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𝓕𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹

Kazuha Kaedehara x GN Reader

Genre(s): Fluff, friends to best friends, etc.

A/N: Kazuha is such a nice guy... This is why I keep writing for nice/shy guys! They're the best!

You often wondered if your friends ever thought about you as much as you did with them. During special occasions, like birthdays and anniversaries, you'd be thinking about what kind of gifts your friends would like. During the holidays, like Christmas and the like, you would contact your friends and try to round them up for a small gathering to help them all relax. After some time, you realized that you were the only one making an effort to actually get things your friends liked, and you did things that they wanted to do. But none of your friends seemed to take the same time and care to plan out things for you. Except for one person...

Kazuha

You met the wandering samurai on one eventful day. You were tasked with unloading all sorts of materials onto The Alcor - a ship owned and managed by The Crux.

As you were bringing up a heavy box of medical supplies up the ship's ramp, you suddenly slipped on a wandering leaf, almost taking the supplies with you. You expected to be on the ground whilst everyone else was sprinting to save the medicines and such. But before you could hit the ground, you landed roughly against someone's arms.

That was Kazuha, an angel in disguise.

Ever since then, he has taken great care to contact you through letters and through personal visits, making sure you were feeling well or he would offer his assistance. The white haired male would always show up unexpectedly, bringing you gifts from the lands he had visited. You were sure he was an actual angel, given the way he spoke poetically and moved oh so gracefully whilst giving you a great amount of care and attention.

But he genuinely cared.

He was someone that you didn't think you'd meet in your entire lifetime, but here he was. You realized how much he had done for you, and continued to do for you, while your other friends had only given miniscule amounts of attention when you were around them. You were going to tell Kazuha how much he meant to you.

So, you wrote a letter, writing about the most memorable moments with the gentle male, and telling him how much his actions meant to you in comparison to your other friends.

Once you were finished, you rushed to see him at the docks. He sent you a letter, telling you when to expect him back to Liyue. So, you waited patiently for him and his crew to arrive back from their adventures.

When he finally showed up, you quickly grabbed his attention. He jumped over the ship railing and made his way to you through the small crowds of people. You shifted back and forth from one foot to another, eager to give your letter to Kazuha.

As the white haired male came closer, he gave a small bow of his head and greeted you.

“To what do I owe the pleasure? It's quite lovely to see you here to greet me.” Kazuha spoke with a small, grateful smile. You shoved the note towards him, too nervous to say anything without embarrassing yourself. He smiled, opening the letter carefully and reading the contents quickly. He looked back at you, back at the paper, then looked back at you. You smiled nervously, waiting for his response, if he had any. You expected to receive a grateful nod, or even a thank you because you knew he'd at least be nice about your efforts.

What you weren't expecting was to receive a strong hug as the samurai held you for a couple of seconds. You hugged him back, patting him awkwardly on the back before he pulled away. You tilted your head questionably, wanting an answer to this sudden action.

“Was there a reason for the sudden hug?” You asked as Kazuha regained his senses. You knew that he was quite grateful for your letter, as he always was for everything you did for him, but you still wanted to hear him say what he was thinking. He looked away in embarrassment as he spoke once again.

“I've never had anyone give me a beautifully written letter such as yours before. I am rather speechless. I don't know how to show you how truly appreciative I am of your kind words,” the white haired male said before gathering the courage to face you again.

“So, all I could do was show you my gratitude through a comfortable gesture. I hope I did not startle you, or make you uncomfortable. I merely wanted to share my happiness.” He smiled as he waited for you to respond. You were left empty headed, with nothing to respond with. He had rendered you speechless. So, you did all you could think to do.

You hugged him, and he reciprocated.

After you welcomed him back to Liyue, you both spent the rest of the day at a dinner place, hoping to create more beautiful memories with another. You laughed and confided in one another, leaving no room for tension to reside. You had a wonderful time with him, and you both said your goodbyes until the next day.

You talked more and continued to be friendly with each other. And as the days passed by before his next expedition, you both considered yourselves best friends, never letting each other forget the other.

That's how you managed to spend the rest of your days.

*Bonus*

“When are you supposed to leave next, Kazuha?”

“I will leave at dawn tomorrow.”

“Remember to write-”

“I will remember to write you letters. You will send me letters as well, won't you?”

“I would if I knew where you'd be!”

“I guess we'll figure that out next time I leave.”

“It's a deal!”

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

A/N: I wrote this because I needed something else to post. Let me know if you enjoyed it!

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝓕𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹

Kaedehara Kazuha x Friend! Reader

𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

Neuvillette x Immortal! G/N Reader

ʜᴏᴡ ɢᴇɴꜱʜɪɴ ᴍᴇɴ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ꜱᴘɪᴅᴇʀ

Monstadt ver.

Liyue ver.

Inazuma ver.

Sumeru ver.

Fontaine ver.

roomies!

kazuha & scara x fem! reader, roommate (highschool) au

masterlist

In which you were struggling financially with a low-paying job, which led you to look for a cheap place to stay. But what would happen if you have to share an apartment with 2 people, one that seems to be charming and soft-spoken while one is just an annoying sharp-tongued roommate.

chapters:

prologue

chap 1 life crisis...verge on being homeless?!

chap 2 forced to move out

chap 3 roommates

chap 4 e-daters?!?

chap 5 rivals (??)

note: all of the chapters weren’t written yet, only planned. Coming soon <3

Estimated release: June

Taglist:

@kazuhaprnt​

I've got a crush on you, and i like you <3

Confession to Kazuha through text. This was a text for my upcoming fic which will contain smau.

Disclaimer: Fem!reader, the use of "princess" as nickname.

Genshin Impact_Inazuma_Masterlist

Rules and other masterlists

Arataki Itto

romantic

none

platonic

none

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Gorou

romantic

none

platonic

none

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Kaedehara Kazuha

romantic

none

platonic

none

.

Kamisato Ayato

romantic

none

platonic

none

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Kunikuzushi

romantic

none

platonic

none

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Shikanoin Heizou

romantic

none

platonic

none

Hello, I have a request for Kazuha, idk if you write for him or not so if you don’t then feel free to ignore this, it can be a drabble or headcanons. Ok so you know how Kazuha had bandages on his hands? Do you think he’d let his S/O draw on them? Because I really want to draw dinosaurs on them. And if he did let you draw on his bandages, how would that interaction go? Basically just headcanons or a drabble where the reader asks Kazuha to draw on his bandaids and draws little dinosaurs if he lets them. That’s all, thank you for your time.

A/n: Hello! Thank you for your request. I did this one really quickly, it's such a sweet idea. This is my first time writing for Kazuha, however, so I do hope it turned out well enough <3 Enjoy. (Also, quick question, but if I opened up writing commissions, would anyone be interested?)

Genre: fluff, drabble

Word count: 462

Pairings: Kazuha x GN Reader,can be read as platonic too

“Please, hold still…” your voice calls out with a huff from your nose which is met with an amused chuckle. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to move so abruptly.. I hope I didn’t ruin your lines?” - Kazuha asked with care, tender tones of his smooth voice flowing in the breeze and quenching the small flick of irritation caught on from the stubborn bandages bleeding ink all over. Kazuha held a thin end of the bandage to tighten your canvas, aiding you in your persistent wish, all while he leaned back against the wooden wall of the sleeping ship. The salt air of Inazuma was peculiar, and familiar to you both - with a small swoosh of chattering treetops from the far shore, and the licking of languid waves at the hull of the Crux. 

“It’s alright- I can still save this one. Just  extend your hand over here so I can see it a bit better. Thank you-” you continuously mumbled, still thinking about the first lines of a dinosaur that turned out too oval when the ink bled out, it looked like a balloon, and the next one looked less of a dinosaur and more of a horse - but this one, yes, this one was the one.. You could see it under the combined light of the golden lamp and the silver rays of the moon above. Kazuha could only smile and chuckle, making a great effort to stay as still as a rock. The gentle smile was full of affection as he watched you, paying you much more attention than the little doodles you were leaving across his arms. He knew of their value, and how much he would cherish them until the ink was washed away with time, but right now, you were the most important thing of all.

“If you need some of my advice, I think this one could use a longer tail?” He suggested softly, carefully lifting his other arm that was still devoid of your little talent, and pointed at the dinosaur you were occupied at the moment with. ”And, perhaps, instead of drawing detailed eyes, just draw them closed? That way, if it ends up bleeding out, it won’t fuse with the rest of the body?”

You nod, without giving further response and do as he suggested, smiling when the tip paid of a million, and Kazuha’s own smile could only spread further across his cheeks until his eyes crinkled with mirth.  With the hand he pointed with, he brushed hairs from your eyes that went astray, pinning them behind your ear with a hum.

There were several hours of night ahead, but he knew he would wish there were a couple of more, just so he could have his peace with you like this.

Ⓒ n0tamused. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

still have my heart

a genshin impact smau | kaedehara kazuha

IN WHICH, kazuha's friend gets into a fight with one of your friends

OR

IN WHICH, two exes meet due to being involved in a fight with their friends

TAGS; kazuha x gn!reader, angst, fluff, modern au, exes to lovers, toxicity (?), swearing, a 'little' bit of xiao x y/n

WARNINGS: some of these warnings may appear on future chapters but im writing them down now just in case. kazuha and y/n are toxic to each other, implied fake friendship (???), family problems, mother issues, actually all family issues, stalking, panic attacks

STATUS; ONGOING ! (start 07. 03. 22; end to be determined) VERY SLOW UPDATES!! (sry)

TAGLIST; closed!

notes; holy shit im actually doing this, also please ignore time stamps, taglist is closed!! posting updates at random (very slow updates)

you still have my heart

profiles;

the musketeers + kazuha ; power rangers

ACT 1; OLD FRIEND

[1.] xiao got his ass beat

[2.] ruining my chances

[3.] well this is awkward...

[4.] can we talk?

[5.] no more fighting

ACT 2; SHOULD'VE BEEN ME

[6.] are you free?

[7.] am i the bad guy?

[8.] lumine is my new best friend

[9.] ah.

[10.] anything i want?

[11.] blocked

[12.] feeling of guilt

[13.] i wont let that happen

[14.] worries and concern

[15.] :3

[16.] whatever

[17.] xiao's dilemma

[18.] y/n's dilemma

[19.] kazuha's dilemma

ACT 3; THE ONLY HEARTBREAKER

[20.] alixia?

[21.] miss pink hair

[22.] private conversation

[23.] gold digger

[24.] overthinking

[25.] tea time

[26.] blossoming friendship

[27.] hang out

[28.] GIRL FUCK YOU

[29.] distrust

[30.] yes mother.

[31.] THEY MESSAGED ME

[32.] truth

[33.] in your dreams

[34.] aether and lumine

[35.] told u so

[36.] ill deal with her

[37.] so what if i am?

[38.] secrets revealed

[39.] friendship over

[40.] twisted confession

[41.] turn tables

ACT 4; WHY DIDNT YOU STOP ME?

[42.] deja vu

[43.] back to square one

[44.] kamisato ayaka

another brainrot coming in Kazuha getting you super drunk, and you think hes drunk as well but bros sober and just wanted to get you drunk for sex @///@

Yandere!Kazuha x Drunk!Reader

𓇬♡ | Warning: NSFW, dubcon, reader is intoxicated and a virgin, mention of alcohol, implying of obsessive behavior, etc.

𓇬♡ | Word Count: 2.1k

"Kazuha? Low alcohol tolerance? Hahaha.. Where did you get this false information from?" The Crux Captain laughed as if hearing you spit a joke. "He is one of the best at holding his liquor. I've never seen him drunk before." She continues her words, raises her eyebrow at your face that start to grows pale.

"So, what happened? Are you making a bet with him over a drinking contest?"

"If so, you better step down. Because you are playing a losing game here." She starts to pity you. With that confused and pale face, Beidou is sure the bet you made was a big one. If only she knew what happened the night before. If only she was on the ship to stop you from drinking with the Inazuma's fugitive. Your hands come up to support your head that began to throb.

"Kazu- nghh!" You couldn't complete your words when he is sucking your neck like that. Letting his sharp fang graze on your soft skin, wet hot tongue dragged towards your collar bone, lower to slit your cleavage. You brought your hands to your lips to cover your moans. His hand on your waist holding you closer. He has waited for this very moment to claim you. Having you lay limply against his arms. You melt under his touch. When you look down with teary eyes only to catch him watching you back with his face in deep red flush. His half lidded eyes meet your glistened one. While your hand reaches to touch his cheek. He put his other hand on top of it, closing his eyes with his chin resting on top of your chest.

"Kazuha.." He learns the doubt in your tone. Softly cooing you while he brings your hand down his face to intertwine both your hands.

"Shh.. Just enjoy it, okay Love?" If the breeze is a human sound, it will be in the form of Kaedehara Kazuha's. His whisper sweeps away the doubt in your heart. Replacing it with some kind of newfound feeling as you feel his hand slipped between your thigh, rubbing it oh so slowly. Sending a tingling sensation between your legs.

"Ah.. this is your first time, isn't it?"

You nod your head slowly. As he hummed in delight, whispering something along the lines 'don't worry' and 'I'll be gentle'. You know he isn't lying by how his hand touches your inner thigh, gently guiding you to spread your legs.

His question was a rhetorical one. Kazuha knows things about you quite well-too well in fact-even though you guys just met a few months ago. He was curious as to why you always seem to avoid him. One's research turns to basically asking around about you, later when he sees you on the street, he wanders not too closely, just to watch you from afar. After all, he doesn't want to scare you, and makes you feel more awkward around him. Overtime he understands little things about you, such as how you enjoy drinking on The Alcor with The Crux while playing some TCG card on saturday night-only when they docked at Liyue.

Night breeze doesn't make you shiver, in fact you enjoy it too much. Letting the cold breeze blow on your face as you close your eyes, looming over some less crowded corner of the ship where no one bothers to check. The sea was dark, but countless stars and the moon reflected on its surface. Alluring you to stare for a bit too long. While you were occupied with staring far away to the dark sea, Kazuha will come and lend you his jacket, with more cups of beer in hand. He is truly a sweet guy, you think. Still you have reasons to avoid him. And so you spare no thought on his lingering touch, like when he spent a minute too long to let go of the beer glass as your finger brushed on his. Or how he lets his arm wrap around your shoulders after putting his jacket on you. You know well not to let your heart waver.

His head goes down on you to kiss your inner thigh. You can't help but pant as he teases your lower part, hot tongue swirling on your clit. His hand pushed down your thigh, preventing it from closing around his face. Hair strains fall on his forehead, while his eyes trained on your expression as it changed into a pleasurable one. No wonder so many fell under his palm. You bite your lips as you feel a strange feeling building up. It's like something inside you about to burst. Did you get close from his tongue alone? That left you wonder, with how skillful the man under you playing with your other lips, how many other women has he tainted? The question dies on your lips as you feel his tongue teasing your wet hole. You were almost embarrassed by how lewd the sound it makes. If only not by the pleasure that is big enough to cover any other emotion.

A sweet moan slipped from your mouth finally, after he nudged the gummy spot. Unable to contain your voice any longer as the feeling becomes too intense with each movement of his tongue. You feel his finger rubbing on your clit, while he is still eating you out. At last it hits you, your first orgasm of the night. He was quick to lap on your pussy, as you came on his mouth, not leaving a single drop. Kazuha could spend forever eating you if he doesn't remember what he aimed for tonight. So he only spent long enough time eating you up until you are a wet mess, babbling his name while moaning and sobbing. Your protest fell into deaf ears. He doesn't stop when you say 'It's too much'. He can't. You are sucking him in, so how can it be too much for you. He is sure you can take it. It's just your first time coming so many times, that's why you might feel overwhelmed at first. But you will get used to it, and he will make sure of that.

When he finishes preparing you, finally revealing his throbbing cock in front of your pussy, you squirm from his grip unconsciously trying to get away from him. He holds you down, with a hand gripping both of your wrist on top of your head. He groans when he rubs the tip of his cock on your pussy lips. You moan back, clinging onto nothing as his length slowly inserts your hole. It was too much, you never felt so full in your entire life. When he starts to move slowly the feeling clouding your brain.

You sob as he moves in and out, feeling every inch of his cock rubbing on your gummy walls before it disappears leaving a strange empty feeling. Kazuha drags his cock slowly, letting you remember the taste of his cock. Every inch of it. His hand is playing with your nipple, while his mouth latches on your other side. Picking up his pace as he felt your hole adjusting to his size. Tears roll down your cheek as you feel your body tremble, too overwhelmed by the feeling. With your body already overly sensitive after he eats you out, you easily cum on his length. Kazuha groans at the way your hole clenches around him. Looking up just to see your face deep in pleasure, eyes roll back as he continue to fuck you.

"You are a naughty one, Love." His smile at you feels somewhat sinister than how he usually is. "Did you just come from me entering you?" You can't return his words as you feel he moves faster. Hitting your sensitive spot that he already memorised. You tremble from the over stimulation. Choked moans as you blabbering his name, trying to stop him with your squirm but feeling your hand binded by him and with his thrust that continuously hits your sweet spot, your body shudders. Hole creaming on him while moaning. You hear him grunts at how pretty you are. Eyes rolling back while tears staining your cheek. Moan fell off your lips like a melody to his ear. He kisses your neck, leaving more love mark while pounding into you nonstop.

You arch your back when he thrust deep enough to fill you with his cum. You felt the warm liquid flow in your womb. Trembling at the aftertaste of your orgasm. He stayed for a while inside of you. Engraving the warm feeling of his cum in you before he pulls out, letting the mixed liquid to drip out of your hole. Kazuha gives you a soft kiss. You, in your intoxicated state, return his kiss. With this, you are his now, right? You won't change your mind tomorrow, …right? He holds you closer with lips still latched on yours, devouring the sweet taste that he will long for after this day.

You were too busy regretting your choices. When a soft breeze blows on your neck, sending shivers all around your body.

"(Y/n)? I was looking for you."

To say he looks for you is an understatement. The man was frantically searching in every corner of the ship before he met you. For the fear that you figure out his scheme and leave the ship already. He almost had a heart attack realising you were not in his arms when he woke up this morning, you little sneak. He'll make sure to tie you to the bed next time just so you wouldn't run away. He smiled at you but the burden of your own thoughts makes it impossible for you to meet his gaze. Kazuha took notice of this. While Beidou excuses herself to let the both of you talk.

"What's wrong?" He murmurs in your ear softly, almost making you feel guilty as you faintly remember how he was gently handling you last night-well you remember only half of it. For an instant, you don't remember how you ended up on Kazuha's bed with the man on top of you. Shame on your mind, how can you accuse this man of setting you up, when it might be you who seduced him first. You shake your head slightly, still refusing to meet his eyes. It is such a mess. You strive for a peaceful life in some village near Liyue. So naturally you should avoid things that could possibly bring disturbance to your well planned future life. One of them is the guy that sits by your side now.

You were not really surprised when Beidou decided to bring a fugitive from Inazuma aboard in The Alcor. Sometimes her way of thinking is something you can't understand. But the moment she introduces this Kazuha guy, you keep in mind to avoid him at all cost. It was until he got you to drink with him when Beidou was absent. Which led to last night's disaster. You sigh as his hand rubs your shoulder gently, it was usually covered by bandage but now you can see his bare skin- which is not as smooth as you imagine it to be, the payment of when one pursues the path of samurai. That hand has touched every inch of your body. You flush at the thought, cursing at yourself silently.

"Kazuha, was I the one who threw us into this mess?" You finally spit out your thoughts meeting his gaze in a deep dilemma. You notice how his hand stops at your shoulder, seemingly surprised at your words.

"Mess?" He catches you diverting your eyes again. "...So that's what you think of what we did last night."

You watch as his head drops, half of his face shadowed by his bang. Only now did you realise his hair is untied, white strain fell on his shoulder, framing his jaw which softened his feature. If not for his toned body which is still prominent even under the clothes, he could be passed off as a woman because of his beauty alone. Your hand reaches out to tuck the white strain behind his ear. He looks up at you in silence.

"I am sorry." The words fell off your lips with a heavy sigh. You know your weakness at beauty, but the peacefull life you always dream of is at stake. The house you has buy from the money you collect for years. Everything is set and just a little more time before you can stop working and has a quick retirement. You can't risk losing that. And Kazuha know you can't fulfill his wish. But he can't afford to lose you either. Not after he got a taste of you.

desc. kazuha as your spiderman boyfriend hcs!

warnings. Brief mentions of they/them but no specific gender

note. Sorry there wasn't any writing these few weeks, consider this a late kazu bday (im not proud of this unlike the xiao one)

spiderman!kazuha who gives you flowers every time he visits you, or whenever you both go on dates. Though, due to his vigilante duties they tend to get damaged and some petals falls off.

"uh what is that, Kazuha?" you asked as you looked at what he had in his hand, he blinked as he looks at you surprised. "they're flowers-" just as he said that, the petals fell as only a few were left with the stem slightly broken.

spiderman!kazuha who would literally cry if you call him bro and think all his efforts were down the drain when he confessed to you (when you guys are dating)

spiderman!kazuha who’s first priority is always you! He always responds to your texts the second you message him, to the point even when he’s fighting off robbers he’ll be multitasking texting you

“Can you wait? I’m trying to reply to my lover! They just sent me a picture of themselves!” Kazuha swooned as he dodged the robbers bullets effortlessly before webbing him to the bank’s wall all while texting you: “you look amazing as always dear! I’ll be at your place in a few minutes:)”

spiderman!kazuha who had his first kiss with you just so you wouldn't shout in panic when you found out he was spiderman.

spiderman!kazuha who loves it whenever you wear his merch, it just be a simple spiderman hoodie and he'll immediately tackle you to the bed to cuddle. Though, he did get a little jealous when he found out you had a plushie of him. Sure, at first it was cute until you started to cuddle it more than you were cuddling or showing affection to it!

spiderman!kazuha who wants to be babied by you, tend to his injuries, play with his hair and let him lay on your lap as he rests from saving the city again or just tell him your day and he'll gladly listen as he plays with the hem of your shirt.

spiderman!kazuha who gets flirty and more confident when he is wearing his suit, always teasing you behind his mask just to see you flustered which always entertained him. If you want him to just shut up, just flirt back at him! He’ll immediately quieten down and become the flustered one instead, good thing his mask was covering his blushing face.

Sometimes, you flustered him so badly that he would swing away from you and later blamed it on his spider sense saying how “he sensed someone was in danger” when in reality he just went to an empty alleyway to calm down his heart.

spiderman!kazuha who wishes to go on dates with you more, hence why he is really clingy and quite possessive at times with the increase in crime these past few days he just wants to cling onto you every chance he gets.

spiderman!kazuha who tends to not go to your house late at night and instead just stares at your window from afar. Not that he doesn't want to visit you, he's afraid that villians might follow him and might risk you getting hurt..

spiderman!kazuha who isn't a risk taker when it comes to you, he'll always make sure you stay far away whenever a fight occurs in the city. He doesn't even want to know what life would be if he lost you.

spiderman!kazuha who's love language is acts of service and words of affirmation.

❝ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐥. 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐩 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠? ❞

kazuha with his hair down

imagine kazuha with his hair down, the strong wind of the sea had blown his hair tie away, his silky sikver hair free from it's confinement and he looks absolutely stunning as usual.

the red streak in his hair only adds to his beauty, it goes so well with his silver hair. you can't help but wonder what kazuha does to keep his hair so healthy and beautiful.

you wish kazuha would let his hair down more often, you know that he keeps it up because it gets in his face but the way his hair frames his face is just ethereal.

his hair is so soft too, it rarely gets tangled so you can just slide your fingers down his locks without any problems whatsoever. kazuha loves it when you play with his hair, your gentle fingers massaging his scalp insantly makes him feel sleepy. with his heightened senses, he feel the pleasure even more.

you might start hiding his hair ties at this point because your boyfriend is just gorgeous.

can we, please?

cw: very fluffy (as a small compensation for smth horrible to come), heavy skinship and cuddling, mentions of some of them being naked but nothing sexual, please tell me if there's anything i missed!

summary: one question of asking them to stay longer, and who are they to refuse you?

incl: kazuha, scaramouche, xiao, albedo.

KAEDEHARA KAZUHA

a blueish sky, and an ocean of twinkling lights that reflect the moon were your usual views when waking up. life at sea demanded that you were roused from slumber before the first rays of the sun, and captain beidou always makes sure that the entire crew was awake by yelling so loud in the morning.

today, the absence of her commanding voice tells you enough of what's the status out in the open sea. tranquil waves and soft breezes indicates that you wouldn't spend your early hours adjusting the ship's sails and watching out for a harsh ocean.

alas, your body is too used to being abruptly awakened every morning that you find yourself glaring at the ceiling inside your quarters, with kazuha still sound asleep by your side.

you steal a peek at the samurai, whose naked chest is half covered by your shared blanket and whose breathing is relaxed, a sleep he highly deserves when he takes up so much chores in his free time.

you didn't want to leave your lover alone when he wakes, and yet you can't help tossing and turning about from the energy coursing in your body. kazuha seems to have sensed your restlessness and has been roused from slumber.

“good morning, dove. whatever has gotten you so restless at this early hour?” he asks, kazuha's morning voice sending your heart into a frenzy as you turn to fully face him.

“i can't sleep anymore, my body is too used to being awake at this hour but i don't want to get up yet.”

“you do know that captain has a few sets of chores for those who wake up first thing, right??”

“i don't want to scrub the deck after you lot went drinking so much last night!” you whined quietly, a pout following suit when he laughs at your complaints and stretches his limbs, a tell tale that he plans to start his day early.

“well then, i guess i'll do it for you inste–”

“can we stay here, please? i just want to... stay close to you for now.”

kazuha stills, the blanket pooling by his waist exposing his body marred with various scars. he smiles then, and returns to laying back down while pulling you closer to him, allowing you to snuggle your cheeks close to his chest while kazuha pulls the blanket back to cover both your bodies.

“as you wish, my love.”

SCARAMOUCHE

despite living in an inazuman mansion and having many men and riches at his disposal, the 6th of the fatui harbingers finds that his most luxurious possession is time. his job as a harbinger requires many demands, and he knows that the tsarita's goals won't come to fruition if they all stay idled for a long time.

scaramouche bears suspicion when he naturally awakens, none of his secretaries or agents knocking abruptly at his shared room. he sits up and quickly puts on his black haori, preparing to start the day when he hears your hands patting the futon as if you were searching for his warmth. you open your eyes, disoriented by sleep and your lover's body missing from his side of the bed.

“where are you going today?”

“it's suspiciously quiet. those fools haven't yet knocked on our doors so early today that i figured they'd perished.”

you chuckled at his grumblings, sitting up and leaning your head by his shoulders—your face and body lazily leaning its weight into his as scaramouche leans closer to you.

“the agents came early actually, but it was me who got woken up. they said that the tsaritsa has no new missions for you and the agents would be finishing up the last mission.”

“why didn't you wake me then?”

“hmm, you looked too peaceful in your sleep.”

he rolls his eyes at what you said, but affectionately strokes your arms bound by his waist. the rough palms that had known combat felt so cold from the climate in the cryo archon's land.

“well, since you have nothing to do today, how about we go back to sleep, hmm?”

such an enticing offer, and scaramouche hasn't indulged himself in your embrace and love for awhile. maybe then, he should give his soldiers a rare display of gratitude by not yelling for a day for not disrupting his rare free time with you.

“such a needy thing; did you miss me that much?” he sighs exasperated, yet he returns under the covers and holds your hand close to his chest.

“very well then, i shall indulge you today for as long as you like.”

XIAO

in rare moments that the clouds are gray and the birds chirping aren't too loud due to the cold stormy winds, you will find him laid by your side. free of his jade spear and mask, xiao allows himself to sleep next to you.

the scent of rain from last night lingers by the opened window, droplets of water still making impact by his room's window pane and gray clouds overcast cover the sun shine.

you stir in your slumber, consciousness starting to clear the hazy fog in your head as you minutely shiver from the morning cold. your body was exposed to the chilly weather, with xiao accidentally hogging your blanket when he slept by your side last night. you fondly sigh, finding it hard to get mad at the yaksha for stealing your blanket.

you turn to face his bare back, drawing mini shapes and what-nots to entertain yourself. the adeptus who was previously deep in sleep squirmed, and looks around his surroundings to find the perpetrator who made his skin a canvas.

“must you make my back a source of entertainment for you?”

“you hogged my blanket last night, mister. it's just my payback. fair and square, don't you think?”

he scoffs, unable to refute your statement as your giggles get muffled when xiao turns around and envelopes you under the blanket within his embrace.

“i thought ‘demons don't stop for rain'? don't you have demons to kill today?” you questioned, enjoying the warmth his body was providing and hoping that xiao gets the hint.

“humans stay inside during stormy weather,” he explains as he runs his hands across your back, “demons won't have anything to feast on aside from measly slimes.”

“then, would you be able to stay longer today?”

xiao immediately senses the emotions laced in your innocent question. hesitance that knows he is loyal to his duties and never neglectful of his contracts, neediness that yearns to touch him longer and greediness that wants nothing more but to capture his time in your hands.

“yes, i'd be able to stay here longer. maybe then we could go down later for food, and stay the entire day here together.”

“ahh, i knew you loved me so even if you hog my blankets every time.”

“go back to sleep.”

ALBEDO

bubbling substances, low crackles from the fire, and the shifting of albedo's feet were the perfect white noise suitable to send any human with a decent sleep schedule straight into dreamland.

unfortunately for you, your lover was not of mortal nature and he took great advantages over his lack of need for sleep.

“'bedo, i'm amazed that you managed to knock out klee and her energy levels by simply focusing so good on your experiments.”

“white noise easily lulls any person asleep as it is soothing to hear. is she sound asleep at her bedroom now?”

you nod absently, the drowsiness from being waken up by louder noise was too thick in your mind. you thought nothing but how to return to your delightful slumber but find that you're not used to sleeping without albedo by your side.

“do you really need to finish that experiment tonight, though? don't you feel like snuggling into cold pillows and drifting off for a bit?”

“is that an attempt to entice me into cuddling you tonight?” albedo doesn't even look away from his experiments when he drops the question on you. you let out a scandalized gasp, dramatics seeping into your actions in order to hide your true intentions.

“how dare you accuse me of something so lowly, mr. alchemist! to think that a knight would point a finger like this!”

that seemingly catches his attention, which prompts him to turn around just to see you sitting up with a hand over chest. your lips were quivering, fighting the urge to let out a triumphant laugh now that you've caught his attention.

“there we are! now that i have your attention, can we please just go to sleep and cuddle? i... missed you today, albedo.”

he sighs, yet wordlessly cleans up his desk before leaving the bedroom to get changed into more suitable nightwear. albedo immediately welcomes himself into your arms as you both flop together into the bed.

“i'm sorry that i didn't pay much attention today to you, my love. i guess i got caught up too much in my experiments again.”

“heh, so long as you are aware, my dear prince. i wouldn't mind waiting for you, y'know.”

he breathes in slowly and exhales through his mouth, his body pressing closer to you as he says the following words.

“don't worry. so long as you ask me to stay, i will always oblige your wishes, my love.”

RESEARCHER'S NOTE: hehe i have had no proper thoughts but cuddling with these boys :((

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breaking up, breaking down

pairing/s: albedo, childe, diluc, kazuha, scaramouche, xiao, venti, zhongli x gn!reader

summary: if there’s anything you can expect to be consistent in life, it’s that everything has an end. or — genshin men and how they are after you break up with them.

note: angsty in everyone’s part, but it got too lighthearted in childe’s bc i simply cannot take that ginger seriously (affectionate)

ALBEDO

There aren’t any notable changes to his routine. He’d still go about his day, working on his experiments and scribbling down notes, occasionally taking a break to sketch a pretty flower he saw or the wing pattern of a passing butterfly.

And then he finds himself drawing the outline of an eye, then a nose, then lips. Until he suddenly stops in the middle of drawing a strand of your hair blowing in the wind, your face frozen in a smile staring back at him through the canvas of his sketchbook.

It hits him then, the realization, the heart-wrenching clarity of what happened that leaves him sitting in his chair, staring at your face in paper and wondering where he went wrong.

He tries to distract himself by continuing his research, but his mind has a hard time focusing on what needs to be done. It’s agonizing, he doesn’t think he’s felt this way before, never even thought he’d ever feel such pain. In a way, he’s glad his master isn’t here to make a study of what emotional pain means to an artificial human like him.

He sees you two weeks after you broke up with him, laughing as you tried to haggle with a merchant for their wares, unaware of the charm you exude that draws people in like moths to a flame. But then your gaze moves, searching through the crowd—and Albedo should really leave now, avoid barging into your life because there simply isn’t a place for him there anymore—but he does none of that.

Your eyes meet. He doesn’t think he was imagining it when he saw yours dim for the briefest moment. (His heart hurts. Why are you looking at him like that?)

You make your way through the busy street to reach him. He tells himself he should leave, but for the first time in his life, he does what contradicts his logic and stays.

“You look good,” you tell him, something melancholic in the tone of your voice. Oh, if only you knew.

“You as well.” He wants to say more, wants to say how radiant you looked under the sun, the light hitting you in just the right way that has him itching to grab a pencil and immortalize the image in paper—but he holds his tongue. “I need to go.”

Your face falls. He wishes he wasn’t the cause of it. “Ah, right. You must be busy, as usual.” There isn’t a hint of bitterness to your voice, just resignation.

He leaves after bidding you goodbye, feeling the heat of your gaze at his back as he walked away.

CHILDE

He wants you and he will do everything in his power to have you back.

In the early days after you broke up, you won’t hear a word from him. Not a peep. You only hear passing news that dead monsters and hilichurl camps near the vicinity of your home have been utterly eradicated. Passing travelers claim how the areas were ‘strangely flooded’ even though it hasn’t rained in weeks.

Then come the gifts. From flowers to clothes to accessories to different delicacies that are all worth more than your entire life’s paycheck. And when that doesn’t work, Childe sets to work on his recruits.

You suddenly find yourself constantly being approached by a startling amount of Fatui recruits ranging from normal lackies to gunners to cicin mages, and even that one memorable time when a mirror maiden approached you in the middle of buying groceries and proceeded to buy everything in the store, saying all of it was for you.

The Fatui recruits had one thing in common: they all had nothing but praises to say for the Eleventh Fatui Harbinger.

“Master Childe defeated all the recruits in under ten seconds!” “Have you heard how Lord Harbinger killed twenty geovishaps and came out without a single scratch?” “I saw him buying that exact same shirt yesterday, it cost one million mora! He’s so rich!” “Lord Tartaglia has been so down lately. He keeps saying how much he misses his beloved.”

“Did you know? Even Lady Signora wept after she heard that you and Master Childe broke up.” That one, you’re certain never actually happened, and you made sure to tell that with an unimpressed look to the pyro agent who told you. As if Signora would ever cry, she’d probably throw a party for you for finally leaving Childe.

In the end, after cycling through so many recruits, he had no choice but to come to you directly.

…Which is how you woke up at six in the morning to the ground shaking and the sound of an eerily familiar laugh right outside your house.

You open your window to find Childe fighting a lawachurl right in front of your house, a ring of Fatuus surrounding and cheering him on. His smile brightens to an almost comical degree once he sees you and your bedhead squinting out from a window.

“You look so stunning today, beloved!” He steps back from an earth-shattering punch by the lawachurl. “I’ve brought you the biggest lawachurl I could find so I can show you how worthy I am of you!”

He then proceeds to—and you have to blink a few times to see if you’re not hallucinating—fist fight the lawachurl. And he’s actually winning. No vision, no weapon. Just his bare fists.

When the commotion wakes up your entire neighborhood, you have to go down there and yell at him to stop or take this fight somewhere that isn’t right in front of your house! He complies with a grin and a promise saying he’ll meet you later.

There’s something fond curling in your chest that you try and fail to smother. With an exasperated tone, you tell him that yes, you’ll find time in your busy schedule to meet him. He lights up like you just agreed to marry him and yells out rapid orders in Snezhnayan to his recruits.

“I’ll see you later!” He blows a kiss in your direction that you ignore. You turn away and walk back into your house, trying (and failing) to fight the growing smile on your face.

DILUC

It’s not evident to anyone who doesn’t know him well, but Diluc takes it close to heart and buries it among countless other regrets that have accumulated in his life. The turbulent feelings that threaten to overcome his mind at any hour of the day manifests itself in him becoming more withdrawn.

He’s gloomy, more brooding than usual, and the reason becomes apparent once the other patrons notice the lack of a certain person who usually sits by the bar during his shifts. Your usual laugh accompanied by teasing grins and playful swats at his long hair when you think no one is looking are nowhere to be seen.

One particularly drunk person had come up to him as he was wiping down the counters and asked why you weren’t there. Anyone who had been there to see the sight would tell you that he didn’t say anything, hadn’t been able to say anything. He just… stood there, hands frozen mid-motion and eyes drawn somewhere, lost in thought.

He slips up sometimes. Asks the maids to prepare a dinner for two only to stop in the middle of talking as he realizes what he just said. At breakfast, he pauses in the middle of reading his daily papers to turn his head to the right, a question on the tip of his tongue that dies when he sees the empty spot you usually occupied. It’s the pitying gazes that follow when he slips up that he hates the most.

He makes your favorite drink sometimes, on the days when he’s on shift and feeling particularly self-destructive. It stays hidden under the bar counter, hoping against hope that you’ll walk through the door and greet him with an upbeat ‘good evening!’ that makes his day all the more better. You never do.

It’s on a bright, sunny morning when he’s out overseeing the delivery of wine to the tavern that he sees you again. His heart soars for all but a second before it comes crashing down, because Diluc Ragnvindr does not deserve nice things.

You’re holding the hand of some nondescript man, grinning and laughing and emitting such a great sense of contentment that he can almost feel it from where he’s standing meters away from you.

You’re happy. It’s been months and he’s still wallowing in old hurts. You’re happy.

Did you ever smile like that when you were with him? He likes to think so, but the realistic, pessimistic thought is that you’re probably better off not being with him. You’re happy. Happier now than you were when you were with him.

Everything he’s ever loved has been hurt directly and indirectly by his hands. He turns away from the sight of you and pretends to be preoccupied with his task. Maybe it’s for the best that you left before it could happen.

KAZUHA

He tries not to take it to heart. He understands why you left, knows it before you even made the decision to leave. And in the aftermath, much like a leaf adrift in the wind, he roams about aimlessly, lost in thought.

Grief is not an emotion he’s unfamiliar with. As he sits by the cliffs overlooking the endless ocean, grief burrows its way to his chest like an old, unwelcome friend. He doesn’t fight it. He’s learned the hard way that fighting it is a losing battle, like picking at a scab, hoping that doing so will make it heal faster, yet only succeeding in worsening the wound.

Kazuha isn’t a stranger to loneliness, of letting the wind kiss his tears away as they dried on his cheeks. He is, however, unfamiliar with this new kind of ache in his chest. And only after much rumination does he conclude what it might be.

The loss of his family, the loss of his heritage, the loss of his friend, and now, the loss of his lover. A master of loss, he could almost call himself. His old friend would certainly find such a title amusing.

He finds himself writing letters to you, even with the knowledge that he’ll never be able to send them to you. It’s the thought that comforts him, the pretense that he still has someone to tell of his travels, someone to simply come home to, even when he knows he isn’t welcome anymore.

In his weakest moment, when he had too much to drink and too little self-restraint, he sends one of the letters to you. He’s forgotten whether it’s the one where he laments the loss of your presence, the one where he begs you to have him back, or the one where only three words are written, a small blot in the ink where a stray tear had fallen.

He waits, and waits, and waits a little more, staying for a whole month in the small village he’d addressed the letter from for the small, improbable event that you may have written back. He learns later on that the letter never made it to your hands. The ship it had been on had lost all its cargo to the sea, including his letter. When he heard the news, he hadn’t known whether to be relieved or lament on what could have been.

It isn’t unpleasant to see you again. Kazuha has had time to let go of his hurt, but still, the image of your nostalgia-inducing eyes leave in him a sense of loss he thought he had already settled. Your mirage smiles, “Kazuha.” Had he been a weaker man, he would have folded and swept you up in his arms.

Nobody asks why his eyes have a slight sheen to it after he forces himself to walk away from you. He stands atop the beach and lets the waves wash over his bare feet, closing his eyes and imagining what could have been had he let himself succumb to the desire of holding you one last time, even if you were merely a mirage from the past.

Truly, the golden apple archipelago is a place where dreams are made into reality.

SCARAMOUCHE

He tries to act above it all, feigning indifference as if the entire thing is just a mild inconvenience to him.

Oh, you’re leaving him? That’s fine, he doesn’t care. Do you know how many people would kill to share his bed? You were tolerable, a way to pass time. Don’t think you were anything special. You, a normal person? Don’t make him laugh. You were nothing more than a pet he kept because you entertained him. It’s good that you’re leaving, actually. It saves him the trouble of having to get rid of you.

He’s… not very kind about it all. Defensive and on guard, hackles raising with every word that comes out of his mouth. He hates every second of it, but he can’t stop because stopping is to admit defeat, it means having to acknowledge that you meant something to him after hundreds of years of loneliness. He let you in his carefully guarded walls, and now—now you’re leaving him? Abandoning him after he bared himself open to you?

You are just like her.

Scaramouche stops before he can say those last words. The red that had been threatening to overcome his vision slowly recedes, leaving a numbing sort of clarity that washes over him like the rising tides of Inazuma’s beaches. His mouth feels dry, throat closing up.

There are tears streaming down your face.

He wishes you’d do something. Hit him, yell at him, curse his name. Anything. Just… anything but this silence that hangs heavy in the air, cloying in it’s thickness and threatening to drown him with words that can never be taken back.

He doesn’t apologize, won’t ever apologize. He is a god, and not even you would make him say those damnable words. He sees the way your eyes dim in understanding as you realize the same thing, and that, perhaps, is why you turn your back to him and walk away.

He wishes he could say that he called out for you, that he grabbed your arm and made you stay, that he just… held you. Instead, he watches you leave him, face blank and a phantom ache resonating in his hollow chest. The silence after you leave feels like the night before his creator abandoned him.

He tells himself it’s fine, that you’ll come back. You always do. This is just one of many arguments that always get resolved after a day or so—except. Except, he doesn’t let himself think of any other possibility. You’ll come back. (You have to.)

The months following your absence is a blur, spikes of irritation mixed with hateful words and barbed insults directed towards anyone who so much as breathed the wrong way. His subordinates are half-contemplating desertion just to escape his wrath. They all wonder where you’ve gone. You’re usually the one who soothes the Balladeer when he’s in one of his moods, like the godsend that you are. Though none of them are brave enough to mention your name after what he did to the foolish recruit who asked of your whereabouts.

Years pass. You never did come back.

He still gets the occasional reports about you and your general wellbeing, still sends out his best soldiers to clear out any monsters who’ve settled near your home. You never find anyone else after him. It brings a strange sense of relief in him when his monthly reports on you end up without a hint of a new lover.

He tries to forget you, but even with a new heart and the ascendance to godhood, there is still a lingering sense of loss and past regrets.

XIAO

He lets you go without argument. He’s used to people leaving him, but this is… different.

The thought of you there, physically within reach yet unable to to cross the distance that separates you from him. It’s a different kind of agony from the ones that have afflicted him for millennia.

He sometimes finds himself standing by the balcony of Wangshu Inn, eyes roaming over the vast landscape of Dihua Marsh, looking for the slightest hint of your silhouette. The sound of footsteps coming up the stairs always attracts his attention, anticipating your signature greeting and the smell of whatever mortal sustenance you’ve deigned to make for him to, as you once put it, let him experience the delicacies that this world has to offer.

You can’t call yourself ‘having lived a long life’ if you haven’t tried all the tasty food, Xiao!

…He misses you, though he will never admit it, perhaps not even to Rex Lapis himself.

His time—which once consisted of you, killing monsters, you again, roaming the lands for the remains of old gods, tasting whatever you cooked for him, and accompanying you so you can get home safely—is now comprised of nothing but endless slaughter. He tells himself it’s not a distraction, but it’s a thinly veiled excuse, weak even to his own ears. How low he has fallen to create such feeble excuses to justify the hurt that spreads from his chest to the tips of his fingers.

He used to pick up small things and trinkets in his time scouring the land for evil. A shiny pebble that reminded him of your eyes, a particularly large sweetflower that you would gape comically at once he showed you, qingxin flowers he plucked from the highest mountains just so he can see the way your face lights up in a smile. He still does all these things, only now, the objects are stored in a realm made in the likeness of your home, placing each one in a shelf or table that he thinks you would have arranged them in.

One time, he panics when he sees the flowers start to wilt, and in the heat of the moment, he placed adeptal power in them to ensure they will never die. To this day, he isn’t sure why he did so, only that he imagined at the time how upset you would be that they died in his care, even though he knows how unlikely it is that you will ever discover his hobby of collecting flowers and storing them in his realm.

Perhaps he hopes you’ll come back to him, so that when you do, he can see the way your eyes brighten up once he shows you everything he got for you while you were away.

It’s unlikely, he knows, but it’s nice to dream of it. He thinks his siblings would be proud to see him finally have a little hope for something.

VENTI

He spends the rest of the week in the tavern drinking as much as he can. For once, Diluc doesn’t try to reproach him for drinking what he can’t pay for.

He doesn’t exactly get drunk—can’t get drunk, more like. To a god like him, drinking a hundred barrels of Mondstadt’s finest wines won’t even be enough to get him tipsy. He is the god of freedom (and wine, he’d like to add), he can outdrink every single one of the archons and still have enough semblance to go to war. And yet…

You appear on the seventh day like a salvation, face contorted in worry when you see him slumped on the counter and one inch away from falling off the stool. It isn’t difficult to act the part of a drunken bard, pretending to sway on his feet and donning a fake intoxicated grin as he asked Charles for another glass.

The wind tells him of your arrival, but he ignores it just as he ignores the way his heart soars when the wind brings him the barest hint of your scent. He wishes you didn’t come here. He wishes he didn’t act so drunkenly. He wishes you were more heartless and ignored whoever must have tattled on him drinking Angel’s Share into bankruptcy.

You call his name. He pretends he’s asleep just so he doesn’t have to face his problems. Ha. How ironic. Will he wake up to Mondstadt destroyed by the remains of Khaenri’ah this time? He nearly did once.

He hears you sigh before he feels you bring his arm across your shoulders. You help him get off the stool, an arm around his waist to help keep him steady. The weight of Diluc’s disapproving gaze for deceiving you about his drunkenness is heavy, but he tells himself it’s alright. He just… wants to be selfish for once. If he has to act drunk to feel your arms around him again, he’ll suffer this humiliation as many times as he can.

“Venti,” you start as you walk him in the direction of your home. “I was worried, you know. Aether told me how much you’d been drinking since…” You trail off. He feels you shaking your head before continuing, “Just… don’t be so reckless with your health.” You laugh, mildly sardonic that’s directed more towards yourself than him. “Ah, what am I saying… you won’t even have any recollection of this tomorrow anyway.”

He wants to say something, but saying something means breaking this moment between you, it means revealing that he doesn’t actually need your help because once he starts speaking, the dam will break and everything will come spilling out. I’m sorry, I miss you, I love you.

The front door to your house opens. He’s gently placed down your couch, a blanket thrown over him as you thoughtfully take his shoes off for him. He feels you linger by his side, can practically hear the conflict in you.

He’s unprepared for the feeling of your warm breath on his skin, your lips hovering over his face before placing a chaste kiss on his forehead. “Goodnight, Venti.”

He leaves before the sun rises.

ZHONGLI

He only smiles, small and understanding with a hint of sorrow at the corner of his eyes.

He tells you he’ll respect your decision, but should you change your mind, he will always be here. You say it’s doubtful, he would’ve probably found someone else by then. Zhongli doesn’t correct you, only leans in and places his lips on the top of your head, as gentle as he’s always been with you, somehow managing to convey with a single gesture how high he holds you in regard.

And for the barest, infinitesimal moment, you half-contemplate the idea of staying. It’s a wishful thought. You end up leaving before you can change your mind.

He’s still as grounded as ever, but there’s a fragility to it, a certain brittleness that threatens to crumble from within him. He is the Lord of Geo, and yet he is so easily undone by you. The pain is temporary, he knows from past losses, but it doesn’t lessen the ache that resonates in his chest.

For the first time in his long life, he curses his golden memory that makes him incapable of forgetting, though that which he curses is also something he is grateful for. He can’t bear having to suffer losing the memories of your time together.

Your relationship is amiable, like that of old, awkward friends you had fallen out of touch with rather than that of old lovers. It’s what you wanted after all, this sense of normalcy. He has become such a vital part of your daily life that you simply couldn’t cut him off of your life entirely.

He doesn’t know which is worse; having to act as a mere friend when he wants nothing more than to wrap you in his arms and never let go, or to have no contact with you at all.

Morax is not one to ask for things, not one to plead his case to anyone. He was a selfish and proud god, a necessity that was shaped from him by the war. To love a mortal enough to leave his throne and fake his death would have been unthinkable. But that is why he is no longer Morax. He is Zhongli.

And Zhongli? He wants you. Desperately. Enough that he is willing to beg should you ask it of him.

His deceased enemies would laugh in mockery at what has become of the fearsome Morax. How low he has fallen—but it is a burden he is willing to bear. He will suffer as many humiliations as it takes to have you back.

The only issue is that you don’t want him anymore. But he is a man who finds gold where others would see stone. If he has to build his way up from friendship all over again, then it is a task he will do so gladly. As many times as it takes for you to want him back.

# — pairing: (barista)spidey!kazuha x gn!reader

# — characters: gender neutral reader, spider-man (kazuha), barista!kazuha (briefly), beidou, chongyun, barbara, shinobu (mentioned)

# — warnings: mentions of minor character death

# — summary: happy birthday, dear spider-man~ 🎶

# — tags: fluff, brief angst, hurt/comfort(-ish), yes there's kisses involved who do you think i am

# — notes: here it is! a birthday fic for my special boy on his special day 🥺 i took a couple hours out of yesterday to churn this one out, and i want to thank @the-travelling-witch @catcze @kazeyu and @kazu-sun for reading this ahead of time to both give me advice and boost my confidence! i love you guys vvv much and i couldn't have posted this without your help 💕 like always, reblogs and reactions are greatly appreciated, and i hope you enjoy!

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Silence is a privilege. You learned this very early on. To be silent, to bask in the stillness of a room, is a privilege not often awarded to people like you. You’re an energizer; a people chaser. You seek chaos and the wreckage that comes with it all so you can find something to fix within it. People flee from crime scenes and accidents, but you invite them. Of course you have to be careful when taking pride in a fact like that -- it’s not like you want people to get hurt, but how else would you be able to pursue your passion?

From the time you were young, you sought to help others in their greatest times of need. You were the first to help an injured kid to their parents when they got hurt on the playground and the first to dial the paramedics during a freak accident; you were the first to drop some sneaky medical facts on your teachers in your high school biology courses and the first to volunteer to dissect something for your lab courses. “The Good Samaritan”, your peers called you. “Our school’s very own guardian angel.” So it came as a surprise to no one that you got a full ride scholarship to the best university in the city with acceptance into their competitive medical program. You dove headfirst into your studies immediately after your high school graduation in hopes of getting ahead of the program when orientation started.

It’s hard for you to say anything bad about the whole thing, really. But if you had to conjure up a single complaint, it’s that your field is so noisy. The beeping of the pagers, the crackle of overhead intercoms, the rushed medical jargon falling from fellow doctor’s lips like waterfalls, the groans and cries of agonized patients and distressed families. There’s no time for peace. You regret it at times -- being as wound up as you are 24/7 is bound to take a toll on your health one day -- but the pros outweigh the cons most of the time. Besides, you tell yourself, you’re not a resident just yet; you can have peace and quiet at home at the end of the day, right? Right.

As of late, however, you’ve been wrong. Peace and quiet is nothing but a dream to you now and it’s all thanks to the city’s “beloved” vigilante.

Standing at the taller end of five feet (he’ll never give you an exact number), Spider-Man has become the sole reason why you can only hope and pray to the powers that be for a night of pure silence. He doesn’t swing by every night (thank the stars), but he’s in your apartment, lying half-dead on your carpet on most days which is enough to make you want to start pulling out your hair. You’d think that a man with enough flesh wounds to kill a normal person twice over would be silent as he gets treated, but no, he somehow manages to weave bizarre topics out of thin air whenever he’s with you. It doesn’t help that he’s incredibly smart, smarter than he likes to let on, and snarky, too. Sometimes, you want to take off the mask that he wears, ball it up, and shove it in his mouth.

..Oh, but who are you kidding? Annoying as he might be, you’ve got a thing for the man, even if you don’t know who he is. He’ll drop by during the daytime whenever he sees you alone and sometimes, he’ll even give you things that he picked up during his little patrols -- plushies from outside vendors, wildflowers from the park… Once, he gave you a freshly clipped rose from a florist that was doing handouts not too far from where you were seated. The truth is that you like him and sometimes, you wonder if he likes you, too. It’d be complicated thanks to your existing crush on the cute barista of the cafe that you frequent, but it’d be a nice change of pace.

(Ah, love. Yet another noisy thing that you’re not quite sure you want to actually let into your life.)

Speaking of a change of pace, tonight is a quiet one. You’re not quite sure if that’s a good thing yet. You’ve heard sirens in various spots around your apartment, but each one died down within twenty minutes. You took that as a sign that Spider-Man’s been swinging here and there, which means that he’s bound to drop by sometime soon. So, rather than let your guard down, you decided to stand on your balcony with a comfy sweater pulled over your head. The night air is crisp and cool, albeit a bit stuffy from all the cars zipping about. When you exhale, you can see your breath coming out in puffs of white smoke. It’s nice -- the chill keeps you alert.

You let your mind wander while you wait for your patient to arrive. Embarrassingly enough, the first thing your thoughts drift to is the barista that you saw this morning. Kazuha’s always so upbeat during the day, even more so when he sees you (a fact that does very little to quell the excited thrumming in your veins whenever you see his face). He looked a little more tired today than he does normally -- when asked if he was okay, he merely told you not to worry too much about him. You’d agreed so as to not overwhelm him, but that didn’t stop you from stealing glances the entire time you were there. He caught you at some point and gave you a wink -- just thinking about it sends your stomach aflutter. It would be terrible if something was wrong with him, you think. Would you be able to help him?

You don’t get to think about it much more as a figure sailing through the air catches your eye. Spider-Man is so easy to spot, even in the darkness above the streetlights. You tense, somewhat hoping he doesn’t spot you. If he doesn’t, you could maybe get around to fantasizing about Kazuha a little more. Unfortunately for you and your potential fantasies, he does; Spider-Man changes course right before your eyes and lands on your balcony railing. He doesn’t lose balance once, instead remaining in a steady crouching position with ease. He really is something to behold.

You stretch languidly, relishing in the way your bones pop. “Alright,” you say as you turn towards your balcony door, “where’s it hurt this time?”

To your surprise and immediate concern, Spider-Man doesn’t speak right away. He adjusts himself so that he’s sitting on your railing instead, with one leg pulled up to his chest and the other dangling towards the floor. “No injuries tonight, doc’.” He rests his cheek on his knee and turns his head to face you. “I just wanted to see you. Is that okay?”

If it were a few months prior, you would’ve said no. Now, the very thought of turning him away causes needles to press at your chest. You close your balcony door and head back over, resting your arms on the railing beside him. “Of course.”

Spider-Man must hear something in your voice that you don’t, because he shakes his head slightly. “You can say no, lovebug. I don’t want to bother you.”

“If you were bothering me, I would’ve told you to leave.” You frown at him. There’s negativity rolling off of him in waves. That’s not like him at all. “Are you okay?”

“I…” He reaches for the back of his neck before pausing. He lets his arm drop. Was he about to--? “I don’t know.”

You nudge him gently with your shoulder. Go on, you say silently. What’s up?

Spider-Man picks up on your invitation and sighs. “Do you… like your birthday, by any chance?”

“Me?” You tilt your head curiously. “I guess so. Why?”

“I guess I’m really not normal.” He turns his head, looking past you and into your apartment. “I don’t like mine at all.”

You connect the dots rather quickly. You’d feign excitement, but clearly, doing so would do nothing. If anything, it might make things awkward. “Is… today your birthday, Spider-Man?” When he nods, you make a small humming noise. “Would me saying ‘happy birthday’ cheer you up, or..?”

“If it’s you,” he says, his voice soft, “then yes, probably.” You don’t say it right away. You hesitate because of his tone, but he takes the opportunity to keep speaking. “I lost someone important to me a few years ago today.” He inhales sharply. “And a few more in the years prior. Today’s more of a day of mourning than anything else.”

Your heart shatters. You wonder if he knows how small he sounds. “I--”

“They say you shouldn’t spend your birthday alone,” he continues, “so I decided to stop by. You’re all I have left, lovebug.” You can hear the fake smile in his voice when he speaks again. “You’re going to have a hard time getting me off your back. Sorry.”

You don’t know what to say. The silence lingers and all that can be heard is the sound of cars rolling by on the street below. A car horn blares every so often at the light nearby, but you still remain quiet.

Is that why he always comes back? Because really and truly, he has no one else in his life? You can’t say the same for yourself -- you have Kazuha to keep your heart and mind occupied during your down time; you have Beidou, Hu Tao, and Chongyun to keep you busy at school; you have Barbara and Shinobu to keep you on your toes at work. You have friends, people to fall back on. But Spider-Man… doesn’t. And it’s not like you can just introduce him to your friends, either.

To think that you’ve been complaining about him when all he’s been doing is spending time with the only person who gives him the proper time of day.

The guilt that seizes you makes you hiss softly. What do you do now? You’ve had tender and serious moments with Spider-Man before, but this is too different. Do you apologize for being an asshole? What good would that even do? Do you make a gift for him on the spot? No; that might make him feel worse…

“I’m grateful for you.” Spider-Man’s voice cuts your thoughts short. “I really am. I’m sorry for dragging you into my mess. I hope you can forgive me.”

“If I… didn’t want to be involved,” you manage, “I would have told you to stay away a long time ago. Don’t apologize; I want to be by your side.”

Again, you hear a sharp intake of breath. “That’s--”

“Dangerous? Stupid? Yeah, I’m aware. But since I’ve never told you this out loud before, you’re my friend, Spider-Man.” You rest a hand on top of his without looking him in the eye. “Whether you knew that or not, we’re friends.” It feels weird to say, but you mean every word. Of course, friends don’t think about unmasking each other and kissing them every once in a while, but you’re not going to dwell on that. Your face starts to burn. “I wouldn’t want to be rid of you at all.” You say honestly.

Spider-Man moves his hand so that he’s holding yours. “...I appreciate it.” He says after a brief pause.

And once again, there is silence. It’s one that you can bask in, you find, especially when Spider-Man’s grip on your hand tightens. His presence is comforting, and only now do you realize that he thinks the same of you. The city marches on below your balcony, everyone encased in the same chilly autumn breeze that causes rigid goosebumps to rise on your skin. It’s nice, this silence. Is this the stillness that you’ve been missing out on because of Spider-Man? What are the odds that you’d finally be able to enjoy it with him?

You shudder and sneeze suddenly, shocking the both of you. Spider-Man jolts but eases into a laugh. “Are you cold?” He asks.

You sniff and tug the hood of your sweater up over your head. “No,” you grumble. “You’re cold. I’m just peachy.”

Spider-Man hops down and leads you inside, his fingers still intertwined with yours. “You’re a horrible liar,” he jokes. Once you’re inside, he stands in the threshold and laughs again. “You’re shaking.”

“Why couldn’t your birthday be during the summer or something?” You whine and make yourself small in your sweater. “It’s fucking cold outside.”

“What can I say, I like the fall more.”

“Whatever.” You ball your hands into fists inside your sweater pockets. “You’re not coming inside?”

Spider-Man shakes his head. “Something could still happen. I’m going to head back out.”

An idea comes to mind. It’s a stupid idea, a really, really, really stupid idea, but it's an idea nonetheless. You don't have much in the way of material goods to give him -- it'd be a cold day in hell before you coughed up one of your expensive medical supplies (as if he had any use for those with his speedy healing) -- and despite knowing him for as long as you have, he has yet to give any real hints as to what it is he likes. When you think about it, you realize that Spider-Man's been super careful as to not give you any kind of clues as to what kind of person he is without the mask. All of his likes and dislikes are a complete mystery to you, unfortunately.

Well, almost all of them. He's told you time and time again that he likes this one thing — one person.

“B-Before you do,” you stammer, “what’re your thoughts on birthday gifts?”

You can practically feel the confused look he gives you. “Why?”

Rather than let the embarrassment consume you, you let your body move on its own accord. You walk closer to him and place your hands on either side of his face. “Stay still.” You whisper. Without waiting for his question, you lean forward and place a kiss on his lips right over his mask. You can feel them just beneath the cloth and hear the noise of surprise that he makes, but you don’t let it stop you. You stay there for just a moment longer before pulling away. Your face heats up to an impossible degree and you keep your head turned away to avoid further humiliation. Spider-Man is completely quiet, likely with shock, and it makes you want to bury your head in a hole. He's told you before how much he likes you; even if he was joking, he's said it too many times for you to consider it as just a joke. A kiss should suffice as a gift, right? “Happy birthday," you mutter. “Now go--”

Before you finish speaking, a gloved hand comes over your eyes. You start to question what the hell he’s doing, but a pair of uncovered lips cover your own, silencing your protests. You melt into the kiss after a brief moment of shock and Spider-Man pulls you in closer with his free hand. Closer, closer, and closer still. He kisses you like you're something gentle, fragile, prone to break at any moment. And yet he tilts his head and nips at your bottom lip, kissing you deeply, like you mean something to him.

Friends don't kiss like this.

You can’t think. You can’t move. It’s just you and your masked vigilante and the sound of sirens outside.

The sound is what causes Spider-Man to pull away after a while. He doesn’t uncover your eyes right away and you hear fabric moving -- likely him fixing his mask. When he moves his hand, your vision feels hazy and your throat tight. You stand there in limbo, the two of you just staring at each other. You tug on the strings of your hoodie gently. “You should, um… you should get going.”

You wonder how he’s looking at you right now. Spider-Man clears his throat. “I… Yeah. You’re right.” He starts to reach for you, but he drops his hand and balls it into a fist by his side. “Will I… see you tomorrow?”

It’s a hesitant question -- a request, if not anything else. Am I allowed to see you tomorrow? You nod without hesitation. Who are you to refuse him? “Yeah.”

Spider-Man’s shoulders drop with relief. “Okay. Then…” He walks backwards onto your balcony and raises two fingers in his usual salute. “...Thank you for the birthday gift.” And with a push backwards, he tumbles off of your balcony and zips into the biting autumn night, leaving you in your living room.

You walk forward and close the door to your balcony. You turn your eyes to the clock on the wall. 12:00 AM, it reads. It’s October 30th. Your kiss was the last and only gift he'd received yesterday.

✦ happy happy happy birthday, kazuha.. i hope he enjoys his day with his new family 🥺💕💗

✦ i'll make an origins post about spidey!kazuha someday, hehe

FLUSTERED, ANGEL?

— things they do that make you flustered.

characters: kaedehara kazuha, xiao, scaramouche / wanderer, albedo, tighnari, cyno, shikanoin heizou, kamisato ayaka, mona megistus, beidou, shenhe, yae miko, gn! reader.

tags: sfw / suggestive, some female leaning pet-names (princess, etc.), mentions of blood and injury (mild), mentions of alcohol and being tipsy.

author’s note: first time attempting to write for some of the girls! i hope you guys enjoy! these are just some short headcanons, the idea came to me and i thought i’d give it a try. thank you @bunny-rambles for suggesting beidou and for being the first one to read these! <3 tagging @alatusprinz as well, since many of your favorites are featured here, akina, and you wanted to read it 💞

KAZUHA.

when he recites poems to you.

his voice is gentle and melodic, akin to a honeyed early autumn breeze. his bandaged hand finds yours, holding it delicately, his thumb tracing patterns over the back of it.

to kazuha, you are beyond ethereal, his muse, his love, who inspires the majority of his poetry. silvery lashes fluter closed when his lips brush against the back of your hand. you’re frozen in place, gaze wide, cheeks rivaling the warmth of the setting sun.

“i adore you, my dove.” kazuha utters, millimeters away from your parted lips, before leaning in, stealing the breath caught in the back of your throat, held there since he started his ministrations, his verses enchanting you as much as his presence and loving gestures.

and when his kisses move from the corner of your lips to your jawline and your neck? kazuha is aware of the effect he has on you, how you tense up at first, to let out pleasured sighs afterwards, your hands tugging slightly at the platinum roots of his long silky hair.

XIAO.

when he scolds you for being reckless / not taking proper care of yourself.

you know your yaksha vowed to protect you, and truth be told, you always tried your best to be extra careful when going out on missions. sometimes, though, injuries and bruises can’t be avoided.

“why didn’t you call my name?” xiao asks you, his tone harsher than he intended. his own scarred hands keep at work bandaging the gash on your arm.

“i didn’t want to bother, xiao.” you point out, nonchalantly. crossing your legs over the bed you’re sat at, head resting on the wall behind you, you add: “it wasn’t that much of a tough fight, and i know you have other, more important, matters to attend to.”

the slam on the wall right beside your head is something you had not expected.

“more important? do you honestly think i could have anything more important to attend to than your safety?” xiao’s golden eyes are intense, almost glowing, brow furrowed in-between concern and frustration, his tattooed arm caging you between him and the wall.

and as you shake your head and stutter a “n-no?” all you can think about is the way the adeptus’ lean muscles are tensed up and how close he is to you right now.

SCARAMOUCHE.

when he asks you to give him your hand.

you swear the wanderer has put a spell on you. his eyes, an all too hypnotic shade of intense violet; his voice, softening when he addresses you. scaramouche extends his hand to you, slender fingers slightly folded when he asks you to take it.

for an instant, you find yourself lost in thought, as if in a trance by the wondrous man that he is. the warm breeze of sumeru’s night ruffles his locks of midnight hair. his free hand comes up to catch the brim of his hat, the veins and tendons prominent when he flexes his fingers.

“well? what are you exactly waiting for?” scaramouche chuckles, an amused and proud glint flitting across his eyes of iris petals. you start, pulled out of your little reverie by his baritone.

you inhale, breath hitching under the wanderer’s inscrutable yet softened gaze. you take his hand. he squeezes it, firmly but gently. together, you take off into the night.

ALBEDO.

when he asks you to model for him.

it’s the nonchalance in his tone and his calm visage that cause your cheeks to warm up. it’s the way he carries himself, elegant, regal, the picture perfect image of a golden prince.

“my love,” the alchemist, now in the role of a painter, begins. “would you do me the honor of being my model?” albedo inquires, thumb tracing your lower lip.

you swallow, the icy air of dragonspine not enough to cool down the heat rising to your face. albedo’s teal eyes regard you, curious, attentive, as if trying to commit to memory every detail, every eyelash and line of your face.

you nod, not trusting your words to not tremble. and when your lover pulls down your sweater, baring your shoulders, the gentlest of kisses landing there, and tells you to keep still, that he will begin to paint you, your heartbeat is loud on your ears.

TIGHNARI.

when he gets sassy, especially when his intention is to tease you, just a little.

your boyfriend is very pretty, undeniably so, his hazel turquoise eyes focused on his task; dark silky hair gently swaying in the rainforest’s soft breeze; his long ears twitching every now and then, velvety tail following suit, swishing from side to side.

there are moments like this, in which you get completely entranced and captured by tighnari’s beauty, by him, your gaze unapologetically focused on his form, and unaware that, you are, in fact, staring.

“love, your eyes are going to get dry if you don’t blink.” tighnari’s voice pulls you out of your daze, your gaze even more wide, if that was possible, at your boyfriend’s teasing tone.

you start, scrambling for words that would die in your throat.

“i- uh… i…” you can feel your heart rate increasing, tighnari’s amused grin making it impossible for your thoughts to clear.

he chuckles, then:

“it’s okay, darling.” tighnari’s lips brush against the corner of yours, you can feel his smile. “i know just the way to make you close your eyes.” he whispers, before leaning in to properly kiss you on the lips.

CYNO.

when he tells you he’ll keep you safe.

cyno is aware you can hold your own in a fight and emerge as the victor. but his instincts and protective nature always urge him to keep you safe and guarded.

the way cyno’s hand wraps softly but firmly around your wrist should be familiar by now and yet, this simple action of his always manages to cause for your breath to hitch.

perhaps it is because it comes with no previous warning; maybe it’s the way his voice drops an octave when he gets close to you and assures you: “you’ll be safe with me.”; and of course, it could also be the caress of his hair on your skin when he leans close to whisper reassuring words, and the intensity of his scarlet gaze.

more than once, he has wondered if you were feeling alright, if there was some danger that he had not sensed yet. it’s endearing, you think, how your boyfriend has no idea of the effect he has on you.

HEIZOU.

when he uses pet names, his green eyes crinkling up with every smile.

the young detective knows very well the effect his compliments and lingering touches have on you. not one to be shy or bashful, heizou uses his flirtatious ways to make your heart skip some beats.

sometimes, he takes you completely by surprise, his arms wrapping around you from behind when you’re preparing breakfast. for a few seconds, he just stays there, the sweetness of your scent making him feel as if his nightly dreams haven’t ended yet. then, out of nowhere, he leans close to your ear, messy strands of his maroon hair tickling you when he whispers:

“good morning, my princess. you look beautiful as ever.”

the pan and spatula you were holding almost clutter to the counter, at the same time an electrifying sensation runs all the way down your spine.

when heizou chuckles, however, nuzzling further into your shoulder, you can help but smile and regard him fondly. what a charmer he can be, but he is your charmer, and that makes you happy, he makes you happy.

AYAKA.

when she is in battle, assisting or protecting you.

the shirasagi himegimi cuts through the battlefield in a rapid dance of frost and steel. her movements are precise, elegant and effective, cutting down opponent after opponent with her blade.

her clear sky gaze is serious, focused, not leaving any room for hesitation, as if she was able to predict every movement from the enemy.

perhaps it is ayaka’s enchanting presence that makes you lose focus, your own weapon knocked out of your grasp before you realize exactly how and when it happened.

“you’re finished!” the kairagi spats, only for the blow to never come.

a clash of metal, then, your girlfriend’s voice, uncharacteristically cold, as the snow and frost she commands.

“i don’t think so!” she announces, knocking the enemy unconscious with a masterful flick of her katana, a rain of frosted sakura petals in her wake.

MONA.

when she teaches you astrology and hydromancy.

mona was always passionate about her craft, that was a known fact to the people of mondstadt, including you. what you had never expected when you first met the mighty astrologist, was that she would end up teaching you some techniques.

mona sits crossed legged across from you, a huge leather-bound book with shiny dark blue covers and golden lettering embossed on them in her hands. her dark bangs fall over her clear teal eyes, flitting from one side of the page to the other. meanwhile, you are trying to learn how to draw star and natal charts. the process is clearly not as easy as your lover makes it seem, multiple calculations and accurate line-art required.

unaware, you let out a huff of frustration, which catches the attention of your partner.

“alright, let me see what you’ve got.” she tells you, a hand on her hip, the other glossing over your papers. “not bad at all.” she muses. “let me see… here.” she says, taking ahold of your hand and guiding your pencil in the right direction. “try like this instead. it will be easier!”

you’re not sure your now distracted and flustered state is going to make the task at hand any less complicated, but for mona, you’ll try. after all, the spark in her eyes, and the excitement she tries to downplay are a cute sight on her.

BEIDOU.

when she’s tipsy and gets more physically affectionate with you in public.

party nights at the alcor were not something uncommon, what with everyone in the crew and the captain’s good mood and love for tasty meals and quality drink, the atmosphere was usually quite suitable for celebration.

the issue, sometimes, was that captain beidou definitely had a high alcohol tolerance, while some of the crew members did not, which resulted in a very drunk and very diverse bunch at the end of the night.

as much as beidou can hold her alcohol, though, it was oftentimes that she drank enough to be tipsy, which resulted in the affections you two kept in her private cabin to be somewhat exposed (to the few members of the crux that weren’t completely inebriated, anyway).

“babe, come here.” beidou smiles, widely, wrapping her strong arms around your middle. it catches you off guard, the way she rests her chin on your shoulder and tightens his hold a little tighter around you so in public.

and perhaps it’s everyone’s chatter and laughter, or the marine breeze lit by the moon, or the knowing look a certain ronin gives you, smiling and walking away to give you and beidou more privacy, but, even though you can’t help being a little shy, you suppose it’s okay to indulge too.

SHENHE.

when she picks you up in her arms.

no matter if it’s exhaustion or a sprained ankle, your girlfriend really doesn’t hesitate to hoist you up and carry you in her arms. gradually, you’re getting used to it, and you have to admit it feels nice, to rest in her plump chest, her heartbeat a relaxing constant as you cross through liyue’s landscapes.

however, the first few times it always took you completely off-guard. you are not sure if it was shenhe’s calm expression or the ease with which she picked you up, as if you weighted nothing, but you remember how you mentioned you were tired once, and next thing you knew you were being carried around.

thinking back on it, it was kind of cute, how shenhe didn’t really understand why you got so shy. you ended up chuckling, pecking her lips softly, a “thank you, dearest.” leaving your lips as you hugged her close under jueyun karst’s moonlight.

what you don’t quite know, however, is that that simple action of yours caused for color to raise to your beloved’s cheeks.

YAE MIKO.

when she wipes traces of food from the corners of your lips.

delicate petals in various shades of soft pink and rose flutter in the early spring breeze at narukami shrine. the sky is clear and cloudless, the last remnants of winter’s snow having melted away weeks ago.

you and lady yae, the guuji of narukami shrine and also your lover, find yourselves enjoying some dango milk, the new sweet drink that’s become so popular in inazuma lately.

yae miko is telling you stories about her past, being a youkai having lived for hundreds of years, her tales are always fantastical and full of magic. her hair, matching the cherry blossoms above, sways delicately with every one of her movements. you can’t help but be in awe at the elegance and presence she carries herself with.

“wait a second, my little one.” she says, inching closer to you, violet eyes focused on your lips. using the back of her index finger, she traces your cupid’s bow, cleaning up the pink sugary residue of the beverage. “there.” she nods, her hand still not separating from your face, which you are sure your lover has realized how hot it has become at her touch.

# when you fall asleep on their chest

arataki itto

goes :0 then :D then :)

pets or strokes your hair 

looks around to see if there’s anything that’ll wake you up; glares at anything that makes a noise

you kiss his nose sleepily

there are hearts in his eyes when they widen along with the biggest smile

falls asleep with a protective bear hug around your figure (your face is smushed into his chest)

probably drools on you

kamisato ayato

you fall asleep as he works at his messy table

smiles with a soft little exhale

puts down anything he’s attending to and adjusts your figure so that you’re facing towards him

tucks your stray hair behind your ear; his fingers grace your cheek

kisses your hand; it’s a habit of his now

drapes his ridiculous suit around you like a roll

falls asleep with your hand intwined with his

thoma 

is probably crocheting/sewing during downtime when you decide to cuddle with him

sets it aside and smiles

thoma is really really comfortingly warm, especially when he puts your arms around you

fixes the position of your head so that your neck won’t get cramped when you wake up; runs his hands through your hair

the ideal nap place is by the big tree in hanamizaka, where all the little animals will come and surround you as you both nap :)

gorou 

is sifting through report documents when you fall asleep on his lap, your head tucked in between his neck

gets really flustered, especially when your head slides down toward his chest

tries to reposition you because he worries your head will slide down to his lap and your legs will collapse to the floor 😭 ?!

you wake up because of this and apologizes a million times

you cup his face with one hand and scratch his ear with the other and tell him to relax

he succumbs to your actions, mumbles something about neglecting his duty and curls up with you in the chair

kaedehara kazuha

you both have the night watch on the alcor

you get bored and point out constellations in the night sky, connecting the stars with your fingers as his eyes sparkle over you in subtle wonder

he falls asleep first, a smile imprinting itself on your neck as he settles in between just after the juncture of your chin and neck

you fluster and try to bat him away in annoyance; he replies with further kisses down your neck, and by shooting you the most lovestruck, sly look

you give in, heart thumping madly as you both fall asleep under the starry sky <3

beidou scolds you the next morning

author’s note : some lazy brainrot while i write kintsugi (yes i’m actually writing it oh wow)  inspired by this post by _yapsharlene ! p.s. the first chapter of kintsugi is now out! show some love for it here <3

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He'll eat you out in your sleep and wake you up just like that. Don't blame him, your pussy taste amazing and he's just pussydrunk off of it! He just loves when you squeeze your legs around his head and buck your hips to his tongue. He adores when you pull him closer to your sopping cunt. He'll lap and suck on your cunt until your overstimulated and can't even remember how many times you came. He'll fucking eat you out like a starved man who hasn't eaten in months and grind and thrust his hips onto the fucking mattress so he can also feel some friction. You just taste that good that he can't even pull away from your overstimulated pussy until his face is all covered in your sticky white cum all over his face :((

—— DILUC, Aether, Venti, CHILDE, Kazuha, GOROU, KAVEH, Tighnari, Wanderer, Cyno

Has ANYONE read that one royal au kazuha fic where reader thinks hes a commoner or like villager or something and he sneaks into their bathroom the night before reader has to marry a random prince but that random prince is actually him ??? I’m pretty sure it was on ao3 but I cannot find it for the life of me pls help💔💔

Sleepy Cuddles Part 3

Time for part three of this lovely headcanons series!

Part 1, Part 2

Masterlist

Characters: Cyno, Enjou, Itto, Gorou, Kazuha, Kaveh

Cyno

He likes to cuddle a lot tbh.

I feel like he’d be one of the ones that just kinda… latches onto you and won’t let go whatsoever.

Since he’s usually busy, cuddles are a luxury in his eyes, and when he gets them, he doesn’t want to let go.

I also feel like he’d be one of the ones that hates getting up, but has to because he’s got work.

His favorite position to cuddle in is facing you with his arms wrapped around you.

Don’t tell anyone, but it’s because it makes him feel safe.

He also likes it when you scratch his scalp if you have long nails.

Enjou

His body runs warmer than most when he’s in his abyss form, but he still absolutely adores cuddles.

Since he works for the abyss, he usually just takes you with him wherever he goes.

If he’s able to sit down for even five seconds, you best bet he’s already got you in his lap.

He’s the big spoon, I don’t make the rules.

Whenever he gets tired, he’ll just sit down beside you on the couch or wherever you are and just lay his head down on your lap, demanding your attention.

He also loves having you lay down on his chest, with him holding you.

He also likes holding your hands whenever the two of you cuddle, just as a sort of reminder that you’re there with him.

Itto

When you ask him for cuddles, be prepared for him to wrap you up in a bear hug and not let go for a while.

Another big spoon, he likes to hold you like that and it also prevents him from possibly hurting you with his horns.

It takes a bit of convincing on your part, but he eventually grows to love resting his head on your lap.

He sometimes drags you into his lap whenever he’s sitting down and you walk by.

He also loves head scratches, it’s one of his favorite things because you always scratch just the right spot and he swears he falls even more in love with you every time you scratch his scalp.

Occasionally, he’ll give you a massage if he sees that you had a really hard day, and honestly, he gives the best massages.

He likes having you close, and one of the best ways he shows it is when he cuddles with you.

Gorou

His tail wags a lot whenever he cuddles with you.

One of his favorite things to do is rest his head against your chest, and have his arms wrapped around your waist.

He won’t admit it to anyone other than you, but he loves it when you scratch his ears.

He’s pretty warm, so he’s a really good cuddle partner.

You’re the only one who gets to touch his tail though, no one else.

He usually cuddles with you whenever the two of you are alone.

Although he’s all serious and stuff whenever the two of you are in public, he’s practically glued to your side whenever the two of you are alone.

Kazuha

He likes laying his head on your lap.

If he can’t do that, then he’ll wrap his arms around you and rest his head against your chest.

He usually just goes with what you prefer, but if it were his choice, he’d probably hold you like that.

He’ll read you poems that he’s written while the two of you cuddle together.

Also loves it whenever you run your fingers through his hair and take it out of its ponytail.

If you’re traveling with the Crux, then his favorite place to cuddle is up in the crow’s nest.

He’ll also tell you about his travels as he holds you.

Kaveh

He’s a little spoon, I’m not changing my stance on this.

There’s only one scenario where I can see him being the big spoon, and that’s if you had a really bad day.

Whenever Alhaitham bothers him, he’ll seek you out and cuddle with you until he feels better.

He likes it when you play with his hair, it relaxes him if he’s had a stressful day.

Another position he likes cuddling with you in is having you lay on top of his chest.

There are few times when he genuinely overworks himself to exhaustion, but when he does, and you take care of him, he’ll want to stay with you forever.

His body runs relatively cold, so his hands are cold, but that’s all the more reason to hold yours, isn’t it?

The sky was painted in shades of twilight as the Crux finally docked, its journey over for the time being. Kaedehara Kazuha, a wandering samurai, leapt gracefully onto the dock, his platinum blond hair fluttering with the breeze. A soft sigh of relief escaped his lips as he set foot back on familiar ground. He had been away for weeks, traveling with Beidou’s crew across the seas. But now, his heart was eager for one thing: home.

He walked down the familiar paths of Inazuma, the sunset casting a warm glow over everything. Each step brought him closer to the place that truly mattered—the person he cherished more than any voyage or adventure. His thoughts wandered to you, imagining your soft smile, the warmth of your embrace.

Finally, the sight of your shared home came into view. Kazuha paused for a moment, taking in the peaceful scenery, the garden you both tended together, the small house that was filled with memories. He quietly slid open the door, not wanting to startle you.

"Kazuha?" Your voice was soft, filled with surprise and joy. You appeared from the kitchen, your eyes widening at the sight of him.

He smiled, his eyes gentle and full of love. “I’m home.”

Without another word, you rushed into his arms, burying your face in his chest. Kazuha held you close, his arms tightening around you as if he never wanted to let go. The scent of the sea still clung to him, but beneath it was something deeply familiar, something that always reminded you of warmth and safety.

"I missed you," you whispered, your voice muffled against his clothes.

"I missed you too," he murmured, resting his chin atop your head. His hand gently stroked your back in soothing motions. "Every day I thought of you. The sea is vast, but no matter how far I traveled, my heart always led me back here, to you."

You smiled against his chest, feeling a soft flutter in your heart. Pulling back slightly, you gazed up at him, eyes shining with love and relief. “I made your favorite tea. Would you like some?”

Kazuha nodded with a soft chuckle. “That sounds perfect.”

The two of you settled down by the low table, the steam from the tea curling between you like a delicate dance. You talked quietly, your voices filling the quiet room, a gentle contrast to the silence of the time spent apart. Kazuha recounted his latest journey—the stars he saw, the wind’s songs he listened to, and the peaceful moments he had spent thinking of you.

As the night deepened, the two of you moved out to the porch, sitting together in the garden under the moonlight. The gentle breeze rustled the leaves, carrying the scent of night-blooming flowers. Kazuha sat behind you, pulling you into his lap, his arms wrapped securely around your waist.

“The wind is gentle tonight,” he said softly, resting his head on your shoulder.

You leaned back into his warmth, feeling the steady beat of his heart against your back. “It feels like it’s welcoming you home.”

Kazuha smiled at your words, pressing a tender kiss to the side of your neck. “I think you’re the one who makes it feel like home,” he whispered, his voice full of affection.

You blushed, turning your head slightly to meet his gaze. His eyes were soft, filled with a quiet intensity that always made your heart skip a beat.

“Kazuha…” You reached up, cupping his cheek gently.

“I’m here now,” he said, his voice low and soothing. “And I won’t be leaving for a while. Let’s just stay like this, for as long as we can.”

You nodded, resting your head against his chest as the two of you watched the stars twinkle above. The world seemed to quiet around you, leaving only the soft sounds of the night and the steady rhythm of Kazuha’s breathing.

In that moment, everything felt right. No words were needed—just the warmth of his arms around you, the quiet peace of being together again. It was solace, pure and simple, and in Kazuha’s embrace, you knew that no matter how far he wandered, he would always find his way back to you.

And for now, that was enough.