Genshin

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Rating: General Audiences

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Category: F/M, Gen, M/M
Fandom: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
Relationship: Kaedehara Kazuha/Reader, Scaramouche (Genshin Impact)/Reader,
Kaedehara Kazuha & Reader, Kaedehara Kazuha & Kaedehara
Kazuha's Friend, Kaedehara Kazuha's Friend & Reader, Tartaglia |
Childe (Genshin Impact)/Reader
Character: Kaedehara Kazuha, Reader, Scaramouche (Genshin Impact),
Kaedehara Kazuha's Friend, Tartaglia | Childe (Genshin Impact)
Additional Tags: Angst, Possibly Unrequited Love, Implied Kazulumi, Fluff, Scaramouche
Being an Asshole (Genshin Impact), Love at First Sight
Stats: Published: 2021-11-14 Updated: 2021-12-26 Chapters: 6/? Words:
2547

Genshin
by asphxdel

Summary

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 Moonlight Sonata | Kazuha
Chapter Summary

You're not selfish enough to destroy someone's else's happiness for your own.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

It’s dark by the time you get back.

You slip silently into your and Kazuha’s shared room, shutting the door with a silent click behind
you. It’s been a long day, and all you can think of is your soft, comfortable bed, where you can
finally rest for a while. But before that-

You make your way over to Kazuha’s side of the room, preparing to straighten up his sheets and
organise his desk. It’s the least you could do for him, after all.

Your breath catches when you see Kazuha already fast asleep, moonlight illuminating his figure.
His eyes are fluttered shut, chest rising up and down with the steady rhythm of his breathing.

He looks ethereal, you think.

It would be so easy to lean over and whisper ‘I love you’ into his ear, a silent confession meant for
no one to hear -- but Kazuha’s always had keen senses, and there’s no doubt he’ll wake up.

You don’t care.

You take small, hesitant steps toward his bed, kneeling down beside him-

A memory flits through your mind: Lumine tucking a glaze lily behind Kazuha’s ear, face split
into a cheery grin at Kazuha’s gentle smile and flushed cheeks. They look so happy.

You can’t bring yourself to ruin that.

(You let him sleep.)

Chapter End Notes

if you've seen this elsewhere, dwdw it's the same person

 One day
Chapter Summary

Scaramouche will tell you one day.

It’s terrifying how soft Scaramouche is with you.

You’re the only one who can talk back to Scaramouche and get away with it, his other subordinates
watching in envy as he excuses your mistakes again and again. As much as Scaramouche wants to
lie to himself, the truth is glaringly obvious: he’s completely in love with you.

That’s the worst part, isn’t it?

He hates it -- hates how his heart skips a beat when you smile at him, and hates how he has to
resist the urge to smile back, because there’s nothing worse Scaramouche can think of than falling
in love. With one of his underlings, no less.

“My Lord, a penny for your thoughts?”

Scaramouche snaps out of his reverie to the sight of you, a coy smile playing on your lips as you
wait for an answer.

Reckless, he thinks. Any other person would be scared shitless before him.

“What I think about is none of your business,” he snaps irritatedly. “Get back to work.”

You sigh, amusement tinting your voice as you reply(again: reckless. anybody else would know
when to back off). “Is it wrong to ask my superior a simple question? And besides, my lord, I
finished all my tasks this morning.”

Scaramouche frowns. Of course you’d find some way to respond with just a hint of mockery, and
of course you’d be done with all your missions despite the heavy workload he purposely put on you
in hopes of distancing himself.

“That’s…” Scaramouche trails off, stuck between wanting to praise your efficiency and reprimand
you further. “Whatever. I don’t want you here.” An obvious lie he’s sure you can see through.

(You can.)

“Oh, I’m so sorry, then, my lord. I’ll be on my way now, sincerest apologies for wasting your time
with my foolish rambling.”

You rise from where you were seated, brushing off nonexistent dust as you prepare to leave. As
much as Scaramouche wants to snap at you for your (very obviously)sarcastic reply, he settles for
gritting his teeth and ignoring said sarcasm.

Wait, he wants to say. Don’t go.

Your fingers linger on the doorknob, glancing at him as if you’ve heard the words stuck in his
throat -- as if you want him to say something.
(He does.)

But Scaramouche is someone of selfishness and pride, and he can’t bear the thought of pleading
with someone for their presence.

(He stays silent.)

You disappear behind the door, shutting it with a silent click, and Scaramouche is left alone in his
office again.

Maybe one day, he’ll swallow his pride and tell you everything he’s wanted to say, but for now,
moments like this are enough.

Yes, he thinks. Maybe one day.

 Memory | Kazuha, Tomo
Chapter Summary

Good things never do last.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

It’s cold.

Your feet skim the grass from where you sit, legs dangling childishly as you swirl the liquid inside
your cup. You can almost imagine it now -- sunshine warming your skin, Kazuha’s and Tomo’s
laughter right beside you as you enjoy the scenery.

You let your eyes flutter shut.

“Hey, Kazuha, just one more-!”

Tomo chases after Kazuha, waving his cup indignantly, cheeks flushed a drunken red as Kazuha
shoots you a helpless look and denies him again. You've seen it happen countless times before;

“No, you’ve had far too much to drink already-”

Tomo’s lips tug into a pout.

“C’mon, ‘Zuha, please-”

“Ah, shut up, both of you.”

“[Name!]” Tomo exclaims, “please tell Kazuha to-”

“No, Tomo. Kazuha’s right,” you sigh exasperatedly, “you really have had far too much to drink.”
 “What about you, then?” Kazuha cuts in, a mischievous grin on his face. “You’re not drunk too,
are you?”

“Wh- I was on your side, you-!”

Kazuha laughs softly, face split into a gentle smile.

“I’m just teasing. I don’t think anyone could drink as much as this guy over here.”

“Hey, I’m still listening, you know…”

Your laughter fills the calm, peaceful atmosphere of Konda villa ge.

When you open your eyes once more, Kazuha and Tomo are no longer there.

You down the last bits of your sake in one swallow. It’s starting to warm, anyways.

You sigh.

Good things never do last.

Chapter End Notes

I originally wrote this at 3am, read over it and realized how bad it looked, and
modified it to,, flow better?? I don't know, but I really do not like how this turned
out(even after I made corrections) Anyways, thanks for reading!
 Never Again | Kazuha
Chapter Summary

It's not the first time Kazuha loses someone dear to him.

The scent of danger is high in the air as Kazuha weaves through the forest, the moon shining brtly
as his eyes dart around frantically.

A curse leaves the normally calm ronin’s lips when he finds himself at the same tree he passed just
a few minutes ago, and his heart sinks when the metallic smell of blood reaches his nose. Fatigue is
replaced with adrenaline, and Kazuha quickens his pace with increased fervor.

Kazuha runs intoigh a small clearing and he exhales shakily at the sight that greets him.

Your limp figure is slumped over a rock, blood staining everything around you a dark, sickening
crimson. Pained whimpers leave your lips as you attempt to stop the bleeding to no avail -- you’re
losing so much blood, and the wound in your abdomen is far too deep for you to do anything.

“N-no-”

Kazuha rushes to your side, tearing off his scarf without a second thought and wrapping it around
your waist in a makeshift bandage -- he can replace it, anyways. The most important thing right
now is you.

“K-Kazu-“

“Y-you’re- You’re going to be fine. You’ll be fine,” Kazuha repeats, not sure if he’s reassuring you
or himself. “You’ll be fine, I- I can take you to someone-”

“Kazuha,” you whisper weakly, eyes glossed over with tears, “no. I- won’t-”

“Nononono,” he mumbles, “no, no, don’t say that, you’re going to live. You’re going to live, just
hang on-”

Dread fills Kazuha when he feels your grip on his fingers grow weaker and weaker, breaths coming
in short, shallow inhales as you struggle to speak.

“Kazuha,” you breathe, “I love- you-”

“N-no, please, don’t- don’t leave me, please-”

The last bit of life fades from your eyes and he’s left holding an empty shell of the person he loves
most.

The night is quiet as Kazuha lets his composure shatter.

He had finally lost everything.

 Clear and Sunny | Childe
Chapter Summary

Let's keep going, just like this.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Childe first meets you on a cold, winter night.

You look like you’re on the brink of death, half unconscious and shivering involuntarily, cuts and
bruises littering your shaking figure, and Childe’s first instinct is to take you somewhere warm,
somewhere with a fire-

He catches his first proper glimpse of your face when he scoops you into his arms and oh, you
must be the prettiest person he’s ever met, even in your current state.

Childe doesn’t believe in love at first sight, but you make the best case for it he’s ever seen.

You’re still unconscious by the time he reaches his house.

Childe wastes no time in lighting a fire, gently settling you onto his couch before turning to the
hearth and striking a small spark, feeding more wood as it slowly grows, casting a pleasant warmth
throughout the room.

He tends to your wounds carefully, paying utmost attention in cleaning and wrapping bandages
around the scratches on your arms, the long slash along your thigh(from a sword, perhaps? from
where did you come?), the various cuts littering your face and neck — so focused that he almost
misses you waking up.

You stir sleepily, gazing around in confusion before panic sets in, and you sit up the best you can,
preparing to flee-

“It’s alright. I’m not here to hurt you.”

You freeze, distrust written all over your face.

“Who are you? Who sent you?”

“I’m Ajax. Nobody sent me,” he says, wincing as your frown deepens, “promise. I found you
passed out, and…I thought…”

You still eye him warily, but maybe some of your suspicion has ebbed away, because you relax
and sink further into his pillow.

“You didn’t have to.”

“I wasn’t about to let someone die in front of me,” he sighs, “where did you come from, anyways?”

“The less you know about me, the better,” you say, sitting up again and attempting to stand up.
“Thanks for your hospitality, I…should go.”

Childe isn’t sure what compels him to reach out and grab your wrist. Maybe it’s out of concern, of
awareness of the raging blizzard outside and your woefully thin clothing and some still-open
wounds, or maybe it’s because you’re so mysterious, so intriguing, and Childe can’t help but want
to know more about you.

“Wait,” he says softly, “stay. At least until the snow stops. Until the night is over.”

You hesitate, as if weighing your choices, but another glance at the window has you sitting back
down and murmuring a quiet ‘okay’, barely audible over the crackling fire.

Childe doesn’t know why, but something tells him you’re not being entirely truthful.

“Do- Do you want to go to sleep? I have a spare bedroom…”

“That would be great,” you whisper, a hint of a smile ghosting your lips,”thank you.”

Childe finds that he really, really likes the sound of your voice.

“Well, follow me…uh, can you walk?”

By the time he’s settled you into the guest room and returned to his own, he can't seem to take his
mind off you. The way your lips quirk up and your eyes seemingly twinkle when you smile, the
soft melody of your voice, the way everything blends together to form you -

(Perhaps it’s odd that he feels this way towards a complete stranger.)

(The last thing that registers in Childe’s mind before he drifts off to sleep is the echoing cry of a
fox somewhere in the distance, almost as if it was looking for something.)

(Maybe it is.)

Childe wakes to gentle tapping on his door.

“Um, Ajax? I don’t know if you’re awake…”

He can’t bring himself to be annoyed.

“Yeah, I’m awake, come on in…”

The doorknob twists to reveal your petite form, oversized sweater(seems like you found the clothes
he left in the closet) adding further to the illusion of how absolutely tiny you are.

“I just thought I’d, y’know, thank you again for everything you’ve done for me, and…” you trail
off uncertainly, eyes trained on the floor.
A sudden thought strikes Childe. You’re not gonna leave, are you?

“You say that like you’re gonna go.”

“I am. The blizzard has stopped, and the sun’s gonna be up soon.”

Childe glances at the window and realizes you’re right – only a few stray snowflakes are falling,
and though the sky is still dark, there’s a telltale lightness in the distance.

It’s selfish of him, but he wants you to stay.

“Stay,” he whispers, “just a while longer. Please?”

You shake your head sadly.

“I can’t. They’re still looking for me.”

“Who are ‘they’? Why are they looking for you?”

“I can’t tell you,” you sigh. “I have to go.”

For the second time tonight, he grabs your wrist, only this time, he pulls you closer, closer…

Suddenly, Childe’s hyperaware of the way your breath catches as you stare at him with wide eyes,
of the warmth of your body against his-

“A-Ajax?”

“Let me have something to remember you by?”

And suddenly you’re the one leaning in and pressing your lips against his, kiss soft and warm and
blissfully sweet, and the wish that you could stay increases tenfold as you break away, cheeks
flushed and an embarrassed grin on your face.

“Thank you. Truly,” you breathe, closing your eyes for just a second, as if savoring the moment.

“Can you give me your name?”

The question catches you off guard, and you pull away just a bit to meet Childe’s eyes.

“I’ve told you already,” you say, playing with the hem of his(your?) sweater, “the less you know
about me, the better.”

“Just your name,” Childe asks, unable to keep a note of pleading out of his voice. “Just your
name.”

You hesitate, before you’re leaning in again and murmuring your name against his mouth, pressing
another kiss against his lips before you break away and you’re out the door, shooting him one final
smile before you run down the stairs.

Childe watches you leave from his window, a strange feeling tearing at his chest as he watches you
disappearing into the darkness.

He stays at his window long after you’ve gone, until the sun starts to properly rise and the snow
starts to melt.

“The sunrise is beautiful,” Childe murmurs, “Are you watching it too?”

The next time he sees you, he no longer goes by Ajax.

Childe sits in his office, idly flipping through some Liyue magazine, busy chatter of the Northland
 bank a noise he’s grown used to. He glances at his clock and frowns; is it really time to get back to
work already?

He sighs and turns his attention to the stack of paperwork before him.

Ruisheng Qi, a loan of 600,000 mora to start his business, paid back over the course of six months
…huh, so the guy finally made up his mind, Childe thinks, absentmindedly signing approval on the
form. He picks up the next one, and-

Your name and your face printed neatly along the words personal expenses, 200,000 mora, paid
back over the course of 10 months -

His eyes scan over the paper, zeroing in on your address, and wastes no time in walking out of the
bank, hope increasing with every step-

(Maybe he will see you again, after all.)

Chapter End Notes

I am so sorry for disappearing for an entire month,, have an actual, complete fic to
compensate :D

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