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heizours · 3 months
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COLLAPSING CONSCIOUSNESS
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summary. when you faint in the middle of an argument with them (requested)
tags. gn! reader, grammatical mistakes may occur
cw. reader passes out, signs of fainting beforehand, call signs of endearmeant, there are parts where they think that the reader won’t wake up again out of panic, angsty in the beginning
feat. heizou, ayato, xiao
note: i have a history about fainting but i can't tell if what i wrote was accurate enough but, pls lmk if there's something that i should change especially in the warnings.
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HEIZOU.
First off, what was the cause of the argument? I don't think big fights would occur between you and him, you see Heizou is a rational thinker and whatever dispute there will be between the two of you — he is willing to solve it right away. He hates it when the both of you are not in good terms.
How would he react if you fainted? Heizou would be frozen at first, but once his senses reach him, he reacts to it immediately once he sees you in an unconscious state or you're just about to fall unconscious.
He is a great detective that is level headed even in the brink of danger but when it comes to you, all those greatness disappears because you're the only one who can make him this vulnerable.
"And I came back, all in one piece aren't I? [Name], what's all got you so worked up over this plain case?" Heizou's tone remained stern, as he tried to keep this little dispute under good wraps.
However the problem here is, he isn't getting your point of view. He is talking about how easy this case was, while here you were at you're wits end after gathering information that this case he claimed to be easy, is very dangerous to the point it can costs his life if he wasn't careful enough in the first place.
To add more gasoline to the fire, he had gotten an injury from it and tried to also hide it from your prying eyes which just increased your disappointment in him.
“You’re simply not getting it, I am getting worked up because if you weren’t careful enough, you could have killed yourself. Speaking of coming back in ‘one piece’, how about that injury you had taken from it huh?” You backfired, as the temperature in the room continues to rise between the two of you.
You could feel the continuous pulse in your head and the sudden need to go to the bathroom as the a tense feeling climbs up your throat, yet you paid no attention to it, thinking it’s nothing more than that.
But, you were very wrong about it. As the argument escalates further, so does your need to breathe and get much air as possible, continues to increase rapidly as well.
Sick of simply hearing his repeated explanation, you decided to stand up from the chair you were seating, finding a pace to cool off and avoiding the path where you could possibly lash out on him.
Unexpectedly, you find yourself standing steadily on the floor for a moment as the noises around started to gradually fade away.
There is this feeling from within you that you need some air or you want to puke, you tried to remain unaffected, ignoring the concern look Heizou was giving you after stopping in place.
It didn't stop there- your sense of hearing was starting to get fuzzy almost turning you deaf as Heizou’s words were beginning to be incoherent in your part. 
You could feel the air inside your body being sucked out, like you're losing the oxygen that you need, and black spots began clouding your vision, not before the world before you was spinning.
You heard someone shouting and shaking you vigorously, and with all your might you tried to respond back yet nothing came out, as your mouth remained open without saying anything. 
Your body was starting to lose it's balance as it started to fall carelessly, and the last thing you felt before losing yourself was a gentle yet firm hand wrapped around you.
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Frozen.
That’s what Heizou had felt when you fell right into his arms.
Looking back at what happened when you’re already laid out in his arms, he could still clearly remember how his eyes widened in fear, and for the first time in his life, he didn’t know what to do. His thoughts were scattered all around the place, as all he could think about is to get you urgent help, but at the same time he doesn’t want to leave you by yourself.
He remembers it all too well, how he finds himself trembling slightly, frozen in place and filled with deep regret by his unthinkable actions. 
You were just looking out for his safety, like he have always did back at you, yet when you’re the one who reprimanded him to be careful, all he did was caused you further harm. You didn’t want to let him know the uneasiness you were feeling, and that what greatly fears him the most.
What if you never wake up again?
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As you fluttered your eyes open, you were met by a ceiling, as you process what just happened not too long ago - Heizou, who was sitting right beside you caught wind of your consciousness and sat right up.
"..[Name]? Can you hear me?" He spoked with such tone that you could feel that a part of his voice cracked out of nervousness and worriedness because of how he was fidgeting in his seat.
You turned your head at his direction, silently observing him - he seemed to be in such a distress by how he looked. As you tried to sit up from the bed you were resting on, Heizou didn’t waste a millisecond of helping you be comfortable in the position you wanted.
"W-what happened?"
You stuttered out, while still feeling a little drowsy from the incident.
"...You f-fainted, it happened right in front of me while we were having a misunderstanding. Before you could fall on the ground, I made it near you as soon as I can so that the fall wouldn't be worse than what I am imagining." Heizou started, as he began to fidget once again and bit his lip to prevent the tears that are threatening to come out.
"Y-you were unresponsive [Name], I was trying to shake you, to get something out from you, anything to let me know that you're still there, my cries of help was heard by the General Gorou, he and his comrades calmed and distract me down while a healer was called upon by the Young Priestess."
He continued.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry that I made you feel this way my love. If - I wasn't so stubborn to listen to your concerns, maybe this could have been avoided. What I did, was horrible - I shouldn't have been angry about what you said, I had let my words get the best of me during the heat of the moment, I'm sorry."
He finished, averting his eyes away from you out of shame.
As soon as you heard his side of the story, you leaned forward to cup his cheek into your hand, turning him to face you. Despite the tiredness, you let out a grim yet genuine smile along his way, as if to assure him that you too are sorry.
"Oh my love, hush now - I'm alive and still breathing here and right in front of you, see? Do not take all the blame by yourself, as I have a fault too. I'm sorry for lashing out on you like that, when all you did was doing as you're told to, and for making you worried as well. We we're both in the wrong." You replied
Heizou grabbed the hand that was cupping his cheek, snuggled into it before giving a long peck on it before turning to look at you.
"I'm so glad you're alright, I really am. My heart, it always beats for your name, it calls your name and you have no idea how it dropped in a heartbeat like how you dropped in my arms."
He leaned in for a peck on your forehead, before grabbing your face gently into his hands, as if he was holding the whole world.
"You, you are the very essence of my existence"
Heizou finished. 
All the tension, fear, anxiousness and pent up emotions that he was holding while you were resting unconsciously was now free, away from it’s cage. The detective couldn't help but to smile at you, that is so full of love and care.
"Now, it's time for you to rest easy again my love. I suppose we won’t be stubborn for the meantime, aren’t we?"
He affirmed while hinting you with a joke at the end of his reminder about your stubbornness, that he also sometimes has.
You couldn’t help but laugh in response, before nodding.
All is well now, and the both of you couldn’t ask for more. What makes the moment more significant, is that you both knew.
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AYATO.
Arguments doesn’t occur often as well when you’re in an established relationship with the Kamisato Head, but if minor disputes were to emerge between the two of you, he would like to cool things off like giving you space and him some space to sort things out. 
How would he react if you fainted while the both of you are in the middle quarrel? He would immediately set aside whatever the both of you are fighting about, and he’ll be catching you the moment that his instinct tells him so that you’re not feeling well.
He tries to be calm, but his strained voice tells another story. When threat comes close to you that is too much for his comfort, his serene image falls into shambles.
“I don’t know when will I come back, but if the night is already falling late, please do not wait for me anymore, darling.” Ayato announced, still busy on his table
Recently, Ayato has been trapping his self inside his office and has been going on for a while now, much to Ayaka’s concern. At first, you didn’t tried to intervene with it even though you’re worried, since you knew how much your significant other cares about the well-being of the common people.
But, judging by how much he is being selfless to the point where he is not even properly taking care of himself, you decided to step in and pay him a visit with a tray of tea in your hand. You started off with a conversation and then brought up the idea of him taking a break, by drinking the tea you had visited him along with, and as usual - what he had said earlier was his response to your offer.
The situation isn’t getting any better, especially that you have sensed that you’re not feeling like yourself as well. Despite that, you pushed away what you’re feeling at the moment, and chose to persuade Ayato to rest instead.
“Then, can you at least drink the tea I have prepared for you? I’m worried, Ayaka’s worried, we’re all worried about you.” I expressed ignoring the lightheaded feeling that is coming from within me.
“[Name], as much as I would rather do it, I can’t have this documents hanging around. You know that right? Please leave me be while I am still having the patience to do so.” Ayato argued back, his voice trying to sound calm and gentle as possible yet it sounded disapproving.
This time, what you were feeling that you dismissed not too long ago, somehow become worst. In fear that you’ll add more to Ayato’s pent up stress, you just silently agreed and gave up the fight, deciding to take the rest and you’ll try again tomorrow. 
Turning your back on him, your body suddenly felt the need to fall - your vision began spotting black and white forces as if it’s forcing you to close your eyes, then came in an annoying yet blurred ring in your ears.
It doesn’t stop there, you could feel your head hanging low, you’re body was rapidly falling and you have nothing to lean on to.
Before you can even entirely fall, Ayato grabbed you by the waist preventing you from the incoming impact. By the time he sat down with you on the floor, you were already unconscious. 
Ayato turned your body around so you’re facing him, tapped your cheek multiple times, and shook you gently awake, but to no avail, you remain unresponsive.
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Guilty.
That’s what Ayato felt, looking from the situation you were in right now.
Not once did he left your side the moment you fell senseless in his arms, no he didn’t want to take the chance - and instead shouted with all his might, that he has never done before, to get you instant help. 
And he still hasn’t left you alone, as you were laid down on a futon that you’re resting upon. For once in a blue moon, Kamisato Ayato was scared of even leaving you out of his sight. 
It creeps upon him, that all you did was cared and understand him as a busy man, all you asked for once is for him to take a rest even though you should also be doing that to yourself, but no - you putted him first before your well being, and that what makes him feel that he should be accountable for what happened to you.
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The first thing your eyes laid upon was Ayato, who continued to seat in deep silence, not until when he looked at the slight sound that was caught up by his ears, as he let out quiet gasp of surprise and relief.
As you fidget to sit up from the futon, Ayato took action and gently helped you sit right up. When you finally settled down, he continued to stare at you in silence, but his eyes tells a different story.
They softened at the sight of you, but despite that they were also letting you know how much ache, and ashamed do they feel from putting you in this kind of state.
“...You’re alright, I’m glad.” Ayato whispered, the relief relevant at the tone of his voice, yet you could also that there’s a part in him that just wants to burst out in tears, seeing that you’re still here in front of him, alive and breathing once again.
You looked at him tenderly, as you reached out to grab his hand and squeezed it tenderly and gently, to affirm him that all is alright.
That was the breaking point.
It was Ayato’s last straw, as the tears he was trying to push away to put up his casual facade finally began to stream silently. He brought your hand near his lips, as he pecked it gently and held your hand closer to his face, rubbing it on his cheek, as if holding your hand was his lifeline.
“..I’m sorry, I truly am. I’m sorry for denying your care, I’m sorry for denying your concern and worries, I’m sorry that I made you feel this way. It was not what I intend to do darling, maybe if I did agree for that cup of tea, this situation would have been prevented, and you could have been able to tell me.”
He expressed, the regret clearly evident in his voice, as he grasped on tightly yet gently to your arm that he brought closer to him, placing a light peck every now and then as if it was an assurance to him that you’re still here right beside him.
You cupped his face by cupping your other hand on the other side of his cheek, as if you were holding the whole world in your hands right now, gesturing him to look at you in the eye. Never once did you look at him with such hatred nor misunderstand, but instead kept up the sentimental look that you always used to.
“We were both in the wrong, I hid how unwell I was feeling because I didn’t want to be a burden to you nor be added as something that can distract you. But what matters the most to me right now, is that all is well, my darling.”
You stated, as a gentle smile made it’s way on your face even though a little bit the drowsy feeling is still present there.
Ayato couldn’t help but smile back, as he let out a big sigh of relief, not before affirming you with such words you couldn’t help but feel giddy about.
“From this day forward, I will save the time to rest from being a workaholic man, and I am expecting that you, are to rest with me as well. Will that be a good negotiation between us, darling?”
Ayato replied with a hint of tease at the end of his sentence, as you nodded while laughing lightly - glad that he seemed to be in good spirits now.
He looked at you with such a tender face, as if you’re the whole purpose of his life, that he couldn’t help but to blurt out such words, it just adds to the evidence that despite being focused on his work in the past few days, all he could think and miss about was you.
“I burn for you, [Name], I’ve always been.”
Ayato whispered lovingly.
Stuck in the midst of the sincere moment, the both of you couldn’t ask for more other than the fact, that the love between the two of you is still burning, and it increased more than ever.
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XIAO.
Arguments with Xiao tend to be a little rocky, only in the beginning of your relationship though. He avoids bringing arguments into the relationship but if the argument continues to grow bigger like a raging fire, he wants things to not be as worst as it already is, and would try to sort things out in the best way he thinks it would work.
How would he react if you fainted? Xiao won’t have time to comprehend what is happening, because as soon as he senses that something about you is not right, he would be right by your side in a heartbeat. His priority first is to get you to safety, before he would ask such things.
He can’t  find a way to stay put, because even if Xiao can stay level headed at such emergencies, he can’t act the same when you’re the one being directly involved.
“...This isn't working out” Xiao said, breaking the tense silence between the two of you after a brief moment.
The argument wasn’t that bad at first, but as the both of you backfired such words at each other, it had came to the point where it is already big as it is before the both of you could even realize it.
Stuck in the midst of trying to mend again the misunderstanding in each other’s perspective, you forgot the fact that you’re not feeling well at the meantime as well, wanting for this argument to be fixed up first.
Looking back at what he previously said - You freeze in your spot, almost as if a bucket of cold water was dump right at your face. You couldn’t find the right words to respond to it, almost as if you’re questioning if Xiao really thinks about it like that.
Xiao’s back remained turned against you, arms crossed as you were right behind him almost in the dark, if not for the moon illuminating some light across his room in Wangshu Inn.
Your breath becomes shaky, but you remained your ground.
“....Well, do you love me?”
You asked, dodging the question he gave and instead gave him another one taking in slow deep breaths maintaining a good pace in hopes that the ringing in your ears would soon stop.
Xiao stood silent, back still facing you - If only you could see how his eyes widened slightly at the question.
“This isn’t the right time for you to be asking m-”
“Do you love me?”
You asked again, ignoring the sudden light headedness that washed over you, as you tried to plant your feet on the ground. The air was silent for a moment, but something was not right, almost as if something more eventful would happen.
Every millisecond that passes by as you await for his answer, your body starts wobbling on it’s own, as black and white spots began to cloud your vision.
This time, Xiao turned his back on you, but before he could give his answer, he gasp in shock at the state you’re in. Your face was pale, and it seemed that at any minute or even second your body would give up on you.
The high pitched ringing in your ears was more vigorous than ever, and your body screams for you to do something. The blood that flows right through you suddenly drops, as your consciousness leaves you, but before you can fall with a loud thud, a firm grip held you down.
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Clammy.
Xiao’s hands was clammy from the nervousness and guiltiness sucking him in.
His voice was caught in his throat the moment he caught you, as he tried to speak, to shout for help, anything at all, but all he managed was to inhale a harsh breath, as his grip on your unconscious body tightened.
And at last, for the first time in his life, Xiao shouted for help, he didn’t care who it was, anyone will do, as all he knows is that he can’t lose you right at this moment, not now, not ever. 
The tone in his voice still held with the same firmness but if anyone were to listen closer, it was at the verge of cracking from despair, as he tried to gently shook you awake while still calling out for help.
He looked down on you, worried flickering in his eyes as the minutes continued to passed by, while the gut in his stomach continued to dig deeper, it was such a sickening feeling that he thinks he’s about to go crazy.
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You stirred in the futon, as you slowly gained back your consciousness - eyes darting around the room looking for a certain person, until your eyes landed on him who’s at the balcony, staring off into space outside, as he gripped the wooden railings to ease down his thoughts.
“..Xiao?”
Your voice came out as weak as you’re still recovering especially at a state like that, but Xiao heard it all too well as his eyes snapped open in your direction.
The both of you had a stare off for a moment, and before you knew it, he was right in front of you in just a few strides, as he kneeled down at the side of your futon.
You slowly sat up, as Xiao helped you gently. The both of you still as quiet as ever, that is until you caressed Xiao’s cheek giving him an assuring look.
He let out a shaky sigh of relief, as if the weight in all his body has been now lifted, as he lifted his hand to grasp and caress your hand, leaning further into your touch, as if it was his lifeline.
“..Don’t scare me like that again, alright?”
Xiao whispered, almost too quiet as his voice was on the verge of cracking again - this time not from the despair he felt not too long ago, but because from the comfort and solace provided by your warm touch.
There was a beat drop of silence before the yaksha glances at you once again, still with a heavy heart from the events that took place not too far ago.
"..My life...it revolves around you. You are the reason I breathe, you are the reason I continue to live. Telling you that I love you is an understatement to begin with, because it would not be enough for how much you mean to me."
Your eyes soften as Xiao stated those words with a sincere tone, as he pressed a peck on your wrist, looking at you still as if you are star that hang and brought back the light in his life. It was his own way of apologizing to you.
"We will work this out.."
Xiao continued, nodding at you with affirmation and determination.
"We will"
You repeated with a light yet groggy chuckle, as Xiao pressed a kiss on your forehead this time, before gently placing his hand at the back of your head bringing the both of your foreheads closer to each other.
"Rest, and after that we will talk and fix this out calmly"
He whispered.
No words were spoken after that, but the both of you knew this was enough assurance that in every afterglow, there is a daylight. The both of you will work this out just fine.
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atskiruma · 1 year
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the maid cafe at the school festival
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expl: you offered to volunteer at the maid cafe being held in room 3-2 when you realized they needed more employees, you and your friend were having a great time until someone you knew walked in with their friends
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"I'm really sorry to ask you this, but could you two come to help us out? We really need the added assistance and few people are willing to do it..." The committee president said, looking feverishly ill from the amount of stress they were taking on at the school festival.
Before you could pipe up your opinion, your friend had already beat you to it and was offering to help out class 3-2 with their festival project.
You sighed, knowing this would be either embarrassing or publicly humiliating. Your friend got up and began following the committee president, which you did seconds later after you recollected your thoughts.
They took you into the classroom of 3-2, which was decorated with streamers at the front doors and tables set up like a cafe. You know what they were doing beforehand since it seemed to be the talk of the school for a short while. The people already working at cleaning the tables smiled at you and your friend, happy that at least someone had come.
"Here, you'll be wearing this for the time you're here, you can wear it over your clothes or you can wear the full outfit in the back." One of the workers said, it looked like she was holding the whole place together.
Your friend grabbed your hand and let out a quick, "Let's go," before walking into the closet area of the classroom. They began putting on the outfit they preferred, and you did the same, knowing you'd be here for a while just from how much they were beaming at the opportunity given to them.
In reality, it didn't go half as bad as you thought, you were having a lot of fun! And it seemed like the customers coming in were having fun too. The food was really good and the drinks were pretty easy to learn.
You heard the door open again and turned around to greet whoever came in, seeing as you were closest to it.
"Hey, come on in, how many will you be having to-"
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Tighnari looked shocked when he saw it was you working here, and more shocked when he saw what you were wearing. You two knew each other from working well in science class as partners. The crush you had on him was a bit big, which was why you were so embarrassed for him to see you like this.
Your friend turned the corner and put a hand on your shoulder, smiling at the 3 boys who had walked in. "Hey, you guys! Come on over, I've got a table over here that's free." Leading them to the table closer to the windows in the back. You watched them walk away and tried to cool your face from the redness it got at that moment.
You weren't the one who was serving them, your friend did it for you. All you did was watch from the distance here and there to see what they were doing. What you didn't notice was Tighnari kept sending glances at you the whole time.
Cyno also seemed to notice this and nudged Aether next to him. The two boys looked as Tighnari took a sip of his drink but also glanced towards your back at the front of the room.
When your friend returned with the food, Cyno spoke, "Could you get that person to come over here real quick?" Tighnari lowered his eyebrows at his friend in an irritated matter. Your friend looked where Cyno was pointing and smiled, nodding and telling them they'd be right back.
When you finally walked up to them, Tighnari avoided your eyes while Cyno smiled brightly up at you.
"My friend here was wondering if he could get your number?" Cyno said while pointing toward the embarrassed green-haired boy. Tighnari looked up at you, silent, and you smiled while taking the napkin on their table and writing down your number.
Aether looked shocked, Cyno smirked, and Tighnari blushed even more when you handed it to him and walked off.
Both boys patted him on the back when they left, and a 20-dollar tip with your name on it was left on the table in Tighnari's handwriting.
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The only reason that Xiao came in the first place was that Aether suggested the idea, Ganyu wanted to come along, and Venti practically dragged him from his spot in the tofu booth.
That was when the person to greet them was none other than you, Xiao's crush for the 3 years they'd attended high school. His face was flat and empty when he saw you, masking the absolute embarrassment in him when you saw he came to a place like this.
Venti chatted you up the whole time you served their table, and Xiao sat closest to the window and said nothing while he stared outside of it. Ganyu was a sweetheart and asked if there were any vegan meals being served in the nicest manner possible. Aether was also very nice and asked if the chefs could make something last minute for his sister before they left.
But Xiao? Quiet as a mouse, you even looked over at him every time they called you over to their table. Sometimes, they didn't even call you over to order, they just wanted to chat with you.
It worried you a little bit, you knew that he was normally quiet, but he seemed even more on edge today. It changed when you walked over again on your own will seeing as you had nobody else to serve for a bit.
"Xiao? Are you alright?" You asked with a worried expression on your face. The sound of your voice calling his name caused him to nearly shoot out of his chair. Venti, Ganyu, and Aether also looked toward their flustered friend. All the poor boy could do was nod and keep looking out the window, his face beginning to match the half-eaten caramel apple on Venti's plate.
"He's just shy, right Xiao!" Venti said while patting him on the back obnoxiously. It was like you were staring at a statue with how stiff he was in his chair. And it continued to be that way the whole time they stayed.
Feeling awful for him, when the other 3 were busy talking to another worker there, you snuck around and placed a small plate of almond tofu in front of him. His eyes immediately shot to where your arms were placed on either side of him while you reached over behind him.
"Sorry that you're feeling this way Xiao," You said while patting him on the back a bit. His face darkened in blush, but a small smile was evident while you walked away to keep doing your work.
When you returned to the empty table, unable to send them off because it got so busy, you saw the empty tofu plate and a 5-dollar bill with Xiao's number underneath it.
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Heizou was more interested in staying where the puzzle-themed booths took place, but with how persistent his friends were he finally agreed and came along for the ride.
His shock was not as exaggerated as the other boys were, he was happier to see a familiar face in a place like this. Now, Heizou was definitely a little surprised to see you working here out of all the fun booths and cafes surrounding the school, but he wasn't one to judge.
It wasn't until you were the one to be serving them, did he finally put more attention onto you. It wasn't like he didn't know who you were, his crush on you lingered for a while now ever since the two of you partnered up for math this year.
It just seemed like seeing you in such an outfit made him pay even more attention to you, so much that he didn't even listen to what his friends had to say because he was so busy staring at you across the room.
You had a lot of people's attention that was for sure, practically being handed tips left and right as you walked by the tables you previously served. His jealousy boiled a bit in his stomach, but he tried to ignore that feeling and keep enjoying the time spent with his friends.
Kazuha even asked him if he was alright at one point, seeing his friend look a little irritated in a direction he couldn't quite catch. But Heizou just shook it off as he was a little weirded out being there. Which was a lie, he liked how lively it was and how kind the workers were.
Heizou finally reached his breaking point when he saw someone try and flirt with you while you served another table. He got up from his seat and excused himself from his friends with a smile. Walking over to you with an irritated look on his face and standing behind you with his arms crossed.
The person flirting with you seemed to stop talking, and you smiled in a confusing manner before turning around and seeing Heizou really close to you.
"Oh! Heizou! What's the matter?" You said with a tilt of your head at his appearance. His eyes were still glaring at the person in front of you two, but a couple seconds later he looked down at you with the softest gaze and smile.
"I'm alright, I was wondering if you could come back over to our table for a bit." His words made you smile at him, lightly patting his bulging muscular shoulders that were tense from the other person's move on you.
"You could have just waved me over! Come on, let's go." Smiling at him before turning to walk back to Kazuha and the others. He gave the person one last nasty look before he turned to you with a kind gaze and followed you.
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Alhaitham was not shocked, nor surprised to see you here. He was more interested in just sitting down to chat up a conversation than anything else. Kaveh suggested they get a bite to eat, and this was the closest thing to them.
Alhaitham knew you, sure, but he wasn't in the same grade as you, being in the grade above and only really seeing you when you'd be walking around the school with your friend or attending school events like this one.
That's why he was so interested in finally getting a chance to speak to you more. Seeing as the crush he held for a while that was only flamed with short glances in the hallway and mentions of your name could finally ignite more.
And ignite it did, you were really nice to them the whole time and even helped the 2 boys navigate the slightly confusing menu that the committee leader put together. You asked if they had allergies if they preferred different seating since the sun was blaring a little bit into the room, etc.
Kaveh even noticed that his friend seemed to smile more when you came around to ask how everything was. A smirk led onto his face when he realized it was good bait to tease Alhaitham. Saying something embarrassing in order to brighten up his face and get him blushing just as you were rounding the corner to check on them again.
"How is- Oh my! Alhaitham are you okay? You don't have a cold do you?" You said before instinctively reaching down to press a hand to his forehead. The small action blew up his face in a stream of red while Kaveh nearly fell out of his chair laughing.
"I'm fine, really," Alhaitham spoke with a smaller voice than his usual confident one. Kaveh continued to laugh at his friend who almost never lost his cool while you kept asking if he needed anything to help.
"Please let me know if there's anything I can get you." Your worried tone made it even worse for him, the poor boy was shifting in his seat from how embarrassed he was.
When you finally walked away, the glare that sent Kaveh's way from Alhaitham was the icing on the cake. The blonde kept mocking his friends' small tone when replying to you. At one point, you even walked by to serve another table and placed a glass of water next to him. Which he couldn't even smile to appreciate before his eyes caught Kaveh's cheeky ones.
A note was left before they left, from Alhaitham, apologizing for the events that happened, along with two 20-dollar bills. You smiled looking down at the note and folded it to save in your pocket for later. Why had you never paid more attention to him before?
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" first kisses "
✧ kunikuzushi, shikanoin heizou, yae miko, childe, collei, albedo ; fluff ; 5.6k words
✧ collei ended up being way longer than the others haha
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  kunikuzushi has voiced his discomfort with touch many times, when you took his hand in the darkness of an underground cave, or patted him on the back after he negotiated out of a sticky situation, and every time you let go instantly without question, and didn’t touch him again for days and days. and yet now, he finds himself longing for the caress of your hand, wondering what it would feel like to kiss you.
   it’s a bit troubling, and he crushes the instinct every time, but it always comes back, wandering into his mind at the worst of times; in the midst of battle, you spin after lancing a treasure hoarder through the chest, and all he can think is how beautifully a spray of blood frames your face, leaving him motionless in the air for a moment, just enough time to be slammed to the ground, skidding through the dirt with the wind knocked out of him.
  you shout his name, panic lacing through your tone, and he curses himself for his stupidity as you spin a flurry of blows against his attacker before rushing to his side. he struggles to a sitting position, wincing as he fights to draw air in. how could he do something so dumb? to be distracted by you of all things while fighting? you, that stupid [name] who is so – who is nothing more than a hindrance, but –
  and then he’s struck dumb again as you kneel over him, inspecting for wounds without touching his skin even for a second. he wants to run his hand through the strands of your hair, left in a messy state and hanging softly around your jaw. you locate a bruise on his leg and dig for a salve in your pocket, unscrewing the top and handing it to him.
“jeez, what the hell was that?” you say, affection and irritation mixing in your voice. “how’d you get so unfocused, huh? we’re in the middle of a fight! you can’t just drift off like that and leave yourself open.”
the words wildfire frustration through his blood, anger that he can’t explain. how dare you act annoyed by his mistake when you caused it in the first place? “it’s your own damn fault,” he spits, voice more venomous than usual. he regrets it when your eyes widen and you look almost hurt, then confused. “wait, what? what did i do?”
  what did you do? he repeats the question in his mind. it’s more like – it’s just, it’s what you won’t do that’s driving him insane, and how you don’t even notice – how can you be so oblivious to his internal dilemma? the way he looks at you, even he knows it’s so far beyond the sharp rivalry you enjoy, or even friendship.
"you – i got distracted by you,” he says, and hates the way his voice cracks, hates how your face softens when you hear it. “because your face is – it’s – ” so unfairly pretty “ – so – so ugly, and – ” he can feel his blazing red blush raising. “ – and i couldn’t focus, damn it!” he finishes. “so change how you look or – or just shut up about it.”
  you look shocked for a moment, and then understanding appears on your face, the kind that makes him even more angry for reasons he can’t explain even to himself, and you half smile at him, hesitating for a moment before tucking a flyaway strand of dark hair behind his ear. he flinches away from the sudden touch and you jerk your hand back, mouth already opening, but then –
  then he catches your wrist, holding it where it is. and you both sit there for a moment, staring into each other’s eyes. your eyes, that are full of feeling and thought and human emotion, and he can only imagine that you see your reflection in his own fathomless irises, as cold and empty as a puppet’s black button eyes.
“kuni,” you say in a hushed voice. he can feel the pulse of your wrist, quick as a rabbit’s, and his own breathing is suddenly coming fast and shallow. the moment stretches out, some expression of surprise and hostility frozen on his face, and yet he can feel his own yearning. the pain in his chest as his eyes flick down to your lips. you swallow, tilting your head to catch his gaze. his face flames even brighter, but there is no mockery or judgement in your expression; just a soft, understanding longing.
“can i kiss you?” you ask softly, and his heart is in his throat, fear that mingles with aching, and there is nothing in the world he wants more in this moment than you. before he can think twice he gives a quick, tiny nod.
  you move closer, and he smells your gentle, clean scent that reminds him of rain or orange blossoms; the smell that curls through his dreams, and he has a second to think you even smell pretty, before you press your lips to his, and then he’s not thinking anything at all but there is a drifting, incoherent feeling of plain, serene happiness that he has not felt in a long time.
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  shikanoin heizou has kissed people before; he’s kissed lots of people, more than he thinks is socially acceptable. he’s kissed most everyone he wants to. almost nobody can stand up to the full power of his charm and charisma, with his boyish good looks and the boundless intelligence behind his jade green eyes; sometimes just a single wink can do the trick.
  kissing is entertaining, for him, there’s no deeper emotion behind it. just something to do when you want to have some fun. he’s flirtatious, and maybe irresponsible, but it doesn’t cause anyone any harm, these shallow feelings that entwine with his playful, immature desire. he’s never wanted someone before. never felt a deeper pull than the one in the moment that can be satisfied with just a moment of contact.
  until now; until he met you; and now he is consumed by the dream of what your lips feel like. you are elusive, and enigmatic, and the most beautiful person he has ever met, with soft and sweetly knowing eyes that are earnest and yet unreadable to him in a way that no one he’s met has been before. it’s a foreign feeling, this yearning, and he wonders with a twinge of guilt whether he has taken this role for another person before with his casual inclination to flirt.
  he’s sitting beside you, leaning against a tree with his elbows balanced on his knees. you’re toying absentmindedly with a flower, tearing the petals off one by one, and his gaze is determinedly on the sky and not the way the light glints on your long eyelashes.
“do you think you’re a good kisser?” you ask suddenly, eyes still fixed on the flower as you open your palm and watch the soft petals flutter away in a breeze. his gaze flicks to you, and he’s taken off guard, but only for a moment. “depends on your definition of good,” he says evenly. “i’ve had a lot of practice.”
you laugh so hard you have to steady yourself, and it wounds his pride just a bit. he can’t tell if you’re making fun of him. you take a deep breath and then smile at him, eyes sparkling with some private joke.
“i’ve heard,” you say. “you’ve got no shortage of admirers here in inazuma, huh?”
“or anywhere.” he gives a small bow, and you laugh again. the sound sends a burst of satisfaction through him; a tiny victory, maybe. he always feels as though he’s accomplished something meaningful by making you laugh.
  you go silent, looking at him with a small grin that is, as always, indecipherable. he shudders as a tiny gust spirals up his spine, but keeps his eyes on you, trying to maintain his composure.
“what about you?” he questions, balancing his head on his hand, in as even and cool a voice as he can manage. “are you a good kisser, [name]?”
your smile grows. “good enough,” you reply easily, stretching out your legs and yawning. “probably better than you. why? do you wanna find out?”
  he swallows. his palms are slick with sweat, and he clenches his fingers into fists, taking a beat before he opens his mouth. you watch him without a word, looking more serious than you did before.
“yeah,” he answers. his voice is hoarse, but the easiness of the word is almost surprising. after everything, it was this easy? if he had known that – that the key to gaining this opportunity was simply to flirt like he did with so many others – ?
but no. you are different, somehow, almost off limits unless you initiated the interaction. he wants nothing less than to overstep with you.
  he repeats his assent, clearing his throat, and your eyes light up, sending a shiver of anticipation down his spine. you lean in, and he closes his eyes, and –
  and, your kiss sends him dizzy; you taste like the sweetest strawberries in the height of summer, and your lips are softer than he could have imagined. for that moment, there is nothing more than you and him in the world. he could float away on this high, like dandelions on the wind.
  you pull away first, and he fails to steady himself for a moment, face flushed with surprise and heat. you’re really so lovely, he thinks, barely able to put together that one clear thought; your face is knowing, and your mouth still slightly open. you swipe your thumb across your lip.
“i – ” he stammers. you smirk, tilting your head, and he swallows. “i’m definitely a better kisser than y-you,” he says, trying to regain his posture, but with you so close, your eyelashes nearly brushing his cheek, he can barely think straight, let alone speak with his normal wit and charm.
you roll your eyes at his attempt to recover. “you still think so?” there is laughter in your voice, mocking but not quite malicious. he nods, wiping the back of his hand across his face, and opens his mouth again – only to be silenced with a second kiss.
  maybe … maybe, you actually are better than him, he reflects silently as you cup his face, deepening the kiss. not that he really has a problem with that.
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  yae miko wears the same teasing smirk every time you see her at the shrine, a smugly knowing expression of pure superiority that both irritates and captivates you. she takes every opportunity to demonstrate the sheer amount of knowledge she possesses over you, reveling in the way she’s able to shut you down with only a few words, then covering her mouth and laughing daintily, eyes crinkling with mirth as you scowl.
  of course, you can’t be entirely displeased with your situation, as she does instruct you properly in what to do. you know that there are many who would give their right arm to be in your place working underneath her, and indeed you do have a prestigious position as one of the attendants at the shrine. but she seems to enjoy exerting her power and intelligence a bit too much.
  you can’t decide whether you’re flattered or just plain annoyed by the attention she pays you, the way she seems to delight in your crestfallen face as she clicks her tongue, shaking her head with a mix of condescension and disappointment that paints her in melancholy, but the sparkle in her dusky purple eyes gives her away.
  this time is no different; after waking up late, then sprinting as fast as you could from your small house in the countryside, then climbing the enormous mountain as quickly as you could to reach the shrine, you’re suffering through yet another lecture for the mistake you made while your head was still clouded with sleepy panic. you deserve it, technically, but – extenuating circumstances don’t seem to matter at all to her.
“ah, [name], yet again you’ve brought the wrong talismans,” she says, tilting her head and cupping her cheek. “goodness, how many times will it take you to collect the correct ones? you’re acting shockingly unexperienced. i’m starting to wonder whether it isn’t on purpose. do you really value your job so little? if that’s the case, i may have to replace you … ”
  you can practically hear her honeyed laughter as you stare at her, pink lips quirked into a secretive half smile. you look away, then back, sinking into a deep bow and keeping your eyes squarely on the ground so she can’t see the anger bubbling in them.
“please, lady guuji, i’m sincerely sorry for my mistake,” you utter in as apologetic a tone as you can muster. “i promise on threat of losing my job that it won’t happen again. this morning was especially hectic, and i’m very sorry for it.”
  her eyes brighten and she nods, gesturing you up. you raise your head, expression steady, but there’s still a hint of frustration that must show, because her gaze grows a bit darker with displeasure. you brace yourself for another apology, but when she speaks she almost sounds saddened.
“oh dear, you look so troubled.” she closes her eyes, shaking her head. “you know i’m only hard on you because i care, right … ?” her voice is soft, and she twirls a lock of hair around her finger as she talks, “i know it must be frustrating having to hear my criticism all the time, but it’s not for no reason. i simply want to see you succeed, and i do believe you can achieve great things … with my help.”
you’re shocked by what she’s saying; she’s never praised you or offered any genuinely encouraging words before, and her tone is nothing short of caring. you can almost accept her words as genuine, if not for the teasing glint still in her eyes. “okay,” you say quietly.
she blinks. “[name]!” there is some blend of hurt and shock in her voice. “you don’t believe me?” you stay silent, which is apparently enough of an answer for her, and she presses one hand to her chest. “my goodness, have you thought i simply disliked you this entire time?”
  she looks genuinely disturbed and wounded for a moment at your silence, and then – smooth as silk, it melts into a knowing smile.
“you must know that’s not the truth,” she almost purrs, taking a step closer. “i have nothing but appreciation for your hard work, and hold you in high regard … truly, it’s so hard for me to believe that you were of such an outlandish opinion.”
you open your mouth, but she presses one finger against your lips. heat rushes to your face from the contact. her eyes gleam. “really, i don’t understand how it could have turned out like that with all of the special attention i pay you … maybe i should have been more forward from the beginning, hmm?”
  she leans in and kisses you, and your eyes fly wide open with surprise before closing as she presses closer. her eyelashes are long and tickling your cheek. her mouth is so soft. she tastes like – like some archaic tea blend, the gentlest sweetness and bitterly fierce at the same time, and you’re so shocked she’s kissing you that you can’t even think straight.
  and then it’s over, as suddenly as it began; a spark flicks over your lips as she pulls back, one delicate hand on her chest and giggling softly at your dumbstruck expression. you touch your mouth, and she laughs harder at the disbelief on your face.
“oh, [name] … such a naïve and unexperienced cutie,” she says, and this time hearing your name on her tongue and her calling you unexperienced sends not vexation but a shock of excitement down your spine.
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  childe keeps his affection for you no secret. he never has; somehow, he missed the memo to be cagey and quiet about his feelings, and instead every person in the nation of liyue (and probably beyond) knows about his “love”, as he calls it, “for beautiful and elegant [name], for whom i would buy everything in the harbor just to win a single smile from their pretty face.” you have a suspicion that tonia is writing scripts for him.
  he is everything but quiet, loud and brash and bold in everything he does. to you, he is shining and happy and gleeful, always laughing and offering you things, endlessly smiling. you have never seen that expression leave his face once; he is a shallow man to you, nothing but a flatterer with all glitter and no substance. you have never felt anything romantic towards him, but he continues trying.
  you’re picking sweet flowers and jueyun chilis one day, shrouded in autumn’s gold and amber leaves, but the cover of the trees does not shield you from the sight of approaching fatui agents. one brandishes a knife, flickering in and out of sight, and another holds a cannon. both are outfitted in armor, while you have no weapon or protection.
“w-what do you want?” you stammer, holding up your hands defensively. the man with the knife’s red eyes glimmer. “pay your dues,” he snarls, and advances closer with swift movements.
you hold nothing but flowers, and your heart is thrumming in your ears as flame licks at your feet and arms, causing you to wince with pain. you’re caught, you don’t have any money, and there’s nowhere to run.
  and then, he appears; red half-cape thing you’ve mocked so many times billowing in unseen wind, his eyes glowing menacingly. for a moment, you’re afraid of him, but his face softens when he sees you, nodding as if to say he’ll handle it, and an unfamiliar feeling of relief rushes through you. then he turns his attention on the fatui, expression hardening back into anger.
"what is going on here?” he says, voice thundering with barely restrained fury. the fatui go silent and still at the sight of him, a fact that confuses and almost scares you, but you’re too busy scrambling behind him to think about it. the fatui drop to their knees. “lord tartaglia,” the hydrogunner says mechanically, “we were simply collecting mora from this citizen – ”
  he sweeps his hand, and the man instantly is quiet.
“leave, now,” he says. the fatui protest for a moment, but he flicks his wrist and a long blade made from glimmering blue water appears in his grasp. he spins it casually, with deadly skill, and says, “do you really want to test your skills against me? this is an order. i won’t ask again.”
  the fatui go silent, then bow and vanish simultaneously, and you both release a breath. almost immediately, his threatening aura is gone. your heart is still pounding.
“[name],” he starts, turning and rubbing a hand down his face. “are you alr – ”
  you cut him off by throwing yourself into his arms and kissing him; he makes some startled, half muffled noise and you have to choke back a laugh. once he recovers his balance, he leans into it, with the easy confidence you would have expected from him, and yet … something about him is holding back; you can feel it in the grasp he takes on your hips as you cling to him, his hold light and ready to let go at any time.
  when you pull away, he’s smiling with a tense mix of giddiness and anxiety. you’re suddenly struck with self consciousness, looking away and tucking your hair behind your ear. you can’t believe you just did that. he rescued you, in a way, and it felt like – for the first time, you were seeing him as more than just a bored friend with too much free time. like he actually cared about you. like you meant something to him, something important.
“does this mean you – ” he says. his voice cracks just a bit and he cuts himself off. you cross your arms over your chest, managing to keep your expression even, and thankful that your hair covers the sides of your head; you can feel fluster coloring your ears bright red. “it means whatever i say it means.”
“so? what do you say it means?” he asks, meeting your eyes with a rueful look on his face. there is some measure of resignation there, something that says i know how you’re going to answer, and you decide to prove him wrong.
“it means i like you, moron,” you say before you can hesitate, and as his eyes – blue as the sea, and empty as its cavernous depths, but archons they really are beautiful – widen you pull him into a hug and bury your face in his shoulder, still trembling slightly from the stress of the encounter.
  he says your name, and somehow this time it carries weight behind it in a way it never did before. but you only close your eyes, taking in his scent, a mixture of dried flowers and ocean spray, that you never found comforting until now; now, you hope you’ll never leave the embrace of his arms, and something about the way he holds you makes you think if that was what you wished, you could stay like this forever.
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  collei has bright, sparkly eyes, the color of amethysts; she has a smile that appears on her rosebud mouth with the grace and loveliness of a blooming flower, and a voice like a sweet, chirpy dove. she is pretty; even beautiful, but – you could never say it, not to her or anyone else. maybe it’s the trust in those shining eyes when she looks at you. or the way she grabs your palm, her hands warm, as she pulls you to the newest patch of blossoming florets.
  it’s like she’s sure of the fact that there is no secret in the world you hold from her, even though this one – your heart pounding when you hear her laugh – is the biggest you could be possibly hiding. you won’t tell her, you swear to yourself, that you love her, because that’s what it is, really. it’s love, plain and simple. you won’t tell her, because she’s too good for you and she’d never reciprocate.
  but this furious heartache, leaving you staring into space to dry out tears, is – well. it’s far from pleasant, but as long as you keep seeing her smile, you …
“you’re zoning out again,” she scolds, waving her hand in front of your face. you startle, blinking, then bow your head and apologize sheepishly as her disgruntled expression comes into focus. “ah, sorry collei, i was just … thinking.”
“i’ll give you something to think about,” she giggles, irritation replaced by excitement. “how ‘bout that?” she points at the sky, and you look up at the gathering grayish blue storm clouds. “we’ve got a rainstorm rolling in!”
  she loves bad weather and rain for some reason you’ve never understood. you wrinkle your nose, pointing out it’s monsoon season. the storms can flood through entire sections of the forest; if you stay on low ground where you are, the two of you could be drowned.
“we’re too far from the village to turn back now, what should we do?”
she taps her chin, thinking. “let’s … let’s head to the deeper part of the rainforest and climb a tree, so we’re high off the ground and just wait it out.”
you salute, smiling at her quick thinking. “you’re the boss.”
  in the time it takes you to reach the thicker sections of the rainforest and locate a suitable tree, the rain’s already started, seeping through your forest ranger’s clothing. she quickly constructs a makeshift umbrella out of thick leaves and sap, sliding it into the crook of two of the tree’s limbs. you watch her work, fast and capable; she really has grown from the childishly fumbling amateur she used to be. you take a seat underneath when it’s finished.
  she sits cross legged, with her face tilted up to the sky, eyes closed as raindrops burst over her skin and slide down her cheeks. she looks peaceful and happy. you’re curled into yourself, the chilly rain soaking you to the bone, and are about to comment on her stoicism when her serenity is broken by a violent shudder.
instantly, you peel off your jacket and tuck it over her. “you’re gonna catch your death of cold if you don’t get under here,” you say, pulling her underneath the umbrella. she sputters, but her teeth are chattering hard enough to break up her words into staccato.
“b-b-but [name], you’re gonna be c-cold too if you don’t have your jacket,” she protests, but you shake your head. “you’re colder, plus you made the umbrella, so just take it, alright?”
  she looks at you, eyes wide with such a cute expression – surprise, sincerity, gratefulness – you almost forget how to breathe. you look away and sit back against the tree, breathing slower, trying to preserve the heat you have left.
“i like you,” she says suddenly, and your heart practically stops.
  your head snaps to her, seeking for the expression of apology for such a dumb joke, or maybe innocent thankfulness, saying thatin such a childlike way, but – no, what she’s displaying is sincere, real affection, her face colored with a red blush. your breath catches.
she sits forward, tucking your jacket tighter around her. “i mean – not to say something silly and unexpected, but i really – i really, really like you, [name],” she says, her tone sweet, shaky and genuine. “i-i can barely focus sometimes ‘cause i’m always thinking about you, and just now, you gave me your jacket, even though – ” she presses her fists to her face. “i can’t keep it a secret anymore, s-so – even if you don’t feel the same way, i – ”
what ... ? as if i never felt the same way? no -- i truly, always --
“no!” you interrupt. “i like you too! i … really do,” you say, trailing off into a whisper. “i’ve liked you for so long, i can’t believe you … ”
  it’s quiet, then. neither of you says anything for a long moment.
“i-if we like each other, we’re supposed to kiss, right? i’ve never kissed someone before,” she whispers slowly, blushing furiously and stumbling. “can i … can we … ” her voice trails off and you wait, heart pounding in your ears. “can we … try it?”
you try to speak, and nothing happens at first, you’re so frozen with shock. you clear your throat, managing “really?” the word is awfully loud in the silence broken only by drumming rain, and she looks even more embarrassed, but nods anyway.
“okay,” you breathe. “okay. i … i’m gonna kiss you now, and – and if you don’t want me to, just say no, and i’ll – i’ll stop.” you wait for her to nod again. she’s trembling, and you can’t tell if it’s the cold or a nervous excitement. you have never seen her smile wider.
  you lean in and press your lips to hers. you can hear your heartbeat, and maybe hers too; she smells like flowers, of course, and the kiss is a sugary, clumsy, chaste thing. but it’s her, it really is, and she is flawless. she always has been. so it’s perfect too. and when she pulls away, that’s what she whispers to you as she wraps her arms around your neck.
  so that was the first kiss, awkward and new and genuine … and perfect; just like your beloved collei; and you can’t wait to kiss her again, and again, and again.
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  albedo has always been handsome, but lately his beauty – that’s the only word for it, really – has been nothing less than otherworldly. you’re far from the only person in mondstadt to admire him, as he’s quite traditionally attractive, and polite as well; though of course less savory rumors surround him as well. as the knights of favonius’ chief alchemist, there have been quite a few whispers of his eccentric side and his strange experiments.
  this is far from a deterrent for you, however. you’re actually quite interested by his research and find it enjoyable to spend your time in his lab, helping out and simply accompanying him through his explorations of dragonspine. still, your intrigue in alchemy isn’t your only reason to partake in his studies, of course. no, not just his looks, either, but everything about him, really, from his habit of tugging on his gloves when he’s confused to the endearingly blank tone of his boyish voice.
  but of course, that unfair loveliness is the first thing you always notice when you see him, and it doesn’t go away. it’s what keeps your eyes riveted to the strands of his fluffy hair, dusted in the last few moments of sunset and a light haze of wintery white snowfall as you sit beside him, clutching a cup of hot chocolate and trying to keep your body still against the biting cold of the mountain.
  his bright blue eyes are relaxed for once in his life as he crosses his hands in his lap, staring up at the puffs of thick clouds against the rapidly dimming sky. he’s gorgeous, in a way that seems almost unreal, like he was sculpted from clay and brought to life as the perfect boy. you watch him in silence, affection crinkling the lines of your face into a wistful smile as the minutes pass.
“[name]?” he asks, turning, and you start. “uh – um, yeah?"
“what’s your type?” he says. your breath catches.
the question is almost innocuous, and yet his closeness, the slight blush across his face in the frostbitten landscape, has you shocked, your lips parting for a moment. his eyes flick to your mouth for just a second, then back up to your eyes, and – no, you must have imagined the way his cheeks grow just a shade darker pink.
“my type?”
“yes, sucrose has been telling me about romance, such as the oblivious and pining trope, and star crossed lovers,” he says serenely. “they seem to be very popular in mondstadt, i’ve seen many young women reading romance stories lately.”
  oh, you think, with a mix of relief and disappointment, he only wanted to know for his data analysis, as usual. well, there’s really no harm in answering; he’s been so oblivious about your feelings, anyway, he probably wouldn’t even be able to pick up on what you were saying.
“smart guys,” you say honestly, “people who are straightforward with what they want, and they should be devoted too, to what i’m interested in, plus the relationship itself. though, none of it is as important as them being a caring and kind person.” you smile thoughtfully. “i never would have expected this from you of all people, albedo.”
“ah, sucrose said the same thing,” he says almost sheepishly, “but i thought it could be – ” he clears his throat, swallowing before he continues. “ – interesting, to … engage in this sort of thing more often. it’s more exciting than i would have thought.”
you try to ignore the skip your heart makes at this, and prop your head on your hand, forcing your voice to a nonchalant tone. “really? so, have you thought about it a lot? what’s your type?”
  you know you don’t imagine it this time, his face blushing a bit redder, and it sends your heart into your throat and your pulse racing, though he keeps his balance and steady voice when he speaks after blinking slowly. despite yourself, you of course want to know his answer.
“people who show their feelings easily, and are willing to be patient,” he says, slowly, tapping his fingers on his knee. “and … i agree with you, that it’s important for them to care about my own pursuits. i think – it’s a sign of a good person who makes a dedicated effort towards partaking and showing interest in my work. someone who’s worth keeping.”
  his voice – such a stupid thing to focus on, and yet – he sounds like it’s you that he means, there is some meaningful quality in his tone, as calm and collected as ever, and yet his voice is warm, like a beam of sunlight cutting through the shade cast by a thick forest of trees. he’s looking at you, with those eyes that are as blue as the sea, and you can barely breathe.
  he leans closer. sunset has long passed by now, and the moon is gleaming bright in the velvet blue sky. the pale silver light throws his pretty features into shadowy definition, and when he kisses you, his gloved hand cupping your face, his lips are warm despite the cold; your eyes are closed, and yet all you see are stars.
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"This thing is heavy, can you hold it for me?"
genshin characters react to “this thing is so heavy, can you hold it for me?” and you held their hand instead.
characters: xiao, zhongli, heizou, kazuha, thoma, diluc, childe, albedo, eula, itto.
part 2!
xiao
he just held out his hand, no questions asked.  xiao would never say it out loud but he’ll always be ready to help you in any way he can. so when you intertwined your hand instead, he only sighed, swiftly coming to a realization. “humans just keep finding new way to be entertained, don’t they?” he says exasperatedly, yet doesn’t seem to be letting go of the grip anytime soon.
zhongli
only chuckles a little, having used to your little antics. he squeezed your hand lovingly, and made a comeback of his own. “my lips feels a little lonely, perhaps you can help me with that. after all you owed me, no?”
heizou
quickly knows what you’re up to and decided to have a little fun of his own. “sorry love, my arm is still quite sore from the training yesterday.” he said, smiling cheekily. you saw his expression and immediately knows that he figured out what you were going to do. “geez, just play along once will you?” you pouted playfully, wanting to cross your arms when he suddenly intertwined his hand with yours, brings it close to his lips and kisses it. “you’d have to try a little harder if you wanted to trick a detective then, how about next time i show you how?” he laughs.
kazuha
“of course, love.” he held out his hand, and when that meets your hand instead, he was thinking for a moment before letting out a laugh. “i cannot believe i just fell for that, although now we’re like this, want to take a walk  to where the breeze feels nice?” he says with his unwavering gentle smile.
thoma
“oh? well i can just use my other free hand then. where is it?” he says while smiling, finding no estrangement in the whole ordeal. this man is so devoted to helping people that he just keep asking where’s the thing you needed help for... eventually you told him that it was only a little joke to hold his hand. “oh! oh.” and you both just had a great laugh out of it.
diluc
“no problem.” he quickly says, without so much of a tone but you knew he’s always happy to help. and when you went to hold his hand he was quite for a moment before realizing your little joke. when you laughed and said you had bested the dark knight hero diluc just stared at you lovingly, your hand is still safe in his.
childe
was quick to figure it out but plays along anyway. “you’re right! this thing is quite heavy i better hold it everywhere i go so you don’t have to.” the man literally did not let go of your hand at all day with a big grin on his face, at some point people just looked at you and wondered had those two’s hands glued together?
albedo
his logical thinking just beats your little prank. “well based on the size and how well your hand is currently holding it, i’d say you’re okay, and the thing inside your hand seems weighted almost nothing so you’d have no problem carrying it around.” you’re a fool if you thought that’d work on him even for a second. “i just wanted to hold your hand, bedo.” you pouted. he only chuckled at your explanation. “there is a simpler way to ask for that, no?” he teased. “fine then, would you hold my hand?”
“certainly.”
eula
was caught off guard when she found that she was holding your hand instead. you only smiled happily at her and eula immediately knows there’s no way she could be mad. but just wait your name once again will be on her list of people she’d have to get revenge on. hmm, somehow your name is always on the bottom list?
itto
“of course!! this oni is not only the greatest but also the strongest one the world has ever seen!!” then he wiggled his fingers as if taunting this heavy thing you’re gonna put on his hand. so when you put your hand instead he just laughed out loud. “this is the heavy thing? this is nothing for me, but no matter!! i shall help you carry it whenever and wherever you like!”
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it was really fun writing these,, let me know if you want me to make this for other characters!!
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tokkishouse · 1 year
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hii i say ur " The first time you call him a term of endearment" post and can i request one where the roles get reversed with kaeya, thoma & heizou. fem!reader gets really really flustered hearing the term of endearment (perhaps one related to snow in kaeya's), tysm <33
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(Sfw) Calling Each Other Terms of Endearment for the First Time
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Characters: Diluc, Heizou, Kaeya, Thoma, Tighnari
Warnings: Slightly suggestive in Heizou and Tighnari's part, mentions of injuries in Tighnari's part
WC: 1.8k words total
Pt. 1, Pt. 2
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He calls you a term of endearment first
The steady tick-tock of the clock reverbs around the study. Paper shuffling and ink scratching fill in the gaps, and the occasional chatter shared between you and Diluc adds life to the quiet environment. Days like this were normal-- enjoying each other's company even with minimal interaction.
The peace is broken by the sound of liquid splashing against the mahogany desk and Diluc's sudden groan in frustration. You look up from the book you were reading to see that ink had splattered on the parchment and his hands. He clicks his tongue and looks up at you, offering a small smile.
"Dearest, could you get a towel? Or just something to clean myself up with."
Your grip tightens on your book in surprise and you freeze in your spot. The redhead watches you strangely as you stumble over your words for a response.
"D-Dearest?" you finally spit out, incredulous. It's his turn to be embarrassed, his face turning as red as his hair.
"Y-yes, that's what I said. Do you not like it?" he's become shy, scared that he has overstepped his boundaries. You quickly shake your head, standing up abruptly and sending your book tumbling to the ground.
"I'll go get you a towel now!" you announce, quickly rushing out of the study. Diluc watches on, still embarrassed but slowly calming down.
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He calls you a term of endearment first
"Two dango milks please!" Heizou orders for you two. You decided to have a stroll around Inazuma City-- Heizou had been busy with the recent Test of Courage situation and hadn't been able to spend some quality time with you. He promised that as soon as the situation was resolved he'd take you out.
And that's what brings you to today-- sipping on dango milk while you both sit on a nearby bench. You cringe at the initial taste, but stomach it as you chug the rest of it.
"Do you want to check out the Yae Publishing House next?" Heizou suggests, looking over. He stifles a laugh when he sees the milk staining your upper lip, unbeknownst to you. Seeing him struggle to conceal his laughter, you quirk an eyebrow up.
"Something on my face?" his smirk widens and he reaches over with a napkin to wipe up the milk.
"I didn't know you were trying to grow facial hair, doll. The white suits you," he teases, carefully dabbing away at the milk.
Your face warms up in embarrassment and you hiss at him, trying to bat him away from your face.
"Heizou please!"
"What? Would you rather I tell you what it reminds me of? After all, a delightful image appears in my head and I'd like to recreate it-"
"Shut up!"
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He calls you a term of endearment first
"Race you to the beach!" you challenge, breaking into a sprint toward the beaches at Falcon Coast. Kaeya's jumps in surprise but is quick to recover as he breaks into a sprint himself. Despite your headstart, his agile body is quick to catch up and he soon overtakes you.
You both approach the glistening coast fast, and Kaeya's slides to a stop right at the shore, cementing his victory.
"Always just a little too slow it seems~" he teases, watching you jog up to meet him. You sigh, shaking your head.
"I could never beat the calvary captain could I?" he laughs, turning away.
You notice two buckets and a shovel resting against a giant rock and walk over to them. They look like children's pails-- one is blue and the other is your favorite color. You look up at him, and instead of his confident smirk, it's melted into a sheepish smile.
"I wanted to go seashell hunting with you. I used to do it all the time when I was younger," he begins and slowly trails off. A distant look twinkles in his eyes and the air turns somber. You clear your throat, pulling him out of it and you reach down to grab the bucket.
"Well let's get started then! Who knows, maybe we'll find treasure too!"
Kaeya's watches you carefully, and his smirk reappears.
"Oh? But I'd consider you the finest treasure around."
He's quick to dodge the projectile bucket, laughing at your flustered expression.
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You call him a term of endearment first
"Thoma, where should I put this stuff?" you ask, looking over at your boyfriend.
You and Thoma were both housekeepers for the Kamisato Clan, although he had far more responsibilities than you did. Eager to help and already done with your chores for the day, you offered your assistance to him, and he was happy to have the help.
"Put it in the closet down the hall! It's extra stationery for Lady Ayaka and Lord Ayato," he answers, watching you carry the crate off.
He enjoys working with you as much as possible-- he has no problem taking care of his tasks on his own, but being able to have help, especially from his partner is always a bonus. You come back a few moments later, dusting off your hands.
"Sweetie, do you mind if I go and sit down? My back is killing me," you complain, placing your hands on your back to stretch. He waves you off, letting you take a breather as he presses on. Your words don't quite hit him until he's carrying another crate down the hall. Upon realization, he freezes and drops the crate on the ground, sending a thunderous noise down the halls. Nearby maids look over in surprise as the blonde stands there, dumbfounded and rosy-cheeked.
He calls you a term of endearment first
Having finished all of his tasks for the day, Thoma invited you to join him in feeding some of the nearby stray dogs. Happy to indulge in any spare time he had, you agreed to accompany him. It was one of your favorite past times to do with him. Watching the dogs slowly grow used to both of you was rewarding and it always left you feeling fulfilled and accomplished.
"Oh drat, we're out of some fowl," you complain, realizing your rummaging through your bag has turned unfruitful. Thoma looks over, frowning.
"I can run to the local market and get some?" he offers, but you shake your head, standing up.
"I'll go. I'll be fast," you promise, and you quickly take off to purchase the fowl. Thoma watches after you longingly before turning back to the dogs, showering them in affection.
"You all don't know how good Y/N really is," he begins, carefully ruffling one of the shiba's fur. "They're hard-working and kind, and they always offer to lend me a hand. On days that I don't see them, time seems to drag on forever."
Thoma sighs and sits back a bit, closing his eyes to take a break. The dogs all scramble to crawl in his lap and ask for his attention again, but he's starting to get lost in his thoughts.
"My sweetheart...my Y/N...I wonder if Lord Ayato has any ideas on how to propose," he ponders to himself, unaware of you hiding behind a tree. You had come back a while ago, but quickly hid when you heard Thoma talking about you. His nickname already had you fidgeting in embarrassment, but the idea of a proposal? You almost let out a squeal in excitement.
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You call him a term of endearment first
It was a rare lazy day for both of you-- Tighnari had no patrolling duties and he was caught up on his research, meaning he could divert all his focus and energy on you.
Currently, you two were snuggled up on the couch enjoying the delicate notes playing from the record player ("It's this new technology from Fontaine!" you explained when you brought it home). His face was buried in your chest, ears pressed flat on his head while his tail resided in your hands, being carefully groomed by your fingers. The more you tangled his fur between your fingers, the louder his purring got.
"Tighnari, you're purring like a tiger," you tease, carefully slipping your hands down to cup his face and tilt it up so he can look at you. You squish his face, forcing it into a pout. He scowls at you, pulling his face away.
"What, am I not allowed to enjoy my partner's embrace? Should I be as stiff as a board?" he mumbles, burying his face in your chest.
"No no, it's cute I promise, love," you laugh, reaching back for his tail. You're unable to catch it as it starts wagging animatedly. You glance down at Tighnari, who willingly matches your gaze. There's a light of amusement shining in his eyes.
" 'Love?' " he inquires, and you smile down at him.
"Yes, is that a- wah!" you're cut off mid-sentence as Tighnari pushes himself up and straddles you, his clawed hands sliding up the side of your body.
"I want to hear it again, Y/N."
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"Hey! Not so tight!" you whine, shooting a half-hearted glare at the forest ranger. He ignores your complaints, continuing the wrapping of your injuries.
"It needs to be tight to prevent unnecessary blood loss and make it harder for bacteria to enter the wound," he explains, carefully tying the bandage up. "I wouldn't be doing this though if some lummox didn't go into the withering zone without their weapon."
You cross your arms and look away from him in defiance, jutting your bottom lip out in a pout. You forgot to check your bag before you both went out, meaning when you arrived to clear the area out, you were weaponless. And those fungi did not go easy on you. Near the end of it, you were carried back to Tighnari's house with bruises and scrapes all over you.
"I thought it was in my bag."
"You were sorely mistaken," he chides, then turns to pack up his medical supplies. He leaves you alone for a bit and when he returns, you're hugging your legs to your chest. Anyone with eyes can tell there's a gloomy air around you.
"I'm not mad at you," he carefully reminds you, stepping closer. "I was just worried. You can't go rushing into danger unprepared."
You don't reply, still refusing to look at him. Tighnari sighs and plops down in the seat next to you, wrapping his tail around your body. You instinctively scoot closer, leaning onto him.
"I care about you a lot, and if something drastic were to happen to you-" he doesn't finish his sentence, biting his lip. Silence falls over you two, the clock on the wall ticking away.
"You're very special to me flower," he whispers. You jolt at his words, glancing up at him with wide eyes. You try to stammer out a response, words getting twisted on your tongue. He takes your hand and squeezes it, silencing your attempts to talk.
"Promise me you'll be more careful."
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Now is "lummox" or "flower" the true pet name? 🤭
@seirenspinel Per your request I added Diluc cause he's my bbgorl and I wanted it to be 5
I personally don't think Kaeya's would call you a snow-related nickname? Even though Cryo is his vision does this make me hypocritical? maybe.
Lmao at this point this is becoming a series. Oh well! Requests (sfw and nsfw) are open~!
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darlingkeqing · 5 months
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Crush phase
synopsis how they are like before you get together with them
a.note yeaa new post !! Sorry for how short Zhongli's one is kind of short
Heizou
He's pesters his crush non stop, constantly using his free time to find new spots around Inazuma to hang out at. New cafe ? Why don't you join him sometime ?
Once found matching keychains and insisted that you took one and he hangs his part of the keychain where his vision is
If you enjoy music, the melody that you tend to hum every once and then plays in his head and he immediately thinks of you
"y/n ! I have another case that I need to work on but here's a little trinket i picked up a while ago" as he drops the snack into your open palm and pushing it towards you.
"heizou .." truly you felt quite bad, since he always came around with small presents for you, under the excuse that he thought of you when he saw it. "let me treat you to something as well"
He freezes slightly before smiling "mhmm is this a date y/n ?"
Albedo 
He’s a bit slow, forgive him. He takes a while even to ask you to hang out at lunch 
Whenever, he brings Klee out and around Mondstat for a while, he picks a few flowers for you
“These flowers would look good on your desk don’t you think ? “ 
He always prepares hot drinks when he’s up in Dragonspine, in hopes that you do drop by some time to find him, as you usually do 
Keeps a book of his scientific discoveries and drawings, but if you flip a little further, you’ll see a few sketches of yourself
Zhongli 
Long walks around Liyue, admiring the scenery or just hearing him reminisce about things in his memories 
Invites you down for tea and always make sure to take not of what drinks that you like or dislike 
Unlike many would believe, he’s quite direct with his courting and he tries his best to be the first to invite you for activities, usually joined by others. But his favourite moments with you is your treasured conversations that the two of you share
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cyxnidx · 1 year
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Hello! I hope you are doing well. I love your writing <3 If possible can I please request part 2 of “Don’t be shy w Tighnari, Cyno, Scaramouche, and Heizou? And or whoever else you’d like.
Also, can I be🧍anon if you have anons.
DONT BE SHY ! V. 2
Part 1 here
SURRREE omg idk why but this made me genuinely excited. You will now be known as 🧍 anon<3 im glad that you enjoy my work as well :)
characters: tighnari, cyno, scaramouche, and heizou
summary: things they would say to you in the bedroom~
warnings: reader is referred to as ‘mamas’ (cyno), reader is referred to as ‘darling’(tighnari) and that might be it. lmk if i missed anything
a/n: i was literally writing this when i noticed i had 300 followers..what a milestone🥰
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TIGHNARI -- “i know, darling. just a little longer.”
tighnari was great with words of affirmation, both romantically and sexually, and he understood very well you needed to take it slow while he entered you. no matter how many times he ruined your hole, he had to put off some eagerness to help you adjust. he smiled so softly, watching as you welcomed his dick with a warm embrace. though, he couldn’t help but notice how you occasionally squirmed and let out a sigh. he felt so bad, but this was probably the best he was going to be able to do for you. “i know, darling.” he said, cupping your cheek as he placed his forehead atop of yours. “just a little longer, k?”
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CYNO -- “youre doing so well mamas. i got you.”
you and cyno both had a bunch of favorite positions, one of his being cowgirl. he loved to see you bouncing on top of him, riding him so well. each and every time, he’d be supporting you through your high, watching as a white substance coated his dick. and this was one of those times, you felt so eager to chase after your high, but was ultimately tired. cyno being the supportive lover he was, helped you gain it. “youre doing so well mamas.” he said sweetly, hands gripping your hips as you finally reached the peak of your high, coming down to rest your head on his chest. “i got you.” he sighed, dick twitching in you from the sudden movement, seed filling you in the prettiest of ways.
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SCARAMOUCHE -- “there it is. let me see how good i make you feel.”
when youre embarrassed, scaramouche couldn’t help but notice you’d cover your face or try to hide it. even when he told you about the little habit, you curled up in a corner, face buried into your knees. he found it a little cute though, so it wasn’t like he was mad about it. not that he’d tell you. and when you did it in bed? he most definitely loved it. he could never take the habit for granted. he’d purposely place a pillow or blanket near you, so when you’d try to hide he could have the honor of taking it from you. it fulfilled him beautifully. “don’t hide now..” he sighed, watching as you turned your head to the side and buried it in a blanket to hide your face. gently, he pulled it from you, watching tears perk up at the corner of your eyes. “there it is,” he said with a satisfied hum. “let me see how good i make you feel.”
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HEIZOU — “mhm, just like that. use me all you want..”
heizou loved being able to be of help to you. he loved the fact he could be of use to his most favorite person. that being said, it made him so happy knowing you’d be willing to use him as much as you could. he didn’t care about overstimulation, or passing out. he was sure he’d have enough energy for whatever you had in mind, and didn’t mind overstimulation one bit. he loved seeing you make use of his dick, grinding and humping just for your own pleasure. every time he’d offer to help, you’d tell you got it yourself. you could handle it, but could he? the question always made him so tempted to thrust into you as hard as he could, having the possibility of sending you to your high. but he doesn’t. he wants to see you struggle. “you got it, baby,” his eyes livened up noticing he was near his limit, and you mightve been as well. “mhm, just like that baby. use me all you want..” he sighed, emptying himself into you, and one thrust later, you came as well.
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prasiddhibirb · 1 year
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Heizou general headcanons SFW + NSFW
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*Warnings: suggestive content, nsfw SFW
Heizou is the type of person to always follow their intuition
So when Heizou first met you, he was infatuated with you.
your movement, attitude and the way you looked at him,
he was smitten by you.
Unlike Heizou’s usual self, he’d try and control himself when flirting with women in front of you but since old habits die hard, always fails to control himself
once he’d gathered enough reaction from you watching him flirt with other women, Heizou will slowly start flirting with you (istg- this guy has every women’s heart in inazuma)
Heizou would low-key studies you and your reactions/behaviours
whenever you weren’t looking you could definitely sense his gaze lingering upon you
his charming words and charismatic behaviour makes it easy for him to fool people so hanging out with you by charming you would be a piece of cake for him.
Heizou would drag you all over inazuma to see beautiful places (ex. Watatsumi) using the excuse that he ‘needs a vacation/break’ and you guys end up neglecting work together
teases you A LOT and always keeps you guessing
Unironically, if you solve cases with him with speed and perfection, he’ll be impressed and for some reason turned on???
Since Heizou believes that coincidences doesn’t just ‘happen’, he’ll tell you every once and a while that this was ‘fate’ and ‘destined to happen’
I feel like his intuition would automatically tell him if you like him or not before you even mentioned your feelings towards him
when Heizou and you are finally together;
he would definitely start prioritizing his work
since you are already taken by him, there’s no reason for him to constantly be around you 24/7
so you’d often or not go home alone and await his return
brings you your lunch in a lunchbox when you don’t have time to prepare
I feel like there are options with how he wants to display your relationship with him
->he would be open with it, showing his affection for you and letting everyone know
-> keep it a secret at first to feel the thrill of keeping a secret but then reveal it later on
-> keep it a secret in case of any dangerous situations that you could be caught up with because of your relationship with him
^(ex: taking hostage of you in order to blackmail)
Heizou would often give you puzzles to solve, wether I’d be puzzles about math, murder, whatever, he’s all for it
now that you are with him, he tease you EVEN MORE than before
he doesn’t get embarrassed easily let alone flustered (he knows your devious tricks way before you could act upon it)
NSFW
He is such a tease wether I’d be dom or sub
edges you until you are actively begging him
every time you want to cum, he’d have you say the lewdest of things
he’s a natural for brat taming, fucking you until you’re pleading him to stop is the simplest solution
dirty talk isn’t uncommon with him, in fact, he loves it
the way you moan make him feel like he’s in heaven
he can listen to your pretty moans all day long
when he sees that you are having a hard time, he’d praise you on how good you are doing
Will definitely engage in public sex.
the thrill of hiding somewhere from people and the sight of you trying to hide your moans makes his cock twitch
or when he’s at his workplace and having to try and hide his pleasure when you’re sucking him off under the table
the thought of it only makes his mind clouded with dirty thoughts
if you don’t mind marks on your body, he’d give you hickeys for sure
his pace could be considered rough and fast in most circumstances while otherwise he will be fast and gentle unless you deliberately tell him to go slower
when he’s subbing, he moans like crazy, it’s impressive to say the least
his moans are not high pitched but not too low pitched either
Surprisingly, begs a lot to be touched all over
Doesn’t mind the pace you choose, slow or fast, gentle or rough, he loves them all
Aftercare is a must
thought he is often too busy to attend to sexual intimacy, when he sees you doing something lewd, in something inappropriate or in a lewd position, he just can’t help himself but take the opportunity
while he doesn’t get horny often, when he does, you are in for quite a ride ♥️
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niiine · 1 year
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𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐎 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒
Character(s). Xiao, Scaramouche, Kaedehara Kazuha, Venti, Aether, and Shikanoin Heizou
Synopsis. How I see the 6reeze as College Students (with a bit of reader)💖
Fluff
Kinda Xiao x Reader (NO ONE CAN STOP ME)
Includes other characters.
I’ll be graduating this June and I’ll forever be sad that I’m not in the same univ. as them 🥺 If someone writes a fic with this theme, please tag me 😭
Xiao, Kazuha, and Venti are roommates in the University Dorm house, Scaramouche lives with his aunt that lives near the univ, Aether with his sister, and Heizou alone.
Although, most of the time, they have a sleepover at the dorms because Heizou argues that “You guys will be the reason if we’re late for that 7 am class if you don’t let us sleep here.”
No, he just wanna spend time with his friends.
Xiao excelsin mathematics, Kazuha and Venti in literature and music, Aether’s an average in everything, Scaramouche doesn’t care but pass subjects anyways, and Heizou is good at everything.
Heizou and Aether makes sure that everyone in the circle is studying and listening while Kazuha is in charge of checking if everyone’s eating right. Xiao always gets an earful because the man lives in instants.
Scaramouche and Xiao are the reason no one dares to touch and taunt their group, but Scaramouche will falter at the gaze of her aunt, and Xiao is the most reserved in their circle.
Venti sings. He sings a low, gentle tone when everyone feels exhausted after a long day at the university, he hums softly when he feels like one of his friends are having an anxiety attack, but can’t talk about it (He always know, he’s the most observant) and he sings his heart out to cheer anyone.
Aether and Kazuha are the middleman. Scara’s being an asshole to one of their classmates? Kazuha will be shooting him a glare from across the room. Venti being the chaos himself? Aether will come and calm down the oh-so energetic lad.
And oh, they all know about Xiao’s little crush on you, with—again, as the calmest— Kazuha and Aether giving the best advice. Aether sometimesasking hissistertobring you to one of their friend dates so his friend can spend some time with you out of the campus.
Scaramouche will be throwing disgusting looks teasingly at Xiao when he notices that the latter is lovestruck, earning a glare with the same energy.
Venti, contrary to popular belief, is the most helpful. This is because he’s also your friend. He tells Xiao one dinner at the dormwhat or what not to do when it comes to you, with the said man giving him a “I don’t need that. I don’t like her” of which Kazuha sighed into.
“What was that for? I really don’t!” can be heard throughout the room.
And it was Scaramouche who had made him realized that he did like you.
“Well if you don’t like her, then I guess you wouldn’t mind if I pursue her?”
Cue the pissed off Xiao halfheartedly admitting he is head over heels for you.
Since their group is always the hot topic at school— please, they’re all good looking, academically good (somehow), kind of rich, etc., you’re genuinely surprised when one of them falls for you. And Venti will laugh it off because you are, if not better, as good as his friends.
They didn’t help Xiao in the confession part, though. They want their friend to do it himself because it will only be worth it by then.
But the pride and joy they’ve felt when he did? It’s comparable to yours.
“WE RAISED THAT BABY”
When you started dating, you find yourself always almost hanging around their friend group.
Scaramouche still throwing disgusted looks at the sight of you and Xiao, with your boyfriend returning a sharp stare.
Your kind of worried but Kazuha tells you that it’s affection and love between the two of them, earning a fit of chuckle from Heizhou who kind of became one of your best friend aside from Venti in the group. Dragging you here and there to play games.
No one can touch you under their watch. Much like Lumine, Aether’s sister. They’re so protective of you and Xiao is thankful for that.
And if they didn’t flinch at Heizhou and Venti’s sarcastic remarks, or Scaramouche’s glares, then they will surely run home crying when Xiao enters the picture.
Kazuha and Aether in the sidelines making sure no one will go to jail.
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garoujo · 2 years
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・✶ 。゚ heizou likes to kiss you when he cums.
꒰ this is my submission piece for @anantaru + @bluexiao sweet + spice collab . . . fank yew for letting me join !!! ꒱ ♱ warnings — f!reader, pussyjobs, handjobs, my very :/ characterisation of bby heizou who i need to build, exhibitionism < 3
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“o-oh my, that feels good—“ heizou gasps from where he’s laying under you while you straddle his lap, more than content with the way you’re currently rubbing your pussy along the length of his cock.
it wasn’t uncommon for you to spend his quieter days on the job in the same place you are right now, enjoying each other’s company under the same tree, in the beautiful scenic spot where your boyfriend used to come to read alone before he met you — it’s far enough from inazuma city for you both to remain undisturbed, but the same, comforting atmosphere still hangs calmly in the space where you both exhale.
however to spend it this way — your arms hooked around heizou’s shoulders while you rub your puffy folds along his cock, whispering and keening when you feel it throb and thicken against your clit, was not what you had planned.
it had started innocently at first, your legs hooked over his thighs as he read, letting his fingers trace shapes along your calves while you both basked in the serenity the shaded spot gave you. but then you shuffled closer and it was almost instinctive the way he guided you onto his lap, although he didn’t expect the familiar heat of your cunt over his clothed cock to make him quite as mindless so quickly.
“oh, my my—you’re really, mmm.. good at this.” heizou sighs as he lets his head fall back against the tree he’s currently propped up against, and his thigh tremble from where they’re pinned underneath you at the next hypnotic roll of your pussy along his cock.
you’re soft and warm, and his fingers squeeze into the dip of your waist as he helps to rock you along the length of him, a hushed groan vibrating behind his lips when he feels the bump of your clit graze along his swollen tip.
heizou feels your fingertips pet along his shoulders before they’re twisting in his hair and pulling, and call it.. intuition, or the way he can feel the way your slick is smearing along his cock and mixing with his pre-cum, but he knows you’re close. the mess between you both only easing every lewd swirl of your hips as you gasp and sigh, your pussy clenching so tight he can feel that too when he helps you grind against him.
for someone who’s job is using his brain, he can’t deny the way the push and pull of your body makes him unable to even think as his grip on your skin grows tighter. there’s a blush that feels fuzzy along his skin when he blinks up at you to give you a half-lidded look of carnal need, and his voice catches on his next groan before he’s meeting every grind of your hips with long thrusts of his own.
your toes flex from where they’re hooked over heizou’s thighs when you feel the blunt tip of his cock catch along your puffy clit, making your nails dig into his scalp and when the sensation mixes with the soft, bouncing motion of your body along his cock he almost feels delirious.
your body feels like silk along his, his cock glistening everytime you rock your hips back, and the sight alone makes his head spin when he sinks back deeper — watching your eyes flutter as your fingers trace down to wrap around the sensitive head of his cock and angle it higher, letting you hump your pussy along it so prettily, easing your movements while his hands wander and squeeze at your body.
“a-at this rate, i wont last long—mmmph!” heizou feels dizzy with every greedy swirl of your clit along the sensitive nerves of his cock as you gasp, and the way you moan for him doesn’t do him any favours when they drip through his spine, making his desperate, needy ruts against your body grow faster. it only takes a few more wet bounces of your pussy along his cock until your whole body slackens, and he pulls you against his chest when your orgasm makes you melt into him.
he can feel the way your slick is intensifying as you cum, your thighs twitching over his as he eases his cock through your folds — helping you ride out your orgasm as you slur praises and half hormone-drunken pants of his name into his ear. but every ethereal sound that falls from your lips only sends him closer to the edge of his own release, before you’re easing yourself back slightly to squeeze your fingers around his cock once more.
you hear heizou’s breathing hitch before he’s groans when you give his cock a few long, languid pumps with your palm — squeezing along the sensitive glands as you use the accumulated mix of your release and his pre-cum to ease your strokes. every twist of your wrist makes him breathless, panting as something delightful feels like it bursts down his thighs and he feels his abdomen flex on his next inhale—god, he’s going to cum.
“c-can—hnnmgh! can you kiss me?” he gasps, legs stiffening as his fingertips dig into your thighs and you continue to pump his cock, but he feels your lips curl with soft delight against his skin before you’re trailing kisses along his cheeks, sighing when your lips finally find his own just in time for you to swallow his shameless, low whine when he cums.
the first streak of his load is warm when it lands along your fingertips, the rest painting the flexing, toned muscles of his abdomen as he sucks languidly on your tongue. his mouth moving in messy tandem with your own, and heizou wishes he could remain here forever as his hand hooks along the back of your neck to pull you closer.
he only pulls away when he’s twitching from overstimulation, his lips curling into a softer sort of grin as his eyes close in a content sort of bliss. he feels drowsy when the remaining light from the sun feels like it warms you both, but he still finds the energy to stretch his arm behind his head before he’s pulling you closer to kiss you again with the other as he giggles.
“hmm.. i suppose we better get cleaned up, but i think we both deserve a rest together before then, don’t you?”
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ventismacchiato · 2 years
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genshin men and their instagram feeds pt.2
heizou, aether, & scaramouche x gender!neutral reader
notes: modern college au
a/n: it’s been months but heizou awakened something within me like LORDDd that man is so fine so don’t mind me for making his headcanon long
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heizou:
✧ he majors in criminology but you both meet because you both rented the same study room
✧ his feed is a lot of reels of him trying skateboarding tricks, game nights with friends, and him using the most obnoxious and weird filters
✧ you had an overdue essay and had rented a private study space in your college’s library bc your roommate was prone to partying
✧ when you’d swiped your ID you were surprised to see another student in there quickly scribbling on the whiteboard
✧ he’d immediately greeted you and apologized for using the room for longer then he’d rented, but it was already late and you were tired so you offered to share it. which, tbh, you only did bc he was really cute
✧ soon after you stalked instagram until you found his handle and followed him and would go to the study room whenever he posted about it and pretended it was a coincidence ^-^
✧ afterwards, usually at 1am, he’d offer to take you to a convenience store for a late night ramen snack
✧ he spams his story with memes and photos of himself in weird filters, but one day he posted a poll
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✧ your heart dropped when you saw it, it was on his close friends story, which you weren’t even aware you were on
✧ your finger hovered over the no option before remembering he would be able to see your choice, so you bit your lip and clicked yes and shut your phone off
✧ heizou already had a crush on someone else, so you distanced yourself and stopped going to the study room at the same time as him,,,but heizou being the sweetheart he was thought you were stressed and offered to hang out with you
✧ he was obsessed with the game clue! but instead of forcing you to play it with him he took you to the football field at night and showed you the constellations
✧ it was oddly…romantic
✧ you asked if he had confessed to his crush yet and he said he was planning on it tonight, and looks at you
✧ you swat his shoulder cus ur an oblivious idiot and told him to get going then since the night was almost over and he only laughed, then slyly confessed as you went into shock
✧ since then you’ve been together <3
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aether
✧ honestly you only knew of his existence because lumine was your roommate and when you were at class he came over to help her move in and she posted about it
✧ the most beautiful man to exist was in your room and you were stuck in algebra !!
✧ after that you followed him on instagram and after a few hours he completed the mutual >_>
✧ his feed was almost entirely mirror selfies and shots of him on family vacation taken by his sister
✧ according to his bio he was an education major, and you could already envision him being a cute school teacher, it fit his vibe
✧ he did attend the same college but you practically never ran into him until lumine was out of town for a concert and she told you to let her brother in since her packages had gone to his dorm by accident
✧ he arrived in the cutest hoodie with boxes stacked up till his face and a bag of groceries, he finally introduced himself to you, apologizing for it taking so long and how you were never around when he was over
✧ after setting the packages in lumine’s room he offered to make dinner and you watched him make sushi for you,,,which was super sexy he was great with a knife
✧ lumine came home to see you both giggling and she joined in on your dinner, making a comment on how she knew you were her brother’s exact type
✧ aether didn’t deny it
✧ later he started coming around to the dorm more often and waved at you in the hallways when he saw you, going out of his way to walk next to you
✧ he was an expert with hair, so if you had hair on the longer side he’d definitely braid it to match his
✧ you and aether were a real slow burn, even though he let you borrow his hoodies and make you dinner whenever you wanted neither of you confessed and lumine was sick of it!
✧ she locked you guys in your dorm and insisted you guys could come out once you were officially dating,,,
✧ he apologized for her and confessed, saying it was okay if you didn’t feel the same and you were like!?! was it not obvious?!?
✧ aether was a dumb blonde fr
✧ an hour later lumine opens the room to find you two making out
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scaramouche
✧ you knew him as the kid in the back of art class since it was the mandatory elective for most of the students and you always saw him there, usually alone
✧ he was too attractive for you to simply walk up to him but since you were also introverted in class the teacher put you two together as partners for the semester project
✧ you didn’t have time in class so he gave you his insta handle, you’d rather have his number but this would have to do smfh
✧ his feed was pictures where you could barely see his face and random ass photos he took, it was oddly attractive to see how inactive he was
✧ he refused to meet in the art studios when everyone else was using them, which you were okay with, so you ended up finishing your project late at night
✧ he was pretty and talented, but also very curt and honest and whenever he didn’t like something you did he’d be brutally honest
✧ he shared his spotify premium account with you bc he was sick of listening to the ads whenever you guys shared earbuds, which was an account he hasn’t even shared with his friends soooo
✧ when you finished your project you thought that would be the sad end of whatever the relationship between you two was, but to your surprise he sat next to you in class the next day…but he didn’t say a word
✧ you knew you’d have to put effort in if you wanted to be friends with him so you did all the talking despite being quite introverted yourself
✧ he’d grace you with a nod or a one-worded answer, which made you think he wasn’t interested,,, but when you stopped talking so much he asked you why you weren’t being as annoying as usual
✧ your art elective was ending in a week and you still hadn’t won the courage over to ask him out or to even hang out, you only saw him out of class at the library or in the halls and he usually had headphones on so you awkwardly shuffled by him
✧ you told yourself this was it, if he rejected you then you’d probably never see him around campus again and you could die in peace
✧ so on the last day of class you waited for him outside the door
✧ if he was surprised to see you, he didn’t show it, since he matched your pace and let you lead him down the hallway
✧ you confessed really quickly and were about to bolt away when he gripped onto your arm, giving you a strange look
✧ he questioned you on why the fuck you were running and you lamely explained because you were nervous
✧ he didn’t let go of your arm and simply shrugged, saying he accepted your feelings as you guys appeared in front of your next class
✧ he offered you a wave before leaving and you were SO CONFUSED and your questions weren’t answered until you found him waiting for you outside your classroom door
✧ you asked him fifty times if he actually liked you back and he rolled his eyes and kissed you to prove it cus he’s a tease
✧ you guys dated soon after that and dates included watching him paint in the studio or sharing a bowl of ramen late at night with a movie playing
✧ he posted photos of you he secretly took during dates, much to your dismay
✧ that’s how your seduced the emo mf !!
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a/n: ty for reading!! this series got a lot of love last time so i thought i’d do it again w more of my fictional boyfriends,, hope u enjoyed <33
read part one here
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urlocalheizousimp · 1 year
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Curiosity Pleasured The Cat
Pairings: Dom!Heizou x Cat!Fem!Reader
Summary: seems like little miss [name] got too curious for heizou, how’s he gonna deal with you?
Cw: breeding, tail pulling(?) and very obvious dumbification
Notes: again im horny with this man.
Note II: HOLY SHIT THIS IS SO BAD BUT AT THE SAME TIME I WAS REALLY REALLY HORNY…….
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You snuggled right next to Heizou as he worked, his gaze not leaving the paper in front of him as he grunts feeling your weight on his shoulder.
“Not now my dear [name]..” he tried reasoning out but you couldn’t seem to listen, you were needy for attention and he was the attention you needed.
Then a question hit you, it was stupid but you kept wondering. Do you know the quote: “curiosity killed the cat”? Well you were about to enter that territory.
“Hey Heizou..?” you called out to him, his gaze still on the paper as you two were sitting on your very home.
It was quite upsetting really. Even though Kujou Sara gave him an early leave, he would bring home documents from the station and solve them right at your house as you crave his attention.
“[name] dear?” he replied as you took a deep breath and brought the thought out your head.
“Do you think it’s possible for a human and a half-cat to make babies?”
Heizou froze at your question, he expected something like: “what do you guys do to the criminals after they’re caught?” or “how do we living mammals produce saliva in our mouths?”
You were a curious one indeed but he wasn’t expecting that question.
The more he thinks about it, the more his curiosity grew.
Then an idea popped in his head.
“Why don’t we see for ourselves dear?” Heizou turned his body to look at you and what you saw was a smirk followed by lust in his eyes.
Oh how you fucked up.
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“MM~ H-HEIZOU S-SLOW D-DOWN~ ANGH-!” “you should’ve thought about that you bad kitten~” here you were, screaming for his name as he pounded into your sopping wet cunt with your back facing him as your tail went to his waist.
“Tell me.. does this hurt?” he slowed down as he suddenly pounded into your cunt, even more harder this time as you squeaked loudly.
You were so loud, honestly the whole Teyvat could probably hear you right now but you didn’t care.
“You also never told me that you wanted to be mom~” Heizou teased you while he kept abusing your hole, groping your tits as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
“Hngh~! Heizou please moremoremoremoremoremore!” you were practically dumbfounded at this point, not wanting anything else besides his cock.
“Don’t worry [name], I’ll keep fucking you until you carry our children~ ♡” you whimpered into the sheets below, your vision was clouded with tears as you gripped onto Heizou’s fisted hand so tightly.
Heizou got another idea popped in his head and it was probably gonna hurt you, so he hesitated but did it anyway as you too dumbfounded to even notice.
Heizou pulled on your tail as he raised your hips, a whimper fell on your lips as your breath hitched on how painful it is. Few moments later the pain was replaced by pleasure as he went even deeper into your hole.
You wonder on how this man has gotten so much stamina, even you feel like passing out but you were enjoying this so much.
You honestly couldn’t wait the day you would have your little kittens. ♡
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atskiruma · 1 year
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you bump into him
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expl: while looking down at what you were holding, you didn't notice the person in front of you; bumping straight into them
a/n: the poll is still going but i'd say this won with the overwhelming vote of 61 to 38 | the poll of the last imagine
second-person writing no pronouns used | uses of the pet name baby in heizous part
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It seems that the Zapolyarny Palace was bustling with people today. It was no surprise when you entered the palace and were welcomed by a lot of people going which-ways trying to find their places. It was usually this busy regardless, seeing as the Fatui were extremely important, especially in the roots of Snezhnaya.
Tasked with being Pantalone's personal assistant, you also found yourself rushing between rooms and meeting with several other business owners hoping to borrow money from the organization.
This meant that breaks were rare since Pantalone worked you to the core and was always finding things for you to do. And you also met with a lot of the other Fatui members and were remarkably close to them. Those who Pantalone favored, were also in your favor, and those he disliked, you stayed away from.
"I need to you bring these to Pulcinella. Make sure to keep them all in order and once you give them to him, tell him I also marked the presentation for the next Tuesday." Pantalone said without giving you a glance. He seemed too interested in the vials that The Doctor had given him, Dottore was also present in the room.
You nodded, opening the door and leaving the room to make your way across the building. Continuing to look down at the documents, you marked every number at the top of the page in order to make sure they were in the correct order once you arrived. Knowing that there was hardly anyone in the hallway, you didn't mind not looking where you were going.
You were able to take 2 more steps until you collided with a hard surface. "Oof!" Came from your mouth until you watched as the papers burst into the air and landed in multiple different spots in the large hallway.
The distress you felt was ignored when you looked up and saw a large patch of ginger hair. The 11th Fatui Harbinger standing in front of you after turning around from the commotion. This was one of the harbingers that Pantalone did not like.
"Sorry about that! Seems like I was taking up a lot of the hallway." He said, before reaching down to help you pick up your papers. You also bent down to pick up some, noticing his lingering glances towards you in your peripheral every now and then.
Once the both of you picked up the papers, he handed you the ones he got and stepped back a bit to give you some space. Smirking at you while putting one of his hands on his hip.
"You're Pantalone's assistant aren't you? I know a familiar face when I see one." He said, walking behind you and putting a hand on your back while he urged you to keep walking to your destination.
That was when Pantalone's voice reached both of your ears, calling you to turn around and face him. You did, seeing as he was standing there with his hands crossed over his chest.
"I see you're taking my assistant somewhere Childe, may I ask you to halt your plan and return them at once." He said, his voice hinting at a small amount of irritation underneath.
Childe smiled, before reaching down to take your hand and place a kiss on top of it. "We'll meet again," He said, before walking away with a sly smirk on his face.
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The Traveler always seemed to excite their old-time friend and companion who came around once in a while and indulged you on the matter more times than you could count. This was a blonde-haired man who wore a black and blue cape, with a very mysterious personality.
But you never met him, of all the times you heard about him, you could practically call the two of you friends. You knew so much about the man but never came in contact with him once. This did spark curiosity, but at the same time, you were never going out of your way to finding him.
This changed when you and the Traveler were exploring the 3rd Windblume event in Mondstat. Multiple shops were open for longer, with new and exciting things to explore in them. It seemed the two of you, or, three of you, including the white-haired thing following along, were out for quite some time. This was evident when the sun began to set across the tall walls surrounding the city.
You were looking down at the new souvenirs you acquired on your trip to the shops and didn't notice the man standing in front of you near the front gates. With a swift moment, you managed to bump right into him when he seemed to be in a trance at the other shops along the coast.
This caused the both of you to get spooked in result, his hands coming to grab your waist when you tumbled backward and almost fell. When you finally opened your eyes, you were met with a very handsome blonde man... wearing a black and blue cape.
"Dainsleif! It's great to see you!" The white-haired creature exclaimed, learning that her name was Paimon after you asked who it was following the Traveler around all day. This also resulted in you receiving an awful nickname for your ignorance.
"Traveler, Paimon, I see you two are enjoying the festival." He said, with his hands evidently still on your waist. A small blush crept onto your face when you noticed he wasn't letting go either.
"Oh? Do you two know each other already?" The Traveler spoke, with a small smirk forming when they noticed the position both of you were in.
"No... I don't think we've met." He said, still completely oblivious to his action. Paimon also exclaimed, asking if the two of you were dating, which then called his attention to what was happening. He let go and dusted his hands off lightly on his pants, clearing his throat in slight embarrassment.
"Apologies, I'm Dainsleif, I also travel along Teyvat like the Traveler here."
Your rosy cheeks didn't seem to help your case when you spoke, "Nice to meet you... I think I'm going to head back you two, but I'll see you later." Speaking towards the Traveler and Paimon, you took a swift escape down the bridge and back to where you originally came from.
Dainsleif also found himself watching you leave until you were completely out of view, his left hand tightening a bit in remembrance of feeling your waist in his pocket.
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The Tenryou Commission was not where you wanted to be right now. But Thoma said it was the place to go when finding out where your lost change went after that robber passed by you in a flash.
He said you could find someone where to help you since all of the crime in Inazuma seems to be solved in the walls of the famous and intellectual detectives here.
It was noted that you really didn't know where you were going. The building was huge and you had never stepped foot in it before.
Multiple people could be seen going back and forth between rooms and others were off to the sides talking to themselves. It was really confusing, where did you go to talk to someone who'd help? Would anyone here help?
While walking around mindless, you hadn't looked where you were going and immediately bumped into someone. The man wasted no time grabbing you before you fell, and when you opened your eyes, you were immediately met face-to-face with bright green pupils.
"Woah! Watch out there, glad you bumped into me rather than anyone else Baby." A man said while still holding onto you when he lifted you up. You looked straight at him and tried to pick a name with the face, but came up with nothing.
"My name is Heizou if that's what you're wondering." He spoke, looking at you with a kind smile. "Can I ask what you're doing here? I can't imagine someone as attractive as you coming along." His flirtations seemed to pass by you one by one as he kept piling on compliments left and right.
The sound of the clan's head boomed across the hallway towards you too. "I've been waiting for your arrival! Thoma told me what happened, I'm here to help." Kujou Kamaji's voice was followed. You tried to turn and look at him but were still trapped in Heizou's arms.
"I see you've met Detective Heizou. Are you two perhaps close?" He asked once reaching you both. Your flustered face practically blew up and before you could say something, Heizou had already beaten you to it. "I'll be helping with the case instead Sir, but thank you for coming all this way." He said with a smile.
Your stuttering pleas for help didn't seem to reach either of their ears while they chatted and by the time they stopped, Kamaji was already walking away. You sighed looking back at Heizou to see him already looking towards you with a smirk.
"So anyways, how can I help you?"
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Working for the head of the Kamisato Clan was scary at first, you didn't know how to act around such important people. Eventually, you warmed up though, Thoma was very nice showing you the ropes and telling you that it was gonna be okay.
You also met a lot of people on the way through working your way up the ranks. You were just below Thoma's role and were helping him help the two siblings who ran the whole place.
Today was the day that the Traveler and a couple of other friends came to visit for some dinner. You and Thoma were invited of course, but the duties of cleaning came first and seemed to take up most of the time they were there.
The both of you worked as hard as you could, making sure every place around the house was spotless and clean. You eventually had to run back a few times to refill the bucket of water you were using, which was something you were tasked with doing again after getting through 4 rooms with the same bucket of water.
You managed to pick up the heavy bucket and insisted you do it when you saw Thoma's concerned glance. Walking out of the room you two were currently cleaning and watching the water as you walked to your backyard to insure you didn't spill, you hadn't noticed the person standing in your way in the hallway.
Met with a hard back, you shut your eyes and let out a grunt before stumbling backward with the bucket in hand.
"I'm really sorry, I didn't watch where I was going." You said before looking up at the man in front of you. Kazuha, that was his name. You remembered from the numerous amounts of visits he and the Traveler paid here.
He looked at you with a soft smile and glanced towards the soaked clothes you now wore after bumping into him. His eyes didn't seem to return to your own for a bit, and he looked more in a trance than anything at the fact that you were now soaked and more exposed.
"Apologies," he finally spoke, "I should have moved more off to the side in case of anyone going down the hall." His kind words reached your ears, and you smiled back. "Please, it's my fault, I was the one not looking where I was going." You said with a closed eye smile, that was until you felt something touch your chest and immediately shot your eyes open in surprise.
Kazuha had taken out a handkerchief and was dabbing the area where you had gotten wet. He seemed pretty focused on doing it too, his hand occasionally being too one to touch more of you than the cloth. You began flusteredly stuttering out words of assurance that it was okay and you were fine being a little wet. He didn't seem to hear you though and kept making sure to soak up as much water as possible in the tiny little handkerchief.
Once he was finished, he stood back up straight again and kept smiling at you. If you focused, a small blush coated his cheeks from the interaction.
"My apologies again, you've worked so hard making this place look nice." He said, and you smiled back with a larger blush on your own. Moving around him, you walked past to keep your journey going outside to empty the bucket, not before his hand brushed along your side as he walked the other way.
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lumiconic · 1 year
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“ if you’d say you love me ”
✧ some way or another, every member of the global pop sensation 6REEZE has fallen head over heels for you.
✧ kunikuzushi, venti, kazuha, heizou, aether, xiao ; fluff, slight hurt comfort ; idol au ; not proofread
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  the first to be sucked into your irresistible gaze is kunikuzushi, known as the main dancer kuni to 6REEZE’s devoted fanbase, STORM’S EYE. it’s almost funny, considering how kuni is known for being the sharpest and most angry member of the group, who dismissively flicks his hand at fans pleading for his autograph. somehow, it was always you who was able to see past his thorny exterior to the blazing passion underneath.
  as the group’s manager, you know almost everything about each of the boys, from their favorite colors to their most coveted dreams. only kuni refused at first to open up to you, calling it a waste of time because he had more important things to do than team-building. there were some tiny hints of disappointment on your face whenever he opted out of the group hangouts early, but you never forced him into anything, no matter how eager everyone else was.
  yet, there was some tiny part of him, buried far beneath, that almost wanted you to make him. to be given an excuse to learn more about you, and to be known as well as you knew the other boys. he never acted on it, and so it’s by complete chance the first time you show having knowledge of him beyond what he’s voluntarily shared.
  he was in the rehearsal room, packing up his bag and wiping the sweat off his brow after another long day of practice. while his singing and rapping skills were mediocre – for an idol, of course, which made them still far above average – he had been scouted solely for his skill at dancing and thus had to train much more in that area than any other. while it was his passion, he still found himself exhausted beyond belief at the end of the day.
  you opened the door without looking up, talking on the phone to someone about future marketing plans (i’m sorry, but if you want heizou to model that line then you need to take aether too because he doesn’t have enough deals yet). kuni cleared his throat.
  your head shot up and your eyes landed on him. “kuni!” you said, sounding surprised and ending the call with a tap of your finger. “oh, do you want this? here – ” you dug in your tote for a moment, then tossed a bottle to him. startled, he threw out his hands and almost fumbled the catch. 
  “ragnvindr energy?” he read the label out loud. the neon pink coloring on the plastic wrap almost hurt his tired eyes, but he was still able to discern the title. “what is this?” 
  “isn’t that your favorite brand?” you asked, sounding surprised.
  “yeah, but – how would you know that?” he said, the usual bite in his voice gone, replaced by confusion as he stared at the bottle. you tilted your head. “well, you bring it practically every day and keep it in your bag, so,” you shrugged, “i just noticed. that one’s my favorite, so i thought i’d have you try it too. which flavor do you like best?”
  there was some strange pulse of feeling through his chest at those words. that casual recognition, the easy way you stated that you had noticed something about him. that you were paying attention. He couldn’t explain why it felt so important. so heady and exhilarating in a way that almost rivaled the feeling of dancing.
  “green tea,” he said, without thinking. “the more bitter it is, the better.”
  you laughed, and he sucked in a breath. the sound was like – the first rays of light peeking over the horizon in the morning; like rain drumming on leaves in the midst of a storm. like music. so easily, he could be lost in that rhythm the way he gets swept into a song even in just the first few beats of an addictive melody.
  “green tea, huh. you aren’t supposed to have that much caffeine, but i saw how hard xiao was pushing you today.” you lifted your shoulders in a what can you do gesture, then pressed your index finger to your lips. “maybe try to drink more water in the future, but for now you definitely deserve this. let’s keep it our secret, okay?”
  “o-okay,” kuni stumbled over the word, surprise still freezing his wide-eyed expression in place, hating the choked breath lingering in his throat as you smiled back at him. a blush rose to his face at the sight, coloring the apples of his cheeks bright red. “thanks.” 
  “of course! once this next m/v comes out, you’ll have more room to breathe,” you said reassuringly. “just hold out til then.” he nodded, not trusting himself to speak without his voice cracking embarrassingly. what is this? [name] of all people, causing this reaction? get yourself together! they’re just your damn manager, not your – 
  he silenced his inner thought before it could finish that humiliating sentence.
  “well, see you later,” you said, waving goodbye and leaving the room as you tugged your phone out of your bag, already returning to your itinerary of plans to make. there was silence for a long moment, his eyes still focused sightlessly towards the door. kuni looked at the bottle in his hand, turning it over multiple times before unscrewing the cap, lifting it up, and dumping the whole thing over his head.
  he stood there for a moment, the smell of artificial sunsettia flavoring soaking through his hair and cool, sticky juice dripping down his cheeks, soaking into his long sleeved exercise shirt, and pooling at his feet, an speechlessly angry and dumbfounded expression on his face. the heat in his cheeks refused to dissipate. then he took a deep breath in, hoisted his bag over his shoulders, and headed for the showers.
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  the second person to be enchanted by you is venti, the main singer, with a pleasant, boyish voice that can go unexpectedly deep and serious. considered immature and childish, he’s also the most rebellious of the group, in a way; the one who would disappear for hours at exactly the wrong times, fetching expensive gifts for the other members and interrupting meetings with the company heads to interject his own opinions on music and production.
  this was yet another day that he was spending doing the opposite of what he was meant to; visiting a local café, one of his personal favorites because of their cutely decorated cakes and lattes, wearing thick black sunglasses and a face mask.
  currently, he was hurrying away from the café, holding a bag with a small box of petit fours and a caramel-apple flavored special edition coffee, trying to lay out his plans for the rest of the day. i just need to get out of here, then i’ll get right back to the company and start practicing again. it’ll only be about ten minutes to go straight home, it shouldn’t take that long…
  “oh my god! is that venti?! like, from 6REEZE?!” 
  … damn it.
  “can i please get a photo? i love 6REEZE, i know all your songs! i have, like, every single photocard released since you debuted!” the nervous babble of the girl who spotted him was admittedly somewhat flattering. “h-hey, sure, a photo’s fine!” venti said, a dazzling smile leaping to his face as he bent slightly to make a peace sign at the camera. the girl clutched her phone in both hands as she took the photo, like it was a priceless item of some kind. 
  “oh, me too, please! you’re my favorite!” begged her friend, bouncing excitedly; her hysterical voice reached a new pitch as venti did finger hearts in her photo. “hey, what’s going on over there?” “what, is he some kind of celebrity?” voices began to bubble through the crowd at the noise, and soon enough, there was an entire group of people shoving up against him, asking for pictures and autographs and asking questions that he could barely hear. 
  panic was starting to burn in his chest, flustered words of hey, excuse me, i’ve really got to go spilling from his lips, with no end in sight to the mayhem. then, he spotted a familiar figure; you, hand shielding your eyes from the sun, peering out over the crosswalk for, presumably, him. your gaze lit on the commotion, and then on him. your jaw dropped slightly in surprise at the uproar being caused simply by his presence. 
  he made eye contact with you through the crowd, panic sparking in his eyes, an unmistakable help me forming on his lips. there was annoyance on your face, and for a second he thought you were going to leave, but instead you opened your mouth as wide as it would go and shouted, “HEY! IS THAT CHILDE FROM DCKZ?” pointing – somewhat unkindly – at a random passerby, a tall boy with bright ginger hair.
  screams rose from the crowd, the unique sound of teenagers seeing their favorite, most handsome celebrity crush, and in the following roar of sound as the poor boy was swarmed without warning, venti was able to slip away, flicking his sunglasses back down onto his face. 
  you met him in the center of the crosswalk, quickly starting to walk again. you chided him gently, smacking his arm with the back of your hand at his impulse to suddenly disappear, and he apologized, only sort of meaning it.
  “part of me is kinda annoyed that someone like childe would get more attention than me,” venti remarked wryly, hooking his mask with one finger and pulling it back over his face, careful to tuck his two toned braids into the back of his hoodie. “with his one-note singing, he shouldn’t have half the audience i do.”
  “sure, but don’t worry, that won’t last for long,” you said, your eyes sparkling with determination as you strode confidently through the streets; venti’s slightly shorter legs scrambled to keep up with your quick, assertive pace. “you’ll be a superstar someday. i’ve always been sure of it.”
  there was a sudden, strange feeling of a lump in his throat; his green eyes flickered to your back, the 6REEZE tour hoodie that you were wearing and its list of sold out dates written down the smooth, high quality fabric, and strange whispers of memory fluttered into his mind. a thousand days spent practicing, the moments right before rising onto the stage, his heart pounding so hard he could barely think and sick nervousness boiling in his stomach, rendering him almost unable to speak. and you, of course, holding out a water bottle, a sheet of lyrics, a helping hand, as always.
  his breath caught and a frantic whirl of thoughts spilled into his mind. the feeling that there’s something he was always overlooking before, something obvious that he never noticed even though it was right in front of his face, like he was missing something crucial, something so important that now that he had noticed its absence it was like a puzzle piece had been cut out of his still beating heart.
  wind blew past his face, and time seemed to slow down in the next second; you turned, a smile flitting to your lips and the words “hey, go a bit faster!” falling into the air as your hand flashed out, connecting the space between you, and grabbed his wrist. in that moment, there was no other way to describe you than… angelic, with golden sunshine drenching your face, your fingers cool against his skin, and he struggled, suddenly, to take air into his lungs.
  “anyway, what did you leave for?” you asked, abruptly breaking the spell. venti shook his head, disoriented. “w… what? oh – i,” he held up his paper bag sheepishly. “i wanted to get a coffee.”
  “oh? from where?”
  “just this café i like,” he said, almost embarrassed of the answer. “well, can i try something?” you asked. he fumbled in the bag for a moment before taking out a small pastry, a layered cube of strawberry shortcake. you popped it into your mouth and chewed for a moment, and he found himself holding his breath with the hope that you would like it.
  “wow, that’s really good,” you said with surprise. “can i come with you next time?”
  there was no excuse for the shot of adrenaline that rushed through him at the innocent question, and he was so thankful that you weren’t facing him as a giddy smile crossed his face. “sure thing!” he said, brightening, and quickened once more to continue in pace with you.
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  the third person to melt into your fascinating mind is kaedehara kazuha, the songwriter of the group and main rapper; a fan favorite for his calm and relaxing exterior that belies a fierier soul underneath. it helped, of course, that he wrote extremely popular and romantic songs. you had a strong friendship with him, as he was the member you had known the longest, practically since he was a trainee and you were both much younger.
  right now, he was laying on the floor of your apartment and listening to a demo track of a new song, already planning the words to the sweet, delicate piano melody, while you sat on the couch scribbling in a spiral bound notebook, eyebrows knit in a concentrated expression. you heaved a sigh, ripping out a sheet of paper and crumpling it into a ball before tossing it on the floor frustratedly. kazuha paused the music. “what’s wrong?”
   “i’m just – trying to figure this out,” you sighed. “the words just won’t come to me.”
  “what are you writing?”
  “… poetry,” you said begrudgingly. when he laughed, hiding the surprised and excited thump his heart made when he heard that word, and then the following shock at those emotions, you threw a pillow at him. “stop it! you write this kind of thing too!” 
  “yes, but i get paid to do it,” he pointed out, refraining to mention that it was also his main pastime outside of his idol duties. “can i see it?” you shook your head instantly, and his lips tugged downwards into a frown. so, [name] writes poetry. what a coincidence. his eyes glittered, fixing his unhappy look on you.
  you closed your notebook and gave him a big smile, slightly pained in a way he could only recognize due to your years of friendship. “really, it’s just a hobby. it’s about time for dinner anyways. shall i start making something?”
  “no, show me,” he requested, tilting his head, dark red eyes locked onto yours. “please?” he wanted to see them so badly, a hint of desperation seeped into his voice. he almost cringed at that sound. but why was he so curious? of course, he inexplicably loved the idea that you had one of the same hobbies as him. composing poetry and songs? it was as if you were made to be together.
  he bit down hard on the inside of his cheek, and tasted salt on his tongue for a second, the pain jolting him back into his right mind. partners, of course, is what he meant. friends. nothing more than that. how could he be having such stupid thoughts about you, his oldest friend? 
  your voice drew him into reality again. “okay, fine, just don’t judge me. it’s… really dumb,” you admitted, closing your eyes and cracking open the spine of the notebook. kazuha ran his fingertips over the paper, ridged with line after line of your cramped handwriting in thick ink. as he took in the contents of the pages, his eyes widened. this is…
  “a love poem?” he said aloud. you squeezed your eyes shut as he started to read the words halfway down the page. “… lost to me like dandelion fluff / i grasp for another handful / another breath, wishing for you cupped in my hands.” he rocked backwards, clapping his hand over his mouth not soon enough to muffle the laughter.
  your cheeks colored and you snatched the notebook back. “ugh, kazuha! get out of here! i didn’t even finish it yet!”
  “no, no! i’m not laughing at you!” he said, though he was a bit. such a tacky way of words, and yet… “it’s just so sentimental, i never would have expected this from you. it’s, sort of sweet.”
  “well, you never know,” you said, placated slightly by his words. “and anyway, i’d never show it to anyone but you. it’s just for fun.”
  you’d never show it to anyone but me? logically, he knew there were a thousand reasons for you to say that, ranging from him being another poet, to him being your close friend. and yet, he latched onto the one he wanted the most. 
  “who’s it for?” he asked, as casually as he could, as calmly and slowly as he could. as if there was no meaning behind that question at all. as if the idea that such a poem could maybe, possibly be for him didn’t make his heart explode into fireworks of joy, without him even knowing why. no, not quite; of course, he knew why. his job was writing love songs, anyway. he had just never thought that of all people, it would be you who caused these feelings he’d sang about a thousand times yet never experienced.
  “i’m not telling,” you said, sticking your tongue out childishly before looking embarrassed. his heart plummeted into his stomach. even though it was an answer to be expected. he couldn’t explain this crushing disappointment at your refusal to speak. “w-well, anyway… why don’t we go get something to eat now?”
  it was unmistakably an escape from a conversation you didn’t want to continue. yet, kazuha wanted to ask you to wait, so he could see another poem of yours. even if it led to heartache, he wanted to know so badly that it almost hurt. the possibility of you writing something like that for him was something he wanted more than anything in that instant. and yet…
  more than that, he wanted you to be comfortable around him. that was truly what he wanted most. so… “okay, sure,” he obliged, and you set down your precious notebook as the two of you stood to leave, him casting one more glance towards it and wondering after its tantalizing contents. 
  as you both stood in the elevator, waiting for its descent to the bottom floor, he turned to you. “hey, what was the name of that poem again?”
  “dandelions,” you said, another embarrassed flush tinting the tips of your ears. “it’s silly, but— ”
  “no, it isn’t. dandelions,” he repeated, the word tingling on his tongue. it felt like he was on the verge of something new, somehow, that familiar warm, sparking feeling he always got right before an idea for a brand new project. “i like it.”
  the next single is soon released, titled wishes in the breeze, a heartfelt ode laced with sugary-sweet declarations of love for an unknown person. you find a copy of the tape– its cover plastered with an image of the boys sitting together with their backs to the camera, kazuha in the middle, one eye showing as he turns his head– outside your apartment door; in the liner notes of the tape are shreds of a poem in red ink.
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  the third to fall prey to your beauty is shikanoin heizou, the main visual and most outgoing, charismatic member of 6REEZE. of course, he’s quite talented as the other members, but his true strength is in his magnetic personality that draws in new fans almost every day. he always knows just what to say, a perfect comeback locked and loaded on his tongue and ready to burst no matter what the situation is.
  after wishes in the breeze won ‘best new pop song’ at a prestigious teyvat awards event, you and 6REEZE were invited to a celebration dinner with many other famous artists. heizou was standing with the other members and holding small talk with a punk-pop girl band trio that recently released an album that swept the awards, golden apple. 
  “heya, [name] just came in,” the shortest girl said, tilting her head towards the entrance. “ain’t  that ya manager, heizou?” he smiled instantly, and agreed, “ah, yes!” with a gleeful look on his face. “i wasn’t sure they were going to show up, they don’t usually like big crowds, but i guess this was too important of an opportunity to pass up.”
  he swiveled to greet you, hand already raising in a wave, and as his gaze landed on you, the world seemed to stop turning for a moment, the words falling out of his mouth and disappearing.
  highlighted underneath the dancing lights, there you were; in a forest green tuxedo, the silken material of your sleeves almost glowing as you rubbed the back of your neck nervously. your hair was styled in such a way that you looked like royalty, sweeping over your shoulders, and when you turned your head slightly and the bright color of your eyes was caught in the glimmer from the spotlights above, he could just feel his heart in his throat and the bittersweet taste of longing.
  heizou was unable to speak for a few seconds, almost unable to breathe. it was lucky for him that kazuha caught sight of you and waved you over, because he couldn’t get a single syllable out, let alone a greeting. you crossed the room to the small group.
  “how fancy,” kuni scoffed, sharp nose turned up as he jutted out his chin. “no wonder it took you so long to get here, primping like this.”
  you pulled at your sharp collar. “it’s a little stifling,” you said with just a hint of sweat to betray your flustered interior underneath your calm expression. “i don’t usually get dressed up like this, but… it’s for such a special occasion, and it’s a little fun too – ”
  “it looks amazing, [name]!” venti exclaimed, stars in his eyes as he grabbed your hand and pumped it up and down. “seriously, the best! you didn’t have to go so all out for us, we would have been happy with just a fancy sash or something,” he laughed. you accepted his handshake without a change of expression, as the other boys oohed and aahed dutifully.
  “i mean, come on! this is so fancy, i’m shocked to see [name] all dressed up and looking sharp! i wish we could see you like this more often,” venti continued, turning to look at heizou with a smile. “right?” 
  the question was surely meant innocently, as a query for the other contender for flirtiest member. it was most likely that venti had expected only a oh yes, it’s quite stunning, but not as stunning as [name]’s cute face by itself. but heizou had no smart remark, instead offering only a “yeah, it’s fine,” with a flat, unchanging face, before turning on his heel and practically running for the exit. “hey!” venti said, surprised, as if trying to call him back, but it was no use; the red-head boy was already out of earshot in a matter of seconds.
  “ah… ? heizou?” you said, taken aback as you watched heizou’s rapidly retreating frame. “did i… do something wrong?” a strange sadness seemed to fill your chest, and your hand fell away to rest limply by your side.
  pushing through the double doors, heizou finally managed to escape. he ducked around a corner, hunching over and staring at the floor, his breathing fast with exertion and agitation. “that’s… just not fair,” he mumbled into his hand, palm pressed to his mouth and face burning red. “to suddenly show up in something like that? it’s practically playing dirty… ”
  he sunk to the floor, getting dust on the legs of his suit, but he barely noticed, burying his face in his hands with only thoughts of you rushing through his head. he had no doubt the others were wondering after him, but there was no chance he could go back in his current state, barely able to think straight. 
  “man, [name]… you really are dreamy.” 
  though the mood of the celebration was dampened by heizou’s partial absence and your dejection, you managed to go to bed that night with a smile on your face due to the fun atmosphere and the others making a special effort to cheer you up. the next time you saw heizou, he presented you with a gift box tied in an intricate knot with a silk ribbon. inside, was a less formal version of that outfit, in a popular style that you could wear out on the street.
  “because you said you thought it was fun,” he says, tucking his hands behind his back to conceal their shaking. “i thought you would like something like this. to wear whenever you want. but if it’s too much, or silly, i – ”
  “i love it, heizou,” you say firmly, cutting him off. “thank you.” when you hesitantly pulled him into a hug, his arms came up automatically to wrap around your back, his breathing almost stopping with an nervous thrill that traveled up his spine. he wondered for a second if you could feel his heartbeat and how fast it was pounding inside his chest, before pushing the thought aside and letting himself just feel the warmth of your arms for that short moment.
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  the fifth person captivated by your kindness is aether, the youngest member and the least experienced, with no solid lead position. every person in 6REEZE has their fair share of fans, but he had a noticeable lack of support compared to the others; the company that managed the group, SHOGUNATE ENTERTAINMENT, just seemed to have it out for him, barely giving him any solos or spending any time marketing him.
  of course, no one ever voiced their concerns at his treatment aloud, not when he seemed so truly optimistic. nobody wanted to be the person to make that grin disappear. spending all day, every day practicing, waving the others off when they asked him to take a break, every moment was dedicated to the betterment of his idol persona, never letting that golden smile drop from his face.
   it felt like it was a thousand degrees on the set of their next m/v, yet aether was still practicing, the sound of their upcoming release today and tomorrow blaring through his ears. it was the only song he had heard in at least a week, but he couldn’t take a break for even a second if he wanted to remember the whole thing without one mistake.
  when his twenty-third(? he lost count around number fifteen) runthrough of the song finally finished, leaving him kneeling on the floor, he shut off the music. in the silence of the empty room, there was some kind of pounding still echoing in his head, making it hard for him to think straight. as he rose to his feet, his vision blacked out for a moment.
  “aether, you’re still here?” said a sudden voice, laced with surprise. he looked up to find you, apparently having just entered and in the midst of rearranging a couple of set pieces. as your gaze traveled over him, your eyes widened slightly. “are you okay? you look so pale.”
  “yeah, ‘m fine, just – just tired,” he mumbled, swaying on his feet slightly. your worried expression swam before his eyes. “is it hot in here, or… ?” were his last words before he stumbled and fell, the ground rushing up to meet him faster than he could react with his exhausted, nonresponsive limbs, eyes closing and unable to think properly.
  huh… ?
  the world pulsed around him in blinking black dots. somehow, he hadn’t hit the ground yet. it felt wrong that he would still be falling; he forced his eyes open with great struggle, and found that you had caught him. how strange… why couldn’t i move… ?
  you gently lowered yourself to the floor, allowing him to rest his head against your leg. “aether,” you said, your voice pained and worried, “how hard have you been practicing? have you taken any breaks today?”
  “no, i was trying to learn the choreography without – ” the words caught in his dry throat, breath scraping painfully, and you looked even more worried as he coughed. “without pausing at all.”
  a tch sound escaped your lips, expression more concerned than he’d ever seen it before. “you must be so dehydrated.” you bit your lip. “aether, you know you’re just hurting yourself this way. this level of work… it’ll hinder your progress, rather than help it.”
  despite the discouraging nature of your words, it was gratitude for that acknowledgement, and some thick, warm emotion that brought a strange moisture to aether’s eyes. he tried to rub at his eyes, but his hand was shaking too hard. “no, i have to do this.”
  “why?” you demanded.
  he barely knew how to put it into words. “i’m just… the weak link,” he said, tears pricking for a moment before he blinked them away, one hand resting on his temples and shielding his face from your concerned gaze. “i’m not good at anything, so i have to practice and practice to make up for – ”
  “you’re not the weak link, aether,” you said firmly, your voice so kind and earnest that it almost brought tears to his eyes yet again. “you’re like – the glue, you can do everything perfectly well. there’s nothing wrong with not having a specialty. you work so hard, and always go out of your way to support everyone. don’t let me hear you talking like that, okay?”
  “but – ” he tried to protest, then almost melted underneath the force of your angry, anxious eyes. even with the embarrassment of being in this situation, there was some foreign ember of warmth in his chest that burned hotter with every word from you. he couldn’t explain it, but it was like hearing those things from you was rejuvenating somehow; soaking into his body and leaving him feeling looser, calmer in its wake. he didn’t know if it was because it was you specifically, and he was almost afraid to think about it. 
  “no buts!” you snapped. “i refuse to listen to you thinking this way about yourself. you’re incredibly capable and strong, and don’t you dare bottle this up and work yourself to the point of passing out again. i know you can do it, without punishing yourself for no reason. it’ll be okay.”
  “… okay,” he nodded. you pressed your hand against his forehead and winced. “you better not be getting sick. now go home and rest up. i don’t want to see you here again until tomorrow afternoon, got it?”
  you walked him to the exit, making sure he drank almost the entire contents of his water bottle, with orders to go to sleep extra early. yet, even with those directions, he tossed and turned almost all night, still feeling the force of your laser-hot gaze every time he closed his eyes. 
  the day filming started, there was no doubt in him that he could nail the entire choreography. even xiao commented on his movements seeming more sharp than usual, his voice more fluid as well. of course, there was a reason for that, but he would never have voiced it aloud that he wanted just one more second of your eyes on him. just one more word of praise that felt so much more real coming from you than anyone else.
  there was a six-second focus on him for the second chorus, and he poured all of his saved-up energy into that moment. “i want you here, i want you with me in my arms,” he sang, throwing his entire body into the next twirling movement, and pointed straight at the camera with the unfaltering wish that you would see and know he was speaking to you. “you’re my love, the one i’m wishing for, today, tomorrow, forever!”
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  the sixth member of 6REEZE to love you is xiao, the center and leader of the group. though STORM’S EYE has no shortage of love for him due to his mesmerizing voice and mature good looks, he is the least social of the boys, known as ‘ice prince’ because he’s so aloof and cool at fan events. there is no one in public knowledge that he chooses to let his guard down around; even in vlogs, he barely socializes and keeps to himself, practicing or listening to music on bulky headphones.
  SHOGUNATE ENTERTAINMENT works mainly out of an enormous compound filled with training rooms and facilities for all of their groups and other productions. the residence reserved for 6REEZE is attached to it. technically, it could be shared by the group, but the only people who really live there are venti and xiao, and venti is almost always out on other business (or so he claims) anyway.
  the roof of the apartment has an amazing view of the entire city and the sky. it’s the perfect place to go when a break and fresh air is needed, meaning xiao can almost always be found there. and now, after an incident in which a very important standalone project where he was meant to collaborate with a girl group has been cancelled due to strong pushback from fans, he’s vanished, and you know exactly where he’s gone.
  watching the door still swinging shut from his sudden exit, president miko clicked her tongue carelessly. “ah, so immature. do you remember when we were young enough to be able to throw tantrums whenever things went awry, ei, dearest?” she tilted her head at the purple haired woman, who sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “we could secure another collaboration, but apparently not with any girl group. perhaps xing/yun or LUPICAL… ?” she mused. “could someone please go after him?”
  “i can – ” kuni volunteered, already raising from his seat, before you rocketed to your feet, pushing your chair in. “i’m on it! please email me your consensus later!” the other boys watched, taken aback, as you gave a hasty bow and practically sprinted out.
  you found him on the roof, of course, leaning over the balcony with a stony line to his jaw. you approached, and he raised his hand without greeting. “what happened back there?” you asked tentatively.
  “how can they take away an opportunity so selfishly?” he spat. you weren’t sure whether he was talking about the fans or SHOGUNATE ENTERTAINMENT, but nodded anyway. as the leader, he was naturally under the most stress, and when he got into a bad mood there was nothing to do but wait it out. 
  “i don’t know if i can do this anymore,” he said, feeling the smallest crack in his voice and dragging a hand down his face. “we’re always being watched, always having to obey stupid rules that don’t even make sense! this was an important collaboration, i’m not a commodity that will lower in value if i work with a girl! if our fans can’t handle us acting like normal people, they aren’t even our fans, are they?”
  “i know,” you said, trying to soothe him, placing a hand on his arm only for it to be shaken off. he glared out at the city for a moment, eyes focused above the horizon. “it’s just not fair,” you continued. “but xiao, there are alternatives – ”
  “i don’t want alternatives,” he interrupted, “i’m not sure if i even want to be an idol sometimes. all these rules are too much.” he turned and met your eyes. “and you know the worst one of all.”
  “of course i do.” you reached out and tucked a lock of hair behind his ear. “but are you serious about not wanting to be an idol? because, if you ever chose to leave the company, i… can also leave.”
  “you can’t put your career in jeopardy just for this.” he gave a frustrated huff. “this stupid company is just so stifling. i didn’t think being an idol would be like this when i first signed up.”
  “well, that’s why i’m here, right?” you offered. “to make your life easier. my career isn’t as important, so as your manager, i could – ”
  “you’re more than my manager.” his tone was gentler, the earlier roughness somehow melting away, and the words were quiet enough that nobody could possibly hear, meant only for you as he tilted his head, golden eyes finding yours. “you know that.”
  “xiao.” 
  “i won’t let you endanger your own job prospects if i leave.”
  you stared at each other for a moment. the wind stirred your hair around your face, framing it in the most beautiful way. his heart caught in his throat. the painful look of uncertainty mixed with determination that you wore was sure to be mirrored on his own face.
  “i would never stay here, without you,” you said finally, your voice tight. “i’ll go wherever you go.”
  he opened his mouth, unable to form words as a response to this, and you looked at him. there was nothing in your eyes but earnestness, and he thought for the millionth time how heart-stoppingly beautiful you were. he cupped your face with both hands, and there you were in silence for a long second, the cotton candy sunset gleaming down onto you.
  “[name],” was the word that finally escaped his lips, taking in your sweet scent that enveloped you like an angel’s aura. you wrapped your arms around his neck, murmuring xiao in the quietest voice, a secret that wreathed through the air, like smoke curling into a calm breeze. “i love you.”
  you kissed him, then; and when your lips met, he felt his worries melt away, and the overwhelming thought that he couldn’t care less if the whole world knew about your relationship; it was like he could feel everything, like he was frozen and time only started moving again when you were together. eternity could pass in a heartbeat and he would never know, not when he was holding you.
  whether 6REEZE was together or not, whether he stayed an idol, or the trifling problems of his everyday life – nothing like that seemed to matter when he was with you. it felt inconsequential. no matter what the company wanted from him, he could do it; as long as he could continue to kiss you like this, he would do anything in the world. 
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whoistartaglia · 10 months
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Happy blog anniversary!!
May I request heizou,spring,evening?
Thank you very much!
this turned into a longer fic than anticipated, but i so love how it turned out
loves me, loves me not.
“loves me,” you whisper under your breath, “loves me not. loves me, loves me not. loves me…” you trail off. you only have one more petal left.
you fling the mostly barren flower to the ground behind you and grab another one from the vase.
“loves me—“
“[name]?”
you startle and turn around, hiding the flower you’re currently working on behind your back. heizou stands here, the previously discarded flower caught in his hand. the several others are scattered on the floor.
“heizou! hi.”
“hi?” it comes out like a question. “what are you doing?” heizou asks, tilting his head.
“nothing! just…admiring the flowers you gave me.”
admiring was putting it very, very mildly. you were laying down with heizou before you decided to get a drink of water, before you decided to play a stupid game of loves me, loves me not, with one of the flowers in the bouquet heizou brought home for you. but play stupid games and win stupid prizes, and all of yours have been a series of “loves me not.”
“admiring them by ripping them to pieces and leaving them on the floor?”
“it’s my special way of showing appreciation.”
heizou laughs. “then i’m very glad you haven’t done this to me.” he comes around you and looks accusingly at the vase. “i do believe this was full not even an hour ago, darling.”
you twist the flower you’re still holding nervously. “are you mad?”
“no,” heizou responds. he nods to the flower. “you keep getting loves me nots?”
“how did you know?”
“i’m a detective. i’m very good at these things.” he gives a pointed look at the floor. “there’s also that.” he doesn’t mention that your guilty smile was enough without all the incriminating evidence lying around.
“i’ll do it for you.” heizou snatches your flower. “okay. ready?”
“heizou, i’ve done it a million times—“
“and do you believe i actually don’t love you?”
“no.”
“then humor me.” he clears his throat very dramatically, and removes the first petal. “loves you.” another petal. “loves you.” another. “loves you.”
you interrupt him, “you’re doing it wrong, heizou.”
he laughs, the sound of trees dancing in the wind, flowers ruffling in the breeze.
“no,” he says, ripping the remaining petals off and repeating the same line, “i’m not.”
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koiir · 8 months
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⸻ Talk that Talk! ⸻
Drabbles based on lyrics from twices “talk that talk”
𓈒࣪ 𐐪𐑂 ─ Pairings; Scaramouche, heizou, Alhaitham x gn!reader
𓈒࣪ 𐐪𐑂 ─ Genre/content; fluff, angst + comfort on Alhaithams, not proofread
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“A to Z, you are quite sweet But I wanna skip the more important thing”
He hates this, Scaramouche hates it so much how you can’t seem to take a hint as he has tried to get you to notice these small things. You say you aren’t oblivious, but he begs to differ. How do you not notice it? Notice the way he treats you unlike he does with others?
He feels like his head is about to explode as he watches you chat away with another classmate. Stupid. You’re so stupid for not noticing the glances your classmate is giving you…you really are oblivious.
He’s trying to not make it obvious, yet he friends notice the way he eyes daggers at the classmate. They can only snicker seeing Scaramouche so worked up after only calling you a “friend” and nothing more. But they all know his true feelings, they just wonder if he will do anything.
They believe the indigo haired will just watch, yet his next movements leave them to raise an eyebrow.
He can’t deal with this, Scaramouche thinks to himself. He can’t let that classmate of yours who clearly is into you take what he has been longing for. The male makes his way up to you, completely dismissing the classmate.
“Scara?” He feels his heart beating and wants to smirk at the classmate at how easily he has gotten your attention, your eyes now glued on Scaramouche.
“Cmon, i gotta show you something.” He doesn’t even bother to wait for your response before grabbing your wrist. This is new, Scaramouche has never dared to make physical contact like this before. Maybe it’s a part of him that is possessive and wants to make it obvious. Especially to that classmate.
Here’s his chance, Scaramouche can finally get to the finish line of this. To the important part. With you two out of the classroom, the halls are empty as he stands in front of you. He keeps quiet but he knows you have your questions, he blushed looking away from you.
“I like you.”
He sees the way your eyes widen as your mouth is now agape, clearly not having this in mind. You didn’t expect a confession, much less for Scaramouche. He liked you?
“W-what?” You seem to be in a trance as you stare at him, but it’s anything but that as your mind races with thoughts. How? Why? You start to think back about your time being friends with Scaramouche and seeing if you could find any evidence of these feelings.
“Gosh [name] you’re so…stupid. You seriously didn’t know that I liked you?” “No! Absolutely not!”
He sighs out, but he grins as he sees you getting so worked up about not knowing this…and how he keeps insulting you for not realizing it.
“You actually like me?” He knows you have slight doubts, not expecting someone like him to have these types of feelings since he’s also so…. Himself.
“I’m not gonna say it twice, I actually like you idiot.” He wishes you could have been smarter…but it doesn’t change the fact that his heart beats for you and only you. Scaramouche doesn’t know why but he’s feeling rather bold, he pulls you in for a hug. You didn’t expect this….you didn’t even think he would have done something like this.
Baby, you know the answer, yes or yes / Don’t wanna waste time with the push-and-pull
It’s not exactly push and pull, most likely one sided with how heizou try’s to woo you. How long has it been since he’s…been like this for you? Ah, doesn’t really matter—cause it’s clear as day that heizou will never give up.
It feels like a lifetime with him working by your side, he almost views you as a beacon of hope whenever he has you on the same case as him. Yet he can’t deny that you are definitely the better the detective, yet maybe not with this…cause it seems you don’t bat an eye at his tactics as you wave him goodbye. Your grin making his face light up as he only wants more of this.
“Man alive… won’t you ever let that attitude go [name]?” You have your back turned away from heizou, as you roll your eyes. He actually asked you out…yet he played it off as a “catch up day” since you two have been so caught up in work. But with the way he wrapped an arm around you, it was obvious heizou wanted a date. From you.
“No, I probably won’t ever…” you want to say more, but you can’t voice out what you’re thinking in this moment. You don’t exactly know what to feel as you want to shut him down, but you know that isn’t what you truly want. You’re never doubt your thoughts or feelings, so why now?
“Won’t you say anything [name]? Don’t leave me hanging!” Heizou seems to resemble a lost puppy as he looks at you wishing for you to turn around. You know you should, maybe that would help give you your answer. You turn to see him and see the glint in his eyes, you feel your heart pound seeing him like this.
“I… i don’t know.” “What do you mean you don’t know?!”
He’s a little surprised at your answer, since he thought you would give an actual answer instead of an “I don’t know.” He feels a new idea pop into his mind, one that is bound to make you say yes.
“Well….” Heizou backs away from you, at teasing grin making a way onto his face. “You have two choices…” why is he making this so suspenseful? You feel yourself start to become more nervous, but not in that bad way—almost as if you’re awaiting for his next words as you become more giddy. But of course you don’t show it.
“Yes…or yes?” Huh? Oh. He’s asking about the date…you have two choices…yes or yes….
It was such a cliché thing for him to say, not giving you a choice to say “no.” Maybe that’s what you needed, cause you felt like you had the answer you needed. Definitely not because you didn’t want to admit you wanted to go on a date with him…
“So that’s your move heizou?” You now share a grin as you let your facade wash away as you start to feel true to yourself.
“Well to answer your question….yes.” You see the way his grin grows larger yet more pure as he feels himself filled with joy by your answer. It seems his tactic worked as you gave him the choice he had been wanting for so long.
Talk that talk, just one word / Talk that talk, l-o-v-e
He doesn’t know what to do, Alhaitham try’s to think of what to with this situation. It started with you two enjoying the company of the other, it felt almost perfect. To good to be true. And when those three words fell out of your lips, he felt himself become blank. Everything stopping as he took in what you had told him.
“I love you.”
Now as he sits with the emptiness of the library, Alhaitham wonders why the hell he kept quiet. How he had a battle of doubt with his feelings, he just needed the time to think about this. It’s not because it was early to say those words, but he thought if he should say it back. Is he capable of your love?
He feels stupid, so stupid for not talking it out with you. Cause now he has left you to avoid him and he knows he only has himself to blame. Alhaitham knows the answer, he wishes he could have known this earlier. When you spilled your heart to him.
It feels like time has gone slower, he doesn’t bat an eye at anyone as he thinks of the way back to you. And thankfully he is able to find you, your back facing him as alhaitham watches the way your gaze is fixated on the clear view of flowers.
He feels his stiff body now become more relaxed seeing you so peaceful, but h his heart breaks as he watches you notice his presence. It’s evident your hurt as you see him, and Alhaitham wants nothing but to fix that.
You stay still as he walks closer, he just hopes you don’t shut him down.
“Why are you here? Aren’t you busy?” He would expect you to be irritated, but your tone is soft. It’s almost as if you’re nervous to see him especially after what happened.
“I love you [name] and I’m sorry I couldn’t say it when you told me.” He feels like he should say more, he had almost all day to figure out the right words, yet love is difficult. Especially when trying to find the right words.
He knows you find peace whenever he holds you, so he hopes it can help you understand how he truly feels. As he pulls you in for the hug he hears you mumble. You mumble about how you’re sorry, and how you should have waited.
“Don’t say that, you should never hide how you feel. I was stupid for not telling you that I felt the same, I…I just was shocked that you loved me.”
Alhaitham almost felt doubt when he heard you tell him those words, why would you love him? But he should have know that you were honest, you always had done everything for him. Yet he didn’t believe you in that moment, and that is what hurts him most.
You don’t say anything as you feel his heartbeat against you, you have a natural instinct to hold him closer. You know how Alhaitham would get, and you knew he would do anything in his power to replace your pain with joy.
“…i love you okay?” You want to make sure he knows this, because you never want him to doubt your love for him.
“Please remember that.”
And he will. Alhaitham makes that promise to you and himself to always trust your word, because he knows you wouldn’t ever lie to him about.
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A/n; wish I added more characters but I wanted to get something done so might do a part two…
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