🎸: V_loAlo / Yuyu_NA_yuyu

ONCE AGAIN, I AM AWARE HALF OF THEM ARE FLAT.

featuring. alhaitham, scaramouche/wanderer, kaveh, dottore, xiao

author drivel. look at me go, i finally made the 2nd part after what.. 4/5 months? (typical me behaviour ngl). reason it's so belated is cuz the app i make these things in got messed up and the pfps all disappeared and for a long time i couldn’t be asked to fix it lmao🗿

contents. lots of crack, not nsfw, but it can get pretty suggestive lmao

✤ 𝐭𝐱𝐭 𝐫𝐱𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝟐

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐰𝐨

al haitham

I'M FUCKING FINALLY NOT LYING THROUGH MY TEETH WHEN I WRITE THIS SHIT LETS GO

scaramouche

this man(let) is like a victorian man when it comes to anything more than sitting next to each other and you can’t convince me otherwise.

kaveh

to explain the nickname: kaveh -> sounds like coffee -> coffee beans

dottore

the dottores "own(ed)" one phone between the bunch of them, despite it originally being omega's. y/n is just kinda like the communal s/o in a way. also, omega will use ~ over my dead body.

xiao

the image used there is some beta art of xiao where he's got a vacuumed seal shirt for some reason (even more so than normal)

How Genshin Men Subtly Show Their Affection Towards You

Characters: Tighnari, Childe, Cyno, Scaramouche, Al-haitham

[Fluff, Gn!Reader, no TW’s]

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Tighnari ————

He’s a very busy man, so the time you two spend together is much less of the average couple. That doesn’t mean you get less affection though…

Whenever he locks eyes with you he gives you the sweetest smile as his tail wags gently. The little sparkles that light up in his eyes whenever someone brings you up never fails to melt your heart.

He’d leave you an assortment of flowers he’s found in the forest with various letters detailing his love for you. Sometimes he’d give you a rare gem if he stumbles across it in the wilderness with a little doodle.

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Childe ————

Like Tighnari, he’d be gone a lot on missions that would last a few days to weeks, sometimes a month or two. That won’t stop Childe from giving you love though.

He would also give you surprise presents and letters whenever he’s out on missions. However, his presents would be more extravagant. He’d be giving you jewelry, plushies, and various items from various lands. With the gifts would be letters detailing his adventures with a few photos included.

He would also leave you a bit of mora occasionally, just in case you need it. Hell there was even a time where we just gave you a santa bag full of mora. You were…. shocked….

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Cyno ————

Once again, busy busy man. Unlike the two however, he’d definitely be home more often. Whenever he passes you on the streets he would pat your shoulders and give you a little smile.

Whenever he does come home he’d always make dinner, no matter how much you insist- he would always make your favorite dishes too- just to make you smile.

Whenever you’re struggling with something; let it be your job, friends, or those stupid little thoughts; he’ll always be there. He will always be there to help and he will drop everything to come to your aid if you ever needed it.

(as a bonus he’d probably hire a few soldiers to keep an eye on you to make sure you’re safe)

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Scaramouche ————

You’d pretty much always be with him considering the fact you two would be traveling together, so giving you affection would be easy right..? welll, it’s Scaramouche. Nothing is quite that easy when this man gets involved.

Whenever you hug him or give him unwarranted kisses, he’d complain and groan, but never push you away. Sometimes whenever you two are in a busy city he’d “accidentally” bump hands with you constantly until you grab his. Then he’d complain and complain, but you both know he wanted this.

Whenever he sees you eye something at shops, he would sneak back to buy it before sneaking it in with the rest of your stuff. When you ask how it got there he’d just roll his eyes and call you stupid. I mean- how could you NOT remember buying that? Idiot…

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Al-Haitham ————

This guy reads like no other, and he doesn’t like being disturbed either. And it always seems like when he isn’t reading he’s busy doing Akademiya stuff. However it’d be stupid of you to assume he gives you no affection.

He would read and research a lot about your interest in private, and he’d always be sure to mention it in your conversations just to see your eyes light up. He can’t help it, your expressions are just so adorable when you’re happy. Wait- what do you mean he’s blUshIng?? You don’t know what you’re talking about-

You obviously wouldn’t notice this, but the amount of times he’s kept you from harm is astonishing. Wether it’s beating the shit out of shady fellas, or scaring off dangerous animals and shrooms, he’s ALWAYS keeping you as safe as possible.

#kunikuzushi, how do you love? 

—rewritten relationship headcanons (from “scaramouche, how do you love?” )

THEMES. (pre)relationship, fluff, domestic, character analysis, love languages, use of his real name

NOTES. okay, just a little bit of storytime on how i was so tempted to write this (albeit again) is that recently my mom got fractured and as i am an only child and away from home since i’m going to uni and in a dorm, it’s my dad who’s taking care of my mom. and oh my god. both scara and my dad are capricorns and their bdays are even next to each other,,, and i just cant help but like compare their love languages a bit (it may sound weird but trust me this will be good)

WANDERER / KUNIKUZUSHI 

He knows love—knows its meaning, knows what it does, and knows what its consequences are. Love is but a rose with thorns, pricking whoever chooses to admire its beauty and immerse them in its pleasure. Love is a danger, and far too humanly him. 

It will not be long until he recognizes this disgusting feeling since he met you. 

But as he was his own person, he chose not to identify it—to call it by its name. Out of fear? No. Out of instincts. 

He who didn’t have a heart suddenly felt love? Preposterous. Absurd. He wasn’t human, nor will he stoop so low to pretend to be one. 

Yet he underestimated you far too much—your… charm… so to speak, along with the unpredictability of your actions. How you show up and how your lips curl up in a gentle smile and how his name slips out of them ever so… gentle. Everything about you is gentle, and kind, and so… so-

“Good morning, Kunikuzushi” 

His jaw tightens and he dreaded for the sudden presence almost immediately as it had appeared. 

“It’s you.” It’s always been you—the only one that actually makes him want to run away from. But he won’t, no. He wouldn’t give you the pleasure to know, not ever. 

“It’s me,” you smiled, “hey, I haven’t seen you for a while. You even changed your outfit! Blue looks good on you.” 

He scoffs, almost out of instinct. It is true that it has been a while since he last saw you and yet, it felt like it was just yesterday. And with that thought, he couldn’t bear to look directly in your eyes that with a hand on his hat, he looks away. 

“There’s no need for pleasantries,”—like usual, he replies, and he adds on, “but it’s not much of a surprise to see you again, Y/n.” 

Which actually translates to “it’s nice to see you again”. 

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movie date. / hayakawa aki x gn!reader, fluff, first kiss, lots of hand holding, going to the movies with aki. word count: 2.5k

You didn't think this was a scary movie. 

A first date at the movies is a bit cliché, but your friend offered you some tickets when their plans got canceled, and after they wouldn't stop prodding you to ask Aki to go, you ended up caving. He agreed, saying, Seems like fun, and that was that. You got your popcorn (Aki insisted on paying for it, encouraging you to get whatever size you wanted), you sat down in the theater, and —

Yeah, you should have checked what the movie was about before you agreed to this. You knew it just came out, and you knew was super popular right now, but that's as far as your knowledge went. Your friend is into horror movies, who knew. You, on the other hand, are definitely, definitely not.

And now, you're squirming in your seat, trying not to scream when the main lead starts walking into that big creepy house you know she shouldn't be walking in, all because you didn't bother to watch a single trailer for this damn movie. It's only been ten minutes, maybe fifteen, and your heart is already pounding, your hands are already shaking, and you're gripping the arms of your seat for dear life. 

Maybe you should just sneak away and hide out in the bathroom — No, that'd be way too rude, wouldn't it? You can't just leave, you're supposed to be on a date. You've got to tough this out. It's a movie, that's all it is. You can do it, you can do it… 

"Are you scared?" 

The sound of Aki's voice makes you jump, and you quickly tear your attention away from the screen, turning towards him to see he's already staring at you. When did he notice, how long has he been watching? 

Aki leans in just a bit closer, and he speaks a little quieter this time, a little gentler: "Do you not like scary movies?" 

You reply awkwardly, "Uhm, I… Not really. Sorry." 

"Do you wanna leave?" 

You're a bit surprised, and you hesitate for a second, considering it. In the end, you shake your head. "No, no. I'll be okay." 

Aki's eyes scan your face. His lips purse into a thin, troubled line. There's a tinge of worry in his gaze before he finally leans back, turning to watch the movie again. 

You'll be fine, you'll be fine. There's no need to leave, you can get through this. It's just a stupid movie. So stupid, so predictable, that you know exactly what's going to happen — And yet, you're still on the edge of your seat, still trying your hardest to breathe, and when there's another scare, you're still jumping halfway out of your seat. 

Instantly, you feel Aki tap your leg slightly with his finger — A warning that he's going to talk, and he leans in close to your ear to quietly ask, "You okay? Are you sure you don't wanna leave?" 

"Mhmm, mhmm." You nod, but you're covering your eyes with your hand as the movie continues, you're staring down at your feet and trying not to watch, willing yourself to just get through this. 

Aki stalls for a moment. He glances between you, then back to the movie screen (the screen is flashing bright red and orange, another scare scene playing out), then back to you again. Slowly, carefully, he reaches for where your hand is still tightly clenched on the arm of your chair. His palm brushes over your knuckles, and he rests his large hand on top of yours. 

You feel a tinge of embarrassment, your heart starts to pound with something other than fear, something warm, but you don't have much time to comment on it; you twist your hand, allowing Aki to lace his fingers with yours, and when the speakers blare another unnecessarily loud noise, you're instinctively gripping onto his hand tightly. 

Aki gives your hand a reassuring squeeze, and he gently rubs your knuckles with his thumb. His voice is no more than a quiet, comforting whisper. 

This scene is almost over. Tell me if you want to leave. 

Thankfully, you're able to get through the rest of that scene; it was almost over by that point, just as Aki said it was. You only open your eyes when you hear his voice in your ear, and when he gives your hand another careful squeeze. 

It's done. You can open your eyes if you want. 

Then, you're able to get through the next scene, and the one after that, and the one after that. The movie isn't all jumpscares, and once you're able to relax a little, Aki's hand in yours keeping you calm, you're able to pay attention to the plot, and it's actually sort of interesting. It's definitely something you'd enjoy, if it wasn't a horror flick. 

You're starting to enjoy yourself, you're beginning to lean back more in your seat. Aki never lets go of your hand, and he leans over to keep himself close to you, so close you can hear the sound of his breathing: in and out, deeply and languidly, like a comforting melody. 

I think this next part is going to be scary. Do you want to look away? 

The next scene is another tension-filled one; your heart is beginning to pound again, you feel that familiar prickle of anxiety and anticipation coiling in your chest. The movie goes quiet, too quiet, and then there's another loud bang — Before you can stop yourself, you're grabbing onto Aki's arm, you're tightly gripping his sleeve. And when it escalates into a super scary chase segment, you're pressing your face into his shoulder, clinging onto him as if he'll protect you. 

"You're alright," Aki mutters, and with his free hand, he presses his palm solidly to your back, gently rubbing in circles. "Just hold onto me. I think the movie's almost over." 

Eventually, the scene runs its course, and the movie comes to an end shortly after that. You've still got Aki's hand in yours when the credits start to roll, and when you finally turn to look up at him, Aki is already looking at you, tilting his head as if he's asking, Should we go now? 

You stand up, then, tearing your hand away from his, grabbing your jacket and your things while Aki takes the popcorn bucket. Aki places his hand on your shoulder to guide you as you make your way down the dark aisle, then out of the theater, and into the reception area. 

It's gotten rather late, so it's mostly empty, with only a couple people in line and some kids playing on arcade machines. Through the large entrance windows, you can see how dark it's grown outside. When you came in, the sun was shining, but now it's nearly pitch-black, nothing but street lamps illuminating the parking lot. 

"You hardly ate your popcorn." Aki ascertains while you walk, peering into the popcorn bucket. 

"Oh, sorry. I forgot about it." 

"It's fine. Here," Aki holds the popcorn bucket out towards you, giving it a half-hearted shake. "Just take it home with you. C'mon, I'll walk you out." 

Aki holds the door open for you as you exit the movie theater. The night air is a bit chilly, sharp each time you breathe in, cold air settling on the back of your neck and the tip of your nose. The sky is cloudy, but little dots of stars still shine through. 

When you go to cross the sidewalk, Aki places his arm out in front of you to stop you from walking when a stray car speeds by. And when you're leading him to your car, you're not sure what you were thinking — Maybe you wanted to lead him better, maybe you didn't want to lose him, but you end up grabbing his hand. 

It's warm; his hand in yours feels familiar, safe. You were beginning to miss how this felt. 

You break the silence when the two of you approach your car. You take your hand away from Aki's, digging in your bag to find your keys, and Aki zips up his jacket, then adjusts his scarf around his neck. 

"Uhm, thanks for…" You find them, and your car beeps when you click the button. "Thanks for coming out tonight." 

"No need to thank me," Aki replies, cold air wisping around his mouth as he talks, "What'd you think of the movie?" 

"It was kind of good, surprisingly." You open the car's rear door, placing your bucket of popcorn in the backseat. "When I was paying attention, I liked it. I just wish it wasn't so scary. I thought the visuals were pretty good." 

"Huh? The visuals?" There's a tinge of surprise in Aki's voice, but he quickly shakes his head and corrects himself: "Oh, yeah. You're right." 

Yeah, the visuals. To be honest, Aki wasn't paying attention to them. He hardly watched the movie at all. The entire time, he was staring at you. 

He was watching to make sure you were okay, he was observing the little changes in your facial expressions. He was doting on the cute way you close your eyes or scrunch up your nose when there's a scene you don't like, or the way you stare intently at something interesting, or the way you cling to him when the movie's getting tense — You're perfect. Just staring at you like that, your hand in his, was enough to give him butterflies. 

God, he's not about to say that though. It's your first date, and he's already head over heels. What's gotten into him? 

You turn back to Aki once you've closed your car door, meeting his eyes and slipping your hands into the pockets of your jacket. "I hope I didn't ruin the movie." 

"Of course not. You didn't. I enjoyed it." Aki looks down at his sneakers for a moment, then glances back up, a ghost of a smile forming on his face. "I'm glad you invited me. I'd like to go on another date soon — I mean, if you want to." 

"I'm-" You're flustered for a second, but you stand up straight and nod, clearing your throat before you answer, "Yeah, yeah. I'd like that a lot, actually. I'll let you know next time I'm free." 

With that, you turn to leave. You're reaching for the car door, wrapping your hand around the cold handle, but you freeze when Aki suddenly shouts, "Hey, wait." 

So, you turn back around, and you see Aki awkwardly shuffling, his hands balled up and shoved in his pockets. Even in the dim light, you can see the embarrassment on his face, the unsureness in his eyes, the way his cheeks are tinged a slight shade of rosy pink. Finally, he steadies himself with an exhale of breath, looking up and meeting your eyes. 

"I'm sorry, I hope it's okay if I ask you this, I just… I…" He sounds flustered; he averts his eyes for a second, he rubs the back of his neck with his palm. 

"Is it okay if I kiss you?" 

You stiffen up for a second. Trying to hide your embarrassment, you swiftly reply, "Oh, yeah. Of course." 

Aki hesitates for a few seconds longer. Then, he takes a couple shaky steps forwards, closing the distance between you and him. The light from the street lamp above casts shadows over his face, and his hand comes up to delicately hold your jaw, his palm cold, his fingers trembling ever-so slightly. 

You meet his eyes, and you watch as his gaze shifts from your own, down to your lips, and back up again. And then, finally, with his hand on your cheek pulling you closer, he tilts his head and leans in; your eyes flutter shut, your chest tightens, your stomach flips, and you feel his lips press softly to yours. 

Aki's lips are warm, a little bit chapped; he gives you a quick, chaste kiss, pulling away almost as soon as he leaned in. He meets your eyes when they flutter open, before he sheepishly looks away. 

It looks like there's something he's thinking about, something he wants to say to you, but you don't give him any time to say it — You fist the collar of his hoodie and pull him in for more. You're not going to let that be you and Aki's first kiss.

You hear him make a surprised sort of noise, but he doesn't protest; Aki's palms come to settle on your sides, and he kisses you back deeper, for longer. You grab the back of his jacket, feeling the smooth fabric beneath your fingers. Your lips lock again, then again, as Aki kisses you over and over, each one effortlessly tender. 

Your whole body feels warm, despite the cold chill in the air. Your spine feels tingly, and as your palms travel around to his chest, Aki's hands end up reaching for yours. You find your hands connecting, your fingers intertwining, until you're holding his hands just as tightly as before, and Aki is drawing shapes into your skin with his thumbs through each and every kiss. 

When you finally pull apart once more — Fully, instead of breaking away just to lean in and steal one more — There's heat between you, there's warmth where your breath mixes with his. 

Aki is breathing hard, his eyelids heavy, his gaze deep and filled with adoration. His face is painted bright pink, all the way to the tips of his pierced ears. You catch the way his expression softens, a little smile on his face, before he gives a half-hearted laugh and buries his face in your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you to pull you into a tight hug. 

"Sorry," He mumbles, holding you close, his voice hardly audible as he speaks into your coat, "I didn't mean to keep you out here in the cold." 

You can't help but giggle, and you return his embrace. "No, no, it's okay. I'm not that cold, really." 

Aki holds you for a bit longer. When he steps back, there's a big, stupid grin on his face, and he sounds a little giddy when he talks; it's a look you've never seen out of him, not once since you've known him. It makes your heart pound, it makes you feel like kissing him again, even though you know you should get going. You'll have to remember to kiss him more the next time you see him. 

"I'll, uhm, I'll let you go now." Aki shoves his hands back in his pockets, and as he talks, he's breathing harder, so more cold air wisps out from his mouth with each word: "Call me if you want to go out again, I'm not busy on the weekends. I can pick you up next time, if that's easier. And if you forget my number, I'll… uh…" 

"I won't forget it," You interrupt with a laugh. "I have it saved, stupid." 

"Oh, yeah. Yeah. That… makes sense. So you'll call me, right?" 

"Mhmm. We can go to the movies again if you want." You turn to open your car door, giving Aki one last glance. "But no scary movies." 

And Aki gives you one last smile. "Yeah. No scary movies."  

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What’s in a Name? | Scaramouche/Wanderer x Reader

The Wanderer has accumulated so many titles over the years, you wonder if you can give him one of your own.

Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, You’re not the Traveler, Slightly OOC? (Idk man just let me write my fluff 😭)

Word Count: 1.2k

Warning: This was loosely inspired by a potential leak for the 3.3 Archon Quest so please don’t read if you don’t want spoilers. Also not proofread WHOOPS

A/N: I usually post on my laptop but I’ve only got my phone right now so the formatting’s a little off. I’ll fix it up once I get access to my laptop again 👍

“Stop that.”

“Stop what?”

“That staring. It’s disturbing.”

In truth you didn’t realise you were staring. You couldn’t help it when there was nothing else to do. The two of you had found a freshwater lake to recuperate at. The two of you situated on your respective rocks by the water, your gaze naturally drifted to him when he took up your mind.

Despite travelling together for months, the stubborn little man was somewhat of an enigma to you. But the mystery wasn’t his past - you were fortunate to have him finally open up to you - but what you two were. Months of wandering through Teyvat with no choice but to trust each other with your lives and you still had nothing to personally call him by.

You cleared your throat as you angled yourself towards him.

“So, uh, Scaramouche-“

“It’s Wanderer now.”

“Right, sorry. Force of habit. Can I ask-“

“No, you can not.”

“… Rude. Anyway, is Wanderer a new name? Or a title like ‘Balladeer’?”

“It’s a title.”

“Can I ask what your name is now?”

“… Wanderer is a title and name.”

He always thought he was slick, skirting around answers but he always conveyed more information than he realised. How his cold gaze went from hostile to distant but lonely all the same. He simply had no name, not anymore.

A title can only go so far. You remembered a time you met the fabled Traveler, and instead of calling them such, called them by their actual name the instant they entrusted it to you. You’d never forget the special glint in their eyes when they heard it.

How far could the blue themed man beside you last walking aimlessly across Teyvat with nothing to hold onto except for the very clothes on his back and hat on his head?

“Do you want a name?”

“What’s with all these questions?”

“I’m just curious. If you haven’t realised, your situation is pretty unique.”

“I told you the name is ‘Wanderer’.”

“That’s pretty lame.”

“You-“ His head snapped to you, face lit up in anger until he saw the teasing smile creeping up your face. He didn’t bother stifling his groan as he rolled his eyes and angled his head back to the ground.

“I’m figuring out a new one,” he replied.

“I could give you a name if you want.”

“No.”

“What, are you worried I’m going to give you a stupid name?”

“I know you’re going to give me a stupid name.”

“I’ll have you know my pet seelie loves the name I gave them.”

“That isn’t reassuring.”

Pouting, you turned your full body to him.

“If not a name, can I give you another title then?”

He fell silent, facing forwards to the water as he averted your gaze. His face was unreadable but it was better than his perpetual scowl so that was a good sign, at least.

The Wanderer, hoping you have given up your antics, spared a glance at you only to snap it back to the water when your eyes met. He blames the scorching sun for his cheeks heating up, even though his hat shrouds his entire figure in shade.

“You don’t have to take the title up yourself,” you bargained. “Just a little thing I can call you myself.”

Scaramouche shot you a look that said if anything, that’s worse. But then after some contemplation and mutterings of ‘how the hell do I put up with you’ he shifts a little closer to you. As always, when it came to you he found himself relenting.

“Fine.”

“Thank you, my love,” you beamed.

One second.

Two.

Three.

The Wanderer almost fell into the water.

“You-“ He’s nearly choking on air, dryly coughing into the back of his fist as he sat on the ground having fallen off his makeshift chair. “I- huh- what?!”

“Shhh, you’re going to wake up the entire forest at this rate,” you snickered before you leaned over him, offering a hand to him. He stared at it like it was a foreign appendage before batting your hand away and scrambling up on his own. Situating himself back on his rock, he angled himself away from both you and the water. You didn’t even bother to hide your crestfallen expression.

“Your attempts at humour are pathetic.”

“It wasn’t a joke.”

You faced him still, fighting how every fibre in your body was telling you to look away with how he scrutinised you over his shoulder. He needed to know you meant it, you prayed silently to the archons he knew from your face how genuine you were. But at the sound of his scowl you instantly moved away and faced out to the water.

It had been a long time since the Wanderer was given a title beyond one he set for himself. Of course, “Balladeer” was appointed by the Tsaritsa, but since when was such a title so affectionate? A title so personal, so full of warmth. His first title was the title of “friend”, given to him by someone he would call “friend” back.

And look where that got them. Look how such a title caused him to be left behind.

And now somewhat wants to call him “my love”? Especially you, of all people? The very one who has been transforming his perspective on the world even though he wanted to be stuck in his old ways? The sunlight wasn’t warm enough as a shiver went down his spine.

“No one has used such a title for me before,” he stated as he reoriented himself to face you again, heart cracking just a little at your dejected figure. You jumped at his voice, but you didn’t look at him, eyes focused on your hand that created ripples in the water that sparkled under the daylight. He wanted to continue and say that such titles are weak but his mouth only hung open. No more words came out, but why?

In his silence, you eventually came to face him. You tried to play off your smile as cheeky but he knew better. It was timid, masking over your true vulnerability and uncertainty.

“Well then, I can be the first…?”

His eyes were distant as he looked straight ahead at nothing in particular. On his face, a small but rare smile as he clicked his tongue in mock contemplation.

“Hm… I guess you can.”

Blinking, you shook your head in disbelief. Did you just hear that right? The Wanderer accepting the title you offered him? When you refocused on him, his head was down, hat tipped over his burning face as he looked away.

“We’ve rested long enough. We should keep moving...”

You nod dumbly, hurriedly moving past him to pack your items. As you brushed shoulders with him, your momentum sent a breeze against your ears, the gentle wind carrying a whisper.

“… my love.”

You whipped around to the source of the voice to see the Wanderer looking very amused. Wearing the widest smirk, you’d believe he was mocking you save for the rouge dusting his cheeks, how his icy irises were only thin rings against his dilated pupils.

“What? Cat got your tongue?”

You shook your head, not trusting your voice so you sent him a bright smile as response. A smile that he couldn’t help but mirror as he tipped his hat back down over his face.

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(kazuha x asexual!reader)

warnings: hints of nsfw, mainly fluff, pet names, reader is hinted at being on the ace spectrum, overall just very cute

the embrace was familiar.

the hands that ghosted over your waist did little to nothing to quench the uneasy feeling in your stomach, nor did it help you hide the frown on your features.

the silence in the air was almost suffocating, and the tension felt as if it was thickening with every second that passed between you and your lover.

his hands trailed up to your face, caressing your cheek with his calloused palm; a small reminder of the battles he has fought, sword in hand.

a small yet comforting smile adorned his face as you both locked eyes, his tender touch causing a pleasant shiver down your spine.

“my muse,”

his thumb wiped away a stray tear, before moving to put your hair behind your ear. “if you’re feeling uncomfortable, there is no rush to carry on.”

his tone sounded even softer than what it was usually; the solemn expression he wore silently telling you it was okay.

fitting, really, considering how vulnerable you both were in this moment.

you expected nothing less from the wandering samurai.

“i…” breaking eye contact, you felt guilt seep into your burning skin. “i don’t want to leave you unsatisfied, kazuha.”

he chuckled at that, closing his eyes. “i’m satisfied, dove. your very presence is enough for me, i wouldn’t ask for more.”

he looked beautiful like this, you thought. the moonlight leaking in from the window lit up his features; he was nothing short of divine.

so why was this so hard? denying him? any other person would jump for the opportunity, which begs the question: why haven’t you?

“i love you, so, so much.” a deep breath. “i just have no desire to… do this… i’m sorry.” your voice had turned into a whisper by the end, you were finding it hard to say anything else.

“and… i love you more than anything, no matter what. so why feel guilty?” he pressed his forehead to yours, your noses bumping ever so slightly. “your lack of sexual desire won’t stop me from loving you, my muse.”

a weight was lifted off your shoulders as he said that.

sighing softly, you cuddled into him, your head on his chest as his fingers smoothed over your hair.

“never change, y/n.” he cooed, similar to a bird singing into the night sky.

“i wouldn’t have you any other way.”

❝ 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 ❞

𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗶 𝗵𝘆𝗼𝗺𝗮 is a lifesaver when it comes to packing necessities for trips. skin too dry? he has moisturiser ready. hungry on the road? he already has a snack in his hand. you’re usually forgetful so he always nags about packing well and jotting notes down.

“oh no.” chigiri perks up at how distressed you sound.

“what’s wrong?” he queries as he walks to your side and finds you with a worried expression, looking at the baggage.

“i don’t think i have enough pads,” you whined. now you had to go all the way to a convenience store that’s four bus stops away. you hear chigiri sigh, walk away and come back with- “A PAD!” you squeal and jumped into his arms.

“i knew you would-“ you’re kissing him all over, “forget to-“ forehead, cheek, nose, chin, “bring- stop.” he laughs and smiles.

“no way you actually bought pads.”

“yes way,” he smiles, “wouldn’t want a grumpy woman on a trip.” he mumbles, going in for a peck on the lips.

you playfully smack him away with the pad and walk off into the bathroom. “hope you like scented pads!” you hear him from the other side of the door. oh, what would you do without him.

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nagi seishiro sleeps. this guy can sleep like the dead. in a taxi, on the way back to the hotel, the moment he takes the seat, he’s drop dead. and that’s a problem. and it’s happening right now.

you’re in a new environment, gosh you don’t even know whether the driver is driving the right way, your way too nervous, especially for a holiday. right, a holiday, you told yourself to relax, i mean, it is a holiday…

few moments later, you get anxious because this road does not look familiar. at all. you clasp nagi’s hands, trying to wake him up.

he groans and groggily opens his eyes, “yeah?” he yawns out.

“you think we’re going the right way?” you whisper and he looks out of the window and looks back at you.

“where are we?” you smack his shoulder.

“you pig!” you loudly whisper, hoping the driver doesn’t think your insulting him instead.

“ouch babe,” he rubs his shoulder, “hey don’t worry,”

“how?!” you frown at him, “for all i know, we might be heading to our deaths,” and you peer closer to nagi’s ear, “this driver might be planning to kill us!”

he chuckles, “love your imagination,” he pats your hand, “don’t worry.” he yawns again and returned to sleep.

you smack him once more, this time harder, “you better not sleep,” he mocks a pain expression.

“hey,” he places his hands on your shoulders, “if anything, i’ll be by your side,” then he cups your face, “i’ll protect you.” he opens his arms, gesturing for a cuddle. you couldn’t help but sigh into his embrace.

‘bang’ the car engines goes and then a hump that makes both of you jump, trees and fog surrounds the car.

“baby,” you heard your knight-in-shining armour call.

“yeah?”

“think you can start worrying now.”

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isagi yoichi is a precious little bean. he can’t say no to you. and what’s more worrying than taking rollercoasters in the cold, with the strong, icy winds vigorously hitting the skin, it will be glacial. 

“baby, it’s fine,” 

“you can get hypothermia and i don’t want to risk that,” isagi retorts. 

you then stated many reasons how everything’s going to be ok and if there was really something wrong, you would have seen many dead people in the amusement park right now. 

this precious baby genuinely took a moment to think about your statement and finally gave in. 

you guys took many rides, shrieking and laughing with one another, but came out shivering. 

you see isagi rubbing both of his hands, trying to warm them up. so you intertwined your fingers with his and place them in your pocket, “thank you. for riding the rides,” 

he blinks at you, “you don’t have to thank me,” 

“oh look at you, shivering and all. you could have chosen not to take them but, you did.” you keep his hands tight in yours and pecked him on the cheek. “you could have gotten hypothermia,” you tut jokingly.

isagi chuckles at your remark, “i wouldn’t mind getting it for you,” 

in such chilly weather, you didn’t need a hot shower or cozy drink or a heater to warm you. you just needed him, your one and only, he could melt your heart, make you feel comfortable and mellow. make you feel as though you’re home. 

you look at him with adoration and gave him little pecks, “thank you.” 

he smiles into your kisses and returns it, “anything for you, my love.” 

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itoshi rin wants to experience many new things with you. he simply just does, he wants you to be many of his firsts. you’re special to him.

you spot an ice rink with many people enjoying their time skating and you’re quick to grab itoshi’s shoulder and lead him to the skates.

when entering the rink, you’re squealing with excitement and itoshi just wanted to capture this moment. with the snow falling, bustling movements, lights that glow with your beauty, you fill him with contentment.

“come on!” you wave to itoshi but this is where he hesitates a little.

he might have a good build and all but balancing on slippery surfaces isn’t one of his strengths. he’s gripping the railings at the side, shuffling with tiny steps. while your busy taking photos, you hear a ‘thud’.

you turn around only to find you’re strong, well reserved partner on the floor with the most horrid expression, you couldn’t help but start laughing. you saw itoshi’s deadpan face glaring at you and knew he needed help getting up. you smoothly skate towards while giggling, “skill issue,”

“you,” itoshi gritted out and just when you were about to hold him up, he drags you down and you land on him with a yelp.

you smack him, “the ice is so cold, and my jeans are wet now!” you look up to itoshi and see a sight. his hair was filled with droplets of snow and you burst out laughing, “and you look HAHAH,”

“what?” he stares at you but the more you laughed, the sooner he joined in. he was so glad to experience these moments with you.

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A/N: these were all inspired by moments i had with my athletic ass man, really wouldn’t have these precious moments without him and i’ve never been happier. to the readers, enjoy your holidays !!

perfect places. — a gift from kunikuzushi to you.

scaramouche x gn!reader ꨄ 774 words ꨄ more utc!

i love flowers and i love my little guy so… why not put them in a fic together :’) i think this might become a series, the other fics including the rest of his gifts maybe! im open to ideas!

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the picture-perfect garden was the first of kunikuzushi’s many exquisite wedding gifts given to you the during the week after the wedding. the garden was luscious, overflowing with life, and matched the inazuman-esque estate the two of you resided in perfectly. the garden was complete with tiny rolling waterfalls flowing into the massive pond, polished stepping stones leading up to purple-roofed walkways built over the reservoir below, and lanterns strung from the otogi trees that gave the place a soft glow. kunikuzushi liked to watch you feed the koi fish that inhabited the pond in the morning, your form bathed in the glow of the sunrise and gentle cascading sakura petals. seeing you in this light, he truly believed it was you who was divinity’s incarnate, and not himself. your initial reaction to the gift rather pleased him, your praises making him both happy and smug– because of course you loved it. it was his idea, after all.

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“kuni?! this is incredibly–this is really.. thebestgiftihaveeverreceived! oh, it’s so romantic! how did you even do all of this–when did you even?!” you exclaimed, still taking in garden that seemed like it was taken right out of some old, charming film.

“if i told you, i’d have to kill you,” he smirked, finding your excitement as endearing as ever. tugging gently on your hand, he begins to lead you through the entrance archways.

“oh, giving me the tour now are you? way to dodge the question, honey,” you snickered, fingers interlinking with his.

“it’s not exactly rocket science, i merely hired the right people.” he exhales out something between a scoff and a laugh before continuing, “barely, might i add. i had to supervise them for the entirety of the project, lest they interfere with my planning. you’d think they were babies or something” he rambled, rolling his eyes at the mere memory of his attendants. just how was it possible they were considered some of the best craftsmen mora could buy?

“there’s my kuni, scaring the innocent people of teyvat shitless, as always” you tease. stopping at the balcony, you rest your forearms on the banister overlooking the rolling water below you two, lost in thought as you admired the subtle reminders of his love for you spread throughout the garden, something that would remain hidden to an outsider’s eye, while you and your lover would cherish them. you see, to any other person, kuni’s personal selection of flowers would only be seen as delicate, one-of-a-kind, and most of all expensive. you couldn’t get these blooms just anywhere. but to you and your husband, these flowers represented a story, a heartfelt memory the two of you shared. these flowers are not precious because they cost an arm and a leg to import– they are precious because in each petal lies the timeline of true love.

you don’t even feel kuni’s arms wrapping themselves around your waist to bring you closer, as he leans to press a fleeting kiss to your collarbone. “that look of wonder on your face clearly tells me how well i impressed you–no need to be in a rush to tell me or anything.”

“what a dramatic man i married,” you lightly laugh, tilting your head up to envelop his lips with yours, smiling into the kiss when he deepens it. when kunikuzushi pulls away, your eyelids are still heavy, his lips ever so slightly brushing against yours, as he confesses, hushed, “this garden is the personification of my love. so know that if there is ever a time words fail me, let it speak on my behalf” he whispers, thumbs cradling your cheeks.

it’s only when your honeyed gaze stares into his does he register just how soft his words were, so he abruptly turns around, his back now facing you in a desperate attempt to conceal his blush. clearing his throat, he says, “of course i knew you’d enjoy the garden, which tells me you’ll also like the other gifts i have saved for the rest of the week. you’re predictable, after all.”

“you mean there’s more?!-”

— wondering which flowers made it into the garden? what they mean? have a look in the floriography book! ꕤ

camellias to show his longing for you.

dahlias, for you are his eternal love and his sole commitment.

hawthorns, for you are his standing hope.

honeysuckles, for his devotion and affection know no bounds.

ivy, for his attachment and fidelity cannot be measured by mortal means.

lilacs, for his first love.

finally, lily of the valley, for you by his side was his return to happiness.

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