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[kaeyazuha]

𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 (𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞)

❝ May I request Kazuha, Scara and Xiao with an s/o that's very visibly tired? ❞ + ❝ Reader is constantly feeling tired and overwhelmed by everything. Because of this, they eventually have a mental breakdown and start crying uncontrollably. ___ comes along and comforts them.❞

; Combined these two requests, thank you for being so patient with me!

; 11/4/22

; Hurt/Comfort

; CW: mentions of poor self-care and mental health, physical touch

𝗦𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵𝗲 '𝗞𝘂𝗻𝗶𝗸𝘂𝘇𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶'

✧ Scaramouche is extremely good at pushing people’s buttons. Why? Because he has a knack for gauging reactions. By the twitch of their eyebrow, the slight grimace on their lips, the way their jaw tenses when they bite their tongue, even the slightest twitch of an eye gives it away. Due to this, he catches onto your poor mental health rather quickly. By the bags forming under your eyes, the slight blanching and discoloration of your skin, and the tired look in your eyes that practically begged for a break. However, despite him catching on quickly, he doesn’t have a clue what to do about it. 

✧ He’d try to beat around the bush, hoping you tell him what’s wrong. Lingering within five feet of you, staring at you expectedly at random moments, rarely striking conversations-- though unfortunately, it comes off to you as him being wary if not suspicious. And it terrifies you, only leading you to become further exhausted and overwhelmed. At this point does he step in, guiding you to his office and bluntly asking what’s wrong with you. Way to go, now they’re crying, he’d berate himself while inwardly panicking. He didn’t mean it that way, he’s just genuinely concerned about what’s happened.

✧ Eventually, he does manage to properly ask what’s wrong, and he’s surprisingly patient about listening to your slow, tired, and confused responses. If you trail off in the middle, not wanting to talk anymore, he’d quietly reassure you before bringing you close to his chest and covering your eyes with his hand, attempting to help you close your eyes. His way of comforting you is choppy, strange, and haphazard, but it’s the best he can do for now and that thought alone is enough to reassure you. He’s trying, he really is, and he’s trying for you.

- ✧ -

If you weren’t half-asleep hovering over your work, the sound of his blunt fingernails tapping against the desk might’ve driven you insane. It’s deliberate, you can tell. The glint in those indigo eyes as he increases the pressure in which he presses his nails into the wooden desk, increases the speed in hopes of making you snap and say something, anything to him. Truthfully, he’s trying to induce a breakdown. When he reaches your state of mind, nothing feels better than letting it out in the form of aggression. A scream, a cry, a punch or two, and he’s all good. Yet, he finds that maybe this isn’t the best idea as he watches you stare at the papers without a hint of a reaction.

“C’mon, don’t make me ask.” Scaramouche sighed, setting his hat down on his desk before walking over to you and leaning on the desk, staring down at you from above. 

“What do you mean?” He simply scoffed, crossing his arms and tilting his head to the side.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” He inwardly panics at the grimace forming on your face, and rushes to reword his question. “You look sick, what’s wrong?” If possible, you curl further in on yourself, not yet ready to face the wave of exhaustion taunting what little energy you had left. 

You sigh, looking up at him and finding comfort in the mellow concern of those usually dull yet illuminated eyes. “‘m just tired. Really,” A bitter laugh and a prick of tears at your eyes. “-really tired. An’ I really don’t wanna do this.” Your words slurred together as your voice broke, you attempted to stave off the oncoming breakdown. You didn’t have enough energy for this right now. Scaramouche clicked his tongue, mind swirling with questions that died on his tongue, and he scooted closer to you. Stacking the papers and shoving them to the side, he sat on the desk in front of you, legs parting to pull you close to his chest. It was strange, really, watching him be so affectionate, but neither of you complained.

The tears burned your eyes, the frustration with yourself only growing at the sticky feeling of hot tears sticking to your cheeks. “m sorry, ‘m really sor-” Thin fingers gripped the back of your head before he loosened his grip, now guiding you to rest your head over where his heart would be. There was no heartbeat, only the sound of flowing blood that occupied his chest. 

Even without a heart, he bled like you.

“Quit apologizing, there’s nothing to be sorry for. Just rest, okay?” He mumbled, eyes locked onto random objects in the room in hopes of helping you feel less pressured. That, and he was still awkward about things like this, not yet used to confronting emotions with welcoming arms instead of a bottle. Your hands twitched limply at your sides, the throbbing headache refusing to subside while you cried into his sheer shirt. A moment passed of his silence, maybe two of your own, before you wrapped your arms around his waist as his own enveloped your shoulders. 

He was warm, the permeating scent of japanese incense and rosewood lulling you into a sense of security when he held you close like this. “This is okay?” You questioned, not wanting to force him to do something he doesn’t want to. At this, he rested his chin atop your head to keep you from going anywhere, and to stop you from seeing the saddened yet peaceful expression on his face.

“Yeah.” He hummed, his next words being mumbled almost shyly. “Take as long as you need, we can talk about this whenever you’re ready.”

𝗫𝗶𝗮𝗼 '𝗔𝗹𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀'

✧ Similar to Scaramouche, he doesn’t have a clue what he’s doing. Worse? He doesn’t even know something’s wrong. He’s trained in reading atmospheres, situations, sensing danger before it strikes-- what he’s not used to is non-verbal cues. However, he’s not blind, and does see that you’re more tired and sluggish than usual. He takes this as you being tired from a restless night, and simply encourages you to sleep more and leaves it at that. Yet, he finds himself feeling uneasy, like that wasn’t all there was to the situation and boy was he right. Xiao finds himself darting over to you in the middle of the night to hurriedly ask you if anything’s wrong, if he’s missing something. If you insist nothing’s wrong, he simply takes a seat on your bed with a stubborn frown and crossed arms, you’d laugh at his childish expression if it weren’t for the crushing dread in your chest.

✧ He’s surprisingly easy to open up to once that’s out of the way. He’s a secure presence, one that makes you feel like you could fall off a ledge and he’d catch you with his eyes closed- one that makes you want to spill every secret, from that one time you drew on the wall as a kid to your deepest insecurities. He listens quietly, a saddened look in his eyes; not pity, just sadness. He fights every day to protect your smile, he hates the feeling of not being able to protect you from yourself. If at some point you start being bitter and sarcastic about your pain, laughing dryly at it, you’ll quickly notice him grab your hand and give you a look that’s comprised mostly of concern and understanding, and you can’t help but fully break down in his arms.

✧ He’s awkward at first, per usual, but quickly envelops you in his arms while rubbing soothing circles into the small of your back. He lets you cry for as long as you want, encourages you to let everything out while ignoring the growing wetness on his shoulder and the way your nails dug into his shirt uncomfortably. Xiao quietly reminds and helps you to breathe when the sobbing gets too much, and he sways you gently while your sobs dwindle down to sniffles. He sits there in comfortable silence, allowing the wind to do the talking. After the matter, he encourages you to take a nap; he’d watch over you if you choose to head to bed, and he’d hold you closer if you decided to fall asleep in his arms. Either way, he takes extra care of you from that day on. Whether it’s watching over your mental health more earnestly, or checking in more often to ensure you’re caring for yourself properly.

- ✧ -

“Are you…okay?” You wanted to laugh at his innocent question, the way he looked at you like a curious child as you resisted the urge to slam your head into your desk. Okay? Are you? Hell no. Your eyes blurred and unfocused every few seconds from sheer exhaustion, your skin had dulled from a lack of caring for yourself, the bags under your eyes were dark enough to look unnatural, almost painted on. Yet you persevered for reasons you don’t even know.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You muttered bitterly, staring into open air with a blank stare. Unable to see him, Xiao let his confusion show through his face. He almost looked frustrated, staring holes through you as he tried to isolate the cause of your issues. Was it because you haven’t been sleeping right? Why haven’t you been sleeping right? Maybe because you’ve been overworking. But why have you been overworking? Each question led to more questions, and he ultimately grew fed up with this.

A faint whooshing sound and the smell of smoke cloaked the air, and you whipped your head around to see lingering black bits and dark smoke where your lover once stood. Tears filled your eyes, the idea of him leaving just to avoid you pierced a hole through your heart, you curled in on yourself and stared at the floor while staving off overdue tears. Before your thoughts could overrun your mind again, the previous whooshing sound occurred once more, this time right beside you. Cautiously turning your head, you saw Xiao standing sheepishly with a cup of tea in his hand.

He cleared his throat, averting his gaze with a grumble. “Smiley Yanxiao said this helps him when he’s stressed.” Looking at the cup, and then at his expression, you couldn’t help but smile before the prickling, burning feeling returned to your eyes. Sniffling, you turned back around and Xiao set down the cup before turning your chair around to face him again. “What’s wrong?” He asked simply, and you bitterly mumbled-

“What isn’t?” He sighed, pulling you up by your arm with ease before guiding you to the bed, forcibly plopping you down onto it before sitting in the chair you previously occupied. 

“Speak.” He crossed his arms, staring at you intently. “Or if you’d rather, rest. You’re clearly upset and unwell, I don’t want to leave you like this.” Golden eyes pierced through your façade, and your chest heaved with a crushing pain at the sight of his genuine concern. Going limp, you flopped backwards onto the bed with your arm outstretched to him. After a moment, gloved fingers intertwined with yours and his free hand stroked your cheek, brushing away the tears dripping uncomfortably down your nose from your eye.

With a sad smile, you looked up at him while he pulled the covers up to your shoulders. “Can you just stay here? Please?” Your voice was quiet, tired, and so very sad- it broke his heart not that he’d admit it. He nods, biting his tongue in thought.

“Will you tell me what’s going on?” He asked with no malice, but a slight sense of urgency. Xiao's expression contorts from worry, to anger, to nonchalance, and then back to worry once more- you could practically see each thought that crossed his mind. Despite his cold demeanor, Xiao is possibly the most expressive person you know, and the thought brings a glimmer to your eye while you watch him fret over you.

You nod, the pillow soft against your cheek. “I will. Just…give me some time?” He contemplates this for a moment, but ultimately agrees. He kept his hand over yours, a reminder of his existence when your eyes fluttered shut. 

“I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

𝗞𝗮𝗲𝗱𝗲𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗞𝗮𝘇𝘂𝗵𝗮

✧ Kazuha is incredibly perceptive of the things around him. The slightest movement in the distance alerts him, he can distinguish a bird by its chirp, even shifts in the weather don’t go unnoticed by the wandering samurai. Of course, he pays extra attention to you, so he catches onto your exhaustion faster than you do. At first he doesn't bring it up, instead opting to try and help you avoid it. He takes tiny things off your workload, encourages frequent breaks and adequate rest, cooks meals for you and always puts more ice in your water after it melts, anything he can without directly confronting the issue(s).

✧ However, he knows he needs to step in when he watches you drop a plate and immediately tear up, glaring at nothing in particular but he could practically hear the way you mentally cursed at yourself. Kazuha’s a sweet man, with you always at the forefront of his mind and your comfort as his top priority. He’d simply pick the plate up, surprisingly unbroken, and cradle you in his arms. If you’re standing, he guides you to the floor so he can hold you close. If you’re already on the ground, he guides you into his lap if you feel comfortable enough. Kazuha would rock both of you back and forth gently, ruby eyes closed while he held you.  

✧ He waits until you break down to speak up. As the dam breaks, he gives you a reassuring smile while whispering words of praise and encouragement, his hand rubbing up and down your back while you press yourself into the crook of his neck. Kazuha is a poet, he speaks in flowers and moves with grace, everything about him is just so peaceful. With just his sweet whispers and comforting touches, you find yourself lost in his embrace and gripping onto his shirt with an iron hold. Even after you stop crying, and you’re left with a throbbing headache and runny nose, he doesn’t let go. You don’t see it, but there’s tears in his eyes too. The saddest of smiles and the look in his eyes nearly made you cry all over again. He spoke more softly than usual, cupping your cheek before mumbling--

- ✧  - 

“--I’m so sorry.” Sorry? Seriously? All the apologies breaking through your warbled cries weren’t enough for him, for all the burdens you’ve felt you’ve put on him, yet he’s apologizing? You opened your mouth to speak, but he interrupted with a pleading whisper. “Wait, please, allow me to explain.” Wordlessly, you nodded. “I’m sorry that you’re hurt this badly. I’m aware it’s not my fault, but nor is it yours. The burden is ours to share, but it does not belong to either of us.” He smiled kindly, tilting his head while he brought you to rest your own on his shoulder.

“This isn’t your fault.” With that, you bit back another wave of tears and instead clenched your eyes shut while burying your face into his shirt. “You’ve worked so hard, surely you can’t blame this on yourself. This workload is unreasonable and we both know it, a break is long overdue.”

“It’s not that easy,” You mutter through gritted teeth, knuckles paling from your grip on nothing in particular. “I can’t just quit, there’s so much to do, I can’t just stop-” before you spiral, Kazuha hums and interjects again. 

“But you can.” Your eyebrows pinch together in confusion, curious of his implication. “The world won’t implode if you take a break, you have time. Deadlines ultimately cannot hurt you, but this can.” He vaguely motions to you, your fragile state, and then rests his hands on your face to guide it upwards. A warm gaze greeted you, the sight of his gentle smile bringing one of your own to your bitten lips. “Please, take some time off. We can stay home and rest, or perhaps do something you’ve wanted to do, anything. But first, you need to rest.” 

You scoffed, and then laughed bitterly. “I…can’t. I don’t even think I know how.” A sigh, and then a grimace when you spoke again. “I’m just so tired.” Your head went limp in his hands, cheek squishing into his palm as his thumb stroked your skin. Leaning closer, Kazuha tentatively pressed a kiss to the crown of your head.

“Imagine this, my dear.” He proposes, tone lighthearted. “We switch roles. Instead, I am the one overwhelmed and stricken with anxiety, and you’re the one comforting me. You’re forced to watch me wither more and more each day, like a flower without sunlight, and all you can do is watch as your beloved hurts more and more.” He smiles sadly, cocking his head to the side to get a better look at you. “If you won’t do this for yourself, do it for me. At least for now. I want you to focus on yourself a bit more, and be more selfish in your desires.”

“Can I really do that?” Came your feeble question, and he nodded.

“You can. It may take awhile, but resting is a start. Even just for an hour or so, close your eyes and dream of something beautiful, something you want to do, something you deserve. You’ve worked so hard, and I’m so proud of you.” 

Unable to hide your watery eyes, you bury your face in his chest once again, and revel in his touch; his hands and fingers stroked shapes along your back, tender lips pressed to the crown of your head. 

“That’s it, let it out. You’re going to be okay.”

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Word Count: 3003

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[writtenbymoon]

sun.

september writing challenge.

created by @katywritesbooks.

day one, prompt one.

to me, he was the sun.

it was cliche and oh so corny, but he was the sun.

i had never seen a brighter person; his smile, his laugh, his eyes. the brightest being in the universe and i could hold him every night. he lit up every dark moment in my life. shone onto all of the pain, all of the anguish. brought me back into the light.

my whole world revolved around him. just to see his smile, just to see his eyes glow. i circled him day and night, every thought in my head he claimed. every smile was for him. every bit of love in my heart was made for him.

he was everything, everything i had ever dreamed of. he was perfect.

he kept me alive.

and i knew, someday the light would burn out. someday, i would revolve him and he wouldn’t be there. someday he would still be my sun, but i would not be his.

i just did not expect it to be so soon.

i revolved around him, and he revolved around her. and he left me in the dark.

but to me, he was still the sun.

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[politicaldaniel-blog]

Lucky and Content

Summary: New babies mean late nights, not that Dan isn’t used to it. (Or really sappy Parent Phan.)

Warning: Disgustingly fluffy. (Other than that nothing at all.)

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 663

A/N: With all of the domestic crap that has been going on lately I’ve felt really sappy and I wanted to write some domestic parent phan. Please don’t hate me lol. I know it sucks, but that’s fine. Enjoy!

The cry was piercing, sending Dan jumping at such a loud noise breaking through silence of his dreamless sleep. His eyes were startled open as he propped himself up on his elbow, not comprehending what was going on. He looked around frantically, noticing the cry had come from the crib in the corner of the room. He let out a sigh of relief as everything started to make sense.

“I’m up! I’m up!” Phil announced, jerking under him slightly. Dan blinked at his partner with squinted eyes, shaking his head slightly. Phil looked completely wrecked, black hair everywhere and eyes that could barely stay open. Dan smirked and rolled his eyes slightly.

“It’s okay, I’ve got her,” he chuckled slightly, moving to sit up. He stretched his arms above his head, hearing his bones pop into place.

“You sure? It’s my turn I think…” Phil yawned. Dan pulled the covers back and leaned over, kissing his husband’s forehead.

“I was already up, it’s fine.” One little white lie wouldn’t hurt. Plus Phil needed his sleep, he was an absolute mess. Another cry erupted from the crib as Dan stood up.

“Oh okay,” Phil accepted the lie easily, turning and snuggling back under the covers. Dan rolled his eyes once again as he crossed the room to the crib, where the little girl laid staring up at him with big tear soaked eyes. He scooped her up gently and rocked her slightly as she whimpered.

“Let’s go to the lounge and let your Papa sleep,” Dan whispered to the little girl who was calming down a little already. “I was just awake thirty minutes ago with you. You can’t be hungry again. And your diaper is fine. I think you just missed your Dad.”

Dan came upon the lounge, it was dark, only lit by the lights outside. He went to stand by a window, which usually seemed to calm his daughter down, even though he knew she couldn’t really see or comprehend anything outside of the glass. He moved her weight to balance with one arm, which he was skilled at now, and offered her his finger. She instantly grabbed onto it tightly, staring up at her father.

“You are such a Daddy’s girl. Just don’t tell your Papa, it might hurt his feelings,” Dan whispered like he would to any other person, as he read it helps with development to talk normally to the baby. “I’m so happy we used your Papa’s DNA. You are just so pretty. Everyone said I would be jealous, but how could I when you are just so perfect?”

He smiled down at the two month old. She was a little small for her age, with blonde hair and massive brown eyes. Her skin was very pale against Dan’s, the same as Phil’s as they had used Phil’s DNA for the surrogate.

“But your little brother or sister will have my DNA. Your Papa insists on it. I think he just wants a kid with dimples honestly,” Dan chuckled.

He rocked her gently for another moment, staring out at the city lights through the window. Glancing down every few seconds, he noticed as her eyes started to slip shut. Dan leaned down to kiss her forehead softly and sighed happily.

“When did I get so lucky…” he smiled, removing his finger from the little girl’s loose grasp. Slowly, he walked back to the bedroom and laid her back down in her crib, tucking her in gently and propping the bear back up in the corner of the crib.

He sleepily walked over to the bed and slid in gently, not wanting to startle Phil. He wrapped his arms around his husband, laying his head on his chest. Phil hummed and wrapped an arm around Dan, snuggling his face into his hair.

“I love you,” Dan muttered quietly. He felt Phil sigh contently into his hair as his grip tightened around the younger man.

“I love you too.”

#its really short and really gross I know #i just had to write something man #it was eating me alive #kywrites #phan #phanfiction #parent!phan #phan fluff #domestic phan #phanfic #fluff #if you read all of these tags you have a problem #but so do i because i read tags too lol

[kaeyazuha]

oooh ok this is so sappy but i can never get enough of pieces like this: how/when they first realized that they're in love with you, and how they react to that realization ft. tighnari, wanderer, xiao, and/or venti please? as fluffy or angsty as you want, thank you so much!

; This is an adorable request, thank you! I'm a bit rusty from the break, but I hope this is okay.

; 6/16/23

; CW: none tbh, wanderer and xiao struggle with feelings

; Fluff

𝗧𝗶𝗴𝗵𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗶 '𝗩𝗲𝗿𝗱𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗦𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿'

✧ Tighnari is extremely in tune with himself: this includes his feelings, his body, and his thoughts. And yet, he finds that around you, everything gets mixed up into one big puddle of goo. Whenever you weren’t watching, his observant eyes were trained on you. He’d analyze you like a foreign species of plant, trying to pick apart what about you made his heart pound in his ears, what made him stutter and blush like a lovesick teenager, what caused the ache in his chest whenever you weren’t nearby. He’s considered the thought of having a crush on you, but each time, he’d simply brush it off as a hormone imbalance or try to rationalize it as a perfectly normal reaction. 

✧ Realizing his love for you felt like a double take. “Oh.” and then “Oh.” It’s a split second that changes his entire perspective, and it hits him in the most random of times. He could be pressing flowers and then smile at the realization that those were your favorite flowers. Or maybe he’s jotting down notes and finds himself writing a few letters the same way you do. It could even be something as small as looking up at the sky and wondering if you saw the same shape in the clouds that he did.

✧ Once he realizes he’s in love with you, everything makes sense. The puddle of goo slowly melts away and everything feels okay again, and the clarity of everything hits him like a truck. He needs to say something. Tighnari is a man of action. He thinks before he speaks, but he speaks before you can think. He’d take a moment to think about what he would say, but then he’s standing right in front of you with rosy cheeks and a determined look on his face. And then finally, he’d say those three special words to you--

- ✧ -

“You’re a pain.” Tighnari couldn’t help but sigh as he crossed his arms, looking at you up and down with a tired expression. Yet, a faint smile tugged at his lips as he watched you struggle with a particularly invasive type of vine. You’re tangled in it like a bug in a spiderweb, a defeated look on your face as you hang limply from the vines. 

You groan, crossing your arms as you glare at him. The sight of him looking at you so smugly made you want to slap him...and kiss him. Maybe not in that order though. “I am no such thing! I’m just-- ugh…” The vines dug into your skin as they held you by your ankle, and you sighed before reaching out to him. His fluffy ears twitched with delight at the way you pouted so adorably, and he swiftly used an arrow to cut the vine, catching you when you fell. However, he clearly didn't think this through. As he held you, watching your expression shift from relief to shock to a mixture of embarrassment and bashfulness, his own eyes widened and a warm blush spread over his cheeks, his fluffy ears twitching when his tan skin continued to redden.

Oh.

Oh.

Tighnari was dead silent when he put you down, and he briskly turned around before starting to walk away. “Wait! Don’t just leave me here!” You sighed, starting to swiftly follow him, doing your best to ignore the way your heart pounded. The walk back was painfully awkward, your attempts at conversation followed by dry responses if a response at all. And eventually, you had enough! The way he refused to meet your gaze, how his hands clenched at his sides just to make sure they didn’t touch yours, he was avoiding you like the plague despite being right beside you. And so, you pivoted on your heel until you stood right before him.

“Okay, what’s with you? Ever since the vine thing, you’re acting like I did something wrong! Did…did I do something wrong?” Your confused and hurt expression made his heart ache, and Tighnari couldn’t help but shake his head fervently-- the way his ears bounced with each movement would have been adorable had it not been for the hurt you felt. Tighnari’s cheeks blushed a soft red, his multicolored eyes trained on you in a serious manner. It looked like he was about to scold you, with his serious frown and crossed arms, so you mentally prepared yourself for yet another lecture. 

“No, you’ve done nothing wrong. Well, getting tangled in the vines was rather stupid,” You bit the inside of your cheek, resisting the urge to say it wasn’t your fault, but he continued regardless. “But, I’m grateful you did. Had it not been for your adorably clumsy nature, I would not have had the chance to catch you in my arms.” As your eyes widened, a small smirk tugged at his lips and he took a step towards you. “And if I hadn’t held you so close, I don’t think I would have realized this just yet.” Tighnari seemed to trail off on this annoying cliffhanger, and you sighed before looking up at him. 

“...Realized what?” As if he’d been waiting for you to ask, he leaned close- close enough that his hair tickled your nose and his lips brushed against your ear as he whispered:

“That I love you.”

𝗪𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗿 '𝗞𝘂𝗻𝗶𝗸𝘂𝘇𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶'

✧ It took him ages to realize he loved you. No seriously, it would take years. Some part of him knew you were special, but he could never figure out why. Was it the way your smile made him anxious? Or perhaps the way your voice made his face heat up with rage? Maybe it was the way every little thing reminded him of you, like an annoying bug that wouldn’t go away. Yet, he found that none of these things were actually…bad. He loved your smile, the way it made his robotic heart race. He adored your voice, the way it made him blush so heavily. And he absolutely loved the way everything reminded him of you, like some part of you was always with him. It took him a while to realize he did actually like you, and not hate you. And then after that, it took even longer to realize he loved you.

✧ Realizing he was in love with you felt like a nightmare. It was a panic, a moment of weakness. Him? Love? Please, what a sick joke. Yet…after the panic subsided, he found his heart reaching out to you who he adored so dearly. You would understand, wouldn’t you? Surely you, who had the patience of a mother, would understand his pathetic feelings? Or would you turn him away, and leave him behind? He’d spend days agonizing over the what if’s though he tried not to. He was too prideful to admit someone like you could reduce him to a total mess. The amount of questions circling his brain only served to make him angrier, and he swallowed back his fears for just long enough to shout a very upset sounding “I THINK I LOVE YOU.” Honestly, it almost sounded like he was cursing at you.

✧ In summary, Wanderer is an emotional mess. His hundreds of years alive have been dedicated to anything but his feelings. He was destined for something greater than human emotions in his mind. However, when he sees the way your face shifts from shock to a relieved happiness, he realized maybe this was his destiny all along. Maybe loving you, who made him feel like a puddle of goo, was the divine purpose he was meant for all along.

- ✧ -

A chill ran down your spine for the fifth time in the past few minutes, and your eyes awkwardly shifted to the ground. He has been staring at you for a creepy amount of time, but it wasn’t his usual glare- and somehow, that only serves to make you more nervous. You gulped thickly, drumming your fingers over your arm before your head snapped to him, and you raised an eyebrow.

“Okay, what is it?” In response, Wanderer simply shrugged. Gods, he could be so infuriating. You could feel your eyebrow twitch as you gritted your teeth, resting a hand on your hip. “I see, so you’ve been staring at me for five minutes just for fun?” Once again, he shrugged. The faintest shade of red dusted the tips of his ears, and his hands limply rested in the pockets of his shorts. You could see the way he turned his head, hiding it behind his intricately-detailed hat. The sight of his blushed ears made your eyes narrow, and you reached out to grab his wrist- causing him to let out a curse. Finally, a reaction!

Wanderer looked down at your hand on his wrist, and then back up at you. And then down to his wrist before he tugged his hand away. Though, he found that he quickly missed the feeling of your soft hand warming his cold skin. The way his hand subconsciously reached out to hold yours once more made him scoff and he shoved his hand back in his pocket, quickly looking away. “What’s the big idea, huh?!” His indigo eyes crinkled when he snarled, but a certain glitter swirled within them that made you smile knowingly. Wanderer leaned forward, flicking your forehead when you didn’t respond. He did this a lot, and always smiled at the way you yelped and/or pouted. But this time, his smile wasn’t mocking or amused, but oddly…endearing? 

“You won’t respond!! Come on, we both know something’s up.” You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms- and you didn’t miss the way he mirrored your expression.

He sighed, shaking his head before looking up at you. “You really wanna know? Really?” His arms crossed as his hat cast a shadow over his face, but even through the dark, you could see a blush starting to coat his pale cheeks. When you nodded, he sighed again, leaning close to you. “You’re making my head do weird shit and I don’t like it one bit.” Your confused expression made him groan as he tried to explain further. “Come on, don’t play stupid!! I keep having these…gross and cheesy thoughts about you whenever you get close. And the way you smile…I think makes me happy. When I see your hand, I want to hold it…” The more he spoke, the more a gentle smile started to consume his scowl before he snapped out of it, growling in frustration before grabbing your shoulders. “S-So what’re you doing to me, huh?! What, are you some kind of witch? Do you enjoy making me feel this weird?!”

The more you processed his words, the more you smiled. Slowly, your head tilted to the side and you laughed, shaking your head when his blush only worsened. “Wanderer…do you lik--” He quickly slapped a hand over your mouth, squeezing his eyes shut before shouting-

“I THINK I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU, OKAY?!”

𝗫𝗶𝗮𝗼 '𝗔𝗹𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀'

✧ Realizing his love for you felt like a insult. He figured that his romantic feelings towards you were just…a glitch in the matrix. There was something about you that made his heart do backflips, and he did not like it. And so, he avoided you like the plague. But, distance makes the heart grow fonder. With each moment that passed without you beside him, he only felt lonelier. Even despite his eons of solitude, a mere moment without you felt like another thousand years. And so, one lonely night, you call out his name. And there he is, red faced and wide eyed, standing before your teary eyes.

✧ He didn’t want to admit he was in love with you. Could he, The Conqueror of Demons, feel something as human as…love? And so, the mere thought of falling in love with you felt almost insulting to him. It was a shock, something that almost angered him. He shouldn’t feel these things! But…if it wasn’t meant to be, then why does he like it? Why does he love the way his face heats up when you smile up at him? Why does he love the way you make him blush and laugh like a fool? Why does he love the way he loves you? Ultimately, he decides these questions are futile. Slowly, his feeling of betrayal and offense morphed into a feeling of fondness. And even slower, he’d finally listen to the cries of his aching heart.

✧ He didn’t want to tell you at first. But, after the realization of his feelings, he just couldn’t wait! He felt like an impatient child, shifting on his feet and biting his cheek. But, when you rested a reassuring hand on his shoulder, he knew it would all be okay. And so, as you gave him the sweetest smile he’s ever seen, he understood his feelings for the first time. For Xiao, falling in love with you felt like a rollercoaster. But…loving you felt like heaven. 

- ✧  - 

You’ve never seen him so anxious before. It was oddly unsettling, to be honest. Watching him shift his gaze every few seconds like a guilty child, the way his fingers fiddled with the material of his pants, even his scowl looked more like a nervous frown. Slowly, you set your pencil down, looking up at him with a concerned gaze from where you watched him pace around the inn. “Xiao…are you oka-”

“-YES.”

You deadpanned for a moment, wanting to be amused at his immediate answer that contradicted his expression of pure nerves. Instead, you were only more anxious. Slowly, your hands pushed against the table to prop you up and your shoes glided over the wooden floor before you were an arm’s length away from him. Xiao sighed slowly, resting his hands on the sill of the balcony with his head tilted away from you. This is a common occurrence for the both of you. Standing on the balcony, resting on it while watching the sun set. It was calming for both of you, but also made it much easier to discuss feelings neither of you liked. Past memories, traumas, bad days, any and all of it. But this…this was different.

“...No, I’m not.” Ah, there it is. Xiao’s eyes averted from yours, trained on the sky above the both of you as his hands gripped at the wooden sill. Patiently, you watched him, awaiting his next words. He was tense, and in all the time you’ve known him, you’ve never seen him this…afraid. Slowly, his head tilts to meet your gaze. His eyes were wide, glimmering in the fading sunlight while his pale skin carried a rosy blush that reached all the way to his elven ears. 

You smiled gently, reaching over to pat his shoulder- he still tensed, but it was nothing like before. He wasn’t one to let people touch him. Not even you, not at first. He would flinch, shove your hand away, and move from you- always the same actions in different orders. But, over time, he started to relax under your touch. This time was no different as he let out a small sigh.

“There’s something bothering me.” Xiao spoke slowly, his voice gruff and low but also hesitant. “I feel…weird around you. I’ve heard of these feelings in those stories told by Liyuen romantics, how one’s heart flutters around those they…love. But I’m not capable of that.” He continued on this spiel, and your eyes widened at the way he indirectly confessed to you. But, even as a wobbly smile overtook your lips, you remained quiet. “I’m a Yaksha, an adepti, I-I can’t feel something like this. And yet, I am. I am, and I don’t know how to feel about it.”

Xiao groaned, raking a hand through his hair before he turned to you, a small smile on his lips when you rested a gentle hand on his shoulder. You hummed softly, scooting closer before resting a head on his shoulder. “I feel the same way, Xiao. You may be an adeptus, but you still experience human emotions. Feelings confuse all of us, even adepti like you and humans like me. But, there’s no need to be afraid of them.” Your voice is nearly a whisper, letting your eyes flutter shut as his hand shakily reaches over to hold yours. He sucks in a quick breath, letting out a slow exhale before whispering:

“In that case…I think I’m in love with you.”

- Ky♡♡

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[kaeyazuha]

May I ask for Tighnari and romantic "Why didn't you tell me you were hurt?" Please allow yourself to rest, and don't force yourself to write if you don't wish to. -part-time poet

gn! reader x tighnari || cw: cursing, injuries || fluff

Withering zones were a pain in the ass, you mentally noted.

You were a researcher, curious about withering zones and the effects thereof. In order to research them, you had to get close. but archons, that was a mistake. You found yourself into easily one of the largest zones you've ever see; the uncomfortable heat making your head spin as your body was pelted with what felt like flaming balls of fire from the scarlet flowers. Now, you knew how to deal with these: a bow and arrow alongside the dendrograna and you're good to go. But of course, of course you couldn't find the damned dendrogranum and you found yourself in a dance with death itself.

It felt like hours of a 1v1 with Mother Nature, your skin bloodied and bruised all over, before you finally destroyed the tumor and laid down on the now green and plush grass. Usually, the warm sunlight and ticklish feeling of grass against your body would be welcomed, but now?

You just wanted to go home.

The walk back to Tighnari's lab was a long and treacherous one, but you braved it. And you continued to brave the pain with a grin as you greeted the fox-eared alchemist, finding comfort in his warm greeting to you. Though, he didn't turn around.

"How did the study go? Were you careful?" He spoke calmly, but not absentmindedly despite his focus being on his notes.

You weren't lying by saying you were careful, it's just...being careful didn't work out. "It went well, but I've yet to find what causes the rise in temperature. Maybe the ley line energy?" You shrugged off your shirt, keeping your undershirt on before you sat on the bench. Since he wasn't looking, you started treating your wounds- wincing at the feel of alcohol burning your cuts. His ears twitched when his head perked up, the smell of the liquid catching his attention.

Too focused on the bloody mess that was your arm, you didn't notice the way he harshly grabbed your hand and tugged upward to see the rest of your arm. "Why didn't you tell me you were hurt?" He sounded upset, far more upset than you thought he'd be. But, as you looked closer, you noticed the slight panic swirling in those multicolored eyes.

"I'm treating it just fine, there wasn't a reason to tell you?" You laughed nervously, trying to lighten the mood- but he wasn't having it.

"As your boyfriend, I'd think you'd want to tell me." He sighed, and grabbed the gauze and alcohol-drenched cotton ball from your hand before gingerly holding your forearm in his hand. "I'm taking over, don't touch anything." You smiled at how focused he became on your wounds, looking determined in his mannerisms.

"Do these injuries feel any different than usual?" You tilted your head, nodding in though. And with his right hand, he quickly noted something in his book before returning to wrapping your arm. "Describe the differences, if you're up for it."

You rolled your eyes playfully at his questions, musing at his curious eyes that wandered over your wounds. While he was your boyfriend, he was also a researcher.

He huffed, biting the end of the bandage to cut it before securing it in the wrap. "I'm coming with you next time, no arguments." You hummed in response, absentmindedly patting his head and relishing in the twitch of his fluffy ears.

"I wasn't planning to."

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[kaeyazuha]

Diluc for prompt “Don’t hurt me!” with angst to comfort plz.🥺🙏💦

; aaaand I got carried away again- hope you don't mind that it's longer than intended!

; 9/13/22

; cw: unintentional toxic behavior (diluc), argument, flinching and fear response (y/n)

; angst to fluff

You'd never seen him like this. Sure, Diluc was known for his deadpan and irritated expression, but never have you seen him this angry. Despite the seemingly neutral face he wore, you could see the way his jaw clenched and ruby eyes glowed a blood-red, the way his knuckles whitened from clenching so tight and the slight twitch to his left eye. At this point, neither of you knew how this started, but you didn't know how it'd end either. And frankly, the mere thought scared you.

"Di-" You stammered, quickly plastering a smile onto your trembling lips while unknowingly starting to back up, the way he slowly walked towards you felt like a horror movie, each footstep feeling like a punch to the gut. "Diluc, wait-"

He scoffed, glaring at you- no, through you. It was as if he couldn't even see you. "Do you know how tiring my life is? Truly, do you have even the faintest idea?"

"Please wai-"

"No, you don't. So what gives you the right to dictate my life?" He stepped closer, and you were panicking now. Your heart hammered within the confines of your chest, oh gods he was furious, your lip felt raw from the biting and trembling, you backed up to the wall and trembled at the realization of nowhere to run.

"I was just tryi-" Tears bubbled at your eyes. "I wanted to hel-"

"Well, you're not." He raised his hand and you instinctively cried out:

"DON'T HURT ME!" Diluc froze, hand in his hair and he stepped back at least five strides, watching with horrified eyes at the way you slid down the wall and sobbed. He felt sick at the sight, his hand glided from his hair to his mouth, where he tried to suppress his shock- he scared you. Reflecting back to the argument, Diluc was horrified at the realization of just how cruel he was.

"(Y/n) I-" He didn't even know what to say. He didn't have an excuse, he didn't even know how to apologize- there wasn't a word strong enough to express how he felt. Guilty? Disgusting? Vile? What the hell was wrong with him? Always hurting the ones he love- no, this isn't the time for self pity.

He swallowed back his own tears, slowly sinking to the floor in front of you. His heart sunk impossibly further at the sight of your still-trembling figure. "When you're ready, pl-" He inhaled sharply, resisting the urge to hold you in his arms and beg for forgiveness. "-please look at me."

Slowly, you opened your bleary eyes. He sat there, looking almost pathetic in the way his gaze remained trained to the floor and his head drooped. Arms outstretched and lip bitten between his teeth, Diluc sat in front of you looking like a kicked puppy. Admittedly, your heart still pounded in a frenzy, but part of you felt more at ease at the sight of his sheepish expression. Yeah, that's more like him.

He gasped when you suddenly lurched forward to toss your arms around his torso, head buried into the crook of his neck, and you ignored the light ache of your leg bent behind you. A moment passed, and then two, and then a tremor overtook your body once more. It wasn't you who quivered like a leaf this time, but him. his arms trembled around you as he held you tight and cried. He cried. Diluc Ragnvindr cried in your arms, you could hear the way he tried to stifle the sobs, and you could barely make out the pleading apologies.

"I'm so sorry, I never wanted to scare you, I just-" He still sounded angry, but at himself this time. "I'm sorry, you don't have to forgive me, but please know I would never hurt you." You looked over to him, shocked at the sight of his reddened, teary eyes. "Gods, I couldn't hurt you..." He muttered.

Truthfully, you needed some time. But you were confident he would wait as long as you needed, at that thought brought a small smile to your face. Without another word, you simply held him closer, too tired to think of something to say.

There were still things to say, boundaries to set, insecurities to work out, but that could wait. For now, you held him close and relished in the feeling of his own hands rubbing comforting circles into your back. Your voice cracked when you spoke, quiet and sleepy, he could barely catch your words; but when he did, he choked back a relieved sob.

"We're gonna be okay."

give me a genshin character, a prompt, specify platonic or romantic, and I'll write you a lil drabble! (closed)

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[kaeyazuha]

“I need to get you warm. I know you’re tired, but I can’t let you sleep, okay? Just stay with me, stay with me—” + Romantic with Tighnari (happy ending? Maybe?)

Also the amount of angst in the list is astronomical and I'm all for it ✋

Thank you sm!! Feel free to ignore 💚

; Sorry for the wait, I hope you like it!

; 11/24/22

; Angst-ish/Ambiguous Ending

; CW: blood/injury mentions and descriptions, cursing

It’s cold.

The sun burned your eyes, feeling like hot coals sinking into your skin; yet, you felt cold under its light. Mustering what little strength you had left, you looked upwards towards the cliff’s edge that seemed to taunt you. It appeared sturdy, but the lush grass and lovely flowers acted as a diversion as the unsteady rock collapsed and left your weight to gravity’s will, and left you to fall freely into the wind that once caressed your skin so gently.

You almost wanted to laugh at this turn of events had it not been for the crushing pain in your chest, and the uncomfortable stick of your own blood against your back. Tighnari had previously asked you to refill his medicinal herbs as he attended to patients back in his hut, and you happily obliged. He just needed a few lunar lotus’, but you found yourself wandering in the fields- you were here, it was here, why not find some more flowers?

What an idiot.

You mentally chided yourself, finding nothing else to do as you found yourself unable to move. Your spine was on fire, every pitiful cough tasted like blood, and the uncomfortable numbness in your legs rendered you too terrified to look down. For a while, you looked for ways to get back. To call for help. To do anything but lay here and feel sorry for yourself. But alas, nature laughed at you once more when your phone lay useless several feet away from your unmoving hands. At this point, when the moon slowly overtook the sun and the clouds floated freely amidst the moonlight, you couldn’t help but cry. Cry at the pain, at the utter hopelessness you felt, from the anger that bubbled in your heart, and at the prospect that you might not go home tonight; or ever, really.

“(Y/N)!!” Your ears perked up. “(Y/N)!!” There it was again, and you forced yourself to turn your head towards the sound of the familiar voice. However, you came to regret that decision when your vision started to fade to black. Perhaps from the blood loss, or perhaps from the sheer relief that came from seeing those familiar ears perking over the bushes. The familiarity of the situation brought a smile to your face.

“Down here,” You rasped. “You big lummox…”

It was a shame you passed out just then, for you missed the most heartbreaking cry from your lover. He choked back a scream, knowing it wouldn’t help the situation at all. Instead, he tripped over himself trying to safely slide down the cliff to you. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he mentally noted that you would be laughing your ass off at the faceful of grass he just took on a normal day-- and that thought only made him panic more. The sight of you laying in a crimson pool forced a pit into his stomach, but he persevered nonetheless. “Collei, down here!” Tighnari yelled out as he tucked his arms under your legs in order to hoist you onto his back, as it was easier and safer to carry you this way.

She tossed the rope ladder over the side of the cliff, ensuring it was secure before giving him the go-ahead. “Are they alright?!” She inquired, gnawing on her lower lip while watching him climb the ladder one-handed (he used his tail for extra balance). 

Immediately starting the trek back to his hut, Tighnari glanced back at you who laid almost lifelessly upon his shoulder. “Archons, I hope so."

Somewhere along the walk, you came to. The gentle smell of essential oils, spices, and pressed flowers mixed with the iron-laced scent of your blood and you wrinkled your nose at the unflattering combo. “Tighnari…?” You felt him flinch as he held you, and he turned around so fast it almost scared you.

“(Y/N).” He breathed out, clearly relieved, but his breath hitched again when he saw your eyes start to drift once more. “I need to get you warm. I know you’re tired, but I can’t let you sleep, okay?” You tried to nod, but found his voice sounding farther and farther away with every second that passed. “Just stay with me, stay with me—” But you were already out, head falling limp against his shoulder once more.

“Damn it, come on-” If possible, he walked faster, and faster, until his legs hurt- he felt you pressing into his still-sore lightning wound, sweat caused his clothes to uncomfortably stick to his skin, but hell if he cared. Collei followed somewhere behind him, but he trusted her to make it back fine. Right now, he was more focused on you. His heart raced in a panic when he could no longer feel your stuttered breaths against his back, when his shoulder started feeling cold where your head rested. But, his shoulders slumped a bit at the relief of seeing the familiar statue of the seven, he was almost there. “(Y/N),” He muttered, a weary smile on his lips. 

“We’re home.”

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- Ky♡♡

𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧; 𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺 𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝘀𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝗷𝗼𝗶𝗻!

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[kaeyazuha]

I'm feeling a little down recently so it would be nice for some fluff with Scara for the 'Oh no. Please don't cry.'

; I'm obsessed with soft scara in case you can't tell

; 11/17/22

; Fluff/Comfort

; CW: poor mental state (y/n), physical touch

Scaramouche is sensitive. He's prone to strong emotions, sometimes the smallest things invoke intense feelings of hatred, anger, or sadness in him. Sometimes, all of these emotions at once. This led to outbursts, to confusion that only made him more angry, to hating himself and everyone around him.

Yet, he was gentle. He watched where he walked to make sure he didn't crush a flower, he gave any spare food he carried to stray animals, he treats children with respect and kindness, even village elders don't hesitate to call him a "nice young man."

Kunikuzushi had kind eyes, Scaramouche, The Balladeer had a pained but harsh glare, and The Wanderer simply appeared...lost.

He appeared lost before you, who cried so quietly before him. Your hands cradled and covered your face, which tilted shamefully towards the floor. Tears clung to your cheeks and hands as your throat clenched and tongue twisted around all the words you wanted to say, but caught them before they passed your lips.

"Oh, no," He muttered, hands floating awkwardly in the air, hovering between the two of you. Where did he put them? Did he replace your hands, and stroke your tears away? Did they rest on your back, and pull you into him? What would he want in this situation? What would you do if the roles were reversed? Mind racing a mile a minute, Scaramouche opened his arms for you and then hesitantly, awkwardly looped his arms around you. "Please, don't cry." Of course, this only made you cry harder.

"'m sorry...." You mumbled into his shoulder, the sound muffled by his shirt which carried the scent of Japanese incense and different spices from Sumeru, the land the two of you now call home. He responded silently at first, running a hand over your back and then over the back of your head, cradling it gently. Then, he leaned closer to your ear.

He hummed quietly for a moment, likely in thought. "Don't be. What's there to be sorry for?" Scaramouche laughed dryly, leaning his head against yours. His next words were quieter, as if he were afraid someone else might hear him. "You were the one who taught me human emotions weren't a bad thing. Don't be a hypocrite. You're no different, you deserve the same kindness you've shown me and a lot of other people."

"Just let it out." He guided your head to rest on his shoulder.

"You're going to be okay."

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[kaeyazuha]

"don't leave" prompt with scara??? please and thank you

; I had a lot of fun with this one, thank you for this! If the tags don't work, I'll repost this, so I apologize in advance.

; 10/11/22

; Fluff/Reverse Comfort

; CW: nightmares (scaramouche), physical touch

He dreamed of dancing under the moonlight. He dreamed of gentle touch and motherly love, childhood dreams that flitted away like petals in the wind- so high up that he couldn't touch them, but close enough that he could see them. He'd stare with a longing look in his eyes, hand slowly lowering as he silently admitted defeat. No longer did the light of the moon cast a glow over his skin, but darkness enveloped him when the clouds overshadowed the moon. Clouds really were nothing but water, while the moon was extraordinary. Yet, all it took was a bit of water to hide the moon away.

Water, heated water that dripped from his eyes to his cheeks, to the wetted grass under his shoes. His gaze fell from the clouded, thundering sky to the dew-coated grass, and suddenly he felt like the ground enveloped him. And he fell, fell, and fell- from his mother's hands to the cold, unwelcoming ground, until there was nothing but inky black and oh gods please not again n-

"Scara?!" You jumped, startled when he practically shot out of bed looking like he needed a jumpscare warning. He appeared lost, afraid, yet also horribly terrifying. "Are...you okay?" Closing your book and swiveling around in your chair, you stood up to face him. Probably another nightmare, you mentally reasoned with yourself. Honestly? You expected the worst. If nothing else, the balladeer was known for being unpredictable, and that applied to personal things as well. The aftermath of his nightmares ranged from what could be mistaken for a sobbing little boy to an enemy of the country. However, you were taken aback when he simply embraced you, shoulders and arms tensed against yours as his hands dug into your shirt.

"Don't leave." Your heart broke at that, the way he phrased it as a command but it instead came out as a feeble plea. Letting out a small breath, you hugged him tight to your chest, and reveled in the way he slowly relaxed.

"I won't, 'Kuni, I promise you." He quivered in your arms, dead silent in the way he suppressed his cries, but his actions spoke volumes when his legs threatened to give out and his knuckles went white from his grip on your shirt. Pressing a kiss into his hair, slightly damp from sweat, you whispered soothingly- "I promise I won't leave you."

He dreamed of dancing in the moonlight, of kind touch and love, of future dreams that now took place with you by his side. These dreams started to fly away, but he chased them desperately, until they were low enough for him to see and a bit too tall for him to reach. However, with a bit of help, he caught them easily- like butterflies in a net, and he looked back to see you holding him up. (like simba)

And he smiled.

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[kaeyazuha]

kazuha, “who gave you that bruise?” and romantic relationship please?

remember to stay hydrated and don’t overwork! <3 have a wonderful day!!

He had a velvet touch, fingers absentmindedly gliding along your arm with utmost tenderness. You felt comfortable in his arms, lending your ear to the skies and falling drowsy to the songs of the winds. However, you were practically dragged by the ankles out of sweet slumber to the almost frantic yanking of your sleeve up and over your elbow, and you could barely process the horrified expression taking place of his serene smile.

"Who gave you that bruise?" You blanched at his uncomfortably low tone, staring at him wide-eyed with sleep still fogging your vision. Kazuha remained quiet, expecting your answer and not wanting to jump to conclusions until given a reason to. And frankly, the panicked and almost guilty nature of your face caused a sick feeling to stir in the deepest depths of his stomach. "Dove, please, answer me. I'm not angry, just concerned. You can answer me later if you wish."

He cradled your arm in his hands, fingers still gliding over your skin, but carefully tracing around and away from the bruise as to not hurt your further. The tender touch eased your racing heart back into a quiet thrum, and you resisted the urge to shy away from his touch. Mustering all your courage, you looked at him dead in the eye.

"Well, truthfully, I--"

give me a genshin character, a prompt, specify platonic or romantic, and I'll write you a lil drabble!

#this was a fun- thanks for the request! #sorry for the vague ending lol i wanted to try a cliffhanger #kazuha x you #kazuha x reader #kazuha hcs #kazuha x y/n #kazuha drabbles #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #genshin angst #genshin drabbles #genshin imagines #genshin kazuha #kywrites

[kaeyazuha]

Hii ! Im so glad your rq! Are open agaim :)

I was wondering if you could do diluc and scara and maybe heizou since he's friend died its up to you ofc! having a nightmare about their past and the reader comforts them! (Just wanna comofrt these boys smm) thank you!!

; I'm sorry this took so long, but I hope it's worth it!

; 4/2/23

; CW: Lots of physical touch, backstory mentions for all characters, heizou's is kinda bittersweet

; Reverse Comfort, Fluff

𝗗𝗶𝗹𝘂𝗰 𝗥𝗮𝗴𝗻𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗿

✧ It’s rare that Diluc sleeps peacefully. Seeing as he normally rests at ungodly times of the morning and seldom falls into a deep sleep, he tries to get enough sleep to keep him going without the nightmares that replay in his head throughout the day. However, there’s only so much he can do before he trips and his past catches up to him again. This specific nightmare is one he’s familiar with, to the point that he has every little detail memorized and can always predict what comes after. Yet, it frightens him all the same. He sees his father's brilliant scarlet eyes that dull so rapidly, watching the bright red leak from his eyes and body. He sees his brother’s crystalline blue eyes, so full of fear and sorrow. He sees rain that falls from the sky and drips from his cheeks to the muddied grass. He sees his own reflection in a nearby puddle: He’s younger now, hair tied much higher with eyes brighter and eager to please, but they’re filled with tears and anger.

✧ He’s a fairly deep sleeper, unluckily for you. You try to wake him up lightly so as to not startle him but as you watch his face scrunch in pain and knuckles lighten from his grip on the sheets, you start shaking him like one of his signature cocktails. He wakes with a start, eyes wide and fearful as he stares through you rather than at you. It takes a while to bring him back to earth. He’s not angry, nor does he cry. He just….stares. Eyes hazy and unfocused as his body lies still where he sits. It’s as if he’s a statue, unmoving and silent. The first time he did this, it scared the hell out of you. Now though, you sit beside him and let him come to himself in his own time. Slowly, you reach for his hand to hold it. If this goes on too long, you start humming your favorite songs and tracing shapes along his scarred hands and arms.

✧ Diluc’s preferred source of comfort is physical touch, surprisingly. Words are nice, but he’s been told far too many that meant nothing. So he instead loves when you talk through your hands. When you rub circles into his back, fingers lingering over the scars you’ve kissed. When your trace hearts over his arms and shoulders, massaging them lightly while you mentally chide him for working so hard. He finds solace in how earnestly you touch him, as if tracing the most delicate of porcelain. He’s in love with how focused you are on tracing his skin like connect the dots, from freckles to sunspots to scars to random dips of skin to anywhere your eyes linger. He especially loves when you wipe the stray tears from his face, gentle eyes staring into his tired ones. He can’t help but lean into your palm, smiling so softly you nearly missed it. And slowly, comfortably, does he fall back asleep. 

- ✧ -

Of all the things to wake up to, the burning stare of two wide, reddened eyes staring back at you was not what you expected. You gasped shortly, before leaning back to get a full look of whatever it was you just witnessed. Your lover, your dear Diluc, was a mess. And it was frightening just how silent he was. He half hovered, half rested over his pillow- every inch of his body tense and rigid as a statue. His eyes, transfixed in fear, stared at nothing in particular. But most heartbreaking was the streaks of tears that dripped down from those sad eyes to the pillow below him. You sighed, sitting up fully and gently grabbing his hands in an attempt to guide him into a more comfortable position.

“Same nightmare as always, I’m assuming.” Your voice was quiet, solemn almost. Your hands were delicate when they traced over his, and you wiped at his cheeks with your thumbs. He made no effort to speak, nor did his eyes speak for him. God it was frightening to see him this lifeless, as if he’d been possessed. “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long, I was asleep,” You paused your sentiment to brush some stray, wild hair away from his face. “I was dreaming of us actually, at the windblume festival. It’s still really early, but I’m excited to go today.” As you mused more and more about your dream, about how excited you were to dance with him amidst the city and pick flowers for him, he seemed to relax a bit more. 

“Mm…” He started to nod along with your words, blinking for the first time in several minutes. His lips curled into a small scowl, and life slowly returned to his face. He still remained silent and still, but now at least he was with you. “Yes, yes, I know you’ll have to leave early to take care of the tavern. I’m sure it gets busy around this time of year.” A small huff escaped his lips, the closest you’d get to a laugh, and you smiled widely. “I hope you’re feeling a bit better now, my love.” You felt his pinky twitch against your hand, interlocking with yours and you rested his head against your chest with your head resting atop his. 

“I’m happy to hear it.” Blowing a tuft of scarlet hair away from your face, still loosely wrapped in its protective night style, you pressed a kiss to the crown of his head and relished in the way he sleepily relaxed against you. “I’ll see you in the morning, Diluc. Sweet dreams.”

It wasn’t long before you drifted back to sleep yourself despite the uncomfortable position, but as your eyelids fluttered shut, you caught sight of the way his pinky still locked with yours and smiled ever so softly.

𝗪𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗿 '𝗞𝘂𝗻𝗶𝗸𝘂𝘇𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶'

✧ Wanderer is a vessel. He compares himself to a puppet but really, he’s most similar to a bottle. One sealed shut that contains a murky liquid full of dark mud and slime. It looks ready to burst, the glass expanded and the cap barely holding on. Wanderer is a bottle, one that contains memories he wishes to forget and trauma he’ll never forget. He was never taught how to express his pains despite having so many of them, and instead bottles things up until they explode in the form of meltdowns, rage, violence, and even crying to the point of not being able to taste or smell for hours. This is rare though, usually he finds these things to be pathetic and opts to keep things locked within the heart he wishes he had.

✧ Nightmares aren’t new to him. He’s slept through many nights that leave him with tear stains on his cheeks and his eyes reddened from the buried pain that shows through when he’s most vulnerable. This is why he prefers to sleep alone. After convincing himself being caught crying in his sleep was the reason for his abandonment, he’s never let anyone see him show weakness like that again. He’ll sleep on the couch or anywhere you can’t see him- but you catch him one night. His usually blank face is scrunched up and pained, the moonlight reflecting off glittery tears that streak down his skin. You watch his hands shake as he mumbles soft pleas and curses through bitten lips.

✧ You comfort him while he sleeps, knowing full well he doesn’t even want you seeing him like this yet. Not that it offends you, something he’s extremely grateful for. You mumble sweet words in his ear, wiping his tears gently so as to not wake him. You take his trembling hands in yours, sweeping your fingers along his knuckles. You stay like this for gods knows how long, your knees have begun to ache and sleep pulls at your eyelids. But, as his fingers twitch and then curl around your own, you realize it was worth it. He still weeps, but he smiles as he does. And slowly do you drift off with your head rested against the couch, and his hand in yours.

- ✧ -

Living in the peaceful city of Sumeru usually means nights of tranquility and quiet dreams, with only the sound of the wind to disturb you occasionally. However, you found yourself harshly awoken by a crash downstairs. At first, you shrugged it off. ‘Maybe it was the cat.’ Was your first thought, your eyelids slowly fluttered shut only to be practically ripped open at the realization-- 

“We don’t own a cat.”

Rushing down the steps, you found yourself walking ever quieter so as to not disturb your lover who always slept on the couch. It was strange, you’d admit, but you respected it. The way he looked at you when he feebly requested to sleep on the couch reminded you of a kicked puppy, ashamed and nervous before you. And so, you let it slide. Sleeping in a cold bed as you cuddled a pillow rather than your boyfriend, but it was worth it to see him in the mornings. However, as you stare at him laying face down on the floor beside the couch he called his bed, you begin to understand his hesitation.

He’s still asleep, miraculously. But his skin, ever pale and cold, collects tears on his cheeks like morning dew on petals and leaves. You kneel down slowly, watching as his hands grip the blanket that now half lay over his curled up body. Small mumbles escape his lips, though incomprehensible you made out small pleas and curses-- curses mostly. His face is scrunched up in a mixture of pain and confusion, almost betrayal- and the way his hands guard his body even in slumber breaks your heart. You gently brush a hand over his hair that clings to the sweat on his forehead. “I’m sorry I never noticed.” He stiffens, eyes scrunching at the touch and he sniffles. Rather than lifting him back onto the couch, you opt to simply take his pillow and tuck it back beneath his head.

There’s plenty to talk about, but it can wait till the morning. You carefully move his arm, which quivers under your hold, and move it out to the side. “It’s okay, you’re safe now.” Despite not knowing if he can hear it, you whisper kind words into his ear while resting your head atop his arm. Your eyes feel heavy, but his burden feels lighter and that’s all that matters to you. Though, as you drift off, you notice his hand move to your cheek, where he brushes his knuckles over your skin so lightly you barely notice.

And then, as you turn over to look at him, you notice the faintest smile on those trembling lips.

𝗦𝗵𝗶𝗸𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗶𝗻 𝗛𝗲𝗶𝘇𝗼𝘂

✧ Heizou isn’t someone people suspect to be so…sad. They see his suave jokes, the glimmer in his eye when his suspicions prove correct, or the way his shoulders slump and lip juts out when the trail goes cold. They see a troublemaker, someone rowdy and annoying. Even his own brother sees a nuisance. Truthfully, you did as well at one point. When he picked up a piece of trash you accidentally dropped and then chided you on the “dangers of littering.” Though while being witty and fun is something he enjoys, a good chunk of it is a front. A detective is excellent at uncovering lies, but he’s also good at creating them.

✧ You know about his past, about his friend, but it never seemed to bother him as much as it really did. Heizou was a man angry at the world. He was the forefront of protests and the face of right vs wrong, he wasn’t afraid to scream and shout and the world that cursed the people that loved it. However, someone as bold and brash as this becomes overwhelmed. Sometimes the crushing realization that he can’t fix everything becomes too much. When he rests, he sees only the dagger through his friend's heart. He sees the fates of others just like his friend, people who were wronged as a result of pride and greed. One example of this was after a nightmare became too much, and he practically shot out of bed with eyes wide and hands clammy.

✧ You comfort him through words at first, something he’s very good at. But you soon realize because he’s overwhelmed and exhausted, he’s overanalyzing everything you say. Looking for hidden meanings and things to distrust. With a small, saddened sigh, you simply rest his head on your shoulder and then does he break. He gripes about how tired he is, how hard he works sometimes just to realize the world is still the same as before. And you listen earnestly, resting your cheek atop his head while rubbing circles into his back. At some point, you feel him weakly smile against your shoulder. He’s still sleepy, you note, and a breathy whisper catches your ear as he drifts off:

- ✧  - 

“It really is you and me against the world.” He mutters, and you look up from where you were 

”But we'll never be enough.”

Those barely audible words roll around your head like marbles, your eyes drifting off into the dark ceiling above you as your hand runs through magenta locks of hair. Just moments ago, that same hair was brushing against your nose as he cried against your shoulder. As your shoulder moves against your shirt, you can feel his tears still sticking to your skin, and you frown at the memory of those lovely eyes so sad as they looked up at you. Asking you why, why the world hated people so. And gods, you wish you had an answer. “No matter what I do, it’s never enough.” You wanted to deny it, but truly, nothing anyone did would matter in the end. However, you reassured him: 

“It’s enough for me. And,” You brush a few strands of messy hair away from his face, “All the other people who you helped thought the same too. They may not remember you in the future, but in that moment? You made things so much better. Or even just a bit better.” He scoffed lightly, but you saw a hint of a smile tug at his lips that wobbled with every breath. Heizou sighed and flopped limply against your chest, to which you let out a breathless laugh. His hand found yours, and his thumb caressed your skin sweetly. 

“You could’ve stopped with the first sentence, y’know.” He grinned mischievously, though it looked rather foolish seeing as he was about to burst into tears again. “Knowing I’m enough for you means a lot.” A sharp breath, a shaky exhale, and one heavy sniff later, he looked back up at you. “But why can’t we be enough for everyone else? No matter what I do, no matter what you do, there will always be more problems than solutions.” With every word that escaped the confines of his rapidly closing throat, he spoke faster. And faster. And faster, and faster, and fastandfasteranfast--

“HEIZOU!” He jolted, wide awake at your completely bewildered expression. “I have no clue what you’re saying, love, slow down.” Your hand found his cheek, and you guided him through a few slower breaths. He sighed, suddenly quiet in your arms. Tears dripped from tired eyes to welcoming arms and he cried freely where he felt safe to do so.

“I’m just tired.” And it showed. In the eyebags that grew dark enough to mask his moles, in the way he spaced out more than he spoke, in the way he poured salt in his coffee instead of sugar and then forgot to clean up when he spit it everywhere. You let out a quiet ‘I know, love.’, and your free hand moved to his hair where it stayed from then, to now. To now, where he rested peacefully on your chest. To now, where his hand still refused to let go of yours.

To now, where you were left wondering if he could fix the world in his dreams, because here?

we’ll never be enough.

#kywrites #heizou fluff #diluc fluff #scaramouche fluff #scaramouche angst #heizou angst #diluc angst #genshin fluff #genshin angst #heizou hcs #diluc hcs #scaramouche hcs #genshin comfort

[kaeyazuha]

𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬

❝ Reader x Kaeya, where the reader just had a horrible nightmare about a past (abusive) relationship and starts to doubt Kaeya's sincerity? ❞

; I'm sorry for the wait! I hope it was worth it- and I apologize for not responding earlier, but if you'd like, you can still be 🐯 anon :D

; 8/6/22

; Fluff/Comfort

; CW: mentions of past abuse, light language, physical touch

Kaeya liked to say he was one of a kind. Yet, you found yourself comparing him to another all too often.

He was unique; a swordsman with unparalleled skill, a knight in shining armor, a detective with his silver tongue, and he had the charm of a prince when it came to wooing the ladies and gentleman. Yet, when you looked at him, there were just too many similarities for you to sleep well at night. The way he raised his hand to say hello made you inwardly cringe and tense up, the insults and lies he’d spit into the faces of his enemies brought you back to a time when those words were aimed at you, even the way he hugged you felt distant and cold, just like that person’s did. But because you loved him and you genuinely knew he loved you, you pushed those memories aside and faced him with a warm smile- maybe that was a bad idea.

Trauma is like water. It form fits within your brain into the darkest of crevices and hides there until your walls start to crumble, and your thoughts start to fill with something that helps you feel okay. Then, those walls crack and create holes that let the water leak through and it drips, drips, drips in the form of salty tears from your eyes to the tiled floor. Even in the safe hold of his arms as he hums an old Khaenri’an lullaby to you, you start seeing flashbacks of hands that didn’t belong to him and words he’d never say to you. But within the clutches of sleep, you couldn’t control the terrors that beheld you. Their face mocked you, a voice that you wished you’d forget seemed to surround you, and it felt like you were chained in place despite there being nothing there. Everything seemed to ridicule you-- despite being free, technically, you were trapped. There was nothing holding you to that floor, you could just walk away, but you couldn’t.

Then, as if it couldn’t get worse, their face started to look a lot like his. Eyes filled with hatred were slowly covered by one covered eye and one revealed, that eye swirling with just as much disgust and fury as before. Thin lips curled further into a sickening scowl, and the hands thrown up in the air and just threatening to strike you had spiked gloves covering his fingers. The very sight made you want to throw up, watching as your lover made a fool and victim of you just as they did, and you could do nothing but cry and scream until the feeling of uncomfortably hot bedsheets and cold sweat brought you back to reality.

“Woah, woah, angel,” Kaeya strode over with concern written all over his face. “-What happened?” You wanted to laugh, the fresh memory of his crazed and infuriated expression being such a stark contrast to the sweet worry in his eyes. Eyes, plural, that’s right- he now trusted you enough to take off the eyepatch that protected what little of his home he still had with him. Glittering stars swirled within his right eye and a scar ran from his forehead, over his eye, to his cheek- you inwardly smiled at the memory of him crying in your arms as you kissed the scar with gentle reassurances and tender touches. Yeah, that’s your Kaeya, you wanted to reassure yourself. But for now, still caught up in the terrors of sleep, you scooted backwards away from him with a shout. 

“NO!” You cried out, pulling the blanket closer to you and he flinched at the sudden volume. First, he looked around to see what scared you. Then, realization and hurt slowly dawning on his face, he realized it was him. “I-” Your eyes widened and you bite your tongue before simply facing away from him. “Please…leave me alone for a bit, Kaeya.” His shoulders sunk and he nodded in thought. Part of him wanted to walk away, afraid of scaring you further and some deep, sick part of him believed you should be afraid of him. A man born of sins and lies could only bring no good. 

But he swallowed his insecurities and slowly walked around to the other side of the bed, facing you with a warm smile. He knelt down, now cross-legged on the floor staring up at you. He closed his eyes and put his hands up on the bed, gripping the edge. You sat confused for a moment, but he simply waited, and waited, and nothing happened. “What…”

“I can’t see you.” Kaeya stated matter-of-factly, and you gave him a ‘duh’ look. “But I trust you. You could hit me right now, you could curse at me, you could even grab my dagger and pierce it through the heart I want you to have, but I’d let you because I trust you.” He slid his left hand across the bed until it found yours, and then he hesitantly linked his pinky with yours, loose enough that you could break free if you wanted. “I know it’s hard to trust me,” He laughed dryly. “Hell, I don’t trust me. But I’m learning, and I want you to learn with me.” Kaeya’s eyes slowly opened, and your heart cracked a bit at the sight of watery mist clouding the surface. “Trust me when I say I know what it’s like to get a knife driven through your back. It’s nothing compared to what you went through, I know, but I’m going to do my damnedest to make sure that never happens again.”

Your eyes welled up with more tears, and you brought his hand up to your face, and you leaned your head into his hand when he cupped your cheek. The tender touch of his thumb brushing away your tears only brought more to the surface, and you openly cried into his palm. “‘M sorry, I don’t mean to keep doubting you- you I just- ‘m sorry-” He stood up now, and opened his arms to invite you into his loving embrace. 

His nightshirt felt soft against your wetted cheeks, and he smelt of your favorite perfume and morning frost; you couldn’t help but nuzzle into his chest in search of comfort. “Now, now, don’t apologize, you’re healing.” Kaeya hummed softly, rocking you in his arms. “And that’s all I could ever hope for. I don’t blame you for doubting me sometimes, just know you can trust me as I trust you, okay? Healing takes time, but we have time.” He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead while lightly shushing your hiccuped cries and sobs, and his free hand traced soothing circles along your back. “I’m so proud of you, dearest (F/n), thank you for giving me a chance.” A sincere smile danced along his lips, and you smiled along with him- even despite the uncomfortable way your leg bent behind you and the crane of your neck to face him properly, you couldn’t help but smile.

He raised his right hand dramatically, just like he did on the day of being sworn into the Knights. “I promise in the name of the archons and every star in the sky, I’ll love you as everybody else should’ve and more, until my last breath.”

You hugged him tighter, the sound of his heartbeat lulling you into a sleepy trance. “You…absolute sap…” He laughed at this, patting your back.

“Only for you, my dear. Only for you.”

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Word Count: 1253

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- Ky♡♡

𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧; 𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺 𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝘀𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝗷𝗼𝗶𝗻!

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[kaeyazuha]

hey! might be too late for the prompt thing from earlier in which case please feel free to ignore!! but “That was, by far, the stupidest thing you’ve ever done.” or “I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid.” -> both scream tighnari to me lmao. i think i just want him to call me out kjdghljk

; this is possibly the funniest request I've ever gotten and I love it, thank you for this!

; 12/29/22

; CW: minor yelling

; pure fluff

“What were you thinking?!”

Is what you were thinking at this moment. You stared, slack-jawed, at the pure destruction that was Tighnari’s former garden. A pair of farmers in Sumeru city have been having issues with a whopperflower ruining their crops by acting like a weed and taking all the water. So, being the scientist you were, you decided to get to the bottom of this issue. And what better way to do that, than by recreating the situation? A genius plan, foolproof even. But, somehow it never occurred to you that this whopperflower you stole from a nearby lake would be anything but cooperative. 

“Please, not the mints!” You begged, whisper-yelling to the rabid flower as you watched the soil be sucked dry of any water it previously held. And then, you were forced to watch as it quickly took the place of the mint, effectively killing it in the process. You slapped a hand over your mouth, melodramatically sinking to your knees and accepting your fate. “...Tighnari’s gonna kill me, y’know,” You glanced over to the “mint,” and then glared at it fiercely. “And it’s all your fault.”

“What’s all who’s fault?” You’ve never jumped to your feet so fast, dirt still clinging to your knees as you quickly shuffled into Tighnari’s line of sight, trying to hide the ever-so-happy whopperflower casually killing his personal garden.

“Tighnari!!” You grinned widely, though it faltered at the sight of his tired deadpan. Who were you kidding? Nobody could fool him. Though, it doesn't hurt to try, right? “I was just checking on your garden, what brings you here?”

He completely ignored you, opting to try and peek over your shoulder. You watched nervously as he narrowed his eyes, squinting at the “mint.” You sighed, dusting off your knees to rid it of the dirt collected, and then you walked over to the flower. “I’d suggest drawing your weapon.” You muttered bitterly, leaving him no time to react before you yanked out the whopperflower, wincing at the bits of frost that stung at your legs when it sprung out of the ground. 

“What th-”

He made quick work, taking aim at the enemy and finishing it off with no mercy, leaving only you to face his wrath. You muttered a silent prayer to whichever god would listen, watching as he stared down at the remnants of his herb garden. “...(Y/n)...” You swallowed thickly, watching as he turned around slowly.

“That was, by far, the stupidest thing you’ve ever done.” There it was. He slapped a hand over his forehead, dragging it slowly down his face, and you laughed sheepishly. 

Your voice teetered on the verge of nervousness, but you tried to keep it level. “As you’ve said, anything for science…?” Though at his stone-faced stare, you cracked.

“Okay, okay! I know, it was dumb.” You groaned, tossing your head back while fighting off the embarrassment at the realization of just how dumb this all was. “Look,” Gesturing vaguely around the air, hands swirling around, you attempted to piece together a somewhat reasonable excuse, though your words fit together like puzzle pieces from completely different puzzles. At least to you, Tighnari just nodded along as if you were reciting simple laws of nature. 

“And you really, sincerely thought bringing a,” He pointed to the garden. “-whopperflower, was a good idea?” Tighnari questioned, though it felt more like an accusation and you withered under his piercing gaze.

“I knew what I was doing. I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid.” You scoffed, trying to ignore the juxtaposition that was your justification, and crossed your arms. “I regret the idea, and I will fix this. You can go report me to the higher-ups.” Now becoming a bit discouraged by the entire ordeal, your shoulders slumped when you shoved past Tighnari into the destruction of a garden. To your surprise, he remained quiet and knelt beside you, carefully cradling a few unearthed herbs and starting to bury them once more. You raised an eyebrow, looking at him warily, and he looked almost offended by your expression.

He scrunched up his nose, his right ear twitching indignantly. “What?” Tighnari’s head swiveled back to his hands as they worked, and you could see the faint smile dancing on his lips. “...This is your first experiment, no?” Slowly, you nodded. “This is a start. It’s not a good one,” You groaned and he laughed. “-But it’s a start. We all make mistakes. You learned from yours, so there’s no need for shame. What the higher-ups don’t know won’t hurt them, wouldn’t you agree?” 

You quickly got back to work, staving off the dorky smile tempting your lips. “You’re not mad?”

“I never said that.” Suddenly, Tighnari’s hand was in front of your face. Inside his palm laid a single, tiny mushroom. “You killed my agaricus bisporus.” 

You laughed, though you tried not to. “Please, just call it a button mushroom. Don’t you have an entire garden of those? I thought you’d be more pissed about the ashwagandha with how expensive they are.” Everything fell silent. Hands still buried in the soil, you turned your head to him only to find two very wide, very angry multicolored eyes staring right back at you.

“...You did what?”

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- Ky♡♡

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[kaeyazuha]

hello, for the prompt ask game may i please request “can i do your hair?” + kazuha + fluff? thank you v much in advance, wishing a lovely day for you! 💞🤗

; The way I'm head over heels for this man good heavens

; 11/17/22

; Fluff

Everything about Kazuha was so soft. His eyes carried a gaze so gentle it was entrancing, his skin was soft to the touch, his tone remains delicate no matter the subject, his poems were written in honey, and his hair- archons, his hair. Something in the sea spray or the tea he drinks surely cast a spell over it; no matter the winds that tussled it, or the fights he dominates, you could run your fingers through his hair anytime with no resistance. It felt like kitten fur against your fingers, leaving a ticklish feel over your skin.

"...Have you heard a single word I've said?" He mused, resting his cheek on his hand while he stared at you so softly. Gods, it was almost infuriating how sugar-sweet this man was despite the things he was capable of.

"No," You answered almost immediately, too focused on the way his hair swayed in the breeze. "Not at all." He laughed at your honesty.

"May I ask why?" Kazuha hummed. His fingers danced along the rim of his teacup, distracting you for a moment before you looked back up at him.

"Can I do your hair?" You mumbled breathlessly, and took delight in the slightly surprised expression on his face. However, it was gone as quick as it came, and he smiled once more. Leaning back, one of his hands snaked behind his head to pull out the hair tie, and you could only watch in awe as his hair fell off his head and onto the floor to reveal a glimmering bald head bounced around his shoulders with not a sign of being crammed into a ponytail all day. "I can?" You confirmed, though you already stood up to stand behind him.

Kazuha tilted his head backwards to look up at you, his head resting in your hands and wow did he look pretty like this. "You may." He inwardly grinned at the excited glint in your eyes, and quickly followed up with what was meant to be a warning but came out as a plea-

"Just...please, nothing too crazy."

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