Soft Breeze

Soft Breeze

Kazuha x Reader as requested by @mochisama123

Warnings: Floof2 

Hello! I want to take this opportunity to thank my readers your comments mean a lot!! <3 I’m so glad you enjoyed reading some of my works, thank youuuu <3

P.S. It’s my first time writing for Kazuha I’m sorry if he’s a bit OC but I’ll try my best hehehe

“Do you hear that, love?” he whispered beside your ear.

“Hear what? The wind telling me I’m beautiful?” you hummed amusedly and replied to your lover’s question, to which he chuckled. You rolled your eyes at him and playfully squeezed his hand in yours.

“That’s getting too old, love,” you whispered, giggling.

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If kitchen orders still available, can you write cheesecake/devilcake (you can choose!) skittles for kazuha?? You don’t have to if you don’t want to btw, have a lovely day~~

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Here’s your Skittles!

Yandere! Soulmate Kazuha x Artist reader

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You we’re the ink to his brush, the petals to his blossom. The apple of his eye, the icing to his cake. And you represented the blood that splattered on his face, coming from the many rivals that dared to take his place.

Kazuha was entranced by you from the moment you waltzed into his life. Or when he wondered into yours throughout his years of traveling aimlessly hoping to find his missing piece. The only reminder he had of his soulmate was that they were an artist judging from the tattoo of a paint platter on the inside of his wrist.

There you were, at your favorite arts and crafts store. Lovely as always even when you acted indecisive when choosing a specific color or material. He wishes he could announce to the world of how fortunate he was to have a soulmate such as yourself. However, as much as his heart yearns too he can’t. Nor can he ever approach you.

As there was one unspoken restriction placed upon destined soulmates, a tragic one at that. Which prevented the intertwined souls before them to never be reunited, unless they’ve overcome this daunting trail.

The ancient decree that follows states:

“You are invisible to your soulmate, however everyone else can acknowledge your presence. Should you wish to be noticed by your other half you must leave traces of your existence. And pray that your soulmate can put two and two together and realize that you’re there.”

So Kazuha did everything in his power to make himself known to his darling. He left poems which bleed out his heart, pouring out his love on every scripture that was posted outside your bedroom window. Made sure to be there for you when you happened to get into any accidents.

Oh you lost your prized brush utensils? It was miraculously left on your desk the next day, as if you’ve never misplaced it in the first place.

Your missing something on your artwork that prevents it from being finished? Somehow the missing piece presented itself in the for of a red heart, just the thing you were searching for!

He was always there, but due to your obliviousness you failed to realize that the phenomenons happening to you wasn’t purely confidential. Making Kazuha grow frustrated every time he witnessed you becoming too close towards a co-worker of yours.

Why couldn’t you realize that all you ever needed was right beside you? What can he do to make it clear that his existence exists solely for you? As does yours exist for his alone. Days go by and it seems as if you’ve forgotten that you even had a soulmate because of some foolish fellow who doesn’t respect boundaries. He spent hours ransacking his head for ideas…

Until an thought popped up in his head, a deranged smile spreads across his face as he finally figured out the answer to making you notice him. And he was proven correct by how you actually managed to see him covered in the remains of your beloved co worker who was slumped over lifelessly in front of your house. Their blood becoming the ink Kazuha used to write the following words:

“Welcome home Darling, from your soulmate”

About nicebonescomrade

Hey, @nicebonescomrade wanted me to relay the message that she had to delete their parents made them delete their account. They weren’t happy she was posting stuff and talking to strangers online.

The doc with all of her writing should still be working.

Here’s the link:

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1nXyigcOgD34q8SSIAhNszLkBHa7vPwOkbiCSk6753BE/edit?usp=drivesdk

just a brainrot to comfort myself…

warnings: anxiety, despersonalization, desrealization, not a formatted fic.

when you go through anxiety episodes, kazuha would be just like an oasis in the middle of the desert. he has this calming aura, like tranquil waves and a gentle breeze flow around the space close to him.

and when your thoughts are too loud, too jumbled and messy, reality’s lines blurring, your mind not being able to register what you actually did or if you imagined it, kazuha is your anchor.

when you feel like you’re floating adrift, to the currents of spiralling thoughts, kazuha’s warm embrace pulls you out of the dark; his touch, his warmth, his scent, taking you back to a reality with him, to the place where you know everything will be okay; the kisses he leaves in your hair as his hands trace patterns on your back proof he’s got you, that none of those thoughts of doom racing your mind are to become a reality.

and in that moment you know as long as he is with you and you find your way to him, everything will be okay and you will be safe.

Ok so starts out as sagau imposter au, you've been chased out of all of the regions and now end up in snezhnaya, and childe captures you (being that your completely exhausted and just want this all to be over with). For your crime of impersonating the creator, youve been sent to the fighting pits, where fatui would train (and sometimes fight to the death).

Many fighters are eager for the chance to kill you, and whoever deals the final blow will gain a promotion, so you'll have to face multiple of them at once.

You get given some rusted armour and a dull blade to defwnd yourself but the odds are hopeless

This is basically a glorified execution and all of the fatui will come to watch, including the harbingers and the tsaritsa herself.

The fight starts and through your divine powers and teyvat willing you to be alive, you're just scraping by. Luckily, each fighter wants to be the one to kill you, so they begin taking each other out. However your luck doesn't last as when you attempt to block a heavy blow with your sword, it shatters. Desperately sprinting around the arena, looking for any useable weapon, something whisks past your hair. A weapon is lodged into the ground just past you

The arena almost stops as your eyes track where it came from and you find yourself staring at the tsaritsa icy gaze. Completely indecipherable, you dont know if she intended to kill you with it or took pity at how pathetic you looked.

Now the tsaritsa is an archon, and i headcanon her weapon to be huge scythe, that literally no-one can wield due to the immense strength and power required to hold it.

Now picture the entire arenas suprise when you just pick it up

Alarm bells start ringing in everyones heads, and the harbingers go to stop the fight, but the tsaritsa stops them. She wants to see how this goes on.

The fight starts back up, and your still on the back foot, although now you have a chance. You're still heavily outnumbered, and you've never fought before, but maybe you can do this.

But you keep accumulating cuts and bruises, hit after hit. You may have a powerful weapon, but your lack of training shows until you are disarmed.

Your killer has a sadistic grin on their face, and as they bring their sword to your neck, you can't do anything but close your eyes and wait for the end.

But it doesn't come.

Opening them you find your attacker completely frozen in place, the entire arena in fact has been frozen.

Except for you.

The tsaritsa descends to you, and you begin thinking that she wanted the honour of killing you. But there is nothing but kindness in her eyes. She can see your gold blood, the warmth eminating from your chest, the way your eyes hold stars, how could you not be our creator?

The exhaustion catches up with you and you start to collapse, only for cold, soft arms to grasp you and whisper "Don't worry my dear, you are safe now."

Apologies if this was a little long, my brain just kept writing lol, also i am kinda new to writing and genshin, so this cam out as a half-fic half-brainrot lmao

-Rapid anon

It's okay, I'm honored to have such an ask after a long time.

The fact that you can carry such a thing is already a sign that you have to be either, very powerful (which you should have some kind of experience from training that you obviously don't have) or an archon, someone who's a pacifist and has never wielded a scythe.

A scythe is a weapon very hard to master on the spot, so maybe some leverage could be given.

I'm surprised people continued to fight you. Imagine, someone actually WIELDING a blade that is used by an ARCHON. Something so sacred that you, somehow, can control. If I was anyone of the fighters, I would run.

I wonder why the Tsaritsa hadn't stopped the fight. If I had this all mighty powerful weapon and it was in the hands of someone who was supposedly a criminal, I would try and get it back as soon as possible.

The fact that she had dragged this one means that she maybe already had her suspicions. I'm sure some of the harbingers would have noticed as well, maybe even changing their minds about you.

The Tsaritsa owes you a lot for bringing you through such a thing.

ɪɴꜱɪɢɴɪꜰɪᴄᴀɴᴛ ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢɪᴇꜱ

A/N: It's my first time writing on tumblr, leave your opinions here if there's anything I can improvise on :D

All those sorries and promises, were they just to make him feel better about himself?

Kazuha x F!reader

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"And you just allowed her to lean so close to you?! What the hell, Kazuha?" you questioned the man in front of you, who happened to be your fiance.

He averted his gaze, replying to you in a almost whisper-like tone. "Well," he reasoned, "she was leaning close while I was looking at papers, I couldn't have stopped her." His response in defense did nothing, however, to ease the situation.

"You know what she's doing, and you know how she treats me! For fucks sake, I'm your fiancee! Couldn't you at least tell her to keep her distance?" You retorted. Kazuha knew very well about how the girl in question had made you feel like shit and ridiculed you on multiple occasions. Yet, he had done nothing to stop her advances.

You knew he preferred to avoid conflict, and you were fine with that in the beginning of the relationship.

"Sorry I made you feel that way, love. I'll do my best to keep my distance from her, for you." He'd say that as he cuddled you and peppered your face with gentle kisses.

But that was the past, the apologies became less genuine day by day. I had grown tired of his lack of effort.

Kazuha frowned in frustration. "But that'd be rude. I don't want to be rude to a person who hasn't done anything harmful to me-"

Before he could continue defending himself, you slapped him on the cheek, interrupting him. How could he say such a thing, that she did nothing? Did he even consider your place as his fiancee.

"You know what? I'm done. I'm tired of always going back to you after you let me down by doing nothing. I'm tired of being the only one who's seemingly maintaining the relationship. I'm tired of having to be the one to tell you to be aware of your boundaries with other women, even though you're the fiance and should know better. I hate how you apologize and repeat your mistakes. I'm just- I'm fucking tired of this relationship, Kazuha." The frustration and anguish you managed to keep in, blew up. You couldn't take it anymore.

"Love, I'm so sorry! Please, give me another chance, I'll raise my boundaries with her-" You shifted your head towards the door, disregarding his, as usual, insignificant apology.

Taking the beautiful, diamond adorned ring off your finger, you placed it on the table separating you and your now ex-fiance. "Sorry isn't going to cut it this time. I'm won't waste my time anymore by loving you, Kazuha. Goodbye."

"Love, please wait-" before he could chase after you, the door in front of him had slammed shut. Regret came washing over him as he lost you. You, his fiancee, the love of his life that he threw into the garbage.

Kazuha placed his hand on his reddened cheek. The skin you once caressed with such tender lovingness now served as a reminder of his mistake. The ring on the table would make him regret and lament over his conflict-avoidant self for the years to come.