on a semi-hiatus; lian enjoys writing but also enjoys passing exams, so for the purposes of their academics, updates will be slow.
currently... freaking out over 'the love hypothesis' by ali hazelwood, binging 'science fell in love so i tried to prove it', and scouring the internet for every joji reaction meme which exists.
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀lian/min! agender + any pronouns, indo, minor. a very tired stem kid :\ also top 1% of willow listeners. loves rainy days, dusty record players, + crescent moons. ar 55 kaeya main, na server!
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀this is a genshin writing blog (associated with @interwoven-fates) & aside from the occasional suggestion, it is entirely sfw. if the information above makes you uncomfortable, please feel free to block/dni with me :)
after a long break and whatnot i've decided to move blogs! over the past few weeks i've been logged out & semi active on other platforms, such as wattpad & ao3 & quotev & it's been honestly super refreshing considering how i've been struggling to write.
i will still be on a semi hiatus due to school but i will be a bit more active once my workload lessens after the next few exams! i appreciate all the love and support you all have given me on this blog & i hope you can continue to do so at my new one <3
the new blog is @tb3ih & i will try my best to update with new content as i move my fics over. as for this blog, i will be deactivating it within the next month or so, or whenever i finish moving, so please (esp my moots & friends) interact w my new blog!!
note: i wrote this in one sitting im so proud what- any way i hope you like cause u better cause yuzuha needs more love >:(.
twindrakenz 2021. reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated. do not repost or modify on this or any other platform.
when you walked through the front door you stood waiting for your usual greeting of hugs, kisses and “how was your day”s from your girlfriend. but when you were met with a dark quiet house you now stood confused.
toeing off the worn out sneakers you trudged through the hall to check the kitchen, living room and balcony. empty. even walking further to check the bathroom. y’know just in case she’s having a really quiet shower. but again, empty.
now your heartbeats starting to pick up. if the bedroom was empty you’re grabbing your phone and calling up her brother to make him worry too.
but alas, when you pushed open the familiar door you were met with the sight of your sweet girl wrapped up in the covers in a foetus position and small sniffles escaping her lips.
“yuzu’ baby what’s wrong?”
rushing to her side to rub a soothing hand up and down her arm you patiently waiting for her response. “period” it was faint, but you heard it. and when you did your mind ran through the checklist of items it needs this time every month. “give me one second sweetheart, i’ll be right back,” placing a soft kiss on her forehead you watched her nod and then dashed out of the room like the clock was ticking.
first thing, put on the kettle while you grab everything else. done. second, grab everything else. the hot water bottle, heat pads, water, chocolate, one of your hoodies and pain killers. the noise of the kettle signalling it’s ready reminded you of the third. fill up the hot water bottle, obviously. you did a once over of everything and ran back to the bedroom. all done in only 2 minutes. a new personal best.
“i’m baacckk” you sang and plopped down beside yuzuha, who hadn’t moved from her original position. “and i brought aaall the goods.” hearing your words she moved to sit up against the head board slowly until you moved her to lie against your side.
you ran through everything you got for her and placed the water bottle on her abdomen and the heat pads on her lower back. let her take the pain killers and have a good amount of water, and finally helped her into your warm, freshly washed hoddie so she could cuddle with you and snack on her chocolate while you skimmed through what ever show she was last watching on the tv opposite you.
half way through the episode-which you were more intrigued in than yuzuha herself, which she found quite humorous- yuzuha found herself zoning out and realising all that you did for her after coming home from a long day of work, instead of just flopping into bed. because even though you deny it everyday, she can see in your eyes just how tired you are. but day in, day out, you go above and beyond to make sure she’s okay.
too deep in her own thoughts, she failed to realise her eyes were betraying her and letting hot tears slip past at the thought of you. sniffing to hide her emotions from you. which didn’t work. “oh, are you okay? i didn’t think this part of the show was that sad, we can skip it if you like.” you didn’t know if it was her hormones or she really was emotional over a very intense action scene. “no no, that’s not it i’m fine.” “no you’re not.” yuzuha knew you were blunt at times, but she wasn’t expecting you to flat out tell her.
“it’s, it’s just no one’s ever done things like this for me all the time. and your always putting me before you and,” she pauses to sniffle and catch her breath, “it just makes me really happy y’know?”
for all the years you knew yuzuha, she never portrayed her emotions for others to see, rather letting everything out behind closed doors. and seeing her when she was like this made your heart tremble. “aw yuzu’ my sweet, sweet girl. i do all these things because you deserve it. you always have and always will. and because i love you, obviously.”
those three words you told her often, but she found hard to say, had more tears falling but she pushed her head into your chest to hide them.
“thank you y/n, so much. i love you too”
“well if you do love me you’d propose a nap right about now.”
FOR RESEARCH PURPOSES ONLY!!!!!!1!!111!!!! so do we think diluc would give you nose kisses or forehead kisses, i personally thought maybe he likes kissing your knuckles in a sort of "fuck you, chilvary isn't dead" kinda thing but idk, thoughts? (THIS IS RESEARCH)
i believe he's the type that like soft touches, he likes to keep you around, when you two are standing watching something he would tug you closer and lean a kiss onto your scalp, putting his hands on your shoulders. i really believe he loves giving forehead kisses. he takes your hand, kisses the back of it, takes you closer by that dance movement where you spin and then give you either a forehead kiss or a normal kiss on the lips. he would be a real gentleman (like all the big three clan members), anything he'd do would be so romantic at all. but like don't take this as he'd be the type of 100% educated guy, he'd swear a lot, mainly when kaeya is about to annoy the shit out of him. he'd say things like "damn you're so fucking gorgeous" while watching you doing literally anything
au where you've just had a messy break up with your boyfriend — well, ex-boyfriend now you suppose, you caught him cheating on you — and what's the first thing you do? get fucking wasted, of course.
it's a pity that the person sitting beside you at the bar doesn't enjoy their drink the way you do with yours, downing shot after shot like you're trying to kill yourself. it doesn't help that everyone around you is egging you on further, amused by your foolishness and silly antics.
the laughter dies down when you start to feel queasy.
you don't know who brought you to the bathroom, but you manage to safely hurl into the toilet instead of some unsuspecting person's lap, and someone is tracing soothing circles on your back and pulling up your hair as you empty your stomach.
you're not sure what happens next because you black out quickly, deciding to leave today's worries for the tomorrow you. you'll make sure to make it up to the kind person somehow.
but the next day, the very moment you open your eyes, you see the exact same face belonging to that stranger mere centimeters away.
you're sharing a bed, tucked under the same blanket, and when you pat down your body, you realize you are severely underdressed, or simply put, lacking of any garments to speak of. the marks that decorate your skin only serve to add on to your increasing levels of panic.
you hastily stand up, looking for the clothes you wore yesterday, but they're nowhere to be seen and the only clothes you can see are pajamas messily scattered across the ground. a hand pulls you back down to the mattress, and you're suddenly wrapped around in a tight embrace. a pair of lips brush against your bare shoulder when he mumbles, “why are you up so early... it's a rare day off for the both of us...”
what is happening right now?!
(or, in which you time travel to five years into the future — what do you mean i'm already married to this guy?!)
aah so don't get mad or upset, pls, i'm just trying to put it in prespective atm.
tbh school and whatnot haven't really been going well, i've sort just been pushing it down this never ending abyss and drowning myself in mindless genshin grinding.
i've come to discover i'm sort of overwhelmed with all the work i need to catch up in general & it's rather perplexing for me. i'll be logging out i guess, though i'm not quite sure when i'll be back.
in all honesty, genshin and writing used to be very fun but it's the lack of interaction, no matter what platform i choose to write on, whether it's ao3 or tumblr or wp etc.
i realized that in the past year and a half, looking over all my interactions and some of my works, i've come to see it's all been in vain. i've put so much effort into trying to please an audience who can barely be bothered to give proper feedback that i'm simply tired at this point.
please do not take this as me being ungrateful, i appreciate everything anyone has done to support me, i'm simply pointing out that this in general isn't very healthy for me.
i'm not a very big blog, i'm aware, so me simply disappearing from this online person i've adopted doesn't seem to be a very large scale issue (i don't really look forward to the idea of it)
perhaps this is just a depressive episode, but all i know is that i can't find the energy for anything & i'll be back if & when i decide that i have the motivation to continue running this blog.
my requests and inbox will still be open, but i can't give you a guarantee that i'll get to it very quickly, seeing as i'll be logged out.
i hope you all can understand. (love always, min <3)
note(s) gn!reader, no prns used though somewhat vague descriptions of appearance. it's more of making love than explicit sex, there's some fluff(ish) at the end.
includes unprotected / breeding, lost & lots of admiration, generally just love, nothing too vulgar. not proof-read.
if there was one thing diluc knew, it was that he did not cherish the idea of tangling himself in attachment.
the idea of loving another came with an emotional backlash to him, sort of like the bitter taste that wine brought to his lips from even just an infinitesimal sip.
and yet, here he lay, like a drunkard finally reaching the tavern after a long day's of work, pressing more than just unkempt emotion into the plains of your skin.
diluc had told himself that this was only a temporary arrangement, the two of you meeting only when monstadt had fell into the deepest of slumbers and parting ways before dawn had yet to begin dancing across the sky, but it seemed that not all things go according to plan.
even now in this moment, watching your shaking figure as he brought you into another climax, diluc refused to think of how the morning would escort him off to his own abode, away from the night; away from you.
the crimson-haired man had a clear view of you. shaky fingers grasping the mussed sheets, his name danced on your tongue (rather elegantly, he might add) like music to his ears. his hips always found their way to yours, rhythm both steady and methodically paced.
one hand goes to cover your face and diluc notices the small tear that escapes down your cheek, lips suddenly twisting almost in distaste. gentle hands prodding at your limb, diluc removes your arm and presses his mouth to yours before you can protest.
had he been the one to cause you pain? he had never considered it before, only now realizing truly to what extent his actions affected you. spending not even the night and slipping away like time before you had time to register whether he was real to begin with.
diluc had been going at this entirely wrong. you deserved a lover, not a shadow which sought to use you. it was you which had awakened something blazing hot in his heart; like a moth to a flame, you were a subconscious addiction in the most peculiar way. whatever the two of you shared, he prayed that it would never end. "you're so beautiful, you know?"
your eyes widen in surprise, the sincerity in his voice not quite registering with you between the waves of pleasure. you see that his eyes have softened, the pad of his finger almost caressing as they wipe underneath your eyes.
you hear him grunt lowly as you inadvertently clench around him, his rhythm wavering slightly as the both of you approach the same familiar climax. something in your heart flutters in the way he catches your lips with his, preventing the gasp that had been climbing in your throat as the knot in your stomach breaks.
reaching down, you feel his fingers stimulating your entrance, helping you as you ride out your orgasm. unlike any other night, diluc doesn't make any move to pull out (not that you minded), the feeling of hot seed spilling into you a foreign yet satisfying.
collapsing softly next to you, bot of you are panting messes, an unknown question lingering in the air while the both of you catch your breath. it isn't until you feel a pair of strong arms tug gently at your waist do you realize the answer to the question which had always loomed over you.
"diluc? what are you—"
snuggling closer into the crook of your neck, he was amazed at how comfortably he fit there. humming against your warm skin, diluc hushed you softly by pressing a long kiss at your jaw. "can we talk about it in the morning?"
it was definitely uncalled for, the man which you only witnessed the night with suddenly asking for an invitation to meet the morning with you.
"o-of course." your voice is quiet, a little weak from having used it nearly all night. fatigue has laced it's way into your voice as slumber settles over you a little too easily (you blame it on his embrace). "mm . . . sweet dreams, diluc."
he watches your placid state for a few moments, his own exhaustion beginning to make itself known. brushing back a stray lock of hair from your face, he brings his lips to your temple. "rest well, my love."
and as he went to sleep, he couldn't help but realize how okay he was with the weight of his words. love is unpredictable, diluc thought, but that's exactly what made it so attractive.
and he wouldn't dare to tangle in it with anyone other than you.
OKAY SO I DON'T REALLY LIKE NSFW BUT THIS ONE WAS REALLY SWEET AND JAE SAID IT WAS INSPIRED BY MY DILUC ONESHOT & MY HEART JUST— pls help him get his blog going T_T his writing is so pretty goodbye </3
can i get some cute headcannons of kazuha and reader in a college!au. like what he does while he’s pinning over them and how he acts in a relationship during that scene. i just need some pure fluff for the love of my life <3 ALSO DONT FORGET TO DRINK WATER AND EAT SOME FOOD MWAH I LOVE YOU
double shot, light cream + no sugar
ft. kaedehara kazuha
fluff (hcs), n/a, cute caffine addict meets adorably enamored barista, what could go wrong? (everything, at least that's what kaedehara kazuha thinks).
cw, this WILL rot your teeth, college!au (i've never really done hcs, i hope this is to your liking T_T)
ꔛ to say that kazuha was caught off-guard the first time you stepped into the quaint little coffee shop he worked in would be an understatement.
ꔛ he had only seen you from afar in your shared psychology class, and even then, he had (respectfully) admired how effortless you had made it seem to be, as some would say, gorgeous.
ꔛ the silver-maned boy had walked past your usual seat in the large lecture hall and knew your usual coffee stop was not the same as where he worked, hence his surprise.
ꔛ so when you walked up to place your order, kazuha did his best to make sure it wasn't completely obvious how attractive he found you.
"may i take your order?" his voice was even and polite, as per usual. up close, he could see your complexion much clearly, only further causing the muscle in his chest to speed up as you met his eyes with a soft smile on your lips.
you hummed to yourself, still examining the menu that hung overhead. "i'll have a caramel macchiato, double shot, light cream, and no sugar," you say, lips curling for one last pleasantry. "please."
even as you were walking out of the shop, kazuha was still dazed.
ꔛ now of course the poor boy had no choice but to keep up the act of being unfazed, as you became a frequent customer at the shop, not only ordering to go but staying for the amenities.
ꔛ sometimes it'd be late at night, or just after opening, he'd find you needing a caffeine refresher, and every time it was the same order. at this point, kazuha had your drink committed to heart.
ꔛ it went on for a few weeks, you coming in and ordering before immersing yourself in your studies, to which kazuha would then attempt at his own work behind the counter.
ꔛ up until he had accidentally added sugar into your drink without realizing it and, despite your better judgment, you had to go back and reorder your drink.
"excuse me? i'm so sorry to inconvenience you, but i was wondering if i could get a different drink, i think there's sugar in this?" regret reflected in your irises and you hated the thought of making more work for the worker, especially over such a small thing. "i can buy another."
tearing his eyes away from his own book, kazuha apologized profusely, embarrassment flushing his rather light complexion in a fiery scarlet at such a blunder on his end. he was quick to get started on remaking your drink, hoping this would smooth over.
"akiko yosano, she's a classic." kazuha pauses for a moment, confusion cleared once he sees you examining his book. "she's my favorite," he replies quietly.
when he hands you your finished drink, you notice the bandaids around his fingers, marveling at how delicately he's able to hold the drink with his fingertips. "i'm l/n y/n, i think we have a psyche class together?"
he nods, still not fully registering the fact that you recognize him. "kaedehara kazuha."
ꔛ after that short encounter, kazuha noticed you had taken it as an invitation for further interaction. it started small at first, just simple greetings and chats during breaks.
ꔛ it moved to then full-on conversations during your break and when there were no other customers around. not that either of you was complaining.
ꔛ he felt as if it were so painfully obvious how much he was infatuated with you. the way you were able to make him smile more than just the curl of the corner of his lips. how when he listened to you talk, he'd look especially for the subtle glint you held in your eyes that'd appear at your favorite part of whatever story you were telling that day.
ꔛ most days though, he'd be much too busy minding the own red blooming at the tips of his ears to see the rose dusting your complexion.
ꔛ until the day it was made known that it wasn't just kazuha who was adorably enamored by the others' presence.
today was definitely different, kazuha could tell as soon as you had walked into the shop. eyes narrowed slightly, he watched you intently as you didn't take your usual seat at the table near the counter, but rather approached him directly.
when you came to a stop in front of the counter, you held out a book, bowing while extending your arms out to him. (little did he know the courtesy was simply to hide the fact that you were a very obvious shade of scarlet.) "the usual?"
you blinked, almost as if in a daze and not realizing you had been standing before him for a little too long. "oh, yes, thank you." your hands go to fidget with the cool metal around your fingers and he notices you biting the inside of his cheek as he begins to make your drink. "is something the matter?"
"oh! no! everything's fine, why ever would you ask?" your words are a little rished and you can't seem to look him in the eyes. clearing your throat, you take a deep breath and try to regain composure. ". . . actually, uhm, i wanted to ask if you'd possibly like to . . . go out . . . with me?"
kazuha nearly drops the mixing cup he's holding, eyes wide in surprise as he meets your own somewhat unbelieving gaze. the two of you are most definitely blushing and it is most definitely apparent. "p-pardon?"
"i mean it's fine if you don't want to! i can completely understand, this was rather uncalled and impolite on my part, i apolo—"
"i'd love to." there is a full beat of silence in the cafe, as if to allow the confession to settle. you can't help the crooked grin that pulls at your lips, warmth swelling up in your chest at his reply.
"ah well, that's uhm, good, er, well, i'm really happy—" you had been backing up towards the door, only to trip over the very obvious chair and go tumbling to the ground. if you hadn't sprung up so quickly, the silver-haired boy definitely would have lept over the counter. "i'm okay! i'm okay!"
kazuha let out an amused chuckle as you gave a clumsy smile whilst regaining your balance and resuming your path to the exit. "well, uhm, i'll see you later then, kazuha." offering a final wave, it takes everything in you not to prance on the sidewalk all the way back to campus.
looking down at the half-filled mixing cup in his hand, kazuha realized he had never given you your drink. he shrugged at the thought, knowing it'd be another excuse to see you.
can i get some cute headcannons of kazuha and reader in a college!au. like what he does while he’s pinning over them and how he acts in a relationship during that scene. i just need some pure fluff for the love of my life <3 ALSO DONT FORGET TO DRINK WATER AND EAT SOME FOOD MWAH I LOVE YOU
double shot, light cream + no sugar
ft. kaedehara kazuha
fluff (hcs), n/a, cute caffine addict meets adorably enamored barista, what could go wrong? (everything, at least that's what kaedehara kazuha thinks).
cw, this WILL rot your teeth, college!au (i've never really done hcs, i hope this is to your liking T_T)
ꔛ to say that kazuha was caught off-guard the first time you stepped into the quaint little coffee shop he worked in would be an understatement.
ꔛ he had only seen you from afar in your shared psychology class, and even then, he had (respectfully) admired how effortless you had made it seem to be, as some would say, gorgeous.
ꔛ the silver-maned boy had walked past your usual seat in the large lecture hall and knew your usual coffee stop was not the same as where he worked, hence his surprise.
ꔛ so when you walked up to place your order, kazuha did his best to make sure it wasn't completely obvious how attractive he found you.
"may i take your order?" his voice was even and polite, as per usual. up close, he could see your complexion much clearly, only further causing the muscle in his chest to speed up as you met his eyes with a soft smile on your lips.
you hummed to yourself, still examining the menu that hung overhead. "i'll have a caramel macchiato, double shot, light cream, and no sugar," you say, lips curling for one last pleasantry. "please."
even as you were walking out of the shop, kazuha was still dazed.
ꔛ now of course the poor boy had no choice but to keep up the act of being unfazed, as you became a frequent customer at the shop, not only ordering to go but staying for the amenities.
ꔛ sometimes it'd be late at night, or just after opening, he'd find you needing a caffeine refresher, and every time it was the same order. at this point, kazuha had your drink committed to heart.
ꔛ it went on for a few weeks, you coming in and ordering before immersing yourself in your studies, to which kazuha would then attempt at his own work behind the counter.
ꔛ up until he had accidentally added sugar into your drink without realizing it and, despite your better judgment, you had to go back and reorder your drink.
"excuse me? i'm so sorry to inconvenience you, but i was wondering if i could get a different drink, i think there's sugar in this?" regret reflected in your irises and you hated the thought of making more work for the worker, especially over such a small thing. "i can buy another."
tearing his eyes away from his own book, kazuha apologized profusely, embarrassment flushing his rather light complexion in a fiery scarlet at such a blunder on his end. he was quick to get started on remaking your drink, hoping this would smooth over.
"akiko yosano, she's a classic." kazuha pauses for a moment, confusion cleared once he sees you examining his book. "she's my favorite," he replies quietly.
when he hands you your finished drink, you notice the bandaids around his fingers, marveling at how delicately he's able to hold the drink with his fingertips. "i'm l/n y/n, i think we have a psyche class together?"
he nods, still not fully registering the fact that you recognize him. "kaedehara kazuha."
ꔛ after that short encounter, kazuha noticed you had taken it as an invitation for further interaction. it started small at first, just simple greetings and chats during breaks.
ꔛ it moved to then full-on conversations during your break and when there were no other customers around. not that either of you was complaining.
ꔛ he felt as if it were so painfully obvious how much he was infatuated with you. the way you were able to make him smile more than just the curl of the corner of his lips. how when he listened to you talk, he'd look especially for the subtle glint you held in your eyes that'd appear at your favorite part of whatever story you were telling that day.
ꔛ most days though, he'd be much too busy minding the own red blooming at the tips of his ears to see the rose dusting your complexion.
ꔛ until the day it was made known that it wasn't just kazuha who was adorably enamored by the others' presence.
today was definitely different, kazuha could tell as soon as you had walked into the shop. eyes narrowed slightly, he watched you intently as you didn't take your usual seat at the table near the counter, but rather approached him directly.
when you came to a stop in front of the counter, you held out a book, bowing while extending your arms out to him. (little did he know the courtesy was simply to hide the fact that you were a very obvious shade of scarlet.) "the usual?"
you blinked, almost as if in a daze and not realizing you had been standing before him for a little too long. "oh, yes, thank you." your hands go to fidget with the cool metal around your fingers and he notices you biting the inside of his cheek as he begins to make your drink. "is something the matter?"
"oh! no! everything's fine, why ever would you ask?" your words are a little rished and you can't seem to look him in the eyes. clearing your throat, you take a deep breath and try to regain composure. ". . . actually, uhm, i wanted to ask if you'd possibly like to . . . go out . . . with me?"
kazuha nearly drops the mixing cup he's holding, eyes wide in surprise as he meets your own somewhat unbelieving gaze. the two of you are most definitely blushing and it is most definitely apparent. "p-pardon?"
"i mean it's fine if you don't want to! i can completely understand, this was rather uncalled and impolite on my part, i apolo—"
"i'd love to." there is a full beat of silence in the cafe, as if to allow the confession to settle. you can't help the crooked grin that pulls at your lips, warmth swelling up in your chest at his reply.
"ah well, that's uhm, good, er, well, i'm really happy—" you had been backing up towards the door, only to trip over the very obvious chair and go tumbling to the ground. if you hadn't sprung up so quickly, the silver-haired boy definitely would have lept over the counter. "i'm okay! i'm okay!"
kazuha let out an amused chuckle as you gave a clumsy smile whilst regaining your balance and resuming your path to the exit. "well, uhm, i'll see you later then, kazuha." offering a final wave, it takes everything in you not to prance on the sidewalk all the way back to campus.
looking down at the half-filled mixing cup in his hand, kazuha realized he had never given you your drink. he shrugged at the thought, knowing it'd be another excuse to see you.
Just after I have learned that someone stole @booksandhoneymilktea s stuff and reposted it, a dear reader informed me that the same happened to me. An author called losercraft copied the "Stress Reduction" one-shot and the first chapter of CiaD, and now I'm trying to make them take it down. Maybe they have stolen from other authors as well, I can't tell for sure.
