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Kazuha x gn!reader- Day 13

Summary- Kazuha hasn't had much realtionship experiance apart from tomo t/w- death mentions, comfort, fluff

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Tomos death had hit Kazuha hard, it had made him unable to love. Well not until you bought the light with you, you finally helped him love again. But that brought many challenges between the both of you.

You had hardly any relationship experience and Kazuhas had ended quite suddenly. So for the both of you it was a new adjustment. He wrote poems for you and read them to you as you went to bed. He always made sure you'd eaten and drunk water. He always made sure you were okay and well looked after.

However, sometimes he did forget about himself. He skipped meals, hardly drank, and forgot to go for his walk off the boat. He'd taken so much care of you, he'd forgotten that he needed it too.

With your relationship being relatively new, he was still adjusting to the fact that he loved someone other than Tomo. To him, it felt like a betrayal, but he still did love you.

One day he decided to stay with you he needed to comfort of a home. As you were both lying down he asked, "Could you hold me, if it's not too much trouble?"

"No trouble at all, come here."

You held your arms out for him and he slowly moved into them. His head was now rested on your chest and your hand running along his back.

"I can't remember the last time I did this with someone." You could hear the break in his voice as he held back a waterfall of tears.

"Has it been that long?"

"Yeah."

The comfort was good for him, he needed it. Kazuhas eyes started to drop and also let out little snores.

[scaranation]

Hi! I saw that your requests are open. So, if it's possible, could you write one with genshin boys (preferably Xiao, Kazuha, Thoma, Alhaitham, Heizou) with an asthmatic S/O? As an asthmatic, I'd appreciate it! I really love your writing so I hope you’d consider my request, have an awesome day!

dhhdjdjdhdj this is so late but i’m just working thru my requests…

as a non-asthmatic i tried my best w researching for this but i’m sorry if i made some mistakes 😭 i attempted to make it as accurate as possible tho !! thanks for submitting this <33

༊*·˚ 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

ft. Xiao, Kazuha, Thoma, Alhaitham, Heizou

Content: fluff, overprotective genshin men <3

XIAO

This man is STRESSED. As in, definitely more stressed about it than you are - he’d make sure you weren’t in discomfort at any time, always checking up on you both verbally and through his cautious observation. He isnt used to taking care of himself, much less anyone else, but he'd definitely put in his all.

Xiao would probably be even more careful because it wasn’t a visible threat. He could fight off hoards of enemies for you, but what could he do to your airways? When he shared this with you, you only laughed and told him to stop being dramatic. He’d literally act the same way men do about menstruation but with your asthma - he’s trying his best, you just need to give him some time.

He’d be so careful, too - even with something simple, he’d stress so much over it.

“Oh, are you out of breath… Um… Should I stop?”

“That’s what happens when people kiss, Xiao.”

If you showed any sign of exertion, Xiao would be at your side immediately, checking you over for any indicators of discomfort. It was as though even the slightest stutter in your breath could summon him from wherever he was - he’d appear next to you without his name ever having left your lips. You’d definitely feel very safe and looked after by him, although the care was a little clumsy and overly cautious at times. Xiao was simply so cute, always fretting over you. Who knew the conquerer of demons could react in this way?

KAZUHA

Kazuha is definitely pretty relaxed. When you told him you were an asthmatic, he’d just nod and ask a little about what that entailed. He wouldn’t press the matter, but he’d remember everything you said. All your preferences, your physical limits - Kazuha would quietly note them down in his memory, keeping a soft gaze on you.

If you ever had an asthma attack, Kazuha would calmly stay by your side - after all, two panicked people wouldn’t lead to a better situation. He’d gently pass you your inhaler, guiding you through breathing activities between murmured reassurances.

“You’re doing great.”

“You’ll be okay.”

He wouldn’t hesitate to call for help if your condition worsened, careful not to let his concern show as he flashed you a seemingly relaxed smile.

As a wayfarer who spent most of his time on a ship, Kazuha felt a little guilty for forcing you into this outdoor lifestyle. However, you insisted on being with him, and it was only natural for him to cater to your every need.

THOMA

Thoma is definitely on top of everything. As a housekeeper extraordinaire and possibly the most kind-hearted person in Inazuma, you’re definitely in safe hands.

He’d always make sure your inhaler was either with you or him, immediately forcing you to rest if you seemed even the slightest bit exhausted. He’s a people-pleaser for sure, and would do everything in his power to ensure your comfort.

“Ah, is the window too wide? I forgot it was spring - is the pollen annoying you?”

“Hm, the weather’s quite humid today. Would you rather I fetch the groceries instead? You don’t need to come along if you don’t want to.”

“Hold on, don’t come in. I just need to air out the kitchen for a moment - I’ve cooked dinner, but it is a little smokey in here.”

He’s the sweetest person alive, always considering you before anything else. He’d send for help immediately if you had an asthma attack - internally blaming himself for being unreliable - and stay with you the whole time, making sure you were okay.

ALHAITHAM

As soon as he was aware of your condition, Alhaitham would read up on every source related to it. He’d memorise everything meticulously - symptoms, triggers, relief - by the next day, Alhaitham would practically be an expert.

He does it because he cares about you, of course. It’s just that he doesn’t know how to check up on you like a normal person, so he does it methodically (much to your amusement).

“I understand we’re in a dry area, how is your breathing? Once we get to our next stop, I’ll run a test for nitric oxide. Ah, and I have your medications here too.”

“We’re exploring the desert, not having a health checkup. I’m fine.”

“Safety protocol comes first. Tell me immediately if you have respiratory difficulties.”

It was a little uncanny how pragmatic the man was when it came to your health, but he just didn’t know how else to express it. He wasn’t good at comforting people - Kaveh always told him he was too blunt and tended to make reassurances sound like insults - and so Alhaitham could only resort to practiced formality. It was almost funny, how his monotone contrasted the concern pooling in his eyes.

Alhaitham was determined, at any cost, to keep you safe and healthy. After all, he wanted to be the only thing that could take your breath away.

HEIZOU

Heizou is quite a character, and so, when you told him you were an asthmatic, he treated it like a mystery. The scientific method was common in criminal investigations, and he used those same steps in ensuring the comfort of his lover.

Heizou identified the problem (very self-explanatory) first, before forming a hypothesis to gauge your asthma triggers. Of course, you knew of a few, but he needed solid evidence without endangering you. Heizou would sharply observe whenever you appeared to be short of breath, having your inhaler at the ready as he formulated a list of potentially hazardous situations to avoid. Call him overcommitted, but he knew it wouldn’t hurt to be prepared.

Although, in theory, Heizou had mapped out every facet of your condition unique to you, he’d be at a slight loss when you actually had an asthma attack. In fact, anyone would think he was the asthmatic, with the erratic way he’d start hyperventilating in panic alongside you.

“I didn’t draw a conclusion about animals being a potential trigger… This is an unforeseen factor…”

“Wait, here’s your inhaler. And your medication.”

(cough) “Why do you have my whole medicine cupboard with you?”

“Just in case. I’ll uh, call for help now.”

He’d be so nervous at his prevention methods not working, but he’d help you resolve the attack with his signature efficiency (after getting over his own mini panic attack, of course.)

Heizou would continuously learn and observe you, making sure he understood you as best as possible in order to cater for your asthma. He’d be a little shocked if things didn’t go according to his conclusions, but he’d definitely devote his everything to keeping you safe.

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[fairykazu]

selfish ft. kazuha

cws: best friends, unrequited, pining, kazuha was humming city of stars btw.

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the moon hung low in the sky, casting a silverly glow on the quiet town. kazuha was sitting atop of the old schoolhouse's roof, a deserted place that you and kazuha self-proclaimed to be the best friends' hangout spot. well, how was it the place?

it was where you two met, wandering through the city, finding hidden spots that weren't crowded with people. as he was walking into the abandoned building, he heard someone humming. as he was humming in sync and trying to find the source of the humming, he accidentally bumped into you, and you apologized even though he was the one bumping into you. eventually, the both of you grew closer and spent countless hours, talking about anything, everything and nothing; you and kazuha just crying, laughing and smiling about inside jokes or everyday topics.

his hair billowed in the wind, leaning against the brick wall, lost in thought. he couldn't help but think about how he gained feelings for you. it had started with the way you could light up a room with your laughter, or the way you would hum to yourself when you thought no one was listening.

sometimes, he'd find himself humming the same tune, as he was now. it was a song called, "city of stars", a movie called, la la land. a movie that you two watches on repeat together on a terrible quality screen projector but too cheap to buy a better quality one.

he chuckled quietly to himself, occupying memories of the two of you spending time together, the laughter from watching the movies echoing in the halls and the music from the speaker playing softly as he waltzed with you. maybe, just maybe, you return his feelings too and you wouldn't go for that guy -- what's his name?

scarab? scab? scaramouche?

the guy who's the object of your affection at the moment. kazuha winced at the thought of it. he noticed you were being more clingy than usual, is that a sign or is it something he made up? he texted you randomly,

kkaedehara: wanna hang at the school house?

he tossed his phone carelessly to the side, burying his face into his hands. what is he even doing. his thoughts began to spiral until a familiar ding popped up.

lovelee: ok! omw!!

he smiled at your text message. maybe he isn't wrong. you are coming after all.

is it really wrong to be selfish? if you do like this "scaramouche"-guy, he'd spend every night with you. so what he's being selfish wanting you to stay by his side. it's better than being without you.

[rhenuvee]

All Weather Beauty [Kazuha x reader]

A/N: Are we all in agreement that drunk Kazuha was the best thing that happened in 2.8? CAN I GET AN AMEN (esp in EN)..you can clearly see how long I’ve been holding onto this draft for 

Warnings: reader has hair, cliche trope(?), drunk(?) Kazu, Kazuha being a simp for you + cheeky (ooc? but then what are you doing here if not for that?)

Genre: Fluff | pining

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“(Y/n), you dropped this.” It was a windy day, also known as not a good day to be out delivering letters and holding a crate full of groceries and ingredients. As if that wasn’t already an inconvenience, the voice happened to come from the wandering samurai Kazuha. 

You remember first meeting Kazuha. You made a delivery to the Crux, and they pulled you aside from your duties and take a break by watching another of her championship-festival things. After watching for a few minutes, you noticed there was a bright scarlet colour in the corner of your eye, almost like it was wanting you to notice it. Then you saw him. His head turning ever so slowly towards your direction as he sat atop a large rock nearby. You stared helplessly as his eyes found yours, and then he smiled- oh you were definitely in trouble.

A while later, during a mini break the boy with Inazuman looking clothes approached you and introduced himself, and you did the same. You both mostly asked about Inazuma since you’ve never been there. He politely asked what you did, and when you told him it wasn’t much compared to him, he chuckled and dismissed it saying he was just a “mere wanderer”. “Mere wanderer” your butt. 

The worst part was, though you made light jokes about your ordinary life, he seemed so genuine in reassuring you that he found you quite interesting. It’s just a compliment, you had to mentally tell yourself... but the gentle tone of voice he used- it made you feel much different. Ever since then, whenever you passed by you’d say hello, but most of that time the “hello” would become a whole hangout day with him.

“Oh! Kazuha hi! Thanks for picking that up!” you say hurriedly. You curse yourself for not fixing your wind-blown self before running into him. 

“No worries. Where are you off to?” he asks.

“Deliveries again. Right now I’m heading to Bubu Pharmacy to pick of some medicine for someone at Qingce Village.” 

“I see.” he says as he hands you back the piece of paper that fell out.

“Sorry I probably look a little silly with how the weather is right now.” you say sweat-dropping as you try using your knee to kick the crate to hold it better.

“No worries, that happens to me when I’m on Beidou’s ship.” he smiles reassuring you. There was a small silence until he gestured to you. “May I?” 

You thought he was going to fix the papers in your satchel for you, but instead his hand went towards your scarf and wrapped it around your neck better. Then he reached to your head and smoothed the bunches of hair that flew the wrong way in the wind. Before you could utter out any words as a result of his unintentional flustering, he makes you short circuit even more.

“If you’re not busy after that, I was wondering if you’d like to accompany me and have a meal together later today? I can also bring my zither, I think I can play that song finally.” he asks. Sometimes you wonder how he can ask these things without a hint of nerves in his expression. You however- yeah...

“Oh! Yeah! Of course!” you say a little too excitedly. You’re more in awe that he asked you that in the first place. 

“Great, I’ll see you then.” he says giving a wave and walking off into the distance. With your heart beating super fast, you suddenly felt like you could make all the deliveries within a minute. 

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“You’ve been playing that zither quite a bit this past week.” Beidou says approaching Kazuha while on the Alcor. Kazuha hums in response, one leg dangling from where he was sitting.

“Yes, I’ve been wanting to show my friend this instrument. They’ve asked me about it, so I want to play a song for them as well.” he says watching himself pluck the strings.

“Hmm. This friend you keep speaking of... you seem to be seeing them a lot.” inquired Beidou. From her perspective, it seemed that every week Kazuha was doing a little show-and-tell for this friend. How to make music by blowing on a leaf, making his special dish he called “All Weather Beauty”, and now the zither.

“They’re a very kind-hearted person. I enjoy their presence, it makes me feel warm, like when I start adventuring to a new place.” Kazuha says almost absentmindedly while still plucking the strings. Beidou immediately smirks when he says this, and it feels as Kazuha could see it from the corner of his eye, as he finally looked up from the instrument.

“So you like them.” she says with emphasis on the “like” in order for him to know exactly what she’s referring to. Kazuha was about to stutter out an answer, but quickly stopped himself and sighed. Nothing gets past Captain Beidou. He’s embarrassed to admit the romantic feelings for the first time in front of someone. Beidou is also older than him, so he does feel a little shy.

“I- yes...” he manages to get out. He says this quietly while closing his eyes, not wanting to look at Beidou in the eye straight away. 

“Well Romeo, armed with your zither, some poetic words and a nice sunset view from a cliff near the harbour, nows your chance!” Beidou says teasingly, though she does mean it seriously. Kazuha chuckles awkwardly, groaning at Beidou’s words.

“I’m not sure if they like me in that way.” he says in a neutral tone, but he felt nervous on the inside. Even Beidou is surprised at this, and her eyes become wide for a second. Kazuha’s personality was always the opposite: calm, collected. She realizes that it’s serious- not that it never was, but she could see in Kazuha’s eyes he was showing his vulnerability, which made her confirm that he truly admires this person. 

Unfortunately, Beidou starts having doubts herself. She usually doesn’t deal with romantic things herself. How do you find out if the other person likes you or not? She hopes he can somehow draw inspiration from her words of encouragement instead.

“Hey, Kazuha you’re a great guy you know?” she says softheartedly while approaching him closer. “I’m sure they’ll appreciate your gestures. And look- the important thing is you have a good time right?” Kazuha smiles, his heart calming down from Beidou’s reassurance. “Besides, if you really wanted to tell them you like them but couldn’t- you could just drink one of those cocktails!” Beidou laughs while Kazuha facepalms... and she’s back, he thinks. 

Xinyan ended up telling Beidou about their journey to the islands, and how she ran into him in the first place... and the fruity cocktail part which made tears roll down her eyes. Kazuha sighs, and stands up to start taking his leave to meet up with you.

“Thank you Beidou.”

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You wait for Kazuha on a beach where you could still see the city. He arrives waving to you with one hand, and carrying his zither in the other. 

“Hi Kazuha!” you say ushering him to sit on the blanket you brought to sit upon the sand and grass. He smiles and sits down. 

“Hi (y/n).” he greets. 

You both continue catching up with each other, describing in great detail of your adventures and interesting stories while sharing a meal. He played the zither as promised. You’ve never heard a song on the zither before, so it was cool hearing something new. And of course, Kazuha never fails to impress you.

“That was beautiful Kazuha.” you say after he finishes the song.

“Thank you. I’m glad you liked it.” he says. There was a brief moment in which you were staring at each other, but then you quickly turned away due to hide your embarrassment. “I’m a little thirsty, but I forgot to bring drinks. Would you like me to get some?” he asks. 

“That’d be nice, thank you.” you replied. He nods and gets up to go get drinks for you both. You exhale- finally being able to breathe after having one flustering moment after the other. But you couldn’t deny that you were having a great time with Kazuha. You loved the times when you bumped into him in Liyue, but now you got to sit down and properly talk and enjoy food and music.

“I’m back.” he announces handing you your drink. “Sorry if I took a long time, but I tried being quick so I took something off from Beidou.” 

“It’s ok, I’m not picky with drinks.” you say. With that, you both quench your thirst by sipping the fruit drink. It was sweet but not overpowering. You put the bottle beside you then looked out into the distance of the sea. 

“(Y-Y/n)...?” Kazuha calls. Except you come to realize that something’s off.

“Kazuha are you oka-” he interrupts your question as his head falls on your shoulder with a thump and you put both your hands on the side of his arms to steady himself. This answered your question well enough. 

“(Y/nnn)...” he slurs as his half-lidded eyes look into your own. He’s drunk, you panic. Wait- but the drinks weren’t alcoholic you thought. At least yours wasn’t. It didn’t have that sting that alcohol usually had. But now that you think about it his could have been different... he did say it was from Beidou after all so it could’ve gotten mixed up. 

“Um Kazuha...” your thoughts are frantic as you think of what to do. You didn’t really have any water to help, so you thought carrying him to the dock near where The Alcor was. Hopefully Beidou or someone you knew would be nearby. “Let’s get you up.” you say grabbing his arm and wrapping it around your shoulder.

“Mmn- moreeee...” he says reaching in the direction of the drink. You had to carry him away as he kept spouting nonsense. You had no idea Kazuha would become this type of drunk. However you couldn’t deny it was kind of cute. “(Y/nnnn)... so prettyyy...” he giggles dragging a figure attempting to boop your nose, but missing and booping your cheek instead. 

“I like you...” Kazuha has been saying just about everything in your book of things you’d never think he’d say. But this in particular made your heart stop. They say drunk words were sober thoughts, but you couldn’t help but think it would be too good to be true. “So so so so so so soooo much...” 

“If you weren’t tipsy I’d probably accept that... because I like you too.” you whisper to yourself getting quieter.

“...really?” Kazuha slurs. You whip your head to Kazuha, surprised that he heard you. However you were relieved that maybe he wasn’t thinking clearly since he was busy admiring a pebble on the ground. You chuckle a little for being able to have a conversation for this long with a drunk person.

“Y-yeah...” you finally sigh. The dock was finally coming into view.

“...” You feel the weight on your shoulder disappear and you stop walking to turn to look Kazuha in the eye. Kazuha’s expression changes, from a once clumsy and doe-eyed to now smiling awkwardly.

“I’m not tipsy.” 

You go wide-eyed, instantly having a million thoughts running through your mind. You could tell that he was not joking and indeed not tipsy, making you get hot from the embarrassment since you basically confessed. “And I like you too.”

“K-Kazuha!” you exclaim flinching a little. He chuckles apologetically, then extending out his hand towards you- a familiar gesture. But this time you don’t misunderstand it. 

“May I?” he whispers cupping your cheek and slowly getting closer towards you. You give a small nod before he finally closes the gap and you both slot your lips together. You were so close to Kazuha, you could smell his faint scent of the breeze. This was your first time kissing someone- and with Kazuha. Each little smooch made your heart race faster and faster.

Your noses bumped accidentally and you could feel Kazuha giggle a little from the slight vibrations, making you flustered and detaching yourself from him. You both catch your breath before laughing to ease the tension. 

“I sincerely apologize (y/n). I didn’t mean to startle you but I got nervous and I ended up following a crazy idea Beidou had. But I meant what I said, I do like you a lot.” Kazuha confesses. 

“I like you too!” you blurt out, not knowing how to respond.

“Yes, I figured.” he chuckles as you facepalm immediately coming to realization that you already said that. 

“I’ll see you around (y/n).” he says keeping eye contact with you as he takes your hand and kisses your knuckles. 

He was a mere wanderer, but maybe he could stay in Liyue for a bit longer. Besides, after the stunt he just pulled he does feel like he owes you another date. 

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Alternatively titled: Kazuha challenges Alhaitham for his Oscar fanonically

[momiji-bookhouse]

Hey there! I don't know if this is how it works but I would like to request kazuha with windwhill aster for your spring event 😍 not sure if I should add something else but yea lol

[Windwheel Aster]: "Where to?" "Anywhere, as long as it's with you."

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pairing: Kaedehara Kazuha x gn!reader

genre: hurt/comfort

Farewells are never as simple as a single goodbye.

It often signifies a transition, a step into a new phase in a person’s life that may mean having to change everything that they have known thus far. It may be something uttered in silence, carving into the person’s heart and fusing itself until it can convince them that this is how things are supposed to be. 

Kazuha is no stranger to the silence. From the moment his mother took her last breath while holding his soft weight in her arms, to the day his father joined her over that golden bank — where the bonsai leaves never wilt, where the flowers will bloom forever. The day his last name was reduced to a sharpened blade and a wandering soul, to memories of sublime lightning and pouring ash.

They settled into the blank spaces between his words, burned themselves under his silver tongue. Though people say that time heals all wounds, no healing ointment or blessed water could make it go away, or any easier.

But it was never his intention to leave without saying goodbye to you.

You deserve more than a measly written letter that could not adequately express everything he wants to say to you. You’re more important to him than a few honeyed words that could only glaze the surface.

But everything happened so fast. Crackling thunder. Blinding lightning. The smell of charred flesh and soot. The wind howling his name.

The next thing he knew, he was stowed away on a boat heading towards Watatsumi Island, where rumors of a rising resistance bubbled all the way to the Tenshukaku. The time that he spent with the resistance was not long by any means, but it was enough to build long-lasting friendships and cement his reputation as Inazuma’s most wanted fugitive.

During that time, he was hesitant to even send you a note of how he was doing, in fear that the Shogun’s army would get their hands on it and connect you to him. He would never forgive himself if even one strand of hair on your head was touched. Thus, even when the guilt ate away at him and his nightmares echoed with the sounds of your accusations, he held out.

It’s only when he was secured a spot on the Crux, implored by his friend Gorou, and reassured many times about the trustworthiness of the messenger did he finally decide to send you a letter about his situation. He knows it could never replace being able to see you in person, but a part of him was afraid that just one look at you and he would never be able to stomach leaving you behind.

But you deserve more than a life in the shadows. You deserve a life without worry, to be in the sun and not have to constantly look over your shoulder, to have someone beside you whenever you need them. Everything that he couldn’t give you.

Nevertheless, it doesn’t stop his heart from aching and his stomach from closing on itself as he stands on the deck of the Alcor, eyes fixed in the direction of the place he left behind, where he unknowingly put a part of his soul in the care of your gentle hands.

“Up-anchor in a few minutes!” One of the sailors shouts and the last of the preparation pick up speed. Kazuha reluctantly leaves his post to see if any assistance is needed from him, all the while the truth of the matter hits him harder than lightning off the shore of Yashiori. He’s leaving everything he knew behind; his homeland, his way of life, his friends, you.

You, you, you.

He wonders if you’ve gotten his letter by now. Would you be reading it under the shade of your favorite tree? Would you cry or curse his name as you read the words that he had so desperately poured his heart into?

Surrounded by all these noises, all these people, and he has never hated the silence so much.

Then...the sound of footsteps that stirs the ground, quickly pounding onto the wooden bridge that leads to the ship. It’s resilient and familiar, a sound he can recognized even in his hazy dreams. Kazuha whips his head around, crimson eyes wide with alarm and every breath of air knocked out of his lungs when he realizes that it is indeed you.

Abandoning all thought and reason, he races over to your side amidst the confused and indignant cries of the crew on board. He meets you just as you take a step onto the deck.

“(Y/N)!” Kazuha cries out. “What in the name of all that’s divine and celestial are you doing here?!” He clasps your shoulders, worry lines creasing his forehead as he sees you struggling to breathe, your knees buckling as if you just ran all the way from Narukami to Watatsumi.

“Got...your...le...letter.” You struggle with every intake of air. “Had...to see you!”

His body turns cold, like someone just dumped a bucket of seawater on him. When he sent you that letter, he never thought it could prompt you to make the journey so quickly.

“Kazuha.” The captain’s voice drops down an octave, her eyes narrowing in annoyance at the fact that a stranger just boarded her ship. “Who is this?”

“Captain Beidou. This is (Y/N), a very dear person to me.” He softly takes your hand in his and squeezes it as a sign of comfort.

“I’m sorry for barging like this, Captain.” You speak up. “But there’s something that I absolutely must say to Kazuha. It’ll be only for a moment.”

Her ruby gaze roams over the both of you and the air seems to be charged with electricity. It’s enough to make even the toughest squirm, and he quickly understands her reputation to be true.

“Go towards the bow of the ship,” she finally says after what feels like forever. “And be quick about it.”

“Yes, captain.”

He gently tugs you to the front of the ship, where thankfully there’s barely anyone to disrupt the private moment. Kazuha has so many things he wants to say to you, things he buried in the dark, but when face-to-face with you in the silence, his tongue suddenly feels like lead.

“Were you really planning to leave without saying goodbye?” You say in a tiny voice, hurt interwoven into every syllable.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N). I know the letter wasn’t enough. But I couldn’t risk the army connecting me to you.”

You sigh, the sound weary and tired. “For days I agonized over questions I have no answers to. Where did you go? What happened that day? Are you safe? Or are you...” You choke on your thoughts, the remains of it like poison on your tongue. “I was so confused and scared. So scared that the next time I walk the streets, there would be terrible news waiting for me. I know why you had to leave, but still, you're a terrible, terrible man for making me worried like that."

"I'm sorry. Believe me when I say that I wanted nothing more than to let you know where I was and how I was doing. But I would never be able to forgive myself if something happened to you if they happened to intercept my letter.”

“I get it, I do,” you say. The quiet stretch like a suffocating blanket. “...Are you...really going to leave?”

He nods, slowly and heavily. “I have to. It’s too dangerous for me to stay here. Not with this in my possession.” His hand goes to the lifeless thing tucked in his kimono, its coldness like dead weight. 

Your eyes glaze over as you look at the object, no doubt remembering it when it was pulsing with life. “Then...I’ll go with you.”

He snaps his head up at your statement, eyes becoming so impossibly wide that you fear it might pop out of his head. “W-what?”

“I’ll go with you,” you stand up straighter and say with more resolution.

“(Y/N), you can’t!” He hurriedly takes a hold of your shoulders. “I can’t let you do that.”

“And why not? Less you forget, Kazuha, I’m also a traveler.”

“But this is different! This...” How could he make you understand? “You’ll be uprooting your entire life, you’ll be leaving everything behind. You may never see Inazuma again.”

One of your hands reaches up to cover the one holding your right shoulder, your eyes lowering as you look at him. “Kazuha, I wouldn’t travel all the way from Narukami to here, risking questioning by the army, if I wasn’t ready to do all that? I’ve said all of my goodbyes, even to those who aren’t here anymore. But saying goodbye to you would surely break my heart.”

He swallows, heat prickling at the corner of his eyes. “What if something happens? What if you come to regret your decision?”

“I would rather endure all the waves and storms by your side, than look at the moon and wondering if you’re looking, too.”

The next breath that he exhales is heavy, like it holds everything his heart has hidden. “Okay.” His forehead gently connects with yours, the tendrils of his white hair caressing your cheek. “Okay.”

Of course, that’s not the end of things. The next step to do is to convince Captain Beidou to accept another person on board.

The aforementioned captain stares at you meticulously, causing a cold shiver to travel down your spine, after hearing your request.

“I can vouch for (Y/N)–” Kazuha speaks up, but he is quickly cut off by a wave of her hand.

“Have you sailed before?”

“Yes, multiple times when I travel with Kazuha. I have never been on a ship this size before, but I’m a quick learner!”

“Can you clean after yourself?”

“Yes!”

“Are you willing to take any orders and risk yourself in any situation?”

“Yes!”

“Do you like to party?”

“...yes?”

“Then welcome aboard, (Y/N).” Beidou finally gives you a smile, and you feel like something was lifted off your shoulders. “But I must warn you, if at any point I feel like you can’t handle a life at sea, you will be asked to disembark at the nearest port, got it?”

“Yes captain!”

When it was finally time to raise the anchor and set sail, you and Kazuha find yourself peering over the deck, the sound of crashing waves like a song as you watch the only place that you’ve ever known become farther and farther away from you.

Kazuha intertwines his fingers with yours, and though perhaps you should be a bundle of nerves right now at the prospect of leaving everything you have known behind, your heart is as tranquil as the clouds floating above.

“Hey,” Kazuha turns around to admire the way the wind caresses your hair. “Where do you think we’ll go from here?”

“Oh Kazuha. Anywhere.” You rest your head on his shoulder, a content smile blossoming on your face. “Simply anywhere.”

[puperv]

(🐟%) ˳ o_O )꒱ NAUGHTY !! 🖍 Kazuha

╰╮ 🍡﹑ cw: smut; gn!reader; masturbation once; knife play; blood; blood licking; reader asking 4 forgiveness; my broken english; reader is referenced as a big meanie(/hj) and provocates a lot; overstim; if you squint really hard theres a size kink; non-romantic relationship yet ??? Dunno, just had 2 get this off ma head. 👋 ☆

⌒⠀ִ ⠀ ✧ ⠀🔋 ﾟ ⠀ smut below ⠀⠀ ﹚

Like a ballerina trying desperately to feel her role in the tip of her toes; or a single string clinging to the arounds of a needle, Kazuha's sword was just an extention to his body. How his callused and yet, prince-like hands, managed to gracefully move troughout the blade. Licking his own blood to match his anger full eyes so he can keep chacing vengance from a memory so distant it only glimmers fadedly.

⸺ It trilled you on. ⸺ Trilled you to imagine how his hands could travel across your flushed body like a samurai embracing his sword and knowing the role they have to play. Imagine replacing your hands with his, touching just the right spots that not even you can find yourself. But during the high of those momments, you found a dirty dream on your mind.

Dreaming about the day you toy with him long enough to loose his patiance, to his blade who smelled his scent and who carried memories he sometimes rathers forget, finding itself in front of your bended body. Like a juvenile future hero who just loosed their first fight, completely vulnerable to have the tables turn on you. Thinking about the possibility of his heavy sword against your neck while he fucks you to compensate all of the foolishness that escapes your mouth. It would be curious for him to see your attitude falling to the floor...Maybe fear? Maybe your mooshy brain was just too pleasure drunk to even say anything that was: ⸺ HMMHMHMHMM~~ ZUHA!! M'SHOSORRY SORRY SORRYHMMMM♡ ⸺ But it was your fault his cock was so swolen and hard, it was your fault you ended up being overstimmed to the edge. All because of your disgusting little day dreaming.

But time was not gentle to you being in your own world, since Kazuha was meeting with you again for the usual "Keep the blood flowing!", or as most people would say: combat training.

But being a little meanie with him wouldn't hurt, right? ♡

[mondaymelon]

₊⊹ 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 ♡. | genshin!various x gn!reader

「 "𝐚𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐩…"」

— in which you kiss him ... accidentally, and indirectly.

𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 — kazuha, gaming, FREMINET, THOMA, KAVEH, chongyun, gorou

— "Ah, wrong cup."

It's a warm morning, yet the shade of the light canopy of trees provides ample comfort. At your words, however, the amicable conversation halts. Gingerly, you place his cup back on its saucer, uttering a quiet apology. "Sorry, sorry..."

Ugh, a quiet moment with someone you'd been pining after for ages, and you likely just sabotaged any chance you had. Making someone uncomfortable is surely not a way to have someone fall head over heels for you. You cautiously glanced upwards, catching the sight of... something you didn't expect...!?

He hid in his hand, raised and flush against his face. It was rather insufficient in the whole "hiding" department, however, for you could still clearly see the fluster on his features and the red cast across the tips of his ears. Just above the cover of his fingers were his eyes, hurriedly averted from yours. His mouth was slightly ajar, but in the moments that passed, his lips moved to form whispers you couldn't quite catch.

You stood, frantic. Really, every one of your plans was going awry. "I'm sorry! I, I'll go get you a new cup-"

"He caught his hand in his before you could fully depart, clutching it tightly. His usually cool skin was warm. "N, No, I- It's fine..."

He watched your face brighten with relief as you sat back down, completely cheery again, and released a breath quietly.

Ah, how was he supposed to tell you that the mere sight of your lips touching where he had put his made his heart skip a beat?

— It simply wasn't fair.

𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 — HEIZOU, KAEYA, CHILDE, venti, ayato, LYNEY

— "Wait, let me try..."

Word had gotten around of a new drink, supposedly "the best in all of teyvat"... naturally, that called for a timely visit. It didn't exactly matter who you went with, though who were you fooling, it did, and he'd been the first one that came to mind when you were drafting a letter. Now, he stood by your side, leisurely swinging his arms while he walked and smiling smugly.

The reason? The moment you reached into your pocket to fish out your wallet to pay the fee for two drinks, you'd found your pockets empty, and that's where he had swooped in, graciously handing over his mora instead. The moment the two of you exited the vicinity of the drink stall, however, he somehow materialized your wallet once more and placed it in your hands with a cat-like grin. That little... you'd be sure to treat him to a meal sometime soon, a favor like that couldn't just be gone unpaid.

...That, and it was a convenient excuse to spend another outing with him.

"Hey, you got the limited edition flavor? C'mon, give me just a sip..." You beamed when he handed said drink down towards you, taking a sip from his straw — until you realized just what you'd done, of course.

It wasn't like it was something dire, not by any means. You were rather the romantic, and the fact that... well, hadn't the two of you just kissed indirectly?

You didn't voice your thoughts, only meekly retreated after handing the bottle back to him, growing even more flustered when your fingers brushed against his in the process. He seemed to hear them, however, and a smirk made its way onto his lips.

"Oh, don't tell me you were aiming for an indirect kiss all along?"

"W- No!" Ugh, that twinkle in his eyes was dangerous. It's easy to see that he doesn't believe you in the slightest. Yet, before you can dispense another rebuttal, he reaches a hand up to your hair and makes a mess of it.

— "Aha, who knew you were so sly~"

𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 — alhaitham, XIAO, albedo, diluc, neuvillette

— "Is something wrong?"

Well, not exactly "wrong", per se. Instead, there was definitely something wrong with you in particular.

The situation started off like any other would. You found the man in his usual place, and greeted him with a smile, to which he nodded in response. He was a busy person, so you'd decided to take the initiative and make him a boxed lunch, only planning to give it to him and then let him carry on with whatever tasks he needed to complete — only... hey, wasn't it too out of character of him to ask you to feed him??

He glanced up at you, his head subconsciously tilting to the side. Just with that simple movement, a figurative arrow struck your heart. "If it's too much trouble, nevermind-"

You awkwardly coughed into your fist, trying to disperse any awfully hopeful thoughts of "hey, isn't this so romantic!?" in your head — yearning for him was one thing, but projecting your imagination of him would be another entirely. "No, it's fine- I was just caught off guard, is all..." At this point, you were more so convincing yourself than him. You dipped your head in a nod to yourself. Of course, he was so swamped with duties that he couldn't spare the time to feed himself, that was the case, wasn't it?

"Here, open wide..." You took a portion of the food and lifted it up to his lips, and he ate it agreeably. Hamster. He's like a hamster, a thought you really shouldn't be having considering how his disposition was, but seeing him swiftly chewing the portion in his cheeks... you cleared your throat, only to flinch with a start upon realizing he'd taken the utensils from you. Now, he held some of the lunch up to you, gesturing it to your mouth.

"Eh, but this is for you-" You declined, yet the insistence in his gaze only grew.

"You brought it for me, so you should have some as well."

"Well... alright," not willing to bother with an argument you were not likely to win, you ate what he hovered before you gratefully, trying to ignore the way he was staring at you as you ate.

W, Wait, hold on, isn't that the same cutlery he used-

"Your face is red. Did you choke? Here, let me-"

"No, it's just that- we, just now- ah, it's nothing."

— "Mhm."

( a/n ) new post format and its silly ( i hate everything about this ) :stareyes: ahahah anyways. trying to revive myself so. you guys get ( poorly cooked ) food :>

𝐭 𝐚 𝐠 𝐥 𝐢 𝐬 𝐭 : @manager-of-the-pudding-bank, @iamdedinside, @ilyuu, @falors, @swivy123, @scara-is-my-wife, @lupicalbestwolf, @justyoureader,@fiannee, @aether-darling, @ceneid, @avensuersa, @solxima, @sangoqueenkoko, @haliyamori ...

[lavenderchqn]

synopsis — 4NEMO idol dating scenarios pairing — idol!aether, venti, xiao, heizou, kazuha and wanderer x gn!reader warnings — reader is also an idol in heizou's and wandy's; venti is feeling melancholic (me2, dw king); xiao is in the trenches, a very minor panic attack in heizou's, just regular sad stuff happening in the setting of wanderer's and genuine chaos wanderer but what's new with him; heads up for kpop related language, that's all I think? notes — I have officially called the 4nemo fandom wispies as an homage to the venti wisp, we have to deal with my mistake now.

The time for your weekly live was nigh. For the past few months, you had taken it upon yourself to spend a few hours streaming some work on Friday. Although it was abysmal to even think about working on a Friday afternoon. Having it be a stream made you more motivated to work. 

Ever since becoming a manager of 4NEMO, you had to grab onto anything to not procrastinate. The role expansion from a producer to a producer-manager hadn’t been treating you kindly. Not to mention it had been a sudden decision, due to their previous manager leaving suddenly after the death of a close friend. You couldn’t have left the boys on their own.

“Good afternoon, Chat.” You opened your stream the same, just like always. Your camera was turned on, showing your business casual self to hundreds of fans. Another perk of forcing yourself to work under the watchful eye of Whispies — the lovely fandom that was here to support the boys. 

“What are we doing today, [Y/N]?” You read the chat message out loud that’s been swimming in the sea of hellos and wishes for productive work. “Just regular stuff, I have some emails to answer. Everything I don’t want to come to on Monday… I guess”

After the initial stream preparations and deciding on the theme of Lofi music accompanying you for the journey, you made sure to remember to put your camera on full screen. If there was one thing you didn’t want to happen, that’d be catching a lawsuit for sharing sensitive information. 

“Gonna work now.” You turned to the camera, putting a fist slightly in the air. “Fighting, everyone.”

With that, you were off — your timer running down from an hour. Very quickly after your first stream, with the decision made alongside your fans, you had all settled on a Pomodoro method. You would work for an hour, taking care of everything possible and having a short break. It would most often turn into a quick Q&A section. 

Looking back, becoming friends with the fans had only done you wonders. By being established very quickly into the career of 4NEMO, they had nothing but support for the time your relationship with Aether has been announced. Oh, that had been a rollercoaster of a day. And let’s be real, the stream of that week’s Friday had been the most viewed one on your channel. 

An email here, an email there… You were absolutely swarmed with emails. Just what on earth was Venti doing to need so many emails answered.

You put your head in your hands, sighing. “I am going to kill you on Monday, you dick.” Whispering to yourself, trying to give away as little as possible. For the sake of the fans, you just couldn’t threaten to murder one of their beloved idols. Especially not Wanderer’s or Xiao’s… If that were the case, you probably wouldn’t even make it to Monday. 

Having decided to calm yourself down with a sip of water, you notice the timer of your phone going down to zero. What a lovely timing, you thought.

“Alright, everyone.” You turn to the camera, your phone in hand. “An hour has passed, it’s break time.” 

The excitement in the messages is apparent. Some fans show up to the stream just for the questions-and-answer segment. At the very least, it’s what the statistics say. You don’t blame them whenever that happens. If you were in their position, you’d probably share the enthusiasm for the possibility of learning more about your favourite music artists from a reliable source. 

“What question do you want to start with?” You ask eyes on the chat box. The first question had always been the one to set the tone for the rest of the section. 

The Chat in question goes into chaos with far too many questions at once. Some of them instantly get deleted by moderators for not abiding by the rules… some of them are unhinged, to say the least. Why of all things they’d want to know the foot size of Kuni’s— Wanderer’s. You had promised to call him by his stage name, you should do that even when thinking.

In an instant, one of the questions pops out to you. “Can you sing your favourite Chimes’ song for us?” You read it out loud. It was the first week that this would’ve made sense. Last week the newest album of 4NEMO came out, featuring solo member songs for the first time. 

You put on a thinking face, fully aware it’s just for show. Ever since starting the work on said album, almost a year ago… It was given which of the songs would be your favourite. 

“I’m no singer, but I could try…” You answer, fully prepared to start singing ‘The Road Not Taken’ by your lovely partner. There’s so much encouragement from the fans, that it’d be a shame not to try. “Don’t laugh at me once you hear it though! It was your idea, guys!” 

Taking a deep breath, you prepare yourself. You imagine the intro part with its beautiful guitars and piano notes. You even mimic playing the guitar.

“Traveling in the nights you've left me in…” Surprisingly, your voice is magnificent for this. You’re surprised at yourself for how good you sound. “I feel you in the last blow of wind…” 

“Even nowhere I can find you out,” You start swaying, imagining your partner singing the song next to you. “The answer is not far off now…” 

You’re so into the song in your head, that you don’t even realise the door to your room has been opened. Don’t notice your lovely partner coming into the frame, shushing the screaming chat. He’s about to make you aware of his existence.

“This journey of ours has been bittersweet…” You stumble back to reality when you realise the voice you’re hearing isn’t yours. Looking around, you finally notice Aether standing right next to you. You roll away from him, surprised to the core. 

“Oh my gosh, you scared me!” You shout, hands at your chest. “What are you doing here?” 

“The voice of an angel summoned me, of course.” He winks at you, still in the frame. “How are you, my Love?” 

“Fucking floored, mate.” You slump down into your chair, embarrassed at the situation. “I didn’t even know you were home.” 

“I just got back… I’m so fucking sore.” He sighs, stealing one of the other chairs in your office and taking a seat. “Remind me to kick Ven in the balls for such a rigorous practice session on Monday…” 

“We’re live, Aether!” Not only was he threatening one of his group mates on a live… he was also destroying his established angelic persona. 

Let’s just say… Venti was not happy on Monday, with either of you.

It’s close to 1 AM right now. The final concert of their latest tour came to an end around an hour ago. It happened right here, in Mondstadt… his home. The group's biggest tour, one that allowed them to travel all across Teyvat. Looking back, as the leader… and the initiator of the group, Venti should be ecstatic. It’s an enormous achievement no matter how you look at it. He got to perform with some of the closest people in his life and travel the world ending it with a chance to sing right in his place. 

… And yet, at the same time… he’s feeling a little empty. For the longest time, this was their major goal. Now that it has been achieved, what’s more for 4NEMO to work towards to. That’s all that’s on Venti’s mind during their ride to their apartment complex. He’s silent for the entire duration — something that isn’t unacknowledged by the other members. 

“Venti, what’s on your mind?” Kazuha asks, his voice sleepy. “You’ve been silent ever since the concert ended. Surely the resident yapper would have something to add?” 

“I’m doing absolutely fantastic, Kazu!” Venti forces himself to be energetic. If he could, he’d just turn around and go nap… following in the footsteps of Aether and Heizou, who are asleep in their seats. “Just… taking the entire day in.” 

“I see.” Kazuha smiles, turning around and settling into his seat. “Make sure to take care of yourself, whatever is on your mind.” 

Xiao and Wanderer don’t engage in the conversation, most likely too tired to participate. At the very least they don’t comment on Venti’s unusual behaviour further. As much as he appreciates them not prodding into his thoughts… he wishes they would. Just this once. Just so that he doesn't have to be surrounded by all those voices. It’s just… difficult to come up with anything. It’s very loud inside his head. Far too loud. 

Venti gazes out of the car window, watching Mondstadt’s familiar streets blur past as they head back to their apartment complex. The city is quiet at this hour, bathed in the soft glow of streetlights, and yet it feels strangely distant to him. He should feel at home here, in the place that had shaped so much of his identity as both an artist and a person, but tonight... it’s just like any other city, just one of the many they’d visited on the tour.

It doesn’t get better even when the car stops at the entrance to the apartment complex. With the help of Xiao and Wanderer, they all manage to lead their sleepy companions to their flats. Oh, one of the perks of being well-established -  being able to sleep in a place that you don’t have to share with anyone. 

Now that he’s left all alone, prompted to head on to have his deserved rest by the two other awake members, he finally feels the exhaustion enter his body. Had it been any other day, Venti would most likely have taken a bath and had a glass of dandelion wine… Not tonight though. 

As soon as he opens the door to his apartment, he gets reminded of your presence in it. Your shoes are right next to his slippers… Multiple of his oversized jackets that have gotten borrowed for eternity by you… He’s home. Actually home… and not in an all-inclusive hotel. 

It’s for the better. Venti thinks there would be no way for him to fall asleep after a night like this in a stuffy hotel. Truth be told, he’s unsure if he will manage it tonight at all. He feels the immense need to distract his thoughts somehow, anyhow. 

That’s how he ends up on the balcony, his phone in hand. He’s starting a live at almost 3 AM in the morning… He prays that Xiao and Wanderer have joined the other three in going to sleep. Venti would rather not have to deal with their teasing the next time they meet.

In no time a bunch of Wispies are joining, concerned messages pouring into the chat. 

“It’s going to be a short one, don’t you worry lovelies…” He says, his voice hushed. Despite coming so late at night he’s unsure if you’ve fallen asleep yet. Venti predicts you must be out, given the lack of attention he’s been given. 

“To all of you who were at tonight’s concert…” He starts, eyes looking out into the distance.” I hope you got back safely. Safety is a priority, after all.” 

Thanks to a sudden force of wind, Venti’s hair flutters around his face as he continues to speak, his voice soft and calm despite the rush of thoughts in his head. He wasn’t sure why he decided to go live, maybe it was the strange emptiness that had settled in after the concert — something he couldn't explain to his bandmates but perhaps could share with his fans. They’d been with him from the start, after all.

“To everyone who came tonight... thank you,” Venti continues, his fingers absentmindedly fidgeting with the ends of his braids. “You guys made this tour special. Ending it in Mondstadt, my home... it was like coming full circle. But... now that it’s over, it feels strange, y’know?”

The chat instantly floods with responses — some fans expressing their love for the group and their music, others showing concern for his wellbeing. Venti smiled faintly at the screen, feeling the warmth from their concern, but he wasn’t ready to dive into his deeper thoughts just yet. Not here, not now.

He sighed and leaned against the balcony railing, the cool night air helping to clear his head. The lights of Mondstadt twinkled in the distance, casting a soft glow over the quiet streets. It was peaceful, and yet, inside him, there was still this gnawing feeling of incompletion.

“I guess it’s funny,” he chuckled softly, “we’ve been working toward this tour for so long... and now that it’s done, I can’t but feel a little lost. Like, what’s next? What should we work toward now?” He paused, letting the words sink in as he read through the chat. Some Wispies echoed his sentiment, sharing their own experiences of feeling aimless after reaching a big goal. Others reassured him that whatever came next, they’d be there for him and the group, regardless of the route they took. 

Venti took a deep breath. “I don’t know what the future holds for 4NEMO, but I do know this... I’m grateful. For all of it. The music, the journey, and most importantly, for all of you.”

He is about to sign off when a soft sound behind him makes him freeze. The unmistakable creak of a door opening. His heart skips a beat as he glances over his shoulder, expecting to see an empty doorway — only to find you standing there, rubbing your eyes sleepily covered by a blanket. You must’ve been woken by his quiet monologue.

“Venven… why are you out on the balcony at this hour?” You ask, your voice thick with sleep. Venti doesn’t realise it at the time, but it is the introduction… of his lover to 4NEMO fans. He must think quick, not wanting to share more than necessary. 

He waves at the camera, giving a hurried smile to his fans. “Alright, Wispies, gotta go. Need to take care of something!” He ends the live, putting his phone down before turning around to you.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you, my muse…” Venti says softly, running a hand through his hand. “Couldn’t sleep…” 

You step closer, the cool night breeze causing you to try to partially cover him with your blanket. “I could tell. You’ve got that look again… like you’re thinking too much.”

Venti chuckles lightly, still lacking his usual energy. “Yeah, maybe I am.” His eyes meet yours, the usual playful demeanour replaced with something more vulnerable. “The tour’s over... and I thought I’d feel more... complete. But instead, I just feel... empty.”

You join him to lean against the railing as well, your presence grounding him in a way he hasn’t realise he needed. “Maybe that’s normal,” You say after a moment to think. “You’ve been pushing yourself for so long. Maybe now that you’ve reached that goal, it’s okay to feel... off. You don’t always have to know what comes next. The guys are going to help you with that, for sure.”

Venti lets your words sink in, his shoulders relaxing a bit. It’s comforting… getting to hear it was okay to not have all the answers. Since the beginning, he had been the one everyone relied on to keep things moving forward. But maybe, just maybe, it was alright to take a step back and figure things out at his own pace. With or without their support. 

“Thanks,” He murmurs. “I guess I needed to hear that.”

You smile softly, nudging him with your shoulder. “You’re allowed to take a break, you know. The world can wait for a while.”

Venti chuckles again, this time with more sincerity. “Yeah... I guess you’re right.” He takes a look back out at Mondstadt, the weight on his chest lifting ever so slightly. The future can wait. For now, he has this moment, and that was enough.

As you stand together on the balcony, the city quiet and still, Venti finally feels the tension ease out of him. He doesn’t have all the answers, and maybe that is okay. For tonight, being here, with you, is all he needs.

Whatever was happening today, was nothing short of chaos. Venti — the resident night owl — has been stuck in calls management for the past few hours, and questioned about the mess happening on social media. Xiao was at the epicentre of it, and they all needed the guy to realise whatever was going on. 

Every awake member has done their utmost to try and get ahold of Xiao, without any success. Their last resort would be to visit his apartment… for quite the surprise. 

By the time Xiao wakes up the 4NEMO group chat is in shambles. The poor idols have been trying to summon him for the past hours, their texts and calls going unanswered. He’s unsure what to do first when he sees all the notifications on his phone. 

Once another call screen shows up, he finally answers. It’s Venti, obviously. Perhaps the group leader will enlighten him on what has transpired for the members to be unrestful. 

“—Hello?” Xiao says, unsure.

“Oh my archon, fucking finally!” Venti’s shout makes the man recoil from the phone in an instant. “Have you seen the fucking video yet?” 

“For fuck’s sake, lower your voice down… What’s up?” Xiao answers, looking at the asleep person in his bed. You’ve decided to stay the night after the date you had yesterday. He takes a second to think about what video Venti is even talking about. 

As far as he’s concerned, it has to be the ‘making of’ their latest comeback… It’s been almost three weeks, meaning it was high time for it to be released.

“What happened?” Xiao asks once more, unnerved at Venti’s silence. Shit must’ve seriously hit the fan if Venti was giving him the silence treatment. He takes a second to think about what could’ve happened in the making of video of all things. He remembers you were there working as a movie producer… Was he in trouble due to something you’d done? 

“Just…” Venti’s voice is numb, overwhelmed by the situation at hand. “Check twitter, would you.” He commands before hanging up. 

Xiao blinks at his phone, the call abruptly ending with Venti’s cryptic demand. The sudden tension in his voice felt completely out of place, especially after such a peaceful night. He glances over at you, still fast asleep beside him, your face serene in the morning light filtering through the window. Whatever this was, it could wait... but clearly not for long.

He opened Twitter to a mess of being the star of trending tags. Not only him… You were also there, dubbed as ‘Xiao[Y/N]’. That was most certainly bad. The fans were not supposed to know about your relationship. What the fuck was going on? 

Xiao hesitates a little before clicking to see what the deal is about. Maybe he's still dreaming. He wishes that was the case. His fingers hover over the trending tag. His heart is pounding in his chest, as anxiety creeps up his spine. He takes a deep breath before finally clicking on it. As the page loads, he’s met with an abundance of videos, comments, and screenshots. At first glance, it feels like utter chaos — the group’s fans are divided into theorising about your relationship, defending and attacking almost equally. 

After a lot of scrolling, he finally sees it — one video with a particularly high number of notes. As soon as he clicks to see it, it all starts making sense. It’s the one scene Xiao had asked the editors to leave out the video… still in their newest release. 

After multiple takes, the producers had announced that they finally got the shot. 

“What do you think?” Xiao asked, coming up to you, swiping the sweat from his forehead. Solo scenes always made him nervous. Especially those where he was supposed to look attractive… and borderline sultry. If he had to pick a singular thing that absolutely enraged him, it was the constant need to pander to their fans. 

“Very hot,” You answered, taking a look at him. You know you had gotten extremely lucky by getting into a relationship with such an attractive guy like Xiao… There were so many fans wishing they were in your spot, writing fanfiction just to get a crumb of what you had a daily intake of. “You gotta wear your hair pushed back more often.” 

Your comment intrigued Xiao. Perhaps getting to work with an idol group for the first time, not to mention one your partner was in, was bringing out your weird thoughts. “Oh really?” He could engage in a little bit of teasing, why not. His eyes didn’t leave yours as he combed his hand through his hair. 

From the faint hotness that crept onto your cheeks, he knew of the effect he had on you. Unfortunately for him, you were not the only one observing his motions. 

“Get a fucking room, you lovebirds!” Heizou shouted from the other end of the shooting venue. This had gathered the attention of the remaining 4NEMO members, who out of nowhere became extremely interested in Xiao’s solo scenes… And with them, the camera followed in your direction.

It’s all there… in it’s full glory. “Fuck,” Xiao curses under his breath. He feels a sudden rush of cold, realising exactly why Venti sounded so panicked. This wasn’t just a minor breach of privacy — it was a full exposure of a relationship everyone involved with 4NEMO had been desperately trying to keep hidden. 

The shitstorm he’s in the middle of proving exactly why he never spoke about you. The comments were relentless, ranging from supportive to accusatory. Some were feeling betrayed, others were speculating about every detail of your relationship. There were calls for a boycott, with a cluster of fans defending Xiao and his right to a private life. 

He shuts his phone off, gripping his hair in frustration. This isn’t just bad for him— for heaven’s sake, you still didn’t know about anything. Would you even have a job anymore? For fucks’ sake, you had been so excited about working with 4NEMO and idols in general… and due to this fucking error your career could easily be over before it even took off. 

Whatever this mess is, it needed desperate damage control. And for the sake for the sake of keeping your relationship healthy, he had to make you aware of what had happened.

Xiao shakes you awake, guilt all over his face. You look so comfy tucked under the blankets, akin to a kitten. No matter how much he’d prefer to leave you be and deal with the mess himself. There was absolutely a call to be made to whoever edited this episode. 

“Five more mins…” You turn to the other side, getting away from Xiao’s hand. 

“We don’t have five minutes,” Xiao sighs, taking away your blankets. “We’re in a lot of trouble, babe.” 

The singular mention of you being in trouble wakes you up more efficiently than any espresso. 

You sit up immediately, rubbing your eyes as you register Xiao’s serious tone. The warmth of the blankets is quickly replaced by a knot of anxiety forming in your stomach. "What do you mean we're in trouble?" you ask, your voice laced with confusion.

Xiao hesitates for a moment, his lips pressed into a thin line. "The making-of video... It’s out. And... there’s a scene in there. Us.”

It takes a second for his words to fully sink in. Your heart skips a beat as you process the weight of his words. “Wait, what? Us?” You ask, blinking rapidly confused. 

“Yeah, that solo scene thing. The one where we… where I came over to talk to you. They didn’t cut it like I asked.” He looks at you with a mixture of guilt and concern. “Everyone knows now.” 

You lay back down, deflated. No matter how much you tried to damage control — cutting out the scene, pulling the video down… it wouldn’t do anything. Whatever entered the domain of the internet would stay there for eternity. “What do you suggest, Xiao?” 

“I need to call management, that's for fucking sure.” 

Humming, you accept his thought. Getting the input of a third party would be for the best. The company must have a PR specialist ready to help with the damage control. “I thought you’d break up with me instantly if that ever were to happen.” 

Xiao, who by this point got out of bed stops himself before leaving the room. The look he gives you says everything — ‘the fucking audacity you have’. He’s appalled at your train of thought.

“Have you lost your mind?.” He says, voice laced with coldness. “We’re in this together, for better or worse.” 

Maintaining a relationship with an idol under sworn secrecy was difficult, but do you know what was even harder? Being an idol yourself and having to keep it to yourself. 

You and Heizou had made the decision to keep your relationship private. After days of discussing and gathering input from your agency teams, you both reached the same conclusion: it was far easier to be cautious in public than to navigate the complexities of parasocial fans.

Every outing became a carefully calculated operation — hoodies on, masks and glasses adoring your faces. Not the simplest touch was shared between the two of you in public. Every precaution you could taken, you took. Any hugs, kisses and whatever Heizou felt like showering you with had to be done behind closed doors. If there had been one advantage of being signed to different idol agencies, it would’ve been the lack of ‘company-wide’ appearances. Honestly, if you two were ever seen together in public like that… well, social media would simply go up in flames.

Yet, there was one unavoidable event where idol groups from all over Teyvat would gather — the end-of-year awards. A nightmare for anyone trying to keep their relationship under wraps. Not only was the venue packed with fans, but it was also swarming with cameras. Every reaction shot of idols was broadcasted globally, often becoming memes, destined to live on as reaction images for ages.

This year’s award ceremony was most certainly one to go down in history. 

You knew 4NEMO would be one of the groups performing this year — Heizou had given you a heads-up. You’d heard him hum through the setlist they’d prepared, and you’d even had a sneak peek at the prototype outfits they’d be wearing. But what he conveniently left out was who would be taking on the solo dance during the final instrumental section.

Now, seated at the table, surrounded by your fellow members and other industry icons, you suddenly understood why he’d kept that part a secret.

As the lights dimmed and refocused on a single point, your heart skipped a beat. A spotlight circled to the stage, and there he was — draped in burgundy, his signature colour, eyes fierce and focused. Every subtle hint, every melody he hummed recently, all led to this moment. And yet, seeing him under the spotlight, dressed to the nines and poised to take on the solo, was breathtaking in a way that not a single writer could capture with their words. 

The music swelled, and Heizou moved with flawless precision. Each and every beat punctuated by sharp turns and graceful slides. It was simply impossible to take your eyes off of him. 

In your subconscious, you could feel people staring at you, and yet there was not a single thing that could force you to look away. It felt as if Heizou was dancing right in front of you, for you. The distance from the tables you were sitting at to the stage where he was did not exist at that moment. 

You could notice every glint in his eye, every smirk creeping on his face. He was not dancing for the audience. They simply had the privilege of being in the same space as the two of you. Holy fuck, your boyfriend was so fucking hot. Of course, he was attractive each and every day. Today he simply decided to crank it up to an eleven. 

Whatever that Casanova was doing, he was doing it damn right. He was simply in each and every single one thought of your head and— oh my god. Did his hair tie just slip out?! Dearest fucking archons, the last thing you needed was witnessing his ruby locks swaying to the rhythm. 

Wait, wait, wait. Dance breaks never lasted this long. What was going on? Did you get teleported to a different dimension, where time slowed just for you? Simply to allow you to watch your partner in his element? Surely not? Fuck, Heizou needed to really fucking stop. With each and every beat, you felt melting in your seat a little more. 

With a strong push, your little trance was over. Your leader, and frankly your best friend has been trying to shake you back to reality for the last few minutes.

“Heavens, [Y/N].” They whispered, finally getting your attention away from your partner. “We most certainly do not need a dating scandal tonight.” Your confused look must’ve alerted your fellow members of how out of it you are. Truly, to you, the past thirty seconds felt like hours. 

“You’ve been watching your loverboy so hard, you didn’t even notice that your reaction was out for everyone to see.” 

“Pretty sure it’s all over the net already.” 

“Man, I even took a picture. Wanna see?”

You cover your face with your hands, the seriousness of the situation slowly creeping in. Of course, they showed you. Not anyone else, but you. Do you even want to know how you looked? You feel all warm from the sheer nervousness enveloping your entire body. 

“Our silly [Y/N],” Your leader resumes throwing whispers your way. “I don’t think, I’ve ever seen a person look at someone else with so much love in their eyes.”

“Your boyfie for sure enchanted you tonight. Make sure you reward him well later tonight.” 

Oh right, you still had to deal with Heizou’s reaction on top of everything. 

You have been pacing around your flat ever since getting home. You refuse to check either your phone or social media in general. Living with a lack of knowledge sounds like such bliss. You most certainly do not need to be given a reality check. Every time your brain stops for a little, your thoughts circle back to the performance Heizou gave earlier today. 

“How annoying…” You whisper to yourself, slapping your cheeks gently. You really need something to take over your mind for a short while.

“Oh? What’s annoying you, dearest?” Heizou asks, his arms sneaking around your figure to give you a back hug. He separates the second he feels panic creep into your body. “Shh— It’s just me, don’t you worry.” 

With a few deep breaths, led by your partner holding your hand and caressing it gently to further ground you, your heart rate finally returns to normal.

“Hi,” You stammer, finally taking a look at him.

“Hi,” Heizou answers back, his olive eyes looking with relief. “You okay now?” 

“Yeah, sorry for worrying you for a sec there.” You sigh. “I’ve been out of it ever since the awards…” Your mind takes a double-back the second the words leave your mouth. Oh, you made a blunder. 

“Did I dance too good for your liking, dear?” Heizou asks a smile not leaving his face as he tilts his head. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this enchanted at something!” 

You’re completely still, taking his words in. Did— did he see your face while performing or… Oh heavens, did he get that from social media?

“The fans have dubbed your reaction ‘the only correct one’.” 

You let out a groan, the unwanted reality settling in even more. The only correct reaction — as if you hadn’t already put yourself on display enough tonight. All you can do is bury your face in your hands again. 

“Oh my god,” You mutter, voice muffled a little. “I knew I was watching a little too closely… I didn’t think they’d actually put it on a screen for everyone to notice.” 

“Oh, trust me, love. There was no reality where that wouldn’t get shown.” Heizou chuckles, taking your hands gently and moving them aside to get a good look at your face. “Your expression was… let’s just keep it short. It was quite legendary. Almost had Xiao break his emo persona when we saw the fans’ posts on the drive back…” 

You try and muster up a comeback, but nothing seems to come out. Instead, you just shake your head, feeling warmth blooming in your cheeks once more. “Look, I can’t help that I— “

“That you what?” Heizou prompts, leaning in dangerously close with a mischievous smirk, your hand still in his… His eyes fixed on yours. 

“That I got… carried away.” You pause, exhaling with your entire body. “I mean, how could I not?! You were amazing, babe. I felt as if you were dancing just for me…” 

Heizou’s smirks softens, as he nods slightly. “Perhaps I was,” he says, voice dropping to gentle murmur. “Perhaps I put everything into that dance… just because I knew you were watching.” 

You manage to wiggle your hand out from his grasp. As it slowly rises up his body right to his face, you take his words in. Dancing with so much passion just because you were there huh? You pinch his cheek gently. “Next time, dance like that for me in private.” 

“Oh?” His demeanour matches the one he had a few hours ago, the one which allured you so much. “How about you take me out to dinner first, then?”

It was no secret to the 4NEMO fanbase what your relationship with Kazuha was. You had been clearly dubbed his soulmate ever since you were introduced during one of his vlogs. Despite the initial confusion, they had no choice but to accept your position. Besides, you were an absolute sweetheart. 

Sooner than later, you — a complete outsider to the world of idols — had garnered your own fanbase. Having been dubbed the 7th member of the group, protecting the boys from the ‘6 member curse’ you had become one of the most recurring side characters of 4NEMO daily content. 

Despite being loved by many, some things never changed. Errands being one of them. At the end of the year, they just piled up like crazy, the atrocious weather discouraging you from ever leaving your house to do them in the first place. 

“Come on, Dove…” Kazuha sighed, peeling the blankets from your body. He had promised to accompany you on your mission and preferred to be back in time for his afternoon nap. “We ought to get leave soon.” 

He was met with unintelligible muffled words, most likely telling him to scram off. You, his absolute sweetheart of a partner telling him to fuck off? Quite the blasphemy. Kazuha just couldn’t leave the situation like this. Well… it was time to use brutal strength, wasn’t it? 

In one singular swift motion, he scooped you up, blankets and all. If you didn’t leave the bed on your own, he’d simply take the bed with you. “You know I won’t be able to join you unless we do it today.” Kazuha was right — starting next week the group would begin their winter tour… Leaving you completely to your own devices. You would most certainly procrastinate it then too… 

“I know…” You said, voice laced with sadness. “Am too comfy, thoughhh…” 

If there was one way for Kazuha to take said comfiness away… Simply, It would be putting his muscles to good use. Here was to hoping he didn’t strain any of them. He’d rather not face the wrath of Venti and the group’s management. As he predicted, as soon as he started to spin in place — you still secured in his arms, you started shouting for him to let you go. Your lovely feeling of comfortableness and warmth was long gone… 

“Pleasure to be working with you, Dove.” He lowered you onto the ground, allowing you to take a breather. Anything to make the world not spin. “Get ready, I’ll start working on breakfast.” 

Just as you predicted, doing your errands in the company of your partner boosted your productivity. You managed to get a lot done… with your yearly health checkup as a cherry on top. As a treat and a reward for actually doing your errands, Kazuha was taking you to your favourite cafe as a prize. 

Located in a hidden alleyway, it never had too many customers. The only ones who knew about its existence were coffee connoisseurs or 4NEMO fans, who learned about it from your daily instagram stories.  

As you and Kazuha stepped into the cosy, dimly lit café, the warmth immediately contrasted with the biting cold outside. The soft hum of lo-fi music played in the background as the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee mixed with maple syrup enveloped the space. It was exactly the little haven you needed after a long day of errands, and Kazuha smiled as he saw the familiar look of contentment on your face.

"You always relax the moment we walk in here," He remarked whispering, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

"How could I not? This place feels like a big hug," you reply, finding your favourite corner by the window. The barista, a young-looking girl came over to ask for your drinks of choice.  She must’ve been a new hire since neither of you had ever seen her before. She was quickly shushed by her coworker, who decided to take over your order. 

“The usual?” She asked, a smile on her face. 

“Absolutely.” You answered, turning to Kazuha. “What about you, love?” You pointed to the maple latte, something that would fit his tastes to a T. “That sounds like something you’d enjoy.” 

Kazuha shook his head, mentioning to the barista to make his usual order. “Just because my song is titled ‘Maple Leaf Samurai’ doesn’t mean I’m obsessed with maple flavour, silly.” He flicked your head lightly. 

In no time your drinks are delivered by the younger barista. She takes a few good looks at both of you, as well as the drinks that now are on the table. “I hope you enjoy!” She smiles, before heading to go back… 

“Oh, um.” You turn around, sort of curious about the girl. “Did you start working here recently?” You ask, getting her attention. “You don’t have to answer, but I’m simply curious. We’re regulars.” 

She comes closer, moving a chair for her to sit on. “I am! I’ve learned of this place thanks to an idol group I listen to… You know, 4NEMO?” Oh. Did you perhaps open a can of worms? While it was nothing out of the ordinary for the fans to visit this place due to a recommendation you had given, getting a job was quite next level. Regardless if it was you or any other idols good on the girl. Getting a job at a young was so difficult in this part of Teyvat.

“The coffee is really lovely here…” You answer, taking a sip. “The people that recommended you this place must know what they’re saying.” Kazuha is keeping his eyes on you, not wanting to draw any unnecessary attention to himself. Meeting fans was nothing out of the ordinary for him, however, it had always been under the careful gaze of managers and security… 

“The girl, [Y/N], is absolutely my fave. Such a blessed soul, she is…” At this point the barista is just daydreaming, swaying left and right on her chair. Her words put you into a completely still state. You know that there were fans of you in particular, but to have you as their favourite member? 

By this point, Kazuha can no longer hide his laugh. He’s snickering in his seat, as delicately and elegant as possible… but he sure is not discreet. 

“You’re a fan of [Y/N] too?” He chuckles, wiping an imaginary tear from his eye. The barista's eyes widen, as she tilts her head in confusion. 

“Wait, you know of them too?!” She covers her mouth in shock, eyes going from Kazuha to you in a swift motion. “Are you fans of the group?” 

You gave her a sheepish smile, scratching the back of your head. “Yeah… I guess you could tell we know of [Y/N] pretty well.” 

Your partner takes your hand to play with your fingers. His eyes, however, don’t leave the barista. “Well, pretty easy to know of an individual when you’re dating them, no?” He asks, a smile reaching his ears. 

The barista blinks rapidly, before jumping out of her chair. The atrocious creak of the chair moving makes her turn instantly to the counter. She’s apologising to her coworkers and other guests, before turning back. “Oh, my Archons.” She also bowed before the two of you. “— I didn’t realise, I’m so sorry! I should’ve recognised you sooner—“ 

You also stand up, wanting to help her calm down. “It’s not an issue, don’t worry…” Behind the girl’s back, you mouth an apology to your regular barista, nervous for causing such a commotion. You take a deep breath, noticing the young girl is settling down. 

“Sorry… regardless—“ 

“There’s absolutely no need.” Kazuha also stands up, fully in his idol mode. “It’s absolutely fine. It’s quite a refreshing experience, in all honestly.” His smile is filled with so much purity. Oh, your darling angel. 

The sudden meeting ends with a proposition to take a picture. It’s done under the promise of not sharing it on social media. The barista asks specifically for a picture with just you and her — her ult bias. Oh, that is the price for being an unfortunate not real member of a group.

“Mr. Kazuha,” The girl starts. “Be sure to treat your lovely [Y/N] well. There are so many fans ready to fight you for her love and affection.” 

Kazuha chuckles in response. With being one of the more active members, he’s quite aware of the situation at hand. In reality… pretty much one-third of his fans enjoy you more than him. It most certainly fills his heart with both happiness… and relief.

“But of course.” He smiles, hiding his mouth with his hand. “I’ll make sure to fight every single one of you before I hand My Dove over.” 

There was a lot that could go wrong when your relationship was announced to the entirety of the globe, not to mention how bad it was when said information was released by a gossip website. 

You had been fully aware of the consequences of dating Wanderer — his fanbase was labelled as the most toxic one amongst all of 4NEMO idols. What had there been more to say, there had been a lot of people who wished to be in your place.

The sheer amount of emails sent to your agencies demanding for you to break up was something else. The flood of messages, tweets and posts flooded in from fans who had felt entitled to dictate your life had been overbearing on your mind. 

Unfortunately, for you, the biggest and the most unwelcome surprise had been yet to come. After an entire day of you alone had ended off with a call from the manager leading the group you were a member of… They had decided to put you on an indefinite hiatus. The company had chosen to exclude itself from helping your situation in any way… 

Oh, the tears you had shed that night. The comforting words your partner had to speak to try and calm you down. 

Looking back, that was the exact moment you had felt at your worst. From the sheer stupidity of a gossip magazine, which hadn’t even managed to gather reliable material — one you hadn’t had the opportunity to sue from the lack of funds — you had lost everything in one day. The only cherry on top had been seeing your fellow members be given lines in songs that had previously belonged to you. 

Your hiatus, slowly, had turned into a permanent erasure of you from the band. After many deliberations between the higher-ups, you had simply been let go. You had been thrown to the curb, forced to fend for yourself. With the unfortunate resume, the gossip website had given you, not a single rational had wanted to bet on an idol who could be in a scandal. 

To say your mental health had hit rock bottom would be an understatement. 

And yet, a light at the end of a dark tunnel existed. Your partner, despite his sarcastic persona, took your struggles seriously and did his utmost to keep you sane during the said period. That, however, did not mean Wanderer didn’t participate in some bad decision-making himself. He was taking to social media consistently, hurling insults at your previous company.

“Even if we weren’t together, I would’ve done so.” He rolled his eyes when you commented on his behaviour one time. “What sort of fucking company decides to let go of a damn good idol just because they get spam mail, like be for fucking real babe…” 

Wanderer truly became your rock during those times. These unfortunate times didn't do anything but strengthen your bond. What his fans wanted had the exact opposite effect on your relationship. 

As for your ruined career… your partner couldn’t simply leave it as that. There was so much potential left to rot, simply because some people got overwhelmed and decided to take it out on you. He decided to pull all the strings he could, just to get you back on the idol scene — with as much grace as possible. 

Bowing and scraping was not something he preferred to indulge in, but for your sake, it was quite worth it. Over the months before your relationship was revealed you had done so much to get him out of the emotional void he was stuck in… seeing you slowly enter it yourself had been the last thing he wished for. 

Many months later, the stars began to align themselves. Thanks to Wanderer’s recommendations a smaller company had decided to take you in as a solo artist. They were taking quite the gamble with your person, and you had put everything you could to make your debut a success. Your fans, 4NEMO fans, who decided to side with you after your boyfriend’s campaign… they all had done everything to make it as profitable as possible. 

To say you did a marvellous job would not simply be enough. Your perception was shifting ever so slightly with more critics complimenting the work you had done. Being your fan was no longer something to hide. 

With the sudden throwback into stardom, one group of people have made themselves known once more… The paparazzi — ones that also were working for the gossip page that was kinda sorta behind your initial downfall. 

You were simply leaving the company after a morning filled with mornings, when out of nowhere you were met with a magnitude of flashes. With a phone in your hand, you had simply done the first thing that came to mind. And well, it was to cover yourself with it. Oh, if only you didn’t forget what you had in your case — a pretty, unreleased photocard of your partner was there… All for people’s glory. 

What a way to make your return. Another Wanderer-related scandal to greet you, just as your career began to take off once more. 

“Holy fuck, you really have the worst luck, babe,” Wanderer says as you step into your shared apartment. You texted him about the situation on your way back, seeking his advice. “Did management get back to you?”  

You sink into the cough, your head landing right into his lap. “They say they don’t mind… But I’m still nervous.” Despite their reassurance, your experience has taught you no company wants to deal with scandals. Especially a small one like the one you currently work at. 

“They better fucking not, ” He replies, his finger threading through your hair as he caresses your scalp. “Especially after what I have saved in my drafts on instagram.” He is muttering to himself, talking about a scandal of a lifetime… 

It’s not like you’re paying attention to whatever he’s speaking of. You’re far too comfortable and far too anxious to do so. 

It wasn’t long before you discovered the ‘scandal’ your partner decided to create. You open social media to find his latest post — a playful selfie with his phone in the frame, sporting a cute photo card of yours in his case. It mirrors the exact scene you were photographed earlier that day. And of course, its cation was quintessential Wanderer: 

‘You bitches thought you got rid of my partner? Nah, think again. It might do you good.” 

You couldn’t help but let out a breathless laugh mixed with disbelief. Dearest heavens, this was quite a way to wake up! Your heart raced, not just from the surprise, but from the sheer magnitude of his words.

But the reaction come quickly, as expected. Wanderer’s phone starts buzzing with calls from 4NEMO's management, ready to scold him for pulling such a risky move. You can almost hear their collective sighs of exasperation through the line.

Yet, as you sit there, staring at the screen, a warmth spreads through you. There is something undeniably attractive about how he puts himself on the line for your career and mental health. It was such a bold statement - one that showed he was willing to face the backlash just to support you. 

date of posting — october 28th 2024

[ashyashylee]

♡Genshin Yandere's When You Get Pregnant♡

warnings: yandere content, overprotective + possessive behavior. (idk the rest, figure it out)

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Oh god, they've been waiting for so long, took you long enough really. They've been breeding you since day 1 to make sure you bear their children. You should thank him really, now you'll have such sweet children and a loving partner who will take care of you such as cooking, cleaning, giving you massages, and anything you desire. They also can make sure you never try to escape......what more can you ask for?

Kazuha, Thoma, Neuvillette, Zhongli, Albedo, Kaeya, Tighnari, Heizou.

Wait, really?! You're not joking to escape, are you? This is the greatest day of his life! (Well of course after meeting you). He can practically explode from joy and excitement, the first thing he's doing is rushing and wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug. He may not know a lot of things about being a father, but he'll try. Just don't try to use this against him and run away. He doesn't want to cage you in his arms....he just wants to embrace you and his future child.

Itto, Lyney, Venti, Sethos, Childe (but he does have babysitting experience with his siblings), Anyone you want.

It's not that they're not excited, they just expected it to happen. The number of times they've dragged you to the bedroom just because you're so fucking beautiful. Plus they have to remain calm so they don't reveal their true intentions. Darling, this is only step one. Of course, they'll treat you well, checking up on you, rubbing your belly, and giving random (awkward) hugs. If you're unhappy for whatever reason like, you wanted marriage first, angel, he's on one knee right now with a ring in his hand.

Wriothesley, Wanderer/Scaramouche, Xiao, Diluc, Al Haitham, Tighnari, Ayato,

[kalystatheevil]

Doing a handjob to scara in the middle of the class ? 🤭 ive been requesting this foreveeer

cw: public setting, no dialogue, videotape, gn!reader, 18+

scaramouche lowers his head, tense where he had been so carelessly relaxed before, bangs falling to cover his eyes.

just like everyone in your class, your gaze is focused on the assignment in front of you. Scaramouche's cock pulses on your palm, the taut skin feeling as smooth as plastic. If you could look under the table, you bet it would be just as shiny, too.

luckily, there is no need for you to do that.

under his bangs, scaramouche peeks out, eyes focusing for just a moment to glimpse at the camera you put up before class. Lense trained on scaramouche, it captures everything from just the right angle. The empty seat next to their classmate... put to good use.

no matter how tough scaramouche wants to act... This, he can't help but be embarrassed about. The shame racks through his body, flowing right into his abdomen to make his cock twitch pathetically.

you settle your thumb on the gland, drawing circles while pumping the tip with your palm. The leaking precum drenches everything thickly - oh, what a pervert, getting off on this. He curls into himself even more, trying with all his might to breathe silently. If a moan slips out, you will have it right on camera - and you will never let him live down the ensuing shame.

but scaramouche is a good boy. He takes all of your strokes silently, a single string of drool trickling out of his mouth and slowly dropping towards the paper below.

oh, how you love to see scaramouche fucked silly. But this... is too easy.

when you feel him start to orgasm, you immediately react. Your thumb presses hard on the slit, fingers squeezing his shaft.

scaramouche's entire body quivers from the sudden cruel build in pressure. He leans his hips forward so much that the chair slides back - But his knees can't take him, and he sinks towards the floor, slipping out of your grasp and over the edge of the table.

that evening on camera, you will see the last pathetic splurts of cum land on the classroom floor. You will see him try to gather himself before anyone notices, cock twitching, barely able to kneel while drooling with hazy eyes.

but now, you only smirk, sucking the syrupy juices that leaked out off your fingers.

what a treat ~

[dxwnstxr]

𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐫?

Fandom: Genshin impact

Genre: smut

Warnings: overstimulation, blow job

A/n: just a small, quick one. I wrote this slightly rushed so I apologize. I might come back and fix it later!

Imagine they help get you off the night before but they never got to cum. So, in return, right before breakfast, you asked if they were up tight since last night, which led to something else.

"Love, ever since last night have you felt...uptight..?"

You asked them. They blushed and embarrassingly looked away.

"A little, yeah. Why do you ask?"

You swallow and fidget with you fingers.

"Mind if I help you ease a little"

You say, hinting at something. Their eyes widen, caught off guard with your request.

*s-sure if you want.."

They stutter.

"Just sit down over there and take off your pants"

You tell them, pointing to a chair in the dining room. They sit down after pulling off their sweatpants. You can tell they're nervous and embarrassed at the current scene infront of you.

You kneel down and wrap your pointer finger and thumb around the base. You feel their body tense at your actions. They groan and look down at you.

"Y/n..."

They breathlessly moan. You softly lick their tip then take it into your mouth. You suck harshly on their tip, leading them to grip the chair and throw their head back.

"A-ah~ w-wait.."

They moan, slightly closing their legs. You keep them open and take them fully into your mouth. They twitch and let out a high-pitched moan. They start to slightly tear up at the pleasure.

You bring your mouth up and down, your nose hitting their lower abdomen. You start to feel their cock twitch the quicker you move.

"A-aah~ y/n... I c-cant~"

They whimper. You suck on their cock harshly and push your tongue against it, feeling the veins. They let out a whimper the a loud moan as you felt their cum go down you throat, filling it up. You gag slightly, but drink it all up anyway.

You give them one last harsh suck, making them whine and twitch. You pull off them with a pop and look up at them. You see them fucked out, eyes teary, cheeks red, lips covered in saliva, drool down the side of their lips, and messy hair.

Your eyes widen and you quickly grab a towel from the kitchen and clean you up.

"I'm sorry love, I didn't see you crying"

You tell them softly as they shiver at your touch. They shake their head.

"I-it just felt really good.."

They tell you, stuttering. You finish cleaning them up and get them a new pair of pant. They get changed and head to your room to cuddle.

Though...their fucked out face can't seem to leave your head...

Characters: xiao, scaramouche, Kazuha

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I don't deserve you, you deserve the world-Kazuha X reader flufftober day 12

Everytime that i miss you I feel the way you hurt T/w- mention of kazuha trauma, implied death of a friend, comfort tho summary- Kazuha love you, but couldn't imagine himself being good enough for you

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You were just the embodiment of perfection, Kazuha could hardly keep his eyes off you. Well no one could, you always had someone around you whether you wanted it or not. Someone who wanted to be your friend, or wanted your affection, and others wanted other things. Kazuha just wanted you to look at him, not even as a lover just as someone. But you were too wrapped up in your own little world most of the time, too busy to even notice the blonde-haired man.

He didn’t dare approach you, he didn’t want to get rejected. He didn’t want to get close to you then just as he felt happy, lose you. Just like last time. It's hard healing from trauma espically if it was a loved one. It can hurt a lot, even if you just think of them for a spilt second.

Months later Kazuha finally had the guts to approach you, you were happily sitting in the library reading something on your laptop. He politely tapped you on the should and said, “Hello Y/n mind if i sit here?

“Sure kazuha.” You flashed him a warm smile, which made his cheeks turn red. And you knew his name! He was the happiest he’d been in months.

“So, uh what you reading?”

“Oh, just some… school stuff.” Obviously a lie but he wouldn’t push further. 

Silence fell between you too, causing it to get a tad bit awkward. Kazuha couldn’t help but stare at you. Taking in your beauty, how you sat there taking in all the words on the screen. How you seemed so invested, how your eyes flickered from one end to the other. You looked up at Kazuha meeting his eyes, which made you both look away with red staining each of your cheeks.

"Y/n, are you seeing anyone?" Casually, Kazuha tried to hint at wanting to get with you.

"No not really, but I do have my eye on someone." 

"Who may that be?"

"Take a guess." 

So he named everyones except his own, Xiao, wanderer, heizou, Venti. All of the anemo boy, except himself. You note this and respond; "You missed one silly."

Suddenly it made sense, it was him. You liked him. Just like he liked you, he couldn't contain his excitement at your answer.

"M-me?"

"Of course who else?"

Kazuha felt like the happiest man in teyvat, he asked if he could kiss you (cause consent is the best we love that). You were a little stunned so you only nodded. His kisses were soft and gentle, like you were almost too fragile to be in his arms. The way his lips pressed against yours was like heaven.

"I don't deserve you y/n."

"All good things come to those who wait."

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The slow movement is almost maddening, every slight adjustment he makes from you slipping off his lap is almost enough to make you gasp. Though to refrain from alerting your audience you only bite you bottom lip. He's hitting that perfect spot to and he's not even rocking his hips, it's like he's pinpointing the head to hit that 0spongy spot. By the shaky breaths that borderline a groan he's definitely enjoying this. Some might say a little too much, it's taking every last drop of his self control to not grip your hips. Make use of that slightly empty desk storing your PC, and hear those pretty little moans of yours be streamed live.

But he'll wait,for now.

Ayato, Thoma, wriothesley , Kazuha, Heziou, Childe/Tartaglia.

Under the desk support

The plush feeling of your thighs wrapping around his head is borderline intoxicating, combined with the way you taste is bringing him to the pearly gates. It's a blur for how long he's been down there ten minutes? Twenty? Maybe thirty? The way his tongue is swirling inside of you while his fingers pump in and out, archons, you're unsure how you've kept yourself grounded for this long. Every time you try and reach your high, he pulls away, licks his lips for a moment, and then dives back in. Unsure if it's a blessing or a curse, he's not letting you come undone in front of your camera.

Maybe he'll let you cum this time?

Gorou, Tighnari, Itto, Kaeya, Venti, Wanderer/Scaramouche,

[sinceaki]

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.

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All’s Fair In Love

A student was found groaning on the ground, having just fallen victim to a prank pulled by one of his peers. He collapsed after dodging what appeared to be a baseball hurled down the hall, which struck him in the face.

His friend, who was beside him, approached and asked, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. It's nothing," he replied as he slowly rose from his fall. Meanwhile, the individual responsible for his mishap was seen laughing, peering from near the stairs.

"Rei-ah, don't you think you're taking your pranks too far on him?"

"He deserves it. I suggest you also keep your distance from him, Kazuha, for your own good."

She then left, as Kazuha scoffed at the bully's behavior towards her friend.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Kazuha asked, concern evident in her voice as she took a good look at him.

"I'm alright, Kazuha. But are you okay? She just threatened you," Y/N replied, feeling apologetic for the trouble caused.

“She didn’t mean anything by that threat. We’ve been friends since we were children, so I’m sure she’s just saying things. But I don’t understand why she’s acting like this towards you…”

“I guess I did something earlier for her to pull this prank on me.”

“Aren’t you mad? I can tell her off for you if you want me to.”

“No, you don’t have to do that. I wouldn’t want your long friendship with her to be ruined just because of me.”

“But doesn’t it- oh no.” Kazuha took his right hand after noticing blood dripping, possibly from a scar due to the fall.

“Let’s get you to the nurse’s office,” she said, holding his hand firmly and leading him towards the infirmary. Other students couldn’t help but stare in envy, with some even gritting their teeth or biting their thumbs. Y/N couldn’t help but let out a small grin, feeling as if he was the luckiest student, forgetting the whole ordeal that had occurred.

“Excuse me,” Kazuha called out, but there was no answer.

“Looks like the nurse isn’t here. Sit down, let me stitch you up.”

He sat in the chair in the middle of the room, as Kazuha rummaged through the cabinet.

“Zuha-ya, you know you don’t have to do this, right? I can do it on my own.”

“It’s my fault that you ended up like this, Y/N. If only I were more straightforward in telling her to stop.”

“I’m telling you it’s okay, Kazuha. Really.”

Kazuha had her head hung low, while dripping a small amount of alcohol onto a piece of cotton.

“Zuha-ya. Are you-“ He looked at her with teary eyes before wiping her tears away.

“Ya, don’t be like this, Zuha-ya.” He helped her wipe her eyes.

“Let’s talk about something else. Oh, Valentine’s is coming up.”

“That’s right,” she said as she applied pressure to the bleeding area to stop the bleeding.

“And I’ve been taking classes.”

“Classes? What do you mean?”

“A chocolate making class. The local bakery near my place opened up a short class specifically on making chocolates.”

“Does that mean-“

“Yup. I won’t say who though,” she giggled. He let out a small chuckle, feeling a bit down that she might have someone she was interested in.

“I hope he’ll like the chocolate I make. I’m gonna put my heart into it.”

“I’ll be cheering for you then,” he replied, as Kazuha put the finishing touches on his bandage.

“Thank you, Kazuha. Tell you the truth, I've actually known her longer than I have known you.”

Her eyes widened, shocked at the fact.

“Really?”

__________

"Ain’t this nice. Greeted by a fellow rival on my way home," Rei muttered to herself.

Caught up in a conflict with students from a rival school, Rei found herself outnumbered and outmatched. The altercation escalated quickly, and as tension mounted, Y/N happened to pass by the area and noticed the brewing confrontation.

“I’m fine. Just leave,” Rei snapped, her pride initially resisting Y/N's intervention.

“Doesn’t seem like it,” He replied calmly, refusing to back down.

Grateful yet prideful, Rei hesitated but eventually accepted his assistance as a means to escape the confrontation unscathed.

After reasoning with the confronting students, they eventually dispersed without further trouble. The presence of a nearby police station and the outnumbered situation worked in their favor, discouraging any further aggression.

As Rei prepared to leave, he noticed the injuries left by the altercation and took her by the hand, leading her to a nearby convenience store. Rei attempted to break free from his hold but found herself unable to resist. She watched him closely, intrigued by his unexpected kindness.

“Stay still,” he instructed gently, applying band-aids to her hand and cheek.

“Thanks… I guess. I’ll be on my way then,” Rei mumbled, feeling a mix of gratitude and confusion.

"Are you sure? What if they come back for more?" He asked, genuine concern evident in his voice.

“My place is just around the corner. I’ll be fine,” Rei assured him, grateful for his concern.

Despite their brief interaction, Rei never learned his name or much about him. However, the encounter left a lasting impression on her, sparking a curiosity and admiration for the mysterious student who came to her aid.

__________

“That’s the whole story. I haven’t talked to her since then, and once I did, well… you know how it is from that point on. Would’ve never guessed that she’d be the violent type. But I suppose I might’ve done something for her to be like this.”

She stood still, looking far out of the window, pondering to herself.

“What is it, Zuha-ya?”

“It’s nothing.” She chuckled. “Your story just reminded me of how we first talked to each other before.

“Yeah… can we not talk about that, please?”

“Oh, so you’re saying it was an unpleasant first meeting?” She scoffed.

“No no no, it’s not like that, it was just embarrassing for me, you know?”

“I’m joking~. Besides, I find it cute actually. I remembered you asking me whether I mind sharing a book with you or not, but as it turns out…”

“But you’re actually happy, right? The fact that I was trying to make a move on you?”

“Wha-? Oh, trying to get back at me for teasing you is it? Let me take off the bandages I put on you.”

He immediately pulled his hand away from her reach, as the two giggled at their first interaction.

“Looks like you’re all good to go. If you’ll excuse me, I will go and have a word with Rei first.”

“Wait, Zuha. Promise me you won’t be so hard on her?”

“I wouldn’t.” She let out a weak smile, before going out the door.

And in a flash, Valentine’s day had arrived.

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A/N: Which ending do you guys prefer? Kazuha’s, or Rei’s ending?

[smplykiel]

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watching the barbie movie w genshin characters!

kazuha, kaveh, xiao, wanderer x reader (separately)

warnings: a tinge of angst, hurt/comfort, crying, modern au, tooth-rotting fluff !!

You've been anticipating the release of the latest Barbie film for days. Your excitement was as great as ever since you had already planned your pink-themed outfit days before the film's release.

If you were going to see the Barbie movie while feeling like a Barbie, you'd need your Ken, right? So you just had to invite your significant other to see the new movie with you!

Kazuha

Your well-thought-out pink-themed outfit was now slightly damp from the countless tears streaming down your tear-stained cheeks as the movie slowly came to an end. The saddening music playing in the background as you suppressed your cries.

Kazuha, on the other hand, was wiping your tears away. Warm hands cupped your wet cheeks as his thumbs gently wiped away your salty tears. His brows were knitted together in a frown as he watched you cry in his hands.

"Hey, it's okay. Everything is alright. That's what I'm made for, right? To be here for you always. So it's okay to cry. It's okay to let out all your bottled-up emotions. And when you do, I'll be by your side, okay, my love?" he whispered into your ear as he pulled you into a passionate embrace.

Your tears came to a still as you felt Kazuha pull away, your arms that were once wrapped around his shoulders loosening. You look at him with puffy and red eyes, but Kazuha couldn't care less. He leaned in again before pressing a soft, gentle kiss on the corner of your lips, making butterflies swarm your stomach almost immediately.

The scene made the other watchers admire the couple, feeling proud, while some felt envious and asked each other where they could find someone like your loving boyfriend.

As he pulled away, you couldn't help but feel lucky to have a boyfriend like Kazuha.

Kaveh

You didn't know how you found yourself in this position—Kaveh sitting on your lap, face buried into the crook of your neck as he sobbed loudly, ignoring the fact you were in a completely public space.

"Kaveh..? What's wrong, baby-" Before you could finish your sentence, your sobbing lover suddenly pulled away from you before looking at you with glazed orbs. "If you EVER cry without telling me, I will literally cry! I swear with MY LIFE that I will never make you feel unloved! I'M ALWAYS HERE FOR YOU, OKAY Y/N?!" Kaveh rapidly said, a couple hiccups interrupting his words as tears continued flowing down his rosy cheeks.

A soft sigh left your lips before you cupped his tear-stained cheeks. Sure, some people would find your boyfriend embarrassing for yelling in the middle of the theater, but you couldn't care less about any of that right now; all that mattered was your lover, Kaveh.

You quickly wiped away his tears before pressing a quick peck on his slightly damp cheeks. "Okay, but don't scare me like that again. You're going to make me cry." You whispered soft, loving words into his ears as you pulled him into a hug, opting to rest your chin on the pads of your boyfriend's shoulder. All of your words were quickly interrupted again as he cried in your arms, his tears soaking your pink outfit.

Some people expected that you would be the one who should be crying in your boyfriend's arms, yet for you, you found it endearing and adorable as Kaveh cried in your arms like a big baby.

Xiao

Your brows were knitted together as you watched the end credits roll with a frown. Sure, the movie made you feel somewhat sad, as you related deeply to the story, but it wasn't so far that it made you cry.

You swiftly picked up your trash before standing up from your seat. Head turning to look at your boyfriend, Xiao, if he was ready to leave. His expression was... somewhat sad, yet confused. Maybe he related to the movie too.

"Xiao, let's go," you whispered before putting out your free hand, waiting for him to intertwine his with yours. When he did, you felt a bit more at ease. You didn't know why, but you just did.

As you were about to exit the theater of the mall, you could feel yourself slightly stumble back as your boyfriend was now a bit far from you, hands still holding onto each other.

"Xiao..?" Your silky hair fluttered as you whipped your head to face your boyfriend, only to see him staring holes into the floor, the tips of his ears slightly turning a tint of pink.

"I'll always be there for you if you need me... if you didn't know." he quietly said as his brows furrowed, his embarrassed eyes slowly glancing at you for a response. You could feel your heartbeat accelerate ever so slightly, the apples of your cheeks a light shade of red as your hand loosened its grip on Xiao's hand, making him puzzled at the loss of contact.

"Y/N..?" Before he could even process what was happening, he was quickly pulled into a warm hug, immediately melting in your arms as he wrapped his around your waist. "Thank you, love. I'll also be here for you always," you whispered into his now red ear. You slightly pull away from the hug before pressing a faint kiss on the tip of his nose, making his face flush red.

Before you broke the gears in his brain even more, you pulled away from the embrace before intertwining your hands together. "Let's go!" you said before turning away from him and dragging him to who knows where.

But he doesn't fail to catch the burning shade of red spread all over your ears, and he unconsciously smiles at this.

Wanderer

Your boyfriend didn't know what to do as you sobbed uncontrollably to yourself, eyes fixed on the TV screen as the ending credits rolled in.

What's he supposed to do? Does he need to tell you to stop crying? Yeah, no, he was sure that would just make your sobs even louder. Should he wipe away your tears and curse the people who made the movie? He sat there frozen and puzzled, his mind running millions of miles for ways to comfort you.

Out of nowhere, his body moved on its own before lifting you up from the sofa as he placed you on his lap, a protective arm wrapped around your waist while his other hand pressed your head onto his shoulder, letting you sob all you wanted. Though he doesn't let out a single word, as silence engulfed the both of you, only the sounds of your cries and hiccups remained, but either way, the both of you found the silence comforting.

Once he was sure your cries had come to a stop, he slightly pulled away, enough to see the aftermath of your tears plastered onto your face. His usual expression was nowhere to be seen and was replaced with a soft one.

He gently wipes away the remaining tears from the corners of your eyes. His hand suddenly brushed the stray strands of your smooth hair that framed your face perfectly away before pressing a soft, yet somehow shy, kiss onto your forehead.

Your eyes don't miss the way his cheeks burn up ever so slightly and his ears turn bright red. Before you could say anything, he pulled away from your forehead and pushed you back onto his shoulder. You smile warmly at this.

Sure, your beloved lover isn't too good at comforting others through words of affirmation, but he's pretty capable of showing it through actions instead.

A/N: HELLOOO i just watched barbie a few days ago and i legit cannot stop thinking about it. anw have some fluff before i start writing the pt. 2 of albedo angst! 😘

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