Xiao "Viligant Yaksha"

Relationship shortfics PT.1

Character(s): Gorou and Kazuha(Separately)

Genre/warnings: Fluffy shortfics, no warnings it's just fluff, for Kazuha y/n has a cryo vision, pronouns not mentioned, not read through.

Description/prompt: fluffy shortfics for Kazuha and Gorou.

A/N: This was lowkey super cute to write up! I am a little biased when it comes to Kazuha so I unintentionally wrote more for him.

Giving gifts

Being able to surprise you with gifts is almost one of Gorou’s favorite things to do. Just seeing the way your face lights up when you receive them is enough to have his heart pounding in his chest.

There is a tremor in Gorou's hands as he holds a neatly wrapped gift out to you, the wrapping paper covering the gift is white, decorated in soft pink cherry blossoms that remind you solely of the islands that make up Inazuma. The burnt orange and white ears that lay on top of his head are twitching in what could only be perceived as nervousness given the situation. His crystal teal-colored eyes are unwavering as you carefully unwrap the gift in your hands, nimble fingers careful not to rip the precious paper. After successfully opening the box, your eyes flick up to catch the look on Gorou's face to find his eyes haven't left your form for a single millisecond.

Once the lid of the wooden box is removed, a sparkling necklace is revealed in the shape of a cherry blossom, the flower petals a beautiful rose-gold, and resting in the center of it is a vibrant amethyst gemstone. Upon seeing such an elegant piece of jewelry, tears begin to well in your eyes due to how perfect it is for you. Gorou understood your tastes perfectly when it came to buying gifts for you usually, this was no different.

"Ah, why are you crying, kitten? I thought it was perfect!" Gorou's voice breaks the silence the second one of those tears slip down your, in his eyes, perfectly sculpted face. After hearing your failed attempts to choke out a reassurance, the fox-hybrid wraps his arms around your delicate form, warm hands running down the expanse of your back.

"These better be happy tears, kitten." he whispers, breath barely audible over the light breeze washing over the two of you.

Taking you on dates

Surprising you with a date is Kazuha’s specialty and his favorite thing to do when it comes to you. Each passing date seems to be more astounding than the one before it, he really did want to see which ones you reacted to the most.

There is a delicate breeze in the air that sends thin wisps of your hair grazing over the smooth skin of your cheeks, nearly tickling them with how delicate the touch is, similar to the kisses Kazuha places upon your skin. Kazuha. Your mind drifts back to the white-haired man that captured your heart nearly a year ago, the hint of a smile curving the corners of your lips up at your fond memories together. You were sitting on the bow of the Alcor, legs crossed underneath as you studied the waves of the ocean spreading out beyond where the ship was anchored at an unknown island. The Liyue cryo vision on your hip was emitting a soft light, the cool energy spreading through your veins like an icy wildfire while you made little frost flowers in your hands to keep yourself entertained.

Kazuha had told you not to leave the Alcor, his melodic voice not giving you much room to protest, especially when those gentle lips pressed against your own in such a nice form of persuasion. Vermillion eyes lit up with both pride and relief as you agreed to his terms, a smile blossoming over the man's pale cheeks before he turned to vanish onto the unexplored island after whispering a promise to your lips.

"Fifteen minutes, that's all I need. After that time is up, you may follow my footsteps directly North, the wind will guide you to my location."

Those fifteen minutes pass rather swiftly, the sun was beginning to set, dying golden rays sinking below the horizon of the vast ocean ahead. Time was up and you needed to find out where your darling samurai had gone. After traveling for nearly five minutes, (the journey is much quicker due to a few wind currents) you come to a halt, a few feet away from a cliff. The sky behind the cliff has shifted from a soft glow of orange thanks to the dying sun, to a vast array of pinks and purples. Vibrant colors left in the sun's wake swirl together amongst the clouds, creating various shades that could have seemed impossible. On the cliff sits your samurai, Kazuha's hair usually worn up is now cascading down his shoulders, the backdrop of the sky behind him only aids in accenting his beauty.

Beside Kazuha sits miniature oil lanterns as well as a basket most likely full of new foods you have been dying to try. As his head turns to lock his eyes over your form, all breath leaves your lungs at how undeniably fond his ruby gaze is. His eyes latch onto yours, freezing you in place, a warm smile blossoming over his cheeks as it always does when he lays eyes on you.

"Join me, my dove. There are many poems I want to share with you under the blanket of the stars tonight."

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.

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~”

CW: Drabble about telling Xiao you love him the first time, sweet words being shared, calling Xiao 'darling', red-faced Xiao, gentle kisses being shared, gentle physical touch.

Imagine telling Xiao how much you love him for the first time. The both of you are sitting on the balcony of Wangshu Inn, the stars twinkling overhead and the moon bathing the land in a soft glow. It was the perfect atmosphere to tell your beloved Xiao just how incredibly hard you had fallen for him.

Even though it was dark, you found yourself completely hypnotized by the golden orbs staring into your own. Xiao's pale skin practically shone in the glow of the moon bathing his body, he was a work of art and you couldn't help the way your heart skipped beats as you told him about your day. Nights like this have become regular between the two of you; Xiao taking the time to listen about your day and the tasks you completed. Seeing the way a soft smile forms on his face has your heart stopping in your chest completely, the words dying in your throat, and eyes widening slightly at the sight. It was times like this you couldn't help but swoon over the vigilant yaksha you were so deeply in love with.

Puzzled by the abrupt ending of your story Xiao's brows furrowed, concern washing over his face. "Y/N?" his voice is smooth like honey, his pale hand coming to cup your cheek delicately. "Is everything alright?"

The words have long left your brain, eyes gazing up into those golden ones and throat dry as you fumbled with what to say. Finally, after what feels like decades, you managed to get out what you had been dreaming about all this time.

"I love you, Xiao."

A long silence stretches between the two of you as time goes on, and it is almost like neither of you are sure how to react. It is almost as if the information is being processed by the adepti. His lips part to speak just as his face flushes a crimson that travels to the tips of his ears. Oh, what a lovely sight indeed. Before Xiao can utter a single word, he is leaning forward and locking your lips together in a sweet kiss. The kiss is overwhelmingly sweet as Xiao's hand comes to rest on the small of your back, tugging you impossibly closer to his soft lips.

"Darlin-"

"I love you too, y/n." Xiao's voice comes out so quiet it is just barely above a whisper, but they hold so much meaning you can feel your heart stopping all over again. You are so ground-breakingly in love with his man.

"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.

Fin.

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THOMA in version 2.2 trailer

CW: Thirst about giving Gorou attention after he feels neglected, calling Gorou 'puppy', NSFW, MDNI, nipple play, one (1) thigh slap, sub!gorou, dom!reader, tying Gorou up, oral sex, anal fingering, no cock/strap penetration, NOT PROOFREAD.

Imagine worshiping Gorou's body after he comes to you about feeling a little neglected recently. Tying his hands above his head so you have the chance to appreciate his body without the distraction of wandering hands. By the time the poor general's underwear has been tugged off of him he is achingly hard, cock heavy, and lying against his stomach. It's purple at the tip, precum beading at the slit and you find yourself bending down to swipe over the moisture with your tongue. Just as the taste of salt bathes your tongue, Gorou is whining out, hips arching towards your mouth in hopes you'll give him what he wants.

Before he manages to shove your mouth deeper onto his cock, you give his thigh a sharp slap, the sound echoing in the bedroom along with the general's disappointed cry. His aqua eyes are gazing down at you owlishly, his pretty pale cheeks stained a lovely red as he anticipates what is to come next. Gorou loses his breath as you climb over him the heat of your body coming to rest against his as you lean to kiss him. The kiss starts out as sweet, lips meshing together perfectly before it grows hotter as your hands find their home on Gorou's chest.

A sharp gasp escapes your puppy as your fingers grab onto his nipples, rolling the hard pink buds between your thumb and index fingers. Gorou's back is arching into the touch with ease, tail thumping against the bed slightly as he whines out his approval of the actions.

"Hng...y-y/n!"

With a soft chuckle, you cast your eyes up towards Gorou's face, his aqua eyes staring back at you with a pleading look. You know just what he wants right now. Lowering your lips, you drag your hot tongue over one of his nipples, closing your lips around the bud to give it a good suck. The way your tongue curls around the bud combined with your gentle sucks is enough to drive your puppy mad, his moans already echoing off the walls. How cute, given the fact you've hardly touched him.

Gorou's hands were straining against the ropes around his wrists, wanting desperately to touch you, to make you feel the same pleasure you were giving him right now. Little did the pup know that everything was about to get so much better for him. Pressing a chaste kiss to the general's chest, you pushed reached for the lube beside the man, slicking your digits up with ease.

"Now now, don't be impatient, Pup, we need to make sure my fingers are nice and slick for you~" The words leaving your lips practically have Gorou drooling already, wanting nothing more than to feel something inside him. Anything.

The first two digits slide into the pup with ease, both because he has been keeping himself loose for you and how excited he was at that moment. Gorou keens as you slide them in until your knuckle is against his rim, the air leaving his lungs and a thin whine escaping his lips. Tight, wet heat surrounds your digits making you shudder before beginning to pump them inside and out. God, what you wouldn't give to fuck him until he was crying right now.

You curled your fingers in a way that Gorou recognized to be strikingly familiar, the sudden burst of pleasure coiling in his stomach at the action had him crying out loudly, the sound filling the small space of your shared bedroom. A chuckle escaped your lips, leaning to swipe your tongue over the head of his cock once more in a teasing motion.

"Oh? Did that feel good puppy? You like the way my fingers fill you up? You like how expertly they rub your prostate like that?"

"Y-Yes! Please...y/n...I-I've been...hah..such a good boy for y-you!" Gorou can barely get the words out as your mouth swallows down his cock in one swift motion, yanking desperately at the ropes while his back arches from the bed at the sensation. "P-Please! Let me t-touch!"

It's cute how desperate the general sounds under your touch, how pliant and needy he really is behind closed doors for you. Gorou's aqua eyes are shut tightly as he already feels his orgasm getting near, his tummy tightening as a warm band of pleasure gets ready to snap. The two of you haven't been sexually active in a while so it's only natural that he cums so easily for you. Good thing he has a great recovery time because you'll be sure to keep this up all night.

Licking the thick vein on the underside of his cock combined with your fingers curling into his prostate once more nearly has him cumming on the spot. However, he knows better than to cum without your permission. Gorou has tears in his eyes already, his thighs shaking as he desperately tries to hold back his orgasm, that warm band of pleasure coiling tighter in his tummy.

"Y/N! Please...ah...please!" Gorou's words are rushed, almost slurred as he struggles not to cum in your warm mouth already. "I-I wanna cum...hng...please!"

Before your precious puppy has a chance to cum and break the rules, you pat his thigh three times so you don't have to remove your mouth. The clearance is all he needs, the band finally snapping and spreading an intense warmth through his body. He is crying, hips jerking up into your mouth and thighs trembling as he fills your mouth with his sticky cum.

Once he is finished, jerking slightly from his orgasm, you untie his hands, trialing your own between his inner thighs and drawing out yet another moan.

"How about you let me show you more attention?"

The Meaning of Tears

Pairing: Scaramouche X reader

Warnings: Comfort, reader struggles with anxiety

This is my first attempt at writing Scaramouche. I apologize if I fail to do this man justice.

Some days you would wake up feeling fine. Then others, like today, you’d wake up with a buzzing in your chest. You knew the bedroom like the back of your hand and yet, your eyes searched every nook and cranny, looking for something that shouldn’t be there. Nothing was found, yet the buzzing stayed.

The feeling followed you from the bed to the bathroom, lingering as you got ready for the day. It hung over your head like a cloud, filling the room with non-existent smoke. As you brushed through your hair, you had to crack the door open to avoid suffocating.

It followed you from home to work, and from work to home. With each hour it grew worse, and by the time the front door shut behind you, you felt as if you were going crazy. Taking in a deep, shaky breath, you uncurled your fingers from the doorknob and tried to focus on walking forward, placing one foot in front of the other. Right, then left. Right. Left.

It took a second to realize you were in the kitchen. Why the kitchen? Oh, right. It was time to start on dinner. What were you going to make again? Ah, yes, mixed yakisoba. Shaking your head in attempt to clear it, you opened the cookbook to the proper recipe and started gathering the ingredients and necessary tools. Just as you reached for the pan, a voice spoke inside your head.

‘Be careful you don’t mess it up.’

Your hand stopped inches from the pan’s handle, entire body freezing as the taunt soaked into your skin.

‘You’ve never cooked this before. What if Scara had a rough day? Do you really want to serve him something awful?’

You swallowed thickly, choosing to grab the pot instead. Miso soup sounded like a better idea.

Placing the pot on the stove, you filled it with vegetable broth and set the heat to the right temperature, moving on to the next step.

‘That’s too high!’

You blinked, glancing at the thermometer. It read low, the exact setting the stove should be on. You had this recipe memorized, but still, your gut was telling you that something was wrong. Any and all trust in yourself was gone as you frantically flipped through the cookbook, searching for the recipe. Just as you thought, it said low heat.

The inner voice continued to torment you, making you second guess every move you made. Too much of this, too little of that, by the time the soup had finished cooking you were too terrified to taste it.

‘It’s bad, it’s bad, it’s bad!’

A strangled sob forced its way out of your mouth, back hunching forward as you gripped the edge of the counter to stay upright. An invisible force was crushing your chest, making it difficult for your lungs to keep air inside. With each gasp for oxygen, your head grew fuzzier and fuzzier.

Suddenly, a hand gripped your arm. Before you could blink you were being turned around, a hand covering your mouth, fingers pinching your nose. In a panic you threw a fist, but the man caught it before the lunch could connect.

“Hold your breath.” Scaramouche said. “One. Two. Three.”

He released your nose, giving you the chance to take in a fresh breath before pinching it again. He repeated his process until your breathing evened out, and after the fifth cycle, when you were no longer hyperventilating, he backed away.

“Well?” Scara asked, arms crossing over his chest. “What happened?”

Despite his question, he didn’t sound interested in the slightest.

Too embarrassed to look at him, you turned your head to the side and wiped your soaked cheeks with the sleeve of your shirt. “It’s nothing.”

He scoffed. “So, you cry like that over nothing? How stupid do you think I am? Out with it.”

You bit down on the inside of your cheek so hard you nearly broke the skin. “I-I’m just… anxious.”

“Over what?”

Your shoulders lifted into a shrug. “I… don’t know.”

Scara sighed deeply, the sound of it made you think he was looking down on you. “Sit down before you pass out.”

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you did as told and took a seat. Scara moved to the stove, grabbing a ladle to fill one of the bowls you set aside earlier. Once it was full, he placed a spoon inside and set it in front of you.

“Eat.” He commanded. His eyes narrowed when you hesitated. “What?”

Your hands started shaking in your lap. “It’s… it’s bad.”

Silently, Scara grabbed another spoon and dipped it into the pot. You froze as he stuck the spoon into his mouth, waiting with baited breath until he finished tasting. “It’s fine. Now, eat.”

‘It’s… fine? I didn’t mess up?’

Letting out a sigh of relief, you started eating. As he said, it tasted the way it normally did. Exactly the way it should have tasted. The more you ate the more relaxed your body became, and each time the bowl got low, Scara was stealing it away for a refill. Eventually, you had to stop him, otherwise your stomach would have exploded.

“Better?” He asked, arms crossed as he looked at you.

You nodded. “Better. Thank you.”

Scara’s purple eyes narrowed, like he didn’t believe you. With a huff, he got off the counter he was leaning against and grabbed your wrist, but wasn’t using any pressure. He didn’t say anything but you stood up anyway, allowing him to lead you over to the living room where a stack of documents sat on the tea table.

Scara settled onto one of the floor pillows and pulled you into his lap, adjusting your posture until you were sitting sideways, ear pressed against his chest. The veil of his hat acted as a barrier between you and the outside world.

“Don’t move too much or you’ll distract me.” He said, picking up the top document. “Am I clear?”

You nodded and let your weight completely fall against him. He didn’t seem to mind, and if he did, he didn’t say anything about it. You found his heartbeat rather quickly, the steady thump thump of the organ relaxing you further.

“Hey.” Scara’s voice was so quiet you almost didn’t hear him. “Next time you feel this way. Send someone to find me.”

He didn’t say more, and you didn’t push for more. Scaramouche may not have comforted you the way someone more familiar with emotions would have, but he had his own way of setting you on track.

Calling them by a pet name PT.1

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ(s): Diluc, Venti, and Xiao

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: None, not proofread as usual

ᴛʏᴘᴇ: drabble/one-shot, fluff, Gender-neutral reader (Pronouns not mentioned)

ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ/ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ: Their reactions to you calling them a pet name for the first time.

ᴀ/ɴ: Pfft this was so cute to make! Stay tuned for part 2 later this week!

“Everything alright, my love?” He looks worried like he usually does when you don’t answer him straight away. Was something bothering you?

The first time you ever called Diluc by a pet name was a few months into your relationship and it was purely by accident. You had decided to wait for your boyfriend to close up the tavern, sitting on the very edge of the bar, feet unable to touch the ground as you swung them gently. Diluc was wiping down the tables, a soft humming coming from his throat, making a smile break out across your face as you listened to the soothing noise. The man’s voice was a melody to your ears and one that you could never get tired of. It was low and sweet like a slow dripping honey on a cool winter day, something you could listen to for hours on end. You were broken from your thoughts as Diluc nudged you gently, worry creasing his brow. You were so deep in your thoughts that you hadn’t even realized he was calling out for you. 

Diluc was staring at you from where he stood on the other side of the counter, his usually tied up hair was beginning to slip from it’s confines, a few strands falling to frame his face. A smile graced your lips, slender hand gripping your boyfriend’s wrist to tug him between your parted legs. You take him being so close as a chance to tuck a stray hair behind his ear, leaning forward to slot your lips together in a sweet kiss. Diluc’s breath is stolen the moment your lips meet, breathy whine escaping as he presses himself closer into your embrace. He had been waiting all day to be wrapped up in your arms, and now that the tavern was closed, he wanted nothing more than to go home with you.

At his whine, a soft chuckle escapes your throat, moving to break the kiss and see the state that you have left him in after one kiss. Once your lips are parted, you take notice that Diluc’s face is nearly the same shade as his hair, making you smile at how embarrassed he looked. He really was craving attention wasn’t he? 

“Oh darling...you look absolutely adorable…” You manage to breathe out, smile never breaking because he just looks so perfect standing before you like this. 

You reach to cup his cheek in your hand, palm pressed up against the warm skin there and you press another lingering kiss to his lips. “Yes, darling?” you smirk, unable to look away as he begins to stutter out how he needs to finish locking up the tavern.

Diluc’s eyes snap open the moment that the pet name leaves your lips, he can feel his body beginning to heat up, and it isn’t because of his pyro vision. He is silent for a good minute before attempting to speak. “D-Darling? You called me darling?” He stumbled over his words at first, only succeeding in making his cheeks darken in color.

“Oh? Hurry up then so we can go home, okay darling?” Oh you were never going to stop calling him that.

It isn't uncommon for Venti to use pet names with you, often calling you 'My muse' just to see how your face flushes that lovely shade of red he has been dying to see. He loves to see that crimson red that stains your cheeks, mainly because it contrasts so well with your skin. Venti often calls you by pet names when the two of you are around anyone, he likes knowing that everyone understands you belong to him. However, these pet names always stretch into your private time as well, murmured against your lips as he tugs you impossibly closer to the warmth of his body.

"My muse, don't realize how beautiful you are after I am done kissing you?" He would whisper once he allows you to part your lips for air. He thinks you look the best after you have been kissed: eyes half lidded, lips parted for air, and your cheeks that wonderful crimson yet again. You were a walking masterpiece.

The first time you call him a pet name it is among the branches of the tree in Windrise. You are perched against the trunk of the tree, a book in your hands as Venti settles his upper torso between your spread legs. In his hands holds his lyre, fingers gently strumming the strings, and bringing forth only the most beautiful of melodies. You take a break from your book after a little while, closing it to lean forward and press your face against the Bard's neck. You breathe in the comforting scent of your boyfriend. Of home.

A small giggle escapes Venti's throat and he squirms slightly as your nose brushes against the sensitive skin of his neck. "My muse, that tickles..." He informs sweetly, fingers never once messing up a single note of his song. The simple sound of his giggle has your heart bursting with love and an uncontrollable need to hold him tighter...to never let him go.

"Archons, darling, the sweet sound of your voice makes my heart pound..." Your voice blows warm air against Venti's ear, but hearing your words has him freezing. Hands stilling on the Lyre in his hands, before he is quick to put it down so he can face you. As you come face to face, the Bard's eyes are practically shining, his cheeks are dusted with a brilliant red.

"You finally used a pet name for me, My Muse! It took you long enough!" He is pouting, but mirth warms his gaze. The way you laugh at his outburst makes him decide right then that he was the luckiest  Archon in all of Teyvat.

You had been sitting with Xiao on the top balcony of Wangshu Inn when you first called him by a pet name. The sun was setting just beyond the horizon, it was a beautiful sight to behold with the birds drinking up the last bit of the dying light. However, as your eyes drifted over to your boyfriend, you couldn’t help but stop to stare at the beauty before you. Xiao’s golden eyes were practically glowing in the last few rays of the sun’s light, the gentle breeze swaying his hair just slightly to have you enraptured by his beauty. 

A soft breath escaped your lips in awe, making Xiao turn his head towards you curiously, brows furrowing as he gazes over in your direction. “What are you st-”

“N-Nothing, Kitten! Y-You just look really nice with the way the light is shining on you…” As you go to explain, the pet name slips. Kitten? What were you thinking? Your cheeks shift as red as Diluc’s hair usually is, eyes casting anywhere, but the adeptus in front of you. Everything about him reminded you of a kitten, he would huff and glare at you often when in reality all he wanted was your affection. Not that he would EVER admit that out loud.

Xiao looks equally as surprised, his cheeks being bathed in scarlet as mere seconds go by. Did you just call him Kitten? Why that of all things? The Yaksha didn’t exactly hate the pet name, but there was no way he was going to admit how that simple name made his chest burst with an unusual warmth. “T-That is no way to address an Adeptus!”

Seeing the way your face falls upon hearing his exclamation, Xiao feel regret twisting in his chest. A small huff of annoyance escaping his throat as he tugs you to his chest, hand going to bury itself in your soft locks. "...you may call me what you please...as long as it stays between us." He warns, but even if you allow the name to slip in public, would he really be that mad at you?

How Diluc kisses you

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: Diluc (Diluc x reader)

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: I didn’t really proof read this ahah

𝚃𝚢𝚙𝚎: Headcannons, fluff, drabble

𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗/𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝: How Diluc kisses! This also includes your first kiss with him.

Diluc is very secretive when it comes to his the details of his personal life.

It is likely that he won’t show very much affection at all in public or where other people can see the two of you.

He is very reticent so his feelings for you might not be very apparent unless he lets you in on them.

Diluc kisses you like it is going to be the last time he is able to do it. They are often full of passion and heat, almost kissing you as if his life depends on it.

His hand often drifts to your chin, thumb gently running over the smooth skin there as he tilts your head up. As soon as the gap closes between your lips, his hand moves so that it is cradling your jaw instead. 

You can remember your first kiss vividly.

You often spent your days at the Dawn Winery, helping out wherever people would allow you....that and you always looked forward to poking your head into Diluc’s office. Most times the fiery-haired man was hard at work, filling out stacks of paper work that littered the messy desk. You always made sure to bring him meals, drinks, or even just popped in your head to make sure that he wasn’t in need of anything. Not that you were aware, but Diluc greatly appreciated the measures you went to in order to make sure he was content. 

It was sunset by the time Diluc finally finished with everything he had to do at the winery, however, he still held the title “The Darknight Hero”, so it wouldn’t be long before he slipped off into the night. You had finished making him his specialty dish ‘Once upon a time Mondstadt’ which was comprised of meat, potatoes, and cheese. The dish itself was fairly easy to cook, and you found yourself to be quite the master of whipping it up anytime you were craving it. You found yourself cooking it for Diluc once every month or so when he would stick around long enough to eat after he was done with his winery duties.

“Y/N.”

Diluc’s voice yanks you out of your thoughts, you had been so focused on plating the dish that you hadn’t heard the faint thumping of his boots as he approaches you. You whip your head around, glancing over your shoulder to see the darkly clothed man standing at the doorway of the kitchen. You couldn’t help the way a soft smile crept onto your face when you had laid eyes on him. 

“I made your special dish.” You give Diluc an answer before he can question what you are doing, picking up the plate with a hum. However, you don’t hand it over to him, simply walking up to your usual spot on the balcony outside his office. 

The both of you often shared meals out here, basking in the warm light provided by the setting sun while chatting idly about things like commissions or adventures you had gone on recently. Golden rays of the sun’s light were slowly sinking beyond the horizon, the clouds being bathed in a soft pink glow as the sun disappeared for the night. 

A comfortable silence drifts between the two of you as your eyes follow the sunset, the only sounds being the soft ‘whoosh’ of the wind, and the birds singing as they day comes to an end. Diluc is mainly focused on eating, red eyes shifting between his plate and you when you aren’t looking his way. As the breeze moves your hair around, you feel his eyes linger on you just a bit longer. The action makes you subconsciously turn your head to make eye contact with him, the fiery-haired male glancing away as he is caught, a bit if pink dusting his cheeks.

Cute.

It doesn’t take long for Diluc to finish eating, taking a sip of his grape juice before he comes to stand beside you at the railing of the balcony. Your eyes follow him over, hint of a smile gracing your lips as he leans against the railing, red hair being moved slightly with the wind.Your shoulder brushes up against Diluc’s making your cheeks redden at how close the man is standing beside you.

When did he get so close?

“I-” “Yo-” 

The both of you start talking at the same time, making a chuckle escape Diluc’s chest, nudging your shoulders together with a soft smile. “Go ahead.” he murmurs, voice as gentle as the breeze flowing around you both.

“I enjoy spending this time with you.” The sentence flows from your mouth smoothly before you can stop to think about it. It’s a true statement though, before you came to Mondstadt, you always felt as if something was missing, this lead you to always keep up your travelling in search of something that made you feel complete. 

Diluc is aware of how much you traveled before you came across Mondstadt, the thought that he was the reason you have stayed for so long made his heart flutter dangerously in his chest. As soon as the words left your mouth, you both turned to gaze at the other. Diluc’s red eyes gaze so intently into yours and you feel all the air leave your lungs as you scan over his face in question.

Your hearts begins to hammer in your chest as the darkly clothed man leans closer to you, his eyes never leaving yours as he moves his hand to cup your jaw. His touch is gentle, as if you’re made of the most fragile glass that would crack if he grips you too hard. The warmth of his palm licked at your skin like gentle flames making your cheeks grow scarlet in color. Diluc has known that he has liked you for weeks now, he had come to the realization after the two of you had a rather personal conversation on this very balcony under the light of the sunset. 

It isn’t long before Diluc closes the gap between your lips, your eyes slipping closed as you press closer to him. His hand, warm due to the vision he is in possession of, trails to your neck so he can pull you in closer to the kiss. His own heart is racing as if he hadn’t dreamed of doing this since the first time he realized he had feelings for you. 

When the kiss breaks your breath is coming out in little puffs, face as red as Diluc’s hair as he gaze up at the beautiful man in front of you. After only a few moments of looking at each other, a smile breaks out across the man’s face and he returns his hand to your jaw, thumb idly runnng over the soft skin. 

“Oh, how I have waited to do that...”