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Part 3 of first kisses, this time with Kazuha, left vague for reader or traveler
as always, anons open for requests, enjoy!
part 1 | part 2
Kazuha: Although he’s ever the wanderer, your two paths are always colliding. Though visits were brief at first, you find him linger longer and longer with you. Simple conversations become endless ones, and more often than not you’ll be talking into the night. You never know when to expect him, but you’re always looking forward to his visits. It is one such night that there’s something a little different in the air. Did he change his hair? Is he sitting differently?
You can’t put your finger on it, and to complicate things further, he’s peering at you with a peculiar expression on his face.
“What is it, Kazuha?”
“I wondered where my travels would take me. I always find my path comes back to you. Why is that?”
“Maybe I keep getting in your way? Do you want me to change that?”
He pouts. “That’s not it. I think my feet are the one carrying me to you.”
“Well yes, in many cases that is how one travels.”
“They have a mind of their own. Or rather, I think they follow something else. Not that there is much else on my mind lately but you.”
He was speaking matter-of-factly, but what he said just dawned on the both of you. It was nothing short of a confession. The buzz of fireflies can be heard as the two of you stare at each other, the moonlight not bright enough to show the blush on your cheeks.
Finally, you decide to break the silence. Leaning in, you ask, “Does that mean you like me?”
He rubs his neck sheepishly, though his other hand gently slides over yours. “The cat’s out of the bag now, isn’t it? But...” he bites his lip, tilting his head at you as he tries to understand if his feelings are requited. “Do you feel the same?”
You smile sweetly, and kiss his cheek as your reply. “What do you think?”
“I think,” he smiles, and cups your chin in his hand. All his poetry in the world wouldn’t be enough to describe how he feels about kissing you next. As if you’re the most precious thing in the world, his lips are almost tickling yours with how gentle they are. He carries the scents of so many flowers, as though he’s the wind himself. Though the moment is brief, it’s as if the weight of his heart is imprinted into your kiss. “I think,” he says again. “That it is a very, lovely night tonight.”
Part two of first kisses with f!reader (or traveler if you’d like). This one is Thoma only because I got carried away, oops. anons are open for any requests~
Part one can be found here~
Thoma: He is a joyful individual. Everybody’s best friend. It amazes you how you’re the one he’s picked. There’s something about his energy that’s terribly contagious, and it didn’t take you long to fall for him. Perhaps he felt the same with you, because he’s asked you to be his. Of course, you thought it was just like his normal dinner invitations to play his hot pot games, but once he held your hand you realized that this was real.
No matter the tasks he has on his plate, he’s always punctual to your dates, and never fails in seeing you off safely either. You have no complaints with him, and can’t imagine any. Except maybe one.
He could be a little more affectionate. Just a smidge. He’s perfectly flirty, and sweet, always holds your hands and gives you warm hugs. But you’ve yet to share your first kiss.
Maybe he’s just the type to take things slow and steady? You decide to wait a little bit longer before asking, when suddenly he whisks you away for a sudden date.
“Come on, I want to show you something!” Hand in hand, you’re dragged at his mercy for quite a while until you’ve reached a clearing. “Wait,” he instructs you, then covers your eyes. “Follow me.”
“Yes sir.”
“Very funny.” Leaves crunch softly under your feet as he leads you forward, and finally, he lets go. “Open your eyes now.”
Before you were the beautiful blooms of sakura blossoms, petals dancing in the wind around a smattering of trees. The sight is stunning, and you’re smiling ear to ear.
“Pretty, right? Not as pretty as you, of course,” he amends, and you roll your eyes at his flirting, but it never fails to make you smile. “I was hoping for something special to show you so I could, well...Close your eyes again for me?” You do as asked, and he delivers to you another present. Like the spring breeze, you feel your spirits lift high, his warm kisses contrasting the cool winds tickling your cheeks. His hands are firm around your waist, and he’s smiling against your lips.
So this is what he had planned all along! All those furtive glances on your way there suddenly made sense. How long had he been planning this? You had him pegged as the spontaneous sort, yet he’d sat on this long enough so it would be an occasion to remember.
Of course, a kiss like this would not have been something you’d have forgotten anyway.
He allows you a moment to breathe, only so he can peck up your jawline, and drop sweet kisses on your nose and forehead. Then finally, he pulls back to look at you, his cheeks the same color as the flowers. “Did you...like it?”
“I think I liked that even better than the flowers.”
“Really? Well, if you give me such high praise, I can’t really hold back now can I?”
All the time you spent waiting just made this so, so much sweeter. Basking in the scent of flowers and stuck in Thoma’s arms, the day couldn’t pass by any better.
First kiss x f!reader (Or Traveler if you want) part 1? Let me know who you’d like for part two. Rest + other guys under cut.
Kaeya: It’s a surprise that he hasn’t kissed you yet. You’ve been on several many dates, with many of them ending with the two of you cuddling as you are now. Your head on his shoulder, his ponytail loosened, and the buttons on his already open shirt barely fastened.
While he is very confident in himself, his confidence falters just before leaning in. Something about you is so very special, that a whole lot of pressure is added to this moment. He bites back the temptation to cough into his hand, and gathers his wits quietly. “Close your eyes for me?” he asks you in a fervent whisper. “That’s a good girl…”
His breath is hot and close, very very close to your mouth, but soon it is beat by the heat of his lips. His hands curl in your hair, and you mirror the action, and soon you feel his hair tie fall on your lap. While the kiss begins chastely, he is quick to open his mouth and seek to explore all that he has been curious about.
It is intoxicatingly sweet, and neither you nor he are satisfied by just the one, or two, not even several that are soon to follow.
Zhongli: It is an action that he had witnessed many couples do, very often. However, when it comes to enjoying the experience himself--it is a very foreign idea. Is it something to make an event out of? Or is it something that should be very casual, like when he says good night to you or asks you to dinner. To him time runs differently, and he doesn’t realize just how long he’s kept you waiting until you are the one to initiate.
Taking a stroll in the plains of Liyue, you decide the atmosphere is perfect. He’s humming, a rarity even for you, and you press your cheek against his chest to enjoy the rumbling in his chest. These small affections were hard to work towards, but he welcomes your affections with small smiles and caresses to your hair.
So it is only natural when you tug on his tie, to beckon him to bend lower. “Mr. Zhongli, I must request something.”
His eyebrows raise, though his eyes crinkle in a smile. “Such a formal request? Pray, tell.”
“How about we form a contract. I give you a wish. And in return I would like a kiss.”
His eyes widen, and you can see that he takes some time to process this. “But I am benefiting twice. Is this a fair contract?”
“Then shall we amend it?” You must satisfy the God of Contracts, after all.
“Mm no. Allow me to be greedy just this once?” He cocks his head to side, wearing an uncharacteristically mischievous grin. “My wish is simple. I shall tell you after I fulfill my end.” His smile widens, and for a moment, all you can hear is the beat of his heart as you’re intertwined. The hum of nature, the rustling of wind seems to silence as the two of you share this intimate moment. “For my wish,” he says, a little breathless. “I would like to ask for another.”
“I think that can be arranged.”
Xiao: It is incredibly awkward, but that is par for the course when it comes to this man. In fact, it is you who has to initiate it. Several times does he lean over, his eyes darting nervously, before he whips his head away with scarlet cheeks. His eyebrows are furrowed in consternation, and he glares at you as though it is all your doing.
The two of you are overlooking Liyue Harbor together, and you’ve whipped up a few bowls of his favorite Almond Tofu. There was nothing particularly special about the day. So you’re not sure why the Yaksha is so agitated.
“Stop looking at me like that,” he growls softly, no bite in his bark.
“Erm, alright?”
“Stop looking.”
You’re not even looking at him! Why can’t he be more direct? “...You want me to close my eyes?”
“Yes.”
He should have just said so. You comply, and he mutters something about you being too trusting. But you can’t register the comment, because with lightning speed he steals the quickest of kisses from you.
He mutters that he has to go get something, and is gone just as you open your eyes.
But you swear, that you spotted a smile.
Diluc: For a man who is terribly awkward at expressing emotions, he handles you as though he’s a well practiced lover. When it is time to part ways for the night, his hand does not let yours go just yet, and he pulls you in closely. Fireflies whizz quietly near you, as the vineyards rustle at the Dawn Winery. The atmosphere is perfect.
His forehead rests gently against yours, and you remember why he’s regarded as such a gentleman. His smile melts your heart all over again, and it is only natural that your lips come together. His fingertips dance across your cheeks, and even through his gloves you can feel the warmth of his touch. Though he isn’t one to express himself through words, his actions are enough to relay his affections.
It is long, tender, and sweet. He doesn’t push forward in this first meeting, his lips brushing over yours in soft caresses. It is when he pulls away that there is the smallest inkling of worry, about whether you’ve enjoyed it or wish to push him away altogether.
He receives his answer right away, as you pull him in by his tie--you weren’t finished just yet.
Albedo: “There is something new I wish to try.” He says this suddenly one day, while the two of you are shoulder to shoulder in a calm moment. He was sketching something on his pad, and you were reading an adventure novella from Liyue.
“An experiment?”
“Hmm...well more of an observation,” he says simply, and shows you his drawing. On it is another beautiful rendition of yourself, a portrait of graphite.
“You’ve been drawing me for a while now. I thought you’ve looked at me long enough.”
“That would be where you are mistaken.” Without a hint of shame, he cups your cheek in his hand, rubbing your bottom lip with his thumb. Although heat is rising rapidly in your face, his complexion is no different than usual. “I’ve yet to have my fill. And I’ve become even more curious, in fact.”
“About what?”
“Many things. There is something I’d like to try. May I?”
Is he asking what you think he is asking? You close your eyes just in case, and sure enough, his lips touch yours with hesitation. You can taste the cake the two of you had after lunch, and he smells of wood and graphite. “Mm…” he hums with satisfaction, and leans back to take another look at you. “I think my hypothesis was correct.”
“Y-your hypothesis?” you clear your throat and try to match his casual tone, amazed how he sounds like he’s right back to business again.
“That’s correct. And I’ve determined that I must try again. Do you consent?”
You looked away, feigning a coy act, before turning your gaze back to him. “I guess I can be your assistant again.”
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