#hazels 9k event

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Omegaverse (2) Masterlist

part one

All Over Me (ao3) - pilotmikey Michael/Luke M,4k

Summary: luke goes into heat and michael shows up just in time.

Baby You Are Lucky Cause You Are Rocking With The Best (I'm Greedy) (ao3) - Migs Ashton/Michael E, 2k

Summary: "You know we can't baby. You are due for your shots soon." Ashton says as he carefully pushes three fingers inside now slick gushing omega.

"I don't care." Michael moans as he feels Ashton's fingers bottoming out inside him. "I just wanna feel you inside me. It's been so long." Michael pouts.

And Ashton knows this is a bad idea but he has always been a sucker for Michael's pout.

Bittersweet Relief (ao3) - koogolplex Luke/Ashton, Michael/Calum N/R, 6k

Summary: Looking back on the weeks events, Luke found himself feeling bittersweet. The bitter, he knew came from a life long let down, but the sweet was right up there with his life long lover.

Or, Luke and Ashton have heat sex; in which Luke goes into an unexpected heat, but Ashton fucks him right through it.

Calm Down, Cujo. (ao3) - orphan_account Michael/Luke, Calum/Ashton M, 9k

Summary: Luke was acting so weird. But God, did he smell good.

Heat (ao3) - FayeHunter Michael/Luke E, 1k

Summary: Luke goes into heat. Luckily he has his mate, Michael

How many omegas can you fit into 5 seconds? (ao3) - Little_Marquise Michael/Luke, Calum/Ashton, Luke/Calum M, 573k

Summary: Luke has, as the only beta in a band, always felt a bit left out. While Michael and Ashton are fighting over who will win Calums heart, Luke feels like a piece of him is missing. The delayed piece of him finally catches up with his hectic lifestyle, when he presents as an omega during their Youngblood tour and everything goes absolutely crazy. Muke and Cashton.

Le Chatelier's Principle (ao3) - LyricalPary Luke/Ashton, Michael/Calum E, 54k

Summary: Ever since being promoted to head waiter, Luke had had one problem that came in the form of a six foot, curly-headed, hazel eyed demon. And by demon, he meant his frustratingly stubborn, unfairly attractive co-worker, Ashton Irwin.

Lips Look Sweet Like Cotton Candy (ao3) - Migs Luke/Calum, Michael/Ashton E, 3k

Summary: Luke goes into his first heat and his bandmates are eager to help.

Mating Season (ao3) - orphan_account Luke/Ashton, Michael/Calum M, 3k

Summary: Two Alphas. Two Omegas. One house. When one Omega has his first heat, the household's whole world is turned upside down.

some princes don't become kings (ao3) - fxxdlover Luke/Ashton M, 1k

Summary: Seven years without seeing the daylight. When he was thirteen a rich family bought Luke and took him to a world where omegas were just simple pets to the alphas, the ones who lived at the top of the chain: the purebloods.

After his twentieth birthday he's given as a gift to another family. Scared and broken he ends up trapped in the cold eyes of a mysterious alpha who barely looks at him.

[tafadhali]

Yuletide recs, part 1

Cross-posting this from DW. I have >50 works bookmarked on Pinboard so far, but here are 24 favorites.

Asteroid City I hadn't thought to seek out fic for this movie, but I thought both of these captured the Wes Anderson style brilliantly and developed characters and a relationship we only see a glimpse of in the film in interesting (and very different) ways: 

Things That Won't Be Here Tomorrow (Conrad/Jones, 6k)

windows broken and dreaming (Conrad/Jones, 4k)

Bottoms So Bomb (PJ/Hazel, PJ & Josie, 1k) — "Josie helps PJ be a better girlfriend to Hazel"; hysterical

Casablanca The Sentimentalists (Rick/Ilsa, Ilsa/Victor, Rick/Ilsa/Victor, 9k) — post-canon, Rick runs into Ilsa and Victor in Lisbon

Dimension 20

In our midnight world (Leiland/Markus, 5k) — really captures the silliness of Escape from the Bloodkeep and I love all the appearances by the other characters

it doesn't hurt; there's nothing to it(Hob/Rue, 4k)— love them and love them trying to ~*~communicate~*~; hot and sweet first time

Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves Perception Check (Roll for Romance) (Xenk/Edgin, 6k) —

"I bet Xenk fucks like a metronome, too. You know." Holga makes a highly suggestive, repetitive gesture. "In, out. In, out. No variation. Same exact rhythm every time. Boring." Edgin stares at her, torn between horror and fascination. "You've really thought about this, huh?" (So has he. Unfortunately.)

Frederica - Georgette Heyer A Series of Notable Events (Frederica/Alverstoke, 13k) — "What it says on the tin: a series of notable events in the lives of Frederica and Alverstoke, post-canon."

Goblin Emperor A Private Room (gen, 5k) — Maia learns of a scandal brewing from Csethiro, but she is quite able to manage things

An Unexpected Letter (gen, 1k) — Thara gets a letter from the Emperor after Grief of Stones and I have several feelings

The Good Place The Real Actual Human Life of Michael Realman (gen, 1k) — what it says in the title! cute and fun

Hercule Poirot

The Case of the Distracted Detective (Hastings/Poirot, 2k) — I can honestly say I've never read this particular misunderstanding before, and itw as charming and funny!

The Eye of a Needle (gen, 4k) — a neat little casefic with a daemon AU twist

High School Musical Stick to the Status Quo (Reprise) (Chad/Ryan, 17k) — I was totally charmed by this "didn't know they were dating" classic

Jeeves & Wooster Supporting Partner's Suit (Jeeves/Wooster, Honoria/OFC, 6k) — "Never let it be said that Bertie Wooster will abandon a pal in need, even if that pal is a woman who is temporarily in possession of his body and he doesn’t fully understand what’s going on"

Kiss Kiss Bang Bang Fool Proof (Harry/Perry/Harmony, 7k) — this is extremely hot and very funny; captures the tone of the movie perfectly

The Matrix if you'll believe in me (gen, 7k) — "Trinity thinks about anger. Bugs thinks about choices. Both of them think about the future." Interesting fic that picks up mid-Resurrections

Nine Worlds a key that winds through secret wards (gen, 11k) — Kip in the aftermath of the Emerald Conspiracy; a really interesting look into an unexplored part of canon

Ocean's 11 pulse and swing (baby do your thing) (Danny/Rusty, 3k) — fixit for O8 involves Danny doing thief PT and re-figuring out his and Rusty's relationship

somebody else's wallet (Danny/Rusty, 1k) — nicely structured ficlet about Danny and Rusty becoming DannyandRusty

Oz the skin you're in (Dorothy/Ozma, 6k) — "'If we learn magic, you could maybe change your body to be like your old one. You weren’t ever given the choice to keep that boy’s body, were you?' asked Dorothy.

Keep it? The idea jolted Ozma a little bit. Why, how does a person keep another body? You only had the one, right?"

Singin' in the Rain Working Honeymoon (Don/Cosmo/Kathy, 4k) — somehow Cosmo finds himself coming along for the ride on Don and Kathy's honeymoon

Sports Night First Chill of Fall (Dan/Casey, 3k) — all I ever want for Yuletide is more Dan/Casey... this one is set post-s2 and features a slightly oblivious Dan

The Sting the last train to wherever you need to be (Henry/Johnny, 3k) — against their better interests, Johnny and Henry keep running into each other post-movie

[witch-hazels-musings]

In honor of 2.3's trailer, why not a potion made of small lamp grass and comet for the chief alchemist Albedo himself.

I'm so excited for his return, I can't wait for what will happen on that mountain.

what a sweet order, I have a very special sample of comet dust that I gathered while out on Dragonspine with the alchemist himself. I hope it brings the both of you good luck :) 

need a potion? 

Nights were meant for moments like this; the stars held their radiance so perfectly that they wanted to show it off to the creatures below them. Owls called out in the twilight, beings who lived in their sparkle glanced up only to see the moon while those who understood the vastness of the universe gazed at its wonder. 

“What about that one?” You asked, pointing to the constellations in the night sky. If only you could see the glory that he did, but you’d have to step outside of our own vessel to do that. 

“Andromeda, the Princess.” Albedo recited as if from memory the name of the stars in the sky. “The star in the corner is Alpheratz, from there you can find ...” He spoke as if it were the most common thing in the world but as the words fell from his mouth and you soaked them up in the brightness of your smile, he became distracted by who you were. 

“It’s beautiful, to think that a whole galaxy can be seen this way. It’s almost like,” You paused, reaching out your hand to reach for the purples, blues, and hues of green that flickered in the black. “It feels like I can reach out and touch them.” 

His interest turned back to the parchment nestled securely on his legs. There were many times he practiced drawing in the dark - dimly lit rooms with a few candles flickering across his page while the stroke of graphite created images he long wished to remember - now he was using everything he had learned to draw you in the glow of the moon. 

“How can you see to draw right now?” You asked, arm moving to rest over your knee while your cheek pressed against the sleeve of your shirt. He saw your lips create a striking smile and found himself flipping to a new page in order to sketch it’s likeness. 

“I don’t need to see.” 

“But, then how will you know if it’s right?” 

He chuckled, head tilted down and wrist flowing smoothly to create a curve that perfectly captured your cheek, your spine, your frame. “I know you.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“I know the shape of you as if it’s a memory, the way your hands rest when you’re comfortable or flex when you’re nervous. I know the way you curl into yourself as if to hide from things. Klee say’s you look like a ‘roly-poly’ when you do that and now I smile whenever I see one.” 

“Klee!” You’re voice is loud but harmless, the embarrassment from the statement caused you to cover your face in your arm which only solidified Klee’s observation. 

“I know,” He started again, shifting his position to create a line that would be the shape of your eyes, the ones so lost in the stars he worried he’d never be able to compete with them. “... the structure of your face so well I can see it in my dreams. The way your eyes light up when you’re excited, the shape of your mouth when you call my name. I see it all so clearly.” 

“Albedo ...” 

“I cannot pull a star down from the sky for you ... though I have many objects from space in my study if you’d like to see them.” You laughed and he felt himself chuckle lightly. “I cannot take you to the stars, but, perhaps, I can show you the reflection of one.” 

“Wha-” 

“Here.” Carefully, he turned his work toward you and the image sketched onto the parchment shined so brightly with your likeness it was like the night sky gained a new guiding light. “I only drew what is truly there.” 

“Al-Albedo ... I ...” Holding the drawing to your chest you found it hard to stop the tears from falling down your cheeks. “Thank you ...” 

“Of course.” He watched you, gazed at you, loved you through every moment and just as some run to chase a falling star, he held his in the palm of his hand. 

[pleasantanathema]

Jean Kirstein | French Kiss

Pairing: Jean x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ Only)

Warnings: Light Fem!Dom, Mommy Kink, Face Riding, Established Relationship

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: Part of my Nine Muses Event to celebrate 9k! Follow the link to read other fanfics I’m writing to celebrate. A huge thank you to @whats-her-quirk​ for always encouraging me to write with all the love she gives me. I offer thee this humble slice of Jean. 💚

          You could have sworn Jean’s pretty face was made to fit between your legs, the missing puzzle piece you never knew you needed until he first let his nose slot between your folds.

           He liked to drown in you. Strong hands pawing at you, pulling you down, letting your thighs cling to his cheeks so tightly you’d burn ever so mildly from his scruff. He liked your weight on his mouth, just meant he could be smothered by his favorite thing in the world and get lost in your bittersweet taste.

           “Missed you,” your voice was already breathy, fingers digging into the long roots of his hair as you found your balance on his face. Jean hummed in response, letting his tongue do the talking as he licked a long, hot strip up the center of your cunt. Fingertips sunk deeper into the fat of your ass as you shivered in response to his actions.

           It had been a long day for him, one that had him eager to slip into your bedroom and wait for you to return from your shower. He was already naked and propped in the sheets when you arrived, thick neck tilting back in anticipation that you’d take your preferred seat. How could you deny a man what he worshipped most?

           Jean kissed sloppily at your folds, lips hungry, greedy, spreading you apart so his tongue could tease at your swelling clit. You couldn’t help but rock against him, shifting your weight on your knees as you tugged on his hair. Hazel eyes blinked up at you, a smirk curling against your cunt. But you tightened your fingers against his head, pulling him back so his nose brushed against you.

           “I’m in charge, baby,” you looked down at him over the curve of your breasts, emphasizing your point by rolling your hips, bringing yourself pleasure against the tongue that still lolled from his mouth.

           He mumbled against you, something that felt like a cheeky “sure you are.”

           Your confidence bubbled over, grin tugging at the corner of your mouth as you started to pull away from him. Shock flashed across his long brows as they pulled together, his long fingers trying to keep you pressed against his mouth. But you wriggled out of his grasp, strings of saliva snapping back against your wet pussy as you moved off his face.

           “Come back,” he whined, your thighs slipping through his fingers.

           “I’m not going anywhere.” You eyed his hard cock as you spoke, his length twitching under your gaze. You deftly turned around, enveloping his face with your inner thighs once again, bending forward so you could kiss the head of his cock and catch his moan against your cunt.

           Jean’s brawny arms locked around your legs, making sure to keep you in place this time as he buried his mouth back against your pussy, tip of his tongue tracing between your folds to gather your slick. You slid your fingers between the hard grooves of his stomach, twisting the downy hair of his happy trail between your fingers. Your pussy soaked up his groan, sharp chin rising as he pressed his tongue against your tight hole.

           Your nerves sang with the pleasure, a warm hum trickling down your body and building in your stomach. Jean’s hips twisted on the bed, the hard cock straining against his belly clearly becoming a burden to bear. You were tempted to take his pretty cock in between your lips, just to hear him grunt and feel him buck against you, but teasing him was far more alluring.

           A thrill raced down your spine as he dipped his tongue inside of you, wet muscle spreading your walls, French kissing your sloppy pussy.

           “You’re doing so good baby, fuck,” you praised him, actively feeling the heat of his blush against your skin. You rewarded him by scraping your nails lightly against his thighs, observing how his cock leapt through your fluttering lashes. Pre-cum was drooling from his tip, pleading for you to swirl and gather it on your tongue. You gritted your teeth and focused on the delightful feel of Jean working you with his mouth, tongue plunging into your depths like a man searching for absolution.

           You were getting a little dizzy with the pleasure, hips rolling against his face as you rode his lips and tongue. Slick was pouring from your pussy, dripping over his cheeks, his chin, getting caught in his beard only for it to be painted against your thighs.

           Vibrations rang into your pussy as Jean tried to speak, all his words being lost inside you. It sounded desperate, like begging, but you weren’t about to lift your cunt so you could hear them, not with the orgasmic ledge looming in short distance for you.

           You traced one of the veins on his cock with a soft fingertip, feeling more groans and grunts sound against your aching pussy in affirmation. You repeated the motion a few times, gathering some of his cum to smear down his length.

           “Want me to suck your cock?” Your voice was lilted in a singsong tone, little moans following.

           The way Jean’s face nodded against your wetness told you yes, yes please, but you’d make him work for it.

          “Yeah? Then make me cum, spell my name just how I like it.”

          His groan tickled your thighs, tongue obeying instantly as he removed it from inside of you, soothing over your hole before he started to lap at your clit in quick, successive strokes.

          Then you felt it, letters being smoothed against your swollen clit. At first they were slow, deliberate, letting you feel exactly what he was spelling. His tongue was hot and hungry, dexterous and silky.You rolled through the ecstasy, hissing out little coos of praise as your body was set alight from his ministrations. He purposely kept his pace level, kept you on the edge, before speeding up to a mind-numbing rhythm of m-o-m-m-y being spelled over and over again.

          “Jean, yesyesyeys, just like��”

          Your head fell as you came on his face, your nose brushing along the ridge of his weeping cock as you uncoiled like a flower in warm sun. If you didn’t know how much he loved it, it would have been embarrassing how much you spilled over his face. But he caught it all on his tongue, still tracing your name into your pussy like a man devoted and praying in the aftermath of glory.

          You knew he’d never stop unless you pulled away, always content to let you sit on his face so he could draw out as many orgasms as you wanted. You placed a teasing kiss to the head of his cock before you started to pull your hips from his face, having to struggle against the strength of his arms for a moment before he caught the hint.

          Slipping out of his grasp, you sat on your knees next to him, letting Jean catch his breath while you let your shaking legs calm down.

          “You’re such a good boy,” you whispered, leaning over his chest to lick at his lips. He tasted so fucking good when he tasted like you, tangy like sweet wine as the flavor hit the back of your cheeks.

          “Only for you.”

          You swallowed down his laugh as you pressed your mouth against his fully, hands sticking to his messy cheeks. You could tell his tongue was tired against your own, ready to rest against the bottom of his mouth.

          “I think you’re ready for a reward,” you slung one of your legs over his broad waist, taking a hold of his shoulders to steady yourself, “don’t you?”

          The way Jean smiled made your heart leap, all wet and glossy and full of pride.

          “Yes, mommy.”

[unsuredemigod]

stuck with you (~9K, T)

Taking place in March 2020, our favourite demigods have been quarantined in Manhattan along with the rest of New York.

Percy collapses, Piper goes into labour, Hazel gets drunk, and Calypso sets off a sentient robot — they’re in for a wild ride.

[ find it on ao3 by clicking the title or here ]

keep in mind that I wrote this fic back in April, and catered to events taking place at the time.

[witch-hazels-musings]

HAZELL CONGRATS ON 9K!!! Well deserved, hazel. Well deserved (take it from me, a fellow diluc simp!)

okay okay, diluc + Butterfly wings with Common salt!!?!

Take care of yourself!!! And congrats on your huge huge HUUGGEEE milestone again!!!

Koi, what a lovely potion. I will throw in some extra special attention to this one - of course, how can I not. Did you know this type of potion has to be brewed over the perfect flame - steady, constant, vibrant 🔥

need a potion?

When does Diluc Ragnvindr decide to kiss the lips of the one he holds dear?

When does he succumb to the desire to capture what was given to him so earnestly?

When does he trust himself to a soul whose tether has always been tied to him? 

That’s a simple question to answer ... just listen 

--

The morning rises across the winery, the sun reaches your skin and causes you to stir but never pulls you from your sleep. He stands ready, waiting and when the moment can no longer be taken in, he makes his move. 

Gently, he presses his hands into the sheets surrounding you, pulls just enough the blanket you’ve tucked against your face to fight the cold of the world beyond it. He takes you in, smiling softly at the expression you gift him, one only he gets to see. Warm lips press against your temple. It’s such a tender display of affection your dreams can’t tell the difference but your heart beats a little faster. 

You stir when another touches your cheekbone only to experience the fluttering of your sleepy eyes take in the man who loves you. 

--

It’s in the afternoon, when the day has been well underway and the work has kept you occupied. Your lost in the movement of it all but his eyes always seem to find you, his ears pick up your voice and the corners of his usual down turned mouth lift just enough at the sound of your laugh. His skin ripples under the wind carrying your scent - sweet flowers and richness from the shampoo he knows belongs to him. ‘It’s so I can be close to you even when you’re far away.’ You explained to him and so he always has an extra bottle on hand. 

Softly, he calls out your name and feels the breath in his lungs catch in his throat. His hand curls around yours while his eyes scan the room to ensure this action he’s about to take is as private as it can be. His fingers curl into a tight fist as he does his best to stay strong when the sound of your gleeful sigh fills his ears as his lips press against yours. It’s just the corner of your mouth, just a sample and yet he knows he’ll never be satisfied with just this much. 

“I like you too, Handsome.” You whisper and giggle at the level of strength he’s using to hold himself back. 

--

It’s in the evening, as the world winds down and he contemplates if his day truly is done. You’ve found him in his study, another meal missed due to the constant call of business. Luckily for him, your attention is never forgetful and, after he takes what he needs from the food you’ve brought him, he finds himself asking for more. 

You make him feel so powerful when you sit on his lap. When your hands brush through his radiant hair and fingers trail down his jaw before sliding across the vein in his neck that’s pounding at your proximity. No matter how long he’s had you, you make him feel like it’s the first and he’s become lost in the addiction of it. 

He leans in to kiss softly, delicately, against your throat, along the bones of your chest he finds himself obsessed with and grips hard onto the arms of his chair as you breathe life into his hair. 

He lifts his eyes to your face, the one you feel unconfident in but all he can see is a creature so beautiful he can’t believe it’s his. 

“I love you.” He confesses and combusts when you reply in turn. 

--

When does he feel the desire to kiss you, to hold you, to be your one an only? 

It’s always, forever, its until the end of time; he only hopes you feel the same. 

[witch-hazels-musings]

Congrats on hitting 9k bb!!! 🎉🍡❤

For your event, may I request for lye, mushroom spore and fragments of innocence for Thoma? I love angst to comfort/fluff, it's my favourite heheh.

Take care and stay safe!!

- Courage anon

mmm, a dark potion i see ... let me get on my safety gloves and open a window

Need a potion? 

You’d been avoiding him all day. It was stupid, you knew it was, but you couldn’t shake the feeling there was something going on behind your back - that even through the confessions and reassurances he provided there was a lie in there somewhere. A farce, a jest in the entire relationship and no matter how many times you tried to push those anxieties to the back of your mind they always found their way to the top. 

There was no doubt in your mind that he was worried about you. You’d heard whispers of him searching you out. Even one of the shop owners caught you as you walked by and commented, ‘Thoma’s looking for you,’ but you couldn’t face him, not now, not when everything in your mind was telling you he cared so little for you. 

You should have run, should have left the city entirely but your heart kept you here and because of it’s weakness, he found you. 

“There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” He huffed, resting his hand on his hip as he looked into your dark eyes. The restlessness you felt had rubbed off on the shadow of your expression and, even though you were happy to see him, you still let out a defeated sigh. 

“Why.” 

“What do you mean why?” 

“Why were you looking for me ... just ... just leave me alone.” Turning, you tried to walk down the steps but didn’t make it very far. Thoma hoped down the short flight and blocked you with a hand curled around the railing. 

“Stop.” 

“Thoma, please, go away.” 

“I’m not gonna do that, talk to me.” 

“No, there’s nothing for me to say. I already know everything that I need to know ... and ... I just need to leave.” 

“Hold on, you’re not making any sense.” He rested his hand on your arm and followed your avoiding gaze with his eyes. You moved to look away and he found you, tilted your head down and he lifted it up. There was no escape no matter how much you wanted one. “Y/N talk to-”

“Archons, just leave me alone okay.” You exploded, your voice calling to attention everything around you but the emotions in you chest couldn’t bring it to stop. “I know okay, I know that you only like me out of pity.” 

“What?” 

“I’m not attractive like ... like I don’t know, anyone else, for sure not enough for you. I’m not good at anything, I mess up all the time. People see us together and they laugh because ... because they know it’s a cruel joke ... just leave me alone and stop bre-beaking my heart ...” Hiding in your hand, you tried to push the tears back in your eyes by pinching your nose and turning away from him. It sucked, everything sucked and all you wanted was to jump into the river and float away. 

“Have you always felt this way?” 

“... Yes. I’m not ... good enough for you so just ... leave and get it over with.” The warmth of his hand slipped from your shoulder, the sensation of his eyes abandoned you and the reality shattering heartbreak sunk the knife further into your chest. 

Suddenly, you felt something yank you forward, your stomach colliding into a sturdy back, legs being lifted and a shout exploding from your throat as you steadied yourself from a fall. 

“Let’s get out of here.” Thoma exclaimed, adjusting you on his back as he walked down the steps and into the grassy fields that surrounded the small island. 

“Wh-what are you doing!?” 

“I think a change in scenery will do you good.”

“Thoma ...” 

“Do you know why I love this place so much?” You leaned forward to hear his words and shook your head so he cold see out of his peripherals. “It’s because in every corner there is something new to discover. A mystery or a problem waiting to be resolved. Even on that day I washed up on the beach, I was already so in love with this place.”

“Why ...”

“There’s that question again,” He chuckled, lifting you and pressing a kiss to the arms wrapped around his chest. “It’s because, it’s beautiful here. Of course, this land wouldn’t know because all it sees is bits and pieces but,” He set you down and as he did so, his hands moved to turn you to look back on the landscape stretching as far as the eyes could see. “when you look at the whole thing, you can see it’s beauty as clear as day.” 

“Thoma ... that’s nice but I don’t -” 

“You see yourself in bits and pieces. You see these hands and think ‘worthless,’ you see this body and think ‘not good enough,’ you see this face and think ‘not attractive enough,’ but you’re only seeing them in parts. Do you know what I see when I look at them?” 

“What ...” You asked, biting your trembling lip and tilting your head to listen. 

“I see you for who you are meant to be, and what I see is beautiful ... as clear as day you are beautiful.” His hands cupped your cheeks, smile drilled into your darkness and purged it, and the words he shared through honest lips melted everything else away. 

“You’re kind of amazing, has anyone ever told you that?” 

“I’m just doing what I can.” Standing on your toes, you kissed him.

If only the two of you could see the scene. The way the land stretches out before you, the waves as they lap against the beach and how the two of you, as perfect as you could be, stood as an accent to it all in utter perfection. 

[witch-hazels-musings]

Hazel, my sweet darling! Congratulations on the milestone, I’m so proud of you!

I know we haven’t spoken as much as of late, but know that you are always on my mind and hope you are doing well and taking care of yourself, my friend.

If it’s not to much trouble, I have an order for a potion made with small lamp grass, luminescent spine, and lunar caustic I’d like to deliver to a certain red-headed bartender in Mondstadt. I’ll make sure to deliver any messages you have for him as well. ;)

With love,

Star 💫❤️

Hello star, what a pleasant surprise to see you drop on by! I hope your studies are going well and things at the academy aren’t taking too much of your time. Oh, a potion for a certain bartender ... mmm, well I seem to have collected an abundant amount of small lamp grass without anywhere to place them - so don’t mind the extra fragrance of this potion. 

I do believe this one will ‘capture’ exactly what you need. 

need s potion? 

“What are you doing?” The red-head asked, eyes narrowing but keeping their focus on what was in front of him. He had been cleaning the bar all evening to prepare for the upcoming festivities but, while he was hard at work, you were busy capturing it all. 

“Don’t worry, just keep doing what you’re doing.” He groaned but did as he was told. 

You couldn’t help it. Ever since you got this kamera from the salesman, you had become infatuated with taking pictures. Not only did you find it fun to wander around the town, the winery, the countryside with it in your hands but you also, very recently discovered, your fondness for capturing the one man you couldn’t stop looking at. 

The small pouch at your side had grown large with the number of pictures you’d taken that some were hanging on desperately until you shoved another photo between them.

“Hold that pose.” You whispered, leaning over the counter top to get a better view. Diluc was reaching up to place several freshly cleaned glasses on the shelves, his toned arms stretched the black fabric of his shirt and even through his hair was tied back into a high ponytail, you were still able to see a small touch of skin from behind it’s thickness. 

He sighed, the tenth time you’d heard him do that today, but complied with your request. “How long do you need me ... ... just what are you taking a picture of?” He asked, hand covering the lens of your camera. The color of his cheeks were rich, pink hues deepening the longer he stared at you and the wider your grin grew. 

“You ruined my shot.” 

“Do I need to take this from you?” 

“No! I promise to only take ‘tasteful’ ones from now on.” Giggling, you watched his head drop forward but bit your lip you caught sight of his red ears. “I can’t promise that when we are home thoug-” 

“Y/N.” His tone was scolding even if it did spill from behind the hand he was using to cover his face. What you were doing was torturous but you couldn’t stop yourself when he was literally the cutest thing ever when blushing. 

The sound of the camera made him jump, or was it the sound of someone walking through the door? 

“Oh! Look at this one!” You shouted, glancing at the photo before giving it a few more shakes and lifting it to the light. It was slow but it was obvious even in the dim, still developing photograph that Diluc’s embarrassment was forever immortalized for all to see. “I’m going to keep this one, hehe.” 

Resting your kamera on the bar top, you slipped the photo carefully in a more secure pouch but when you turned back, it was gone. Fearfully, you started to search for it until you heard a sharp click and wiped your head toward the sound. 

“Di-Diluc what are you ...” 

“My turn.” 

“Now hold on ...” Leaning forward you tried to take the kamera back but with his stupid, ridiculous long arms there was no way for you to reach. 

“Are you saying you can take pictures of me but I cannot do the same?”  

“No.”

“Double standards I see.” 

“That’s not -- it’s different, you’re attractive ... come on!” You were practically kneeling on the bar top at this point; your hand gripping onto his shoulder while the other pulled at the sleeve near his wrist. It was right within reach but without some extra height or other tactic you were never going to reach it. 

Glancing at his face you were shocked to see a smirk on his lips. His eyes were tracking your every move, his hand rested against your hip to help keep you steady, and, you just now noticed how hot it was there. That’s when you had an idea. Curling your fingers around the edge of his vest, you pulled him forward into a sudden, deep kiss. 

Everything stilled for just a moment but when you felt his arm ease down you took the opportunity to take back what was yours. “Ahah!” You shouted, crawling back of the counter in a semi-ungraceful way. “I win! That’ll teach you to take things from me.” Smiling, you adjusted your clothes before turning to run up the stairs and away from his potentially grabby hands. 

In your pride and distraction, you didn’t notice the photo that slid free from the bottom of the kamera and directly in front of the still partially stunned Diluc. He blinked a few times before looking down at the developing photo but when it started to grow clear, as the colors filled in the areas of darkness and grey, he couldn’t help take a closer look. 

He never considered himself to be one for portraits but this was by far the best capture he’d ever seen. There the two of you were, love radiating off your cheeks, eyes closed while two smiling faces expressed their admiration through a perfect kiss. 

Diluc let a small, surprised huff out through his nose before sliding the picture in his shirt pocket and, while he turned to finish preparing for the evening, you were busy snapping more photos of him from the second floor. 

[witch-hazels-musings]

Witches Brew

Hazel’s 9k follower event! 

Welcome to the shop - what can I brew for you today?  ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

Do not fear,

Your promise is here,

Ease your mind for soon you will find,

A place you’ll never forget

What can I BREW you?

One character per brew

Diluc, Zhongli, Kaeya, Childe, Xiao, Albedo, Dainsleif, Scara, Thoma, Beidou, Sucrose, Ganyu, Jean

Up to three ingredients in each potion (in any configuration!)

Hazel may only fill a number of orders, all unfilled orders will be blessed before passing through the sands of time

Ingredients below the cut  ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

Soul :🜍: - intimate ingredients  ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

Butterfly wings - the wings keep hearts soring, or tickle the stomach, whichever you prefer ⇒ use these to enhance your kisses

Flowers of antimony - a rock of this clarity will surly guide you toward your future, a perfect ingredient for proposals 

Eyebright - a few drops of this mixture will alleviate any dull vision, perfect during your morning routines 

Crystal cores - harvested from hard to capture crystalflies they are imbued with the energy of the elements, a wonderful boost to any confession 

Sage - holding your significant others hand never felt more perfect, add a little sage to boost your confidence and prolong the contact  

Small lamp grass - a wild grass that emits a light at night, used in cooking and an enchantment to light your way. At night is glows like sneaking glances at those who pass it by 

Witch-hazel - take a break, or stick close to your beloved. Either or, this ingredient promises to encourage the best hugs

Luminescent spine - a light-emitting part of the firefly. in courtship it may cause one to blush, or restore lost strength ⇒ ‘could you always lift that much!?’ 

Lotus head - an aquatic plant native to Liyue that grows and blooms in pairs. This complementary ingredient is perfect to balance uneven attraction. Best used when needing to share a bed

Basil - the most versatile of plant is a boon to any affair ⇒ mix well and thoroughly for a pleasant anniversary

Ember flowers - vibrant flowers like these adapt to any of your partners clothes, sprinkle lightly as to not stain them 

Comfrey root - this healing root will improve a number of conditions. It’s very popular, perhaps because a side effect is increased flirting, that’s just speculation though 

Spirit :☿: - standard ingredients ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

Mint - a refreshingly cool ingredient used in serval dishes. It for sure makes a night around the town all the more enjoyable!

Common salt - a mineral composed of sodium chloride; most often used in household dishes and warding of spirits ⇒ how domestic

Marigold - a plant from the sunflower family makes these the most colorful addition to any garden or decorative flower crowns ⇒ mostly meant to add color to your potions, purely cosmetic 

Dandelion seeds - a tiny seed that rides the wind and holds hope from afar. Whisper words of encouragement onto the seeds before soaking them in water for several hours

Windwheel asters - a plant that adores the wind, to proud children it is called ‘the visible wind.’ Perhaps this is why its used in dancing potions 

Lunar caustic - silver is a compound of reflection and will make any moment of snapping a photo as earnest as a truthful heart

Comet dust - a material fallen from the stars themselves. Spread this around the area you mean to stargaze in and you’re guaranteed to see one to wish on 

Chalk - a soft, white, porous, sedimentary carbonate rock. This flakey and sticky compound is best used when studying, or you can crumble it into the mixture for a solid, mailable base

Dust of azoth - a mixture that can transmute elemental materials and swap elemental types. Place outside during bad weather to collect the right elemental energy for any of your alchemy needs

Fragments of innocence - a list of lost poems left to the sands of time. Say these words over the potion as it cools to increase the consumers comfort

Chamomile - This multi-beneficial plant is best used when brewed into a tea but it’s properties heavily impact whatever it soaks in ⇒ It’s a pretty impressive to assist in napping, but don’t let the boss see

Valerian - Historically used to treat insomnia, migraines, and fatigue. The best out of all materials to increase nightmare protection 

Body :🜔: - dark ingredients  ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

Black tar - thick like the vitriol from the darkest of places, it takes a brave - or stupid - person to gather enough for a potion. Perhaps this is why all who touch it experience the worst nightmares

Fools gold - everything that glitters is not gold; ground and pounded into the finest of dust, this rock will take everything valuable with it ⇒ abandonment it’s the only thing this fool will ever find 

Lye - use intermittently but make sure you get approval from the research institute before purchasing in large quantities. No matter how much you use, it cannot clean away the steady insecurities that cling to your skin

Powder of algaroth - used chiefly in the preparation of tartar emetic and medicine, this composition is created by slowly pouring water over the substance and waiting for it to crystalize. Good for when you are sick but hurts going down

Mushroom spore - a quality spore full of life. It spreads and seeps into the ground. They say these have bread arguments so powerful they tilled the soil the seeds fell into 

Orpiment powder - a highly toxic mineral that can lead to death. Do not handle unless well equipped to suffer the consequences 

Ferrous sulfate - Used to treat and prevent iron deficiency anemia, increase production of healthy red-blood cells and carry oxygen through the body ⇒ best used in secretive potions for the time being; don’t let fall into the wrong hands 

Dragon bone - a sturdy and ancient bone found in the hardest to reach places. Each one is a different body part and no two are from the same creature ⇒ very rare, use sparingly 

Woolfolk - a berry with thorns that often gets attached to a wolf’s pelt, if you break through the skin this berry’s healing properties cure injuries even if it causes them first

Confit holly - this thorny green plant with red berries may be beautiful but is highly poisonous. Keep away from eyes as it can increase the likelihood of sudden tears

Cinnabar - this toxic mineral is often used to heighten pigments or enrich the color red. The ink created from this mineral often holds the darkest truths

Aspongue mold - a rare, dangerous mold, used in the most powerful of poisons. ⇒ what, are you looking for revenge?

[witch-hazels-musings]

Hi friend!

First of all, I’m SO proud of you. You’ve been working hard to show your passion and well done my friend. Your efforts paid off extremely well.

So… so Thoma…

I’m feeling Butterfly Wings, Dandelion Seeds, and Valerian.

Can’t wait to see what you cook up. 🤗

Well if it isn’t Kare, I am not surprised to see you here. You’ve always been a huge supporter of all my work and I feel honored to call you friend. 

It seems you are in need of some protection, well, let me make something special for you. I’ve written a small note with this, please hand it to Thoma if you will. 

Best, 

need a potion? 

He noticed how each night you grew more and more restless. How often he’d wake up and find you absent from the bed or, on nights he returned late, the concern he’d feel when you were asleep on the couch. The book in your hand slipping off your legs while your head rested uncomfortably on the armrest. He’d move to pick you up only to hear you whimper or startle awake. Something was hindering your sleep but each time he asked you about it, you brushed it off as nothing. 

Tonight though, as he meandered through the grounds of the estate, he saw you wandering confused and immediately knew something was wrong. 

“Y/N?” He called out, careful not to startle you. The look in your eyes when you saw him was like a crushing weight to his heart, whatever happened it must have shaken you to your core. 

“T-Thoma ...” You stumbled forward, hand reaching out to grab him while the clothes you wore to bed became exposed under the long robe falling down your arms. He rushed forward, taking your hand in his and pulling the fabric back around your body. 

“What in the world are you doing out here? You’ll get sick.” 

“You were gone.” 

“I’m sorry, I had to attend to s-”

“No, you were gone, gone.” He looked at you curiously before his attention went to a pair of soldiers making their way toward you and his first worry is they would see you in a state he couldn’t handle. So, with a careful hand at your back he began to escort you back to the bedroom. “I tried to find you but I couldn’t ... I looked everywhere and ...” 

“Hey, it was just a bad dream, right?” 

“I woke up and you weren’t there ... I thought ... I couldn’t.” You stopped moving and even though he had removed you from the soldiers sight, you were no closer to the bedroom than before. You were shivering, hands trembling against his arm and, as he looked you over, the light reflecting off your tears made his heart shatter. 

“Shh, it’s alright.” He whispered, kneeling down, thumb brushing away your tears in slow, gentle strokes. “I’m here, see.” Taking your hand, he pressed it against his chest until he was sure you could feel his heartbeat even through your unsteady fog. “Feel that? It was just a dream, I haven’t gone anywhere.” 

“It felt so real. Everyone I knew, everyone I loved was gone and I ...” 

“I know, they can feel so real sometimes but it can’t hurt you now.” 

“Thoma ...” You’re voice was quiet but he hummed at the sound of his name. “Do you get nightmares?” His hand fell away from yours as he moved on to tie the fabric of your robe. 

“Sometimes.” 

“What do you do ... when you can’t close your eyes afterwards?” Standing, he looked down at your face and saw the pleading way your eyes followed him. He had many ways of dealing with his own nightmares; going to clean something, taking a walk, reminding himself that the past couldn’t harm him anymore but with the amount of hours you’d lost from this particular dream, all he wanted was to get you to rest. 

“I ask someone to stay with me.” 

Brushing your hair from your face, he watched you bite your lip and smiled slightly at the words that spilled from your mouth. “Will you .. stay with me?” 

“Of course. Let’s go back, okay?” Nodding, you wrapped your arm around his and traveled the path back to the bedroom but as soon as the door came into view he felt the way you tightened your grip and figured this particular case needed an extra bit of warding. “Hey.” 

“Mm?” 

“You know what else helps keep the nightmares away?” He began, ushering you inside the room and letting the door close with a soft click. 

“What?” 

Carefully, gently, he cupped your face in his hands and gazed into the eyes of the one person he’d go to the edge of hell and back for. He watched how yours fluttered closed, felt how your hands gripped tightly onto his shirt each time his lips connected with a different location on your face. 

“A kiss here,” He said, moving away from your nose, “Will keep all your worries away. One here,” He explained, pressing his lips on either side of your eyes, “Will make sure you see only the good, and one here,” He whispered over your lips, “Will protect you from everything else.” You wobbled, became unsteady as he finished his mantra but when your eyes finally opened again to take him in, he asked the final question to seal it all in. “Ready for bed?” 

You nodded and he followed after you. The sheets covered you but Thoma made sure you were surrounded by him so that no matter what you were shielded from it all. In his arms, there was no way any nightmare could reach you now. 

“Sweet dreams, Y/N.” He repeated in your hair and felt your body relax further against him and, before long, he followed after you into dreamland ready to fight whatever monster came your way. 

[witch-hazels-musings]

hi hazel, congrats on 9k! i hope you don’t feel too overwhelmed with this event <3 may i request a potion with small lamp grass, comet dust, and crystal cores for xiao?

Hello, my dear! All the love to you on this day! I apologize for the late order. I was feeling quiet tired and stopped by Angels Share to revitalize. Had a lovely time before it got busy. If you ever get the chance, you should drop on by, they have a lovely cider - the bartender will adjust if you’re under age. 

I’ve left this under the dome jar full of fireflies, when you are ready

need a potion? 

You knew how you felt about him, which was strange because you hadn’t really felt that way for someone in ... maybe ever. Love was something you read about in books, heard in passing when it happened to those close to you, dreamed about with memories so fleeting you only recalled a taste. It was an enigma, and uncertainty but when you met Xiao it became real.

It was like the world finally made sense. Things that once passed you by seemed more vibrant, sights and smells were no longer a lingering thought in your own brain but a question, ‘would he like this too?’ You’d always been a frugal person, a protected person, one not swept up by the frivolous nature of things and instead rested on practically but with Xiao, well ... 

It was the gentleness at which he viewed the world even though he knew of it’s darkness. The curiosity in his eyes when he found something not meant for his blade. The wonder and hopeful expressions he passed on to fireflies, small creatures who knew not his name, and the children who learned not to fear the wind when it smiled at their innocence. 

For a creature taught and shaped to be a weapon, he was so compassionate to the earth he was born from.

You felt more for him than you had for anything in your life - you loved him, that was the only explanation you had anymore. So, as you made your way up the steps to the highest balcony, the place where he often stowed himself away to not affect the purity of the souls around him, you knew it was now or never to let him know how you felt. 

“Xiao?” The sound of his name was like a gentle calling of the wind. You beckoned to it, withheld it’s harshness on the tip of your tongue and smiled at it’s owner when he looked at you. 

He turned and greeted you in a way that might have driven others off but you knew him, you trusted him. 

“How is the sky tonight?” Leaning against the railing, you glanced at his face before looking up to see the stars twinkle in the darkness. They were beautiful, what a strange thought for you to have. 

“It’s fine, I don’t sense any ill on the wind.” 

“That’s good, you must have done well.” 

“It’s my duty.” He leaned forward, hips pushing outward as his chin moved to rest on his crossed arms. Another glance stolen, another chance to build up the courage to say what you needed, to say what was only left to say - the night wasn’t going anywhere. 

The air was growing cooler as the world shifted to autumn. years ago you would have noted nothing of the colors and shift in the landscape but Xiao had shown you a beautiful world by being in it. 

It was time ... 

“Xiao?” He hummed in response and you readied yourself to speak what finally echoed in your heart. “I don’t know the best way to ... to say this? So I’ll just tell you the truth.” He leaned up and caused you to falter, his golden eyes stole the words from your mouth and you stood there agape trying to find them again. “I lik-” 

Xiao’s head shot to the left, his eyes searching the stars as one, two, five, seven streaks fell across the sky. He was transfixed but so were you. They flashed, radiated wonder in the twinkling expanse and you recalled a story from your childhood. 

Speak the truth under the falling stars and you will be heard by the spirits themselves.

Shaking, your placed your hand on his arm, your thumb grazing his skin and pulling his attention to you but before his eyes could take your resolve, you spoke. “I like you.” The furrowing of his brows told you the words caught him off guard but you started and needed to continue. “I like you, I don’t really know what it means because I’ve never ... it doesn’t matter. I like you and I’m sure hearing that from a human is not what you expected but it’s the truth.” 

“I do not ...” 

“I - I don’t need your response now. I just wanted you to know.” Smiling, you turned back toward the display and breathed out all the air you didn’t know you could hold. It was a relief to get it out, a weight to let it go as easily as the stars let themselves fall across the horizon. “It’s beautiful, don’t you think?” 

Xiao gazed at you, his heart pounding with confusion, uncertainty, emotions he didn’t understand but experienced all the same. You seemed different now under the golden shimmer of the night sk. Almost like a crystal fly just within his reach. “Beautiful ...” He repeated a word he’d never used but felt like he understood for the first time.  

[witch-hazels-musings]

Hello my lovely hazel😭 may I request a brew with childe? Ingredients:

- witch-hazel

-chamomile

-ember flowers

I adore this entire concept 🥰

hello my dear, thanks for dropping by the shop today. Sorry I couldn’t personally receive your order, but I snatched it up as soon as it landed on my alchemy table. Let’s see ... an incredible selection, I do believe this healing potion will ease any and every worry you may have 

pick it up any time! 

need a potion?

It was the middle of the day but that didn’t stop you from feeling the pull of sleep just at the edges of your eyes. The heavy breathing that came with much needed rest, the clouded thoughts that’s only remedy could be found with comfortable sleep. 

You blamed Childe for your lack of it, it wasn’t the first time you had restless nights because of him. Sometimes they were expected, with energy like his there was a wonder you slept at all. From midnight runs to extra curricular activities, you had learned well the feeling of waking up tired. This time, however, it was because of his absence that you struggled. If he didn’t return from Inazuma soon, there was no way you were going to make it through another day without passing out. 

So, as you stumbled your way back to the bedroom, you found yourself standing in front of his dresser. Fingers gliding over the many shirts he wore when not in ‘official’ uniform. The rich auburn fabric reminded you of the times you’d slept on his chest, the smell of sandalwood and crisp mint filling your nose and pulling you back to the endless hugs you’d shared with him. It was hard to be in love with a harbinger. Not only was his job secretive but the time you spent with was often sporadic. 

Letting out a longing sigh, you pulled the cloth from it’s hanger and threw it on. The feeling of it against your skin made you smile and you swore you could hear his voice as clear as day. 

“That’s my shirt, comrade.” Smiling, you turned toward the bed but jumped at the sudden figure standing in the doorway. 

“CHILDE?!” You were stunned for a moment, just enough to have your brain process all the possible truths and lies of the situation before you launched yourself into his arms. He caught you easily, hands gripping onto your shirt - his shirt - and revealing more skin than you normally would have displayed. “Whe-when did you get home?!” 

He practically had to pry you off his face in order to answer your question because as soon as the words spilled from your mouth the lips you’d missed were captured with your own. He cupped your face once you were settled back onto the ground and held you there as you tried to return for more. 

“Mmm, not that long ago. Oh, I did enjoy the show.” He chuckled, glancing down to your partially covered form in his shirt. 

“S-stop, I was about to take a nap and I didn’t want to get hot.” 

“Too late.” You shoved him but he only smiled at his joke. “A nap huh? That sounds perfect, I’m exhausted.” Letting out a long groan, he leaned onto you so much you had to wrap your arms around him just to stay standing. 

“Hey--heavy!” 

“Carry me, I’m not going to make it.” He collapsed further onto you, arms extended over your shoulders as his chest slipped down yours all while making noises feigning injury. You struggled but did your best until you were about to crumble under his weight and, as soon as the final plea for him to help seemed to fall on deaf ears, he suddenly scooped you into his arms. 

“AAH--hahah, wait!” The laughter you’d been missing exploded from your throat as he hoisted you over his shoulder and plummeted into the bed with you. Your back hit with so much force he had to slide his hand under your neck to keep you from landing in a strange way. “You are going to kill me one of these days.” You jested, pressing against his chest as he hovered over you. 

“Kill someone like you? Now that would be a battle I’d surly lose.” 

“Well you seem to make it a struggle for my hear--heeeey!” His weight increased ten fold as he put all his weight on your chest. 

“Just a few minutes.” 

“Waah, Childe ... Childe ...?” Stalling with your hand on his shoulder, eyes searching his half obscured face resting against you, abs shaking in your awkward half-raised position, you suddenly found yourself the only one awake in the room. “How did you fall asleep so fast??” You asked, plopping back onto the bed and feeling his body adjusting to the more comfortable position. 

His arm lay next to your head, his hand stayed still and warm against the back of your neck while his face rested quietly on your chest, one foot dangling off the edge of the bed. He was out, completely and utterly out and there was no way you could have pushed him off because each time you tried he only moved closer to you. 

Pursing your lips to puff out air, you moved your hand to the back of his head and began to slowly play with the orange curls releasing wafts of his shampoo. When your fingers trailed down his neck a small, quiet, lovely hum sounded in his chest but he didn’t stir, didn’t move. 

“I missed you.” The words fell into his hair before your lips found the softness of it and, while you wished you were under the covers, you were happy to be under the one person who would always keep you safe and sound. “Sleep well, dummy.” 

It wasn’t until the next day that the two of you awoke. It seemed there was only one curative potion strong enough to revitalize the both of you: love. 

[witch-hazels-musings]

congratulations for hitting 9k!! you deserve it <3

for your Witches Brew event, may i request a brew with a load of Windwheel asters , and handful of Small lamp grass and Ferrous sulfate as its base for Diluc? this event is actually really cool and i love the idea of it! i hope you could do my request

oh what a lovely little potion you've requested ... Mm, I am running low on Lamp Grass, but I think I have just enough for your potion today.

Longing potions are always filled with so much love, don't you agree?

need a potion?

All night you were surrounded by countless dance partners, some better than others, but all eager to steal even a fraction of your time. Of course, you were pleasant and accepted their requests, but you were starting to feel depressed that not one of them was the person you’d wanted. Even as you danced with each stranger you couldn’t stop your eyes from searching for a very particular red-headed man. Every once in a while you caught his vibrant hair in the corner of your eyes, but when you looked he was gone. So, you turned your attention back to your dance partner, offering them a kind, if not empty smile.

--

He watched you intently, his eyes never leaving you for more than a few minutes, and if they did, he found you again. You were flawless, your movements elegant and eye-catching. He knew his eyes weren’t the only ones drawn to you as he observed countless other suitors flocking to your side. He didn’t know what he was expecting, inviting you to a gathering like this and thinking you’d be anything but the center of attention. That smile, that laugh you gave out so freely, he wished he could keep them for himself, but that wasn’t realistic.

--

After many, exhausting dances, you slipped away toward the patio. The air was warm, a nice breeze blew through your hair and refreshed your tired body. You could hear the sounds of laugher and pleasant conversations drifting from inside the winery, clinking glasses, and hearty cheers intersected as people celebrated the coming of the cooler season. You should be in there with them, but instead, you felt the celebration to be less than exciting and you wondered if it would be better to just head back.

“If you stand out here too long you’ll miss the celebration.” You turned only to see Diluc walking toward you, adjusting the gloves on his hands before doing the same to his sleeves, his frame illuminated by the yellow glow of the lights inside and you sighed at how handsome he was.

“I needed a little break.” You chuckle, crossing your arms over your chest, hoping the action would calm the beating of your heart.

“You are quite the popular dance partner.” He pointed out, resting against the rock wall which outlined the patio.

“Ah, you noticed. I didn’t expect to be asked so many times.”

"Only just."

Scratching the back of your head and fussing with your ear, you stole a glance at him but even as you tried to avoid the lingering, it was impossible. He was wearing a striking suit, one you’d never seen him wear before, the black fabric suited him so well. It hugged his frame, complemented his striking hair; you couldn’t help but notice how it cinched around his waist and accentuated his toned chest. When you pulled your eyes away and back to his face he was looking right at you, his expression telling you he was waiting for your reply.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did you say something?”

He laughed and the sound shook your soul. “It’s nothing. It wasn’t that important.”

“Wait, you have to tell me now.” You pleaded, taking a step toward him, momentarily forgetful about the boundaries the two of you had built.

“Don't fret, shall we head back inside, it's getting cold.” He pushed himself away from the wall and crossed his arms, his eyes flickering brightly like an eager flame waiting to catch something on fire.

“I'm ... not ready.”

“Is something the matter?”

You shook your head but honestly, there was something wrong. You wanted to spend time with him but you weren't sure how to go about doing that ... was it too forward of you to ask him to stay?

The music swelled, it spilled out onto the patio as if a beckoning call for the two of you to take without question, "Alright. Then, how about a dance?” He held out his hand and even though you saw it, felt it just before you, you couldn’t look away from the hopeful eyes that looked down at you. "That is if you still have one left?"

"I do ... I mean, for you, yes." Fussing with your lips, you bit the side of your cheek before resting your hand in his. The warmth it lent you drew you in and soon you found yourself closer to Diluc Ragnvindr than you'd ever thought possible. "Ah ..." You jumped at his sudden hand on the small of your back and the noise made him tense.

"Apologies did I ..."

"No, it's fine I just ... didn't ... I'm fine." Dropping your head forward in an attempt to hide your embarrassment, you let out a sigh when he finally began to step in time to the music.

It was perfect, lovely and every sway the two of you shared made you feel lighter than even the strongest alcoholic beverages. The only problem is you didn't know where to look. Glancing up at him only caused him to look away, looking at his hands made you far too nervous, staring at his chest caused you to feel rude so you tried to look at his face again only to chicken out at the last minute.

"You're very good at this ..." You sputtered, while your mind whispered over and over, 'don't trip don't trip.'

"Thank you, I practiced often as a child."

Giggling, you couldn't help but imagine how cute tiny Diluc was. Stumbling and tripped over his own feet until he got used to it.

"What's so humorous?"

"Nothing, just ... I can't imagine you practicing anything."

"No one is born skilled."

"It was to be expected." The music began to fade but when the beat transitioned into a more lively tune, he still held you close. His hand stayed against your back, fingers curled around yours and even though the conversation dwindled with the music, neither of you let go.

"I'm sorry, I know that. So ... you must have practiced many things, I'm sure that was time-consuming." You commented, glancing at his face, eyes becoming lost in his.

"You're pretty impressive, you know."

"I wouldn't go that far."

" ... I would ... I don't think you get enough recognition for all that you do and ..." It was getting harder to breathe, even though you were outside everything began to wobble and sway as you tried to stabilize yourself against him. " ... and I ..."

"Y/N?" His voice, your name, his proximity, and the feeling of his warmth radiating near your cheek forced you to close your eyes in order to take in enough oxygen to survive.

"Master Diluc! There are urgent ... oh, my apologies I ..." The two of you separated and the sudden cold of the evening made you shiver without him.

"Master Diluc?" | "Diluc I ..."

"What is is, Hartman?" The worker bowed low and quickly explained the situation while you turned to take in the night air. "Thank you, I will deal with it." He bowed again before running back inside leaving the two of you in the broken atmosphere on the patio.

"Do what you have to do. Thank you ... for the dance." You smiled at him knowingly. He had things to deal with. This was his event, after all. To hold him back for your selfishness would be inappropriate.

"Apologies."

"It's fine, go." Waving him off you watched him walk back through the open doors before crossing your arms and returning to look out over the winery you loved. Perhaps it was time to leave after all ...

A hand touched your shoulder, the presence of warmth near your face made you pause, made everything pause. "Please stay a while, I have something I wish to discuss with you." Diluc's inviting voice filled your body and left you warm long after he made his way back into the thick of it all.

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AAA HAZEL THIS EVENT IS SO CUTE I LOVE IT SM!! CONGRATULATIONS ON 9K!! IM SO PROUD OF YOU!! How about Dainsleif with butterfly wings, common salt, and black tar? I live for that hurt/comfort what can I say? CONGRATS AGAIN ILY!! <3

Laneee! thank you again for the well wishes and support!! I have brewed this potion with you especially in mind <3 

drink it all, don’t miss a single drop 

need a potion? 

Normally you could handle this, could handle the sleep stealing dreams that plagued you but, lately, it was torturous to close your eyes after jolting awake. The images playing over and over again haunted you, the pressure of your dream slipped into the waking world as you tried to breath through the fear and anxiety left in their wake. You wanted to run, wanted to hide in the sheets but the darkness only enhanced what you wanted to disappear from. 

“Y/N?” A familiar voice called out to you, the sturdy hand of someone you knew, someone you trusted fell onto your shoulder and caused you to jump. It was unexpected, but the tremors of the nightmare clung to your skin and made you fearful of the wind itself. “It was only a nightmare.” 

You knew, of course, that it was but it all felt so real you couldn’t stop yourself from slipping back into it even now. “Was it?” You asked yourself, head shaking as your body answered what your heart couldn’t comprehend. 

“You are safe now, those dreams cannot harm you.” 

“They ... it felt so real I just ...” The sudden memory of what you saw caused physical pain to shoot out from your spine, like a sudden fit, it forced you forward. Bunching the blankets around your face you tried to breathe but found it far too difficult in your current state. “Dain ...” 

“I’m here.” Dain’s voice found you in the sheets, his hand moved to rest against your back but when you lifted up only to flash him the fear painted on your face he took action. 

Easily, he pulled you in between his legs. The pressure of his chest against your back, the tightness of his arms as they wrapped around yours, held you close, pressed his face against the side of your head and brought every part of him as near as it could get to you. He encircled you, protected you, surrounded you and soon the violent shivering of your body eased. 

“Dreams may feel real. I have witnessed many, the blackness of what we see is distorted in our minds but they cannot get you here.” 

“I know ... I know you’re right. Rationally, I understand that but ... Dain it felt so real and I ... I couldn’t ...” You pressed your face into his arms and he responded by holding you tighter. 

“Nothing will get to you, you have my promise.” A tender kiss pressed against the side of your head, your crossed arms and curled hands felt his lips again and again. It wasn’t until the third kiss that you noticed the tensed state of your arms but with each contact you relaxed, bit-by-bit until a relieved breath passed through your lungs. 

He leaned back, legs relaxing as your body grew calm and you followed him as if it were the only thing you could do and when your back relaxed into his hold, you felt the soft calling of sleep replace the worry of it. 

“Tell me, how do you feel?” 

“Better, much better.” 

“Good, can you sleep?” 

“Mmm, I think so ... but ... can I stay here a little longer?” 

“I will only let you go when you are ready.” Turning, you tried to look up at him but as soon as your face was within his reach he began to press gentle kisses to your forehead while his fingers ran down your arm. “Try to rest.” 

“What will you do?” 

“As promised, I will keep you safe. As long as you are in my arms, nothing will harm you.” 

“Then, can I stay forever?” 

“It is a long time.” 

“That’s okay ...” 

“Then forever ...” He whispered, arms encircling you once again before his lips pressed against your skin and sleep inevitably took you. 

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My loooooove Hazeyyyyy I can’t believe you’ve reached 9k already!! You deserve every one plus more!

I would *love* to request a potion, if I could, for my beloved Calvary captain ☺️ with Luminescent spines and butterfly wings, please! As for a third ingredient…surprise me 😉 (or just leave it at two I stg if you over work yourself imma git you (lovingly ofc))

Mwah mwah Hazeyyyy Wuv youuuus and hug congrats again Angel! 🥺💜

Breezie, I half expected you to drag me out of the shop yesterday with the number of orders I attempted to fill. I'm am glad you didn't - probably because you were too busy with your Calvary Captain. Mmm two very lovely ingredients will make the perfect Love Potion for sure.

I'll drop it off at the Knights Headquarters as I'm sure that's where you will be.

need a potion?

Loving him was as easy as waking up in the morning because you knew he would be at your side. It was as simple as breathing in the air of the city because you knew his existence was floating on the wind. It was nothing more than the way you lived; at his side was the best place for you to be, the only place to be.

Supporting him was a constant state of mind. Through everything he did you wanted to cheer him on and, even though you wondered if he appreciated the gestures you showered him in, you knew you'd be unable to stop. A day did not go by when you didn't whisper to his shadow how proud you were of him.

You cared so deeply for the man who hid from even those closest to him that you'd take whatever he'd give you because, one day, he might finally trust that you really, truly, weren't going anywhere.

--

"What's all this?" Kaeya cooed, hands curling around your hips as you settled onto his lap. He eyed you curiously, devilishly while your fingers ran down the exposed area of his chest.

"Whatever do you mean?" You played back, using the most flirtatious voice you could muster.

"Aren't you being a bit touchy?"

"Do you not want me to?"

"Oh no, please continue." He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as he adjusted you on his lap - a not-so-subtle attempt to get you closer than you already were. "I'm curious to know the occasion for this attention?"

"Mmm, well ..." You thought for a moment. Of course, there wasn't anything special, no secret drive to be intimate with him other than the fact that you wanted it. "I just like you."

"Mmm, is that all?" His hand moved up the side of your waist and the heat from your chest erupted up your neck and into your cheeks.

"Noooo." You looked at him, the half-cocked smile spurring you on. Kaeya always made you feel so bold. "Can I share some secrets with you?"

"I'm all ears." Your back bent slightly at the pressure of his hand, so touchy.

"I think ..." You began, hands moving to push his wrists so you could focus long enough to talk. "You are the most attractive man I've ever seen."

"I've been told that."

"But have you been told that your eyes make me think of rivers so pure they've never seen human contact before?" He looked up at you and you were emboldened to continue. "Have you been told that you're lips make me so weak I can't breathe, that when you kiss me everything else fades away?"

"Mmm, do th-" You pressed your finger over his lips. It was his turn to listen and you were going to make sure he did just that.

"Have you been told that your smile does something to my heart I can't explain? That your, very touchy hands, make me feel like the safest person in all of Teyvat? That the scars you carry from your battles are breathtaking? That your confidence and follow-through remind me that I can be brave?"

His hands stopped moving, his gaze fixated on you so intently you felt yourself get emotional. Kaeya made you feel everything every second of every day, but there was one thing he made sure you never forgot.

"Kaeya has anyone ever told you that this," You let your hand trail down his chest until it touched the space over his heart. "This heart that you protect from the world is the one thing it needs. Have you been told that you are everything? Because you are to me."

Nervousness kept your eyes trained on the fingers against his chest but, when they were brave enough to look at his face, it was like the world stole your breath. His lips were partially open, eye shining so brightly as if it radiated the heat of his body, if weren't already so overwhelmed by him you would have sworn he looked, embarrassed.

"Kaeya--" His hand suddenly covered your eyes, you felt himself shift in his chair and while he tried so hard not to let you see, you were able to catch a peek between his fingers anyway.

"What am I going to do with you?" He whispered but you had a hard time understanding through the fingers he pressed over his mouth and the direction of his head as he turned away from you.

"Kaeya?"

"You have to stop talking."

"W-why?"

"Because I ... I just can't with you." You jumped at the sudden pressure of his lips against yours. You weren't sure what kind of kisses you'd get from the captain on any given day but the ones he pressed so tenderly, so emotionally against your lips right now were by far the best he's ever given you - you might even consider them your favorite.

[witch-hazels-musings]

Hazel, my love, firstly, congratulations on big big followers! Goodness, I wanna kissie your forehead! Good job, angel! There is nobody who deserves it more u_u

Butterfly Wings,Fragments of Innocence, and Confit Holly for (dun, dun dun!) my beloved, xiaoxiao!

Goodness, anyway you this beautiful potion might be as beautiful as you. Everything you do is beautiful but not as beautiful as Hazel <3

I don’t wanna take up too much of your time, just...kiss yourself for me before you start~

Dearest Cammie, thank you for stopping by. Rummaging through my orders, yours stood out to me as if the sun were shining in my face. Of course, I’m not surprised because it’s you. 

Let me make a special brew, and I’ll give it a light kiss for extra luck. 

need a potion? 

The world moved on - time, the fickle and unempathetic component of life made decisions often unexpectedly. There were moments when we feel in control, days floated by while we participated in their passing with a smile on our face, with knowledge in our hearts, and hope for the future while other days, we were more like observers to it’s decisions. 

Will the actions we take bring us closer or further away from where we are meant to be. It seems like time is the writer of our stories but I choose to believe fate is the one thing we can never escape. 

It’s fate that brought the two of you together and it was fate that kept you. Damn the passing of time because when the two of you were together it had no meaning - dawn turned to bright sun, hours felt like eternity each time he touched your face, warm light faded to chilled blue but all you saw was sparkling gold.

You had found one another. Through every twist and turn in your path, for ever weave, bend, dip or rise you decided to find the end result would have always been: Xiao. 

-

 You loved him, you knew that you did but you worried every day if he really cared for you. The fears and anxieties you couldn’t shake weighed you down like the thousand disappointments you thought you were. Of course, you hated the fact that you felt so unworthy to be beside him - you wanted to change, wanted to be a support and not a hindrance, wanted to be and aid and not just ‘useless.’ And yet, no matter how many times you let those thoughts wash away in the clarity of the riverbed, they always came back down into your shivering hands. 

As they did when you least wanted them too, the tears began to fall until all your cheeks knew were the warmth of them, the irritation of your sleeve pushing away the wet and cutting your face from the friction. You wanted to hide away but there was no where to go. All you knew is you didn’t want Xiao to see you - he had enough on his plate. 

“Why are you crying?” A gentle, confused voice broke through your sobs. Their hands took your wrists and pulled away the hands you pressed against your nose. 

“Don’t look at me, Xiao. Please.” You begged, turning your face to hide your shame. How did he always manage to find you when you didn’t want him to. 

He didn’t pull away, didn’t move, didn’t leave and you weren’t sure what stung your heart more. “Are you hurt?” 

“No ...” 

“Then why ...” 

“I don’t know, I’m sorry.” You wanted to tell him, wanted to share with him your worries but also felt guilty for doing so. It was easier just to deny it all and hope the feelings would just go away. 

Closing your eyes, you did your best to hide from his eyes to slow the stream of tears falling down your face but when you felt something warm against your forehead you stilled at the contact. 

“Xiao?” 

“The darkness in the world can slip in many ways. If it’s not purged it can cause sickness ... I’m not sure it’s affect on humans but I will do what I can to destroy it.” 

“Xiao ...” 

“I will protect you. From it all I will protect you.” 

“Even myself?” You whispered, hands moving to the gloved hands resting on your legs. 

“Beings are fragile but I am not; No matter what it is that torments you I will rid you of it’s burden. You have my word.” Gently, he pulled away, his finger pushing against your chin and toward the warmth of the sun and, as you closed your eyes at it’s brightness, he left a trail of healing kisses over your tainted cheeks until nothing but sunshine was left.  

Fate brought you together and time would keep you until it all faded away.