This Is How Your Screen Will Look Like When You Pull For Kazuha. Reblog To Manifest Him In 1.6

dreamlit-futures

3 years ago

Just Kazuha... Kazuha Wanters shall become Kazuha Havers!

Mondstadt

Where will the winds guide you this time, traveler?

Albedo

An experimental kiss

Liyue

Perhaps you will find someone amongst the trade and business of Liyue?

Xiao

Distasteful Thoughts

Inazuma

Or in the shadow of lightning and dominance?

Kaedehara Kazuha

Waiting

Underneath the Moonlight

Kamisato Ayato

Destined for you?

The Unseen Stars of Constellations

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dreamlit-futures

3 years ago

it’s 4 am and i have class later 😔

he doesn’t work at the library but likes to sit there and bask in the peace from time to time. the rowdiness of the group he found himself accepted into was a nice change from his previous social life but even he needed a break. but you don’t know this. he’s just a mysterious fellow who peaks your interest.

sometimes you can catch him sitting near certain aisles nearby looking at books that were either, on purpose or not, on the top shelf or in a tall pile next to him. he jumps to get a few of them until the librarian came by to offer him a small ladder because, despite him being pretty quiet on his feet, she couldn’t ignore the rustle of clothes or view him moving about.

sometimes this woman comes in to ask him about something, her tall stature making him look smaller than he actually is but her presence is more inviting than intimidating with the proud look on her face. he smiles sometimes when they talk but she leaves him to his devices in the quiet sanctum.

one day he sits at the very edge of your table. you look around to see other empty ones to which he could have more space but he doesn’t seem to have made a mistake of choosing this spot. he makes quick work of laying out his books for the day, poetry and history this time though you don’t know exactly from who or when, and looks up to meet your gaze. you feel embarrassed to have been caught staring at him but he only gives you a kind smile in return.

the days go on like that.

—

but you don’t know him. not yet at least.

he doesn’t know you, but he’s seen you before. in between classes amidst the passionate faces of your friends as they engage in a seemingly heated debate about miniscule things, your own is clear cut. more mellow than those about but equally interested all the same. but you come to this place on your own most times to study or simply relax.

sometimes he finds you in some aisles going through extra textbooks or practice books for your subjects with a permanent look of annoyance on your features. your eyes scan for minutes on end for that one cover because who wants to pay for things only to be used once that you’ll forget about after exams? you certainly don’t. but then again, it would be too good to be true to find it in the library.

sometimes a friend comes in excitedly to talk to you. you indulge his, he knew the name of this certain twin-braid student, poorly whispered words before he’s dragged out by the quiet one you are also friendly with and they disappear to leave you at peace. he sees the fond look you gives after them and a shake of your head at his antics before continuing your quiet time.

one day he finds you sitting alone and a sudden urge to take the corner seat of your table calls to him. call it a sign or whatever his books tell him and he takes the opportunity. he can’t necessarily look at you right away so he hides his eagerness and sets out his books. when he gives and looks up he’s seeing your surprised face all he can do is smile.

—

you think he’s charming as he studies. he doesn’t wear any sort of glasses or anything but he does keep a pencil either rested on top of his ear or in his hand tapping against his lip as he concentrates.

but you try to stop yourself from staring. it’s rude and downright creepy and you don’t want to be dubbed as that type of person to a cute guy.

cute? yes, he was cute.

—

he thought the same about you. cute. that’s why he takes the leap and flicks a paper over to your side of the table, folded up as neatly as he could with words written inside.

Now a peaceful time

Quiet and stagnant are we

Finally to rest

you raise an eyebrow in response and mouth back, “a haiku?” he nods at your quick discerning and asks: “how is it?” with your given location and how neither of you are even going above a light whisper, you mirror his nod.

“fitting.”

and your interactions stay just like that for a while. you show up at the library at the same time and take a seat at the same table. sometimes he passes little papers to you with more haikus, usually capturing the feeling you both are kept in while in quiet. sometimes they’re for jokes to untense your shoulders after hours of reading.

this is how you get to know him but you want to return the favor. so you make some of your own and the look of surprise on his face when he receives a flicked paper is priceless. he’s happy about it, too.

now, you could say that you talk outside of the library and get to know each other there. but the mystery and comfort in doing as you do now is what you both stick with. and there isn’t a problem about it.

days turn into weeks and weeks into months until the bright sun and heat from the outside morphs into falling snow and chilly wind. you know each other enough to be just past acquaintances but not enough to be really called, friends? you weren’t sure.

but he still flicks a paper towards you and instinctively you open it.

This moment is safe

Peering eyes do so wander

There maybe a chance

it may be that you’re so used to his writing but the message in this one feels a little different than the others.

—

he can see your confusion and he stiffens. was it too obvious? this was supposed to be the build-up upon the countless messages he’s shown you and now he’s doubting himself.

getting to know you this way was fun and frankly very relaxing. quiet, limited talking, and basking in each other’s presence really solidified what he was feeling. truly. but he’s about to say “jk” until you smile. it’s a nice view.

so he basks in it.

—

was it something you did? or said? sorry, wrote?

he doesn’t flick anymore papers to you and it could be because finals are slowly approaching and the books on his side are less about shakespeare and more about the fundamentals of calculus. he hates math, you know this from the papers he.

you realize now that you’ve never sent him one first and now might be a good time to do so but how? sure you’ve sent him haikus but they were, per say, not very good. well, it did take you ten minutes to realize what exactly syllables were until you knew what it was the whole time but couldn’t remember what it was called.

so you just stay still and write nothing. for now, you think back on his last message.

—

two days. was two days enough to let you process that?

kazuha looks to the side from time to time to see what you’re doing as he fiddles with a paper he’s been meaning to send to you. you look up in feelings someone’s gaze on you, don’t know it’s really just a feeling, and catch him staring. an endearing flush comes about your face and he flicks the paper.

—

you open it and your heart drops. a feeling in your chest you weren’t aware of is crumbling apart.

“there’s this person i like and i was wondering if you think they’d like this”

underneath is another haiku.

Soft lights from outside

Gathering in your presence

A beautiful view

your response is you desperately hiding your feelings. and you nod with a soft smile. he untenses and closes his eyes, grinning.

damn it. you really like him.

—

the next day you leave at the same time which is weird. mostly because despite knowing each other for months on the exchange of paper, you never leave the library together. usually one of your friends comes to sweep you away and he stays an extra hour or two or vice versa. heck, you don’t even show up at the same hour. you just kind of find each other not knowing when the other arrived or if they had always been there.

now it’s awkward because you’re standing close to one another and can talk without the scolding of being loud, not that you ever were inside.

he heaves a sigh and digs into his pocket to pull out a pen and small paper. you give a look of confusion but allow him to finish. you really wanted to say something.

but the final note is here and with no table to slide it over to you he comes up with a last minute plan. reach over to you, he lightly flicks your forehead.

you jump and stare at him with wide eyes as he presents you with a neatly folded note in his hand for you to take.

unfolding it gingerly, you read:

Seeing you outside

A better view than before

Now it is all clear

it takes a while to put two and two together but he does it for you.

“so you never answered my question a few days ago,” his voice is calm and smooth, “did you like that haiku?”

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dreamlit-futures

3 years ago

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Hi, I'm just a random person who impulsively decided to become a writer on tumblr. I also take requests (I need to do something lol), however I'm not the best at writing so criticism and feedback is always welcome!

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DNI/BYF

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dreamlit-futures

3 years ago

An Experimental Kiss

Warnings: Slight description of injuries, OOC?

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Albedo x Reader

Note: This was pretty rushed as I wanted to offer something in hopes of getting Albedo, but procrastinated until 2 days before his banner :)

Thank you so much for 115 notes!

Albedo loved you. And he knew you loved him too. ‘I love you’ was your parting message every time one of you left for work, and a fond farewell as you departed into the land of dreams.

You had been in a relationship with Albedo for only 3 months now. But still, he found it strange that no physical affection had been initiated - minus random hugs and holding hands sometimes. Of course, he was fine with you not being comfortable with too much physical affection - but the books Lisa had dumped into his arms one day had stated that the usual relationship had by now become ‘lovey-dovey’, or whatever that meant. Needless to say he was rather confused. Was he meant to initiate it first? When should he start?

He sighed. ‘Relationships are rather complicated, after all…’ he thought to himself.

‘Maybe I’ll just wait for them to come home.’

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Albedo waited anxiously for you to arrive. He had already planned ahead, thinking of all problems that may occur and their solutions - every possibility.

He wasn't ready.

His heart was beating in erratic rhythms. It was irrational, he was prepared, right?

He heard the sound of a key slowly being turned in a lock. His heart was beating wildly now, and a new wave of nervousness overcame him.

The door creaked and opened slowly.

He could hear a sigh escape you as you trudge along the corridor of your home.

He stepped out into the hallway silently, surprising you as you stumbled back.

"Albedo! You scared me half to death! When did you get here?"

Albedo began to speak but then noticed that you had blood running down the side of your forehead, and grazes on your knees and elbows.

He wordlessly rushed you to your kitchen and grabbed the medical kit from a cupboard.

“Lie down. And don’t touch your forehead,” he commanded, putting a few chairs together. You obeyed quietly, removing your hand and moving to sit down on a chair.

“Albedo, I’m fine! Besides, what are you doing here? I thought you were up on Dragonspine doing your research. Why are you here?” He took some gauze and cloth out of the kit.

“That’s not important right now,” He said. “Just stay still.”

He pressed the cloth to your forehead firmly, applying as much pressure as possible. A few minutes passed in silence. Then a few more. The silence was awkward, and he drifted off.. Albedo was so lost in thought that he almost didn’t hear you saying,

“Hey, I think it’s done now.”

Albedo removed the cloth, taking a quick glance at your forehead to check. Deeming it acceptable, he set the cloth aside and rummaged through the medical kit to treat your grazes. He turned around, only to find that you had fallen asleep.

Albedo shook you gently, then sighed as you only continued to sleep more.

‘They look so… peaceful like this,’

Albedo stared for a while, almost confused as to why he felt this way. How he felt like closing the distance between you, touching your face, skin soft beneath his finger. Like bending down slowly to give a soft and gentle-

Wait.

Oh no

‘It seems that upon seeing their injuries, I got distracted from the kiss.’ He glanced at your sleeping face. ‘It doesn’t matter right now. All that matters is that they’re safe.

Still, the urge was present, and Albedo couldn’t take it.

“I hope that they’ll forgive me after this.”

He pressed his lips to yours.

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The Gentle Snowfall: Xīngxuě

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dreamlit-futures

3 years ago

Distasteful Thoughts

This is just a tiny drabble I just had the idea today.

Warnings: Yandere thoughts, mention of kidnapping (nothing ever happens like that), OOC character?

Genre: None in particular

Notes: I may come back to edit this. Feedback is appreciated!

Xiao held nothing but the deepest of love for you, but that love could always manifest into something darker...

-

Xiao was happy. He knew it.

He knew why. Ever since you had come into his life, he had felt... lighter. An odd feeling, an unwelcome one, he would have said before. But now, this feeling was pleasant.

You, who was carefree, coming up to the balcony without a second thought even though he knew you were aware of who resided there. You, who was so kind, bringing joy to everyone around you, no matter how stubborn they were. You, who was too heroic, roaming into the land of the Adepti without a second thought to help someone you didn't know, not under a contract nonetheless. You were all things he was not, yet...

He felt better when you came to visit him, laughing and smiling with delight. It was like how those mortals thrived off the sun, basking in it's overpowering heat. He felt... energized when you held his hand, bending down to kiss his knuckles, all the while looking up at him and smiling that irritating yet endearing smile of yours. He felt refreshed when you held him so close, silence shrouding the two of you. He felt comfort when you were there for him through his karmic debt, whispering quietly while he felt the weight of his sins crushing him, bit by bit.

But now, more than ever, he wanted you. He needed you. He needed that familiar comfort around him. He needed to feel your gentle touches stroke his skin. He needed those moments of bliss. He needed your kindness covering him like a veil. He needed to keep you safe from anyone who would dare to try cause you harm. He needed to have you so you could be his sun and nobody else's. HE NEEDED-

No.

He wanted.

He wanted all of those things.

He was being so selfish, so greedy, for thinking this way. And besides-

You would've been unhappy.

He doesn't want that. So he leaves those distasteful thoughts behind, where they should be.