How Diluc Kisses You

CW: Your favorite places to kiss them - Xiao version + their reaction to the kisses, soft kisses, terms of endearment used, blushy boys, Slight NSFW(just to be sure.), things get a bit spicy in a few sections, slightly suggestive content, MDNI, fluff, GN!reader, NOT PROOFREAD

Featuring: Xiao

You often take the time to shower Xiao with gentle affection, especially after he has had a rough day of battling his karmic debt. This isn’t an action you take lightly due to the toll it usually takes on the Yaksha’s physical and mental health daily.

Xiao - Face + Neck kisses

Depending on the time of day, Xiao is often spotted resting against the railing that lines the top balcony of the Wangshu Inn, his golden eyes settled on the land as he surveys for any form of danger. He has been gone most of the day ‘doing his duty as a Yaksha’ which meant this was the first time you are even seeing him.

Climbing up the stairs to the balcony, you hesitate for a moment seeing your boyfriend leaning against the railing before whipping out your Kamera to capture this moment. Most people thought of Xiao as a cold man with a heart of steel, but that was simply because he never opens up to anyone like he does with you. As his partner, you get to see all of his different moods including a special softness he harbors only for you. 

This was probably the most tranquil moment you have ever caught Xiao in by far and while you stare at him, you can’t help but realize just how your heart is hammering in your chest. Behind the Yaksha the last drops of the dying golden sun light up the clouds in perfect shades of amber, pinks, and blues. It provides the perfect backdrop for a candid photo of your boyfriend.

As if on cue, the stair creaks under your weight catching the attention of the Yaksha and he looks at you over his shoulder just as you snap the photo. Grabbing the picture that slowly slides from the kamera, your eyes wander over just how good your boyfriend looks with a grin on your face. This was definitely a keeper.

“Y/N?” Xiao’s calm voice cuts through the quiet atmosphere, causing your eyes to snap up to his face, smile playing on the corner of your lips as you move up a stair to meet his gaze, lips almost brushing together as you lean close.

“My love.” You hum in return, only now catching the tiredness that lingers in the depths of those golden orbs gazing into your own. “How about we lay down for a while?”

“Adepti have no use for slee-”

“Now, Xiao.”

With a final stubborn look at you, Xiao’s resolve breaks and he is scooping you into his arms bridal style with a soft huffing noise. He might not be proud of how wrapped around your finger he is, but he also refuses to bring it up around you all the same. A flash of emerald blinds your vision for a moment, causing your eyes to squeeze shut and your stomach lurches at the quick motion. When you feel the thump of Xiao’s feet against the wooden floor of your bedroom, you loosen the grip you have around his shoulders, legs feeling like jelly as you wiggle from your boyfriend’s grasp.

Kicking off your shoes, you climb into the bed, but not before giving Xiao a warning look about his as well. The moment that your boyfriend is settled in your shared bed, it comes as no surprise to him as you lean up to begin peppering soft kisses over every inch of his face. This is routine for the both of you, especially after your boyfriend has a particularly hard day defending the area around Wangshu Inn. You cover every available inch of his face, lips, cheeks, and forehead before dipping down to begin trailing those kisses to the soft expanse of his neck.

The moment that your lips come into contact with his throat, Xiao’s lips part as a soft noise between a whine and a moan escapes him. Golden eyes flutter shut as the intensity of the kisses increase from gentle pecks to hot, open-mouthed ones, his head tipping back to give you better access to do as you please. You’ve found that this is the quickest way to distract the Yaksha from the stress of his duties. Your mind flashes with lewd images of Xiao underneath you, his back arched and body littered with purple blossoms. What a lovely memory that was, indeed. 

Your mind is snapped from those thoughts as Xiao’s hands begin to move, one threading into the soft locks of your hair while the other grips your hip, hot fingers dipping under the material to linger on your skin. Taking this careful affection as well as the way Xiao’s heart was hammering in his chest to be a good sign, you begin nipping the skin of his throat instead. Unsurprisingly, the nipping causes Xiao to gasp lightly, his cheeks flushing a pretty pink and his lips part to take in heavier gulps of air. 

“Y-Y/N...”

“Shh, I’ve got you, okay? Gonna make you feel good and we can sleep afterward.”

Overall, your favorite place to kiss Xiao was his neck, because it always leads to a night of pleasure followed by a well-rested Yaksha.

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CW: Coming home to him after a long trip - Tighnari version, fluff, blood/injury mention, semi-graphic depictions of violence, hurt to comfort, Tighnari goes a little feral and I’m proud, reader has an electro vision, gn!reader, reader is a sword user, reader gets injured. NOT PROOFREAD

You're finally home.

Vibrant eyes settle on the land of green before you, fondness lingers in their depths as you cast a glance in the direction of Gandharva Ville in hopes of catching sight of a familiar Forest Watcher. There is a delicate breeze in the air that sends thin wisps of your hair grazing over the smooth skin of your cheeks, giving you a gentle reminder of how Tighnari's kisses used to feel before you left home. It had been a few weeks since your departure away from Sumeru, too many days and nights had passed since those beautiful brown-green eyes had bored into yours. It had been too many days and nights without the Forest Watcher's lingering touch and the feeling of his breath whispering over your skin so deliciously.

Drawing a deep breath in, you take that first step into the land of your birth, dropping down from the ledge you stood on into the sea of green eager to welcome you back where you belong. Landing in a patch of Padisarahs, the strong earthy scent of home comes rushing into your senses without warning, causing the breath to leave your lungs for a moment. You were finally home. Casting a final glance towards the Chasm, you can't help the happiness beginning to bubble in your chest, the promise of unshed tears burning behind your eyes forcing your feet to move in the direction you want to be heading, Gandharva Ville. You had been away for long enough, it was time to find your beloved partner and give him the attention he deserved after the extended period you spent apart.

After the expedition you took in Liyue to better research their flora and fauna, not even being surrounded by the calming presence of nature could fill the hole leaving Tighnari behind opened. While your journey had proved to be fruitful, you had longed for home the moment your feet left Sumeru and your darling Forest Watcher. As you follow the welcoming path leading to Gandharva Ville, the snap of twigs in the brush nearby grabbed your attention, hand waving as your sword materializes in your hand. The electro vision hanging from your hip begins to glow at the sight of Eremite Mercenaries pushing their way through the dense thicket, swords at the ready as if they had been waiting for you. Now, this was less than ideal with your growing need to find Tighnari as soon as possible, however, whenever the opportunity to rid Sumeru of these dregs came up you certainly wouldn't refuse the offer.

Tension so thick you could cut it with a blade filled the air, and it was almost as if the birds had quieted down to witness the battle about to take place before them. A hushed whisper of a breeze ran its icy fingertips up your arm, but not even that could draw your attention away from the group of Eremites standing in front of you, both parties waiting to see who will make the first move. With the soft click of your tongue in annoyance, you pull a Vijnana-Phala mine from the side pocket of your bag and toss it at the feet of your aggressors. Before they have a chance to blink, it explodes and a thick green layer of smoke blinds them causing uproar from the group now afflicted with dendro. Slamming your foot into the earth below you, the vision on your hip all but sparks as purple cherry blossoms explode in the middle of the dendro field created by the mine.

The reaction between the two elements is quick and violent, sparks flying as it sends the Eremites flying backward in different directions until they are all motionless on the ground. Pity they didn't put up much of a fight after all, huh?

"Y/N?"

A soft, almost tentative voice cuts through the air from the tree above you and the sound alone is enough to have your heart fluttering in your chest. Whipping around the 'thump' of feet hitting the ground, you're not too surprised as a certain fox is rushing into your arms, his tail idly swishing behind him to convey his excitement upon your sudden arrival.

"You weren't supposed to be back for another week." Tighnari's voice is muffled from where he has buried himself into your neck, hot breath fanning over the sensitive skin as he speaks.

Reaching up, you run your hands over the Forest Watcher's back, a soft chuckle escaping as his tail only increases in speed to show his approval of the gentle touches. It had been too many nights without you by his side, and just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, you appeared like a light ready to guide the fog away. You were safe and had returned home to him.

"Tsk, what a lovely reunion between lovers, hm?" A mocking voice cuts through the air, succeeding in both ruining the mood and making the hairs stand up on the back of your neck.

Tighnari had reluctantly pulled himself from your chest the moment the voice rang out, placing himself between you and the group of Eremites that had silently come up the path during your brief interaction with your lover. His bow had already materialized in his hand, drawing it back just as the head of the arrow began glowing green, a soft blossom over the tip signaling he was ready to fire. There were four of them, three men and one woman with sharp blades drawn, ready to strike down their newfound targets if they dared to make any sudden moves.

"Now now, why the hostility? Tighnari, surely you realize you're outnumbered here? Even with your little partner, you couldn't possibly take all of us on. They don't seem like...the strong type, if you know what I mean. Reactions are easy to trigger, why don't we see i-"

Before the poor girl can finish her sentence, Tighnari releases his arrow without a second thought, especially as your name was brought into this. A soft whistle can be heard as the arrow flies through the air towards her head a sharp thoomp erupts from the area of impact, and as it sinks home, four dendro arrows break off of it, seeking out other soft spots of her body and slicing into her flesh with ease. No sound escapes from her, not a scream or gasp, only a soft thump as her body hits the lush grass below her comrades, her crimson blood staining the earth.

A whistle sounds just behind you and Tighnari, neither of you having time to react as pain ricochets up your arm, the sharp head of an arrow easily piercing into the flesh of your bicep, going clean through the tissue before landing in the grass a few feet away. It wasn't often you got injured while roaming Sumeru so you had never had the chance to increase your pain tolerance much. What a curse that turned out to be, huh? Dropping your sword, your hand flies to the wound steadily trickling blood with a shrill cry, the pain nearly enough to make your legs buckle underneath you. Tears cloud your eyes in an instant as Tighnari whips around, brown-green eyes wide as the metallic scent of your blood fills his senses

Whoever shot you either wasn't the greatest of shots, or their goal was simply to disarm you so Tighnari would have to fight alone. There is another soft whistle behind you as another allow comes flying from the brush, the sharp head sinking into the back of your right thigh with ease. Pain travels up your leg as your muscles tense up once more at the sudden injury to the meat of your thigh, and the only thing that keeps you from collapsing on the forest floor are the strong arms that wind around you.

"Y/N?...Y/N you need to focus on me." Tighnari's words are quick, but calm as a free hand cups your face, fingers tilting your chin up so your eyes can meet. The brown-green depths are full of concern as they lock with yours, flicking to do a full assessment of your wounds before he lets out a shaky breath. "Don't touch the arrow, okay? Put pressure on your arm, I'll finish this quickly, and then we can get you patched up."

The Forest Watcher is quick to set you on the ground, making sure your wounds aren't being strained before he is stood upright, bow materializing in his hand once more as he casts a glance towards your aggressors. One large, black ear twitches before he is drawing his bow back and releases, striking one of the greasy-haired Emerites in the chest without warning. Like his previous arrow, four dendro arrows break off and sink themselves into their target's weak spots causing the man to crumple with a gargled cry. You feel as if you're going to pass out with the pain clouding your mind, threatening to darken your vision as you struggle not to give in and pass out. Pressing your hand to the wound on your arm with as much force as you can muster, you focus on trying to stabilize your breathing, panicking won't make Tighnari feel any better, you need to be strong for him.

Taking a few steps back, Tighnari pulls a Vijnana-Phala Mine from the satchel on his hip before tossing it in the direction of the two mercenaries still standing. As it hits the ground, it explodes and a thick layer of green smoke encircles the remaining men, causing them to react violently, shouting and waving their weapons in an attempt to strike the Forest Watcher.

"What's wrong? Can't see?" His voice is laced with so much anger that if the laws of nature would allow, he would be breathing fire with each spoken word.

Drawing back his bow once more Tighnari fires two arrows, one at each enemy that end up breaking into several smaller dendro arrows that strike their targets viciously, sinking between the gaps of their armor into the soft flesh underneath. His once friendly, open behavior has shifted into something darker and much more aggressive, since you have been brought into this ridiculous disagreement that should've ended days ago. You are his partner and he was supposed to protect you, he had failed at the one job he was supposed to maintain, and boy were these men regretting it now. Heavy footfalls can be heard from the brush behind you as Tighnari deals with the last of the Eremites forcing your brain to try and focus on the sound despite the pain.

Shit.

There is a tense moment of silence in your head as a hooded mercenary comes running from the brush behind you, his dagger is drawn and it feels as if time has come to a slow crawl. You know this man's intentions the moment that your eyes catch the way his blade glints in the sunlight and your heart drops to your stomach.

He was going after Tighnari.

You're on your feet in an instant, the pain of your wounds long forgotten the moment you discover that your partner is now in danger, he is too busy finishing off the others to realize what is going on. You knew that you couldn't get to him in time to block the blow of the dagger, yet, as the weapon raises to deal a potentially fatal blow, an intense wave of determination washes over you. You can feel the buzz of energy on your hip as your vision activates, electro shooting you forward in a flash of purple light until your back connects with Tighnari's, forcing the Forest Watcher to keep himself from tumbling forward.

"Y/N!?"

You don't have the words to warn him of your intention to block the blow, the adrenaline pumping in your veins feeling as if it's squeezing your vocal cords shut. You manage to raise your hand just as the mercenary's dagger is thrust downward with enough force to cause a fatal wound, eyes squeezing shut as you brace for impact. The pain slicing through you hand forces a cry from your lips, your eyes snapping open to try and grasp what exactly had happened. Fuck it hurts. Unsurprisingly, the blade had gone clean through your palm and the pain nearly makes you rip your hand away if it isn't for your attacker applying more pressure. His goal was to kill one of you, to avenge his comrades and these injuries now made you an easier target.

Before you have time to process the danger you're in, the Emerite begins to apply force to the dagger forcing it towards your chest. The vision on your hip lights up once more as you push upward on the blade in return, your scream escapes through clenched teeth as you struggle to turn the tide of the fight. A purple aura radiates around your body, as your vision assists with giving you the strength needed to throw your head forward, connecting with the bridge of the mercenary's nose and forcing him to take a few steps back. The dagger is ripped from your palm in the process, now that the blade as been removed there is nothing stopping the blood from oozing from the wound.

You're hardly given a moment to breathe as the mercenary recovers from the blow you've dealt him, his blade stained crimson as he gets ready to charge once more. Just as he takes one step, six dendro arrows fly past your head and a fierce growl sounds in your ear as Tighnari presses against your back, his face centimeters away from your own. His eyes are all but blazing as he settles his gaze on you, not casting a second glance toward any of the fallen enemies as he goes to check your wounds.

"You idiot." Tighnari huffs at you, brown-green eyes settling on the wound through your hand before he is tugging bandages from his satchel, wrapping it the best he can so you don't lose anymore blood on your travel to Gandharva Ville. "If you ever do so-"

Reaching up your uninjured hand, you cup Tighnari's cheek warmly, thumb smoothing over the pale skin before your forefinger and thumb grip his chin, forcing your eyes to meet once more. You search his gaze for any sign of anger or resentment toward you, but after finding that there is none, you can't help the laugh escaping your throat. "Nari, I just need you to kiss me already."

The Forest Watcher's eyes widen slightly for a moment, almost as if processing your words, but you can't bear the wait anymore. After your long stay in Liyue, as well as the shitshow you came back to, you're not letting this moment slip away from you. Carefully tugging Tighnari's face to your own, you waste no time in slotting your lips together in a much-needed kiss, hand shifting to grace over his ears after just a moment of being connected. The action forces an involuntary whine from the man's throat and he is quick to pull away with a mock scowl, but it vanishes nearly as quickly as it had formed.

"Come on, let's go get you patched up. I'm sure Collei will be pleased to see you've arrived home safely."

"Whispers of Love in the Wind" ↠ Kazuha [FLUFF]

"Just run away with me darling, we'll get real lost"

Characters: Kazuha x GN!Reader (You)

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 5,686 (I’m very sorry, this is a behemoth)

Warnings: Kazuha's voicelines, Archon quest spoilers (up to most recent), some mentions of bullying at the beginning

A/N: I love this man so much that I really wanted to write him (and ended up with this monster). Enjoy this little bit of fluff before the angst start coming ;) Yes, I did get lazy on the last haiku. The story is split into seasons, but there's some time that passes between seasons. Prompts supplied by @tartagilicious and @seerie:

➳ "I promised to love you forever"

➳ "I still find myself falling asleep with you on my mind"

Also, I want to thank you guys so much for getting me to 400 followers! I never thought this would happen! I am so honored so many of you like my writing and I will continue to work hard!

Spring

Mouth pursed, vermillion eyes squinting in concentration, a little boy carefully holds a brush to paper. He watches as inky rivers flow together, blossoming into beautifully crafted words. The paper ruffle softly from the boy blowing gently on the glistening words, and he makes to wet his brush when-

“There he is!”

Raucous shouts of gleeful laughter fill the air. The sound of stampeding feet could be heard as a group of children rush into the once serene meadow.

Kazuha sighs. Quickly, he rolls up the paper with practiced hands and tucks it into his maple-leaf print sleeve.

“Oi Kaedehara!” A boy with shifty eyes, burly for his age, calls out as he approaches. “What are you doing?” The other children jeer as they

“Nothing that should concern you,” Kazuha replies, standing up slowly.

A scowl darkens the boy’s features, “You got something to say to me, Kaedehara?”

“Not really,” Kazuha says plainly, carefully putting away his brush and inkstone, a gesture that does not go unnoticed.

“What’s this?” The boy grabs a few papers scattered on the ground, the subject of Kazuha’s idle thoughts which had been long discarded hours ago. He scans them quickly and turns to his eager audience as he brandishes the paper like a trophy, “Kaedehara’s writing poetry!” He announces gleefully, saying the words with such a bite that he may as well have been saying that Kazuha was talking to himself.

The crowd guffaws noisily.

“Can I have that back?” Kazuha asks calmly as he crosses his arms.

“Is this what the Mighty Kaedehara clan is reduced to?” Another boy calls out amidst the clamoring. “Writing poetry?” His outburst incites another round of laughing.

“Poor Kaedehara,” the first boy mocks, “From samurai to starving poet is a long way to fall.”

Kazuha sighs inaudibly. He opens his mouth to say something, but another voice beats him to it.

“HEY! PICK ON SOMEONE YOUR OWN SIZE!” An incredibly furious, albeit tiny, voice sounds from the edge of the clearing. Everyone turns to look for the source. Kazuha watches, slightly amused, as you stomp across the field and stop in front of the boy who had taken the papers.

The boy sneers, looking down at your small figure, “Mind your business, kid, this is between Kaedehara and me.”

“Why are you picking on him?” You glare fiercely.

“Cute,” the boy proclaims, “Kaedehara the samurai needs a kid to protect him!” He mocks and the crowd jeers. “Is this the legacy of the Kaedehara cl-”

The boy suddenly stops speaking, mainly because you sock him in the stomach, a very solid thump!resounding through the air. Everyone gasps as he makes a choking sound, the wind knocked clean out of him.

“You got more to say?” You make a fist threateningly and the boy gulps.

“Come on…. let’s go,” He rasps, gesturing to the other children. They eye you warily as they leave.

Kazuha watches them go, until every last one of them is no longer able to be seen, before he speaks. “That was quite impressive.” There is a hint of admiration in his soft voice.

“My sister, Beidou, always told me to stand up for others. I don’t like bullying,” you shrug, finally turning to look at your white-haired companion. “Why didn’t you fight for yourself?”

He smiles at that, “Sometimes, there is no need to fight.” He kneels to collect the hastily thrown papers, “But I guess in this situation, I had you to thank for,” Kazuha adds, straightening up to turn to you, “Does my rescuer have a name?”

You tell him your name absentmindedly as you gaze down at the black words. Though they were results of Kazuha’s wandering thoughts, each word was written beautifully with care. “Is that a poem?”

“Yes, it’s called a haiku,” Kazuha hums. With a firm hand smoothing out the crinkles, he straightens the papers.

“Haiku,” you repeat curiously. “It looks incomplete,” you study the words.

He reaches into his sleeve then and produces a neat roll of paper, “That’s because it is. Here is the final version, if you care to read it.”

Slowly and carefully, you unfurl the paper and read out loud:

Whispers of the wind,

Once on a gentle spring day,

My worries gone away

Your eyes widen slightly. The meaning of the words was lost on you, but the way the words sounded as they exited your mouth was beautiful, lilting like the notes of a babbling brook. It was like you were singing, without any melody.

Kazuha sets himself down on the ground, arms and legs sprawling without a care in the world as he awaits your verdict, vermillion eyes holding a touch of intelligence beyond his years.

You follow suit as you settle next to him, handing him back the honeyed words. “It’s very pretty,” you nod shyly. Kazuha smiles at the childish compliment and turns onto his stomach.

“Would you like to learn how to make your own haiku?” Kazuha asks, voice as soft as the whispering breeze and just as gentle.

Your head tilts in childlike wonder as you watch him set the paper and brush with the utmost care. “Me?” You ask in disbelief, “I can’t write like you! I don’t even know that many words!”

He shakes his head, pouring out a bit of water into his inkwell. “It’s not about the words,” he says as he picks up his inkstone. “It’s about the feeling.”

The soft scraping of the stone against the clay sounds oddly soothing and you move to peer closer at the inky puddle that is beginning to form in the tray.

“Poetry is all about your emotions,” Kazuha explains, handing you a brush. “Write down how you’re feeling, at this very moment.”

You push your sleeves back as you follow suit, clumsily dipping the brush into the ink.

Kazuha chuckles and he places his hand on top of yours, steadily guiding you. “Well?” He asks expectantly, “How are you feeling?”

You pause, thinking. Kazuha’s hand is warm. As is the sunlight beaming down through the trees.

“Comfortable,” you say finally, “Warm. Happy.”

Scarlet eyes widen slightly in surprise, before curving into pleased crescents.

Kazuha takes your hand and the two of you watch as black words begin to appear across the pure white paper.

It was spring, that you meet Kaedehara Kazuha, a wandering samurai who prefers wielding a brush and ink rather than a sword. His words was as soft as the spring breeze whispering through the trees which made pink blossoms dance. It was spring, that you learn how beautiful words can truly be.

Summer

“Hurry up!” A blue-eyed boy with two fluffy ears calls out, his tail whisking behind him impatiently, “Where’s Thoma?”

“Checking stock, I bet,” Kazuha laughs as he passes you a bundle, which you set down with care into one of the two rowboats waiting in the water. “You know how he is, Gorou,” he adds when the boy makes a face.

“Does he know we’re only going on a trip to Yashiori, and not Liyue?” Another boy in red says lazily from where he is sprawled out on the floor of the rowboat. You nudge his leg, and he barely moves for you to make your way in. A blue-eyed kitten peeks at you before burrowing further into his kimono.

“Tomo, stop sleeping on my fireworks!” A blond-haired girl yells as she comes running down the sandy beach.

“Yoi, why would you even bring them?” Tomo huffs as he picks himself up from the boxes.

“Just you wait! I’m going to make this trip unforgettable!” Yoimiya sticks her tongue out at him, climbing into the second rowboat. Tomo rolls his eyes.

“Sorry I’m late!” Someone barrels onto Yoimiya’s boat and Gorou grabs the person by the shoulders before he could fall into the water. “Thanks,” Thoma straightens up sheepishly.

Tomo finally gets up, “You’re just in time,” he says dryly as he takes upon the oars in your boat.

Yoimiya stretches and passes Thoma the oars. “You’re paddling first.” Thoma nods without complaint.

“Let’s go!” Gorou barks from where he is standing, bouncing his bow against the wood. His excitement is palpable, however, as his tail wags happily.

Kazuha chuckles as he settles in next to you, vermillion eyes sparkling with mirth. You could tell he’s in good spirits. The warmth of his body seeps through his clothes and it’s the comforting presence you’ve learned to associate with him.

“This calls for a poem,” Kazuha announces. You’re close enough to hear the way the words tumble out of his chest, that little rumbling soothing to you.

Everyone except you groans half-heartedly but waits for Kazuha to speak.

“Sun beat upon brow,” Kazuha muses, and he inhales. You follow suit. The air is humid, but not too uncomfortable.

“Well?” Tomo asks, pausing in his rowing. Kazuha motions with one hand, indicating that he’s still mulling things over, and everyone loses interest once more.

“Sea and sky like gifts from gods,” Kazuha turns to send a gentle smile at his rapt audience of one. You sit up a little straighter as you await his final line.

“A good time with dear friends,” he finishes, and you clap gently. The two of you have gotten older since you first met, but the wonder and impact of Kazuha’s words have not left you. The way he speaks, so sure and light, always manages to leave you in awe.

Later that night, everyone settles down to unwind after a day out at sea. Voices are muted as you talk in hushed tones, simply content to enjoy the time with friends. You’re resting against a tree trunk, Kazuha right next to you as he blows lightly on a piece of grass. You hum along to the tune he’s playing, and he smiles.

“It’s starting!” Thoma suddenly announces and everyone sits up a little straighter. You turn your face skyward and wait.

A brilliant streak of cobalt flashes across the sky with a thunderous BOOM! before bursting into gorgeous glimmers of gold. It’s the only warning you get when the entire sky explodes into a myriad of colors. Hues of reds, purples, greens, blues, oranges dazzle your eyes thoroughly. Everyone gasps in delight. In a fit of bravery, you set your head down on Kazuha’s shoulder. You can hear his heart resounding with the fireworks, a gentle beat that echoes your own. It was like you shared a secret, privy only to the two of you. Kazuha doesn’t speak, but he shifts ever so slightly, and then you feel the weight of his arm settle around you. He holds you like that as you watch the rest of Yoimiya’s fireworks show.

It was summer, that you find your friend group. There was Thoma, strong and dependable. Gorou, steadfast and fiercely loyal. Tomo, who enjoyed living life to the fullest. Yoimiya, bright and bubbly. The only constant, however, was Kazuha and you. While others came and went, it was always the two of you against the world, ready to take on anything. It was summer, the season of festivals, that you watch a fireworks show you’d never forget, with a platinum-haired boy by your side.

Autumn

The air is crisp as you inhale, a tiny puff of water vapor exiting your mouth when you exhale slowly. Kazuha looks back at you and extends a hand to you. “Not long now,” he assures you, helping you up the mountainous path.

You hum in reply as you survey your surroundings. The two of you were on a tiny island near Ritou, in time to see the red maple leaves. Just as the seasons had changed, members of your little friend group had come and go. Thoma had been offered a job working for the Kamisato Clan and he had accepted, taking care of the Clan’s affairs. Yoimiya had taken over the family business and had been quite busy making memories for various clients. Gorou had been scouted by the Sangonomiya samurai. There were talks of growing unrest between the people of Watatsumi Island and the Shogunate. You weren’t sure where Gorou stood on the matter, but you figured it was best to remain in the dark about such topics.

“What’s on your mind?” Kazuha asks quietly, breaking through your thoughts, as the two of you maneuver over uneven ground.

You shake your head, trying to rid yourself of worry. “Just thinking about the rumors,” you admit with a sigh, “Do you think they might be true?”

Kazuha pauses, pondering your question. “That the Shogun is seizing Visions?” You nod and your eyes fall on the blue-green Anemo Vision swinging lightly on Kazuha’s back. “I won’t pretend to know the Raiden Shogun’s thoughts, but I can’t understand why she would want to do so if the rumors are true,” he muses, “Seizing Visions will not have anything to do with her promises of Eternity. But I fear that Inazuma is entering a period of uncertainty.” He notices the way your brows draw together and the hand that’s holding yours tightens, “Don’t worry, whatever happens, we’ll get through it together, won’t we?” Kazuha offers you a warm smile. It’s enough to chase away the brisk air. You squeeze back and his smile widens. “Now let’s go see some maple leaves.”

You finally laugh, “It’s a shame Tomo is going to miss this.”

“His loss,” Kazuha shrugs, “This is what he deserves for wanting to sleep in.” You’re about to chortle when your breath gets caught in your throat.

“Wow…” You breathe, as the two of you exit out of the woods and emerge into a grove of scarlet maple trees.

It was absolutely breathtaking. A gentle wind ruffles the trees, and ruby leaves shake in their boughs, some flitting through the branches to land softly on the ground.

“What a beautiful red color,” Kazuha muses. You turn back to look at him. Kazuha’s vermillion eyes mirror the leaves, mirth sparkling within them. Grinning widely, you hold up your fingers in a box shape and make the sound of a camera’s shutter.

“Let’s come back next year,” you announce, filling your lungs with big gulps of air as you raise your arms above your head and twirl. Your steps throw the leaves into tiny whirlwinds.

“Sure,” he agrees readily, “When the maple leaves next bloom red, we shall return.”

You should’ve known that all good things eventually come to an end.

You awaken to the sound of someone calling your name frantically. In the darkened hut in which an old farmer was so kind to lend the two of you for lodging, you make out the image of Kazuha pressing a finger to his lips, sword at the ready.

“It’s Beidou,” he murmurs, passing you your katana, “Something’s happened.”

The two of you move out of the hut. “Sis?” You tap Beidou’s shoulder gently and she whirls around. She puts down her claymore once she sees it’s you. “What’s going on?”

“Finally! I’ve been looking all over for you!” Beidou speaks in a rushed tone, grabbing your arm.

Next to you, Kazuha stiffens. “Someone’s coming,” he says quietly as he draws his sword, vermilion eyes scanning the surroundings.

Beidou nods grimly, “It’s the Shogun’s forces, come on.”

“Why would the Shogun come after us?” You are tugged along, Kazuha making up your tail. The three of you move stealthily through the forest, bodies on high alert.

Beidou looks back at you, expression unsure as she stops. “It’s…our parents,” she says finally, “They tried to fight the Vision Hunt Decree…” Her words trail off, but the meaning is clear.

“No…” You breathe, unable to process the news. A hand lands on your shoulder. Kazuha. The comforting weight lends you strength.

The three of you start when you hear a clamor in the distance. “As the Shogun have declared, hand over your Visions!”

Beidou grabs your arm. “We have to hurry,” she hisses, throwing a look over her shoulder. “Thoma managed to get us a boat out, but we have to get there safely first!” You look past her, past the edge of the forest, and you’re close enough to make out a silhouette of a boat bobbing in the water.

The steps get closer and all of you draw your weapons, grim expressions mirroring one another. “We can’t make it in time,” you say softly.

Kazuha’s hand tightens around his sword, “Go,” he says, gesturing to the boat, “I’ll give you time.”

“No-Kazuha! What are you saying?” You reach for him, but Beidou pulls you back. “You can’t! Come with us!”

“I can’t leave Tomo behind,” Kazuha is calm. Too calm. It makes you want to hit him.

“But-” You are muffled by Beidou clapping a hand over your mouth.

“Silence,” Beidou whispers, her body is tense, and you hear fast approaching steps. “We have to go!”

“Go!” Kazuha hisses as he readies his sword.

“Kazu-” you reach for him, and he grasps your hand, interlocking your fingers together. “Will-will we ever see each other again?”

He tugs on your hand then and you collide into his chest. “Don’t worry,” he murmurs against your forehead, “Even if today is the day that we go our separate ways, I am certain that we will meet again, in some corner of the world. The fate that brings people together is not a cord so easily cut.” His voice is so sure, so confident, that you had no choice but to believe him. “I’ll be fine,” he quells the worries that were about to pop up on your lips. There is a faint sensation of something warm upon your brow, but the feeling is fleeting. “Go, I will find you in the wind,” he promises before shoving you into Beidou’s arms.

“I owe you one,” Beidou nods at him, “Stay alive, won’t you?”

The last image you see of Kazuha is one where his feet is planted shoulder-width apart, sword raised, ruby eyes glinting with determination as Beidou pulls you towards the awaiting boat.

It was autumn, that you flee from Inazuma, leaving behind your home, your friends, and a scarlet-eyed samurai. The air was as cold and sharp as the blades of the Shogun’s forces hunting you down. It was autumn, the time of farewells, that you learn that when the leaves turn red and gold, they symbolize departure and that you had to say goodbye to the one who wore the same patterns as the trees.

Winter

You pull your blanket tighter around your shoulders as you sigh, a white puff of smoke unfurling from your mouth. Every so often, there is a crunch as the Alcor scrapes against ice. A commotion breaks out on the deck below you and you peer over the crow’s nest just in time to see the children tackle one another playfully. Sea Drake barks something at them, but you’re too high up to hear. Another sigh escapes you and you turn your thoughts to what has been the subject of your worries for over a year now. A certain figure clad in scarlet maple leaves with a gentle smile. Kaedehara Kazuha. You had no doubt you would see him again. After all, Kazuha was not one to go back on his words. But it has been well over a year, and you were feeling antsy. Has something happened? You aided Beidou in helping lost Inazumans escape the wrath of the Shogun, but none of the people you picked up were of any familiarity. Hope had never seemed so bleak.

“Man overboard!” A shout breaks you out of your thoughts. “Man overboard!”

The words register in your brain as you lean over the railing. “What?” You yell to the lookout in the crow’s nest above you.

“Man overboard!” He replies as he points at the water. You follow his arm, and you can see a figure struggling in the water. All your breath leaves your chest in an instant. Whoever the person was, they had platinum hair. Could it be? Before you even realize what you’re doing, your body throws itself out of the crow’s nest as you slide down the mast with ease. The burn of the rope is what makes you come to your senses, but you pay it no heed. You’re fixated on the figure in the water as you drop onto the deck.

“Hey, where’ve you been--” you ignore Beidou’s greeting. With leaden legs, you walk unsteadily towards the rowboat waiting to rescue the man.

Time seems to stagnate, and your limbs feels like you’re trapped in amber. Please, you plead silently, although you don’t quite know what is it you’re asking for. You watch as Sea Drake grab the sodden figure to haul him into the rowboat and your breath catches in your throat. There is a red maple leaf emblazoned on the sleeve of the man’s kimono.

The man coughs and you stare as he opens his eyes. Startling scarlet eyes meet yours and you feel a year’s worth of relief cascade upon you.

“Kazuha…” you whisper, fearing that this was a mirage, a trick of the light, your longing manifesting into this hallucination. If so, the archons were playing a cruel joke indeed.

The man in question smiles and there is nothing that stops you from launching yourself at him. Familiar arms, albeit freezing and soaked, wraps around you. You inhale shakily, feeling the culmination of everything you have experienced in a year. It burns through your chest. The beat of your heart roars in your ears and drowns out everything. Your fingers reach out and touch something solid. He was real. He was here. “Kazuha!”

“I’m here,” he murmurs. You can feel his breath against your ear, and you knew he was no hallucination indeed. “I’m here,” he repeats softly until all your doubts, all your qualms disappear. “I’m sorry it took me so long.”

It was winter, that you reunite with Kazuha. The weather was cold enough to freeze even the mighty ocean, but Kazuha’s arms provided you with the ever-familiar warmth. It was winter, that Kazuha finally fulfilled his promise whispered to you long ago, when you were fleeing from the unforgiving metal of the Shogunate’s swords.

Spring

You’re fuming as you watch men load boxes onto the Alcor. In the distance, you catch sight of Kazuha chatting with the Traveler on the deck and your mood sours further. The Crux Fleet was preparing to bring the Traveler to Inazuma, and you were banned from coming along. Worse still was Kazuha planning to spend some time with the Resistance to give them his aid. You scowl harder as you kick a pebble viciously down the street. Ever since the Traveler arrived, Kazuha had been spending more time with them. He was undoubtedly fascinated by someone who could control the elements despite being Visionless. The frown on your face deepens, unbeknownst to your knowledge.

Why do you care?

A voice asks, uninvited, and it makes you pause. Why did you care?

“What’s on your mind?” Someone speaks behind you, and it startles you out of your thoughts

You lurch forward with a yelp and is about to fall off the dock when an arm wraps around your stomach, holding you securely. You gulp as you turn around to face your rescuer. “Ka-Kazuha!” You splutter, feeling like your heart is about to burst out of your chest.

“Sorry,” Kazuha waits until you steady yourself to remove his arm from your waist. “You seemed really deep in thought, did I ruin anything?”

“No,” you shake your head and sigh, averting his eyes. Kazuha follows your line of sight to the Alcor.

Kazuha stops to regard you seriously. You squirm under his piercing gaze and know he’d seen right through you. “It won’t be too long,” he murmurs.

“Must you go?” You ask hesitantly.

“Gorou needs whatever help he can get,” Kazuha admits, “And I think with the Traveler’s help, we can get the Vision Hunt Decree abolished. If I can help even the slightest, I want to.” There is a steady determination running through his voice. “After all, Tomo died for this. I want to honor Tomo’s last wish.”

“Do you really think this could be solved with the Traveler’s help?”

Kazuha nods, “The Traveler has already defeated dragons and ancient gods. I truly believe that changing times are upon us.”

You smile bitterly, ignoring the pang in your chest when Kazuha mentions the Traveler. Why were you so affected by this?

You were so focused on your internal thoughts that you miss Kazuha’s look of concern as he gently holds your arm to stop you. “Are you okay?” He asks you carefully, ruby eyes scanning yours.

“I’m fine,” you brave a sad attempt at a smile, but Kazuha’s expression tells you he’s not convinced. Truth be told, you didn’t even know why you were acting like this.

“It’ll finally be over soon,” his voice is the gentlest you’ve ever heard, “I’ll write you whenever I can,” Kazuha promises, vermillion eyes shining earnestly.

It was spring again that you send off Kazuha back to Inazuma, with the hope that the Vision Hunt Decree would be removed. Kazuha said his farewells with the promise of sending you letters. It was spring that there were some things left unspoken between the two of you. It was spring that you discover that foreign feelings would sprout within you whenever a certain ronin with the spirit of a wanderer comes to mind.

Summer

You tear open a letter eagerly, scanning the name of the sender. Kazuha’s name is printed neatly on the envelope, as is custom of his letters. True to his promise, Kazuha wrote to you regularly over the past two months he was gone. Inside each letter, he always tucked in a red maple leaf with a haiku printed neatly on it. His haikus ranged from daily events to descriptions of beautiful sceneries. You kept every single maple leaf as each one was a dear treasure.

Your eyes widen in surprise as you read Kazuha’s latest letter. In it, he tells you that the Traveler had successfully defeated the Shogun and that the Vision Hunt Decree had ended.

“By the time you read this, I shall already be on my way back.”

You reread the words. Hope soars in your chest and you can’t stop the broad grin that splits your cheeks open. Kazuha is coming back. You flip over the letter, expecting to see the customary red maple leaf attached to the back, when your smile slides off your face. There is no leaf, no haiku. You pull open the envelope to double check. Nothing. Why is there no haiku?

Over the next two days, you’re unable to sleep, staying up late to ponder what had changed. The next morning, there is a hint of excitement in Liyue Harbor. Whispers of “The Crux Fleet is back!” and “The Traveler defeated the Raiden Shogun!”ring through the air, as you make your way to the docks. Your heart hammers nervously at the sight of the Alcor pulling into the harbor. Your thoughts are a jumbled mess as you search for the first sign of Kazuha. The missing haiku had plagued you for several nights. You want to know the reason why, but you’re scared that something had changed, that Kazuha had changed.

The Alcor gets closer and you’re able to see the faces of the crew members. You spot Kazuha leaning over the railing and raises your hand to wave at him. Suddenly, you’re unable to breathe. There is a dull roar in your ears as you stare at the sight in front of you. Kazuha is smiling at the Traveler, with the crinkles in the corners of his eyes that only come out when he is truly happy. You’ve only seen that smile twice. The first time during the fireworks show so long ago and the second when you pulled him out of the ocean. A sharp pain pierces through you, and you stagger. Your lungs feel like they’re squeezing together. It’s crushing. It’s the worst pain you have ever experienced.

That’s why there was no haiku, a voice whispers from the depths of your muddled mind.

A sob breaks out of your mouth, making a nearby child look at you curiously. You slap your hands over your mouth as you rush from the harbor. You miss Kazuha scan the crowds, however, frowning when he sees your fleeing figure. You miss Kazuha excusing himself politely as he takes off after you.

You collapse onto your knees, when you’re a safe enough distance from the harbor, before you dissolve in tears. Your reactions don’t make any sense, but you’re unable to stop the sobs wracking your body and you curl into yourself.

Why are you acting like this? The part of your brain that remains rational screams at you. Why are you acting like some lovestruck fool?

Love.

Love.

Something clicks then and you break down into a fresh round of sobs when the realization struck.

You’re in love with your best friend. You’re in love with Kaedehara Kazuha.

But why would he want you, when there’s the Traveler, who can manipulate elements without a Vision? The Traveler who defeated the Raiden Shogun, the one who helped get rid of the Vision Hunt Decree.

Thoughts, so thick and poisonous, rob all traces of reason, that you don’t notice a gentle breeze fluttering around you.

Kazuha lands next to you, out of breath. His hair is plastered to his forehead. Panic crosses his face when he notices the state you were in. He calls your name urgently as he places his hand on your shoulder.

“S-stop,” you whimper, trying to hide your face.

He ignores your attempts, “What’s wrong? What happened? Are you hurt?” Kazuha is frantic. You try to fend him off weakly, but he’s not having any of it. Kazuha gathers you into his lap, tucking your head under his chin and wrapping his arms around you.

“Kazuha…please,” his gestures are warm, but they only send more daggers of pain into you.

“Tell me what’s going on,” he commands softly, but you shake your head.

How would you tell him? How do you tell him you’ve loved him for this long?

There is a finger under your chin. It tilts your face upwards. “If you won’t tell me what’s wrong, then would you mind if I tell you something?” Kazuha asks quietly. You’ve calmed down enough to answer him with a shaky nod. Sanguine eyes search yours and for the first time ever, Kazuha seems hesitant. “Did you notice something different with the last letter I sent?”

Your eyes widen, but you nod slowly. “A…haiku,” you breathe out.

“Yes,” Kazuha affirms your answer. “Did you wonder why?” You press your lips together as you avert your gaze. You’re not sure you’re ready to hear the answer.

“W-why?”

Kazuha smiles then. It makes your chest simultaneously soar and squeeze together. “It’s because I needed you to hear the haiku in person,” he admits, and you notice that the tips of his ears are tinged pink. “You were always my top supporter, so I figured it was best that you hear this haiku in person.”

You gape at him, mind furiously trying to process his words. “What is the haiku?” You finally managed to say.

His chest moves up and down as he takes in a breath, before he recites:

Sun and moon rejoice

Birds of dawn sing songs anew

Far from home, with you

Kazuha finishes as he awaits your verdict. You process the words carefully, “Kazuha…do you mean…?” You’re unable to finish your sentence, not daring to hope the words meant what you thought they meant.

Kazuha smiles and it’s that smile, the one he shows only when he is absolutely happy. “Did you know,” he begins casually, “Since that night you had to flee from Inazuma, I made a promise to myself. ‘I promised to love you forever.’”

All the breath you were holding leaves your lungs in an instant. If you had not been sitting down, you would’ve collapsed. “Ka-Kazuha…what are you saying?” Your voice is not louder than a mere whisper, for fear of breaking this wondrous dream that you were obviously in.

“I thought this was quite clear,” Kazuha states softly, “Ever since we’ve met as children, I’ve always held you in high regard, always admired your strength and your resilience. But I think it was being apart from you that I realized the admiration has morphed into love. I didn’t want to tell you when everything was uncertain, but now since things have been resolved, I wanted to be honest with my feelings. Every night, I find myself falling asleep with you on my mind. I want to be able to journey together with you for a long time. I want to see the beautiful sights with you. You allowed me to dream of things I’d never even dared to think of. So, if you accept, would you like to accomplish these things together with me?”

You’re speechless. Out of all the outcomes, you’ve never even dared to consider the one where Kazuha might return your feelings. You meet Kazuha’s eyes as he awaits your answer.

If this is a dream, then never let me wake up.

Instead of saying anything, you clumsily reach up to press your lips against his. There is a sharp inhale, and Kazuha takes ahold of your jaw before kissing you with the utmost care.

Three words are uttered in unison between the soft brushes of your mouths.

“I love you”

It was summer, that Kaedehara Kazuha, whom you’ve known since childhood, became someone more than just a friend. Summer was when the two of you affirm your affections for each other. It was summer, that you discover love came in the form of ruby-red eyes and platinum hair. Love was Kaedehara Kazuha, your wandering partner for life.

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It’s been a while (Kazuha x reader) NSFW MINORS DNI

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ(s): Kazuha x reader

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: NSFW, Public sex, penetration (reader receiving), use of language, archon quest spoiler(like 2 lines? Maybe?). 100% not proofread

ᴛʏᴘᴇ: One-shot/shortfic, GN Reader (pronouns aren't mentioned I think)

ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ/ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ: It’s a few days after the battle ends and you’re happy to spend alone time with Kazuha finally.

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2k

You were perched on one of the soft rose-colored shells that circled the Sangonomiya shrine, fixated on the neighboring area; the shimmering bubbles of water that floated nearby, the seagulls that screeched out overhead, and the diamond waterfalls that dropped into deep azure pools. It was times like this you were thankful you were able to join the resistance, blessed with staying on such a breath-taking island with people you had become very connected to. A light sigh escaped your lips as your mind started to wander once more, back to that beautiful white-haired man that your thoughts were almost always concentrated around.

It was a mild spring day on Watatsumi island, a slight wind guiding forward a feeling of tranquility to those who reside upon it. This was the first time in over a year that the inhabitants could breathe, not having to worry about the battle that was right around the corner, ready to flip their lives upside down. After the Vision Hunt Decree was abolished, Kazuha was able to return to Inazuma and not have to fret about being apprehended every time he traveled into the more social areas of the archipelago. The samurai had chosen to take a break from exploring with the Crux Fleet, determined to help the locals of Inazuma with whatever they needed after the battle ended. 

Kazuha was, in simple terms, the love of your life. You cherished everything about him unconditionally; from those sweet vermillion eyes that bore into yours with impeccable love and assurance, to the heat that soaked into your skin as he enveloped you into an embrace that shielded you from the world. He was the type of person that murmured honeyed words upon your skin even if you weren’t conscious to hear them, who always made sure that you were in excellent health despite his own well-being. You had shared innumerable near-death encounters together, but it only made your connection stronger in the end, never taking each other’s existence for granted anymore.

The soothing flow of the spring air tussled your hair, the silky strands caressing the side of your face making a smile lift the corners of your lips upward, the peacefulness of it all was enough to have you fall asleep if you laid down to try. Closing your eyes, you allowed your thoughts to take you away from here, visualizing up the future you were destined to have with your loving wandering samurai. You could visualize it already, a home of your own with a near-dozen maple trees surrounding it so Kazuha would never have to be parted from his precious trees and their brilliant ruby leaves again. 

“Finally relaxing, my dove?”

A well-known melodious voice pierces through your daydream, head snapping up to the origin before a radiant smile breaks out over your face. Before you stands your boyfriend, Kazuha, his regularly tied back hair is undone around his shoulders, and in his hands, he holds a plate of almond tofu. You proceeded to grasp the samurai’s wrist in your hand gingerly, leading him to take a seat so you could be side-by-side. “How did your relief efforts go today?” You ask in a near whisper, moving to lean your head against his shoulder.

Kazuha sets the plate holding the sweet dessert in his lap, wrapping a delicate arm around your shoulders, soft smile emerging on his face as you snuggle even closer to his warmth. “It went well, my dove. Gorou and I made a lot of improvement, we started helping the people in the city today who were in dire need of rations.” his voice is as soothing as the breeze when he answers your inquiry. He moves to grant you a spoonful of the almond tofu, making you shake your head lightly having eaten previously. The smile never disappears from your face seeing how proud your boyfriend looks in himself for assisting the people of Inazuma, recognizing how much being back means to him after having to stay away for so long. 

A kiss being placed on your nose pulls you from your thoughts once more, hum leaving your throat as you glance up to your boyfriend. Kazuha’s ruby eyes are staring down into your own, smile dancing on his lips as he breathes out a honeyed compliment regarding your beauty. The compliment leaves you speechless, mind incapable of grasping words as your cheeks tint a lovely hue of red. Powerless to do much else, you pull from your samurai’s shoulder, slender hand moving to cup his cheek delicately before you capture his lips in a loving kiss. It isn’t long before Kazuha awards you access to his mouth, lips parting so that your tongues can slide together in a slight contest for dominance. 

As soon as your tongues meet, a moan escapes Kazuha’s throat, his hands going to push the plate of almond tofu from his lap so he can draw you close instead. His nimble hands move the plate with ease, before they seize your waist luring you into his lap so that you are chest to chest. The sugary flavor of the dessert the samurai had been eating glides across your tongue, drawing a needy whine from your throat, desperate to get more of that sweet taste. You break the kiss, hand moving to scoop up another spoonful of the dessert before feeding it to Kazuha.

Once the man has consumed the mouthful, your lips are capturing his in another kiss. Why eat the dessert when this was so much better? Your lithe hands tangle in his platinum locks, lightly pulling the strands and making Kazuha whine, hands grasping your hips just a bit tighter while he rolls up against your body slightly. The action causes you to tug just a bit harder, desperate to hear that needy light sound again. Both of your breathing has gotten heavier, the rough expels of air, the quiet smack of your lips together, and the occasional moan being the only noises detected. Kazuha’s hips begin to roll up against you a bit more frequently, it becoming obvious just how needy the two of you are in this second. 

How long has it been since you have had an opportunity to enjoy the taste of each other? To relish in the simple touch and warmness of your partner?

It wasn’t long after the kiss was initiated that it ceased as well, Kazuha dragging his mouth from yours to start leaving a trail down your neck. He mouthed at the delicate skin there before he latched on, sucking to create those gorgeous dark blooms that stood out upon your ordinarily unblemished skin. Your hands clutched at the samurai’s shoulders, swallowing back the moan that threatened to escape your throat. Your mind was foggy, body hot with need that threatened to boil over with every roll of Kazuha’s hips. You needed him now. Thankfully, it was late enough that no one should happen to stroll by while the two of you savored each other’s touch out in the open like this.

Kazuha’s breathing was heavy as he held your hips, pushing your body down onto his swiftly growing arousal, the tension thick in the air as the two of you glided easily against each other. It isn’t long before you moan out, shattering the silence between you, the arousal was too great to bear any longer. “Kazu...I need you, please…”

The platinum-haired man wasted no time in pulling off any offending apparel that stopped him from being able to fuck you senseless in just a few moments. Your pants and underwear were tossed to the side in a matter of minutes, exposing your lower half to his wandering gaze completely. Your nimble hands moved to pull Kazuha from the confines of his pants, applying your saliva to slick the man’s cock up, because you don’t have any other lubricant on hand. Red eyes lock with yours as he utters a soft warning, giving you a chance to brace yourself in case the stretch hurts. 

Both of you are practically shaking with need as Kazuha lines himself up with your hole, head of his cock gliding over your entrance in yet another light warning. A near growl erupts from your throat due to how impatient you are, “Kazuha I swear if you don’t fu- Ah! O-Oh fuck…” A stricken moan leaves your lips at the feeling of your partner sliding in all the way to the hilt.

In the midst of your sentence, Kazuha dragged your hips down, enveloping his entire cock inside of you at once with ease, and the blended sound of both your moans simultaneously ring out into the night air. Your body shudders at the feeling of his cock inside you, unable to help the way your hole spasms around him causing a gasp to escape his throat at the sensation. Neither of you were going to last long at this rate. Gripping your hips tightly, Kazuha works to pull you up and down his aching length, making your back curve as he hammers your sweet spot every thrust. 

“A-Archons! Kazu..I-I...ah! I’m not going to last!” You can barely get the words out before Kazuha is shifting the position, hand cradling your neck as he lays you flat on the rose-colored shell you are occupying. He wastes no time in tugging off his own clothing so that he can fuck you better, throwing them aside with ease while he positions himself between your legs yet again. 

The moment that Kzuha’s cock breaches your walls again, you don’t fail to catch the way his body quivers as warm walls engulf him. It draws a moan from his lips with ease, muscles of his arms rippling as he places them above your head to ground himself. His face is flushed a lovely red, his skin shining with a thin layer of sweat as he gazes down into your eyes. You are certainly in the same state, face colored red, chest heaving, and body shaking slightly at just how big he feels inside of you right now. Your boyfriend starts to thrust, practically pounding into your smaller frame while your moans begin to boil over, back arching up into him as he abuses your sweet spot once more. 

“F-Fuck! Dove, be quiet before someone hears you!” Kazuha’s words are rushed, but his thrusts never stop, instead, he drives his cock harder into you, making sure he glides against your most sensitive spots. To try quieting you, he shoves his fingers into your mouth, fingertips brushing the back of your throat and making you gag around them. Drool begins to drip down your chin as your moans are limited to half sobs and whines with his fingers down your throat, but you love every second of it.

Your legs wrap around Kazuha’s waist, eyes rolling back as your stomach clenches, the warm snake of pleasure coiling tighter and tighter before it snaps. With a half scream, your orgasm floods over you, short nails digging into Kazuha’s back as you sob out in pleasure at your release. Tears slip down your flushed cheeks, hips pushing themselves back as much as you can manage with your boyfriend’s harsh pace. It isn’t long before Kazuha is crying out too, pulling his fingers from your mouth to smash your lips in a messy kiss. His orgasm hits him nearly as hard as yours did, Kazuha’s fingers clutching your waist as he empties his cum inside you with a noisy groan. 

The warmth of his cum has you feeling whole, legs falling open as your mind practically blacks out from both exhaustion and how intense everything was. Kazuha’s breathing has gotten back to a normal rhythm by the time he pulls out, observing in awe as his cum spills onto the shell below you. Fascinating. He is aware you’ve passed out from how powerful your orgasm was...or from the exhaustion of not resting properly after the battle. Whatever the case, Kazuha makes sure he takes you back to your home, wiping your sleeping figure down before he climbs into bed with you. 

There may be days when you may not have much time to spend together, but you always make sure to make it up in the end.

Guardian

Synopsis: Going out on a walk with Kazuha goes wrong.

Genre/warnings: Hurt/comfort, injury/burn mention, gn!reader, not proofread. (If there are anymore please comment below/send to my ask box)

Featuring: Kaedehara Kazuha

A/N: This was going to be out sooner, but I've been feeling really sick lately. Hope you guys enjoy! Likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated <3

Being with Kazuha was an easy, almost carefree lifestyle; traveling from place to place together, and exploring everything that the world had to offer. It was a dream come true for the both of you, two free spirits that remained unchained by the laws of the seven nations for the time being. You could almost hear Venti saying something along the lines of 'allow the wind to guide you on your journeys, and keep you safe as you travel away from your home.' Oddly enough, it was the wind that guided you, always leading you back to one person. Kaedehara Kazuha.

The air was cool, gentle breeze drifting through the canopies of the trees, carrying the whispers of the danger ahead to your boyfriend's ears, assisting him in figuring out what lurked around every corner. Large maple trees surrounded the two of you, leaves rustling as the breeze tried misplacing the leaves, only succeeding in knocking a few down at a time between delicate gusts. Stretching out your hand, you catch a scarlet leaf in your palm, holding it towards the sun to admire the captivating shade it currently holds. Oh, how you loved to walk amongst the extravagantly colored trees that reminded you endlessly of your beloved boyfriend.

It only takes a few seconds of observing before you drop the maple leaf, allowing it to fall back into the sea of red covering the surrounding area where you and Kazuha stand. 

"You're unusually quiet today, my dove. Is something on your mind?" Kazuha's soft voice breaks through the comfortable silence, pretty vermillion eyes meeting yours the second you turn to look at him. 

There may be a sea of red around you, but oh how those little vermillion pools draw you in like a moth to a flame, breath catching in your throat and smile curving up the edges of your lips into a loving smile. A chuckle breezes past your lips at the question your boyfriend asks, head shaking to confirm nothing was wrong as you tug the man close with a gentle hand. With your body pressed flushed together, Kazuha's hands come to rest on your waist, face burying in your neck as the two of you take a moment to just exist together. 

Two souls forever intertwined after finding each other by a mere chance of fate.

It isn't long before the moment of peaceful silence end, a booming laugh interrupting the two of you and drawing a startled gasp from you. Kazuha pulls away from you without a moment's hesitation, bandaged hand on the handle of his sword and ready to strike if needed. Standing in front of the two of you is none other than the Fatui, even on a 'deserted island' these horrid creatures still roam. This was going to be quite a fight for both of you.

A Cryogunner, Electro mage, and a Pyroslinger bracer are standing not too far away, smirks on their faces as they start to charge up their abilities, ready for a fight. All you can do is get one good look at Kazuha before he is launching himself up into the air, the force of the wind caused by his anemo vision, brings the Pyroslinger and Electro mage forward. You need to take out the Cryogunner by yourself.

"It's time for a flash freeze!" The Cryogunner's voice rings out as his shield activates, thank god you were an electro vision holder. Using an electro-infused sword, you take out his shield in record time, weaving and dodging through his attacks as you slice at his body with your sword. 

After the shield is broken, the Cryogunner becomes embarrassingly vulnerable to the sword blows and ends up crumpling to the ground in a matter of minutes. Now to help Kazuha. Your boyfriend is still facing off with the Pyroslinger Bracer while the Electro mage is nowhere in sight. Maybe he defeated her already. Wrong.

Just as that thought crosses your mind, a purple ring forms on the ground around Kazuha. No! Using your electro powers to launch you forward, your hands come in contact with the soft material of your boyfriend's clothing, shoving him out of the circle just as a large bolt of electro slams into you. Intense hot pain sears your body, your vision darkens and the scream you let out is drowned out by the loud ringing in your ears. All thought vanishes as your vision blacks out, body hitting the ground with a soft thud that leaves Kazuha's thoughts screaming as he finishes off the Fatui. 

Not again!

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It feels as if your body is on fire when you finally start coming to. Burning pain stretches from your right shoulder down to your fingertips and the sensation only intensifies as you shift slightly. You're not on the ground. Hell, you're not even outside anymore. You're lying on something soft, a mattress maybe? Instead of smelling the grass where you're sure you should be lying, a soft scent fills your nose. It's fragrant almost like flowers, but you can't tell what it is without opening your eyes to check visually. By the faint sound of the waves lapping somewhere nearby, you know exactly where you are; The Alcor.

With a soft groan escaping your lips, you crack your eyes open to see the wooden ceiling above your head, but no natural light was pouring into the room which meant it was no longer daylight outside. How long have you been out? A soft snore catches your attention from nearby, head moving to find the source when you see Kazuha sitting at the desk of your shared bedroom, head resting on his arms as he sleeps atop the no doubt uncomfortable wood. Oh no, for him to have fallen asleep like this you must have been out for a while. His hair is undone too, messy to signal he had been running his hands through it out of nervous habit when he was stressing about something.

"Kazu.." Your voice cracks under the syllable, throat dry as if you swallowed a handful of sand or cotton. You needed water if you were going to be able to say anything else to your beloved boyfriend.

As soon as Kazuha's name is croaked from your throat, he is sitting up almost instantly being the light sleeper he is, wide vermillion eyes scanning over your form for a few seconds. It takes a moment for his brain to register that you're awake, that you're trying to sit up in your shared bed. That you weren't going to die and leave him as Tomo had all that time ago. Silence hangs in the air for a few seconds, his owlish eyes blinking over at you before he is in motion, his movement fluid like the wind as he grabs you a glass of water sitting nearby.

Sitting up proves to be a whole new hassle on its own, the right side of your body burns, but with Kazuha's help, you adjust so you can drink the water he provided for you. Only now do you see the bandages covering your body, stretching from your shoulder to your fingertips and even around your torso. How badly do these wounds look under the pristine white bandages covering them?

Before you can dwell on that thought, your beloved boyfriend is moving closer to the edge of the bed, his hand reaching out to delicately cup your cheek with his warm palm.  A shaky breath breezes past Kazuha's parted lips, and as you turn to look into his vermillion eyes, you can see the glimmer of unshed tears in them. What were you thinking, scaring him like that after you knew about Tomo?

"Oh, Kazu..." Your voice is soft, a mere whisper as you lean into the touch of his palm, reaching out to brush a stray strand of his ashy blonde hair from his face. 

The very moment your fingertips come into contact with his skin, the wandering samurai looks as if he is about to start crying on the spot. Who could blame him? He had nearly lost easily one of the most important things in his life! Reaching a trembling hand up, you cup Kazuha's cheek in return in an attempt to reassure him and let him know that you are still here with him. That is all it takes for him to break in front of you, face crumbling and lip trembling slightly as his tears finally begin streaking down his pale cheeks.

You can feel your chest tighten, heart breaking at the usually strong samurai crumpling in on himself so quickly. These tears were ones you had let out before, a mixture of fear and relief at the same time after going through something so rough without being able to cry. Carefully pulling Kazuha into the bed with you, he wastes no time in snuggling up to your uninjured side, face buried against the warmth of your bare torso.

At that moment you decide that being his guardian was worth it, yes, you got hurt in the process...but you'd do anything for the anemo vision holder. He was your boyfriend and someone you couldn't live without.

You were simply two souls forever intertwined after finding each other by a mere chance of fate. 

That's how it was meant to be.

Your first time | Arataki Itto

Character(s): Arataki Itto

Genre/warnings: NSFW(MDNI), headcanons, descriptions of sexual themes/scenarios, f!reader, headcanons, NOT PROOFREAD.

Description/prompt: Headcanons on your first time with the one and Oni, Arataki Itto.

A/N: I wrote this to celebrate Itto’s arrival! I’ll probably do Gorou next as well.

When you tell Itto that you’ve never had sex with anyone before, he looks quite shocked. After all, how could someone as gorgeous as you have not slept with anyone prior to this? Now that was truly a crime in his mind. 

Even if Itto is surprised that you are a virgin, the thought that he will be the first man to please you makes his heart do summersaults in his chest.

 Although he is often portrayed as a ‘big bad Oni’, Itto’s only goal is to make you feel good while also making sure that you are as comfortable throughout your time together. Knowing that you’re ready to share your first time with him, Itto spends almost an entire day planning out a date and prepping the bedroom nicely.

With the bed scattered with the finest sakura petals, Itto takes his time slipping you from your clothing, clawed hands careful not to rip your precious outfit as he slides your shirt off. His mouth trails over the curves of your breasts, tongue hot as it curls around the hardened buds your nipples have become.

The Oni takes his time with you, hot mouth leaving purple bruises scattered over as much of your exposed skin as he can get to before he begins to get impatient, 

It only takes a few seconds after Itto gets your panties off before he has his face between your legs, hot tongue lapping at your folds and proving just how desperate he was to finally taste you. Now, he usually isn’t loud during sex, but the mere taste of your pretty cunt has him groaning as he flicks his tongue over your clit.

Itto eats you out like you’ll be his last meal, making sure that you cum undone least once on his tongue before he even thinks about preparing you to take his cock.

Now, the Oni is a bit on the larger side of things which means that taking his cock definitely isn’t going to be easy especially since it is your first. This means that Itto will take advantage of how much you need to be stretched in order to take him fully.

Itto’s mouth is hot, tongue flicking out and delivering a few licks to your sensitive clit, loving the way the action draws out a thin whine from you at the sensation.

Two large fingers slip into the slick hole of your cunt, your gummy walls sucking them up greedily while he continues his assault on your clit, desperate to make you open up easier. You manage to cum yet another time due to the tongue swirling around your clit and the way his fingers curl into your spongey g-spot.

Once making sure that you are nice and prepped, Itto slides himself between your open legs, almost losing his breath at how exquisite you are under his larger body.

His cock hangs hard and heavy between his legs, the head kissing your clit just slightly as pearls of precum bead at the tip. He needs you now, if his arousal is anything to go off of.

As Itto sinks himself into your tight cunt, a shaky exhale leaves him, hands fisting in the sheets above your head as he struggles to keep himself from sheathing inside you at once. Your wet walls clench around him, a silent but desperate plea to be fucked until you don’t even know your own name. He tries to keep his mind clear for you, not wanting to succumb completely to his urges

The Oni tries to distract himself by beginning to whisper honeyed words into your ear, hot breath fanning out over your unruly hair and tickling your earlobe with the softness they bring. Despite being all ‘big and macho’, Itto really is such a softie for you and only wants to bring you pleasure.

Thinking of pleasure, an almost desperate sob of Itto’s name surpasses your lips as he bottoms out inside you, stretching your gummy walls wider than you thought possible. Fuck, it feels as if you’re being split apart. Tears have started to slip down your face at a rapid pace, not only from the burn of the stretch, but the raw emotion coursing through your body.

Since you’re now adjusted to the stretch it took to accommodate your boyfriend’s large cock, your voice is strained as you whine, begging Itto to fuck you finally.

A smirk appears on the Oni’s face at your words, his amber eyes hungry as they trail over your exposed skin down to where you are stretched so beautifully around his cock. “Has my little Raven finally gotten adjusted to me? Now it's time to see how high I can make you fly~”

Ayato "Pillar of Fortitude"

Cupping their face with your hands - Fluff, GN! Reader

Gorou "Canine Warrior"

Giving Gorou attention - Smut, MDNI, GN! Reader

Your favorite places to kiss them - Fluff, GN! Reader, slight NSFW

NSFW alphabet - MDNI, NSFW, GN! Reader

Itto "Hanamizaka Heroics"

Your favorite places to kiss them - Fluff, GN! Reader, slight NSFW

Your first time - NSFW, headcanons, MDNI, afab! Reader

Kazuha "Scarlet Leaves Persue Wild Waves"

Somnophilia with Kazuha - Smut, MDNI, GN! Reader

Your favorite places to kiss them - Fluff, GN! Reader, slight NSFW

Guardian - Injury mention, reader gets hurt, GN! Reader

Heizou "Analytical Harmony"

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Thoma "Protector From Afar"

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Xiao "Viligant Yaksha"

Telling Xiao you love him - Fluff, GN! Reader

Your favorite places to kiss him - Fluff, Slight NSFW, GN! Reader

Zhongli "Vago Mundo"

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Gorou NSFW Alphabet

Character(s): Gorou

Genre/warnings: MINORS DNI, NSFW Alphabet, mentions of sexual scenarios/kinks.

Description/prompt: NSFW Alphabet

A/N: Wow it's been a while since I've posted. I also haven't proof read this at all either ahaha.

SMUT UTC

A = Aftercare (what they are like after sex):

I feel that Gorou is a very attentive person when it comes to your needs after sexual activities. He will move to get up almost as soon as the two of you are finished, grabbing a towel, water, or anything else you need while you recover.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of their partner’s):

Gorou loves your hips. Teal blue eyes always manage to drift over the expanse of your bare hips whenever the two of you are getting heated. His hands are almost always gripping at the soft skin as he fucks into you, tugging you impossibly closer to his body.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum):

If it's one thing that Gorou loves the most, it's the way you beg for his cum, for him to fill you up with his children. He likes being able to fill you up until his cum drips from around his cock that he has yet to pull out of you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they?):

Due to Gorou's constant duties as General of the Resistance, he hasn't had the time to indulge in his sexual desires. That is until you came along. The fox-hybrid might not be as experienced as other people, but he is quite a quick learner. Gorou always manages to pick up on how to make your legs quiver and those desperate moans to louder.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying):

As everyone would expect, Gorou's favorite position has to be doggy style. Having you on all fours or your ass up into the air while he pounds into you is enough to have him nearly filling you up on the spot. Being able to grip onto your hips as he fucks himself into you at an eager pace, loving the way your silky walls grip onto his cock.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks):

Breeding kink: By far Gorou's biggest kink. he loves being able to fill you up past the brim, loving the way it spills out of you when he pulls back. First time this happens, a soft smile curved the corners of his lips up. "Oh look y/n, you're spilling it all out! It seems we might have to go a few more rounds to ensure that you are stuffed full of my pups, yeah?"

Heavy marking: The possessive side of Gorou loves to see you wearing nothing but his marks. He longs to see the soft skin of your neck and upper torso adorned with bruises and bites left behind by him as a symbol of his love.

Petplay: He likes for you to treat him like the 'dog' he is sometimes, commanding him to rut against your leg if he is that desperate to get himself off, while you are working on more important matters. Being collared while he does so and having your fingers slip under the thick leather to pull him closer will have him cumming embarrassingly fast.

L = Location (favorite places to have sex):

Anywhere in your shared home. Gorou isn't the type of person to take you where others may be able to walk past and see how pretty you look stretched out beneath him. However, if he enters his 'heat cycle' while the two of you are on a journey together, he might just take you wherever he can.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going):

Gorou's turn-ons might vary if he is dominant or submissive in the moment.

If Gorou is playing a more submissive role, praises/compliments that involve pet names are the easiest things to get him going. Hearing little whispers of "Good boy" or "You look so pretty for me." is enough to have him whining as you begin to touch him.

If the fox-hybrid is playing a more dominant role, he loves attacking your neck in feverish kisses and bites until he can hear your soft pleas for more, for him to hurry up with his teasing.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.):

Gorou loves giving oral to you. Now, he might not be the most experienced person the first time he goes down on you. However, he memorizes the spots he flicks his tongue over that have you crying out or thrusting toward him to get more of that lovely sensation. His sole purpose is to bring you as much pleasure as possible so be prepared for all the 'experimenting' he does when you have sex the first couple of times. (This is mainly because he wants to be an expert when it comes to your pleasure.)

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.):

Gorou's pace often varies depending on how desperate he is to feel your silky walls clenched around him and driving him towards an intense orgasm. If you have been edging the poor fox for hours, when he is allowed to fuck you he will make sure to ram in hard enough for you to see stars. If it is a second round with him, Gorou takes his time, cherishing your body and the sounds he can draw out of your quivering frame.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.):

Since Gorou is a General for the Resistance he usually doesn't have much time to indulge himself in long sessions with you as much as he would like. This means whenever he gets the chance, don't be surprised if you end up on your shared bed with Gorou between your legs.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?):

If he can find the time, Gorou prefers to go at least two rounds with you, one that he can take at a fast pace while the other he can take his time on to enjoy your body. That aside if you're wanting to go a few more rounds, all you have to do is ask nicely and he might satisfy your needs.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):

When Gorou decides to be dominant during sex, it isn't often that he teases you. Not only does he not have the heart, but hearing your begs for 'more' is too thrilling in his opinion. Pushing you to have several orgasms on his tongue alone will always be his main goal.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.):

When Gorou is topping you, the only sounds you'll likely get out of him are a few grunts, praises, or low growls if you try to escape his torment on your pretty hole.

However, when the fox-hybrid is the bottom, he is reduced to a crying, begging mess unless he is feeling like a brat or just wants you to fuck him harder.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward):

Gorou, depending on the role he has played during your intense lovemaking, will fall asleep not too long after the two of you are done. However, if he was the one to top you, he will grab you anything you need as well as clean you up before he passes out himself.