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genshin men + first kiss ★ pt. 2

ft. kazuha, xiao, scaramouche

✽ kazuha’s gaze lingers over your lips long enough for anybody else to get the hint—anybody but you, of course. but how could you? when you’re unable to stay still, even under the warm beach sun, as soon as he smiles at you. seasickness has never haunted you as much as lovesickness has. yes, you want to hold him and yes, you can’t return his gaze for longer than two seconds. love is hard for travelers without destinations. and love is hard for you, who can’t see beyond his words, at the gaping meaning: i like you. in more ways than one. you were never a poet to begin with. so you cast aside these feelings overboard and into the sea, leaving kazuha sighing more often than beidou has patience for. and that means, she’s decided to leave the two of you stranded on an island off the coast of liyue (‘an easy little comission’, she dubs) till you can figure your feelings out, or get eaten by mitachurls. tough love makes the crux go around.

“i’ve cleared the camps on the right,” kazuha notifies, sheathing his sword.

“i-i’ve done my part on the left,” you respond right away, taking a gulp of air.

under the light breeze of summer, you’re tugged even more towards the man at the base of the rock you sit upon.

“woah, careful!” he exclaims, holding you right in time before you trip off the rock and onto the sand.

“th-thanks,” you mutter.

and even under the light breeze of summer, the air is heavy with your repressed emotions. you can thank kazuha’s steady hand on your back for catalyzing the flow of blood to your face.

“will you... let go?” you look away quickly, retracting your hand.

“oh! i’m sorry.” he quickly removes his hand from your body and you almost regret it. there must be better ways to rid of this awkwardness. you’ve been friends for far too long to experience it, and it’s only started intruding after you realized your feelings.

the sound of waves crashing against the beach laces his sigh.

“(name), i’m not quite sure how much longer i can keep at this.”

“huh? what do you mean?”

“i have professed my love, have i not?”

“you-...you’ve what now?”

kazuha furrows his brows before a short, melodic laughs leaves his lips. it eases your heart the way same as the waves do. you look at him in anticipation, the bubbles in your stomach contained as they wait for a moment to pop.

“ah,” he sighs, still smiling, “i don’t know if this is the right time then.”

“what, standing in between two hilichurl camps?”

“yes, there’s that. but the view of the sea is still grand, wouldn’t you say so?”

kazuha has his autumn eyes on you, unwavering till they fixate on your lips. no sea song remains on his, no poem, no cryptic words of affection—only their feather touch against yours and sigh so soft it can’t be heard over the ocean.

you gasp, the sensation only a moment long and he pulls away.

“sorry,” he chuckles. “you looked beautiful. i couldn’t possibly describe it in sea melodies any longer—“

“please shut up and kiss me again,” you huff, blood rushing to your ears. “i can’t stand a single word of yours, not when i can’t ever get what you mean.”

kazuha blinks at your interruption, before covering his mouth with his palm to keep himself from laughing. before you can feel dismayed, he takes a step closer and you, one back against the rock.

he smiles, his palm against your cheek and your heart in your throat before you can protest. you did request it.

“if it is meaning you want, i shall give you plenty.”

and with that, his oh-so-precious lips are on yours again.

✽ xiao isn’t too familiar with the mundane customs of human life, most of human behavior bizarre to him. what’s most bizarre, however, is how often you ask to kiss him. he turns it down, the thought outrageous, even though he himself pledged his heart and soul to you. he can call you his lover in private, when the word is just a whisper leaving his lips to grace only your ears. unfortunately, it will take time for him to understand the gesture of pressing his lips to yours, no matter how soft they look. and though cheeky in your attempts to sneak in kisses, you wait patiently for him to warm up to the idea. but it is rather exhausting, and combined with your busy work schedule for the week, you find yourself dozing off on xiao’s shoulder in your little liyue bedroom with not a single kiss stolen. you were too tired to tease him today.

“is this truly comfortable?” xiao asks quietly. “you’re so strange, (name).”

you grumble, snuggling closer to him to wrap your arms around him. while innocent, xiao did not expect you to pull him into bed with you. he holds his breath as you get comfortable, your arm dangling over his waist lazily and your cheek resting against his shoulder. he peers down, the sight of you so relaxed making him release his breath in a softened sigh.

well, what does he know? it must be comfortable even if it’s him you’re clinging to—with his curses and blemishes, his blood-soaked clothes and war-stained hands. you caress his skin without a care, and wherever you draw your touch, it’s like you purify him bit by bit.

“you’re so bright,” he mumbles.

when he looks back at you, you’re blissfully asleep. he reaches for the pillow near the edge, placing it below your head while he carefully removes his arm. oh, how he swore he wouldn’t fall in love.

bending down, he brushes his lips against your forehead. this is the gesture, is it not? he’s seen people in love do it. it’s endearing how peaceful you can be when you sleep, while also getting on every single nerve of his awake.

“good night, (name),” he whispers.

before he can fully rise, however, you peck his lips, the action effectively stunning him into paralysis.

“gotcha!”

you grin, though sleepy. when he doesn’t move, however, you grow worried.

“xiao? sorry if that was sudden. i didn’t mean to—hmpf!”

his lips are pressed against yours with much more pressure than you anticipated and it takes a while to ease into the kiss. he sighs when he pulls back, face glowing crimson under the faint moonlight.

“so... does that mean you liked it?”

“…no.”

✽ scaramouche is stiff and awkward with you around. it would be practically impossible to tell apart his feelings if you weren’t so good at reading them. you encourage him with little nudges and smiles, enough to elicit an eye roll or a riled up complaint. you do enjoy seeing him that way but you often wish you could see him a tad gentler. after all, you do believe there is something gentle at the core of the storm that plagues him. despite his constant threats and warnings, his gaze often flickers to your lips till he’s annoyed himself with the idea of them. you’re sure you can call each other friends now, even though he’s nothing but prickly. but you have faith in his engineered heart, a heart working beyond its creator’s understanding, a magnum opus. and nothing will ever come so close to his heart as you do, even if he can’t admit it. emotions are weaknesses and you, his biggest flaw.

“don’t be stupid,” scaramouche snarls. “it’s a suicide mission for the likes of you.”

“ah. are you afraid you’ll lose me?” you giggle. the rest of the fatui do admire how calm you can be around him. you just think it requires a bit of patience, patience you’re willing to give to him.

“you’re disgusting,” he huffs. “stop assuming things and—”

“you want to kiss me so bad, it makes you look stupid.” a teasing grin has plastered itself onto your face, so insufferable you’re sure he’ll tear you apart any moment.

there’s a moment of silence, the fallen snow a quiet audience and you think you’ve finally done it. you’ve short circuited the puppet’s wiring and he can finally be better off without it.

“oh dear, have i finally shut you—“

you feel lips against yours, and an arm around your waist with a hand supporting the back of your neck. this was the last thing you expected, your heart firing up rapidly till you can return the kiss.

he pulls away, unable to meet your eyes. you can see, however, how red his skin is all the way down to his neck.

“you’re beautiful,” you say, a soft smile playing on your lips.

he returns a glare. “why do you say that?”

“your feelings are beautiful.”

he breathes in sharply, clearly annoyed. “i fucking hate you.”

“i don’t mind. i like how you express your feelings. it’s very human.”

“how dare you?” he hisses, “you know the truth, and yet you still call them beautiful? the very reason i was discarded?”

“yes,” you whisper, stepping in even closer. “weaknesses are what make people strive to be stronger. you’re more human than you realize.”

“you’re pissing me off,” he seethes, grabbing you by the shoulders. “stop calling me human.”

“it’s no so bad,” you hum. “for example… isn’t this feeling quite nice?”

you lean forward and place your mouth over his, the gesture immediately relaxing his muscles. he will never admit it, but you hold him in a grasp tighter than he shows.

when you pull back again, there is a kind of sorrow in his eyes, sorrow not humanly possible to describe.

“will you stay with me, then?” his tone is finally gentle. “or will you abandon me like the rest?”

“only death will keep me from you, my dear,” you giggle.

“then teyvat will burn before i let you die.”

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