#kazuha fic

[dand-elle-ion]

Genshin + When you get injured

With: Kazuha

Words: 2,5k

Warnings: Blood, description of fight

Genre: Angst, fluff and comfort

Xiao ver. I Albedo ver. I Scaramouche ver.

“Could. You. Stay. Still! For! A! Second! Please!!”

Oh, how you hate fighting against Kairagi. What once used to be noble samurai are now nothing but bandits with cruel combat skills and alarming height, not afraid to use brutal force on their opponents.

You’re thankful it’s not raining yet at least, otherwise you’d get in deeper shit than you already are, considering their use of electro powers.

Usually, you prefer fighting with your bow but with their agility and the annoying habit of coming WAY TOO close to your face, your sword has proven to be the safer option. And though you keep on dodging, defending, and attacking, the Samurai keeps moving too fast and too close to finish this quickly enough.

“How are you holding up there, dove?” you hear Kazuha shout at some distance, fighting the counterpart of “your” samurai.

“Kind of fed up already with these guys!” you shout back, panting a little. “What about you?”

Yes, he is the reason you want to continue your journey as fast as possible. The whole day Kazuha has been showing you around his favourites spots in Inazuma, now that the Sakoku Decree is over and he’s no longer a wanted criminal. He’s returned to his former home and though his magical way with words had always provided you with stunning visualizations of Inazuma, it is obviously far more fascinating to see it for yourself.

Until unfortunately these very kind guys came around and threw a wrench in the works. But at least they were kind enough to wait until the evening, when the both of you had already been on your way back to the crux.

The sudden movement of the samurai dashing towards you forces you immediately back to the present and to concentration. No use blocking his attack, but enough time to dodge it. When you quickly move around, sword steady in your hands you realise that the Samurai’s movements appear kind of… sloppy. He must get slowly weaker.

Wonderful.

But you still continue to constantly move around to not get sliced up by his sword, steady position, dodging, attacking, defending. Damn, this is slowly but surely making you exhausted as well.

It is then that you realise you must have missed Kazuha answering your question some moments ago. Had you been too focused or has…

A quick glance back is all it needed for your already racing heart to double its speed.

Though Kazuha still appears to be perfectly fine, quite exhausted but fine, it is the third Samurai that has appeared behind him all of a sudden, that makes you terror-stricken. But Kazuha doesn’t notice anything, there’s no way he could-

A rush of adrenaline, a swift but hard enough hit and your own opponent is stumbling back a few feet, giving you the opportunity to summon your bow, aim and shoot towards Kazuha’s aggressor; All within a few mere seconds before you whirl immediately back around, only to be met with a sword striking right towards your head.

Unfortunately, you don’t get the time to switch back to your sword, so you only barely manage to soften the hit with the bow still in your hands. Grunting you pull all the energy you have left into pushing the Samurai’s sword away from you, pushing against his own strength, electro energy sparkling against your cracking bow. And for the first time you are able to see the face of the Kairagi, more precisely his dark eyes that seem to be filled with an utter void, swallowing every bit of light.

Are they even human?

The thought crosses your mind just when the pressure suddenly stops. Surprised, you stumble a few feet forward, barely preventing yourself from falling down. But your opponent doesn’t give you time to breathe. He swings once more, this time apparently putting all his remaining energy into it. His sword vibrant with electro energy.

Maybe it had been the archons above, maybe it had been because of the Samurai’s already weaken state, or maybe just because of pure luck, but somehow you manage to barely miss the deadly hit, swerve around and in one last movement summon your sword and pierce it straight through the uncovered spot between his armour on the back.

A supressed grunt. The clanking sound of his sword landing on the ground. And the Samurai is on his knees, falling over. Then… nothing.

Panting and gasping for air you lift your eyes from the defeated Samurai before looking around for Kazuha. He too, has already taken care of his opponent. The second one laying moveless on the ground behind him, an arrow sticking out of his body, well, or rather out of his head.

As soon as Kazuha is next to you his hands are already cupping your face, checking for any injuries or wounds. “Are you alright?”

You lift your still shaky fingers to a mean scratch on his forehead, carefully wiping some blood away. “I am fine, but you might need some treatment here, love,” you mumble, furrowing your eyebrows. Kazuha smiles softly, pressing a kiss on top of your hand to calm it down. “This is nothing to worry about. We should be soon in Ritou anyway.” He winks, letting go of your hand and takes some steps towards the defeated Samurai.

Kazuha hums, regarding him with a pitiful gaze. “It’s quite tragic. Their destiny I mean. Humans fallen prey to the darkness.”

You are staying some feet away, giving him some space. Your adrenaline is slowly calming down and with it the tiredness from a whole day of wandering around returns. Though, with the adrenaline vanishing you also suddenly notice a painful throbbing in your side. Perplexed you reach your hand underneath your jacket to touch it up, and when you pull your hand back it’s wet and very bloody.

Uh.

Uh, damn.

It must have happened after you shot Kazuha’s opponent. Guess, you haven’t been that lucky enough to escape your own opponent’s last swing.

“Darling, are you alright?” Kazuha returns back to you, and you quickly hide your injuries with your jacket, thank god it’s colours are dark enough to not notice any blood. “You’re a little pale, dove, we should keep moving. Ritou and the crux is right around the corner.”

Because you know that he would blame himself like he always does, for not being able to protect you enough, for distracting you, for not being fast enough, you keep quiet, planning to go to the healer on the crux and keep things on the low. A small wound should not destroy Kazuha’s good spirits today.

So, you simply nod and take his outstretched hand in yours, bringing your travels to an end.

The whole way down to Ritou you swallow down the growing pain, hide you grimaces and keep tightening your jacket, afraid that anything will tell on you. Meanwhile Kazuha reminisces some of his childhood memories, telling you about games he used to play with his friends in the field you pass, or the river he fell once into and only got out with Tomo’s help.

While you are listening to him, it’s more his voice that you hear, but the more time passes the harder it gets to focus on the meaning behind his words, to fully grasp what he is laughing about and process what he is explaining.

It doesn’t take too long until the small port-town gets in sight. That is also the moment when Kazuha notices that something is wrong. Sweat is glistening on your face, that has gotten even paler; Concerned he reaches forward and places a hand on your forehead. “Y/N, do you have a fever? You’re glowing!”

You can’t help but let out a somewhat dazed chuckle. “Thank you.” Immediately you regret your actions, the laugh causing some hell of pain down your abdomen, turning your smile more into a grimace.

“Y/N.” Kazuhas eyes narrow. “Where?”

“Where what?” You ask, playing dumb, ignoring the stern look on his face. Meanwhile the dizzy feeling keeps growing, black spits start to consume your sight until you blink a few times, and they vanish again.

“Where are you hurt?” you hear him ask, concerned, maybe even slightly panicked. But it sounds so far away, like you are merely dreaming.

“’m fine,” you mumble; Next thing you know your knees weaken out of a sudden and you reach for Kazuha’s shoulder, leaning on it for support. “Must be getting sick or something…”

Gently Kazuha wraps his hands around your waist to steady you, but when he notices your blood on his own hand, he freezes. He goes into complete shutdown and for a moment he can’t do anything but stare at the blood.

Then, utter terror overtakes him, and one single thought crosses his mind:

Not again.

You are in his arms immediately. One hand beneath your knees, the other holding you tightly around your shoulder, careful not to press you too close to him, to not injure you any further

“I’ve got you,” he whispers softly. “It’s gonna be okay. You’re going to be okay.”

---

For some obnoxious moments you lose yourself in a bundle of sounds, voices, and delusions. Your limbs are shaking in a cold sweat and the biting smell of naked metal makes you feel even sicker. Every breath you take gets more rapid and shaken because is suddenly hurts so much to breathe, like millions of needles piercing rapidly into your lungs again and again.

It’s Kazuhas voice that clears your mind a bit. “I know this hurts, dove, but you have to stay awake, alright?”

You blink a few times, trying to keep your eyes focused on him. “How bad is it?” you mumble.

He glances down to you, forcing a comforting smile. “Don’t worry, everything’s fine, alright? It’s okay.”

Yeah. You are in deep shit.

Seems like the injury has indeed been more serious than you could handle alone, than you’d estimated.

You see Kazuha’s lips forming words, but their sounds don’t make any sense to you anymore. “I’m fine, Kazu…” you keep murmuring along, not even sure at this point if you’re not only saying it in your mind. But you force yourself to stay awake, to net let the darkness cloud your eyes completely. So, soon the only thing you could concentrate on, is the feeling of Kazuha’s fingers around your shoulder and his ruby eyes, that are constantly switching down to yours.

Such pretty eyes…

--

The words “please, not again, not again.” had never been repeated in his head so much.

Kazuha can’t remember to ever be running as fast as he is now. He has never been more grateful for his anemo vision, boosting his speed.

The whole way to Ritou he keeps his eyes on the path, your eyes, but mostly on your vision. As long as it’s glowing, as long as the colour stays there, he has time.

It feels like ages when he’s finally entering Beidou’s ship, frantically searching for her. It is her that finds him first, her cheery demeanor turning immediately into the one of the conscientious Captain that she is, staying calm and gathering everyone and everything that will be needed, despise her personal concern for you.

---

The next moments could have been hours, maybe only minutes – there is no way to tell for you. At first you remember Kazuha helping you ease you out of your clothing, wincing right along with you.

The whole time it’s a delirious whirl containing muffled voice, panicked and calm ones, some soothing ones you couldn’t order in. This horrific smell everywhere and then this pain – like someone is burning your skin alive.

And you don’t know how you manage to stay awake - half awake at least - but the whole time you hold on to his hand, like your life depends on it.

Maybe it does.

---

Night has fallen when your vision and your consciousness start to clear again. You blink a few times, until your eyes can focus again, until the ringing in your ears stopped.

You recognize the familiar feeling of being inside a ship, then you also recognize the room you are laying in, the medical room.

The only light is coming from a single lamp on the table, illuminating its warm colours on Kazuha’s calm face. The cut on his forehead has been treated and is now merely a fine red line. He is sitting on a chair right next to your bed; eyes closed, one arm laying relaxed across his waist, the other is still holding yours. His thumb softly stroking across your skin.

When his eyes open, they right away meet yours, his gaze softening but he remains quiet.

Moments of silence pass.

Until you can’t bear it anymore. “Kazu-“

“Don’t,” he interrupts. “Don’t say anything.”

Your mouth falls shut again.

Again, moments of silence pass in which you just stare at each other. Your heartbeat rises.

“That was pretty dumb and reckless of you.” He states, his jaw tightening. “I hope you are aware of that, Y/N.”

“I am,” you whisper.

It was unfamiliar seeing Kazuha like that. So distanced, nearly cold. But you understand the reasoning behind that and can’t really blame him either.

“Do you even care about yourself?” he continues. “You could have died. So easily.” His voice cracks a little at the end. He stops, blinks, gathers himself for a moment.

Meanwhile you are starting to drown in your own guilty feelings of remorse. How you forced him once again to see the life of someone he holds dear slipping away, right in front of his eyes.

“We’re on the same team, Y/N, why would you hide such things from me? When were you even going to tell me?”

You don’t answer.

“You didn’t plan to.” Kazuha nods and looks away, pressing his lips together. “I see.”

Various emotions are swirling in his eyes. Sadness, anger, disappointment…guilt.

When he turns his head back to you, you notice some glistening in his eyes. “You don’t have to be strong all the time, especially not when I’m around.”

Now tears are welling up in your eyes, too. “I’m so incredibly sorry,” you whisper. “I didn’t think it would be that bad.”

Ignoring the burning feeling somewhere down your torso, you straighten your upper body slightly. Kazuha quickly moves to gently help you sit up and lean back against the pillows, he then proceeds to observe you with this tender gaze of his that never fails to make your heart skip a few beats.

His fingertips tracing lightly over your forehead, your cheeks, neck and down to your shoulders. “I thought I lost you, dove.” He inches forwards a little, enough to lean his forehead against yours. “Please promise me you won’t do that again…”

You close your eyes, lips brushing gently over his own. “I promise.”

Kazuha leans in, kissing you with the utmost gentleness and relief. “I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass.”

He feels you smile into the kiss, softly uttering an “I love you” back.

Apologies if it seems kinda rushed, I have a rough week behind me but wanted to write something nevertheless!

So, thank you for reading! :) Comments and reblogs are appreciated <3

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[elixrr]

Kazuha x Reader Drabble.

He held you gently, strong arms wrapped around your figure as he whispered soothing words with his soothing voice. Even through tonight's tears, you were tempted to smile.

Kazuha is a trained samurai, skilled in both wisdom, words, and strength. He can fight; he could end a battle as swiftly as he could enter it, but he is still gentle. His hands are rough and firm, but they hold you close and lovingly, his delicate caress almost made to soothe you.

In his embrace, you caught several wafts of several scents. He smells like the breeze of a cool autumn day, but he also carries the scent of the sun— often stronger as he lays and naps on rocks out in the break of the noon sunlight.

Everything was soothing; everything about him was just so gentle on you.

But what caught you was his velvety eyes, crimson and red, much like the blood he has seen of many, but they hold no ill will towards you. You know this well, but you also know that they hold no ill will at all. He lives a life of his own, and he has no means of corrupting or intervening with the peace in the lives of others— and that includes yours.

You look straight into his eyes through your blurry, teary own. Your cries have slowed. They have halted. He sparkles with a smile shot towards and for you, and he whispers yet again into your ear sweet nothings and sweet everythings.

Tonight, you felt alone. Tonight, you felt like the world was much too harsh, always calloused, and always cruel. But tonight, you also realized that you are not alone, that Kazuha was and is there. Tonight, you remembered that even if the world is rude, even if the world is rough,

Kazuha will always be your gentle sweetheart.

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[yuenieve]

sweet lovin’ ft. kaedehara kazuha

featuring kaedehara kazuha x fem!reader

content warning: good love making, massages, fingering, PRAISE, pet names, unprotected sex, love bites, just sweet and gentle sex tbh.

inspired by me exercising for once and coming back sore af

[ nsfw under the cut — mdni ]

“Ah! Kazuha, it hurts…”

He grimaced, “I’m sorry, my love.”

You spent the entire day in bed, feeling incredibly sore in your thighs and calves. You clearly over exerted yourself, the unforgiving pain biting your muscles in retaliation.

Kazuha, being the ever doting lover that he is, took it upon himself to make you feel better. He couldn’t stand the sight of you in plain discomfort, it ached his heart too much. Then he thought, what better than a relaxing massage to soothe your muscles?

“Perhaps this is your karma for not listening to me when I told you to take things easy,” he remarked, rubbing your thighs.

You hissed. “I won’t get anywhere without proper t-training.”

Kazuha shook his head disapprovingly, “Training is meaningless if you get hurt like this.”

Your head flopped back against the pillows with a sigh, “Alright, I’m sorry. I promise to take it slowly next time.”

He smiled and continued with his task at hand. However, you remained restless, writhing whenever he went over a particularly sore spot, crying out his name.

Kazuha stopped and leaned back, deep in thought as to how he could relieve your pain without putting you through the wringer even more.

Then, it hit him. He crawled on top of you and caressed your cheek, “My love, may I try something different?”

You nodded and watched as he moved back down. His fingers played with the hem of your bottoms, before pulling the garment down gently.

When it was just your panties remaining, Kazuha couldn’t help but stare at you. The sight before him beat any sunset he had ever witnessed on his travels. Whether in the high mountain tops of Liyue, or the deep blue sea by Inazuma, Kazuha had never struck a beauty quite like yours.

His hands hovered above your panties, he looked back up at you, first asking for your consent with his eyes, then his words, “May I?”

You once again nodded and let out a meek “Yes”. Without further hesitation, Kazuha dragged your panties down your legs, placing a short kiss on your calf before he took them off completely.

“So beautiful, utterly breathtaking,” he traced a finger over your core and smiled, “…and so wet.”

His digit probed at your entrance, slightly teasing you. He finally plunged his finger inside of you, moving ever so slowly.

Whilst he did that, his other hand came back up to soothe your taut muscles. You had to hand it to Kazuha, his idea was brilliant; you could barely feel the soreness over the hypnotic pleasure he was giving you right now.

But he moved so slowly, so calculated. You wanted him to speed up a bit, you needed him to fill you up more.

“Kazuha…too slow…” You whined.

“I’m going slow for your own good, angel.”

“But K-Kazu—ah—!! Want it f-faster…” You pleaded, your mouth falling open when he added a second finger.

“It won’t feel good, dear. Just—“

You grew impatient, too drunk on the feeling of his skilled fingers. You bucked your hips upwards, grinding yourself faster against his movements. You completely forgot about your sore thighs that your sudden move resulted in a sharp sting.

You cried out in pain, Kazuha immediately stopped and pulled his fingers out. He tutted and sighed, “Why won’t you listen to me, hm?”

You sniffled, from both the ache of your thighs and the unsatisfied end to your pleasure. Kazuha carefully rid himself of his pants and boxers, aligning himself with your hole.

“Now don’t fuss, this is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Was all he said before he rocked his hips into you, bottoming out soon after.

He grabbed your hips firmly, “We’re going slow.”

The feeling of him inside your walls made your eyes cross. Even though his pace was slower than what you would have preferred, it didn’t matter because the drag of his cock in and out of you felt like heaven. He was hitting all the right spots deep inside you, like he had your body memorized down to the smallest detail.

Although your mind was getting hazy from how blissful it felt, you could still sense his hands massaging your thighs ever so softly.

“How do you feel now, love?” He asked.

“So…so good, Kazuha. Mmm, keep going…”

He leaned down and peppered sweet kisses all over your neck, taking his time to nibble on the sensitive skin and leave heart-shaped love bites.

You let out a string of moans, edging into your climax. The feeling of him filling you up so nicely, with the added stimulation of his fingers dancing across your skin to soothe your soreness was too much for you. You threw your arms around Kazuha’s neck, moving your lips closer to his ear.

“Ah~!! ‘m close…so close! Please Kazuha please, please—!”

Kaedehara Kazuha was far from a cruel man, how could he not grant his beloved’s wishes when you were asking so nicely? His thumb found your clit and rubbed it with fervor; if he could not pound you into the mattress, the least he could do was give you a mind-blowing orgasm.

And mind-blowing it was.

You practically screamed his name as your climax crashed upon you. Your pretty lips parted in a perfect ‘o’ shape that had Kazuha crumbling, his orgasm not too far behind.

“Ah—Y/n, you’re so…t-tight,” he mumbled, his words slurred together. “You feel so good, s-so perfect.”

You held onto his jaw and littered the area with kisses. Your post-orgasm brain still feeling like you’re on cloud nine. You whispered praises to him, how good he is to you, how pretty he looks like this…how good he fucked you.

Kazuha’s head tipped upwards with a whimper, “‘Cumming! ‘Cumming—Ah!! Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you—“

You felt his warm seed fill your pussy up. Your eyes rolled back at the sinful heat that radiated from your poor cunt, the sound of Kazuha’s ragged breaths almost like a symphony in your ears.

Once he recovered, he pulled out and laid next to you. His hands wandered down and rubbed at your thighs, “Still sore?”

You nuzzled closer to him, “If I’m not now, I think I will be tomorrow.”

written by yuenieve

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[sonder-paradise]

𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 — 𝐊𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚

◊ ft. kazuha, gn!reader

◊ genre. fluff to angst, major character death(?) 👀

◊ wc. 1.3k

◊ synopsis. from the moment he saw you, kazuha was absolutely enchanted to meet you. but with the vision hunt decree hot on your trails, connections sever and kazuha can’t remember the last time he was last enchanted by your presence.

“kaedehara kazuha. and you?”

he could never forget the moment he learned your name. the way you spoke it felt like the autumnal winds rustling through the trees. his heart pounded when he repeated it after you. it was light and airy that day.

there was a wave of enchantment about you. a beautiful, wonderful type of feeling that he rarely felt about anyone. you were just utterly enchanting. that's all there was to it.

your introduction with him had only set off a series of continuous meetings throughout the rest of your lives. an intertwined mess of two souls connected together for eternity.

“so we meet again?”

kazuha paused looking up from his spot underneath the shade of his favorite tree in inazuma. his eyes have grown a tad sleepily from the streams of deliciously golden light streaming in through the leaves.

he whispered your name fondly. it’s familiar now. not as distant as when he first said it. “what brings someone like yourself to this area?”

“i just happened to be around and there i spotted a very unique figure curled up under this tree.” your smile reflected nicely in the sun. kazuha had grown rather fond of that smile. it was enchanting.

“are you staying around for a little while?” he asked, about to offer the comforting spot of the tree beside him.

but the apologetic look on your face stopped him. “no, i’m afraid i have to continue on my way now. though perhaps we can get lunch next time we encounter each other.”

"i would enjoy that very much," kazuha said, watching as you waved at him once more.

kazuha wished he spent a little more time with you then. perhaps he would have had a little more to think about when you came to mind. but in all honesty, kazuha would have given anything for just a few more moments with you.

perhaps he would be able to feel that magical fluttery feeling all over again. because the reality was, despite all the times you two had encountered the other in his travels, he knew so little about you.

over and over again kazuha would stumble into your figure standing in the shadows of his imagination. there were moments in which he wondered if perhaps he had just dreamed you up altogether.

"so, we meet again."

kazuha knew that voice. he knew it very well, in fact. his smile grew as he spotted your wave through the crowds of liyue. you approached with a slightly tired expression, taking a seat next to him at the restaurant.

"i am surprised to find you here," he said, an eyebrow raised in wonderment. then again, you looked thinner than last he spoke with you.

"as am i, honestly," you admitted, glancing at the liyue cuisine scattered through the menu. "but i am glad to see you made it out of inazuma... my deepest apologies to your family."

kazuha shifted in his seat, but his smile never wavered. "thank you. i send the same regards to yours... how long ago did you leave?"

he didn't want to say 'escape.' despite the ache in his heart when he thought of his homeland, kazuha could not bring himself to admit he had escaped and fled.

"two... weeks ago, i believe," you said, "but i see we're making good on our promise to have lunch together next time we met." you motioned to the delectable dishes currently being settled on the ornate wooden table.

"of course," kazuha grinned. and in the back of his mind, he couldn't help but note the hints of enchantment bubbling in the pits of his stomach. you still looked just as wonderful as when he first met you.

the rest of the evening was filled with fateful memories and gentle reminiscent times lost to the hands of time. kazuha realized now that he should have asked of your futures instead.

"i'm returning to inazuma," you murmured, watching as the lanterns of liyue's magnificent harbor were ever so slowly being lit. they glowed in a forgiving manner, basking the shimmering ocean beyond in a golden sheen.

kazuha grew quiet, his hand held tight about the empty vision in his kimono. "you heard about..."

"i did... and i'm sorry you had to be there to witness his death," you paused, "i should have been there too."

"all the more reason you should not go back," he insisted. oh god, he could still hear the bitter clash of swords slicing at each other; he could recall the moment the shogun struck down what she merely deemed as a minor interference between her and eternity.

his grip around the vision tightened. "i still... don't know what he looked like when he died. what did he see in his last moments?" kazuha said softly.

his voice was but a whisper in the ever-flowing winds of change. his heart seemed to calm when he felt your hand outstretch and cup his cheek.

"it's alright," you said, just as softly. your voice was like mist born from a hurtling waterfall. "but you and i both know that our battle with inazuma is far from over... and i cannot let his death go in vain either."

you disappeared the next morning.

kazuha could feel the enchantment clutching his heart fade into the gentle breeze of your path as he let your decision sink in. what was it that had struck your gaze that night?

what was it that you had seen in him that he neglected to nurture?

you should have asked him to go with you. he should have followed you instead of foolishly continuing his life on the road. and now, kazuha had to face the unruly truth stumbling into his heart:

what was he running from?

your name was but an empty shell when he arrived back on the shores of inazuma. blade in hand, kazuha was well aware of the approaching storm that this mysterious blond traveler had brought into his homeland.

but your return to inazuma had been months ago. where had you gone?

his duties to the rebellion against the shogun were his primary concern. but what of the moments when he wished you would just appear behind him like you always had?

"y/n?" gorou repeated, stupefied by the name that had fallen from his mouth.

"yes, they said they would return months ago."

"they did return..." the general said, "but their battle with the shogun did not end very well."

disenchantment. this must be what it felt like. to be utterly broken down and stripped of the memories of someone who perhaps you didn't really know.

because did he know you?

all those moments that you would appear in front of him without fail, perhaps he had taken them for granted?

in the end, who were you to kazuha?

the young samurai gazed up at the blanketed night sky. misty clouds rolled in from the west and he could smell the forthcoming of rain in the distance. uncommon for inazuma, but unfortunate for this evening.

"now what does one do with two empty visions?" kazuha murmured bitterly, staring at the blank, grey glass of the two pieces in his hand.

gorou had given it to him as he left to recollect his memories with you. kazuha's heart ached remembering the way it would glow so beautifully against your clothing.

what had been your last thoughts? what had you seen as you died at the hands of an archon meant to protect eternity?

selfishly and deep, deep down, kazuha wished that he was one of your last thoughts. maybe then he would feel like his heart wasn't being ripped out his chest.

what he would had given to feel that beautiful moment all over again. perhaps he would have given his whole being just to meet you all over again and again.

though, as the rain began to fall from the crying skies, he stared tearily at the glowing vision in his hand. the one of which was not his own.

"so, we meet again, kazuha."

kazuha knew that voice. he knew it very well, in fact.

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[ventisweetheart]

'Just the two of us'

Kazuha x Reader- fluffvember event/ Day 11

Author's Note: I am so sorry for this terrible delay. I missed two fridays of fluffvember because of burnout but, I will make them up! Also I am sorry for these being short, it is intentional, these are just suppose to be small fics, nothing much. Just a little something to enjoy :)

Genre: Fluff, fluff, fluff

The breezes feel gentle this evening. Despite the weather being all over the place lately, it seems to have calmed down today, a perfect time, really.

Everything feels perfect and calm. The hand of your lover, Kazuha, brushing through strands of your hair. You look up to see him smiling back down at you. He presses a kiss to your head, one that could soothe any heart.

''You are such a beauty, my Dove.''

As he says these words, he looks deeply into your eyes. His gaze is soft and kind yet, they speak with so much expression. His eyes were always kind to you. You never got to see him too often, since you are always completing your duties left and right so, to lay in Kazuha's lap is always a bliss.

''Would you like me to play you a tune?'' You nod your head as he picks up a leaf he had in a pocket of his. He plays a melody he knew you always liked. It's the first one he showed you when the two of you met, even since then, it has been your favorite.

You close your eyes, your body relaxing and getting rid of any and all tension. The created sound soon puts you into a deep slumber.

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[ainlaw]

PLAY RPETEND.

pairings : kazuha x fem!reader.

genre/s : fluff ??, light angst, hurt & comfort (probably..)

au : friends to lovers, modern college au, law student kazuha, med student reader.

tw : mentions of break up, grammatical errors, wrong spellings, cursing (lots of them lol), lower case in written chapters and some caps in socmed

synopsis : your friends keep insisting that your boyfriend is cheating on you but you weren't ready to let him go. though, after meeting a specific someone, you may or may not be ready to do so.

status : not yet started

ain's note:

my first smau (yayy !!)

grammatical errors & wrong spellings (LOTS of them) are to be expected.

if there's anything that i'm doing wrong, please don't hesitate to mention it! i'm willing to learn :)

ignore time stamps unless stated otherwise.

yee-hoes | 5wirl wtv they call it

CHAPTER I : ACT I

one. wake up & break up

two. a cup of latte

three. who?

four. so kind and gentle / four point five. just you wait

five. not xiao but slay :)

six. not xiao (unfortunately again)

tba.

© ainlaw ㅡ all rights reserved to me. please do not copy or steal my work. always ask me before reposting / translating somewhere else other than rebl0ging in tumb1r.

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[lesoleil222]

IM LOOKING FOR A SPECIFIC KAZUHA FIC:

It has smut in it and fluff, so basically kazu is on the run because hes still wanted then suddenly he met y/n and they became friend yadayada they joined a rebel camp then one day oh no kazu got back to the camp injured so y/n tend his wound then they have spicy time in the tent while it rained. I think kazu was supposed to join the alcor alone but then y/n chased them and it has kujou sara hunting them.

I hope the original author hasnt deleted it or still on tumblr because its literally 12 am and im scrolling on timber non stop looking on it and still havent found it oh god help

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[atheliasnotebook]

✨ 1 year blog anniversary event ✨

‼️ REQUESTS CLOSE DECEMBER 13 ‼️

character(s) (3 max) + emojis (up to 2/3) + prompt number

- for an inclusion of a certain genre: (up to 2)

add 🌶️ in the “emoji” part for add ✨ in the “emoji” part for fluff add 🥀 in the “emoji” part for angst add 😎 in the “emoji” part for crack

example(s):

“can i have kaeya + prompt 25 + 🎶🥀?”

“please write cyno, prompt 1 (first kiss), ⭐️✨🌶️!”

to send a request, click this

prompt list below:

1. first kiss / date

kaeya (first date, technically 🌶️)

2. first time / second time

kaeya (full fic 🌶️)

3. meeting them at work

4. saving you in a near-death situation

5. loving after vowing to never love again

6. getting with them after an abusive / bad relationship

7. love at first sight

8. “forbidden” love (ex. the teacher’s assistant x student, fitness instructor x trainee, boss x secretary)

tighnari (in the biology lab 🌶️)

9. coffee shop date

10. helping them out (move boxes, or they help you down from a tree, etc.)

11. medieval fantasy/fairy tale au + (any specifications you want)

12. meeting them at a masquerade

13. “have you been taking care of yourself?”

14. idol au + (specifications: i.e. are they a rapper, dancer, etc)

15. wearing their clothes

16. listening to music together

17. protecting you

18. “i’ve always loved you”

19. cooking favorite foods together

19. "pretend to be my partner so we can get a couple's discount"

20. viewing holiday events / setting up decorations

21. story based on a vocaloid song suiting the character

22. waking up from nightmares (and they comfort you)

23. “don’t leave me.”

zhongli (angst to comfort 🌶️)

24. “why did it have to be you?”

25. playing video games with him

childe (game night! ✨)

26. studying with him

27. injuries

28. favorite places to do sus stuff

29. asking for your hand in marriage

30. fighting for the first time

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[klixxy]

new fic!!

mount arima sends its rustling winds

fandom: genshin impact

relationship(s): kazuha/kazuha’s friend, kazuha&kazuha’s friend

tags: gen, angst, hurt/comfort, grief, character study, happy end, includes shitty haikus!!!

summary:

Sometimes, Kazuha dreams.

He dreams that he is standing on the second step of Tenshukaku, staring up as the heavens open up, glowing a lovely lavender in striking brilliance. The sound that comes when the Shogun raises her sword into the sliver of sky is indescribable—it is the crash of sea against the toothy maw of the cliffside, it is the deafening crack of a mighty tree as it meets the shaven grass—it is the might of a god, exposed against the clouds as they tumble open to make way for the Shogun’s word; immovable and desolate.

Kazuha closes his eyes, shivers into the icy wind, and listens, like a rabbit hiding in the brush, as the thunder rumbles overhead.

-

(or, kazuha grieves, slowly, silently, and through the throes of a growing storm.)

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[dand-elle-ion]

Sunkissed //

With: Kazuha

Words: ~900

Genre: Fluff, comfort

Warnings: None, but slight spoilers for Kazuha’s island (summer event)

During your summer vacations, Kazuha and you spend some tender moments together after the events on his island~

The sound of ice cubes clinking against glass is what awakes Kazuha from his slumber on the beach. Along with the lulling sound of the ocean waves, and the warmth of the sun it was indeed hard to resist the temptation of a good afternoon’s sleep.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty.”

Kazuha looks up from his lounger, a little drowsy still, but with a fond smile gracing his lips when he recognizes it is you who stands in front of him, hindering the light from blending his eyes. “Hello, starshine.”

You offer him the cocktail in your hand, which he accepts gratefully. “Slept well?”

Kazuha shuffles a little to make you some room beside him, and with the bowl of pudding in your other hand you settle down next to him.

“Indeed, I did. The afternoon sunlight truly grants the perfect amount of warmth and comfort,” he answers, sipping from his drink. Then his eyes move to wander serenely over the scenery of the archipelago islands.

Not far from you Paimon, Fischl and Mona huddle around a small campfire, bickering and laughing about something, while Xinyan seems to tinker around with the record player next to them.

Lumine in the background though seems to be in her own little paradise. Eyes closed, with a cocktail in her hand and floating around on a swim ring; the traveller looks utterly relaxed.

Humming, you take a spoon full of your pudding when your eyes drift back over to Kazuha.

Lost in thoughts and nibbling on the straw of his drink. The golden light of the setting sun glistens in his eyes, and with the dreamy landscape around him, it makes him look like something straight out of a painting.

You’re glad to see that Kazuha could find some time to catch up on some sleep and rest a little after these last occurrences. He looks even more at ease now. Relaxed even. But even if he claimed to be alright, it is noticeable that the events didn’t go by without leaving some traces behind.

His eyes suddenly meet yours, soft and tender. Still, you somehow feel caught and shy, trying to overplay the situation by offering him some of the pudding in your hands. “Xinyan really surpassed herself with this one,” you declare before taking another spoon of the cool dessert. “It tastes gorgeous. You wanna try?”

You earn a delighted smile from the wanderer. “I would love to.”

You want to hand over the spoon, but before you can even react Kazuha is already leaning in, placing a sweet kiss on your lips. Your breath hitches. But then he’s already pulling back again, a front of serious contemplation on his face. “Hmm. You’re right. It really does taste great.”

Damn, you-

You clear your throat pathetically, trying to overplay the flustered state Kazuha left you in, but fail miserably.

Now there’s merely a cocky smirk plastered on Kazu’s face instead. Clearly satisfied with his manoeuvre.

“Glad you like it,” you mutter in return, deliberately avoiding his eyes and stuffing your mouth with pudding instead.

He chuckles and you playfully bump your shoulder against his.

A soft breeze carries the sound of Mona’s laugh over to the both of you, catching your attention. Some quiet moments pass where you watch them having their good time and taking joy in Paimon’s exaggerated stories.

“Didn’t want to join them?”

You look up to Kazuha, contemplating how to answer. Because, yes, there was a reason you are here and not with the others as he has expected. You sight, then you lean forward to straighten his collar that must have gotten out of place while he slept, receiving a fond look in return. “I just wanted to make sure you’re okay,” you answer truthfully.

Kazuha studies your gaze for a while, searching for something and apparently finding it. His gaze softens. “That is kind of you.”

His eyes travel to the already setting sun, sending its last trails of sunshine upon the sea. Then he asks, “Do you want to go and watch the sunset with me? The scenery is far too magnificent to let an opportunity like this pass.”

...

You take a walk to the charming spot on a small hill you’ve passed earlier, somewhere in a more secluded area. Just him and you.

Between a bundle of different flowers, dancing in the soft breeze of the evening wind you settle down. Your back against Kazuha’s chest, his arms around your waist; he pulls you in, just a little closer to him.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you ask gently after some moments of, viewing the sea glistening in golden light in comfortable silence.

You feel him pressing a soft kiss upon your hair, tender fingers caressing your hands. “No, I don’t think so,” he answers calmly, composed. “The past is in the past. I’ve had a lot of time to dwell on my past mistakes and regrets, but these burdens are no longer; They do not matter anymore.

I’ve since then grown and matured. Now I’m at peace with the former days, and my present ones as well.”

You take some time to let his words sink in. His steady, but genuine tone. You believe them.

“Alright,” you reply softly, a smile on your lips. “I’m glad to hear that. Just know, if you ever feel the need– I’m here.”

“I know.” Kazuha lifts your hand to his lips. And then he whispers, barely audibly, “Thank you.”

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[chichikoi]

jealousy, jealousy (?)

synopsis: asking them for someone else's number. pairing: diluc, childe, al haitham, wriothesley x gn! reader fandom: genshin impact genre: fluff warnings: mentions of cheating, insecurity(?) a/n: my first smau :o definitely have something big planned, but this is me trying. hahehwehwjehjehe.

bonus: kazuha !

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[lijojo]

genshin sugar daddies: leaving hickeys on you

premise: you have seven sugar daddies: one for each day of the week. it’s a bit overwhelming, but you try you’re best to keep each relationship relatively independent from the other. that means no hickeys. except, well, each one of them wants to make you theirs exclusively and they’re not above marking you secretly to send a message to tomorrow’s person. (yandere! possessive! genshin reverse harem x reader) (modern au!) 

*if you want more yandere genshin sugar daddy content the introduction is here but this can be a standalone read! 

tags: nsfw, dark content, afab reader, fingering, dirty-talk, unprotected sex, dub-con, smut smut smut smut smut

diluc is no stranger to jealousy. you can sense it in the way his eyes constantly beckon for yours. the way he grips tightly onto your waist. he never asks anything more than your gaze on monday evenings. they have to be on him. always. not for a second more are you allowed to look at anything else but him. he’s greedy, always pulling you to look at him once more. naturally, his gaze is always on you. 

you feel it drag up and down your back. crawl into the little dip in your neckline to see what’s underneath your clothes. 

so the one time, the one time, kaeya’s crafty attempts to leave hickeys on your folds and inner thighs in the midst of eating you out, diluc catches it. 

he sees it the moment he peels off your panties. what should’ve been a slow sequence of him sinking his tongue into your pussy is immediately halted at the sight of a very small but noticeable bruise in the juncture between your thighs and your labia minora. 

kaeya’s warning. 

the change in his demeanor is undeniable. his heavy gaze flits over to your face. intentful. unaware of the hickey, you’re understandably confused. 

if diluc’s seen something, he doesn’t tell you. instead, he internalizes the sight. it’s a warning and a challenge. 

mine. 

he’s quick to grab onto your wrists and pin them above your head. before you can brace yourself, he’s slipped a finger inside you. you gasp at the sudden intrusion, but welcome him as he curls his finger towards him, gently brushing against that spongy spot that leaves you breathless. 

he chuckles lightly as you roll your eyes back. his thumb presses on your clit, nudging it side to side. “you’re soaking wet,” he mutters, sliding another two fingers inside you. “all for me?” 

your hold on the sheets tightens. 

he leans closer to your ear. “i can’t wait to smear the remnants of your orgasm on my cock. make it slick enough to slip inside you. make you feel good. we want my darling to feel really good, right?”

you hiss when he starts thrusting his fingers into you at rapid speed. desperate. eager to make you spill your affection onto his hands. 

“that wasn’t a rhetorical question, sweetheart.”

you can’t help the moan that leaves you as you approach your climax. “y-yes! yes—ah—diluc!” 

his grin looks so unlike him. his thumb starts to draw circles on your clit, going quicker and quicker the more you squirm and moan. 

“cum on me. do it for me, princess. cum all over my hand. give me all your everything.”

you can barely understand the undertone in his words. instead, you reach your high. your orgasm pours out of you, onto his beckoning fingers. and instead of letting you go, he continues mercilessly until your left whining for him to stop. 

and he does. eventually. he slowly pulls his digits out of your crying cunt. he collects the droplets that trickle out of your lower lips and let’s it drip onto his twitching dick. he runs his hands along his shaft, letting out a shaky groan. 

“look how pretty you’ve made me. this is all you, darling.” 

he fucks you like it’s he’ll die if he doesn’t. blinded by the mixture of pain and pleasure, you close your eyes and submit to the feeling of overwhelming bliss. 

you’re so overwhelmed, that you don’t register how he’s kissing your neck like a man on a mission. 

დ

the two of you are in the middle of a normal tuesday brunch when childe sees it. when you turn to accept the menu from the waiter, he can see the slightest marks that you couldn’t hide, even with the most expensive foundation. 

you curse internally when you see his eyes narrow in on you. you should’ve known better than to ever believe that diluc would ever follow one of your only rules: no hickeys. 

and now childe, notoriously competitive, will feel compelled to have his fill. 

you should’ve worn a scarf. 

you thought that the position of the hickey, and the slight fadedness your foundation was barely able to provide would’ve been enough. you were wrong. 

like a built-in reflex, you smile. “what’s the matter? is there something wrong?”

he gives you a smile, an all-knowing smile as he takes the menu from you. “nothing is wrong at all, girlie. i’m just admiring that new necklace i bought you.”

you’re good at pretending nothing’s wrong, so you fiddle the crystals with your hand. “i love the way it shimmers,” you add, “i love how sparkly you’ve made me.” 

if you’ve done anything to settle his displeasure, he doesn’t show it. instead, he averts his eyes to the menu. you know better than to believe that nothing bad will come out tonight. 

for the rest of the night, he engages in small talk with you. about the weather. a new store that’s just opened up. some story about some poor guy who borrowed more money than he could ever give back. the thought makes you tighten your grip on your fork.

when you get back to his penthouse, he’s quick to strip you of your luxurious gown and all of it’s accompanied gold accents. when you reach to take off the necklace that decorates your neck, he stops you. 

“keep it on,” he whispers, his hand crawling up your thigh to grip your ass. “wanna fuck you looking so pretty in my jewelry. wanna make you shine with sweat as pretty as those gems.” 

“oh really?” you retort, sliding your hand between the two of your bodies and cupping his sex. he groans as you run your fingertips down his groin. “wanna make me shine with your cum?” 

“yes,” he gasps. in the heat of the moment, his eyes catches the faint outline of diluc’s mark just below your jaw. overtaken by some primal instinct, he presses your waist against him. “you’re letting all those side-fucks give you hickeys?” 

his words almost make you want to freeze. but you’re quick to resume back to normal, to pretend that those words don’t phase you. that you don’t hear the implications in the undertones of his voice. 

it’s worse if you tell him it was unintentional. 

“it’s a new development.” you tug at his hair as he digs his face into the crook of your neck. “you get only one.”

you need to have the upper hand. in a sea of seven men who are constantly demanding things from you, you have to take what you’re dealt with and do something before they overtake you.

he grins.  “you’re such a tease. which motherfucker left this on you?” 

you know better than to tell him. everyone knows that there’s seven who you’re regularly seeing. but they don’t know the names—not the order. you know better than to give names. these men are as powerful as they are rich, you wouldn’t do anything that’d upset the city’s dynamics. 

so you avoid the question, like you’ve always done. 

“i can think of better ways you can use that mouth, other than asking silly questions.” 

his brow twitches, but he doesn’t do anything else to push you. instead, he smiles into your neck. “only one?”

“only one,” you confirm.

he doesn’t hesitate to take off your necklace. his hands dive to the back of your neck to unclip it and toss it to the side. you let out a yelp in surprise when it clangs onto the coffee table. 

“i’ll buy you a better one,” he says in-between open-mouthed kisses on your jawline. “fuck, i’ll buy you a thousand more.”

he sinks down to your collarbone. “’been dreaming of this. my girl, my pretty, pretty girl, wearing reminders of me.” 

♡

the two of you are in the comfort of kazuha’s home. wednesdays are reserved for writing, and like always, you’re pinned under his watchful gaze while he writes his thoughts away in his notebook. 

with every few scrawls, he peeks over the paper to steal glances at you. you hum, pretending to be blissfully aware. you’re just here as his muse. 

as of this moment, you snuggle into your comfortable place in the back of his study, leaning against the window that expands to his backyard that oversees the sunrise and sunset. your own notebook rests on your thighs, your knees pressed close enough to your chest to allow you to write smoothly. kazuha sits across from you, his feet sometimes brushing against yours. if you laid your legs out straight, no doubt that the balls of your feet would meet his waist. 

he keeps stealing glances at you. has been for the past hour. no matter how much you try to focus on your own poems, you can’t brush away the feeling of being watched. 

his eyes are impeccable, and can spot the marks that occasionally peak underneath your scarf when you move a certain away. 

“you let them mark you?” he asks out of the blue. not accusatorily, per se, but you can detect the edge in his voice. 

the corners of your lips perk unnaturally. the moment you’d been dreading since you woke up had arrived. you let your eyes soften, as if it could soothe kazuha by any means. with a gentle hand, you reach out to softly grasp his hand that tightens around the edge of his notebook. it’s something he accepts readily, enveloping your hand with his. 

“i was meaning to talk to you about this, kazu,” you say tenderly. “it’s just something i’m trying out. everyone gets one. see if everyone’s okay with it.” 

kazuha doesn’t say anything. his gaze is fixated on your intertwined hands. “my love, they mark your skin like animals.”

you smile like it’s no trouble. because that’s what you need him to believe. you feel like kazuha’s a loose thread. tug him in the wrong direction, the wrong idea, and he’ll undo the entire sweater. 

“it’s only going to be seven,” you reply, trying to lessen the tension. 

“it’s better if there’s just one,” he retorts gingerly. “they aren’t gentle at all, are they?”

you don’t like the way his eyes sweep over your entire figure. you hold back a shudder, feeling as if a ghost had just passed through you. 

“they are,” you mumble, although you can hardly say it’s true. “don’t you worry kazu, i can handle myself.” 

your line of sight flits back to your intertwined hands; he lets go, instead running the pads of his fingers down the back of your hands before settling on your wrist. his hold is firm. it’s not tight enough to cause you pain, but not gentle enough to let you pull away. 

“i’m sure you do, love,” he mutters. but the way he says it makes it seem as if he doesn’t believe you.

his eyes connect with yours intently.

the rustle of your clothes shuffling echoes through the quiet study as he pulls your wrist towards his mouth. in doing so, you’re forced to lean forward. his eyes never leave you, not when he presses a soft kiss to the inside of your wrist.

“they just want you for your body,” he says, more to himself than you. “they don’t love you at all. everything would be so much better if you just dropped them. let me take care of it. take care of it all.” 

you don’t say anything back. he doesn’t want you to. and even if you did, it wouldn’t be something he’d want to hear. you have bills to pay. you have enemies a wealthy poet wouldn’t be able to defend you from on his own. 

his tongue slides out of his mouth to lick a long strip up your wrist, all while looking at you. he presses open-mouthed kisses in the same spot, sucking and nibbling with purpose. in-between kisses, his tongue draws letters on the expanse of your skin in a sentence you’ve begun to fear.

A L L M I N E  

დ

when spring comes, tighnari will sometimes give you hickeys. he’ll do it in the heat of the moment in a passionate rut. he can’t think of anything else but you. how perfect you are for him. how beautiful. how you belong to him. 

while he drives his cock into you the only way he knows how, his lips will find their place in the crook of your neck. on the curve of your breasts. on the plush of your thighs. he’ll kiss you like you’re his air. 

he’ll whimper into your skin. in that moment, you’re powerless to stop him. his pace is godspeed, pummeling into you like you’re his lifeline. driven to leave his white reminders of his love and devotion into your aching pussy. you can barely hold yourself up steadily. your fingers tremble. overcome with an insurmountable high, you can’t push him away as he leaves hickeys all over your body. 

it’s not to send a message to everyone, per se, but to express the feelings he’d been keeping pent up during autumn, winter, and summer. the overwhelming infatuation and adoration he feels for you. 

his pension for leaving nonstop hickeys on you starts to settle on the fourth day. and by the end of the week-long rut, they’ve faded just enough that you can cover it up with foundation and expensive jewelry. 

but when he’s not blinded by his sexual desperation during the spring, it’s a different story. 

it’s a perfectly fine thursday mid-afternoon in the comfort of tighnari’s study when he sees it. 

he catches a glimpse of kazuha’s kiss on your wrist when you pass a cup of tea to him. your sleeves ride up just a bit under the beaming sun. you notice too, and are quick to pull back. but it’s too late. the moment he’s set down the cup he’s grabbing onto your wrist and pulling back the sleeve. “what’s this?” 

you’re tempted to let out a breath of relief that he didn’t notice the hickey that barely rested on the edge of your collar. when you donned on the turtleneck sweater, you feared that he’d notice it if it slipped down and grow even more livid. 

just play it off. pretend. if you’re lucky, by the end of this week, you’ll end up with only six hickeys. 

“oh, i must’ve bumped into something.” 

tighnari scowls. “this doesn’t seem like an ordinary bruise. how’d you get it?” 

you’re scrambling for a believable response. “i was leaning back onto the counter and didn’t realize the corner was there.”

he chuckles. “clumsy you.” his forefinger inches up the slightest bit to press on it. 

you wince. subsequently, your entire body tenses. this isn’t like those times where you can lie sweetly to him whenever he asks for you to stay for good. this isn’t like one of those times you can charm your way out of a situation. the way he looks at you is knowing. feral.

“i wasn’t born yesterday, love,” he hisses. “i know a hickey when i see one, especially when i leave them on you every spring.”

the way he kisses you after is rougher than usual. desperate. needy. aggressive. he presses into you, his tail wagging tentatively. he brings your arms to wrap around his neck. his tongue caresses your own, exploring your mouth like it’s a new discovery. a new treasure trove. 

he whimpers into the kiss, his little squeaks and moans muffled by his need to devour you. 

you close your eyes and let yourself get swept up with the pacing. to get distracted by him. you hardly register the time pass before the two of you are naked, your clothes strewn across the floor in his bedroom. 

your back is pressed against his chest, your ass hugging his dick while he slides his hand down the valley between your breasts, stopping to pinch your nipple until it hardens. his other hand is left to its own devices, settling on your waist. 

his fingers find themselves in the comfort of your pussy. he whimpers at how amazing you feel around his fingertips. how every time he pulls in and out, there’s squelching noises that almost overtake his little whines and yelps. every time he pushes his fingers back in, your ass presses a little closer to his dick. 

he moans like you’re the one pleasuring him. like he’s on the cusp of euphoria, only silencing himself to press open-mouthed kisses on your shoulder. 

“it’s m-my turn,” he says in-between whines. “m-my pretty l-little pet.” 

დ

when alhaitham gets home after a long week of working, all he wants to do is relax in warmth of your embrace. friday is his reward. 

he eats dinner as always, asking you questions in-between bites while delivering long stares that still make you feel like you’re being researched. but this week, instead of insisting you two spend quality time together reading on the couch, he coaxes you into the bedroom. 

he groans into the kiss, pressing you to the wall as he helps you out of your clothes. but when he opens his eyes to admire your body, he doesn’t like what he sees.

he lets out an unamused chuckle. his hand brushes over your shoulder. “what’s this?” 

you try to speak, but he cuts you off with another kiss. when you gasp in surprise, his tongue dives into your mouth. 

he leaves you breathless; his pace is rough, almost angry. 

“what a bad girl you are,” he seethes, “letting all those bastards touch you like that? bruise your pretty, pretty skin?”

he doesn’t let you talk. he envelops your opportunity to reply with his relentless kisses. he presses harder into your mouth, your teeth almost gnashing together. it’s almost painful, as if he wished to bind you two together. 

“every friday is my solace, my holiday, didn’t you know?” 

you gasp for air. “i-” 

“i’m not done yet.” he brings his lips to yours for another hungry kiss. “every week i work so hard so i can see you, cherish you, and this is how you repay me? i thought you were my good girl.” 

he chuckles darkly. “but you’re just a bad apple, aren’t you? i’ll have to fix that.”

he continues to kiss you. to ravish you with his mouth. he swallows your moans, his hands eagerly exploring your body like it’s his first time. and like always, his hands find their place on your chest. 

“i’ve always loved your breasts: the way they curve, the way they sway so sweetly every time you arch your back for me, how your nipples perk up with every caress of mine.” he flicks one and you yelp. 

“those imbeciles really have no intelligence at all.” he licks a long stripe in-between the valley of your breasts. “your body is a canvas.” 

his eyes connect with yours, beckoning your gaze. a silent connection, a guarantee that you’re looking at him. at what he’s doing. at what he’s making you feel.

he stares at you attentively, and once again you feel like you’re being studied. every gasp that comes from your lips. every twitch of your brows. every time your eyelids flutter is under his watchful gaze like it’s the only thing his sight is for. like he’s a scientist researching the cure to his very own hunger. 

his lips find purchase just on the edge of your areola, sucking intently. “to mark you is a form of art.” 

he relishes in the way you shudder. but he needs more. 

with one hand on your waist, his other comes up to fondle your other breast, craving for more reaction.

“only idiots wouldn’t be able to realize it.” 

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unlike all of the other saturdays, where you’re probably swept up in the grand scheme of things (attending formal events, meeting politicians, or shopping like ayato’s wallet depended on it), you’re lounging in ayato’s home office on a calm evening. 

the two of you decided to end things a bit earlier today and relax a bit. and by that, you suggested to spend some quality time alone so that you didn’t need to walk anymore. although you prided yourself on stamina and tolerance to soreness, even you couldn’t keep up after just about a week of aggressive men fucking their jealousy into you. 

“it was hot today,” ayato mutters lazily as he gently runs his fingers through your hair. your head rests on the plush of his thigh, just as he likes it. “are you sure that you’re comfortable in that turtleneck, love?”

you curl into yourself a little bit more, tugging the collar up. “yes, i’m perfectly fine.”

you’re not fine. you’ve been sweating up a storm underneath your sweater but you were adamant on ending this week with six hickeys instead of seven. your stubbornness refused you the pleasure of ice-cold showers to wash away how your clothes burned you. 

he pouts. “are you sure? you look awfully uncomfortable, dear. you can take a shower in my bathroom, if you’d like.” he smiles. “i won’t look, promise.”

you turn to look at him, contemplating. on one hand, you don’t believe anything good will come out of undressing in ayato’s house. you don’t believe his promise, either. if you knew him any better, he’d walk into the shower on the grounds of saving water, where he’d see all the hickeys imbued into your skin. while diluc, childe, and kazuha’s marks were getting a little faded, you doubt you could somehow explain alhaitham and tighnari’s hickeys. 

but on the other hand, you’d been in this sweater for a whole day already. and your skin was started to get irritated. you felt gross with all of the sweat you’d accumulated. maybe five minutes wouldn’t hurt. 

you smile like there’s nothing to worry about. like you’re an adoring lover. like you’re whoever ayato wants you to be. you reach out to cup his cheek, to which he warmly receives. 

“okay. i’ll be back soon.”

he chuckles as you get up from his lap to head to the shower. you had to be quick. 

you all but run to the bathroom once you’re out of sight. you head to ayato’s bedroom where some of your clothes are. dresses, lingerie, t-shirts, jeans, shorts, and all other items of clothing he’s ever bought you hang neatly in his closet. you pluck whatever seems practical and make a break for the shower.

you slip off the diamond ring he’d given you months ago. you all but slam it onto the counter, relieved your ring finger can breathe for once. 

the quicker you take, the more likely you can shower without incident. 

but the moment you’ve stepped out of the shower, towel wrapped secure around your torso, to your horror, the door opens. 

“hey, love, i was wondering—”

just before you can close the door shut on him, his eyes connect to the discoloring on your shoulder. 

regardless of his discovery, you move to usher him out. but mid-way, your feet are halted in the middle of the bathroom floor. the words are crawling in your mouth. you want to tell him that you’d like to shower in peace, tell it to him teasingly, but you don’t think you can. 

that’s not what he wants. that’s not what pays the bills. 

you offer a tight-lipped smile. “like what you see?”

he paces towards you, caressing your shoulder. he leans closer to you, examining the color, the shape, the size. “hm, so that’s how they want to play this game,” he whispers, ignoring your question entirely.

his hands gently tug at your towel. he smiles. “won’t you open up for me, love?”

he guides your hands as you drop the towel, revealing alhaitham’s mark. 

“hm.” he looks at you as if he’s silently critiquing an art piece. “i see what’s going on here.” 

he takes the ring that you left behind on the counter and works to slide it slowly onto your finger again. “you almost forgot to wear the symbol of our love, dear.” 

“oh, it must’ve slipped my mind.” it’s like there’s cotton in your mouth. your throat feels dry.

he chuckles at that. “poor thing. my poor lover can be so forgetful.” 

 his eyes drift down to your chest.

he presses a kiss above your breasts, where your heart is.

“she almost forgets that she’s mine.” 

დ

even if he’s your designated sunday, if you aren’t careful enough, kaeya will create a week full of trouble for you. 

when he eats you out, he becomes pussy-drunk. he kisses your lower lips like it’s his prize. his reward for working so hard this week. his tongue runs up your pussy to your clit in a slow, deliberate stroke. 

when he reaches your clit, he lets his mouth mold over your nub. he licks at it gently, cherishing it like it’s his only rose on a lonely valentine’s day. 

he makes love to you like he’s reached his happily ever after. his lewd slurping overshadows the shuffling of the sheets, your moans. when he dips his tongue into your cunt, he whimpers. 

his fingers dig into your thighs, holding you in place. even when you’re overstimulated, begging for a break, he won’t let you go. he savors the way you tremble so cutely under his touch. how your cum leaks out of you in small streams after your fifth release. he’s immersed in your cunt, yearns to make out with your lower lips while his nose nudges at your clit.

it’s too much. the feeling of your climax is so overwhelming. 

he wants you to feel this euphoria, to remind you of how he feels every time he looks at you. 

he wants you so much. so fucking much it hurts him when he can’t see you. when he can’t hold you. when he can’t be with you like a real lover. he needs you like he needs air. he needs to feel you wrapped around him to give him life. to give him purpose. 

that’s why when you’re so swept up in the feeling of a constant climax, when your legs feel numb, he gets so carried away. 

if you don’t catch him in time, kaeya will leave secretive hickeys along your inner thigh, dangerously close to your folds. he needs the others to know he’s staking his claim.

to know he’s making you feel so good that there’s definitive proof. 

at the end of the week, when you see him again after seven days of trying to calm down the jealous storm among your seven sugar daddies, he’ll grin. 

it’s that same devious smirk he gives you at candlelight dinners, except it isn’t one to mask his vulnerabilities with charisma and one-liners. it’s one to tell you that he knows exactly what he’s done. 

he knows what he wants, and he’s finally had enough of the fucking waiting. 

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Pick one: Kazuha or Venti

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[ainlaw]

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[shroomi1e]

❝ i object! ❞

kazuha + albedo

summary: you as a noble should naturally marry another noble, despite your love for another. your parents had managed to pry your lover off of you and get you wedded to a powerful nobleman- that is, until your past lover comes barging through the doors on your wedding day.

cw: gn!reader, arranged/forced marriage, teeny tiny bit of alcohol, angst to comfort

what i listened to while writing: wave - wave to earth

a/n: *slowly crawls out of my cave* hey guys. it's me again😭 i randomly got the motivation to write again, idk what demons possessed me to write this in the span of 5 hours but at least i have new content!!!! i was gonna do this with more characters but kazuha and albedo were the only ones i see pulling this cheesy-typa stuff tbh

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kazuha

“…what?”

your gaze fell down towards the wooden docks you were standing on. kazuha frowned, his grasp on your hand loosening. he was aboard the crux, and the crew was preparing to leave inazuma for another trip to liyue.

“i’m from one of the tri-commissions, kazuha,” you said defeatedly. “it’s over for us now. i’m going to be wedded as an alliance with another commission. i… i���m sorry…” but before kazuha could respond, the large ship began to sail away, his hands completely slipping away from yours.

kazuha leaned over the edge of the ship, watching your figure get smaller and smaller. though he hoped you would at least give him a wave goodbye, you simply turned around and left the docks of ritou, leaving him saddened and confused.

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kazuha spent the next month lost in his thoughts. ink blots were all that filled the pages of his journal now that he’s lost his muse.

“it’s over for us now.”

those words played in his mind like a broken record in hopes that maybe he could find a sense of doubt from those words, just a hint that it wasn’t truly over. he’s tried to understand, truly. but the thought of losing you ate kazuha up from the inside, especially knowing that he had no control over it. there weren’t any flaws in him or you that caused this, only circumstance. and that stung his heart more than anything.

despite kazuha’s wishes and prayers, the wedding would happen either way. news eventually reached his ears that two commissions from inazuma would be joined through a marriage between the two heirs, and that was when kazuha truly felt like he was losing control. you were being swept away so suddenly, carried away in the arms of another man. what was he to do?

you were being fitted into a kimono that very second, the maids tying the knots and wrapping the fabric around your body. your limbs felt heavy like lead, your head hanging low like rotten fruit on a tree. you tried to live in a fantasy just for at least a few moments, imagining that kazuha was the one you were being wed to, not a nobleman.

kazuha almost felt like a dream now that he was gone, as if he was only a fleeting imagination before you had to wake up to reality. the ephemeral touches, the honey-dipped sunsets, the smell of salt and the sea. that was all simply an illusion. you had to go back to the wooden floors, the inked papers and the melting candles. this was reality now, where everything was out of your control.

“this is all for the sake of our family, you know that?” your father’s voice broke your train of thought. “think of this as a way to pay us back for raising you. you’re much better off with a nobleman than that wandering fugitive anyways.”

you grit your teeth and tightened your fist, your knuckles whitening. “i know.”

the ceremony went through in a daze, the sacred sake tasting bitter on your tongue. a part of you felt like you should’ve just jumped on that ship along with kazuha. regret sat in your stomach like a sickly bag of bleach. but you knew it was for the better, both for you and your family.

after the vows, the priest then asked, “does anyone here object to the wedding?”

a heavy silence followed. the two of you were heirs to the biggest commissions in inazuma, it was obvious that nobody would dare to object this wedding. your gaze fell further down in defeat. it was really happening now.

“i object!”

your head snapped up from the ground and turned towards the voice. at the end of the crowd stood kazuha, the wind blowing softly through his hair, the golden light from the sunset outlining his silhouette.

emotions rushed through your chest: happiness, regret, sadness, doubt, and guilt. the cup you were holding dropped to the ground and shattered. the crowd began to murmur and gossip.

“kazuha,” you breathed out.

the crowd parted to make way for your lover, who confidently walked towards you and held his hand out. everything around you seemed to suddenly disappear the moment your fingertips met his. it was only the two of you now.

“kazuha… what on earth are you doing here?”

“i just need you to answer one question for me,” kazuha said softly. “do you trust me?”

by the way he eagerly interlocked his fingers with yours, his intentions were obvious. if you were to answer this question, it would mean throwing away everything you’ve known thus far: your family, your possessions, your wealth, your inheritance, your responsibilities. everything. but with the way kazuha was silently pleading you with his eyes… how could say no?

you let out a shaky breath. “i do.”

kazuha merely smiled in return, his eyes softening as if to tell you that everything was going to be alright. that he understood your choices, and that all you need to do was take this final leap of faith.

“hurry up kazuha!” beidou’s voice interrupted. a few meters away, the crux was anchored to the docks, the crew eagerly waiting to set sail. “the guards might come and take ya anytime soon!”

kazuha held your hand tightly and began running towards the docks, the two of you giggling as he helped you up on the ship. the nobleman, priest, and the crowd all watched in disbelief as you hopped onto the crux, sailing away with the samurai.

the crew cheered as you and kazuha shared a kiss of reunion, the anchor lifting from the seafloor and the two of you sailing away into the golden sun, just like you were meant to be.

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albedo

“i…see.” albedo’s eyes wander off to nowhere in particular after hearing your explanation. he blinks a few times as if to confirm that he wasn’t dreaming.

“it’s not your fault, albedo, and neither is it mine,” you added. “i hope you understand.”

for the first time since albedo was created, he feels numb. his fingertips lose grip as it all finally settles in. you’re leaving him for another man.

of course, he knows that’s not really the case. albedo understands your circumstance as well as the political powers at play, but at the end of the day, that’s what’s happening, right? you’re being wedded off to another man, which of course means you’ll have to leave him.

and when he sees you take off your ring- the ring he gave you- and put it on his desk, his heart shatters. you silently take your leave, disappearing into the dragonspine snow. albedo’s gaze is immediately pulled to the golden band on his desk, which seemed so much duller now that it wasn’t on your finger.

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projects seem more pointless than ever before, and piles of crumpled up drafts fill albedo’s trash bin. he’s taken down all the portraits of you in his home because it was too painful to bear, yet he can’t deny that he was still hopelessly in love with you. the thought of you standing at the altar with another man made albedo positively sick. and there was nothing he could do about it.

he even decided to abandon his projects to visit the city in hopes that he could catch a glimpse of you, but you never seemed to be there. he’d wander for what seemed like hours, only for it to be in vain. ‘of course,’ he tells himself, ‘they’d be busy preparing for the wedding.’

the ring in his pocket weighs heavier than before. he takes it out and twirls it in his hand, the afternoon sun reflecting off of it almost blindingly. the church bells ring in the distance, as well as the melody from the church organ.

wait… the organ is playing.

albedo clasps his hand around the ring tightly before frantically running up the stairs towards the cathedral. the scent of flowers fills his nostrils as he makes his way past the statue of barbatos and climbs the final flight of stairs until he’s met with the wooden doors of the cathedral.

he won’t lose you. he can’t lose you.

albedo’s hands feel heavy as his palm rests flat against the door. once the organs stop playing, the faint voice of a priest could be heard from outside. he can hear the nobleman say his vows, then you. his flat palm turns into a fist as he contemplates what to do next. he’s never liked crowds, nor has he ever liked being the center of attention. this could certainly ruin his reputation, and hell, the clan you’re getting married to might even get him fired but-

the thought of you being by his side again gives albedo more than enough courage to push against the doors.

“does anyone object to this wedding?”

with one strong push, the doors swing open. sunlight spills into the cathedral and forms a path of light leading to you. and dear lord barbatos, you look breathtaking.

albedo watches as you turn around in confusion. the ring you were holding in one hand clatters to the floor, echoing down the hall.

though albedo had planned on walking towards you, he couldn’t help but start running down the aisle. panting, he turns to the priest. “i object this wedding. i am their rightful lover, am i not?”

you step down from the altar, your hands reaching to caress his face and gently wipe the sweat from his forehead. “even after everything i told you… you still came. i tried so hard to hurt your feelings, so why are you here?”

despite the tears pooling in your eyes, you’re smiling. and that’s all albedo needed to see. “i must be going insane, y/n. i’m not one to act like this.”

he kneels down right then and there, holding up the ring with two of his fingers. “will you marry me?”

you take a moment to look down at albedo, who’s kneeling before you in a silent plead. the faint bags under his eyes are proof enough that he’s missed you. your family would hate you for this. doing this would mean to be shunned and disowned from your clan. the support you once had would dissipate in an instant. albedo might be put in danger as well. but you’d rather have nothing and albedo rather than everything but albedo.

“yes,” you said before sliding the ring on your ring finger, right where it belonged. you grab albedo’s arm and run out the cathedral, much to the protest of your family sitting at the pews.

you skip down the steps in a hurry before turning your head to see albedo smiling softly. you’re dolled up, and the afternoon glow of the sun hits your face just perfectly. and with his ring resting on your finger, albedo can’t help but simply adore you.

‘you are killing me softly,’ he thinks, ‘yet you seem to be the only thing keeping me alive.’

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[atheliasnotebook]

who wants to be in the tag list for when “The Series of Written Apologies” Part 2 releases?

part one here

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