#razben

aggie collab with the other genshin content creators and this is my part <3

the theme was wedding > <

Soooo another round of how I see Genshin Impact ships that I like. A lot of people noticed my shit lol I didn’t know it would interest anyone 😆 I’m glad it wasn’t the case and you liked it:

1: In Razor and Bennett dynamic, I like to see Bennett as the one who speaks and takes care of stuff like cooking (well, it’s canon he cooks meat for Razor so...) while Razor, poor bean who doesn’t know how to talk properly, would seem more introverted or passive at first but then he would try to show through other ways the feelings he has.

2: Due to Bennett’s bad luck, I love the idea of Razor being very protective about him.

3: About why Razor would be the first one who confesses, I don’t know why, but I’ve always had this scenario in my head where Bennett would struggle with his love toward Razor, a dear friend who is already dealing with other problems revolving human behaviour. Knowing that, he would not say anything about how he feels, but then Razor would surprise him one day saying, as if nothing, that he likes him.

4: I don’t know who would propose first, maybe they would both do it at the same time because Bennett has very bad luck lol.

5: Razor doesn’t know much about words or human things, but he remembers every special date.

6: Bennett is the one who lends clothes because Razor... Well, he lives in the forest with a pack of wolves...

7: I don’t imagine them calling each other nicknames. Like, I think they would still call each other their respective names, I imagine them being lovey-dovey and I think they would feel pretty flustered.

8: They both would be CHAOTIC driving a car omg.

9: They are very physically affectionate with each other, and they don’t mind showing it in public.

10: I think both of them are very awkward on their own way. Bennett because he’s very unlucky in every aspect of his life, and Razor because he speaks like a two year old kid.

ぇ IN LOVE WITH A DREAM .

( razor x bennett >< oneshot / fluff & angst? )

嗨 IN WHICH, bennett falls in love with a boy who is practically a figment of his imagination - someone conjured from the recessiveness of his mind, who manifested in a rather pleasant dream, one december night .

NOTE: very short, unsatisfying end./ slightly OOC bennett.

BENNETT HAS A DREAM EVERY NIGHT. sometimes they're about his close friends— barbara, fischl or noelle. sometimes he dreams about projecting himself into stories he's read. he dreams of his dads sometimes— even on occasions, he'll dream of kaeya, jean and the rest of the knights. the people he knows and loves, normally recur in his dreams.

but this snowy december night, bennett has a dream about someone he doesn't know, someone he definitely doesn't love— how can you love someone you don't know?

this night, when bennett retires to his chamber after a day of caring for his dads and treacherously adventuring, he shuts his eyes and slowly drifts off to sleep. his dream begins, his active mind and imagination conjuring images and scenarios. he finds himself in the wolvendom woods, surrounded by jagged trees and a pitch dark sky. only the full moon is brightening the scene, but it feels as if the area is completely lit by the lesser light. for some, this would be scary, but for bennett, this is oddly comforting.

perhaps, it is comforting for him because he's fond of thrilling adventures. the blonde is quite happy in this space, so happy that he really feels himself there, his body almost ascending, following him into the dream. bennett knows it's a dream, but now, it feels so incredibly real, that when he bends down to touch the grass with his calloused fingers, he's able to remember the texture.

and when bennett hears a shuffling noise behind a large bush and nearby tree, he's able to remember exactly what it sounds like. the shuffling noise comes back again, louder this time. the blonde raises an eyebrow, curiosity getting the best of him. he gets closer, letting his feet take him toward the source of the sound. its source is behind that tree — with thorny, jagged branches— its large enough for a human to hide behind. as soon as bennett gets close to it, the shuffling noises stop. he hears another movement— the sound of something getting up from the grass. for some, this would be scary as well, but for bennett, it is intriguing.

all noises stop now. the night goes silent. the one shuffling behind the tree, peers out quickly, meeting bennett's green eyes for just a moment. the blonde squints, trying to get a better look— but there is no need. almost immediately, the noisemaker reveals themself to the lesser light. bennett stares, and is able to remember exactly what they look like.

someone— no— a boy. a boy around his age— if he is older, it was likely only by a year, and younger, vice versa. he is wearing a hood— shabby clothing— the pale skin that is exposed to the cold is littered in scars and cuts. long wild hair glowed a thunder-cloud grey color. his hair is disheveled, bennett can even see bits of leaves floating in it. his hands have gripped the bark of the tree, his fingers look long, calloused like his own. he looks so beautiful in the moonlight— the cool tones of his skin and white-grey hair illuminates in the moon's rays.

the grey-haired fellow says nothing, but when he sees bennett, his face brightens— almost looking relieved. he's walking toward him now. now, bennett is confused.

"i ... missed you...," the grey-haired boy says slowly, cheeks flushing red. now bennett notices the color of his eyes— blazing scarlet, trapped orbs of ruby. they brighten and compliment the hue of his cheeks.

"you missed me?" bennett asks, tilting his head. i don't even know who you are, he thinks. from his inductions, the grey-haired fellow doesn’t even know him, either. he finds himself blushing, too.

the other nods. now that he's close, bennett notices that the boy in his dream is slightly taller than him. its almost unnoticeable, though. he also smells like the forest— like tree bark and wolfhook berries. bennett smiles; he finds that pleasant.

all of a sudden, the grey-haired boy is taking his hand in his. bennett remembers how his hand feels, it is calloused just like he's imagined. it's slightly bigger than his own. he has a strong grip— his hands fit so perfectly in his, bennett goes completely red. he knows its a dream, he knows it isn't real, but after holding this boy's hand, he so desperately wants it to be. he doesn't want to wake up now. he wants to continue holding this strange fellow's hand. he wants to continue staring at their intertwined fingers— the boy is now leading them further into the woods. bennett gets the sense that the grey-haired boy has no clue where he's going— he gets the feeling that he simply wants to hold hands and walk with him, somewhere, anywhere. he likes this. its almost like a little adventure.

they walk together; they share a silence, the silence that lovers would share. at some point, the boy with scarlet eyes lets go of bennett's hand to pick a windwheel aster in the forest field. he hands it to bennett, cheeks painted rose pink. bennett's eyes widen when it happens— windwheel asters are his favorite flowers. at some point, the other remarks that bennett is being unusually quiet. his heart drops; bennett wonders how this boy knows that he's usually talkative.

the pitch dark brightens just a bit— the sky is fading to a paler, pastel color. there's orange in the sky, peering over the horizon. a snip of sunlight rises, highlights the grass and the trunks of trees. the boy with scarlet eyes smiles at bennett, giddily, happily. he seems nervous just for a moment, before quickly leaning in, and pecking bennett on the lips. bennett remembers how short it was— but nonetheless, he is shocked. he wonders why it feels like the kiss of true love that children read about in storybooks.

the boy with grey hair, with scarlet eyes, calloused hands, and a glow in the moonlight, lets go of bennett. no words are spoken, there is nothing to say. he simply disappears into the sunrise, somewhere deep in the wolvendom woods. once he disappears, bennett is left speechless, loosely holding a singular windwheel aster. once he disappears, bennett comes back into the world.

the sun is rising in the city of mondstadt. the blonde's eyes flutter open; he notices he's been sleeping in a fetal position, his left hand balled in a fist, as if he were holding something. he immediately remembers his dream— every aspect of it. the time of day, the sound of his boots crunching in the grass— the grey-haired boy who knew him. the grey-haired boy, who may have even loved him.

the grey-haired boy that he could possibly love, too.

and he didn't even know him.

all he knows is that he wants to see him again. he wants to hold his hand. he wants him to peck him on the lips again, and give him windwheel asters. he wants to touch his fluffy grey locks and look into his eyes. he wants to walk in the woods with him, if only for a moment, any time, anywhere in mondstadt. and oh, how he desperately wants to ask his name.

bennett smiles now, his cheek squished on his pillow. he now feels that, somehow, somewhere, the boy in wolvendom is a real person— someone who he just hasn't met in his universe yet.

yes, someone he’s only fallen in love with in a dream.

ur highness they r in luv....