent), some mentions of bullying at the beginning

A/N: I love this man so much that I really wanted to write him (and ended up with this monster). Enjoy this little bit of fluff before the angst start coming ;) Yes, I did get lazy on the last haiku. The story is split into seasons, but there's some time that passes between seasons. Prompts supplied by @tartagilicious and @seerie:

➳ "I promised to love you forever"

➳ "I still find myself falling asleep with you on my mind"

Also, I want to thank you guys so much for getting me to 400 followers! I never thought this would happen! I am so honored so many of you like my writing and I will continue to work hard!

Spring

Mouth pursed, vermillion eyes squinting in concentration, a little boy carefully holds a brush to paper. He watches as inky rivers flow together, blossoming into beautifully crafted words. The paper ruffle softly from the boy blowing gently on the glistening words, and he makes to wet his brush when-

“There he is!”

Raucous shouts of gleeful laughter fill the air. The sound of stampeding feet could be heard as a group of children rush into the once serene meadow.

Kazuha sighs. Quickly, he rolls up the paper with practiced hands and tucks it into his maple-leaf print sleeve.

“Oi Kaedehara!” A boy with shifty eyes, burly for his age, calls out as he approaches. “What are you doing?” The other children jeer as they

“Nothing that should concern you,” Kazuha replies, standing up slowly.

A scowl darkens the boy’s features, “You got something to say to me, Kaedehara?”

“Not really,” Kazuha says plainly, carefully putting away his brush and inkstone, a gesture that does not go unnoticed.

“What’s this?” The boy grabs a few papers scattered on the ground, the subject of Kazuha’s idle thoughts which had been long discarded hours ago. He scans them quickly and turns to his eager audience as he brandishes the paper like a trophy, “Kaedehara’s writing poetry!” He announces gleefully, saying the words with such a bite that he may as well have been saying that Kazuha was talking to himself.

The crowd guffaws noisily.

“Can I have that back?” Kazuha asks calmly as he crosses his arms.

“Is this what the Mighty Kaedehara clan is reduced to?” Another boy calls out amidst the clamoring. “Writing poetry?” His outburst incites another round of laughing.

“Poor Kaedehara,” the first boy mocks, “From samurai to starving poet is a long way to fall.”

Kazuha sighs inaudibly. He opens his mouth to say something, but another voice beats him to it.

“HEY! PICK ON SOMEONE YOUR OWN SIZE!” An incredibly furious, albeit tiny, voice sounds from the edge of the clearing. Everyone turns to look for the source. Kazuha watches, slightly amused, as you stomp across the field and stop in front of the boy who had taken the papers.

The boy sneers, looking down at your small figure, “Mind your business, kid, this is between Kaedehara and me.”

“Why are you picking on him?” You glare fiercely.

“Cute,” the boy proclaims, “Kaedehara the samurai needs a kid to protect him!” He mocks and the crowd jeers. “Is this the legacy of the Kaedehara cl-”

The boy suddenly stops speaking, mainly because you sock him in the stomach, a very solid thump!resounding through the air. Everyone gasps as he makes a choking sound, the wind knocked clean out of him.

“You got more to say?” You make a fist threateningly and the boy gulps.

“Come on…. let’s go,” He rasps, gesturing to the other children. They eye you warily as they leave.

Kazuha watches them go, until every last one of them is no longer able to be seen, before he speaks. “That was quite impressive.” There is a hint of admiration in his soft voice.

“My sister, Beidou, always told me to stand up for others. I don’t like bullying,” you shrug, finally turning to look at your white-haired companion. “Why didn’t you fight for yourself?”

He smiles at that, “Sometimes, there is no need to fight.” He kneels to collect the hastily thrown papers, “But I guess in this situation, I had you to thank for,” Kazuha adds, straightening up to turn to you, “Does my rescuer have a name?”

You tell him your name absentmindedly as you gaze down at the black words. Though they were results of Kazuha’s wandering thoughts, each word was written beautifully with care. “Is that a poem?”

“Yes, it’s called a haiku,” Kazuha hums. With a firm hand smoothing out the crinkles, he straightens the papers.

“Haiku,” you repeat curiously. “It looks incomplete,” you study the words.

He reaches into his sleeve then and produces a neat roll of paper, “That’s because it is. Here is the final version, if you care to read it.”

Slowly and carefully, you unfurl the paper and read out loud:

Whispers of the wind,

Once on a gentle spring day,

My worries gone away

Your eyes widen slightly. The meaning of the words was lost on you, but the way the words sounded as they exited your mouth was beautiful, lilting like the notes of a babbling brook. It was like you were singing, without any melody.

Kazuha sets himself down on the ground, arms and legs sprawling without a care in the world as he awaits your verdict, vermillion eyes holding a touch of intelligence beyond his years.

You follow suit as you settle next to him, handing him back the honeyed words. “It’s very pretty,” you nod shyly. Kazuha smiles at the childish compliment and turns onto his stomach.

“Would you like to learn how to make your own haiku?” Kazuha asks, voice as soft as the whispering breeze and just as gentle.

Your head tilts in childlike wonder as you watch him set the paper and brush with the utmost care. “Me?” You ask in disbelief, “I can’t write like you! I don’t even know that many words!”

He shakes his head, pouring out a bit of water into his inkwell. “It’s not about the words,” he says as he picks up his inkstone. “It’s about the feeling.”

The soft scraping of the stone against the clay sounds oddly soothing and you move to peer closer at the inky puddle that is beginning to form in the tray.

“Poetry is all about your emotions,” Kazuha explains, handing you a brush. “Write down how you’re feeling, at this very moment.”

You push your sleeves back as you follow suit, clumsily dipping the brush into the ink.

Kazuha chuckles and he places his hand on top of yours, steadily guiding you. “Well?” He asks expectantly, “How are you feeling?”

You pause, thinking. Kazuha’s hand is warm. As is the sunlight beaming down through the trees.

“Comfortable,” you say finally, “Warm. Happy.”

Scarlet eyes widen slightly in surprise, before curving into pleased crescents.

Kazuha takes your hand and the two of you watch as black words begin to appear across the pure white paper.

It was spring, that you meet Kaedehara Kazuha, a wandering samurai who prefers wielding a brush and ink rather than a sword. His words was as soft as the spring breeze whispering through the trees which made pink blossoms dance. It was spring, that you learn how beautiful words can truly be.

Summer

“Hurry up!” A blue-eyed boy with two fluffy ears calls out, his tail whisking behind him impatiently, “Where’s Thoma?”

“Checking stock, I bet,” Kazuha laughs as he passes you a bundle, which you set down with care into one of the two rowboats waiting in the water. “You know how he is, Gorou,” he adds when the boy makes a face.

“Does he know we’re only going on a trip to Yashiori, and not Liyue?” Another boy in red says lazily from where he is sprawled out on the floor of the rowboat. You nudge his leg, and he barely moves for you to make your way in. A blue-eyed kitten peeks at you before burrowing further into his kimono.

“Tomo, stop sleeping on my fireworks!” A blond-haired girl yells as she comes running down the sandy beach.

“Yoi, why would you even bring them?” Tomo huffs as he picks himself up from the boxes.

“Just you wait! I’m going to make this trip unforgettable!” Yoimiya sticks her tongue out at him, climbing into the second rowboat. Tomo rolls his eyes.

“Sorry I’m late!” Someone barrels onto Yoimiya’s boat and Gorou grabs the person by the shoulders before he could fall into the water. “Thanks,” Thoma straightens up sheepishly.

Tomo finally gets up, “You’re just in time,” he says dryly as he takes upon the oars in your boat.

Yoimiya stretches and passes Thoma the oars. “You’re paddling first.” Thoma nods without complaint.

“Let’s go!” Gorou barks from where he is standing, bouncing his bow against the wood. His excitement is palpable, however, as his tail wags happily.

Kazuha chuckles as he settles in next to you, vermillion eyes sparkling with mirth. You could tell he’s in good spirits. The warmth of his body seeps through his clothes and it’s the comforting presence you’ve learned to associate with him.

“This calls for a poem,” Kazuha announces. You’re close enough to hear the way the words tumble out of his chest, that little rumbling soothing to you.

Everyone except you groans half-heartedly but waits for Kazuha to speak.

“Sun beat upon brow,” Kazuha muses, and he inhales. You follow suit. The air is humid, but not too uncomfortable.

“Well?” Tomo asks, pausing in his rowing. Kazuha motions with one hand, indicating that he’s still mulling things over, and everyone loses interest once more.

“Sea and sky like gifts from gods,” Kazuha turns to send a gentle smile at his rapt audience of one. You sit up a little straighter as you await his final line.

“A good time with dear friends,” he finishes, and you clap gently. The two of you have gotten older since you first met, but the wonder and impact of Kazuha’s words have not left you. The way he speaks, so sure and light, always manages to leave you in awe.

Later that night, everyone settles down to unwind after a day out at sea. Voices are muted as you talk in hushed tones, simply content to enjoy the time with friends. You’re resting against a tree trunk, Kazuha right next to you as he blows lightly on a piece of grass. You hum along to the tune he’s playing, and he smiles.

“It’s starting!” Thoma suddenly announces and everyone sits up a little straighter. You turn your face skyward and wait.

A brilliant streak of cobalt flashes across the sky with a thunderous BOOM! before bursting into gorgeous glimmers of gold. It’s the only warning you get when the entire sky explodes into a myriad of colors. Hues of reds, purples, greens, blues, oranges dazzle your eyes thoroughly. Everyone gasps in delight. In a fit of bravery, you set your head down on Kazuha’s shoulder. You can hear his heart resounding with the fireworks, a gentle beat that echoes your own. It was like you shared a secret, privy only to the two of you. Kazuha doesn’t speak, but he shifts ever so slightly, and then you feel the weight of his arm settle around you. He holds you like that as you watch the rest of Yoimiya’s fireworks show.

It was summer, that you find your friend group. There was Thoma, strong and dependable. Gorou, steadfast and fiercely loyal. Tomo, who enjoyed living life to the fullest. Yoimiya, bright and bubbly. The only constant, however, was Kazuha and you. While others came and went, it was always the two of you against the world, ready to take on anything. It was summer, the season of festivals, that you watch a fireworks show you’d never forget, with a platinum-haired boy by your side.

Autumn

The air is crisp as you inhale, a tiny puff of water vapor exiting your mouth when you exhale slowly. Kazuha looks back at you and extends a hand to you. “Not long now,” he assures you, helping you up the mountainous path.

You hum in reply as you survey your surroundings. The two of you were on a tiny island near Ritou, in time to see the red maple leaves. Just as the seasons had changed, members of your little friend group had come and go. Thoma had been offered a job working for the Kamisato Clan and he had accepted, taking care of the Clan’s affairs. Yoimiya had taken over the family business and had been quite busy making memories for various clients. Gorou had been scouted by the Sangonomiya samurai. There were talks of growing unrest between the people of Watatsumi Island and the Shogunate. You weren’t sure where Gorou stood on the matter, but you figured it was best to remain in the dark about such topics.

“What’s on your mind?” Kazuha asks quietly, breaking through your thoughts, as the two of you maneuver over uneven ground.

You shake your head, trying to rid yourself of worry. “Just thinking about the rumors,” you admit with a sigh, “Do you think they might be true?”

Kazuha pauses, pondering your question. “That the Shogun is seizing Visions?” You nod and your eyes fall on the blue-green Anemo Vision swinging lightly on Kazuha’s back. “I won’t pretend to know the Raiden Shogun’s thoughts, but I can’t understand why she would want to do so if the rumors are true,” he muses, “Seizing Visions will not have anything to do with her promises of Eternity. But I fear that Inazuma is entering a period of uncertainty.” He notices the way your brows draw together and the hand that’s holding yours tightens, “Don’t worry, whatever happens, we’ll get through it together, won’t we?” Kazuha offers you a warm smile. It’s enough to chase away the brisk air. You squeeze back and his smile widens. “Now let’s go see some maple leaves.”

You finally laugh, “It’s a shame Tomo is going to miss this.”

“His loss,” Kazuha shrugs, “This is what he deserves for wanting to sleep in.” You’re about to chortle when your breath gets caught in your throat.

“Wow…” You breathe, as the two of you exit out of the woods and emerge into a grove of scarlet maple trees.

It was absolutely breathtaking. A gentle wind ruffles the trees, and ruby leaves shake in their boughs, some flitting through the branches to land softly on the ground.

“What a beautiful red color,” Kazuha muses. You turn back to look at him. Kazuha’s vermillion eyes mirror the leaves, mirth sparkling within them. Grinning widely, you hold up your fingers in a box shape and make the sound of a camera’s shutter.

“Let’s come back next year,” you announce, filling your lungs with big gulps of air as you raise your arms above your head and twirl. Your steps throw the leaves into tiny whirlwinds.

“Sure,” he agrees readily, “When the maple leaves next bloom red, we shall return.”

You should’ve known that all good things eventually come to an end.

You awaken to the sound of someone calling your name frantically. In the darkened hut in which an old farmer was so kind to lend the two of you for lodging, you make out the image of Kazuha pressing a finger to his lips, sword at the ready.

“It’s Beidou,” he murmurs, passing you your katana, “Something’s happened.”

The two of you move out of the hut. “Sis?” You tap Beidou’s shoulder gently and she whirls around. She puts down her claymore once she sees it’s you. “What’s going on?”

“Finally! I’ve been looking all over for you!” Beidou speaks in a rushed tone, grabbing your arm.

Next to you, Kazuha stiffens. “Someone’s coming,” he says quietly as he draws his sword, vermilion eyes scanning the surroundings.

Beidou nods grimly, “It’s the Shogun’s forces, come on.”

“Why would the Shogun come after us?” You are tugged along, Kazuha making up your tail. The three of you move stealthily through the forest, bodies on high alert.

Beidou looks back at you, expression unsure as she stops. “It’s…our parents,” she says finally, “They tried to fight the Vision Hunt Decree…” Her words trail off, but the meaning is clear.

“No…” You breathe, unable to process the news. A hand lands on your shoulder. Kazuha. The comforting weight lends you strength.

The three of you start when you hear a clamor in the distance. “As the Shogun have declared, hand over your Visions!”

Beidou grabs your arm. “We have to hurry,” she hisses, throwing a look over her shoulder. “Thoma managed to get us a boat out, but we have to get there safely first!” You look past her, past the edge of the forest, and you’re close enough to make out a silhouette of a boat bobbing in the water.

The steps get closer and all of you draw your weapons, grim expressions mirroring one another. “We can’t make it in time,” you say softly.

Kazuha’s hand tightens around his sword, “Go,” he says, gesturing to the boat, “I’ll give you time.”

“No-Kazuha! What are you saying?” You reach for him, but Beidou pulls you back. “You can’t! Come with us!”

“I can’t leave Tomo behind,” Kazuha is calm. Too calm. It makes you want to hit him.

“But-” You are muffled by Beidou clapping a hand over your mouth.

“Silence,” Beidou whispers, her body is tense, and you hear fast approaching steps. “We have to go!”

“Go!” Kazuha hisses as he readies his sword.

“Kazu-” you reach for him, and he grasps your hand, interlocking your fingers together. “Will-will we ever see each other again?”

He tugs on your hand then and you collide into his chest. “Don’t worry,” he murmurs against your forehead, “Even if today is the day that we go our separate ways, I am certain that we will meet again, in some corner of the world. The fate that brings people together is not a cord so easily cut.” His voice is so sure, so confident, that you had no choice but to believe him. “I’ll be fine,” he quells the worries that were about to pop up on your lips. There is a faint sensation of something warm upon your brow, but the feeling is fleeting. “Go, I will find you in the wind,” he promises before shoving you into Beidou’s arms.

“I owe you one,” Beidou nods at him, “Stay alive, won’t you?”

The last image you see of Kazuha is one where his feet is planted shoulder-width apart, sword raised, ruby eyes glinting with determination as Beidou pulls you towards the awaiting boat.

It was autumn, that you flee from Inazuma, leaving behind your home, your friends, and a scarlet-eyed samurai. The air was as cold and sharp as the blades of the Shogun’s forces hunting you down. It was autumn, the time of farewells, that you learn that when the leaves turn red and gold, they symbolize departure and that you had to say goodbye to the one who wore the same patterns as the trees.

Winter

You pull your blanket tighter around your shoulders as you sigh, a white puff of smoke unfurling from your mouth. Every so often, there is a crunch as the Alcor scrapes against ice. A commotion breaks out on the deck below you and you peer over the crow’s nest just in time to see the children tackle one another playfully. Sea Drake barks something at them, but you’re too high up to hear. Another sigh escapes you and you turn your thoughts to what has been the subject of your worries for over a year now. A certain figure clad in scarlet maple leaves with a gentle smile. Kaedehara Kazuha. You had no doubt you would see him again. After all, Kazuha was not one to go back on his words. But it has been well over a year, and you were feeling antsy. Has something happened? You aided Beidou in helping lost Inazumans escape the wrath of the Shogun, but none of the people you picked up were of any familiarity. Hope had never seemed so bleak.

“Man overboard!” A shout breaks you out of your thoughts. “Man overboard!”

The words register in your brain as you lean over the railing. “What?” You yell to the lookout in the crow’s nest above you.

“Man overboard!” He replies as he points at the water. You follow his arm, and you can see a figure struggling in the water. All your breath leaves your chest in an instant. Whoever the person was, they had platinum hair. Could it be? Before you even realize what you’re doing, your body throws itself out of the crow’s nest as you slide down the mast with ease. The burn of the rope is what makes you come to your senses, but you pay it no heed. You’re fixated on the figure in the water as you drop onto the deck.

“Hey, where’ve you been--” you ignore Beidou’s greeting. With leaden legs, you walk unsteadily towards the rowboat waiting to rescue the man.

Time seems to stagnate, and your limbs feels like you’re trapped in amber. Please, you plead silently, although you don’t quite know what is it you’re asking for. You watch as Sea Drake grab the sodden figure to haul him into the rowboat and your breath catches in your throat. There is a red maple leaf emblazoned on the sleeve of the man’s kimono.

The man coughs and you stare as he opens his eyes. Startling scarlet eyes meet yours and you feel a year’s worth of relief cascade upon you.

“Kazuha…” you whisper, fearing that this was a mirage, a trick of the light, your longing manifesting into this hallucination. If so, the archons were playing a cruel joke indeed.

The man in question smiles and there is nothing that stops you from launching yourself at him. Familiar arms, albeit freezing and soaked, wraps around you. You inhale shakily, feeling the culmination of everything you have experienced in a year. It burns through your chest. The beat of your heart roars in your ears and drowns out everything. Your fingers reach out and touch something solid. He was real. He was here. “Kazuha!”

“I’m here,” he murmurs. You can feel his breath against your ear, and you knew he was no hallucination indeed. “I’m here,” he repeats softly until all your doubts, all your qualms disappear. “I’m sorry it took me so long.”

It was winter, that you reunite with Kazuha. The weather was cold enough to freeze even the mighty ocean, but Kazuha’s arms provided you with the ever-familiar warmth. It was winter, that Kazuha finally fulfilled his promise whispered to you long ago, when you were fleeing from the unforgiving metal of the Shogunate’s swords.

Spring

You’re fuming as you watch men load boxes onto the Alcor. In the distance, you catch sight of Kazuha chatting with the Traveler on the deck and your mood sours further. The Crux Fleet was preparing to bring the Traveler to Inazuma, and you were banned from coming along. Worse still was Kazuha planning to spend some time with the Resistance to give them his aid. You scowl harder as you kick a pebble viciously down the street. Ever since the Traveler arrived, Kazuha had been spending more time with them. He was undoubtedly fascinated by someone who could control the elements despite being Visionless. The frown on your face deepens, unbeknownst to your knowledge.

Why do you care?

A voice asks, uninvited, and it makes you pause. Why did you care?

“What’s on your mind?” Someone speaks behind you, and it startles you out of your thoughts

You lurch forward with a yelp and is about to fall off the dock when an arm wraps around your stomach, holding you securely. You gulp as you turn around to face your rescuer. “Ka-Kazuha!” You splutter, feeling like your heart is about to burst out of your chest.

“Sorry,” Kazuha waits until you steady yourself to remove his arm from your waist. “You seemed really deep in thought, did I ruin anything?”

“No,” you shake your head and sigh, averting his eyes. Kazuha follows your line of sight to the Alcor.

Kazuha stops to regard you seriously. You squirm under his piercing gaze and know he’d seen right through you. “It won’t be too long,” he murmurs.

“Must you go?” You ask hesitantly.

“Gorou needs whatever help he can get,” Kazuha admits, “And I think with the Traveler’s help, we can get the Vision Hunt Decree abolished. If I can help even the slightest, I want to.” There is a steady determination running through his voice. “After all, Tomo died for this. I want to honor Tomo’s last wish.”

“Do you really think this could be solved with the Traveler’s help?”

Kazuha nods, “The Traveler has already defeated dragons and ancient gods. I truly believe that changing times are upon us.”

You smile bitterly, ignoring the pang in your chest when Kazuha mentions the Traveler. Why were you so affected by this?

You were so focused on your internal thoughts that you miss Kazuha’s look of concern as he gently holds your arm to stop you. “Are you okay?” He asks you carefully, ruby eyes scanning yours.

“I’m fine,” you brave a sad attempt at a smile, but Kazuha’s expression tells you he’s not convinced. Truth be told, you didn’t even know why you were acting like this.

“It’ll finally be over soon,” his voice is the gentlest you’ve ever heard, “I’ll write you whenever I can,” Kazuha promises, vermillion eyes shining earnestly.

It was spring again that you send off Kazuha back to Inazuma, with the hope that the Vision Hunt Decree would be removed. Kazuha said his farewells with the promise of sending you letters. It was spring that there were some things left unspoken between the two of you. It was spring that you discover that foreign feelings would sprout within you whenever a certain ronin with the spirit of a wanderer comes to mind.

Summer

You tear open a letter eagerly, scanning the name of the sender. Kazuha’s name is printed neatly on the envelope, as is custom of his letters. True to his promise, Kazuha wrote to you regularly over the past two months he was gone. Inside each letter, he always tucked in a red maple leaf with a haiku printed neatly on it. His haikus ranged from daily events to descriptions of beautiful sceneries. You kept every single maple leaf as each one was a dear treasure.

Your eyes widen in surprise as you read Kazuha’s latest letter. In it, he tells you that the Traveler had successfully defeated the Shogun and that the Vision Hunt Decree had ended.

“By the time you read this, I shall already be on my way back.”

You reread the words. Hope soars in your chest and you can’t stop the broad grin that splits your cheeks open. Kazuha is coming back. You flip over the letter, expecting to see the customary red maple leaf attached to the back, when your smile slides off your face. There is no leaf, no haiku. You pull open the envelope to double check. Nothing. Why is there no haiku?

Over the next two days, you’re unable to sleep, staying up late to ponder what had changed. The next morning, there is a hint of excitement in Liyue Harbor. Whispers of “The Crux Fleet is back!” and “The Traveler defeated the Raiden Shogun!”ring through the air, as you make your way to the docks. Your heart hammers nervously at the sight of the Alcor pulling into the harbor. Your thoughts are a jumbled mess as you search for the first sign of Kazuha. The missing haiku had plagued you for several nights. You want to know the reason why, but you’re scared that something had changed, that Kazuha had changed.

The Alcor gets closer and you’re able to see the faces of the crew members. You spot Kazuha leaning over the railing and raises your hand to wave at him. Suddenly, you’re unable to breathe. There is a dull roar in your ears as you stare at the sight in front of you. Kazuha is smiling at the Traveler, with the crinkles in the corners of his eyes that only come out when he is truly happy. You’ve only seen that smile twice. The first time during the fireworks show so long ago and the second when you pulled him out of the ocean. A sharp pain pierces through you, and you stagger. Your lungs feel like they’re squeezing together. It’s crushing. It’s the worst pain you have ever experienced.

That’s why there was no haiku, a voice whispers from the depths of your muddled mind.

A sob breaks out of your mouth, making a nearby child look at you curiously. You slap your hands over your mouth as you rush from the harbor. You miss Kazuha scan the crowds, however, frowning when he sees your fleeing figure. You miss Kazuha excusing himself politely as he takes off after you.

You collapse onto your knees, when you’re a safe enough distance from the harbor, before you dissolve in tears. Your reactions don’t make any sense, but you’re unable to stop the sobs wracking your body and you curl into yourself.

Why are you acting like this? The part of your brain that remains rational screams at you. Why are you acting like some lovestruck fool?

Love.

Love.

Something clicks then and you break down into a fresh round of sobs when the realization struck.

You’re in love with your best friend. You’re in love with Kaedehara Kazuha.

But why would he want you, when there’s the Traveler, who can manipulate elements without a Vision? The Traveler who defeated the Raiden Shogun, the one who helped get rid of the Vision Hunt Decree.

Thoughts, so thick and poisonous, rob all traces of reason, that you don’t notice a gentle breeze fluttering around you.

Kazuha lands next to you, out of breath. His hair is plastered to his forehead. Panic crosses his face when he notices the state you were in. He calls your name urgently as he places his hand on your shoulder.

“S-stop,” you whimper, trying to hide your face.

He ignores your attempts, “What’s wrong? What happened? Are you hurt?” Kazuha is frantic. You try to fend him off weakly, but he’s not having any of it. Kazuha gathers you into his lap, tucking your head under his chin and wrapping his arms around you.

“Kazuha…please,” his gestures are warm, but they only send more daggers of pain into you.

“Tell me what’s going on,” he commands softly, but you shake your head.

How would you tell him? How do you tell him you’ve loved him for this long?

There is a finger under your chin. It tilts your face upwards. “If you won’t tell me what’s wrong, then would you mind if I tell you something?” Kazuha asks quietly. You’ve calmed down enough to answer him with a shaky nod. Sanguine eyes search yours and for the first time ever, Kazuha seems hesitant. “Did you notice something different with the last letter I sent?”

Your eyes widen, but you nod slowly. “A…haiku,” you breathe out.

“Yes,” Kazuha affirms your answer. “Did you wonder why?” You press your lips together as you avert your gaze. You’re not sure you’re ready to hear the answer.

“W-why?”

Kazuha smiles then. It makes your chest simultaneously soar and squeeze together. “It’s because I needed you to hear the haiku in person,” he admits, and you notice that the tips of his ears are tinged pink. “You were always my top supporter, so I figured it was best that you hear this haiku in person.”

You gape at him, mind furiously trying to process his words. “What is the haiku?” You finally managed to say.

His chest moves up and down as he takes in a breath, before he recites:

Sun and moon rejoice

Birds of dawn sing songs anew

Far from home, with you

Kazuha finishes as he awaits your verdict. You process the words carefully, “Kazuha…do you mean…?” You’re unable to finish your sentence, not daring to hope the words meant what you thought they meant.

Kazuha smiles and it’s that smile, the one he shows only when he is absolutely happy. “Did you know,” he begins casually, “Since that night you had to flee from Inazuma, I made a promise to myself. ‘I promised to love you forever.’”

All the breath you were holding leaves your lungs in an instant. If you had not been sitting down, you would’ve collapsed. “Ka-Kazuha…what are you saying?” Your voice is not louder than a mere whisper, for fear of breaking this wondrous dream that you were obviously in.

“I thought this was quite clear,” Kazuha states softly, “Ever since we’ve met as children, I’ve always held you in high regard, always admired your strength and your resilience. But I think it was being apart from you that I realized the admiration has morphed into love. I didn’t want to tell you when everything was uncertain, but now since things have been resolved, I wanted to be honest with my feelings. Every night, I find myself falling asleep with you on my mind. I want to be able to journey together with you for a long time. I want to see the beautiful sights with you. You allowed me to dream of things I’d never even dared to think of. So, if you accept, would you like to accomplish these things together with me?”

You’re speechless. Out of all the outcomes, you’ve never even dared to consider the one where Kazuha might return your feelings. You meet Kazuha’s eyes as he awaits your answer.

If this is a dream, then never let me wake up.

Instead of saying anything, you clumsily reach up to press your lips against his. There is a sharp inhale, and Kazuha takes ahold of your jaw before kissing you with the utmost care.

Three words are uttered in unison between the soft brushes of your mouths.

“I love you”

It was summer, that Kaedehara Kazuha, whom you’ve known since childhood, became someone more than just a friend. Summer was when the two of you affirm your affections for each other. It was summer, that you discover love came in the form of ruby-red eyes and platinum hair. Love was Kaedehara Kazuha, your wandering partner for life.

Fin.

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Synopsis: Going out on a walk with Kazuha goes wrong.

Genre/warnings: Hurt/comfort, injury/burn mention, gn!reader, not proofread. (If there are anymore please comment below/send to my ask box)

Featuring: Kaedehara Kazuha

A/N: This was going to be out sooner, but I've been feeling really sick lately. Hope you guys enjoy! Likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated <3

Being with Kazuha was an easy, almost carefree lifestyle; traveling from place to place together, and exploring everything that the world had to offer. It was a dream come true for the both of you, two free spirits that remained unchained by the laws of the seven nations for the time being. You could almost hear Venti saying something along the lines of 'allow the wind to guide you on your journeys, and keep you safe as you travel away from your home.' Oddly enough, it was the wind that guided you, always leading you back to one person. Kaedehara Kazuha.

The air was cool, gentle breeze drifting through the canopies of the trees, carrying the whispers of the danger ahead to your boyfriend's ears, assisting him in figuring out what lurked around every corner. Large maple trees surrounded the two of you, leaves rustling as the breeze tried misplacing the leaves, only succeeding in knocking a few down at a time between delicate gusts. Stretching out your hand, you catch a scarlet leaf in your palm, holding it towards the sun to admire the captivating shade it currently holds. Oh, how you loved to walk amongst the extravagantly colored trees that reminded you endlessly of your beloved boyfriend.

It only takes a few seconds of observing before you drop the maple leaf, allowing it to fall back into the sea of red covering the surrounding area where you and Kazuha stand. 

"You're unusually quiet today, my dove. Is something on your mind?" Kazuha's soft voice breaks through the comfortable silence, pretty vermillion eyes meeting yours the second you turn to look at him. 

There may be a sea of red around you, but oh how those little vermillion pools draw you in like a moth to a flame, breath catching in your throat and smile curving up the edges of your lips into a loving smile. A chuckle breezes past your lips at the question your boyfriend asks, head shaking to confirm nothing was wrong as you tug the man close with a gentle hand. With your body pressed flushed together, Kazuha's hands come to rest on your waist, face burying in your neck as the two of you take a moment to just exist together. 

Two souls forever intertwined after finding each other by a mere chance of fate.

It isn't long before the moment of peaceful silence end, a booming laugh interrupting the two of you and drawing a startled gasp from you. Kazuha pulls away from you without a moment's hesitation, bandaged hand on the handle of his sword and ready to strike if needed. Standing in front of the two of you is none other than the Fatui, even on a 'deserted island' these horrid creatures still roam. This was going to be quite a fight for both of you.

A Cryogunner, Electro mage, and a Pyroslinger bracer are standing not too far away, smirks on their faces as they start to charge up their abilities, ready for a fight. All you can do is get one good look at Kazuha before he is launching himself up into the air, the force of the wind caused by his anemo vision, brings the Pyroslinger and Electro mage forward. You need to take out the Cryogunner by yourself.

"It's time for a flash freeze!" The Cryogunner's voice rings out as his shield activates, thank god you were an electro vision holder. Using an electro-infused sword, you take out his shield in record time, weaving and dodging through his attacks as you slice at his body with your sword. 

After the shield is broken, the Cryogunner becomes embarrassingly vulnerable to the sword blows and ends up crumpling to the ground in a matter of minutes. Now to help Kazuha. Your boyfriend is still facing off with the Pyroslinger Bracer while the Electro mage is nowhere in sight. Maybe he defeated her already. Wrong.

Just as that thought crosses your mind, a purple ring forms on the ground around Kazuha. No! Using your electro powers to launch you forward, your hands come in contact with the soft material of your boyfriend's clothing, shoving him out of the circle just as a large bolt of electro slams into you. Intense hot pain sears your body, your vision darkens and the scream you let out is drowned out by the loud ringing in your ears. All thought vanishes as your vision blacks out, body hitting the ground with a soft thud that leaves Kazuha's thoughts screaming as he finishes off the Fatui. 

Not again!

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It feels as if your body is on fire when you finally start coming to. Burning pain stretches from your right shoulder down to your fingertips and the sensation only intensifies as you shift slightly. You're not on the ground. Hell, you're not even outside anymore. You're lying on something soft, a mattress maybe? Instead of smelling the grass where you're sure you should be lying, a soft scent fills your nose. It's fragrant almost like flowers, but you can't tell what it is without opening your eyes to check visually. By the faint sound of the waves lapping somewhere nearby, you know exactly where you are; The Alcor.

With a soft groan escaping your lips, you crack your eyes open to see the wooden ceiling above your head, but no natural light was pouring into the room which meant it was no longer daylight outside. How long have you been out? A soft snore catches your attention from nearby, head moving to find the source when you see Kazuha sitting at the desk of your shared bedroom, head resting on his arms as he sleeps atop the no doubt uncomfortable wood. Oh no, for him to have fallen asleep like this you must have been out for a while. His hair is undone too, messy to signal he had been running his hands through it out of nervous habit when he was stressing about something.

"Kazu.." Your voice cracks under the syllable, throat dry as if you swallowed a handful of sand or cotton. You needed water if you were going to be able to say anything else to your beloved boyfriend.

As soon as Kazuha's name is croaked from your throat, he is sitting up almost instantly being the light sleeper he is, wide vermillion eyes scanning over your form for a few seconds. It takes a moment for his brain to register that you're awake, that you're trying to sit up in your shared bed. That you weren't going to die and leave him as Tomo had all that time ago. Silence hangs in the air for a few seconds, his owlish eyes blinking over at you before he is in motion, his movement fluid like the wind as he grabs you a glass of water sitting nearby.

Sitting up proves to be a whole new hassle on its own, the right side of your body burns, but with Kazuha's help, you adjust so you can drink the water he provided for you. Only now do you see the bandages covering your body, stretching from your shoulder to your fingertips and even around your torso. How badly do these wounds look under the pristine white bandages covering them?

Before you can dwell on that thought, your beloved boyfriend is moving closer to the edge of the bed, his hand reaching out to delicately cup your cheek with his warm palm.  A shaky breath breezes past Kazuha's parted lips, and as you turn to look into his vermillion eyes, you can see the glimmer of unshed tears in them. What were you thinking, scaring him like that after you knew about Tomo?

"Oh, Kazu..." Your voice is soft, a mere whisper as you lean into the touch of his palm, reaching out to brush a stray strand of his ashy blonde hair from his face. 

The very moment your fingertips come into contact with his skin, the wandering samurai looks as if he is about to start crying on the spot. Who could blame him? He had nearly lost easily one of the most important things in his life! Reaching a trembling hand up, you cup Kazuha's cheek in return in an attempt to reassure him and let him know that you are still here with him. That is all it takes for him to break in front of you, face crumbling and lip trembling slightly as his tears finally begin streaking down his pale cheeks.

You can feel your chest tighten, heart breaking at the usually strong samurai crumpling in on himself so quickly. These tears were ones you had let out before, a mixture of fear and relief at the same time after going through something so rough without being able to cry. Carefully pulling Kazuha into the bed with you, he wastes no time in snuggling up to your uninjured side, face buried against the warmth of your bare torso.

At that moment you decide that being his guardian was worth it, yes, you got hurt in the process...but you'd do anything for the anemo vision holder. He was your boyfriend and someone you couldn't live without.

You were simply two souls forever intertwined after finding each other by a mere chance of fate. 

That's how it was meant to be.

CW: Your favorite places to kiss them - Xiao version + their reaction to the kisses, soft kisses, terms of endearment used, blushy boys, Slight NSFW(just to be sure.), things get a bit spicy in a few sections, slightly suggestive content, MDNI, fluff, GN!reader, NOT PROOFREAD

Featuring: Xiao

You often take the time to shower Xiao with gentle affection, especially after he has had a rough day of battling his karmic debt. This isn’t an action you take lightly due to the toll it usually takes on the Yaksha’s physical and mental health daily.

Xiao - Face + Neck kisses

Depending on the time of day, Xiao is often spotted resting against the railing that lines the top balcony of the Wangshu Inn, his golden eyes settled on the land as he surveys for any form of danger. He has been gone most of the day ‘doing his duty as a Yaksha’ which meant this was the first time you are even seeing him.

Climbing up the stairs to the balcony, you hesitate for a moment seeing your boyfriend leaning against the railing before whipping out your Kamera to capture this moment. Most people thought of Xiao as a cold man with a heart of steel, but that was simply because he never opens up to anyone like he does with you. As his partner, you get to see all of his different moods including a special softness he harbors only for you. 

This was probably the most tranquil moment you have ever caught Xiao in by far and while you stare at him, you can’t help but realize just how your heart is hammering in your chest. Behind the Yaksha the last drops of the dying golden sun light up the clouds in perfect shades of amber, pinks, and blues. It provides the perfect backdrop for a candid photo of your boyfriend.

As if on cue, the stair creaks under your weight catching the attention of the Yaksha and he looks at you over his shoulder just as you snap the photo. Grabbing the picture that slowly slides from the kamera, your eyes wander over just how good your boyfriend looks with a grin on your face. This was definitely a keeper.

“Y/N?” Xiao’s calm voice cuts through the quiet atmosphere, causing your eyes to snap up to his face, smile playing on the corner of your lips as you move up a stair to meet his gaze, lips almost brushing together as you lean close.

“My love.” You hum in return, only now catching the tiredness that lingers in the depths of those golden orbs gazing into your own. “How about we lay down for a while?”

“Adepti have no use for slee-”

“Now, Xiao.”

With a final stubborn look at you, Xiao’s resolve breaks and he is scooping you into his arms bridal style with a soft huffing noise. He might not be proud of how wrapped around your finger he is, but he also refuses to bring it up around you all the same. A flash of emerald blinds your vision for a moment, causing your eyes to squeeze shut and your stomach lurches at the quick motion. When you feel the thump of Xiao’s feet against the wooden floor of your bedroom, you loosen the grip you have around his shoulders, legs feeling like jelly as you wiggle from your boyfriend’s grasp.

Kicking off your shoes, you climb into the bed, but not before giving Xiao a warning look about his as well. The moment that your boyfriend is settled in your shared bed, it comes as no surprise to him as you lean up to begin peppering soft kisses over every inch of his face. This is routine for the both of you, especially after your boyfriend has a particularly hard day defending the area around Wangshu Inn. You cover every available inch of his face, lips, cheeks, and forehead before dipping down to begin trailing those kisses to the soft expanse of his neck.

The moment that your lips come into contact with his throat, Xiao’s lips part as a soft noise between a whine and a moan escapes him. Golden eyes flutter shut as the intensity of the kisses increase from gentle pecks to hot, open-mouthed ones, his head tipping back to give you better access to do as you please. You’ve found that this is the quickest way to distract the Yaksha from the stress of his duties. Your mind flashes with lewd images of Xiao underneath you, his back arched and body littered with purple blossoms. What a lovely memory that was, indeed. 

Your mind is snapped from those thoughts as Xiao’s hands begin to move, one threading into the soft locks of your hair while the other grips your hip, hot fingers dipping under the material to linger on your skin. Taking this careful affection as well as the way Xiao’s heart was hammering in his chest to be a good sign, you begin nipping the skin of his throat instead. Unsurprisingly, the nipping causes Xiao to gasp lightly, his cheeks flushing a pretty pink and his lips part to take in heavier gulps of air. 

“Y-Y/N...”

“Shh, I’ve got you, okay? Gonna make you feel good and we can sleep afterward.”

Overall, your favorite place to kiss Xiao was his neck, because it always leads to a night of pleasure followed by a well-rested Yaksha.

Gorou NSFW Alphabet

Character(s): Gorou

Genre/warnings: MINORS DNI, NSFW Alphabet, mentions of sexual scenarios/kinks.

Description/prompt: NSFW Alphabet

A/N: Wow it's been a while since I've posted. I also haven't proof read this at all either ahaha.

SMUT UTC

A = Aftercare (what they are like after sex):

I feel that Gorou is a very attentive person when it comes to your needs after sexual activities. He will move to get up almost as soon as the two of you are finished, grabbing a towel, water, or anything else you need while you recover.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of their partner’s):

Gorou loves your hips. Teal blue eyes always manage to drift over the expanse of your bare hips whenever the two of you are getting heated. His hands are almost always gripping at the soft skin as he fucks into you, tugging you impossibly closer to his body.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum):

If it's one thing that Gorou loves the most, it's the way you beg for his cum, for him to fill you up with his children. He likes being able to fill you up until his cum drips from around his cock that he has yet to pull out of you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they?):

Due to Gorou's constant duties as General of the Resistance, he hasn't had the time to indulge in his sexual desires. That is until you came along. The fox-hybrid might not be as experienced as other people, but he is quite a quick learner. Gorou always manages to pick up on how to make your legs quiver and those desperate moans to louder.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying):

As everyone would expect, Gorou's favorite position has to be doggy style. Having you on all fours or your ass up into the air while he pounds into you is enough to have him nearly filling you up on the spot. Being able to grip onto your hips as he fucks himself into you at an eager pace, loving the way your silky walls grip onto his cock.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks):

Breeding kink: By far Gorou's biggest kink. he loves being able to fill you up past the brim, loving the way it spills out of you when he pulls back. First time this happens, a soft smile curved the corners of his lips up. "Oh look y/n, you're spilling it all out! It seems we might have to go a few more rounds to ensure that you are stuffed full of my pups, yeah?"

Heavy marking: The possessive side of Gorou loves to see you wearing nothing but his marks. He longs to see the soft skin of your neck and upper torso adorned with bruises and bites left behind by him as a symbol of his love.

Petplay: He likes for you to treat him like the 'dog' he is sometimes, commanding him to rut against your leg if he is that desperate to get himself off, while you are working on more important matters. Being collared while he does so and having your fingers slip under the thick leather to pull him closer will have him cumming embarrassingly fast.

L = Location (favorite places to have sex):

Anywhere in your shared home. Gorou isn't the type of person to take you where others may be able to walk past and see how pretty you look stretched out beneath him. However, if he enters his 'heat cycle' while the two of you are on a journey together, he might just take you wherever he can.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going):

Gorou's turn-ons might vary if he is dominant or submissive in the moment.

If Gorou is playing a more submissive role, praises/compliments that involve pet names are the easiest things to get him going. Hearing little whispers of "Good boy" or "You look so pretty for me." is enough to have him whining as you begin to touch him.

If the fox-hybrid is playing a more dominant role, he loves attacking your neck in feverish kisses and bites until he can hear your soft pleas for more, for him to hurry up with his teasing.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.):

Gorou loves giving oral to you. Now, he might not be the most experienced person the first time he goes down on you. However, he memorizes the spots he flicks his tongue over that have you crying out or thrusting toward him to get more of that lovely sensation. His sole purpose is to bring you as much pleasure as possible so be prepared for all the 'experimenting' he does when you have sex the first couple of times. (This is mainly because he wants to be an expert when it comes to your pleasure.)

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.):

Gorou's pace often varies depending on how desperate he is to feel your silky walls clenched around him and driving him towards an intense orgasm. If you have been edging the poor fox for hours, when he is allowed to fuck you he will make sure to ram in hard enough for you to see stars. If it is a second round with him, Gorou takes his time, cherishing your body and the sounds he can draw out of your quivering frame.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.):

Since Gorou is a General for the Resistance he usually doesn't have much time to indulge himself in long sessions with you as much as he would like. This means whenever he gets the chance, don't be surprised if you end up on your shared bed with Gorou between your legs.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?):

If he can find the time, Gorou prefers to go at least two rounds with you, one that he can take at a fast pace while the other he can take his time on to enjoy your body. That aside if you're wanting to go a few more rounds, all you have to do is ask nicely and he might satisfy your needs.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):

When Gorou decides to be dominant during sex, it isn't often that he teases you. Not only does he not have the heart, but hearing your begs for 'more' is too thrilling in his opinion. Pushing you to have several orgasms on his tongue alone will always be his main goal.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.):

When Gorou is topping you, the only sounds you'll likely get out of him are a few grunts, praises, or low growls if you try to escape his torment on your pretty hole.

However, when the fox-hybrid is the bottom, he is reduced to a crying, begging mess unless he is feeling like a brat or just wants you to fuck him harder.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward):

Gorou, depending on the role he has played during your intense lovemaking, will fall asleep not too long after the two of you are done. However, if he was the one to top you, he will grab you anything you need as well as clean you up before he passes out himself.