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bunny-rambles · 5 months

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Hi! Kaeya and number 30, hurt/comfort pls, ty 💞💞💞

30 - You weren’t supposed to hear that.

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characters; Kaeya, gn reader, (brief appearances of Albedo, Lisa and Eula)

cw/tw; alcohol mentioned, misunderstandings, hurt/comfort, tense probably switches a lot

word count; 1.5k

notes; helloooo !! ugh this piece fought me for days and beat me to a pulp, but it’s finally done. Please let me know your thoughts and if this is to your liking hehe,,, enjoy !!

event; 200 milestone

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There was something serene about Mondstat at this time of day. How the burnt oranges and the vibrant pinks swirled above, painting a heavenly picture of the evening sky. The chatter quietened, the breeze softened and the crowds from the earlier afternoon bustle dissipated. The world was preparing for another calm, spring night. And yet you were restless. Your fingers tapped against the wall you were leaning on, foot following the pattern. Impatience was radiating off of you in waves, your behaviour anything but calm - a harsh juxtaposition to the peaceful atmosphere of the city.

“Where is he?” You wondered aloud, glancing back up at the large building in front of you for the fifth time in the last ten minutes. You were tempted to go in there yourself with how long your friend was taking. This was the first time in nearly a month the two of you were free at the same time, your work keeping you away from your homeland and Kaeya’s doing the same. Now you two were finally here at the same time and he’s late. And he was never late. Not to go to the tavern, of all places. Why was he taking so long? All you wanted was a few drinks after a long month of relentless work, was that too much to ask? You huffed, annoyance clouding your judgement as you ascended the stairs to the headquarters. Kaeya could whine at you later for rushing him, you wanted a drink and you wanted one now. And of course, you had missed him... Seeing him again, it was the only reason you were here. The drinks were just a plus.

After a brief walk upstairs to his office, you arrived right outside the captain's office. Your hand hovered over his doorknob, but you halted in your actions when you heard a muffled voice behind the door. Two voices- Three? You pressed your ear to the door curiously, trying to make out the distorted words. You heard laughter, one distinct silky voice mixed in with the joyous atmosphere. Then, you heard the man you had been waiting for speak.

“I love you.”

Your hand on the handle slipped off of the cold metal, falling limply to your side.

“I don’t just love you. I’m in love with you. I love you so much it’s painful for us to be apart. I know it’s sudden, and I know it’s been weeks since we’ve even seen each other. But I love you. I love you so much.”

It hurt more than it should’ve. A vicious stab to your fragile heart that was recovering from the separation you had to endure while you were away. Your relationship with the navy haired man was complicated, to say the least. Those heated stares, those lingering touches… That look in his eyes when you caught his gaze. It was your own fault, really. How could you ever capture the heart of Kaeya Alberich? Everyone in Mondstat was after him. And now, all you were was defeated competition. You hadn’t even realised you were crying until you walked away. Suddenly, you weren’t in the mood to go to the tavern anymore.

“Well, that’ll certainly get your intentions across.” The chief alchemist hummed, a flirty chuckle coming from the next member of Kaeya’s makeshift audience.

“That was adorable, cutie. I think they’ll be over the moon with that.”

“Yes, that was indeed an adequate confession.” A blue haired female nodded, hand under her chin as she agreed. Words of affirmation echoed around the room, agreeing in unison.

Now that he had the approval of his comrades, there were no excuses anymore. He was going to confess to you tonight. He had missed you more than he’d like to admit - the countless unsent letters piling up hidden under his desk proved that. Sentences scribbled out, paragraphs with question marks inked in at the margins; even the suave matchmaker was at a loss to describe his feelings for you.

“Well I must be going now. Wouldn’t want to keep my future lover waiting now, would I?” The taller man chuckled to himself before opening the door, sending a wave over his shoulder at the supportive crowd he was leaving behind. He sighed to himself happily, sauntering down the staircase, too lost in his thoughts to even realise you weren’t there anymore. “Sorry I’m late, darling. I had some things to attend t-“ Only when he started speaking did he realise the only thing waiting for him was an empty space.

“Y/N?”

Perhaps you had just gone to the tavern without him. He was rather late, after all - almost an hour. He felt terrible for keeping you waiting that long, but he was sure you’d forgive him once he revealed why.

But one quick look in Angel’s Share made him come to the conclusion; you hadn’t stepped foot in there. Confused, your friend asked around to see if anyone had seen you. Some told him they had seen you waiting outside of the headquarters, while others said they saw you walking away. When he got to the final person, he realised something was very wrong.

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You heard the frantic knocking, the panicked voice calling your name outside of your door, and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to move. Since you had gotten home, you had curled up under a large, heavy blanket and tried your best to sleep it off. You thought your feelings were selfish, to fall for someone so charming as he. You pitied yourself, too. Compared to him, what were you? Another quiet, weak groan left your throat as you shifted in your bed. He’d go away eventually…

“Y/N.”

He’d go away…

“Hey.”

Please go away…

A startled gasp forced its way out of your lips when you felt the biting cold hit you when your blanket was torn off your body. Your head raised, and your eyes met with the last person you wanted to see.

“How did you-“

“I know where you keep your spare key.” He states as he lets go of the blanket he had just yanked off you, seating himself on the corner of your bed. “A little birdie told me you were upset. Care to explain?” Kaeya’s finger brushes against the damp cheek, and you sniffle quietly. You couldn’t bring yourself to move away from his touch, even if it burned.

“It's nothing, Kaeya… Just go to the tavern without me.”

“Darling, the only reason I was going there today was because you were coming with me. There’s no point without you.”

Something inside of you snapped. The patience you had been clinging onto was in tatters now, and in its place was bitterness.

“Go with your new partner, Alberich. They’d be better company.”

Your friend was taken back, hand freezing on your cheek, halting in the soothing movement of stroking your cheek. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Just get lost, Kaeya.” Finally, you pulled away from him and turned on your side. But he wasn’t going to take that. He turned you around by your shoulder, his large hand holding you in place. “Y/N, what are you talking about? What partner?”

Why did it feel like you couldn’t breathe when he looked at you like that? Those cold eyes that were so warm when they gazed upon your face. “Please don’t…”

“Don’t what? What’s the matter?”

“I heard you…” You heaved a ragged breath, eyes tearing away from his own. Against your wishes, your eyes began to gloss over with fresh tears. “Heard you… In your office… Heard what you said…” The words felt like glass, slicing your throat mercilessly and causing you to choke. Your arm shakily covered your eyes so he didn’t see how you fell apart underneath him over something so selfish. You should’ve been happy for him. He finally had someone to love, someone to cherish - why couldn’t you have just ignored your own feelings when they didn’t matter here? You felt your arm gently being pried away from your face, and what you saw made you heave another sob. The concern shining in Kaeya’s eyes, his eyebrows furrowed and lips curled downwards. Just your distress alone was making his chest tighten, heart twisting painfully.

“What did you hear, Y/N?” His voice was soft, much like the blanket that had been enveloping your body just moments before.

“You loved someone…” And that someone isn’t me

His expression softened, the corner of his lips turning up into a saddened smile. You thought he would apologise, let you down gently. What you didn’t expect was to be pulled to sit up, being held against his warm, firm chest.

“Oh, sweetheart…” He began, fingers carding through your hair gently. “You weren’t supposed to hear that… At least, not like that.” Confused, your head raised slowly, the tips of your noses brushing against each other briefly. “It’s you I’m in love with. I was- heh… Practising.” You blinked, shocked. He continued. “Those words were meant for you later tonight. But I suppose you and I were always on the unorthodox side, weren’t we?” A shaky exhale slipped through your lips, trembling lips forming a small smile.

“I love you… So, please…” He leaned forward, forehead touching your own.

“Don’t cry…”

#happy birthday kaeya #(late but sh)#icymi

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bunny-rambles · 5 months

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thank u for the tag aya ily <3

tagging anyone who wants to do it 🩵🩵

starting my own lil picrew thread because I found one that I've done before that I loved. picrew here!

no pressure tags: @tfshouldidohere @pearbunny @ashitshowforalot @channiesbakery @bbyquokka @hyuuukais

#tag games #buns moots #aya <3

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bunny-rambles · 5 months

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thank you for the tag, aya 🩵

Hydro

"My ideals have no stains. I must correct you. People here bear no sins in the eyes of the gods... Only laws and the Tribunal can judge someone. They can judge even me. So praise my magnificence and purity." Life is in art, and you seek it out. A strong moral compass drives you because your life has been a series of injustices. You strive to live honestly, because then your lies will not feel so heavy. You are an intellectual who defends anyone but yourself. Your dream is to be enough, and your home is where you accept you always were.

this one surprised me but it’s;;; pretty accurate.

tagging whoever wants to do this :)

Today is my turn to tag you! Eheh!

I found this test and got curious of what you will get, I'll start!

Anemo

"Still, the winds change direction. "Someday, they will blow towards a brighter future..." "Take my blessings and live leisurely from this day onward." Life is in beauty, and you cherish it. Freedom drives you because you never had the luxury of choices. You strive to protect others freedoms, because then your pain will have been worth it...right? You are a singer who refuses to speak. Your dream is of autonomy and your home is where you allow yourself to have it.

I had no doubts, ahah. I can say the result is accurate...

Tagging: @bluhen-my-love , @ilielfyrie , @lerychan90 , @https-furina , @miuzki , @soleillunne and anyone who wants to do it!

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bunny-rambles · 5 months

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Hi! I hope you're doing okay!

I have a request if you don't mind.

I go so silent when im owerwhelmed. To the rate its so hard for me talk. I wont be able to join to the conversation even if i really want to. At those days, i just need some cuddles and affection.

What if reader just comes back to home and the character is just laying on the couch and reader lays on top of then without saying anything, just listening to their heartbeat? Can i request it with scara, albedo, kazuha, venti and whoever you want to add?

Have a good day��

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“I’m Here.”

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characters; Scaramouche, Albedo, Venti, Kazuha, gn reader

cw/tw; talks of low mood and anxiety, hurt/comfort

word count; 500+ for each

notes; Hi, thank you so much for this request, sorry it took so long, it just takes forever to get my inspiration going nowadays. I hope you’re still here to enjoy this <3 it’s been stuck in wip hell but it’s finally here now, enjoy. (If some people want to, I’ll see if I can do a part 2 with some other characters. I’m thinking Wriothesley and Neuvillette. Let me know what you think.)

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Scaramouche

“Hey, are you even listening?”

Tired eyes move up towards the small crowd of people around you, focusing on the unimpressed pair of eyes burning their gaze into you. Your hand is idly tapping your pen against the empty piece of paper in front of you, but it quickly stops the second you feel the suffocating feeling in your chest from your entire table watching your every move.

“Sorry.” You apologise quietly, only to turn your head away from your classmate, who just scoffs at your haphazard reply and continues on with whatever they were talking about, their jargon falling on deaf ears.

If you were being honest, you could care less about the topic of the conversation.

Today was just one of those days where you felt that heavy feeling in your head, that light fluttering in your stomach. It felt like something was wrong, but nothing had happened to make you like this. Nothing in the typical sense, anyway. No event to trigger such a reaction, not even a snide whisper about you that caught your attention - nothing. You just felt, to sum it up in one word, overwhelmed.

Silently, you slipped out of your seat and snuck away when the conversation had moved on from your strange behaviour, the feeling all consuming at this point. When you were alone, there was only one thought in your mind: find him.

There were a lot of people who didn’t even bother to try to find out his name, only giving him a simple nickname due to his peculiar style. But not you. No, you were the odd one out, the only one in the entire Akademiya who sought out the company of the sharp-tongued vagrant. Perhaps you were the only one who could understand the true meaning of his biting remarks, the only one who knew just how understanding he could be.

He wasn’t in the lecture today, or anywhere in the Akademiya. That wasn’t too much of an issue. He had told you where you could find him if you really needed him (‘or whatever’, you recall him mumbling as his violet eyes shied away from yours, rose blooming so delicately on his porcelain cheeks).

So your feet moved on their own, stumbling along until you came to a quiet opening in the surrounding mountains of Sumeru. And there he was, perched on the edge of the hill that was overlooking the scenery of the entire city - a silent protector. He looked serene, calm in the gentle glow of the sunbeams shining down on the peak of the rocky formation. Maybe it would be best not to disturb him - you couldn’t even remember the last time he looked so at peace with the world.

You took a step back. A branch snapped noisily under your foot, causing the wanderers head to whip around to face you. His brief look of surprise is quickly replaced with his usual look of indifference.

“Oh, it’s you.” He sounded bored, but not aggravated by your presence. This was a good sign for him. But when you didn’t respond, the blank look on his face shifted as he raised an eyebrow at your lack of response. “Well? Spit it out. What do you want?” He prompted again, albeit a little harshly.

But no matter how much you wanted to tell him why you were there, no words would leave your mouth. It was like your lips were just sealed shut.

Instead, you just sat down beside him, your fingers dancing with one another in your lap. Your lips moved, shaping the words that wanted to come out, but no sound accompanied them. A heavy sigh left your lips, already feeling defeated with not being able to do one simple thing right today.

Luckily, you didn’t need to. With an exhale of breath that matched your own, you heard the rustling of fabric by your side as the puppet opened his arms for you.

“Come here.” He ordered in a soft voice, his eyes avoiding your own. When you didn’t respond immediately, obviously in complete surprise with what you were witnessing, he grumbled something under his breath, too quiet for you to understand. Red began to bleed through his white skin, his teeth gritting together before he spoke again. “I don’t have all day. Now come here before I change my mind.”

Soon, his arms were around you, wrapping you up in his comforting embrace when you finally shuffled towards him. And here, nothing could hurt you, not while all you had to focus on was his fingers rubbing deep, comforting circles in your back. His chin rested atop of your head, mainly to hide the gentleness present in his features as he held you close to his chest. If only he had a heart, just so you could listen to the gentle pounding of it against his chest whenever he touched you. Instead, you heard a soft breeze right next to your ear, flowing in time with the pulsing light of his vision with each time his chest raised to take a breath.

There were no words exchanged between the two of you, only the sweet sounds of birds chirping, and that same gentle breeze that surrounded the both of you while you stayed in one another's arms.

Venti

The door swung open with a loud crash against the wall, a cheerful laugh accompanying the startling sound. “Oh, Windblume! Are you home?” The melodic voice of the bard sang out through his shared home of his partner.

Silence.

This did not deter him, however, as he hummed a quiet tune to himself as he set the freshly picked apples along large bottle of dandelion wine on the table, his hands going to his hips as he listened for the tell-tale sound of your soft footsteps or the sweet cadence of your voice. But once again, the young man was met with an eerie quietness.

“Huh. Guess they’re not home.” Viridescent eyes scan their surroundings before landing on a small note hidden away in the corner of the room, neatly placed on the very desk you had been working at so tirelessly these past few days.

‘At Windrise.’

Oh. So it was one of those days. No matter, he knew exactly what to do when you weren’t feeling your best. After quickly grabbing a couple of apples from the large bag he had carried home, he was already on his way to come find you.

And find you he did, sat alone underneath the towering tree with your head in your hands, looking devoid of any positive emotions. Even in the embrace of the winds of freedom, you still felt tied down from the thoughts swarming in your head. The gentle wind around you playfully tussled your hair, but it did very little to quell the storm raging inside of you, its thunder petrifying. There was a rustle above you in the leaves of the great tree, a few fluttering down to gently graze against your cheeks, like nature's soft kisses. And then a head emerged from them, a wide smile on the owner's face.

“Hello there!” Venti greeted with his signature wink, his twin tails swaying in the wind, his forehead exposed from hanging upside down from the branch. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight, your hand reaching out to carefully pull a few stray leaves out of his hair. He swung himself with his legs to press a kiss against your cheek, an airy laugh coming from him before he finally hopped down to take his place next to you. “I brought you something, but it might be a little bruised now.”

The bard giggled sheepishly before pulling out one of the apples he had grabbed earlier, throwing it up in the air for you to catch. Your hands cradled the ripe fruit, treating it as a precious treasure before you brought it up to your lips for a bite. A sigh left your lips from the sweet taste coating your tastebuds, the flavour almost sinful. But how could it be with the god who gave it to you right by your side? No, this was heavenly. Paradise was in your hand, and you couldn’t help but take another bite, showing off a thankful smile towards your partner who was already tucking into his own.

You expected him to speak, to fill the air with jokes or light hearted chatter. However, the only thing that made any noise right now was the petals of the nearby asters and the tweeting of songbirds. The archon beside you was quiet, waiting for you to speak first. And if you didn’t feel up to talking, that was okay too. He was going to be by your side, no matter how you felt. Much like the wind he commanded, he would always be with you, even on your bad days. No words were exchanged between the two of you. Instead, your head leaned closer to his until your cheek was pressed up against his shoulder, a deep sigh leaving your lips. But this time, it was filled with content instead of your previous anxiety. Venti’s hand that wasn’t holding his own apple gently cradled your head, his fingers lightly threading through your soft hair.

“My dear Windblume, you’ve worked so hard.” He finally spoke, his soft cheek resting lightly against the top of your head, like the softest of feathers.

“Don’t be afraid… I’m here.”

Kazuha

It had been a long day.

A fight with the endless stacks of paper at your desk had left you feeling drained, the walls of your bedroom feeling almost like a prison instead of a sanctuary for dreams and comfort. Your hands trembled as you re-read the few scarce sentences that you had managed to write down, only for them to curl into tight fists around the delicate piece of paper. What does it matter? It barely made sense anyway.

You needed out of this room. Shaky legs pulled your body out of your solitude, into the fresh air and tall grass that brushed against the back of your legs. You weren’t quite sure what led you to this meadow. Perhaps it was just an inexplicable pull you felt that was dragging you towards something more enchanting than the dull surroundings of a desk and barely functioning pen - something more warm, more comforting.

There, sitting in the middle of this peaceful field of flowers, he sat.

Eyes closed, with a serene smile painted on his gentle face, his silvery wisps of hair blowing softly in the winds - much like the swaying stalks of emerald around him. And once those eyes fluttered open to reveal the rubies underneath, you could feel the very air in your throat catch. That smile you admired only widened when his gaze set on you.

“Fancy seeing you here. Care to join me?” Kazuha spoke, his bandaged hand extended towards your own. You felt guilty intruding on such a peaceful moment like this, but when he was looking at you like that, inviting you to spend time with him… Well, how could you possibly refuse? Your hand connected with his own, a gentle tug leading to you seating yourself next to him. Instead of letting go of your hand, or letting his touch linger on your skin for a moment, he interlocked his fingers with your own. His side brushed against your own, your smile slowly but surely mirroring his own curled lips. Silence curled its invisible arms around the two of you, wrapping you up in comforting tranquillity, only found with the closest of companions.

A soft exhale left the man beside you, his body leaning backwards to lay against the ground, his gaze fixated on the clouds above.

“Here.” He whispers, patting the space underneath you to encourage you to join him. “Lay with me. Let your troubles float away with the drifting clouds.”

Carefully, you also laid back, with your hand still intertwined with his own and your other one resting on top of your stomach.

It wasn’t long before you found yourself under his arm, nestled up against his side with your cheek pressing up gently against his chest. His fingers gently began to run through your hair, his movements idle, his soul at peace - as well as yours.

“You don’t have to talk about what is troubling you, dove. But if you ever need to talk to me, or perhaps, if you just want me to be with you - then you need only ask.” The wandering prince spoke, his soothing movements unchanging. “Or just come find me if you feel like you can’t. Your presence is never a bother.” He chuckles softly, holding you closer to his side, his head leaning against your own.

“I promise… You’ll never have to go through anything alone, as long as I’m by your side.”

Albedo

The gentle clinking of glass echoes around the room as a solitary alchemist works in silence. Concentration is etched onto his porcelain face, his lips drawn in a straight line as his gaze fixates on the bubbling liquid inside the flask he was holding in a gentle grasp. He raises an eyebrow, however, when a figure starts to form in the reflection. In the distorted mirroring of the glass, he could make out a pair of saddened eyes staring longingly at him, yet silence persisted in the room. He blinked a few times to make sure he wasn’t just hallucinating - hours alone with various fumes and chemicals did have those side effects, after all. When he concluded he was in fact not deluding himself, he lowered the container carefully and turned around to face the one who had been waiting patiently behind him to finish analysing the results of his experiments.

This was a sight he wasn’t unfamiliar with. It wasn’t the first time he had seen you look so downcast. But rarely did you ever seek him out during these moods of yours, especially while he was working. This was… Unusual. It must’ve been quite serious.

He waited for you to speak, to tell him whatever was on your mind, but no words came. Instead, your eyes refused to meet his own, almost as if you were guilty for disturbing him or bothering him with your presence. But to Albedo, you could never be a bother - your very existence filled him with elation, even if he seldom expressed that notion towards you with words. At least his actions told you otherwise.

“Is there something I can help you with?” He inquired carefully, making sure not to push you too much. Your mouth opened and closed a few times, a few stutters of some quiet words he couldn’t quite make out. He glanced back to his makeshift workshop for a moment before his cerulean eyes locked with your own glassy ones. Deft fingers moved towards the bunsen burner, switching the contraption off before they moved to cup your chin, tilting your head up so your eyes locked once more. He hummed inquisitively, wondering why you looked so upset. But, no matter. If you were here, surely he could be of some use, even if you were unwilling to share what was troubling you.

“Perhaps it’s time for a break.” The blonde declared thoughtfully before intertwining his fingers with your own, guiding you out of the laboratory and into a more peaceful area of the Favonius headquarters. Once inside, he led you over to a large couch, gesturing for you to sit down before he joined you. He cleared his throat awkwardly while opening his arms to you. “I’ve heard that physical contact and affection relieves stress.” He stated, his eyes flitting away from you for a few fleeting seconds. “Would you perhaps like a hug?”

Hesitantly, he shifted closer when he noticed you were doing the same before taking you into his arms and cradling you to his chest. A shuddering breath left your lips as the warmth you had craved all day seeped through your skin, deep into your bones.

“Is… This okay?” The alchemist asks quietly, unsure. You nod against his chest, your own arms circling around his middle. His hold around you tightens. A gentle hand rests on top of your head, his other on your lower back, fingers idly tracing patterns against your back. The motion is calculated, an automatic action, as if he knew exactly what to do to soothe your worries just with his touch alone.

“I’m glad you found me and I’m glad I could help. Please, my darling, stay in my arms until you feel better.” Before you could even open your mouth to ask about his work, he continues, in a soft tone only reserved for you and his little sister. “No experiment or variable compares to the feeling of holding you like this. So please, allow me to indulge myself.”

#icymi #what a nice welcome back <3 #again lmk if you want a part 2

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bunny-rambles · 5 months

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Hi! I hope you're doing okay!

I have a request if you don't mind.

I go so silent when im owerwhelmed. To the rate its so hard for me talk. I wont be able to join to the conversation even if i really want to. At those days, i just need some cuddles and affection.

Have a good day💕

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“I’m Here.”

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characters; Scaramouche, Albedo, Venti, Kazuha, gn reader

cw/tw; talks of low mood and anxiety, hurt/comfort

word count; 500+ for each

Please reblog if you like this!!

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Scaramouche

“Hey, are you even listening?”

If you were being honest, you could care less about the topic of the conversation.

But no matter how much you wanted to tell him why you were there, no words would leave your mouth. It was like your lips were just sealed shut.

Luckily, you didn’t need to. With an exhale of breath that matched your own, you heard the rustling of fabric by your side as the puppet opened his arms for you.

There were no words exchanged between the two of you, only the sweet sounds of birds chirping, and that same gentle breeze that surrounded the both of you while you stayed in one another's arms.

Venti

Silence.

‘At Windrise.’

“My dear Windblume, you’ve worked so hard.” He finally spoke, his soft cheek resting lightly against the top of your head, like the softest of feathers.

“Don’t be afraid… I’m here.”

Kazuha

It had been a long day.

There, sitting in the middle of this peaceful field of flowers, he sat.

A soft exhale left the man beside you, his body leaning backwards to lay against the ground, his gaze fixated on the clouds above.

“Here.” He whispers, patting the space underneath you to encourage you to join him. “Lay with me. Let your troubles float away with the drifting clouds.”

Carefully, you also laid back, with your hand still intertwined with his own and your other one resting on top of your stomach.

“I promise… You’ll never have to go through anything alone, as long as I’m by your side.”

Albedo

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #venti x reader #barbatos x reader #albedo x reader #kazuha x reader #Genshin impact x gn reader

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