Childe In The Newest 1.1 Update

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First of all I’d like to apologize for leaving Chongyun out of these requests- I really just couldn’t get in the headspace for him on this one for some reason, I’m sorry!

Also, this is my first time for writing Scaramouche and if you couldn’t tell, I’m a sucker for Soft!Scara. 😔 sorry if you were expecting something harsher! I’ll figure out how to write for him as I go since I got a few more req’s with him in it.

And lastly, these got a lot longer than I intended, so whoops.

Xiao, Albedo, Scaramouche Neglecting Their S/O

Xiao:

Xiao:

Waiting for Xiao to come back to the Wangshu Inn after a full day of exorcising demons was not out of the ordinary for you, but that was only under normal circumstances.

You knew Xiao. Or at least, you liked to think you did- Having been in a romantic relationship for several years, and companionship for even longer, gave you the idea that you could call yourself a Xiao expert, at least when it came to all beings except the Geo Archon himself. So when he disappears for long swathes of time without any word or warning, you worry, but ultimately trust him to come back home to you at the end of it all.

That’s not how it’d gone as of recent, however. Xiao would be gone for weeks, and it isn’t until you hear from Goldet that you know he returned for a short amount of time before leaving again, leaving you in the dust. It seemed at every turn you would miss him by the thread of a hair, at one point catching his figure fading away into the night sky as you climbed to the tallest balcony of the Inn. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he was avoiding you.

...But you knew him, right?

You couldn’t be so sure anymore. Contemplating the reason for Xiao’s consistent disappearances, you gazed down dejectedly at the deflated and now room-temperature Almond Tofu in front of you on the table. You had just tried calling his name, if only to get him to appear for just a few seconds before he was off again- But nothing. He never appeared. He never came at your call the first, second, fifth, eighth time- And with each one the tears welled up more and more in your eyes before spilling over, and with it came the choking feeling in your throat. You couldn’t call out his name anymore, afraid to be met with silence once again.

He said he’d be there when you called, that he’d protect you from danger, but where was he now? Was he hurt, and couldn’t get to you, and you couldn’t even help him? Or was he listening to each and every call, but ignoring them and hoping you’d forget his name eventually? Why couldn’t he just tell you if he didn’t want you around anymore?

Each thought swarmed inside your head, creating a miasma that only you could feel. It consumed you so much that you hadn’t even noticed Xiao walk onto the balcony, hadn’t noticed the worried call of your own name from his lips, or the sound of footsteps as he hurriedly neared you. It was only when he kneeled on one knee and grabbed your shoulder that you registered his presence, sobs silencing in shock. You stared at him, wondering if he was actually here, but all worries were disproven when he spoke.

“You’re crying. Why? Who hurt you?” Xiao asked, looking ready to summon his spear at the possible names you’d respond with. You sniffled, wiping your puffy eyes with your sleeve.

“N-no one...It’s just…” You bit your lip, unable to look him in the eye all of a sudden. “Xiao...Do you...Do you even love me anymore? Did I do something wrong to make you run so far away all the time? Please, tell me the truth.” You pleaded with him, closing your eyes and waiting for his answers.

Xiao stayed there in shocked silence, unable to comprehend you at this moment. Of course he loved you! Didn’t you know that was why he’d been gone for so long, fighting the cursed entities of Liyue so that you may walk it free of worries?

“Wait...You think I’ve been gone...Because of you?” He asked, unbelieving and with guilt already gnawing away at the inside of his chest.

“What else could it be? I haven’t seen you in nearly a month, Xiao- I wait every day for you, and I always seem to have just missed you every time you come back...I called your name, too, and…” You took a deep breath, steadying yourself. “...And you never came. Not even after many times. I thought you’d never come home…” It felt liberating to finally tell him after all this time, but the pain still lingered and stung inside your chest, eyes still red and burning with tears. Why couldn’t he answer you?

“You...Called my name…” Xiao looked as if he’d seen a ghost, realization dawning on him. You’d called his name and he never came, and that fact hit him like a meteor. How had he not heard you? He made one promise and broke it more than he thought he could even mend it.

“S/O, I…I apologize, I didn’t…I love you.” Was all Xiao managed to get out, knowing he wasn’t good with words meant he’d have to show you some other way. He stood and took you with him, arms coming around your waist and tugging you tightly to him. Xiao buried his face in your neck, inhaling your scent- Safe and familiar, but he could also smell your misery. He made you feel like this, and he hated himself for it. “I love you.” He repeated, trying to convey everything into just those three words.

You felt them in your soul, knowing he didn’t just say them so casually, reserving them for special occasions that he felt needed more than just affection or platitudes. Hearing the affirmation released the tension within your body, and you hugged him back just as tightly, never wanting to let go. “I love you too, Xiao.”

With a mantra of the same three words from Xiao, you knew he’d always come home to you from now on.

Albedo:

You sat in the dark of your home, alone and cold, as you contemplated the past few months events.

The Chief Alchemist came to you one day and warned that he was nearing a breakthrough on an old theory he’d had years ago- One he couldn’t pass the opportunity up on finally solving. He warned that he may become rather distant, distracted, curt- You appreciated the communication, and understood immediately how important this was to him, so you let him know you’d give him the time and space he needed.

But Albedo had never been gone this long, had never strayed from you like this...Even if he was busier than ever, he’d always accepted your passing kisses and reminders to take care of himself, often times even mumbling out an idle “I love you” that brought heat to your cheeks and a swell of adoration in your chest. He was distant, yes, but you knew this going into the relationship. It was just a part of who he was, to become engrossed and passionate in his projects of alchemy and science. It’s one of the things that you fell for, among many others.

Albedo tried back then. He tried to see you, tried to plan dates and spend time with you even if all you did was nap together. He tried to reciprocate every kiss, every touch, every effort that you put in. He once told you that it was only fair he made you as happy as you made him. Wasn’t that still true? Or did he finally grow tired of you, tired of maintaining such a high-effort relationship that has seen its use through? Did Albedo still care for you, or was this simply a way for him to get you to break up, to wear your patience and heart thin enough to snap at a single breeze?

Whatever it was, it worked, and here you sat at the dinner table trying not to let the salty tears fall the more you thought about the enveloping loneliness you’ve experienced for months on end. You wanted to be hopeful, you really did- But it was hard when at every turn, Albedo made himself scarce.

This was the 14th date he’d agreed and never shown up to, and perhaps it would be the last.

You made no move to get up when the front door finally swung open, a clearly fatigued figure making its way through the frame one heavy step at a time before closing and locking it. You knew it was Albedo- But what did that matter now when the food and candles had long gone cold, and your heart ever so colder? You couldn’t bear to look at him now, the tears finally falling but still made no sound, no movement.

“S/O? What are you doing awake so late?” Albedo asked, his voice a hoarse whisper like he hadn’t used it in ages. He probably hadn’t, in all actuality.

“Nothing.” Was all you said, miserably watching your tears stain the wood surface of the table in the light of the moon.

“That’s-“

You interrupted him before he could even start. “Do you even love me anymore, Albedo? Or are we done here?”

Expecting the silence that ensued for several minutes, you stood from the chair and made way for the bedroom, intent on leaving him to the couch. The silence was all the answers you needed, and thought perhaps you could find a way to pack his things and bring them to him without causing a scene at the Favonius headquarters-

Until a hand around your wrist stopped you.

“Wait- S/O...Where is this coming from?” He asked, hopelessly lost. You almost laughed, if not for the crushing tension in your chest. You turned around, ripping your wrist from his grip and watching his expression turn to one of surprise and...Hurt?

“Where is this coming from? Albedo, we haven’t seen each other in months!” Your voice shook with emotion, but continued. “You don’t talk to me, whenever I come to see you the knights won’t let me in, you come home when I’m asleep and leave before I awake- And when I do finally get a hold of you to ask for some time together, you make a promise and break it just as fast! Yet again I’ve sat at home waiting for you, but you never come home.” You started off strong, but the tears and pain took hold and made you weak near the end, voice tapering off to a broken whisper.

“I just want you to come home, Albedo…” You couldn’t bear to look at him anymore, hiding in shaking hands and vainly wiping away tears. “I know you told me this might happen, but...It still hurts…” What was the point in this? Was he even listening? He still hadn’t said a thing, and it just might drive you crazy not getting any real answers.

Finally, you heard footsteps approach you, before the warmth of his embrace enveloped you fully. You broke, sobbing loudly in his arms as he rubbed your back soothingly, pressing light kisses to your head. You let it all out, clutching his shirt and not even caring that tears and snot stained it. Hearing your agony shattered his heart, but he knew it was nothing compared to what you’re feeling right now.

It took a while to calm down, but eventually you silenced, only a few stray tears and hiccups escaping now. Albedo continued to hold you tightly, not letting go in the slightest. He feels as though if he did, you’d slip through his fingers and he’d be alone yet again. Ironic, isn’t it?

“I’m so sorry, my flower...I never meant to hurt you. I simply...Ah, let me be honest- I had forgotten what truly mattered, and neglected you, allowing you to suffer the consequences of my actions and assuming you’d still be here when I finished my work.” He pulled back slightly to see you, a hand coming up to cup your reddened cheek. You shakily looked back at him, still unsure, but the gentle look in his eyes and curve of his brow was more than you were expecting to see. Had he...Finally listened?

“I put my work above you when it never mattered nearly as much in hindsight, and for that I am truly sorry. I know my promises as of late haven’t been reliable, but...Will you allow me to make one more, so that I may correct my mistakes?” You knew this was his way of asking for forgiveness, and it was still so hard to deny him despite all the pain he’d put you through recently…So, taking a deep breath, you rested your ear against his chest and exhaled heavily.

“Alright...This is the last promise, Albedo. If you break it, I’m not sure there will be much of me left to mend.” As you said that, you could hear his heartbeat’s pace quicken, though for what reason you weren’t entirely sure. Fear, perhaps, at what you’d insinuated? Or excitement that you were giving him one last chance? Perhaps it was both...

“I’ll keep you intact, S/O, my beloved. I promise.”

Scaramouche:

They always warned you about the trials of dating a Harbinger, but you stupidly ignored them all.

The fact that you managed to capture the attention, and more miraculously affection, of the Balladeer was almost unbelievable some days. You weren’t Fatui yourself, but you’d seen him work many a times, and became familiar with how he carried himself in the presence of literally anyone but you. The drastic change in demeanor almost gave you whiplash at the start of it all- He’d threaten and throw around harsh orders for his subordinates all day long, but as soon as he turned to you, Scaramouche became soft as a slime, and just as pliable to your desires as well.

Sure, he still held a rather gruff exterior as he pined for your attention and touch, but he really meant you no harm. The last thing the man wanted to do was hurt the one good thing he has in his life, the one person who supports and loves him unconditionally. He’d never do anything to cause you to leave, to end the bliss you two had together.

Or so you thought.

Scaramouche’s mood took a wild turn one day after coming home, slamming the door and declaring all of humanity as scum. Having heard this speech before, you came over to offer comfort and reprieve as you always did, only to be roughly shoved off and ignored as he stormed his way to the bedroom, going to bed and leaving you there in the middle of your shared home. Idly you realize he’d never done that before- Never once handled you half as rough as he just did, and that fact shook you to the core. Who managed to affect Scaramouche so horribly that he took it out on even you? Whatever it was, you were sure he’d be better in the morning and maybe even apologize to you then.

Except he didn’t, and the mood continued for days. You tried everything you could think of to help him regain a semblance of the softness he usually displayed with you. Anywhere from his favorite meals to drawing relaxing baths with the products he favored, you tried to alleviate the stress, but nothing seemed to work. It escalated to him outright ignoring you, and after a few more days, he stopped coming home altogether.

It ate away at you, but what could you do, more than what you’ve already done? Slowly you began to have doubts, doubts that you’ve never encountered once before in your whole relationship with Scaramouche- Did he still care about you the same way he once did? Was he fed up with the world and, by extension, you? Why did he seem to have little mercy now for your feelings, little regard for the loneliness and worry he’s putting you through? He hasn’t stepped through your door in weeks. In a way, you wonder if this is how he’s chosen to leave you. Wordless, and without reprieve.

It all comes crashing down on you when he finally does walk through the front door, hat already discarded and in his hands as he hangs it up on the coat rack beside him. He acts as if he never left for days on end, never left your heart in shattered pieces- And he doesn’t acknowledge you until you start bawling right there on the couch. Unable to contain the pain anymore, you curl over and cry, wanting him to say something, anything at all.

You barely hear the stuttered breath that comes from him, but you definitely hear the frantic footsteps in your direction before your hands are pulled from your face, and are met with the concerned gaze of the Balladeer. It’s the first time you’ve seen anything other than rage on his face, and it’s such a relief that you almost laugh.

“Hey, why are you crying? What happened? Tell me already! I’ll kill whoever-“ He starts, but is interrupted by the pull of your arms around his neck, and the presence of warm tears staining his shirt from where you bury your face. Shocked, but not unwelcoming, he tentatively holds you.

“P-please don’t leave me! I don’t know what I can do, I just- Do you even love me anymore, Scara?” You babble uselessly, not even fully aware of what you’re saying, but talking is easing the pain and you’re not about to stop.

“Hey, that’s...Of course I do, what the hell is this about?” He questions, and even though he’s confused, he feels like this has to do with the past two weeks…

No one ever said he was a genius in social skills.

“You...You’ve just been so angry recently, even with me, I...I’ve been scared…Scared I did something, that it wasn’t work that had you in a bad mood but instead me!” You confessed.

“Scared?” Scara mused, unbelieving. He scared you? How had he not noticed that? Was he really so wrapped up in his own anger that he ignored how it affected you as well? “...You didn’t do anything wrong, S/O. I’m...Sorry...I made you feel like that.” You could hear the strain in his voice, knowing even if he could be gentle with you, that didn’t mean he suddenly was okay with verbalizing tenderness just as well. It was still hard.

You shook your head, which just rubbed your face into his shirt again. “Please don’t shut me out, Scara. Not again. I can’t be alone right next to you like that again.” Feeling his hand scratch lightly at your back, a sigh brushed across your shoulder from where his chin rested.

“I won’t leave you alone. I promise.”

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NSFW HCs

Xiao:

After that night, Xiao made good on his promise to come home to you every night he could.

While his job to protect Liyue is hardly contained within the daylight hours, there are some times where he can spare a few hours to see you to bed, but not always to sleep…

The night you broke down in particular, he made a point to make you happy again. He feels incredibly guilty for being a source of sadness for you, that he would do anything to make up for it.

When it was time for bed, he laid with you and cuddled for a while before asking if he could make it up to you in a more...intimate way.

You agreed, and he made sure to worship every part of you. With his tongue, his hands, his lips, eyes, anything to coax those addictive moans out of you.

He won’t cum that night unless you take things into your own hands. He insists on focusing on you, forgoing his own pleasure in pursuit of ravishing you completely. If you hadn’t cum more than 3 times before he even thought about sticking his dick inside you, he wasn’t doing it right.

Xiao made sure that by the end of the night, you knew how thoroughly he loves you.

Albedo:

He promised to keep you intact, but later that night he made you fall apart in all the best ways.

Ever the dutiful scientist, Albedo recalls all the little mental note of the best places to touch you, and abuses them to your benefit. He’s aware of each and every little sensitive spot, of what gets you going faster than anything else, of what words to say to get you to keen so sweetly in his ear.

He does whatever you ask of him, tonight is all about you he says. If you want him to take control, he will. If you want to take control, he’ll oblige without a complaint.

Not that he normally would anyway, but there’s an eagerness in each and every movement that Albedo rarely ever has that tells you tonight is special.

Absolutely overstimulates you into oblivion, and at the end of the night, you can barely even recall why you were crying earlier.

The night fades into morning when Albedo lets you rest, and stays in bed for as long as you want him.

Anything to make it up to you.

Scaramouche:

True to his word, Scaramouche doesn’t leave you alone for a single second the rest of the night.

In fact, he all but carries you to the bedroom, promising he’d find some ways to make it up to you and ease the loneliness a little faster.

Ease them he does, and with every gentle caress you can feel the nights tensions fly away into the breeze that floats through the open window. He’s more tender, slower tonight than he’s been any other night- You can tell he’s sorry just by the way he kisses you deeply.

Never breaks eye contact as he brings you to orgasm again and again, asking if you want another, and another, and another-

You’ll have to be the one to ask for his cock, otherwise he doesn’t even think about using it that night. But once you do, his thrusts are slow, powerful, languid- Each one hitting spots that make you see stars.

Incredibly meticulous, and calculated. He knows where to touch, and when. He’s got your body down to an instrument he expertly plays, and don’t you dare hide those moans. He wants to hear it all.

Scaramouche wants to hear the loneliness leave your body with every drop of cum that slides out of you.

I fucking agree with this. grow up fgs

Okay sit down we need to have a talk. I have never been so disappointed in this fandom. Who the actual fuck though it would be okay to send death threats to Asagiri. You're being childish you are being idiotic and you need to stop. I have seen shit as someone who was in both the Voltron and the My Hero fandoms and this shit is not okay.

I shouldn't have to tell you not to send fucking death threats of the series you are investing your time into. Telling people not to bully others over fictional characters shouldn't be a controversial statement.

Be better than this.

Just Run (Kaedehara Kazuha x Gn!Reader)

[Pronouns unspecified. The reader also owns a vision but is also unspecified.]

The air in your lungs was knocked out at the news from the Vision Hunt Decree of your dear friend Kazuha, being a wanted fugitive. After the death of your friend who faced the Raiden Shogun head-on, it took a toll on both of you, but it seems that Kazuha was more affected, disappearing without a trace. You were close to sending your family’s guards to look for him, but you knew they wouldn’t abide by that.

As the eldest child of the (L/N) Clan, you were constantly expected to carry the responsibilities, and soon the family name once you were of age. However you never wanted that, you wised to be free from the expectation and duties you were forced to shoulder. That’s where Kazuha came. No matter what life gave you, he was always there to support you, and listen to your rants as you played with the grass beneath you, he gave you a sense of calm no one ever gave you before. Whenever you three were together, you felt unstoppable. It wasn’t long before you noticed how your heart leaped whenever his gentle hands picked the blossom petals that nested in your hair, how his poetic musings made you warm, and his swift moves with his sword always sent your mind into a trance, which was always cut off by his smirk. Yeah, you were definitely in love with him. You seemingly always tried to avoid that conclusion, I mean, maybe it was just admiration? Or blooming friendship? But when the moment the news of him being labeled a criminal sent pangs in your heart, to a point where you wanted to burst into tears where you stood. At that moment, you longed for his presence, his comforting aura, you wished to know what was going on. So once the time was right, you ran, ran away from your childhood home. Ignoring the shouts of your family and the guards right on your tale, you didn’t stop running. The moon shone brightly as you hid behind a thick tree, but the guards caught up to you, forcing you to summon your weapon and prepared to fight. However, before you and the guards clashed, roaring wind fiercely blew them off their feet. A hand took your wrist and started to dash into the forest further, you turned your head towards your savior, only to be met with a certain white-haired male. Kazuha felt a strong tug on his hand, he stopped and turned towards you, he felt your arms around his neck as you hid your face on his shoulder. He returned the embrace by placing his bandaged hand on your head, basking at each others' scent. “Where have you been?” You whimpered. Before he could form an answer, the guards knocked out earlier seemed to be back on their feet. His breath hitched, releasing from your embrace, he grabbed both of your shoulders firmly, forcing you to look him in his ruby-red eyes, as he stared at yours. “(Y/N) I’m only going to be asking you this once, whatever your answer is just say it alright?” His saddened yet anticipating gaze didn’t go unnoticed to you, his breath was ragged as he finally asked: “Runaway with me...” Your eyes shot open from pure shock. Running away with him would make you a fugitive too, as well as tarnishing your family name, but why would you care? You’ve longed for freedom, and this nation was tearing that away from you, the decree implemented by your deity resolved of your friend being killed. You owned vision yourself, making you another target to the decree. He knew every second of your thought is limited, yet he stayed patient and awaited your answer. So when he saw tears appearing in your eyes, he thought of the worst; but then a small yet impacting smile formed on your lips, he couldn’t think straight when you nodded your head as a “yes”. Kazuha felt his grin growing wide, without a second thought, he pressed his lips on your own. He could feel both your hearts beating erratically as he placed his hand on your cheek. You pulled away first with a chuckle, how intimate he was knowing the fact that you were being chased by guards, whose shouts were drawing nearer. He took you by the hand as you resumed to run once again. You couldn’t believe what you were doing, you never dreamed of running from official Inazuman guards with the one you loved, it was exhilarating. The midnight breeze brushing past as your legs carried you to your destination. As if he sensed your mind wander, he looked back at you and just chuckled. “Just run (Y/N)! Freedom will be granted to us soon!”

cw. nsfw, afab!reader, breeding kink, creampies, overstimulation, masturbation *not proofread, just pure horny

[It do be my birthday so here is milkman breeding session <33] here are some refs for you @smmy-winchster @partycatty

You should be glad he came at the time he did, otherwise you would've been caught a long while ago.

You're being pressed into your desk, your thighs closed tightly around Francis’ hips. The sound of your arousal was evident. There was a growing pool of cum coating your swollen cunt. Francis looked down between your messy thighs, watching how your pretty hole stretched around his length.

“So sorry for making you wait, my darling.” His cock throbbed again, more cum managing to spurt out of him. His low groans trialled into short whimpers, his sensitivity growing with each pump. His fingers dipped into your hips, realigning his hips back before pushing forward and pulling you down onto him. His cock speared you open, coating your walls in a sticky white.

“Easy my dear, I'm not done.” His words are a whisper against your skin, a promise of something more. His breathing is heavy, his cock pulsing within your warm walls. You pushed your hips down against him, meeting his thrusts halfway. Francis tugged your legs up higher, letting them rest over his shoulders. His hands held tighter on your hips, desperately pulling your soft body onto him.

You're lost in your own cloud of lust, only focused on the way Francis moulds your pussy to accommodate his length. The wet squelch reaches your ears too quickly, flustering you as you listen to how easily he slides in and out of your slick cunt.

His hands spread across the sides of your stomach before he trails one down, rubbing his thumb against your puffy clit. Your back bows, craving him harder, faster, and deeper. You can feel every vein and every pulse as Francis rammed himself inside you again and again.

He could feel his own cock twitch, swiftly pulling out to coat your messy cunt with another layer of white. He continues to stroke himself through his orgasm, slapping his tip against your clit. 

“You can handle a few more, right? Be good for me and let me fill you up, yea?”

Can you write "You smile like an idiot when you are talking to them." with Kazuha?

Here you go anon! Got some help from @officialscaramouche with the plot here!

When you first joined the resistance, Kazuha was the one who didn't seem to be too bothered by you. It wasn't so much that he didn't like nor trust you, but it was rather that he seemed rather preoccupied. Often, the two of you would just sit, indulging in the sounds nature let out in harmony before he had to go for something else or you left when his friend came along, not wanting to be the awkward third wheel in the interaction.

Kazuha ran away with his friends dead vision in his hand, and when news came back to the resistance, you barely hold back your feelings. It was rather embarrassing to exhibit the feelings you had, practically beaming even thinking about seeing your friend again. Deep down you knew you had more than platonic feelings for him, but you never pursued these out of the fear of it breaking your connection with him entirely. Kokomi spoke to you after seeing how uncharacteristically quiet you got, knowing you had feelings for Kazuha. It was like the only person who didn't know how you felt about Kazuha was, well, Kazuha. The conversation was rather empty, only giving you a pat on the back before she explained Kazuha wasn't going to be back for some time. You nod your head, not giving a verbal reply.

"I think its cute." Kokomi hummed, catching on to how your eyes lightened up at the possibility of Kazuha returning, no matter how viable it was. "When you're with him, you smile like an idiot." She giggles, walking away.

Looking down at your feet, you feel rather embarrassed that you were acting so blatantly about how you felt, thinking back to it. You didn't even try to hide it! That probably didn't help Kazuha when he was on missions, likely getting daft comments about you looking at him like he was the best thing since sliced bread. You continue your missions, not letting the comments on your crush get to you. After a particularly difficult mission, you return to handover to Kokomi, surprised when she gives you an enthusiastic smile.

"Kazuha's back!" She sings.

You hand over like she didn't say anything, turning to leave before Kokomi stops you again.

"Kazuha's been with Gorou for a bit, they should be back from their mission in a while." She tries to get you to wait with her. "I'm sure he'd like to talk to you."

Knowing she wouldn't let you do any work until you admit your feelings to Kazuha, you leave, instead going to one of the other generals to get missions from them that weren't backed up by Kokomi due to the mission being rather risky, with little to no benefit.

--

"Hey, I just realised something." Gorou hums after dodging attacks from an enemy, putting them down swiftly. "You smile like an idiot when I mention their name!" He beams, looking to the side where Kazuha was as calm and collected as always.

"Is it so wrong to yearn for a friend?" Kazuha sings out, ignoring Gorou laughing as he runs away to help out other soldiers with their battles.

--

You didn't expect to be run into by a Ruin Guard, but you were rather relieved when you got rather lucky. The Guard was rather easy to dodge, allowing you to strategise the best way to take this down for materials. Luck seemed to be on your side, it seemed, as a strike of lightning zaps down on the enemy when it stopped in the water, essentially rendering it too weak to move. A single arrow is the last thing it needed to be brought down, and the Guard drops nothing. Sighing to yourself, you look around and see no other Guards in the area.

Returning to the camp, you report back to the general, explaining you were unable to get any materials from that particular enemy.

"Ah, there you are." Gorou huffs out, grasping your arm and glaring at the other general before heading off to the room that was known to many as the 'interrogation room'. Before you can protest, Gorou throws you in, locking the room before you could wiggle out. Feeling a pair of eyes behind you, you didn't need to turn around to know who it was.

The familiar scent, the familiar hum in the air, the familiar calmness emmanating from the other side of the room. You dare not turn around, knowing you would be unable to hold back how you felt when your heart swelled at Kazuha.

"Let me out, General!" You yell, trying to pick at the lock before you feel someone kick the door, making you fall on your ass. When you feel someone shuffling to get closer to you, you scold yourself for returning as early as you did.

"Can we talk?" Kazuha hummed into your ear, making you jump. Steadying your breathing, you don't turn around.

"I'm trying to move on." You explain, trying to convince yourself more than Kazuha. "I've embarrassed you enough with my prior acti-"

You feel two arms around you, Kazuha finding his head nestled in your neck. You find yourself relaxing into his touch, and Kazuha adjusts his grip so he's spooning you.

"I missed you." Kazuha kisses your cheek, laughing when he can feel your cheeks warm up at this action.

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Smol Kazuha

Hello! Can I request an angst (with a good ending) scenario of Childe and Diluc (seperate) x reader? possibly them physically harming reader by accident during an argument but it ends good/comforting if that makes sense! ^^

— # 🫐Lingering Pain | Genshin Men ✘ Reader(s) HeadCannons

⤤ Summary: Genshin men are busy trying to do work while you (aka reader) attempt to help relieve their stress, when they accidentally throw their elbow towards their way, with the anger of their vision releasing. Cutting or burning or hitting your arm.

⤤ Notes: I tried to make this as accidentally as possible cause I don’t want to romanticize abuse and etc. So hopefully it doesn’t come off that way. But I will flat out say it seems toxic, so this isn’t romantic. I kinda experienced something like this but it wasn’t physically and more mentally. So sorry if this fic came off too personal. Also apologies to misspelling.

⤤ Characters: Childe & Diluc

⤤ Warnings: Physical Harm + Burns + Cuts - GN! Reader + Angst & Fluff + Toxic + Cussing/Swearing

Diluc | Burns

You entered the room carefully, with a tray of food and grape juice. You noticed your husband working harder than usual, as he had basically all of his attention on his work. It’s been going on for nearly 3 weeks.

It’s been so long, since you had a decent conversation. And due to his heavy amount of work, he hardly even sleeps besides you like he usually does. You wanted to interfered but feared of only annoying him. You kept quiet, but even Jean and Lisa suggested you try and talk to him.

“I brought you dinner” you greet, walking up to behind Diluc. He seemed stressed due to his gestures, and had stacks of papers overflowing. You smile a bit, trying to lighten the mood but nothing seemed to work. Because he didn’t even lift up his eyes from his work.

He let out a muffled groan, as you stood little bit behind him. Noticing how much papers he had to analyze and sign. It did seem stressful.

“A-Are you okay..?” You ended up finding yourself stuttering upon the question. You were scared of angering him.

“I’m fine” he said coldly.

You could tell he wasn’t. You placed the tray of food besides him, and keeping your arms and hands close to your chest. Your lips shivered a bit, but you shook your head.

It’s your husband, he cannot get that mad if I disturb him for a little… can he?

“Diluc you don’t seem fin-“ you started but before you could finish he had slammed his hands on the table in frustration. You grew startled as your shoulders shivered a bit.

“I have work to do honey…” he mumbled in frustration. Gesturing his hand hoping you would walk away.

You let out a sigh of frustration.

“Diluc… you should take a break” you stated, nervously. “You’ve been working way too hard.”

“I just need to finish my work” his voice lowered.

“I know, I know but have you tried to relax yourself?” You continue. Only pushing his buttons.

He let out a cold sigh.

“Can you leave?” He asked but you shook your head, getting frustrated yourself.

“Diluc, you need to take a break!” You raise your voice, which only pisses him off even more. “You’ve been doing so much work, you hardly pay attention to me anymore!”

Diluc became quiet. Biting his lower lip. You could feel yourself getting angry, but you felt like you have held these emotions for too long.

“Diluc,” you started. Diluc glared his attention towards you. “Do you even care about me anymore!?”

Your last question being a yell. He turned around so swiftly, attempting to gesture his elbow so that you could leave. And ever so accidentally, using his vision by a mistake out of anger. Flames leaving from his hands, as they whooshed right by your elbow and arm.

Leaving dark burns right there. You watched as your once flawless skin, now had deep and dark marks on them. You looked at him, to see that his eyes were now widened with fear and sadness. And full of regret.

His eyes had actually darken to that regret. To that guilt. But it didn’t matter. At the end of the day, you gained a burn. From your own husband. You could feel tears form from the corner of your eyes. Not only due to the burns that were given, but because he had hurt you.

You knew and assumed it was an accident. But either way it still hurt. He had a guilty expression on his face, as even he started to form tears in the corner of his eyes. He attempted to reach out to you, but you farted away from him, heading towards the door in a hurry.

“I’ll leave you alone…” you mumbled. “Sorry… sir”

He realizes you said ‘sir’ instead of his name. Which only made quiet rushing tears fall down to his face, as he watched you close the door shut. Hearing your footsteps down the hall, before you climbed up the stairs. Sobbing quietly.

— — —

You laid in bed, trying to fall asleep. It was quite hard though, since your husband wasn’t besides you. You always fell asleep to your husband holding you, or you holding him.

But you could feel his presence by the door frame. He had recently gotten home, from the work he participates in all night. He watched your body, wrapped in the sheets, shifting due to his non-existence presence.

“Dear…” he said quietly. But you don’t bother to turn your head, or gesture your body towards him. You just keep your back towards him, looking through the open window. You didn’t want to speak to him nor talk to him.

He let out a sigh, placing his things down to the corner of the room. You hear him shut the door, and was hoping he was gone. But you could hear his footsteps from inside the room.

“Leave.” You say loudly and clearly. You didn’t want to talk to him, despite how much you missed him sleeping besides you. He let out a sad groan.

“Dear, please…” he stated walking carefully towards you. You didn’t say anything. You just pressed your head deeper into the pillow. He walked over to the other side of the bed, before bending down right in front of you.

You could see him, but you just wanted him to leave. But a small part of you wanted to hear him say sorry and you could hopefully have him sleep besides him again. You could feel him grab onto your wrist, pulling it from under the blanket.

The burns he had accidentally left on your arm. Seeing that it was now purple, only made him feel more guilty. And you couldn’t help but start crying again, sobbing deeply into your pillow.

Diluc let out a sigh pushing most of the blankets off of you, and picking you up.

“Put me down” you sobbed trying to push yourself away from him, but he didn’t listen nor seem to care to those words. As he carried you to the out of the room and into the bathroom, to place bandages on you and your arm.

He continued to watch as you sobbed, before placing you on the counter top, besides the sink. He kept his head lowered, trying to hide his tears, but it was impossible. Since his tears kept dripping down to his jaw and then the floor.

He took the bandages out, but failed to even put them on your arm where the burns were. The burns were small. Very small, but they were visible. And either way he had still harmed you. Accident or not.

“I-I’m sorry” his words parting from each other. He was choking on his words. He couldn’t help but place his head on your shoulder, like he always does when he cries. He always had a strange habit of doing so.

You could feel his tears drip from your shoulders and down your body whiles your stopped. And as much as he had a habit of laying his head on your shoulder, you had a bad habit of playing with his hair when he cried.

You choked out a chuckle from your sobs.

“Don’t cry-“

“I’m so, sorry!”

Childe | Cuts

“What!?” Childe shouted loudly. You crossed your arms trying to not let tears escape.

For the past couple of weeks, your husband has been so obsessed with his work. He hardly even said goodnight anymore. And if you got a goodnight it was always muttered. He’d leave at the most random times to. Leaving around midnight to not even come home until the next afternoon.

It pissed you off, but you could assume it was for work. But it started to happen more often and often, to the point you always thought he was cheating on you.

“You’re cheating on me aren’t you?” You ask, glaring at him. You could see his eyes dart towards you, those dull blue eyes that you once admired.

“Excuse me?” He muttered, trying to not get more angry than he already was.

“You are arent you?” You shouted this time with your arms crossed tighter. “You’re always leaving at midnight, you hardly even talk to me anymore!”

You hear him let out a frustrated chuckle.

“What the hell…” he started but you felt tired of his bullshit.

“Are you cheating on me or not?” You screamed this time, before you felt a deep cut slash into your arms.

He had turned around letting out a shouting sentence, of asking if you trusted him or not. And when he realized he was to angry, accidentally using his vision and abilties by slashing you with a waterblade, his face darkened. Watching blood drip from your arm.

You stared at the blood yourself, as it dripped to the floor. The cut wasn’t deep, something like a paper cut, but it was a long one. You stared at it for a few seconds, as tears rinsed and fell down to your cheeks. You turned around, walking to the door before slamming it close.

Childe could feel his hands shiver, before slamming his head into the table. Which would sure leave a bruise.

“Fuck!”

— — —

You sat on the couch, looking at the cut. It was very faint, but the dried blood was very much visible. And while you were still angry at him, for blowing up so easily and growing so defensive, you felt guilty.

Perhaps you pushed him to his limit. But even so, you kept reassuring and telling yourself that everything would and get better. And that you weren’t wrong to begin with. But your heart felt loss. It’s been 3 hours since that happened, and by now you both would have been in bed cuddling and etc.

Been nearly two weeks since he last held you.

Your eyes widened a bit hearing the door to his office from down the hall open. As you could hear his heavy footsteps get closer and closer until he was in the same room as you. Right besides the couch you were sitting on.

You only lowered your head down even more, when he stood in front of you. But it surprised you when he got on his knees, placing his arms and hands in your lap.

You only lifted your eyes a bit, to see that even he had tears falling down from his jaw. It flowed like a river, which only made your sobs grow louder.

“I’m sorry.” He said before placing and laying his head in your lap. You could feel his tears soak your pants, as he continued to sob. You looked down, realizing how guilty and sorry he felt. “I’ve been doing tons and loads of work, I don’t want you in danger because of my work. That’s why I do it at night”

You could feel him sob in your lap, and you couldn’t help but intertwine your hand into his bright, orange, ginger hair as he continued to sob.

“I’m sorry… too” you can feel yourself mumble with tears flowing as well.

“[Name]…”

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