Everytime You're Out On The Street —or Anywhere Really— You Hear That Small Bell Jingle Near You.

hi bub!! your prompt on “avoiding your crush” is one of my fave fics ever and i was wondering if u could write this with any of the genshin boys ❤️ hope u have an amazing day!!

avoiding your crush

feat. Childe, Kazuha, Ayato

CHILDE

You used to visit Childe at work all of the time. Keyword: used.

But when you came to terms with the fact that you were developing feelings for your friend, the visits became less frequent. Eventually you stopped all together. It was difficult for you to be around him without your heart threatening to burst out of your chest at any given moment.

Things were going well- er as well as it could be. You thought avoiding Childe would help settle your heart but you only began to miss him more. Still, you knew that this had to be done for the both of you. But when you were heading back to your place after stopping by the market, you were surprised to see Childe standing outside your door.

“Ajax,” you awkwardly smile at him as if you hadn’t been ignoring him for a couple weeks now, “shouldn’t you be working right now?”

Childe frowns at you as he follows you into your home, “I haven’t seen you in two weeks and that’s the first thing you say? Why haven’t you been visiting me? Or even hanging out with me during my free time?”

Your smile drops. Honestly, you had been hoping that he was too busy to notice your absence.

“I- errr,” you hesitate, thinking of what sort of excuse you could use. but before you can speak more, Childe is already bombarding you with questions.

“Is there a reason why you stopped coming by? Is there someone in the Fatui making you uncomfortable?” he asks, a mixture of worry and anger riddled across his face.

“I- what? No it’s not like that—” your own eyes widen, realizing that Childe got the wrong impression as the result of your actions.

“Are you being threatened by someone? Is it another Harbinger? It’s Scaramouche isn’t it? I should have kn-”

“No! It’s none of that Ajax! It’s you— I don’t show up anymore because I like you and I don’t know what to do about it!” you yell, completely frustrated that he wouldn’t let you utter a single word. But as quickly as you said it, you come to regret your words.

Childe stands there in shock, and you know that you’ve messed up. You’ve essentially ruined the friendship you had with him by digging up the feelings you’ve been trying so desperately to hide.

“Wait no, please let me explain-” you try to come up with some sort of excuse for your words, but Childe shakes his head.

“Y/n, I’m going to go outside for just a second. Let me gather my thoughts please” he calmly tells you. And before you can even respond he steps out of your house, gently closing the door behind him.

But not even a minute passed and Childe reenters your house- albeit not looking that much different than he did before.

“I’m going to need you to repeat what you said for me please” he asks, his demeanor still calm. You can’t get a read on his expression, but you’re inclined to believe that he was upset with you.

“No I- well, what I meant was-” you start to stammer, trying to find away to retract your words and have it so he never heard you in the first place. In the midst of your incoherent ramblings, Childe walks up to yours standing a mere foot away.

He brings his hands up to your cheeks, and you have no choice but to look up at him.

“Y/n,” there was something about the tone in his voice- it was so soft but also so desperate, “please, repeat what you said. I want to make sure I heard correctly before I do anything”.

His words made you pause- because you could have a suspicion regarding the motive behind his words. But you’d rather not jump to any conclusions. Still, he was your closest friend that asked for your honesty.

“...I like you Ajax,” you finally admit.

Childe’s eyes widen ever so slightly, as if it was the first time he heard these words. He presses a kiss to your forehead before leaning his own forehead against yours, sighing in relief.

You felt your own cheeks warming up, and surely he could feel it too.

“You’re too precious, Y/n” he murmurs under his breath.

He straightens up, pleased with the flustered look on your face. But before he could tease you any further, he checks the time, cursing under his breath.

“Damn, okay I actually have to head back right now. But once I’m done with everything, let’s talk, yeah? I have something to confess to you too,” he grins at you, sneaking a quick kiss on your cheek before taking off.

You still stood in your house, groceries in hand, absolutely shocked at what just happened. Your cheeks continued to burn as you replayed his words in your brain.

It was certainly something to look forward to.

KAZUHA

When moment came around and you realized you had feelings for Kazuha, your closest friend, you honestly weren’t sure what to make of it. Perhaps this was just a small crush that would dissipate. It made sense- Kazuha was cute, he always knew the right things to say to make anyone’s heart flutter. Yours especially.

But the crush didn’t go away. If anything, you started to like him more as the days went by. You started noticing little details about him that only made him seem more endearing to you. And your heart couldn’t take it.

Just being around Kazuha made you frantic. You couldn’t help it when your gaze naturally lingered towards him, or the way you subconsciously stood perhaps the slightest bit too close to him. You felt like your heart was pouring out- and you were honestly afraid of coming off as overbearing around him.

And so, you started to distance yourself from the samurai. Not forever- just temporarily until you were able to ket yourself in check. You didn’t think much about your actions; in fact you thought that perhaps he wouldn’t even recognize your absence during this time.

But one morning, you hear knocking at your door, and who else wold be standing in front than Kazuha himself? By this point, two weeks have already passed. 

“Kazuha! What brings you here?” you nervously ask. The feelings you had for him didn’t settle down at all- if anything, seeing him like this after two weeks made your heart beat even faster.

But Kazuha remains stoic.

“Well, we haven’t spoken in a while, and everytime I see you out you seem to ignore me or walk in the other direction. Care to explain?” he asks you.

You can’t answer him. How would you come up with a reasonable explanation that didn’t give away all of your feelings at once?

“Have I done something wrong?” Kazuha asks once more, and you’re unable to meet his gaze, unsure of what to say.

But he takes your silence as an answer.

“I see,” he says, his eyes darting down to the floor, “well, I’m really sorry I’ve upset you. I’d like to know what I did wrong, but if you no longer wish to see me then I’ll respe-”

“No, it’s not like that!” you exclaim in full panic.

“Sometimes I just don’t know how to act around you and wait- it’s not like I’m intimidated by you or anything it’s because I get really nervous around you and my heart starts racing a lot and I think you’re really amazing-” you continue rambling about. Words were never your strong suit, a direct contrast to Kazuha’s natural tendency to be oh so articulate.

The samurai smiles, folding his arms as he leans against the doorway. Even amidst your babbling, he’s able to grasp the situation. He’s just waiting for you to say it first.

“I make you nervous? In what way? The same frightening way that monsters appear to new adventurers?” Kazuha asks you, his lips forming a small grin.

"What? No of course not! I’m not like scared of you in that way! It’s just that.. that..”

You fumble around with your words, and lose all composure as you become a flustered mess. Kazuha only chuckles, pulling you close to him so he could rest his forehead on your shoulder. If you weren’t so wrapped up with your words, you would’ve noticed the way Kazuha’s cheeks were absolutely flushed.

“I’m sorry— I didn’t mean to tease you so much. Take your time Y/n, and tell me when you’re ready, yeah?” he reassures you.

You don’t say a single word in response, only nodding along to his question. One of these days, you’d have the courage to face him and be honest with your feelings. And Kazuha could wait forever for that day.

Because unbeknownst to you, while you felt like your heart was racing all of the time around Kazuha, his heart was experiencing the same exact thing. It was only a matter of time before you would learn this though.

AYATO

Being friends with the Kamisato Clan certainly held a lot of perks. Not that you ever utilized these privileges— you were truly close to the Kamisato siblings (and Thoma) simply because you enjoyed being around them.

You were especially close with Ayato. You spent most of your free time up at the estate, and not a day went by where you weren’t in his office, chatting with him. Ayato insisted that you weren’t a bother and that he had just finished his work by the time you showed up- though you had doubts that this happened every time you swung by.

It didn’t take long for you to develop the biggest puppy crush on him.

Nor did it take long for rumors to circulate about you two.

You were walking around Inazuma City, aiming to buy groceries for the next hot pot game planned. And that’s when you heard the hushed whispers behind you.

“Isn’t that the one close to the Kamisato siblings?”

“I think so- I heard they’re just trying to get close to Ayato because he’s the head”

You stilled at their words- none of it was true of course. But you didn’t have any courage in you to tell them otherwise. You genuinely liked Ayato, and you never once used the Kamisato name to uplift yourself. Would anyone believe you though? You were still an outsider, so anyone would see you as someone trying to climb the social ladder. How frustrating. Normally you wouldn’t mind, but what if Ayato thought the same? You constantly pestered him— was he just humoring you this entire time while secretly resenting you?

And from the day onwards, you kept your visits to the estate to a minimum- only swinging by to finish any errands you had with them. And even when you were there, you avoided going to Ayato’s office, only speaking to Ayaka and Thoma. Hopefully he was too swamped with his duties to realize your absence.

But to hope for that was asking for too much.

Because days later, as you were strolling through Inazuma City, you felt a quick tap on your shoulder. Once you turned your head, you were greeted by Ayato’s face, mere inches away from your own.

“Found you,” Ayato smiles, and you feel your cheeks warming up. But before you can let your heart run wild, your eyes do a quick scan of the area around you. It was quite the busy street, and Ayato was bound to be recognized. You quickly grabbed his arm, pulling him to behind one of the shops and out of view from any passerby's.

“What are we doing back here? C’mon, lets go to the shops and buy stuff for our next hot pot game. We had to postpone the last one since you didn’t show up” Ayato says, grasping your hand in his and bringing you back to the bustling streets. You try resisting, still in a panic that someone could see the two of you together.

“Ayato wait no! People might think-” your pleads are quickly interrupted and Ayato comes to a halt, turning back around to face you. His usual smile was gone, replaced with a more serious expression.

“You don’t think I know what the latest gossip is around here? People talk nonsense all of the time. No matter what we do, they’ll always scrutinize us. I’ve learned to just ignore it and let it die down” Ayato tells you.

He hesitates for a second, and the look in his eyes turn solemn.

“However, if you still have objections, I’ll respect your decisions” he says, and you notice how the grip he has on your hand loosens a bit. Because maybe he could ignore these rumors, but the gossip subject was you, and Ayato didn’t know if you wanted to be entangled in such a lifestyle that would warrant this much attention.

You shake your head, adjusting your hand so that the two of you were now interlocking fingers.

“No… I’m fine with them. I just didn’t want you to believe in them either,” you murmur.

Ayato smiles softly at you, “I would never,” he reassures you before bringing your hand up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss on the back of your hand. From the corner of your eye you saw how people turned away, whispering amongst themselves. But neither of you cared at all.

“You know if they’re going to keep talking about how you’re using us to gain social status- might as well make you a Kamisato then,” Ayato chuckles, giving you a little wink. Flustered, you divert your gaze away, choosing to focus on the shops the two of you were walking past instead.

You don’t even want to think about what he could be implying— surely he was teasing you. But while you were too busy looking away from him, you missed the way he sported the fainted blush across his cheeks.

— lapis dei | zhongli ( genshin impact ) x female! reader

part one.

SERIES GENRE: romance, angst, smut, fantasy mafia! au

SUMMARY: in your family, being married and giving an heir to a certain man you’re married to is a must. after zhongli lost his wife guizhong — he was devastated. but there’s no time in wasting to find another woman who shall be his new wife. and you were chosen.

CW IN THIS CHAPTER: strong language, arranged marriages, mentions of violence, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of death | please read at your own risk, and please send an ask if i missed any content warnings here.

NOTES: ahh!!! i finally posted this </3 i've been wanting to write a genshin mafia! au for so long 😭 i’ll probably make this a series! maybe around 3 or more parts :D if you want to be added in a taglist, just send me an ask/reply on this post! anyway, enjoy!! ♡

unedited!

part one ( you’re here! ) | part two | part three

-15 / BLANK / AGELESS BLOGS DNI!

you knew you were going to be forced into getting married sooner than later, but you never thought it would be him.

zhongli, also known as rex lapis or morax, has been the mafia leader of liyue after the death of his superior. it shocked everyone when they learned that his wife, guizhong, was killed, especially when she hasn’t borne a child.

of course, it shocked you as well. you never really knew her personally, but you’ve heard from others that she was a kindhearted and sweet woman despite her husband being the most feared.

and now, you were getting married to him.

“…what?”

“exactly as i’ve said.” xiao kept a stoic face as he looked at you, and you couldn’t help but feel intimidated by him. “your father had already agreed to this.”

of course, your father did. you know he would just do anything to form an alliance with rex lapis.

xiao, or the vigilant yaksha, is one of rex lapis’ trusted men. you knew him— he is notorious for killing people who got in the way of rex lapis. he is also always reserved, and would rather not get close to other people he isn’t familiar with.

“wait, my daughter?!” your mother gasped, looking at you. “you— you’re getting married to rex lapis!”

yeah, you could tell she was excited about it.

you forced a smile to your lips, “i guess i am.”

xiao nodded, “tomorrow at 12 pm, i’ll pick you and your father up and bring you to rex lapis to discuss about the wedding. that’s all.”

as you thanked and bid the vigilant yaksha goodbye, you were starting to feel nervous about tomorrow.

zhongli… the man who is known to be ruthless when it comes to contracts. once you break a contract, you’re dead.

“dear. oh dear.” your mother started sobbing, pulling you into a hug. you sighed and patted her back, feeling the tears starting to form in your eyes.

you wondered what your life would be once you got married to him.

rex lapis’ place is beautiful.

you stared in awe. it was quite simple yet pleasing to the eyes.

“y/n, let’s go.” your father nodded at you to follow him, and so you did. the inside of rex lapis’ mansion is luxurious— you were almost convinced it was made of gold.

“welcome, mr. zhongli is waiting for you in his office.” one of the assistants, ganyu, flashed a kind smile, which you did the same with her. you and your father followed her and before you knew it, you were infront of a big office.

bodyguards in front of you opened the door, and you saw him, the rex lapis, sitting on a chair with an emotionless expression.

you followed ganyu inside, and she bowed before him. “mr. zhongli, miss y/n is here.”

and then, his eyes were on you. you could hear your heart thumping loudly.

he looked very… ethereal. like a god.

“i see,” he spoke, and even though you knew he had a deep voice, it still surprised you hearing it in person. it sent shivers down your spine. “you may go, ganyu. thank you.”

“yes, sir.”

and the woman stepped out of the office, only leaving you, your father, his trusted man xiao, and him.

“have a seat.” zhongli gestured at the two chairs, which you and your father sat on. then, he looked at you. “as you may have known by now, you’re getting married to me. your father, a good friend of mine, had already agreed to this. i would like to hear directly from you if you agree to this marriage. by agreeing, you will give me an heir which my former wife has failed to give me.”

you could almost feel your father’s fierce gaze. well, it’s not like you had any other choice.

“i agree.” you responded.

“very well. here’s the contract,” zhongli handed you a paper and while you read the contents, he said, “i suppose you know what happens if you break them, right?”

you were lost for words at first, so you stumbled over them as you mentally cursed at yourself for fucking up. “i— y-yes, of course.”

“good.”

gulping, you grabbed the pen he had offered and signed on the paper. after that, he and your father had discussed more details about your marriage. you realized how lonely your life is going to be after the wedding ceremony.

and the thought hurts just as bad as you thought it would.

a few weeks later, you were finally married to rex lapis. the wedding ceremony was big and overwhelming. you still remembered the way he had kissed your lips after the priest said, “you may now kiss the bride.”

his lips were so soft… and quite addicting.

now, you were in the bathroom of the reception area, trying to stop the tears from your eyes from spilling.

god, were you nervous.

you’re a virgin. you’ve dated some guys, but it never got too far. affirmations from your mother didn’t really help…

“fucking hell…” you sighed shakily, fanning your face. it's okay y/n. tell him you're a virgin, and perhaps he could be kind enough to be gentle.

after heaving a sigh once more, you left the bathroom.

as few people congratulated you and you thanked them, you looked for your husband— who's talking to a woman, lady ningguang.

she's almost as rich as zhongli, you've seen her in magazines. she is gorgeous... ambitious... luxurious…

zhongli saw you first, “there you are. i was looking for you.”

“oh— i’m sorry, i had to use the bathroom.” you answered, then turned to the woman beside him. “good evening, lady ningguang.”

she nodded with a smile. “good evening. congratulations on your marriage, by the way. i hope you both live happily.”

your husband thanked her with a smile, and it was your first time seeing it. his smile wasn’t big, it didn’t have much of an emotion but it made you wonder, could you bring a smile on his face, too?

“you’re nervous.” zhongli said as you both entered the hotel you’re staying at for the honeymoon. fuck, is it that obvious? or is it because he’s in the mafia— he has killed people, perhaps he knows how they are when they’re nervous.

“a bit.” you muttered. what a lie.

“we don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.”

your eyes widened, looking at him. “no— i want to. i’m just… scared. first times hurt, right?”

you could see the genuine look in his eyes. “have no worry. i will be gentle. i can’t deny that it will hurt since it’s your first time, but i won’t be rough with you.”

you gulped, and felt the hotness spreading through your cheeks. even though he had a stern voice, you felt… safe.

“o-okay. i trust you.”

and you swore your heart skipped a beat when you saw him smile. and no, it was different from the smile he gave to lady ningguang. it was definitely more genuine.

“good. well then,” he leaned into your ear, “shall we get started?”

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currently thinking about: domesticated Bakugou

he’s exhausted, bone tired, as he limps into his apartment, shedding his hero costume bit by bit by the front door and dropping it in a pile by his boots.

he yawns, loud like an adult lion, and throws his arms overhead to stretch out his tired sore muscles. he lumbers towards the bathroom to shower, not for pleasure, but because he stinks to high heaven like sweat from the day. if he could stand it, he’d skip the shower and head straight to bed, but one whiff of himself has him stepping behind the glass shower pane. his shower is long, running the water until it’s cold because his aching muscles need the TLC, then he steps out and sweeps a towel around his waist, laying low on his toned hips.

he heads for his bedroom, swinging open the door when he finds your curled up figure in his bed. he’s surprised at first. he almost forget he gave you a key to his place a couple weeks back- it was a huge step in your guys relationship, one that made bakugou’s heart swell. but, he wasn’t disappointed to see you, looking all cute in his bed, tucked so neatly underneath the covers, snoring quietly.

he dressed for bed, not wanting to miss another moment without you in his arms, because bakugou was nothing but soft for you. he slid in next to you, wrapping his heavy arms around your waist and tugging you into his broad chest.

you stirred from your sleep and turned in his arms to face him after feeling his familiar warmth engulf you. you pressed your face into chest, breathing him in for a moment, before looking up at him.

“when’d you get home?” your voice is soft and tender with sleep.

“a bit ago,” he replies with the same tenderness.

“missed you,” you say in earnest, snuggling impossibly closer to him. you had tried to wait up for him, but had fallen asleep instead.

“missed you too, puddin’,” he presses the softest kiss to your hairline.

“how was your day?” you’re so tired your words are slurring.

“tiring, damn villains couldn’t take the day off,” he retorts and you giggle.

“glad your okay,” you tell him, reaching up to peck his lips in a chaste kiss.

“yeah.”

there’s a mellow pause, one that you two sit comfortably in until bakugou hears your gentle snores once more, puffs of warm air fanning against his bare chest. he looks down to see that you’ve fallen back asleep, his precious puddin’.

“night puddin’,” he whispers, pressing a longing kiss to your forehead, before closing his eyes and trying for sleep himself.

SAYING SOMETHING OUT LOUD. multi

it's been on my mind quite a while. ( or, genshin characters + accidental confessions when they think you don't hear them.)

ft. diluc, kaeya, albedo, childe, xiao, kazuha x genderneutral reader

warnings : fluff, slight angst, blushy blushy, me bullying kazuha but its affectionate !1! i wrote this at 2 am editing tomorrow :]

DILUC RAGNVINDR. noctua

"i want to marry you someday." are the words he mutters when all he can do is stare at you, when he thinks you aren't looking. where diluc ragnvindr's entire mind goes blank — not a thought behind those pretty, red eyes besides 'oh god oh fuck' when you eventually catch him. diluc doesn't want you to know about all the ugly sides of him, about how rough he is around the edges. he doesn't want you to get caught up with him—he can't let the fire burn you like it has burnt everything else in his life.

he coughs, and refuses to acknowledge it ever happened despite your countless jabs to get him to say something—to say anything. it's quiet and diluc wants so badly to pretend it never happened, to pretend he never said anything because he doesn't want to ruin it—to lose you too. you huff slightly in frustration, and diluc resists the urge to laugh despite the situation he's put himself in. it's strange how you can make him smile even when it feels his mind is crumbling.

the silence settles and diluc can feel the anxiety ripple through his body as he steals a glance in your direction. just as he can get ready to apologize, your finger pulls his hand into yours. "we don't—we don't need to get married now, but in the future ... will you marry me?"

KAEYA ALBERICH. pavo ocellus

"i don't know if i love you yet, but if this isn't love then i don't know what is." are the words he whispers into your hair, on nights where he thinks you're asleep. where kaeya alberich is at the breaking point, teetering on the line between loving you and keeping you out.

on nights where all he wants is to say i love you without the fear of you understanding. the fear of you loving him because how can you love someone you don't really know? how can you love him if even he doesn't know who he is? you're a breath of relief to him and kaeya wants nothing more than to be able to breathe without guilt. his fingers rake through your hair, and kaeya knows—he knows he doesn't deserve to have you in his arms like this, but he can't help but be selfish when it comes to you.

you turn your head, your face only inches away from his, before kissing the tip of his nose and holding him tighter. it's there that kaeya finally let's himself close his eyes. there's so much you want to say, but for now, it'll have to wait till morning, when he can be completely sure you know what you're saying when you say you love him.

ALBEDO. princeps cretaceous

"you're my muse." are the words he replies with, nonchalantly when you ask why you have to sit still, instead of working like jean had told you to. on the days where he finds himself unconsciously writing your name in his notes, sketching your face in the margins. albedo doesn't even realize he's said it, he doesn't realize how the words affect you until he looks up from his sketch book to find you staring at him in surprise.

albedo doesn't understand love, he hasn't even fully grasped the idea of it, but it's obvious to everyone with the subtle reminders to take care of yourself because albedo doesn't know how to express his feelings any other way. "is something wrong?" he asks, concern laced into his tone before you shake your head, a smile growing on your face. "muse? did you mean that?" and his mind blanks, before the realization hits him.

"ah i didn't—well, i did mean that, but it doesn't need to mean anything if you don't want it to." he says in a panic, even if it's not obvious to most. his voice trails off before he finally exhales. you laugh, crouching infront of his sitting figure before pushing the bangs out of his face. his gaze remains focused on you the entire time, an eyebrow raised. his eyes widen, before muttering a quick "oh." against your lips. albedo doesn't understand love, but he thinks he can try if it's for you.

CHILDE. monoceros caeli

"i don't care about the fatui—about work, about my reputation, just—tell me to stay, tell me to come home and ill come home as long as it's you." are the words he whispers the night before he has to leave, again. childe knows he has to—it's his job, his responsibility as a harbinger, but when he sees his family, when he sees you, he can't help but feel like throwing it all away.

on nights where he can't let you go, his siblings having to physically pry him off to eat breakfast, on nights where he thinks if he doesn't hold you now he won't remember what your hugs feel like. childe doesn't cry—he doesn't want to cry in front of you, in front of his siblings because he's supposed to be strong, but he can't stop it when you make him weak.

he buries his face into your neck, promising to give you anything, despite him being the only thing you want. childe interlocks your pinkies, he promises a future. one where he won't have to worry about not being there to kiss you goodnight, but for now, you can only whisper your declarations of love till the brink of dawn. "i promise, ill be here when you come back, ajax."

XIAO. alatus nemeseos

"till the day i die—im not going anywhere, not without you." in response to a question you'd asked him earlier that day, one he was too afraid to answer. "are you leaving?" you asked, rubbing the tiredness from you eyes, strands of hair sticking out as you watch him from the bed. he knows—xiao knows that's not what you meant, not in that context, but the question struck enough fear in his heart that he had left without warning.

you lie asleep on his shoulder and xiao wonders if he ever really will leave. if one day the guilt that scratches at his throat whenever he says your name will be the last sign needed to push you away, for your own good. the sun is warm on your skin, and xiao hopes that somewhere in the depths of your mind, you'll hear the words he's too scared to say while you're awake.

xiao doesn't make promises, because he knows that there's always a possibility he wouldn't be able to keep them, but as the sun falls on your figure, xiao can't help himself. he never can when it comes to you. "you've stayed ... you've stayed this long, no going back, okay?" he sighs, and xiao can only hope you'll let him stay with you as long as he can. you hand finds it's way into his, interlocking them as you absentmindedly trace shapes into his knuckles. "no going back." you mumble into his shoulder before going back to sleep, and xiao freezes in shock, before slowly holding your hand tighter, tapping 3 times on the back of your hand. a silent 'i love you.'

KAEDEHARA KAZUHA. acer palmatum

"you're everything. everything compared to whatever this world has to offer." are the words he says when you ask how his travels went. kazuha has never been able to stay in one spot for too long, be it because of the price on his head but because he's always been homesick for places he's never known, for places he's never been to. he's traveled so much, yet he's never been truly at home anywhere, because every time he says he's homesick, he really just misses you. kazuha would bring you with him if he could, because atleast that way he'd always be home with you.

kazuha plants kisses into your shoulder, trapping you in his arms the second he gets home. early in the morning when you've barely gotten ready for the day, adrenaline coursing through him because he's finally home in your arms. kazuha talks about the places he's been, wishing he'd brought a kamera so he could show you everything he saw, everything that reminded him of you while he was away. he talks about the people he met—stories that sound so bizarre you have to poke his cheek and ask if he's exaggerating.

"huh, they really .. don't come close to being here with you." kazuha chuckles. he talks like he's in a daze when he looks at you, and it's probably because he is. "you're everything. everything compared to whatever this world has to offer" he whispers, before laughing in an attempt to distract you from the blush on his cheeks and the things he just said. "wait what did you say? i couldn't hear you." you ask incredulously, while he only smiles, planting soft kisses on your neck. "nothing, nothing."

you roll yours eyes, fighting the smile tugging at your lips. "for the record, you're my everything too."

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ASHES FROM PURGATORY — TWO

A/N: The reader is getting closer and closer to her encounter with Midoriya, I confess that I am anxious to write about... So from this chapter onwards, I will alternate the diary version with the narration version.

Warnings ⚠️: mentions of blood and death.

Pairing: Villain!Deku × afab!reader.

More information about the story: here.

⠀⠀27 April 2031,

Ever since the quirk registration system was put in place my life has gone to shit. Not that it was ever good these last ten years, but from time to time I need to walk in the shadows with a mask on my face so I don't get caught, it would be bad if someone managed to drag me to the nearest health clinic.

As the name implies, the government makes a documentation of your quirk, those whose individualities are not useful are dismissed, but if you are unlucky enough to be useful or have a rare quirk, you will be taken to the trial where it will be decided whether you become a member of the Paranormal Liberation Front or become one of the many quirkless. Fortunately I was able to escape that.

My mom, if she were alive of course, would be taken away for sure. She had a rare kind of space-time quirk that allowed her to open portals, to teleport people or objects to two non-adjacent locations. My father didn't have such a flashy quirk, but it was useful in his work at the hospital, it was an quirk of not feeling tired or not needing sleep, something like that, I can't remember now because I haven't thought about them for a long time. And I had my little sister, who had not manifested a quirk at that time.

My whole family died on D-Day like thousands of other innocent people, unfortunately I was not as lucky. I was coming back from the beach when the bombing started and my father sent me a message telling me to run and hide. At the time I didn't understand what that meant, but when the buildings started to fall and half the city was engulfed in fire, I ran away as fast as I could.

I found out what happened in the morning before my mobile phone battery ran out. Bakugou - the student tipped to be hero number one - had been murdered by Izuku Midoriya, the self proclaimed successor of All For One and the Symbol of Fear, thousands died during the battle, the images of the genocide were broadcast for the whole world to watch and since that day the concept of happiness has been erased from that reality.

Would all this have happened if I had not been negligent at that time? This doubt wears away what little sanity I have left, so I cannot fantasise what my life would have been like in a colourful future, not without this sweet dream ending in a sea of blood.

Dreaming adds to the weight on my conscience, but I can't help imagining how nice it would be to open the door of my house and smell the smell of home-baked breads prepared by my mother. Although anything would be better than the smell of ashes and blood stuck to the soil of this country.

listen….kissing kaeya to sleep…….cradling him softly and all…………….

(warning --> alcohol usage mention) 

Your house is so quiet now when several minutes before it was chaos, stumbling chaos. Kaeya, and his decorated self, practically tripped through the door and into your living room. It wasn’t graceful, it was more pitiful and startling than anything else but he assured in hysterical laughter that it was fine. 

“Kae-Kaeya --?” You moved to catch him before he accidently hurt himself, your hands pressing against his chest while his rested on your sturdy shoulders. “Are you ...?” 

He laughed so hard when the door burst into life but the smile that he wore seemed to be slowly fading with every passing second. “I got what I *hick* needed.” His head came to rest in the crook of your neck, the weight of his body nearly sending you to the floor. 

“Y-yeah? You also may have done a bit much too, don’t you think?” 

“H-had too, darlin’. They almnst leffp.” His body continued to sway, his words mumbled. How was it possible for him to gather the intel he needed when he could barely talk to begin with. You hoped he’d be able to remember what was so important tomorrow morning. 

“Well we couldn’t have that happen now could we.” You chuckled at the disoriented shake of his head. 

“Mmm.” 

Rubbing your hand over his back, you shifted to angle yourself toward the hall half wondering if you’d make it. “Let’s get you to bed, okay?” Suddenly, his wobbly self became controlled as he wrapped his arm around your neck so tightly it made you groan. “H-hey.” It wasn’t like Kaeya to act this way after a night out and while you hadn’t seen him every evening, you knew him well enough to identify this was out of the norm. Confused but accepting, you returned his hug which, after a tight squeeze and slight hand adjustment toward you, he seemed satisfied with. 

Just as quickly as his demeanor changed, it switched right back. “You wanned -- to takme to bed?” He mumbled, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“Yes yes, let’s go.” Carefully, slowly, you ushered him down the hall. When he reached the bedroom his feet shuffled him onward toward while you did your best to help him out of some of his clothes. First came his white cape, then his jacket and gloves and finally, as he face planted into the mattress, his shoes. “I can’t believe Diluc really let you drink this much.” You stated, arm flinging the heavy leather boots toward the dresser. 

“Wsnt thr -” 

“That explains it. Turn over, you’ll suffocate.” Uncoordinated hands slammed into the bed, it took him a few tries but he was eventually successful. His eyes were already closed and his breathing was quick, most likely from his pounding heart and the rushing energy flowing through him. “I’ll get you water.” You leaned forward, lips pressing against his brow before slipping out of the room. 

“Dnt leave --” Kaeya’s hand reached for you but his reaction was far to slow. His twirling, tumbling mind did it’s best to replay the events of the evening but they came back in flashes too fuzzy to put in order. His arm draped over his face and he willed himself to remember. Why were you coming up so frequently in his mind, you weren’t at the tavern. It was all so confusing. 

“Here.” Your voice seemed to pull him from whatever he was doing with his arm rolling around his face. Laughing, you placed the cup on the bedside table before turning to leave. Just as you were about to get yourself ready for bed, Kaeya’s hand reached out to grab you. 

“... where you going? ...” His furrowed brow and turned down lips caught you off guard but his strength never did. 

“I’m just going -” 

“stay...” He pulled at you until you were standing right next to him. You were about to explain to him you weren’t really leaving but the way he looked at you made you pause. 

“I’ll stay.” You whispered, lips connecting with his cheek, heart fluttering at the feeling of his sigh against your skin. 

With ease, you crawled into the space beside him, but not after you got him to take several drinks of the water, even if he did fuss about it. You weren’t even settled when he turned to face you and placed his head against your chest, his arms coiling around your body, legs nearly doing the same. 

“Are you comfortable?” You chuckled, shifting under him and doing your best to get the pillows to support your strange position. He nodded and while you were happy to be this close to him you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. His normal talkative, playful, flirty self was muted and in it’s place was something far lonelier. 

“mmm sff ...” 

“What?” You asked, tilting your head to better hear him. 

“I’ll kepmf safe...” He huffed against your chest, arms getting tighter, fingers curling into the back of your shirt. “I’ll keep you safe.” He repeated, a bit clearer.

“I know you will. Try to get some sleep.” You adjusted, leg pushing out from under him so you could bend it. 

Slowly, you ran your hands up and down his back taking care of his long hair and pulling it over his shoulder. When the back of his neck was exposed you ran your fingers over it, along the edge of his hairline, slightly down his back as far as the loose shirt would let you go. 

Kaeya’s breathing slowed with every gentle kiss you pressed to the top of his head, with ever touch of your lips to his brow. He was slipping into the sleep he desperately needed while you cared for him and held him close. 

I’ll keep you safe, he kept repeating in his head as his dreams began to craft the pieces of his memory he couldn’t put together.

I’ll keep you safe, he thought as the images of the frightened treasure hoarders running through the alleyways of Mondstadt played in reverse.

I’ll keep you safe, was the last thing that drifted through as he recalled the conversation that caught his attention and had no reason uttering your name but suddenly demanded his full attention.

My teeth are rotting over how sweet this is ugh. 💜

something for @veenxys <3

"i love you," tomura says under his breath as he watches you sleep. the glow of his tv shines faintly against your figure; face half shown and arm hanging off the foot of the bed, pinky linked with his. he finds himself doing this often during commercial breaks—even though the tv isn't as loud as usual and he's close enough to hear your breathing, he always needs to check that your still there. the hold tightens and he lifts it up, ever so gently to admire it. "i don't tell you it enough..." he pauses, letting your hand down and pulling away from the embrace. a breath leaves him and his eyes are once again glued to the screen, "but i really do."

bakugou who has a crush on you and cares about you in a subtle yet aggressive way... *deep inhale*

bakugou who quietly - and casually - invites himself into your room, carrying your favourite flavour of cup noodles in one hand, and spicy ramen for himself in another. both hot and steaming with freshly boiled water for the hearty broth

you're so busy with your work that you don't even notice his arrival; so busy that you can't help but jump when he breaks the silence with a gruff, yet gentle, "oi dumbass, have you eaten anything today?"

and when you try to remember - what was the last thing you ate? - he shakes his head and sets the food before you can even come up with an answer

"thought so. here. eat up. i wanna make sure you get something in your damn stomach. i'm not leaving until you do"

you open your mouth to object, but bakugou has always been quicker

"how is that you remember to tell everyone to take care of themselves, but you forget to do just that, huh?" he sits down on your bed and pats the spot beside him, getting comfy like he owns the place. like he owns your room

you glare at him for interrupting, and all bakugou does is glare at you right back. but you know from personal experience, that bakugou is quite possibly the most stubborn, hardheaded blond that you've ever met, and that arguing with him would be pointless

your stomach gurgles the very next moment - almost with comedic timing - and this doesn't go unnoticed by him. those ruby red eyes of katsuki's harden, so you swallow your pride and abandon your work for now. he somehow knew you desperately needed a break anyways

you both sit in relative silence, but the silence is comforting and calm. the kind where you can enjoy each others presence without having the need to say anything

until you accidentally grab the wrong cup and the sudden harshness of excessive spice hits your tongue, annihilating your poor tastebuds

and what does katsuki do when you make a face? god, he laughs. but it isn't anywhere near condescending. it's boisterous and loud and full of emotion. you playfully swat at his bicep and he snickers, finally reaching for the glass of water you keep on your bedside table

he gives you the right noodles, only after he's done teasing you, and it's only then is he satisfied when he knows you have something settling in the pit of your belly

you don't notice it; the way he looks at you when you're not looking - yet - but his body warms up in a way he's never felt before when he's beside you. making sure you're alright. taking care of you

he's content with making his home here, even if he has to keep his true feelings to himself for fear of you pushing him away

because no matter how painfully his heart longs for you - beats for you - bleeds for you - katsuki's okay with this; subtly yet aggressively pining after you from afar

put your head on my shoulder

pairings: diluc, zhongli, kaeya, itto, thoma x gn!reader

genre: fluff

summary: small scenarios about resting w/ the genshin boys (unestablished relationship)

wc: 700+

warnings: none!

extra notes: hold me in your arms, baby~ (someone pls tell me they get the song reference-) i’m thinking of making a second part where i expand and turn the scenarios into small fics :)

you can find my masterlist here

diluc

imagine resting on him under the great tree at windrise at the end of a paired patrol one night. thanks to your insistence, the winery owner begrudgingly accepted your request. sleep overtakes you as you sit beside him and the poor man freezes when he feels a weight on his shoulder, slowly tilting his head to look at you.

adorable, he thinks. so adorable that it makes his heart squeeze in a way he’s never experienced before, and butterflies begin to flutter around in his stomach. after a long moment of contemplation he silently shrugs off his large coat and drapes it around your shoulders. not too long after, diluc places his cheek on top of your head, snoozing off with you. you seem content with the new warmth, huddling closer to the man who held your heart even if he didn’t know that yet.

(more utc!)

zhongli

the two of you were out for the whole day after he promised to help you with your commissions as repayment for all the money you’ve lent him. you shook your head in disagreement, telling him there was no need and that you just wanted him to remember his mora, but he was firm in his insistence.

night came sooner than expected and you were still a distance away from the familiar safety of liyue harbour. you were by wangshu inn, to be precise, but neither of you had the mora for a room. instead, zhongli found you both a relatively warm shelter under a tree and suggested sleeping there for the night. the ground was quite unforgiving, however, and soon you could feel yourself getting sore. noticing your discomfort from the hard ground, zhongli offered you his body. sturdy arms were held open invitingly, beckoning you to him.

kaeya

on his way back to his apartment after a long day at work you stumble across him and decide to make up for some lost time. you, yourself, had been busy at the guild and so you didn’t have as much time to spend with each other- much to both of your dismays. you decided that sitting by the lake outside the walls would be the best location to relax by.

kaeya passes out on you seeming to be asleep- but in reality he’s only pretending. it’s the only way he knows how to get closer to you without his false, flirty facade. you’ve rejected each one of his prior advances and it took quite the toll on his confidence. perhaps they truly feel nothing for me after all, he thought to himself dejectedly one day. so he took the cowards way out. if this was the closest he would get to you then so be it.

itto

it was raining by the time the pair of you decided to head back to hanamizaka. not wanting you to catch a cold (or perhaps more so to save his hair…), itto leads you to a nearby cave to take shelter. thunder claps in the distance and you startle, jumping at every boom in the sky.

a wave of understanding hits the oni suddenly as he clasps your smaller hand in his protectively, pulling you to his chest and making sure you felt as safe as possible. shuffling you so that you were basically using him as your makeshift bed, itto smoothed his hands up and down your back. his embrace was comforting and all-encompassing, and you dozed off feeling much safer.

thoma

whilst you loved your job as another estate keeper, days could really be tiring. you truly loved the people you worked with and the people you worked for but the job was quite physically exerting. nobody understood that better than thoma and so he grabbed ahold of your wrist and tugged you towards the nearby cliff.

the sun was just beginning to set beyond the horizon as you and thoma conversed for what seemed to be both an eternity and not enough time at all. though you were certain he’d never return your feelings, you couldn’t bear to be away from him and so you treasured tender moments between you. thoma turned to you after noticing the prolonged silence but was surprised to see you already fast asleep. shaking his head he carefully drew you in close enough to rest against his side, smiling to himself. he’d tell you how he feels one day.

published on 15/03/22

Genshin [All male characters] When you ask “What would you do if I disappeared?”

Notes: Feeding everyone.

Characters: Aether, Albedo, Bennett, Chongyun, Dainsleif, Diluc, Gorou, Itto, Kaeya, Kazuha, Razor, Scaramouche, Tartaglia, Thoma, Venti, Xiao, Xingqiu, Zhongli, fem!reader

Warnings: not proofread, hints of death, implications of dying, mentions of death, bit of crack, bit of angst, bit of fluff, bit of everything

Personal Favourites in this work: Venti, Diluc, Albedo, Xiao

Aether

His sister is already missing. What do you think he would feel if you ask something like that?

The fear in him is real. It seems endless, all this looking around for his sister. Adding you going missing into the mix, it was like torture. Like an endless spiral down into an endless hole.

“Aether? It’s just a hypothetical question, you don’t have to think about it too mu–” you were really just blurting out thoughts and nonsense.

He pulls you in for a hug, one arm tight around your waist and the other behind your head. “Please don’t” he whispers. “I don’t have anything else,”

He’ll become a shell of himself if you disappear. He’d look for you, but he’ll shed tears every night. 

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