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Would you write a zombie apocalypse au for kazuha? I saw that one of your reblogs had someone's master list with it but all of their stuff is deleted now 😭 I would really love to see a zombie apocalypse au for kazu

BANG-BANG INTO THE ROOM!

SUM. why do zombies like busting down doors so much… or, when your usual turns into a situation in which you might die, something more heartfelt ensues. 1k+ words.

incl. kazuha, modern zombie apocalypse au & gn! reader. content warnings: mentions/descriptions of gore, blood, violence— all things relating to zombies.

A/N. haha, get it? … heartfelt… because when you die your heart stops? and— anyways. HEHE TYSM FOR THE REQUEST! i wrote this on the plane & proofread while i’m in bed so sorry for any mistakes/pacing issues… but i hope you enjoy anyways!! <3 ALSO the author’s masterlist i rb’d is from @/bookuya , to read their stuff (HIGHLY recommended) if their masterlist isn’t working for you, you can search it up in their blog by typing in “genshin x reader” or “(character name) x reader” and their stuff should come up, including their own zombie apocalypse au! :D

BANG! 

the sudden impact on the front door of the house makes both you and kazuha look up from the table which had all the items from your looting spread out, being counted for inventory. 

you glance over at him, cautiously pulling your gun out. you make your knife easily accessible as well, just in case. 

kazuha pulls out his crossbow and also keeps his own knife on standby. 

you cautiously approach the door as the banging grows louder—

BANG!

the door is knocked down, three bodies of decaying flesh stumbling inside the humble abode. 

they each sport a matching bullet hole as soon as they regain their footing, their bodies falling back as you and kazuha gather up your supplies and book it, already smelling the horde of zombies coming to the front door. 

kazuha shoots a rapid succession of arrows at the upcoming dead stepping over their fallen. 

“back exit,” he motions, glancing behind him to make sure you’re close. he reaches for your hand to pull you in front of him, the soft smile he sports as he does so making your already rapidly pulsating heart race faster. 

you think no man should be this graceful and pretty during the messy, flesh and bloodthirsty apocalypse. but the proof is right there with you every day, ever since the start of the outbreak where he held you in comfort when your family turned for the worse.  

you listen for the creaks and smell of any hint of the corpse scent that’s all the craze amongst the zombies. 

when nothing registers, you push the back door carefully to peek outside before opening it fully. 

and then you both run back to your base of sorts. 

it’s been this way, the rush and adrenaline, the close calls with death and becoming a walking corpse. endless, habitual now. but, it wouldn’t have been if kazuha hadn’t been with you since the start. you would’ve accepted your fate as a flesh-eater a long time ago without him as your anchor, and even though kazuha’s never told you that himself, you understand that he feels the same. 

after all, you were with him the day he watched his friend die. not even infected, instead thoroughly consumed while alive, the image still burned into your brain. the gruesome sight, the blood-caked, rotting smell. you still have nightmares. 

you remember being the one to comfort him during that time, or rather, you comforted each other. but you focused on him more, because you’d never seen him so shaken and vulnerable in your life. 

kazuha waves a hand in front of your eyes, ending your reminiscence, before tucking a hair behind your ear. 

“are you alright?” his touch lingers, and you subconsciously lean into it. 

humming a yes, you absentmindedly glance over the storage in front of you. “i’ve finished sorting the inventory on my end.” 

kazuha nods, fingers leaving your face to trail towards your hand. it’s the small touches that you appreciate, like a little reminder of his presence. 

“we may need to go out for another grocery run,” kazuha says casually, as if it were just another domestic task. and you wish it was. every single time. 

“okay, i’ll get ready.”

you stay for only a few more seconds… or maybe a minute or two… before moving. 

and then you’re out again, with kazuha by your side, shopping (looting) at your local grocery store (abandoned house). 

as per usual, he holds your hand in his (“to make sure you don’t run off and get into trouble,” he likes to say), and you comfortably melt into the touch. 

you bask in the comfortable silence and apocalyptic air…

… for about three minutes. which, is pretty lucky compared to the usual, you think. 

you spy the horde from a distance away, glancing at kazuha the same time he glances at you. looking behind, another conglomerate is fast approaching. 

“we can’t fight that many, let’s go find a place to hide,” you assess. 

“where would be best?” kazuha asks, and you don’t know the answer. the clutter of footsteps and dragging of skin and bones on the pavement that comes into hearing persuades you to think faster. 

“let’s go into this one and hope it’s sturdy enough.” 

BANG! 

the door of the bedroom you and kazuha are in creaks. you think you hear them slamming their bodies against it, the cracking of their bones and weak thuds of their flesh making you cringe. you find yourself suddenly grateful for whoever built these houses’ doors. 

it turns out that some zombies were living in the house you had chosen to take refuge in. 

and once they got alerted, more had come— you’re sure there’s a party going on outside. 

“i’m sorry—“ 

“(name), you couldn’t have known, please don’t blame yourself.” 

kazuha gently takes your hand as the chaos outside unfolds. his other hand, holding his crossbow, puts it away in favor of cupping your face like you had all the time in the world, like death wasn’t knocking at your door. 

you swallow. 

“kazuha?” 

“… i know we’ll be alright. however… i just… just in case.” you feel the always composed kazuha’s nervousness. you subtly hear it in his voice and feel it in the way his fingers twitch just the slightest. 

your hand that’s not holding his fumbles with its weapon, putting it haphazardly away as your now free hand moves to cover his on your face. you lace your fingers together, a small sigh leaving kazuha. 

he leans in, pauses to ask permission, and you close the gap. 

it’s short, but you still feel yourself melting into it and your knees becoming a little shaky. it’s a little scary, you realize, but so gratifying knowing the man you love wants to kiss you. is kissing you. 

your “roommate.” 

your partner in crime. 

your lifelong best friend.

your kazuha. 

his face is tinted pink when you separate, eyes still staring into yours while you share a soft smile together. 

BANG! 

a particularly loud hit at the door has you both snapping out of your stupor, weapons pulled out as you face what’s coming. 

“we’re not dying here,” you confidently say. 

kazuha nods with you. “you’re right. maybe after this we can binge that series you’ve been wanting to watch?” 

“it’s a plan.” 

I wasn't sure if you were still taking reqs but if you were would you consider a magical girl reader as with kazuha/heizou? I can't decide if they'd be just normal people, villains, or fighting alongside the reader 😣

I just randomly had this idea and one again I'm so sorry if you're not taking requests (idk this kinda reminded me of your cupid au writing, which I loved so much omg tysm 🩷)

PRECURE ☆ IMPACT SUM. you’re a magical girl trying to hide your identity from people like heizou (nosy detective) and kazuha (your best friend) while spending your days fighting scaramouche + co. along with venti (who gave you your abilities) and xiao. 2.7k+ words.

incl. heizou, kazuha, scaramouche/wanderer, venti, & xiao. modern au! & gn! reader (YES it says magical girl but no pronouns are mentioned nor any descriptions of clothing)

A/N. THIS WAS SO FUN + I RELIVED SO MANY MEMORIES TYSM ^^ thank you so much for the request! btw that video header there?? IT TOOK ME FOREVER (capcut lagging 🫩),, overachiever frfr. TURN ON THE VOLUME WHEN WATCHING pls! btw IK most precure magical girls are in high school but I wanted to add venti & scaramouche meaning it’d be weird if i made the reader a minor… so anyways, enjoy ^*^

HEIZOU who is adamant in finding out your identity. there’s been a sighting of you? he’s there. someone was saved by you? casual interrogation. 

you yourself wonder why he’s so stubborn and deadset on finding the real you. maybe it’s for the pride upon figuring it out? the curiosity? whatever the case, he’s a pain as long as you continue to fight for those who need you. 

but even then… you can’t ignore the few times you’ve spoken as your other identity. 

you remember the first time, when he’d approached you after a particularly tough fight. he had looked you up and down, inspecting. you remember feeling sort of creeped out, before he gave you a smile and an offer to help bandage you up. 

of course, you denied. and in response…

heizou gently takes your hand, glancing up at you with a small smile, lightly placing his lips against your calloused fingers. your face heats, stunned at the forwardness of this guy. 

“as you wish.” 

and with that, he backs away, offering a small wave and a “good work today,” before walking away and leaving you with the small flutters behind your chest. 

and looking back on all the flirts he’d sent your way all this time, you deduce it’s his way of coaxing information out of you, to unveil your secret for his own unknown gain. 

but even though you know better, that stupid detective’s charm still finds its way to seep into your mind every so often— with his stupid comments on how you look (even though you look the same all the time), his constant need to initiate some sort of light teasing physical contact, and his abilities to notice every. single. thing. you. do. 

you know better. it’s only for info, you repeat. and even if he was being genuine, it’s not like he liked you. the real you. and that’s what you stick with, up until the one fateful day you open the door to him and let him ask something you’ve dreaded hearing from his mouth— 

“you’re that crime fighter putting the police out of their jobs, aren’t you?” 

KAZUHA who works part time as a photographer and just so happens to have been tasked with photographing the new crime fighter in town, aka you. one of his best friends with a secret identity he has no idea about. 

… or so you thought. 

kazuha’s always been observant. especially to you, because he may have a not so little crush. 

he’s observed your little habits, little mannerisms you don’t even know about. your favorites and least favorites, reactions and lack thereof. 

and since he’d been assigned to snap pictures of this new “magical crimefighter,” it’s obvious he’d have to put his observational skills to use here as well.

so he connected the dots. you shared the same small actions and ideals. you harbored the same tell tale signs you’d display when telling a lie. even though you changed your voice and looks, he could tell. 

so when you decide to make the choice to tell him, it’s to your surprise that he doesn’t seem fazed at all. 

“i know.” 

“you do?” 

“(name), i’ve been your friend for years. and your alternate is my latest photography assignment,” kazuha says softly. “thank you for the trust in me. i won’t break it.” 

and he never has. but it still kills you knowing that him knowing that information does him no good, and even puts a big red target on his back. 

like now.

you’d kill for kazuha to be anywhere but where he is right now. somewhere safe. 

but right now he’s part of the foot traffic running from the shadow monster parading around town. and for whatever reason, it specifically wants him. then— 

both you and the monster share something for about two seconds— shock. 

kazuha pulls out a sword— a sword usually used by samurais— and swings it with accurate precision, cutting down the beast as it fades to ashes. 

you think that may have been the hottest thing you’ve ever seen him do— but refocus to the desperate horde being formed. kazuha catches your eye, staring with a knowing smile. 

and you fight side by side, with the kazuha you never knew could fight so well, despite knowing he came from a noble lineage. 

and when all that’s left in the streets is the aftermath of people coming back, you pull kazuha into a nearby alley, carefully looking around you before transforming back your regular life again. 

you quite literally tackle him in a hug, kazuha caught just a bit off guard before hugging you back. 

“are you okay?” caring, caring kazuha asks. 

“am i okay? i should be asking you that, mr. samurai— you’re not the seasoned crimefighter here!” you can’t help but fade into light giggles at the end of your sentence, and neither can kazuha. 

as he stares at you, you notice the vision placed on the back of his shoulder.

“you were chosen, too? but, wait, you didn’t transform, so…?”

“just recently, i take it venti never informed you?”

you pull back to look at his face, frowning at the small, slightly bleeding cut on his cheek. cupping his face with both your hands, you wipe it with your thumb. 

“no, the little jerk. he probably wanted me to have a heart attack.”

“he wanted to see my swordsmanship before he leant the power of transformation, i suppose as a way of gauging my abilities.”

“really? he just threw me out there!… seriously…”

another light fit of giggles from you both.

you realize how close you are.

before you can apologize, kazuha’s hands come to hover over your waist. after waiting a moment, he gently places them there. 

you can feel your heart beating out of your chest, and you’re sure kazuha, with his keen sense of hearing, is listening. 

you both lean in at the same time, lips connecting, the afterglow of the adrenaline continuing to run through your veins, and you think everything is just perfect.

SCARAMOUCHE who seeks to demolish your companion’s world, and then your world by proxy, for simple selfish reasons and some underlying trauma within (but that’s a story for another time…). 

he really hates you. you’re not even a seasoned fighter, you simply appeared one day and then suddenly you’re a potential threat to his carefully constructed plans?? 

so he’s sure, he’s sure he absolutely despises your existence. 

until that day you find him battered by his own sacrifices for godhood. 

you couldn’t just leave him there, despite every logical reasoning pointing to letting him die off. it’d make your life easier, after all. 

but maybe your remembrance of his story— how he was abandoned from his original land by his own mother— provided some empathy, and it led you to patching him up in the same grass field you found him in. 

it was a pretty big shock to him once he woke up, finding you hovering over him and the realization that he’s not in the harbinger’s land but on earth, and that all his wounds had been treated. presumably by you. 

were you stupid? he tries killing you on a daily basis, so why didn’t you try to kill him while you had the perfect chance? 

you don’t get a thank you that day, scaramouche immediately vanishing back to his land before you can get a word in. you remember the shock on his face, the way he looked at you incredulously before scowling and leaving. and because of that, you believe your actions didn’t leave much of an impact, rolling your eyes and berating yourself and your empathetic actions to this day. 

but your actions did leave an impact. a tremendous one, in reality. because every time he planned to finally kill you following that moment of vulnerability, he remembered that day so clearly it makes him shudder. 

the way he felt nervous around you, cautious, and so very very exposed. he hated that feeling, and worked towards his superior being faster— not realizing the unhappiness that plagued him as he continued.

and when he finally achieved that? 

you were so very tired, and so very beat up. 

and yet, the villain you had fought all this time, finally having achieved his goals of arising to a whole new level of strength, upon being offered the opportunity to kill you once and for all— 

— did not take that offer. 

and offered you instead the ability to defeat him. 

scaramouche, now reformed to be known as wanderer, still thinks about that day. his fall from glory and grace, and his fall from his own successful goals. 

but that day, gave rise to something new.

and as he finds himself now fighting alongside you, he comes to terms. 

no, he did not hate you. far from it. and he’d be willing to fight alongside you for as long as you two lived. 

VENTI just appeared one day, in the form of a tiny creature akin to a stuffed animal, small braids and wings adorning him. and with him appearing appeared your newfound powers. 

he told of his world being tormented by beings called ‘harbingers,’ beings that found out a way to cross over into earth in order to seep its life and accumulate power from its land and people, all to overthrow the archons of teyvat. 

and so, venti, an archon or god of that land, came down to recruit in order to protect your world, which led to him finding you. 

of course, you hadn’t believed that venti, the fluffy creature you know him to be, could be someone of that high of status and age, until he transformed into his own human-like form.

you remember his ginormous wings encircling you, a teasing expression on his face as he asked if you believed him now, before taking your hands in his and seriously asking for you to take on the fateful role as a protector. 

and with venti accompanying you everywhere, you were able to grow infinitely closer with your companion. and even through all your shared moments— sleeping in the same bed, being able to be close confidants, all the flirty remarks and comments from venti, all the physical contact that seemed less platonic as time went on and venti began appearing in his more humanlike form in private— you never quite had a label for your relationship. 

he was ethereal, something so fully out of your reach, literally out of this world. how could you try to put a label anything more than simply friends? 

and so when the time finally came where the harbingers were defeated for good…

“do you really have to go?” you ask, despite knowing the answer that was unavoidable. 

“i’m afraid so. i have responsibilities back in teyvat as an archon, and have to be there for my people.” 

despite his silliness, you knew venti was capable and carried responsibilities that would mean the loss of a long friendship as he returned to his home. 

not your home. 

venti transforms in front of you, into his angelic like form. flapping his wings once, twice, he hovers over the ground just enough to be slightly higher than you. 

you sigh, and venti reaches down to tilt your head to look up at him, the one finger he uses sending chills through your nerves. 

“i’ll find you again,” he smiles, trying his best to exude comfort. “and when i come back, you have to let me listen to all the new songs released, and you’d better not bring a cat home while i’m gone—”

he cuts himself off when you shed a single tear. he gently wipes it away, using that hand to cup your face. 

you watch as the portal behind him to his dimension continues pulsing, feeling your heart do the same. 

then venti leans closer, and presses a light kiss to your lips. 

“don’t miss me too much, okay? i’ll come back, and i’ll find you! promise!” he holds his pinky up to you. 

you smile, heart beating faster at the kiss he gave you, wrapping his pinky with yours. 

“you’d better keep that promise.”

xiao who was also chosen by venti to fight, coming from the land of teyvat to join you and show you the ropes after a few solo battles by yourself as a novice. 

in order to watch over the activities of earth, he donned a disguise as a fellow student at your college, and you even became roomies! 

it was interesting seeing him adapt to human life, having things like movie nights and studying for standardized tests (which he didn’t really need to do, but did anyways for your sake), to learning how to adopt regular modern lingo and late night talks on the couch or in your room. 

it was also interesting seeing him watch over you. he’d stay while you slept, research which foods and how much sleep a human should get for optimal performance, dealt with less than agreeable people— for you or for the sake of the world, you don’t know. but you think it’s still endearing.

and yet, even with how close you’ve gotten, sometimes you don’t know how to approach him. like today, for example. 

he’d been quiet, a little distant. sure, he’s  usually not the most outspoken nor clingy, but you’ve caught him brooding and zoned out a lot more than once without any reason given to alleviate your concerns. 

so you think back throughout the day. 

you remember being a tad late in waking up, but you doubt he’s doing all this over that. plus, he was still treating you normally afterwards. 

you don’t recall anything else, until you remember lunch.

you went out to eat with your friend, xiao tagging along because the restaurant sold his favorite, almond tofu, and you had begged him to come along. 

you try to remember what she’d said, and recall a particular conversation. 

“you know those two people— the magical crime fighters going around and saving people together— i was saved by them recently!”

you attempt to feign shock and awe. “really?!” 

“yeah! they were really cool, i was…” 

you half listen to her retelling (as you remember the ordeal quite clearly), glancing at xiao every so often. then, a question from her reels you back in. 

 “do you think they’re dating?? that would be soso cute! i mean…” 

you school your expression, maintaining an even look. so does xiao. thankfully, your friend moves on before you’re forced to voice an opinion. 

now that you think about it, xiao did seem to be more spacey after your friend dropped that line. 

was he uncomfortable with the idea? you realize he must’ve been, and a part of you sinks. 

but your self pity could wait. for now, you needed to restore your communication with your partner in fighting. 

so once you arrive to your shared home, you face him as soon as the front door shuts. 

“xiao, can we talk?”

he stops the walk to his room, presumably, and nods. 

“alright.” 

you motion for him to take a seat next to you on the couch. 

he stares at you a little unnervingly. 

“so…” you start. “i’ve noticed there’s something off with you. i mean, i’ve noticed you haven’t… that there’s something on your mind.” 

“how so?” xiao follows up immediately. 

you take a deep breath. 

“… you’ve been distant and spacey. more than usual. and, i was trying to think about what could’ve caused that, and i was wondering if you… if it was caused by my friend. during lunch. the conversation of whether or not our counterparts were dating.” 

xiao doesn’t say anything, simply choosing to look away from you and at a corner of the living room table. 

you continue as his silence ensues. “um… if you’re uncomfortable with the idea… you shouldn’t let it get to you, really. my friend just loves drama like that, and—”

“i wouldn’t mind.” 

you pause. 

“huh?” 

“i wouldn’t mind us dating. it’s not that big of a deal.” 

you feel your face progressively heating up. “ah, uhm, really? i mean, i don’t mind either, it’s just— if it made you uncomfortable…”

“it didn’t. stop worrying so much.” 

he gets up, you following with a small stumble. 

“now, you should work on your notes. you missed half of the lecture yesterday…”

you can’t help but space out a little as he’s talking.

reader hasn't ever really been truly in love with someone, so her solution is to just give him something random like a penguin giving its partner a pebble. she could see wanderer out for a stroll and walk up to him, hand him a crystal or something, and just walk off (probably to go scale a cliff or something because, hey, adventurer)

sorry if this was long!! i can get a bit wordy sometimes :') have a great day, happy new years!

—ADVENTURE IS A WONDERFUL THING SUM. you meet this guy wanderer through a planned adventure set up by durin, instantly fall in love, and proceed to look for things to give him to get in his good graces. 1.2k+ words.

incl. wanderer and platonic! durin.

A/N. HIII okay fun fact… this request gave me flashbacks to when i once had a crush and i would offer him random things JUST LIKE THIS READER so this brought back memories haha, anyways i probably will add to this in the future because the story feels like chapter 1, you know? if things you were looking forward to aren’t included in here, THEY WILL BE IN CHAPTER 2 so if anyone has ideas feel free to share ^^ anyways love you all stay safe and have a good day/night!! <3

“you’re going to like him, i think! and i’ve told him stories about you, so he should be more warmed up to you than he is with others… i think…”

“wanderer, or hat guy, right?” you jump from tree branch to tree branch as durin flies amongst the foliage.

“oh, he’s over there!” durin exclaims after a quick nod to your question, diving down as you search for a low enough branch to drop down from.

you see durin speaking with a guy wearing an unusually large hat, a characteristic you very much remember durin recounting to you, the both of them turning to where you arrive. you jump down, reaching the land as you face possibly the most beautiful person your eyes have ever seen.

his stunningly attractive eyes staring into yours are intense, but relaxed at the same time. it’s almost like he’s casually inspecting you or something. it almost makes you shiver.

you faintly hear durin introducing you to each other as you simply take in the view. you blink out of your stupor as wanderer outstretches his hand. “durin’s told me a lot about you.”

you take his hand, shaking it as normally as you can. “likewise, it’s nice to finally meet you!”

he nods in return, retracting his hand as he faces durin. “so, where are we heading first?”

whenever you go adventuring, you end up scavenging and collecting numerous items, from priceless materials to things that serve as a satisfactory for you, like pretty or interestingly shaped rocks. usually, you do this for your own needs or the needs of those who have commissioned you, but this time around…

you glance over at him, the sun casting a glow behind his figure, the accentuating light making him seem less intimidating the more you stare.

when you see durin glance over at you (with a curious look you don’t quite catch), you immediately turn your head back to the assortment of flowers in front of you.

… you collect the flowers, the pretty gems and crystals, things you find that could sell for a good amount of mora all in a wish to maybe offer it to wanderer. you wonder if he’d even like the gifts. you’ve heard the stories durin would recall of wanderer, his personality being a stand out point.

you’d just have to try harder to find something he’ll like, you suppose.

you traveled until late afternoon, the sun setting and your tents being pitched on a nice vast field with a nearby array of trees.

durin was out collecting wood, leaving you and wanderer to prepare the campsite.

maybe this was a good time to present to him what you’ve found?

you carefully pull out the pouch dedicated to him full of the trinkets you stored inside, softly calling out his name.

when he turns, you offer the pouch.

“um… for you. it’s just some things i’ve been collecting…” your eyes shy away as wanderer takes the offering.

you watch as he looks into the pouch, something akin to slight amusement forming on his face.

“thanks.”

… is all he says before you nod stiffly and turn away, looking towards the nearby forest for durin’s return.

that was kinda awkward… you realize.

but, it served to break the tension between you two, something you notice as wanderer offers to help you cook (which you politely decline. you’ve heard the stories).

so… mission successful?

“something hat guy likes? hm…”

you motion for durin to lower his voice even further, dreading for wanderer to hear your conversation even if he did head to his tent the earliest and was currently resting.

“he likes bitter things!” durin offers.

you think for a bit. “like… tea?”

your question is met with a nod, followed by another question.

“do you like hat guy?”

your eyes widen by just a fraction. maybe you were a bit obvious if even durin noticed. or maybe…

“as a friend, or?” you reply, keeping your volume low and leveled.

durin slightly shakes his head. “i learned from albedo about ro-mance! i saw you acting kinda shaky around hat guy, which i heard is a symp-tom, and albedo also told me that if i like someone in that way one day, i should give them something they like!”

your eyes crinkle as you smile, not being able to resist a small chuckle. “i do like him, in that way. and, i believe there’s some tea leaves nearby that can serve to make bitter tea.”

durin perks up. “can i help you look?”

you nod, “tomorrow morning. for now, we should go rest. go ahead, i’ll clean up here, okay?”

durin ends up helping you anyways.

tomorrow morning arrives and as wanderer tends to the preparation for your continued journey (taking down the tents, fanning the fire from yesterday…), you and durin are looking for those tea leaves.

“these?”

“no, but close!”

durin looks around again before flying up into the trees.

“what about these up here?”

you crane your head up, squinting as the sun hits your eyes. “… noo… those are poisonous, i think. don’t touch them.”

you motion for him to follow, durin just happy to be there as he trails behind, you determinedly searching for a river where these herbs apparently grow in abundance.

you hear the sound of rushing water entering your ears a few moments later, prompting you to whip around to the direction it’s coming from before smiling up at durin above.

and sure enough, you got the herbs!

now you just had to figure out how to make them into tea…

“here you go!”

you hold out wanderer’s cup of tea to him. he takes it, albeit gingerly, but you chalk it up to him not knowing what’s inside.

of course, you made a cup for durin too, although his contained a lot less bitterness and a side of yesterday’s meat dish. his smile when you hand his cup over warms your heart, and for a second you realize that this… felt sort of domestic.

“durin said you like bitter tea, so we went out to find these bitter tea leaves…”

and only for a second, you swear you caught a glimpse of a slight smile resting upon wanderer’s face, the small change in expression making him seem… cuter, than simply hot. and then, it was gone as he opened his mouth to speak.

“thank you. i appreciate it,” he nods, sipping carefully from his cup as that glimpse of a smile ghosted his features again. “… is there anything specific you’re looking for today?”

you quickly regain yourself as you try to think clearly.

“well, in the next place we’re going, someone commissioned me to find…”

…

all while you were talking, wanderer remained silent.

as he stared at you maybe a bit too hard, he noticed everything at once—

durin in the corner of his eye eating, silently giggling; the reminder of him serving as a memory of all the stories he’s shared of you,

the unfamiliar, comforting warmth presiding behind his chest, something he’s hardly experienced if ever,

and center most, you. the way you spoke with a slightly anxious edge, the way you went out of your way to give him all these things… even he could see the meaning behind it. so…

…maybe having you along wasn’t so bad. and maybe he was starting to like you more than he’s letting on.

(I hope you get the best sleep ever, I like reading your work sm)

SUM. genshin boys with a clingy reader. 400+ words.

incl. heizou & kazuha.

A/N. THANK YOU FOR THE KIND WORDS!! 😊 ALRIGHT two writing posts in one week making good progress 👍 this was cute and a good hc brain break ty ty :) anyways, enjoy!

you’re not going to be able to be clingy without escaping heizou teasing you relentlessly in the beginning of your relationship.

you’ll probably be discouraged in the very beginning as well upon seeing heizou kinda backing off. but the truth is, he’s just not used to it. he’s more familiar with observing your actions and reactions in order to come to conclusions, not initiating nor receiving the love you’re ready to give him.

but eventually, he will realize. he’s bound to after watching you for so long (in the least creepiest way possible)

sure, he’s still going to tease you plenty. but at least this time he’s reciprocating AND initiating, even going as far as tackling you in public for a hug!

he, in all honesty, loves you being clingy! except for maybe when he’s in a really snappy mood working on a rather difficult case, but not only does that happen once in a blue moon, he also apologizes profusely afterwards.

he loves the way you snatch his arm to hold him close by, and how you tug him close when you want his company and steal a few kisses while you’re at it…

most of all, he loves having these experiences with you. and the excuses he has to be cheeky about your clinginess.

absolutely loves it and encourages it fully!

lives for the times spent embraced in each others arms, whether underneath the stars or with the cool breeze whistling past…

i think he really appreciates having you connected to him whenever you’re spending time together, such as holding hands or intertwining arms, because it gives him a sense of relief knowing you’re there, you’re real.

this ends up with him not being able to fully relax whenever you’re gone, because he’s grown accustomed to having you near. and while everyone needs their own time alone every once in a while, he finds those solitary times always filled with the thought of you.

CUDDLES! so many cuddles

surprises you with random hugs whenever and wherever, especially if you feel insecure about being clingy, to show that he loves your presence as much as you love his

speaking of feeling insecure,, if you ever tell him your feelings of insecurity about being clingy due to the fact that it may come across as annoying, he’ll be quick to assuage you with his hands cupping your face and a slow lean in kiss, promising that he loves it and lightly joking that you would be more likely to become annoyed with him than him annoyed with you :(

cue you wrapping your arms tightly around him, and his small smile and chuckles eminently full of all the love he carries.

omg I can FEEL the new fics coming INCLUDING THE IDEAS SPIRALING IN MY HEAD LOHEN LOHEN LOHEN

With an easily flustered (gender neutral) reader?

SUM. genshin boys with an easily flustered reader. 1.6k+ words.

incl. kazuha, wanderer, venti, and xiao.

A/N. so… haha… this might be a request over two years old… i’m sorry anon if this wasn’t what you’re looking for & also i might be a tad bit rusty so i apologize, not only for the long wait but also for the quality…! i hope you enjoy nonetheless, but feel free to tell me otherwise (nicely) so i may be able to fix whatever needs fixing the next time i write! :)

oh, kazuha loves teasing you. he loves being the cause of your stumbled over words and blushing face as he lifts your chin for you to meet his lips or simply hugs you randomly as he leaves small kisses to your neck. always puts his hands on the sides of your face just to feel how warm they are whenever he teases you.

whenever he’s feeling cheeky he’ll bring your fingers up to kiss as he playfully squeezes your hand, drawing small hearts with his other as he resists the instinct to laugh at your eyes that refuse to meet his.

his favorite thing to do? whisper his true, unadulterated feelings into your ears up while you sit on the highest point on the ship, the stars around you as the only beings spectating your affections. he loves the way you fluster, unable to speak without stutters and your attempts to deny his words, especially when he begins kissing down your neck…