#kazuha imagine

[kyuuppi]

A/N: I hope this week has been much better for you. 💛 I'm really happy you enjoyed my writing. :,)

Ft: Kazuha; Tighnari; Xiao

Contents: modern AU; depression mention/symptoms; hurt/comfort; fluff; established relationship

You always tried your best but the expectations only stacked higher and higher until they towered over you, leaving you feeling small and inadequate. More nights have been spent restlessly, with your eyes glued to textbooks and fingers cramping from holding a pencil for far too long, than you can count. 

And yet it never seemed to be enough.

With each hurdle you had just barely managed to pass, another seemed to appear right after it. With each small accomplishment, another daunting task seemed to fall into your lap. You worked so hard but had nothing to show for it. 

While you slaved over calculations, your friends spammed your social media with momentos of nights spent out partying and making memories you would never be a part of. You couldn’t help but wonder what was the point of it all. You worked so hard only for lackluster results and you were miserable. Would you not be miserable after graduation too? You’re killing yourself for a 9-to-5 job that will be just as stressful—if not moreso. Were these truly the “best years of your life?”

Gradually, you lost motivation. Even in the midst of exam season, you find yourself just going through the motions. Textbooks and notes are opened and sifted through daily but none of the material actually sticks in your brain. 

You feel like a shell of your former self—another former gifted kid who had crashed and burned.

↳ Kazuha

Unbeknownst to you, he had silently watched it all. 

Kazuha was known to be something of a loner. He clearly valued self-preservation, preferring to keep to himself while classmates excitedly chattered in class. He sat at the top rows of the auditorium, silently observing from above. However, he was far from antisocial. Kazuha was known to be polite and knowledgeable—he would always reply when spoken to and often offered contributions during lectures that left even the professors impressed. He was good at communicating but only when he needed to. He never concerned himself with others more than strictly necessary. 

At least not until he met you. 

The scars of his last close relationship were still fresh, even if the physical scars marring the flesh of his hands and wrists had healed long ago. Not a day goes by that he is not haunted by the memory of his dearest friend—the one even he couldn’t save from himself. From that point forward, he had promised never to get too close to anyone else. He didn’t think his heart could handle another loss like that. 

But you had appeared in his life as abruptly as lightning and he was in too deep before he could even notice that he was falling in the first place. Your brightness had soothed the aches in his soul he hadn’t even known were there. In short, you had saved him from a life of solitude. To Kazuha, you were the most important person in his life and thus your happiness was his own…

…which also meant your despair was his own.

He noticed the way you had begun distancing yourself from the people you cared about—himself included. Routine late nights watching the stars together were discarded in favor of reviewing class notes and being holed up alone in your bedroom. He didn’t mind you prioritizing studying—he knew how important academics were to you and he promised to never come between that. You had a bright future ahead of you, afterall.

But the occasional all-nighters had spiraled until you hadn’t spoken to him in weeks. The only chances he had to catch a glimpse of your beautiful face that he cherished so much were more often than not obscured by a heavy textbook or the blue tinted glare of a computer screen. The bags under your eyes darkened each time he saw you.

He respected your freedom and independence just as much as he values his own—but your health came first. 

It was on a day you were feeling particularly lifeless—having read the same paragraph for the past ten minutes but still not processing any of it—that he appeared. He had come to your dorm without warning, carrying with him a bundle of soft-looking baby blue blankets and a tin of high-quality chamomile tea. 

“If you don’t mind, I would like to watch the stars together tonight.” 

How could you ever say no to that? 

Stargazing was something the two of you did frequently throughout your relationship. Sometimes the cool nights were filled with light-hearted chatter between the two of you as you reminisced over something funny that had happened that day and other times there was only comfortable silence as you basked in each others’ presence.

Tonight was the latter. 

For the first time in weeks, the tension in your shoulders slackened as you gazed up at the twinkling stars. They blurred slightly above your tired gaze and the warmth of the sweetened tea in your belly was quickly sending your body into a nearly meditative state. 

Beside you, Kazuha hummed softly, a tune he had likely been learning on the shakuhachi recently. 

“Kazu?” you called softly, voice slurred with sleepiness. 

Your lover’s vermillion gaze shifted from the sky over to your own, the warmth in them sparkling in a way that rivaled the stars above. He hummed in acknowledgement, patiently waiting for you to continue speaking. 

Whatever words you were originally going to say seemed to have died on your tongue under his loving gaze and instead you settle on something simple, far too simple to fully convey everything you feel for the man at your side, but enough to make the corner of his eyes crinkle with happiness when you whisper out a small “thank you.” 

He raises a hand to brush over the top of your head, making you subconsciously nuzzle into his touch before he instead pulls you into him, your shoulder melding his chest until you can feel his steady heartbeat against your side.

“It is I who should be thanking you, love. The world is a much brighter place when you're around.”

For as long as anyone can remember, Tighnari has been a high achiever. 

↳ Tighnari

He always won the science fair competitions in grade school, was top of his class in high school, and even now works as a teaching assistant for one of the most renowned botany experts in the Akademiya while simultaneously doing his own research and nature conservation volunteer work on the side. Tighnari seems to effortlessly excel in anything he’s interested in.

Therefore, of course, the last person you feel you can share your inabilities with is your lover, one of the most talented students in Sumeru academic history. 

So you keep it inside. 

You try to push through and handle everything on your own until it inevitably spills over and creates such a big mess that you don’t think it’s possible to even fix it. You’re ready to give up—not everyone is cut out for academics and evidently you aren’t either. Your mind is a mess, your body just going through the motions day-by-day as your grades sink lower and lower. 

Some of your closest friends begin to question if you’re okay—you’ve been forgetting even simple things and you never seem to be as excited as you used to be about your favorite bands or fandoms. They ask if you’re depressed, if you want to talk about anything, but you always decline. You lie and say you just haven't been getting much sleep lately. On the contrary, you’ve been doing nothing but sleeping. Coming home from classes and seeing the pile of incomplete assignments waiting stresses you out so you decide to go to bed early most days. 

It’s on a Saturday morning, close to noon, that there’s a loud knock on your door. Despite the high sun, you still lie in bed, unshowered and phasing in and out of restless unconsciousness. 

The first time you try to ignore it, assuming it’s a delivery and that they’ll just leave if they think no one is home. But the knocking is persistent, getting louder and louder until you’re sure your neighbors are going to give you a noise complaint if you don’t hurry and answer it.

Reluctantly, you crawl out of bed, taming your hair into something semi-presentable before shuffling to the door, blanket still wrapped around your shoulders.

It’s to your mild horror that you come face-to-face with your boyfriend, various plastic shopping bags in hand and grinning at you as if you don’t look like absolute death right now.

“Good morning, dear! Are you ready for today’s itinerary?” 

He doesn’t even wait for you to reply before he’s pushing his way through your door, setting the bags down on your kitchen counter and quickly rifling through them as he hums cheerily to himself. 

“We didn’t,” he confirms casually, “but it’s Saturday and someone has been neglecting their health lately,” he shoots you a stern look that makes you flinch before he returns his attention to the bags. 

You’re frozen in shock for a moment before you slowly make your way over, vaguely wondering if you’re actually still asleep and just having another bizarre dream.

“Um, I don’t remember us making plans today,” you start cautiously, watching as he pulls a seasonal fruit platter from one of the bags. 

“So I did some research on the best methods to treat burnout—all peer-reviewed and tested!” 

He looks a bit too proud of himself for you to even think of protesting and so you obediently allow yourself to be led to the sofa before Tighnari fusses around, lighting a few lavender and rosemary scented candles—all picked and dried from his personal garden, he excitedly tells you—before he places the tray of fruits in your lap and connects his laptop to your TV. 

He puts on a show he knows you love—something you haven’t kept up with in the past few weeks, and flops down beside you before pulling you into his arms.

It’s not until you’re both halfway through the second episode that you gain enough courage to swallow down a slice of fruit and ask your boyfriend why he went through the hassle to do all of this.

“Because you needed it. You were clearly stressed and burned out—and as intelligent as you are, no one can perform their best when they aren’t properly rested.”

He presses a chaste peck to the top of your head that sends your stomach into a flurry. 

You aren’t sure if there are enough words in the universe to properly convey how thankful you are to have Tighnari in your life at the moment so you don’t even try. 

Instead, you duck down and nuzzle your head into his warm chest as the soft fragrance of lavender and low tones of your favorite TV show relax your mind for the first time in nearly a month. 

↳ Xiao

If there is anyone who understands being hard on yourself and feeling like nothing you do is ever good enough, it's this man. 

Xiao had seemed to dedicate his entire life to his mentor, the man who he claims saved him from destruction in his abusive household. Since being offered an internship at Zhongli’s tattoo shop, Xiao had worked relentlessly on perfecting his designs and needlework. Regardless of how many times Zhongli told Xiao he was already well on his way to surpassing even Zhongli himself, Xiao always only found faults in his work and continued to overwork himself in his own attempt to repay Zhongli for his kindness. It was you who saved him from his own self-destruction when you taught him to take care of himself and convinced him that he was worthy of happiness. 

So when he realized that you—the one who kept him sane when his miasma of dark thoughts seemed too strong to bare—were destroying yourself, he was understandably a bit pissed off.

Honestly, he didn’t even notice at first. You had always been dedicated to your studies, which he admired, so he didn’t think much of it when you would occasionally turn down his invitations to hang out when he was free from work. It was only when you started missing your weekly date nights that he grew concerned—and even then, rather than thinking anything was wrong with you, he assumed it was because of him. The darkness in his mind told him you were finally sick of him. You had finally realized how worthless he truly was, how he would bring you nothing but pain if you continue associating with him, and were starting to protect yourself from him. He told himself it was for the best—it was selfish of him to ever try to keep something as good and pure as you in his life in the first place….

But he wasn't that strong. The thought of going back to a life without you proved too painful to bear. He found himself at your door one late afternoon after you’d rejected his offer to hang out for the umpteenth time. His heart was hammering in his chest as he anxiously imagined what exactly you would say to him but he knocked on your door anyway, patiently waiting for you to open it.

He was in the midst of imagining your face morphed into an expression of disgust and telling him to “fuck off” for the third time when you finally opened the door and effectively halted all of his dark thoughts. Far from disgust, he only saw misery in your expression as you tiredly looked up at him, droopy eyes slightly widened in obvious surprise to see him. 

“Xiao? What are you doing here,” you croak out, voice slightly raspy as if you hadn’ spoken to anyone all day. 

‘You probably hadn’t,’ he realizes with a growing sense of panic.

“I’m sorry but I really can’t hang out tonight. I have a report due Thursday and…”

Your brows are knit in genuine apology as you explain yourself. He watches in realtime as your expression grows more and more hopeless as you continue to list out all of the reasons you can’t spend time with him. It begins to feel like you’re talking to yourself rather than him as you drone on about all the deadlines, all the responsibilities,  all the expectations—

That’s when Xiao’s brain seems to finally start working again and, as always, the first emotion he is truly able to recognize is anger. Your words are cut short when Xiao bullies you into your small apartment, absently closing the door behind himself before he’s firmly ushering you into your bedroom. Protests fall from your lips the whole way but Xiao is having none of it and, before you know it, you find yourself cuddled up against your many pillows and plushies in bed with a thick, warm blanket swaddled around your body. Your study materials are abandoned on your desk nearby. 

Xiao himself quickly ducks out of the room followed by the familiar metallic clanking of dishes in the kitchen. In less than ten minutes—just enough time for your frazzled brain to quiet down just a bit—he’s back, carrying a bowl of something that steams and fills your senses with a familiar scent that makes your mouth water. 

He sets the dish on your bedside table somewhat sheepishly before announcing he tried his best to make your favorite with his limited cooking skills. You consider telling him he could have literally given you a slice of stale bread and you’d be happy just cause it was from him but you refrain, instead taking an eager mouthful—”hey, be careful. It’s still hot…”—and being pleasantly surprised by how he managed to make the cheap, packaged ingredients from the back of your freezer so palatable. 

While you tuck into your first real meal of the day, Xiao hesitantly settles in beside you, sitting stiffly on the bed just close enough for you to feel his body heat but not enough to be touching. 

Despite his silence, you can feel the obvious tension radiating from him but before you can ask him what’s wrong he beats you to it. 

“You need to take better care of yourself,” he starts, voice sharp. 

You can already feel the scolding coming and you mentally prepare yourself for another ten minutes of criticism. It seems the only time Xiao has a lot to say it’s when he’s reprimanding someone—usually you for being a bit too audacious for your own good at times. 

To your surprise though, his tone shifts into something much softer as he pointedly avoids your gaze, staring down at one of your pillows in his lap with an almost shy expression. 

“I know school is important to you but…your health is important to me so please don’t overwork yourself.”

Something in your chest squeezes but you decide to spare him of the squeals and pinching of his steadily reddening cheeks that you’re tempted to inflict upon him—not that it matters much when you’re grinning so hard your cheeks ache. 

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[rhenuvee]

All Weather Beauty [Kazuha x reader]

A/N: Are we all in agreement that drunk Kazuha was the best thing that happened in 2.8? CAN I GET AN AMEN (esp in EN)..you can clearly see how long I’ve been holding onto this draft for 

Warnings: reader has hair, cliche trope(?), drunk(?) Kazu, Kazuha being a simp for you + cheeky (ooc? but then what are you doing here if not for that?)

Genre: Fluff | pining

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“(Y/n), you dropped this.” It was a windy day, also known as not a good day to be out delivering letters and holding a crate full of groceries and ingredients. As if that wasn’t already an inconvenience, the voice happened to come from the wandering samurai Kazuha. 

You remember first meeting Kazuha. You made a delivery to the Crux, and they pulled you aside from your duties and take a break by watching another of her championship-festival things. After watching for a few minutes, you noticed there was a bright scarlet colour in the corner of your eye, almost like it was wanting you to notice it. Then you saw him. His head turning ever so slowly towards your direction as he sat atop a large rock nearby. You stared helplessly as his eyes found yours, and then he smiled- oh you were definitely in trouble.

A while later, during a mini break the boy with Inazuman looking clothes approached you and introduced himself, and you did the same. You both mostly asked about Inazuma since you’ve never been there. He politely asked what you did, and when you told him it wasn’t much compared to him, he chuckled and dismissed it saying he was just a “mere wanderer”. “Mere wanderer” your butt. 

The worst part was, though you made light jokes about your ordinary life, he seemed so genuine in reassuring you that he found you quite interesting. It’s just a compliment, you had to mentally tell yourself... but the gentle tone of voice he used- it made you feel much different. Ever since then, whenever you passed by you’d say hello, but most of that time the “hello” would become a whole hangout day with him.

“Oh! Kazuha hi! Thanks for picking that up!” you say hurriedly. You curse yourself for not fixing your wind-blown self before running into him. 

“No worries. Where are you off to?” he asks.

“Deliveries again. Right now I’m heading to Bubu Pharmacy to pick of some medicine for someone at Qingce Village.” 

“I see.” he says as he hands you back the piece of paper that fell out.

“Sorry I probably look a little silly with how the weather is right now.” you say sweat-dropping as you try using your knee to kick the crate to hold it better.

“No worries, that happens to me when I’m on Beidou’s ship.” he smiles reassuring you. There was a small silence until he gestured to you. “May I?” 

You thought he was going to fix the papers in your satchel for you, but instead his hand went towards your scarf and wrapped it around your neck better. Then he reached to your head and smoothed the bunches of hair that flew the wrong way in the wind. Before you could utter out any words as a result of his unintentional flustering, he makes you short circuit even more.

“If you’re not busy after that, I was wondering if you’d like to accompany me and have a meal together later today? I can also bring my zither, I think I can play that song finally.” he asks. Sometimes you wonder how he can ask these things without a hint of nerves in his expression. You however- yeah...

“Oh! Yeah! Of course!” you say a little too excitedly. You’re more in awe that he asked you that in the first place. 

“Great, I’ll see you then.” he says giving a wave and walking off into the distance. With your heart beating super fast, you suddenly felt like you could make all the deliveries within a minute. 

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“You’ve been playing that zither quite a bit this past week.” Beidou says approaching Kazuha while on the Alcor. Kazuha hums in response, one leg dangling from where he was sitting.

“Yes, I’ve been wanting to show my friend this instrument. They’ve asked me about it, so I want to play a song for them as well.” he says watching himself pluck the strings.

“Hmm. This friend you keep speaking of... you seem to be seeing them a lot.” inquired Beidou. From her perspective, it seemed that every week Kazuha was doing a little show-and-tell for this friend. How to make music by blowing on a leaf, making his special dish he called “All Weather Beauty”, and now the zither.

“They’re a very kind-hearted person. I enjoy their presence, it makes me feel warm, like when I start adventuring to a new place.” Kazuha says almost absentmindedly while still plucking the strings. Beidou immediately smirks when he says this, and it feels as Kazuha could see it from the corner of his eye, as he finally looked up from the instrument.

“So you like them.” she says with emphasis on the “like” in order for him to know exactly what she’s referring to. Kazuha was about to stutter out an answer, but quickly stopped himself and sighed. Nothing gets past Captain Beidou. He’s embarrassed to admit the romantic feelings for the first time in front of someone. Beidou is also older than him, so he does feel a little shy.

“I- yes...” he manages to get out. He says this quietly while closing his eyes, not wanting to look at Beidou in the eye straight away. 

“Well Romeo, armed with your zither, some poetic words and a nice sunset view from a cliff near the harbour, nows your chance!” Beidou says teasingly, though she does mean it seriously. Kazuha chuckles awkwardly, groaning at Beidou’s words.

“I’m not sure if they like me in that way.” he says in a neutral tone, but he felt nervous on the inside. Even Beidou is surprised at this, and her eyes become wide for a second. Kazuha’s personality was always the opposite: calm, collected. She realizes that it’s serious- not that it never was, but she could see in Kazuha’s eyes he was showing his vulnerability, which made her confirm that he truly admires this person. 

Unfortunately, Beidou starts having doubts herself. She usually doesn’t deal with romantic things herself. How do you find out if the other person likes you or not? She hopes he can somehow draw inspiration from her words of encouragement instead.

“Hey, Kazuha you’re a great guy you know?” she says softheartedly while approaching him closer. “I’m sure they’ll appreciate your gestures. And look- the important thing is you have a good time right?” Kazuha smiles, his heart calming down from Beidou’s reassurance. “Besides, if you really wanted to tell them you like them but couldn’t- you could just drink one of those cocktails!” Beidou laughs while Kazuha facepalms... and she’s back, he thinks. 

Xinyan ended up telling Beidou about their journey to the islands, and how she ran into him in the first place... and the fruity cocktail part which made tears roll down her eyes. Kazuha sighs, and stands up to start taking his leave to meet up with you.

“Thank you Beidou.”

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You wait for Kazuha on a beach where you could still see the city. He arrives waving to you with one hand, and carrying his zither in the other. 

“Hi Kazuha!” you say ushering him to sit on the blanket you brought to sit upon the sand and grass. He smiles and sits down. 

“Hi (y/n).” he greets. 

You both continue catching up with each other, describing in great detail of your adventures and interesting stories while sharing a meal. He played the zither as promised. You’ve never heard a song on the zither before, so it was cool hearing something new. And of course, Kazuha never fails to impress you.

“That was beautiful Kazuha.” you say after he finishes the song.

“Thank you. I’m glad you liked it.” he says. There was a brief moment in which you were staring at each other, but then you quickly turned away due to hide your embarrassment. “I’m a little thirsty, but I forgot to bring drinks. Would you like me to get some?” he asks. 

“That’d be nice, thank you.” you replied. He nods and gets up to go get drinks for you both. You exhale- finally being able to breathe after having one flustering moment after the other. But you couldn’t deny that you were having a great time with Kazuha. You loved the times when you bumped into him in Liyue, but now you got to sit down and properly talk and enjoy food and music.

“I’m back.” he announces handing you your drink. “Sorry if I took a long time, but I tried being quick so I took something off from Beidou.” 

“It’s ok, I’m not picky with drinks.” you say. With that, you both quench your thirst by sipping the fruit drink. It was sweet but not overpowering. You put the bottle beside you then looked out into the distance of the sea. 

“(Y-Y/n)...?” Kazuha calls. Except you come to realize that something’s off.

“Kazuha are you oka-” he interrupts your question as his head falls on your shoulder with a thump and you put both your hands on the side of his arms to steady himself. This answered your question well enough. 

“(Y/nnn)...” he slurs as his half-lidded eyes look into your own. He’s drunk, you panic. Wait- but the drinks weren’t alcoholic you thought. At least yours wasn’t. It didn’t have that sting that alcohol usually had. But now that you think about it his could have been different... he did say it was from Beidou after all so it could’ve gotten mixed up. 

“Um Kazuha...” your thoughts are frantic as you think of what to do. You didn’t really have any water to help, so you thought carrying him to the dock near where The Alcor was. Hopefully Beidou or someone you knew would be nearby. “Let’s get you up.” you say grabbing his arm and wrapping it around your shoulder.

“Mmn- moreeee...” he says reaching in the direction of the drink. You had to carry him away as he kept spouting nonsense. You had no idea Kazuha would become this type of drunk. However you couldn’t deny it was kind of cute. “(Y/nnnn)... so prettyyy...” he giggles dragging a figure attempting to boop your nose, but missing and booping your cheek instead. 

“I like you...” Kazuha has been saying just about everything in your book of things you’d never think he’d say. But this in particular made your heart stop. They say drunk words were sober thoughts, but you couldn’t help but think it would be too good to be true. “So so so so so so soooo much...” 

“If you weren’t tipsy I’d probably accept that... because I like you too.” you whisper to yourself getting quieter.

“...really?” Kazuha slurs. You whip your head to Kazuha, surprised that he heard you. However you were relieved that maybe he wasn’t thinking clearly since he was busy admiring a pebble on the ground. You chuckle a little for being able to have a conversation for this long with a drunk person.

“Y-yeah...” you finally sigh. The dock was finally coming into view.

“...” You feel the weight on your shoulder disappear and you stop walking to turn to look Kazuha in the eye. Kazuha’s expression changes, from a once clumsy and doe-eyed to now smiling awkwardly.

“I’m not tipsy.” 

You go wide-eyed, instantly having a million thoughts running through your mind. You could tell that he was not joking and indeed not tipsy, making you get hot from the embarrassment since you basically confessed. “And I like you too.”

“K-Kazuha!” you exclaim flinching a little. He chuckles apologetically, then extending out his hand towards you- a familiar gesture. But this time you don’t misunderstand it. 

“May I?” he whispers cupping your cheek and slowly getting closer towards you. You give a small nod before he finally closes the gap and you both slot your lips together. You were so close to Kazuha, you could smell his faint scent of the breeze. This was your first time kissing someone- and with Kazuha. Each little smooch made your heart race faster and faster.

Your noses bumped accidentally and you could feel Kazuha giggle a little from the slight vibrations, making you flustered and detaching yourself from him. You both catch your breath before laughing to ease the tension. 

“I sincerely apologize (y/n). I didn’t mean to startle you but I got nervous and I ended up following a crazy idea Beidou had. But I meant what I said, I do like you a lot.” Kazuha confesses. 

“I like you too!” you blurt out, not knowing how to respond.

“Yes, I figured.” he chuckles as you facepalm immediately coming to realization that you already said that. 

“I’ll see you around (y/n).” he says keeping eye contact with you as he takes your hand and kisses your knuckles. 

He was a mere wanderer, but maybe he could stay in Liyue for a bit longer. Besides, after the stunt he just pulled he does feel like he owes you another date. 

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Alternatively titled: Kazuha challenges Alhaitham for his Oscar fanonically

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[genshinimpactlife]

Hi! May i request headcannons about Kazuha with a quiet but clingy s/o? Like theyre usually in the background being a wallflower but when kazuha steps in the room s/o just clings to him, ofcourse reader gives him space and stuff but they will attach themselves to him whenever given the go ahead <3 Take your time!! Your health and life comes first before these reqs!

Clingy Reader headcanons

Kazuha doesn't have a problem with his S/O being clingy at all. He finds it cute.

He expects that the moment he sees them, they will be right by his side.

Always holding your hand if you're not clinging to him one way or another. It has become a comfort for him as well.

He immediately shuts down anyone who tries to comment about you being clingy.

He tries to help bring you out of your shell and be less of a wallflower, but he never forces you into something you don't want to do.

When the two of you are alone, it's cuddle central. He's always holding you, whispering sweet I love yous.

Sometimes he will pull you into his lap if you are in a relaxed environment with his arms around you to keep you close.

He sometimes teases you about how much you want his affection, but it's all in good fun.

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[n0tamused]

Hello, I have a request for Kazuha, idk if you write for him or not so if you don’t then feel free to ignore this, it can be a drabble or headcanons. Ok so you know how Kazuha had bandages on his hands? Do you think he’d let his S/O draw on them? Because I really want to draw dinosaurs on them. And if he did let you draw on his bandages, how would that interaction go? Basically just headcanons or a drabble where the reader asks Kazuha to draw on his bandaids and draws little dinosaurs if he lets them. That’s all, thank you for your time.

A/n: Hello! Thank you for your request. I did this one really quickly, it's such a sweet idea. This is my first time writing for Kazuha, however, so I do hope it turned out well enough <3 Enjoy. (Also, quick question, but if I opened up writing commissions, would anyone be interested?)

Genre: fluff, drabble

Word count: 462

Pairings: Kazuha x GN Reader,can be read as platonic too

“Please, hold still…” your voice calls out with a huff from your nose which is met with an amused chuckle. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to move so abruptly.. I hope I didn’t ruin your lines?” - Kazuha asked with care, tender tones of his smooth voice flowing in the breeze and quenching the small flick of irritation caught on from the stubborn bandages bleeding ink all over. Kazuha held a thin end of the bandage to tighten your canvas, aiding you in your persistent wish, all while he leaned back against the wooden wall of the sleeping ship. The salt air of Inazuma was peculiar, and familiar to you both - with a small swoosh of chattering treetops from the far shore, and the licking of languid waves at the hull of the Crux. 

“It’s alright- I can still save this one. Just  extend your hand over here so I can see it a bit better. Thank you-” you continuously mumbled, still thinking about the first lines of a dinosaur that turned out too oval when the ink bled out, it looked like a balloon, and the next one looked less of a dinosaur and more of a horse - but this one, yes, this one was the one.. You could see it under the combined light of the golden lamp and the silver rays of the moon above. Kazuha could only smile and chuckle, making a great effort to stay as still as a rock. The gentle smile was full of affection as he watched you, paying you much more attention than the little doodles you were leaving across his arms. He knew of their value, and how much he would cherish them until the ink was washed away with time, but right now, you were the most important thing of all.

“If you need some of my advice, I think this one could use a longer tail?” He suggested softly, carefully lifting his other arm that was still devoid of your little talent, and pointed at the dinosaur you were occupied at the moment with. ”And, perhaps, instead of drawing detailed eyes, just draw them closed? That way, if it ends up bleeding out, it won’t fuse with the rest of the body?”

You nod, without giving further response and do as he suggested, smiling when the tip paid of a million, and Kazuha’s own smile could only spread further across his cheeks until his eyes crinkled with mirth.  With the hand he pointed with, he brushed hairs from your eyes that went astray, pinning them behind your ear with a hum.

There were several hours of night ahead, but he knew he would wish there were a couple of more, just so he could have his peace with you like this.

Ⓒ n0tamused. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

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[angelicizedeve]

‧₊˚. ༘ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐩 .♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ

feat. kazuha

synopsis: while working at a popular bakery cafe named "the cherry on top", a frequent customer catches your eye...

genre: fluff

notes: heyy!! here's a little valentines day gift for you guys <3. also, let's just pretend that your university requires uniforms LMAO. thank you for reading !

♡ the bakery has a charming exterior, with its dusty pink walls, red and white striped awnings, and fairy lights strung outside the large windows. There are some sweet flowers and silk flowers planted outside the french doors and all along the windowsills.

♡ the bakery is quite popular for its study-friendly environment and delicious products, especially the salted caramel cinnamon buns. you had made them with the chefs on one of your off days and now it's a bestseller!

♡ so, you’re chatting with your friend and taking their order, as you usually do.

“yeah, i still have a ton of homework to do.”

you glanced over the counter as more customers lined up.

“okay, you better get going.”

your friend nods and waves goodbye. you barely look up from your cash register before saying your usual “hi there! what can i get for you?”.

“hmm, what would you recommend?” says a smooth voice.

your eyes shoot up to see a guy around your age. he has white locks of hair with a red streak that’s tied back into a loose ponytail, some strands escaping and framing his face. he carryies a bookbag and still has his uniform on, and you can see that he attends the same university you go to. a small smile adorns his features.

“um..maybe the salted caramel buns? i mean, they must be popular for a reason.” you blurt.

he nods.

“sure, i’ll have one with a vanilla latte.”

you send the order off and help the next customer, but your mind cant shake the interaction.

♡ the mysterious man starts to frequently visit the cafe, nearly everyday. eventually you asked him if he’d like to make an account so that he can save money.

he laughed and replied, “i already have an account. it’s under the name, 'kaedahara kazuha'.”

“oh! had i known i would’ve put that in so you’d spend less.” you said sheepishly.

“not to worry, i’m fine with giving a few extra dollars.” he said with a shrug and a smile.

“so, the usual today?” you asked, like you do everyday.

“sure. but…would you like to join me today?”

your eyebrows raised at this pleasant surprise. you glanced at the clock behind him.

“sure, my break is in like, five minutes anyways.”

kazuha nodded. “okay, then i’ll have two cinnamon buns today.”

a smile slowly spilled onto your lips.

♡ after tossing your apron in your locker, you headed to the table where kazuha was sitting. the two of you chatted as you ate the treats he had purchased.

♡ when your break was coming to an end, kazuha handed you a small note.

“here’s my number. call me, yeah?”

he smiled and waved before exiting the cafe.

i suppose “the cherry on top” was a fitting name for where you worked, because this really was the cherry on top.

© 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘇𝗲𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗲𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯

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[captaincryolicious]

haiku boy

kazuha x gn!reader

summary ; you keep finding little haikus on your paper cup of coffee

format ; oneshot – 2.8k words

cw ; fluff, pining, modern au

zep's note ; it's been weeks since i posted and this isn't my best work but i just really wanted to write something yk. i might write a little follow-up to this but it depends

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Vibrant red maple leaves whirled around you in their descent from the tall trees along the road, caught in the crisp autumn breeze that sent a shiver down your spine. You hurried over the sidewalk, tightening your scarf in an attempt to block out the cold. Fall had arrived with a chilly wind and fluttering leaves in a myriad of colors.

The sky was packed with a deck of gray clouds, and small droplets had started to drizzle down. You picked up your pace, deciding against walking all the way home as the rain began to fall because your coat didn't have a hood nor did you bring an umbrella with you. Instead, you chose to visit a small coffee shop you spotted across the street. As much as you loved autumn, you weren't a fan of the rain that often came with it. You'd have to seek shelter there, waiting for the rain to stop.

A small bell above the door chimed softly as you entered, and the aroma of coffee greeted you. The interior looked cozy and welcoming, but fortunately it wasn't overly crowded. There were a few other customers seated, some chatting softly and others quietly doing some work on their laptops. Your eyes found a seat in the corner of the little coffee shop that looked especially inviting to you, and you made a mental note to sit over there after placing your order.

With your eyes on the menu, you walked up to the counter. A warm drink sounded really good right now, after exposing yourself to the chilly autumn air for quite some time. You felt a little hungry, too, so you'd definitely go for a dessert as well.

There were multiple employees behind the counter, and they shared a laugh together. You had to wait a moment before one of them noticed you. The laughter ceased and a guy with hair as pale as the moon walked over to greet you.

     "Hello," he said with a friendly smile. "What can I get you?"

His gentle ruby eyes met yours, and time drew to a halt for a moment. His smile grew as he took in your features, and the cold that had bitten your cheeks outside was replaced by a warm blush. He was pretty, and the streak of red in his pale hair reminded you of the maple leaves that darted around in the crisp autumn breeze.

You couldn't help but smile back – albeit a bit shyly. He had such a gentle aura about him, and it warmed you with just a single glance. You had no idea for how long you stood there staring at each other, but a wave of teasing laughter from the guy's co-workers shook you both from your little daze.

     "Uhm, hi," you awkwardly greeted him. "I'd like a maple syrup latte and a strawberry cheesecake please."

     "Alright, coming right up," the male behind the counter nodded, grabbing a paper cup and a marker and scribbling your order on the cup. Then his ruby eyes flickered to meet yours again. "What's your name?"

     "Y/N," you answered.

He nodded again, now writing your name on the paper cup as well. Then he put down the marker, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear, still smiling at you kindly. You weren't going to lie, the guy's entire demeanor awakened butterflies in your stomach and the way he smiled at you only made it worse.

     "It will be ready shortly," he promised.

You took off to your desired seat, still blushing furiously. Your hands were still cold from outside, and you brought them up to cup your cheeks in order to cool them a little. Oh goodness, that guy was super pretty! You had wandered into the right coffee shop at the right time, or so it seemed. You shook off your coat and placed it over the vacant chair next to you and got comfortable in the little corner of the shop, waiting for your order. You tried not to give in, but you couldn't help but glance over to the counter the entire time, just to watch the pretty boy prepare your order skillfully. Once, you caught him looking at you too, and you never averted your gaze so quickly, another furious blush spreading across your cheeks.

You weren't ready for the moment he walked towards your table, and your heart was hammering in your ribcage as he approached you, a paper cup and a small plate in his hands.

     "There you go," he said, placing the items in front of you on the table. You noticed how he wasn't looking at you, his ruby eyes darting away from you instead. His parting smile was a little nervous, and then he headed back to the counter again.

It didn't make much sense to you why he was acting like that, but you felt as fidgety as he had appeared. In order to offer yourself some distraction, you reached for the paper cup that held your hot drink. Curious about his handwriting, you held it in a manner that revealed your name scribbled neatly in black letters. But there was more. There, below your name, was a hastily written message.

     Autumn day so cold

     You came in, lit up a spark

     Warmth that came with you

With widened eyes, you stared at the haiku on your cup of coffee, your heart beating frantically as you let the words sink in. He wrote you a little poem? Your eyes searched for him behind the counter, and you found him standing with his back towards you. Did he do that for all his customers, or were you special? You didn't dare to assume the latter, but you found yourself secretly hoping so. But you shrugged it off, maybe it was the policy of this coffee shop? That probably wasn't the case, you realized. If it was, it would be advertised.

You kept checking, but the boy didn't glance in your direction again, but you were kind of grateful for that. You wouldn't know what to do with yourself if your gazes would lock, not after he wrote you a haiku. What did it even mean? You read it over and over. Did he mean that you warmed up this cold autumn day for him? If that was the case, this was an adorable way of letting you know. You smiled softly, silently thanking the guy behind the counter. Whatever his intention was with his little poem, it surely brightened your day.

After the initial shock wore off, you enjoyed your hot drink while mindlessly scrolling through your phone. The slice of cheesecake was long gone – and it had tasted amazing. A glance outside told you that the rain had stopped, and it was time for you to leave. You'd spend around forty-five minutes inside the cozy little coffee shop, sipping your coffee and sneaking glances at the beautiful male behind the counter.

He didn't look back once, but you knew it wasn't because he didn't care – why else would he write you a haiku? But then what was it? Was he simply being shy?

As you got up and collected your belongings, you carefully stuffed the now empty paper cup in your bag. There was no way you were going to toss it away, not when it had a haiku written on it, all for you.

You lowered your pace when you walked past the counter on your way out. From the corner of your eye, you saw one of the guys nudging the haiku boy's arm, and he finally turned to look at you. His ruby eyes sparkled as he offered you a kind yet bashful smile.

     "Please come again," he said.

You smiled back before turning away and burying your chin in the collar of your coat to prepare for the outside cold. Oh, you definitely would. Of course you'd come back.

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The second time you visited the coffee shop was exactly a week later. It was your day off, and what better way was there to spend it than to look out for that pretty guy again? You really hoped that he would be working today, or you'd feel pretty bummed. Because of that and various other reasons, you felt slightly nervous as you headed to the little shop. In your mind you were busy making up scenarios. If he was there today, then what?

You had no idea what to expect.

This time, the maple leaves that fluttered down from the branches reminded you of him, and you realized the impact he already had on you. You could vividly recall his gentle ruby eyes, his kind smile, the streak of red in his pale hair. Your heartbeat picked up as the coffee shop came in sight. You really wanted to see him again, even though your interactions would only be brief and limited.

The bell above the door rang excitedly as you stepped inside. Given the time of the day, it was once again fairly quiet in the little shop. But you barely acknowledged the people present, and your eyes sought only one person. He was there, behind the counter, rinsing the dishes while talking to another guy. But upon the chime of the bell he glanced up, his ruby gaze finding you. A blinding smile fell upon his lips, and he shook droplets of water off his hands before reaching for a towel.

     "Hi, welcome," he greeted you, wiping the remnants of wetness off his hands using his apron.

His smile held so much more than a professional warmth, and you couldn't help but smile back widely. You were relieved to find him there again, with his kind demeanor that made you feel all warm and giddy on the inside.

     "Hey," you greeted back.

     "Same as the last time?" he asked, and you nodded.

Feeling as if you were afloat after witnessing such a soft and gentle smile, you made your way to the seat where you previously sat, now dubbing it as your usual seat. You discreetly watched how the pretty male was preparing your order, and your breath stilled for a moment when he so obviously started writing something onto your paper cup.

You hastily pretended to be looking at your phone when he started making his way over to where you were seated, acting as if you hadn't been observing him quietly. The pretty boy inched closer to your table, holding a paper cup and a plate of cheesecake. Offering you a smile, he placed the items in front of you.

    "Enjoy, Y/N," he said, boldly adding your name.

It had you blushing slightly, for the way his name of his tongue was smooth and gentle and very enjoyable in his soft and sweet voice. You wanted him to speak your name more often.

     "Thanks," you replied, reciprocating the smile.

As he walked away, you curiously turned the paper cup around and saw another haiku scribbled down on the side. Your eyes took in the words, and they widened your smile.

     You came in again

     Sparked delight within me

     Your beautiful smile

Your hand flew to your mouth to keep a small squeal from escaping. It was such a sweet message, and you felt warmth blossom in your chest – along with a swarm of butterflies that woke in the pit of your stomach. But along with the giddy feeling also came questions, one more prominently present than the others; was the haiku boy flirting with you through his little poems? You read the three little lines again, only now noticing a little signature below the final words.

Kazuha.

Curiously, you glanced up and found the male behind the counter. Your eyes met his gentle ruby ones, and you broke into a smile. So Kazuha was his name, huh? Knowing his name brought you a sense of happiness, you came to notice. Kazuha was such a pretty name, it really suited him.

You drank your coffee in silence, taking small bites of your cheesecake in the meantime. Again it wasn't too crowded in the little coffee shop, and you enjoyed the peaceful vibe – even more so because of all the shared glances with Kazuha. You felt butterflies flutter in your tummy every time your eyes would meet, mostly because you could only interpret his haikus as a – very successful – attempt to flirt.

Now you were pondering on what to do. Talk to him before leaving, or chicken out and leave the coffee shop silently? You weren't sure what to do. The idea of talking to him made you nervous but you also didn't want to give him the idea that you weren't interested. Because mind you, you definitely were. Kazuha was pretty and he seemed like a very kind person. You would really love to get to know him better.

You made up your mind.

Gathering your courage as you shrugged on your coat, you took in a deep breath. You had to do this. There was no way you were going to miss out on this opportunity. You hesitantly made your way over to the counter. It wasn't the haiku boy who greeted you there, but a male with blonde hair and a headband. He smiled at you knowingly.

     "I assume you are here for our Kazuha?" he guessed.

You nodded shyly, and you saw a hint of smugness seeping into the male's smile before he told you he'd fetch Kazuha for you. He walked off, and you silently watched how he tapped on the pretty boy's shoulder and gestured towards you. It was adorable how Kazuha seemed a little surprised to find you there, requesting to talk to him specifically. But he came to you nonetheless, smiling politely.

     "How can I help you?" he asked formally. He was obviously nervous, which reassured you a little bit. You weren't the only one.

     "Your haikus," you began. "I uh... I wanted to tell you that I really like them... Kazuha." Your words came out hesitantly, and you mentally cursed yourself for not appearing more confident. The boy had made it pretty clear that he was at least interested in you, so you had no reason to be so scared.

     "Really?" he reacted, relief crossing his features. "I'm really glad, Y/N. I simply couldn't help myself when I saw you walking in and had to write them for you. They may not be much, but–"

     "Don't say that," you countered. "They made my cold day a little warmer." You added a smile to your words. "It's such a sweet gesture, thank you for doing that."

Kazuha grinned bashfully, momentarily avoiding your eyes before turning to look at you again. His gaze of soft ruby was so gentle and warm, sweeter even than the haikus he wrote for you. He was a stranger to you still, but you could already tell that this guy was a special one. You kept your gazes locked for what felt like ages, smiling at each other like two idiots.

     "Say, you're going to clog up the line if you're gonna keep staring at each other like that," the blond guy from before interrupted your little moment. "Kazuha, you can take a little break. Go talk to your crush."

He spoke with a teasing grin, and the words reddened Kazuha's cheeks as his eyes strayed away awkwardly. His adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed nervously, but then he straightened his composure and ushered the blond male away.

     "Thanks, Thoma," he muttered, his hands reaching behind his back to untie his apron. "Y/N, may I be so bold to ask you to have a drink with me? It's on the house, of course."

Your heart jumped, and for a moment it was as if you were afloat on cloud nine. Pretty haiku boy asked you to have a drink with you. Wasn't that practically a sort of tiny date? The ideas sent the wave of butterflies ablaze in your stomach, and it took you a second to find the right words.

     "You may," you answered. "I'd say yes."

     "Well then, would you like to have a drink with me?" Kazuha chuckled, visibly relaxing.

     "Yes, I'd love to," you gingerly said.

The pretty guy walked around the counter, joining you as he stood next to you. You felt warm and flustered, now that he was so close to you, without the counter that naturally drove a wedge between you. Honestly, you could barely comprehend what was happening. A week ago you wandered into a random coffee shop to seek shelter from the rain and now you were standing next to one of the employees, ready to have a little date with him. It was funny how things worked out sometimes, wasn't it?

You glanced over at the male next to you, who was talking to the guy named Thoma as he placed your shared order. You felt a wave of appreciation washing over you, while you barely knew the boy standing next to you. But that was the whole point of your little date, right? You couldn't wait to get to know him better.

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[rainswept]

🌙 — of all things ☽  . * ☾

✦  stars above, lull me to sleep. | kaedehara kazuha ✦

☽  . * ☾ — and the same gentle fingers that rip your heartstrings soothe your sobs.

the same kind tongue that whispers saccharine words in your ear delves down your throat and deprives you of air. 

the same white nails are cut to not harm you, yet when forgotten and overgrown, are sharpened on your skin.

it’s a sickly, pretty little thing, love. it’s like how eyes often look better when filled with tears. it’s like a hundred degree fever after experiencing a hundred-and-four. it claws deep inside of you and makes your vessel its home, often an uninvited guest. 

☽  . * ☾

kaedehara kazuha is a gentle soul. his touch is light, as if he is worried you will break and is unwilling to be the one to do so. kaedehara kazuha’s love is soft and wavering. kaedehara kazuha is unlike anything else.

but kaedehara kazuha is tactless. absent, unreliable. of all things, that is his fatal flaw. he is wild and uncaged, and his soul is reliant on wild abandon. kaedehara kazuha cannot love in a stable manner. 

so you sit on atop the crow’s nest. colorful clouds paint the sky, the sunset gleams in his vermillion eyes and reflection of the sea stares back at you through them. he sits beside you, like he always does. so close, but so far. his hand is within a finger’s length of yours. 

the thought is unwanted. 

so you pull your hand, your flesh and bones, mind and body, away. you struggle to pry it from his warmth, but you hate more the idea of giving in. your fingers fiddle with the fabrics loosely framing your skin.

he looks at you as you do, but his eyes quickly avert.

you’ve done this every night for as many as you can remember, the crux fleet bounding about on the wooden decks as the waves shake the rafters and his gaze shakes your heart. you only noticed recently, though.

neither of you speak. the hustle and bustle of the boat is enough to quell the urge, and silences between you two were always comfortable regardless — other than right now.

the sky dances in hues of vermillion and azure, the sun coaxing the clouds to perpetuate its voice one last time. the sea kisses the unseen stars on the horizon, and it longs for the night even as it reflects the sky back at itself. the wind swirls through your throat as you take a sighing breath in and out your mouth. 

he looks over at you. he’s pretty in this light, you think. the way his hair, pure white edges made glow by setting sun, frames his face. how his eyes gleam.

you realize your thoughts with a settling guilt, akin to an iceberg slowly sinking deeper and deeper into rigid depths. your still-beating heart drifts around inside of a hollow, rattling ribcage. it’s loss, you think.

of all things, it’s loss. 

you look at the sky with a gaze that is barely there. you slowly lose touch with the feeling in your body, cold seeping from an internal chill.

it’s loss, as he caresses your skin with such gentle hesitance. it’s loss that plagues your mind as you dance around what you feel, unknowing of its origin. 

it’s loss that lingers in the sun as it clambers to hold on above the water. 

loss is a lifetime of wondering what would of happened; and it’s loss when neither of you choose to speak. 

© 2023 writing is property of rainswept   ─   refrain from plagiarizing, translating, or reposting on other platforms. 

characters and world not owned by rainswept. 

575 words.

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[blu-joons]

When They Get Overly Affectionate When They’re Tired ~ Le Sserafim Reaction

Sakura:

Your smile turned up as you felt an arm drape over your tummy, with a head against your shoulder too. “Hello,” you whispered to your right.

Sakura’s eyes glanced up from where she rested, “your shoulder is my pillow for the foreseeable future,” she informed you with a chuckle.

Your head shook as Sakura made herself nice and comfortable, “I had a feeling that this was coming, you’ve been cuddled up to me for most of the night trying to stay awake.”

“It’s been a long day,” she admitted, “all I’ve thought about is sleep.”

“Go to sleep on me if you want to.”

Sakura’s bright eyes glanced up at you as you spoke, “you don’t want me falling asleep on you, you want to be able to move around and get comfy.”

“I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t want you resting on me,” you insisted in reply, “close your eyes for a while, I’ll be alright.”

“You can shake me if you want me to move Y/N?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be absolutely fine.”

Chaewon:

Your head shook as you stood up from the sofa, with Chaewon following behind you straight away. “I didn’t realise I had a shadow,” you teased.

A giggle came from Chaewon as she rested against your back once you stopped, “I don’t want to be by myself, I want to be with you.”

You could barely move with Chaewon resting against you, “I only came in here to get myself a drink, I would’ve been back in the living room in a matter of moments you know.”

“Moments too long,” she told you, “I just want to rest against you.”

“But now I can’t get my drink Chae.”

A huff came from Chaewon as she stepped back so that you could fill up your glass. “Are you done?” She quizzed as soon as she heard the tap close.

“I’m done,” you laughed, feeling her arms wrap around you before you even managed to finish what you were saying.

“I’m not letting you go for the rest of the night.”

“I know, because you’re super sleepy.”

Yunjin:

Her touch was cold as Yunjin took your hand, beginning to trace against your palm. “Do you want a blanket?” You quizzed, worrying straight away.

Yunjin’s head shook in reply to you, “I don’t need a blanket when I can lay here and use you for warmth instead, you’re much better.”

The feeling of her tickling your palm made it difficult for you not to chuckle, “are you sure that you’re not cold? I mean your hand is pretty chilly right now against mine.”

“Maybe you should hug me,” she suggested, “that’ll warm me up.”

“I would, but you’re holding my hand.”

In an instant, Yunjin let you go so that you could wrap your arm around her. “Now you can give me a proper cuddle,” Yunjin chimed with a giggle.

“You’re so needy when you’re tired,” you commented, feeling Yunjin tug on your arm to move you further around her frame.

“Is it so bad that I like laying beside you so much?”

“No way, I absolutely love it.”

Kazuha:

You could only chuckle as Kazuha reached back for your hand, placing it on top of her head. “What do you want me to do?” You asked, knowing the answer.

An innocent smile appeared on Kazuha’s face as you asked the question. “You know what I want you to do, can you play with my hair for me?”

Within an instant your hand began to brush through the slightly tangled locks of Kazuha’s hair. “You really must be tired for me to play with your hair this early tonight.”

“You have no idea,” she yawned, “I could sleep for years tonight.”

“Your alarm might get in the way.”

A groan came from Kazuha as you reminded her of the constant disturbance in her life. “I’d much rather be woken by you playing with my hair.”

“I wish I could do that for you too,” you smiled back to her, “but there’s no chance I’m getting up as early as you are tomorrow.”

“You’re supposed to love me and be nice to me.”

“I do love you, just not that much.”

Eunchae:

You slowly watched as Eunchae’s head lowered, soon enough finding it resting down in your lap. “Go to sleep,” you whispered as you studied her closely.

Eunchae’s head shook in reply to you as she made herself comfortable, “I don’t want to go to sleep, I want to stay awake and talk to you for a while.”

Your hand came down and rested against her heated cheek, “you lay on my lap when you’re tired, there’s no point staying awake and tormenting yourself for a little while.”

“I’m fine,” she assured you, “I’m much more comfortable now.”

“Not too comfortable I hope?”

Her head carried on shaking, “I’m not going to fall asleep Y/N, I know you’re worried about me but I’ve stayed awake much longer than this before.”

“If you close your eyes, I must win something,” you suggested, “surely we could make a bet out of this now you’ve said that.”

“You’re on, loser pays for dinner tomorrow night?”

“You’re on, now try and fall asleep.”

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[fabraies]

good, bad, ugly

original ask: hii! 💒 anon here <3 can u do kazuha x flreader? :3 college au, reader is his roommate hehe, kazuha x fem!reader, fluff, angst repost from @ningningification

“What !?”

“We’re very sorry. If it makes you feel better, he’s a very quiet person, and knows how to cook. We don’t typically allow mixed gender dorms but we don’t have any other left.” The assistant at the desk desperately tries to calm you down. Her attempts are only in vain however, as you continue to rant about this whole situation.

“I applied for a room for myself 3 months in advance, as soon as I got my acceptance letter! I can even show you the confirmation e-mail I got! This has to be some sort of mistake, I—“ your cheeks feel hot and you feel like crying from all the frustration. You did not spend months on constant lookout for an available solo room just for it to snooped from under your nose the moment you were about to move in.

The poor assistant repeats what she’s been repeating for the past 10 minutes, that the boy you’re supposed to room with isn’t all that bad, and is actually a very smart and educated student, with whom she is sure you will be “excellent friends” with.

Yeah, right. As if. Except you don’t care if he’s nice and well-behaved, you just want a room for yourself. Specifically the one you have booked. You’ve tried asking her a million times why on earth the room you’ve been assigned to wasn’t available anymore, but her only answers seem to be that “all the rooms are full until the following year”. Realising that telling her this just isn’t possible won’t solve anything,

“I’ll call my father real quick, I need to sort some things out” you inform the woman at the desk and step away. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice that she seems rather happy to finally catch a break from this whole ordeal. As mad as you are, you can’t blame her. Your phone rings, and you can hear your dad picking up. “Oh, hey y/n. Already moved everything in?”

“No. Actually, I didn’t even move anything at all since you left. I have a huge problem. I’m not kidding. I feel like suing the school. I wholeheartedly cannot believe how a school with this kind of reputation could ever fuck up this—“

“Woah, woah. Rewind. First of all, we’re not suing anybody. Your tuition is already costing me and your mother enough. Second of all, not moved anything? Huge problem? Just go through everything calmly before going on a rampage honey.”

You take a deep breath, and start again.

“The lady at the desk told me there was some problem and my room isn’t available anymore. The only dorm left is one for two people; which, no, I wouldn’t mind, but they want me to room with a boy, dad! Please just, help me out!”

On the other end, you can hear your father sigh, “Look, if it’s not there anymore, there’s not much we can do. I understand this looks sketchy sweetheart but, tell you what, you suck it up for one semester and we’ll try to do something about it for the second. How’s that sound?”

You huff. It’s better than nothing, but a whole semester? This roommate of yours better be just as quiet as the lady promised you. “Ugh. ‘S not the best but.. I guess that’ll do. But promise me you’ll do your best for second semester. Please.”

“C’mon [y/n]! Of course we will! Just put on your big girl pants for now and this’ll be over before you can even say ‘roommate’. Okay?”

You thank him, and hang up. As you walk back to the front desk, the lady looks up at you in slight fear of another soap-opera-worthy scene. Luckily for her, you’ve had just about enough this afternoon, and you just want to move in your damned stuff.

“I’ll take it. The room, I mean.” The lady, whose name tag reads ‘Ningguang’ lets out a sigh of relief and beams at your simultaneously as she leaves to go get your key. She hands it to you all the while giving out instructions and what to expect during your on campus experience. Once she’s done, you apologise for the mess and thank her.

Well, I’m alone now. Ningguang left for a coffee a few moments earlier and you’ve been trying to find the most efficient way to move your belongings up to your dorm for the past 10 minutes. Not that anything had come to you during this time.

“I’m sorry, but uh.. You’ve been standing here for a very long time and I was just wondering if perhaps you.. might need any help? It’s just, you’ve kind of been staring off into space and there’s a lot of stuff around you -which I’m assuming is yours- so I couldn’t help but wonder if you’re moving into the dorms as well, so I thought that you might want a few helping hands to get all that up and also because first years gotta stick together, right?”

The girl in question is quite an eyesore. She’s got two spikey pigtails at the side of her head with random streaks of color, and her clothes suggest that she’s heading out to a metal festival. She’s looking up at you, awaiting your answer.

“Uh.. yeah, sure. I guess some help would be nice.” You let out and awkward laugh, uncharacteristically so. You’ve never had a hard time making friends, but for some reason, you’ve struggled a lot over the course of the last few days.

“Awesome! I’m Xinyan by the way. With an x. Room 416. You?”

“[y/n]. I’m uh..” you fumble your bag, get a hold of your keys and squint your eyes “uh.. right next to you I think. 415.”

“Really? That’s great! That means we can use the shortcut!”

“Shortcut?”

“Yeah, follow me, it’s a game-changer. Will get all your things up in 20 minutes, tops. Also, we can get to meet your roommate together!”

“How did you know I had a roommate?” You quirk an eyebrow.

“Got a sneak peak of your room while I was walking past. I saw two beds, so I figured it out.”

—

A few minutes later, you could confirm that the mysterious shortcut most definitely was a game-changer. Xinyan had left some time ago, something about books, and you were left to wonder alone on your dorms inviting flooring. You look over to the other bed and think, this’ll all be over in one semester. In just 15 weeks’ time, you’ll be out and ready to move in into your new dorm, alone. Sure, Xinyan won't be your neighbour anymore, but it's not like you know for sure you two'll grow close. For now, as bitchy as it might sound, she's just a distraction fr the fact that your new roommate is a man.

Just as you were getting done with your inner monologue, the door creaks open, and the first thing you see is blonde hair, and a fair-skinned hand moving the handle. His head finally peaks through the crack of the door and begins speaking.

"You're the roommate I presume? The front desk lady told me there were some changes and my roommate would end up being a girl.."

He doesn't sound very thrilled at the idea of rooming with a girl. Good! At least we're on the same page, because i don't wanna room with the opposite gender either, you internally huff.

"Good afternoon to you, too. And yes, I am your roommate."

"Sorry. Good afternoon to you, too. I'm Kazuha Kaedera. It's nice to meet you. I'm sure rooming with a boy must be a let down for your first year, so I'll try to make myself as discreet as possible."

His way of speaking is.. strange. He’s either rich, or incredibly stuck up.

"Jeez, relax, you can talk like a normal person. Also, do what you want as long as it doesn't involve me or my side of the room."

You feel sorry for him, really, you do. After all, being the recipient of somebody’s anger and frustration must suck. But you’re bitchy in general, and even worse now. If you have to put up with a male roommate, he has to put up with your attitude.

"Noted." He nods, and quietly leaves the room. Nothing more, nothing less. At this point, you think that he might be less of a bother than you initially thought.

--

"So, how did your first days go ?"

After moving into the dorms, Xinyan had dragged you out to meet the people she had conversed with in the mere 15 minutes you had spent talking to one person. This had gone more or less well, and you now already had a group of people you could in some way call your friend group, for which you had Xinyan and her incredible socializing skills to thank. The 5 of you had sat down in the dining hall at a long rectangle table on the far-right corner, rearranging the seats to take up the entire space and deter unwanted to sit at your table.

"Good" You say while munching on your dry sandwich

"Went awesome. Bunch of hot guys in this college, it's crazy." Lisa answers.

The rest unanimously agrees, while Hu Tao speaks up.

"Talking about guys, did you guys hear about this one girl that got to room with a guy? They don't usually allow it, but from what I heard, the guy's super cute, so kudos to the girl, she totally hit the jackpot."

"Yeah! I heard about it in my Communications class. Isn't his name something like.. Ka.. Ke... Ugh, I don't know. Something that starts with K, for sure." Yanfei adds.

"Kazuha ?"

Suddenly, all eyes are on you, and Yanfei snaps her fingers in recognition.

"Kazuha! Yeah, that was it! How'd you guess? You know him, [y/n]?"

"Not personally or anything, no! It's just.. uhh..." You suppose there's no point in hiding it anymore. They’re the people you’ll be stuck with the entire year, so it’s not like they won’t find out soon enough anyways, "We're roommates. I'm the girl that had to room with him, so.."

"Are you kidding? What is it like? What's he like?" Hu Tao, asks, her eyes as wide as saucers.

Suddenly, she bombards you with questions about him. Why was she so interested in Kazuha? Was he famous or something? The year had barely started, there was no way he'd already achieved such a reputation already.

"W-- I'm not sure, we haven't even had a proper conversation yet. Why are so invested anyways ?" You ask her. It's not like you're jealous or anything, but this girl is seriously getting on your nerves.

"No reason. It's just, the sooner i get cuffed, the better. I haven't been in a single relationship since my day of birth, and I cannot let this go on any longer. This year is totally gonna be my year!" She punches the air while standing up, and the rest of you can't help but feel the second hand embarrassment as the rest of the hall looks over at the five of you.

Her year, huh? Too bad for her, it just so seemed she'd have some competition, because you weren't about to let some mishap get into the way of making this your year, as well.

--

"Hey! I told you this like, a million times, either you put your laundry in your laundry basket, or you leave them on your side of the room! God, you are so annoying!"

For the past few months, things have actually been okay. Well, actually more okay than you let on, because you even refused to change dorms when the end of the first semester arrived. You didn't have anybody you knew in any of your classes, with only Kazuha being in two of them. In desperate need of a seatmate, you reluctantly sat next to him. He didn't seem phased by your attitude though, as he ended up asking you if you wanted to go home with him, considering you lived together. After that, you ended up easing up a little around him so Kazuha and you ended up becoming really good friends. There were some side effects to this friendship, however. His organisation skills, which had seriously affected your dorm life, and even worse, his popularity among girls.

Despite your attitude at the beginning of the year, your initial friendgroup had taught you to let loose a little, and

"I'll pick it up later, hold on."

You let out a groan. How could he possibly be the same person as the one you had met at the beginning of the year? Where'd all the politeness go? Sure, it looked like a little stuck up, but it he was somewhat sweet, in his own way. Well, maybe you could assume it's sort of a good thing, because if he's gotten so comfortable, it can only mean he's warmed up to you, right?

"Just make sure I don't see any of this by the time I come back in here." You huff, while gathering your tiny backpack.

You had made plans with Hu Tao, Lisa and Yanfei to go to the gym on campus. Xinyan had excused herself, saying she had a bunch of readings to do, and wasn't available to go this time. You weren't so keen to go at first either, considering the snowstorm, as you were in the middle of January, and the walk you had to endure from your dorm to the gym.

However, you decided last minute that after spending so luch time hunched over your desk, a little gym session didn't sound too bad.

You closed the door on your way out, ready to face the insane amount of snow that was awaiting you outside. With a little huff, you push another door open, and start walking, a tight grip on your coat.

You soon enter the place, and realise the amount of people. Now you understand why your friends insisted on going despite such a weather.

"[y/n]! You made it!" Hu Tao calls out first. The rest waves, with smiles adorning their faces.

After all the hello's and how are you's are exchanged, you all leave to your own prefered machines. You weren't looking forward to going on the treadmill alone, but luckily for you, Yanfei ended up keeping you company by stepping on the other machine on your left. Unlike other people, you liked making conversation while going to the gym.

"So," Your pink haired friend clears her throat, "Any progress with Kazuha ?"

"No, and I don't plan on making any. We're just friends, and that's all there is to it." You deny through and through, just like you have been for the past 4 months.

Ever since you'd announced to your friends that you were rooming with Kazuha, they had instantly started to try and convince you that you were both meant to be. Ironically, Hu Tao was the first one to jump to this absurd conclusion, as she was one of the first students to start fawning over him.

Yanfei only sighs at your stubborness, and continues, "I've seen the way you look at him. I've seen the way he looks at you. It's been 4 months. You're not even concious of it, but you talk about him all the time. Even Hu Tao's complained, so that's saying something. Either way, I'm not going to push you to do something you don't want to, but, I just want you to at least realize that there is something going on, and he does make you feel things. We don't just think you'd be a nice couple just because the whole roommates thing sounds like a fanfiction trope, but because we genuinely think there is something going on. Just consider it, at least."

You outwardly groan, but what she says makes you think. A lot. You run on the treadmill, but your mind isn't really all into it. You keep replaying what Yanfei said in your head over and over again, and you can't seem to be able to get rid of it. She's right. You know she is. but it's just so.. embarrassing. His looks alone granted him an instant reputation at the start of the year, and he got all the girls on his knees in a measly week. There was no way in hell you'd ever be one of those girls.. right?

"Whatever. He sucks. His politeness act literally lasted a grand total of 2 seconds, he's a two faced jerk! And he leaves all his stuff on my floor. Also, his notes are super messy. How does he even manage to re-read all of them ?"

"[y/n]... You know what I think. Go get him before some other chick gets to him. You out of all people should know that"

"What are insinuating ?" You narrow your eyes at her

"I'm insinuating that I've seen Kazuha hanging out with some girl from my Law 101 class. A lot. And I'm insinuating that the exact reaction you're having right now is due to the fact that you have feelings you just won't own up to! God, just do something about it!"

You need to think.

--

“I’m back home.”

You close the door rather harshly and sigh, sitting down on your bed. You’re thinking of watching a move tonight, so you grab your laptop, and begin browsing Netflix for some good comedy show that could cheer you up.

“You don’t sound very happy.” Kazuha notes, sitting in front of his desk, highlighting sentences in his textbook.

“I’ve spent almost the entire day at the gym. I’m exhausted.” You huff.

“Whatever you say.”

“Huh ?” Your head snaps towards him.

“I said ‘whatever you say’. Is that problem ?”

You pinch the bridge of your nose. You’re ready to collapse on the bed, pull a Snow White and sleep forever. You don’t have time for his stupid games.

“Stop acting dumb. There’s obviously a double meaning here. So what is it?”

“There’s obviously more to it than just exhaustion. I want to know what’s going on inside your head, is all.”

You feel like you’re fuming.

“What is it with all of you playing the therapists !? There is nothing wrong with me. I don’t need to talk to anybody. All I need is for you all to leave me alone!”

You make your way to the communal bathrooms, hoping to freshen yourself up, and get some time to yourself. You gather your stuff, and make sure to slam the door on your way out to signal your anger.

You're relieved to find an empty bathroom. The last thing you need is another person asking you if you're doing okay. The truth is, you're not. Of course you aren't, how could you? You were awfully aware of your personality problems, and your feelings for Kazuha simultaneously. Yanfei informing you he might have been seeing someone just made you feel even worse. You were just getting to a stable point in your life. Knowing Kazuha had found someone made you feel like you were falling. Falling into a big black hole, engulfing you, where you had no choice but go back to your old, insecure, angry self. Of course you knew of the possiblities that Kazuha might even not be seeing someone, and that it was simply a friend. But you felt so scared and alone, you couldn't help but see the worst in things.

You feel so stupid. You've never told him anything regarding your feelings ever, so how would you know if he likes you back or not? Unfortunately, there's only one way to find out.

You hide your face in your hands and slide down the wall next to the entrance.

--

When you wake up, you're stunned to find yourself back in your bed, under your covers. As far as you remember, you were back in the bathrooms, on the floor. Did I go back and just not remember? What if-

"You're up already?" Kazuha enters your field of view.

"I woke up just a minute ago. Do you happen to know how I got back here ?"

"Oh, that. You took your bathroom stuff with you when you stormed out, so I figured you went to the girls' bathroom. When you didn't come back, I got worried so I went there just to check. Sure enough, you were asleep on the floor. You're a heavy sleeper, you know that ? I carried you all the way over here, and you didn't budge." He finishes his story with a chuckle, and continues. "Seriously though. You scared me. I care about you, a lot. I kind of always think about you, so.. This wasn't the way I wanted it to go down but-"

Your brain can't seem to process all the information at once, and all you can do is deny. Everything is going too fast. Your brain repeats it like a mantra. You don't deserve him, you don't deserve him, you don't deserve him. Just yesterday you were starting to realize your faults. You had to fix yourself before he could have a chance to take a look at your ugly side.

But suddenly, you feel like you're gasping for air, and you let everything loose. You can't let this go on any longer. Your facade is breaking and there's nothing you cand do about it. "No. No you don't. You can't. You're seeing that, other girl. Besides, I don't deserve you. I was awful to you. I was awful to practiaclly everyone on campus. I'd ruin your repuation. I'm constantly upset about something- anything. We're like polar opposites, and any other girl would be better for you. I don't want to drag you down, and I just want you to stop giving me hope, so I can move on and you can just-"

Without any time to finish your rant, he kisses you. It’s not a simple liplock, or a peck. It’s a real kiss, with all the emotions and and the butterflies that come with it. It made your head spin, and you feel the sensations surging through your entire body. You don’t find it in yourself to pull away. Instead you pull him closer.

After a few seconds, Kazuha pulls away, and holds your chin to get you to look up at him, and opens his mouth.

“For the record, you can be pretty awful. But if anyone saw you the way I do, they’d be a fool to not love you.”

Your eyes crinkle as you smile, and you feel like crying. You've never felt this before, and suddenly you understand why some people are so crazy about love. You have to feel it to understand it.

Kazuha loves you. All of you. The good, the bad, and the ugly you.

an: another repost because I got so lazy I couldn’t get myself to post everything at once. 💒 anon I miss you I hope you find your way back to me😭😭 + if you see this I did see the tutor cyno ask I will get to it even if it’s not on the old blog I PROMISE. the “original —“ thing is just here to help me cope with the fact that I lost everything from my last blog so don’t mind LOL

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originally posted on: 11/09/2022

original number of notes: 176

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[thundersoothers]

sex with me, so amazing

or, genshin men as people i’ve hooked up with.

who: multi/basically everyone (mentioned: childe, diluc, itto, kaeya, kazuha, zhongli) 

what: drabbles; describing my hook ups and who in genshin would be like them. don’t take it too seriously.

wc: 2.1k

warnings: ns/fw and angst :)) just a little bit of angst though, mostly smut ofc :D

1. 8 inch cock. even when you take him down your throat the deepest you can go, until your eyes water and you gag, you still can fit 5 fingers between your lips and the soft hair on his pelvis. so thick you can’t wrap your hand around it. big, heavy, hot. so long that he has to stretch you out in order for it to fit inside.

the first time you see it, your jaw drops. “holy fuck,” you gasp. “I don’t think it’s gonna fit.”

“you’ll make it fit,” he says. “stop running away; be a good girl and take it.”

sometimes it really is too big, though, if he doesn’t take the time to stretch you out. after the first time of his cock being too big, hurting a little too much than it feels good when he tries to go all the way in, he never lets you or himself rush into things.

foreplay is methodical. he eats you out because he loves it. he loves the feeling of your hands fisting his hair as he slides one, then two, and finally three fingers inside of you. loves the taste of your pussy, the hardness of your clit on his tongue. loves digging his fingers into your soft thighs that tremble and squeeze around his head. loves the sounds you make, the whimpers and the whines, when you beg for him to just fuck you already. loves the way your body writhes, the feeling of your cunt loosen then tighten and spasm around his fingers, the cries you make when you cum against his face.

he’s already hard when you kneel on still quivering legs in front of him, kissing up his thighs, leaving little marks and bites, running your hands over his soft skin. you don’t give him head with the purpose of trying to make him cum — not that often, at least. most times, it’s foreplay and also a game: a competition of whether it’s you who will pull away first, heaving for breath, asking for him to fuck you, or him who will get frustrated and push you off of him so he can turn you over and fuck you.

he’s most sensitive around his tip, which is wide and red and tastes tangy but not bad, so normally you focus on sucking the top half of his cock while your hand works around the rest. “take what you can, that’s— yes, fuck, that’s it. just like that. just like that, baby, keep doing that.”

when you do try to take him all the way down your throat, though, the incentive to keep going is the way his breath stutters and he wheezes, “oh, fuck, yes.” but when his cock inevitably presses too hard against the back of your mouth, you gag and pull off with a cough.

you let his heavy cock rest against your face while you suck on his balls to give yourself a moment to breathe, and you look up at him with teary eyes. he looks back down at you and says, almost in disbelief, “fuck, you’re so hot.” then he picks you up, throws you onto the bed, tells you to get on your stomach, and then pounds you into the mattress.

says shit like:

“relax, just relax. I’m gonna give you everything you need. don’t be impatient.”

“‘it’s too big?’ it’s barely even in, baby. you can take it, I know you can.”

“you’ll make it fit. now, be good for me and keep still.”

he moans your name.

“fuck, you feel good. you’re so fucking wet. you take me so well.”

“that feels good, doesn’t it? yeah? tell me how it feels. what was that? oh, you can’t even use your words?” he laughs when you get breathless, when he’s fucking you too hard and too fast for you to form words.

and always amazed, like he can’t believe it, “you’re so hot.”

when you both get close, he flips you over onto your back. he puts a pillow under your lower back, and leans down to spit on your cunt and kiss your clit. he put one of your legs over his shoulder and you wrap the other around his waist. he grips the headboard with one hand and touches your body softly, like he’s not saying obscene things and fucking the life out of you, with the other. and then he fucks you even harder.

he’s so deep that you can feel him in your stomach.

when you reach down to touch your clit, your other hand scratching down his back, he says stuff like:

“yes, that’s it, baby, go ‘head, make yourself feel good.”

“you gonna cum? yeah? you’re gonna cum all over my cock?”

“you look so pretty like this.”

he pulls out after you cum so he can finish on your stomach, but he cums so hard and so much, with his hand wrapped around his thick cock, pumping quickly, that it goes from your lower stomach all the way up to between your breasts. while you lay back to catch your breath, he wipes you off with a towel and licks your tits clean.

his dick is big and he knows how to use it. he says and does the right things, even if it’s not exceedingly kinky – (maybe you’ll get to that point later, you think). honestly, it’s the best foreplay, head, and sex you’ve ever had.

but he never stays for long after. there’s no emotions in your arrangement, really; it’s just hooking up. there’s no hanging out after and talking. and that’s fine with you, really. you aren’t sure there would be any compatibility between you for being in a relationship, anyway. but you definitely have chemistry in bed.

once he’s sure you’re coming down okay, he kisses you on the lips and rubs over your cheek with his thumb. he murmurs a promise of, “I’ll see you later,” and then walks out the door.

he doesn’t follow through.

this time, when the door closes behind him, it’s the last time you ever see him.

↳ diluc, ITTO, zhongli?

2. solid 5/5.5ish inches. fits perfectly; not too big, not too small. the weight feels good on your tongue; it isn’t as hard to take all of him in your mouth, until you can look up at him with your lips wrapped around the very base of his cock. sex is less about finishing and more about the process—about feeling, about the sensations. 

after the first time you hook up, you realize: it’s making love, not fucking. you really don’t know each other that well, but he holds you like he’s afraid you’re going to disappear. speaks to you like you’re one of the most important people in his life. touches you like you’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. fucks you like he’s in love with you. 

it leaves you reeling. it’s confusing being treated like that so immediately, but it’s also nice. the orgasms you have are different than you’ve ever experienced before. the physical vaginal pleasure isn’t anything special, really (… you’ve had better dick), but the way you feel throughout your body and mind when you’re with him is so intense. 

it’s not about the orgasm specifically; it’s about the way you feel leading up to it, the process; the slow build leading up to an orgasm where you feel pleasure and relief throughout your entire body. 

hooking up is about you. he loves kissing you; sometimes it feels like he likes it even more than having sex. his lips are on yours for so long, seemingly not in a rush at all, even with his hard on pressing against your thigh and making a damp spot on his boxers. he only stops when you get restless and pent up and force him away. then his lips are on your neck, over your chest with his tongue circling your nipples in a way that has you shuddering, down your stomach until he kisses your hip bones—the left and then the right, skipping your cunt and going straight to your thighs. 

after all of the drawn out foreplay, when he finally puts his cock in, it feels like a hot, striking, all-encompassing instant relief for both of you. like it’s everything you’ve ever needed and wanted in your whole life. moaning into each other’s mouths, both your and his eyes rolling back, your bodies shuddering against each other. 

it’s overwhelming. it feels like you’re burning, like there’s nothing else you could possibly think about or focus on other than him, like this is all you’ve ever needed and wanted. you feel good all over, and it’s clear he does too. 

he doesn’t stop kissing you, touching all over your body, making sure as much of his skin is pressed against yours. moaning in your ear, telling you how beautiful you are, how sexy you look, how good you feel, the way your cunt is so wet and warm and tight for him and him only. how he wants to feel you cum around his cock, that he wants to see how hot you look when you cum for him. 

“I want you to cum. it doesn’t matter how long it takes,” he says. “we aren’t in a rush. just make yourself feel good, baby. take what you need.” 

his dick isn’t huge, but it isn’t small either. it feels best when he puts your ankles over his shoulders and kisses the inside of your leg gently as if he isn’t fucking you into the mattress with his hand resting against your lower stomach; when he presses his body to yours and makes love to your body until you write under him and cum hard around his cock; when he grips your waist as you ride him and digs his fingers into your hips, worshiping the plush of your thighs, the softness of your ass, until he pulls you against him so he can moan into your mouth as he cums. 

he says stuff like: 

“fuck, that feels so good. you’re so good, baby, shit, don’t stop.” 

“don’t hide, let me see you. fuck, you look so pretty. you’re so beautiful.” 

“you gonna cum? yeah? that’s it, baby, cum for me. you can do it. be good and cum for me.” 

of course, it isn’t all lovey and vanilla and soft. like when his hands stop exploring your body and instead squeeze your throat. or one time when he said, “you’re so loud,” and then stuck his fingers into your mouth. or when he pulled your hair and held your face in his hands as he fucked your mouth until he came down your throat and then kissed you after.

you find it unfortunate that the way he treats you is so refreshing. you find it special, different, even surprising, that he treats you so well when you’re with each other. he doesn’t act like you matter as a person only when you’re having sex, and that makes you sad for yourself. 

but it also makes you care—a little bit more than you should in your fuck buddy arrangement. it’s hard to eliminate emotions when it feels like you’re in love with each other when you hook up. 

he just seems so fucking into you. like, who fucks you like he loves you and says this shit kind of shit when you’re just supposed to be fuck buddies? 

“you should sleep over.” it wasn’t all that ‘you can stay if you want to’ bullshit. no, it was, “I want you to.” and it was every single time you came over, too.

“when can I see you? I’m hard as fuck thinking about you. you wanna do something about it?”

“you should come during the day. I want to see your face.” 

“if it was going to be anyone,” he said when you asked him about the boundaries of your arrangement one night, if you’re exclusive, if it’s just hooking up and there’s no feelings, etc. “it’s you.” 

he’s a liar. 

you don’t know if he means to be. you don’t know if he realizes that he’s stringing you along in the grey area of whatever the fuck “it’s you” is. you don’t know if he wants to see your name in his phone apart from wanting to hook up. you don’t know if playing pretend being in a relationship and being in love with each other is hurting him, too.

but you do know that when you kiss him goodbye one morning, it’ll be the last time you’ll ever see him.

↳ CHILDE, KAEYA, kazuha, thoma

note: thank you for reading! and thank you so much for your patience. summer has started so I should be able to write more! :DD (though I am working full time ://)

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[senanatheskenana]

Like Birds In The Breeze (pt 5)

Kazuha went against his better judgement, grasping (Y/N)’s wrist, and pulling her through the narrow alley.

“I’m going to trust you. Please don’t make me regret it, (Y/N)”

She let a shimmering tear slide down her cheek as she forced herself to keep up, her knees quivering with the speed at which her companion pulled her along.

Kazuha’s head was running wild. Who was that man? And why was he such a big problem for (Y/N)? He couldn’t help but wonder if he was the thing she was running from. He didn’t look all that frightening, or anything less than friendly. But Kazuha knew better than to judge a book by its cover.

Though he ran fast, he remained vigilant; stopping abruptly at every opening but remaining strong enough to withstand the force of the girl crashing into his back, unable to stop effectively from the pace. He couldn’t care less about that. All he cared about was returning and finally releasing the thick doubt and curiosity that bubbled in his stomach. He had come to like her, and though the interaction was small, he knew from Beidou that she was gentle and wary, like a lamb.

He stopped once more and, yet again, (Y/N) found herself faceplanting into the hard back of Kazuha. She groaned quietly.

“Okay, can you please stop doing that?”

He only shushed her, ushering her to peek behind the corner that hid them.

What she saw terrified her. She felt cold sweat trickle down her back, and once more her knees grew weak and wobbly. She found herself latching onto Kazuha’s arm for balance as she tried to calm her breathing.

Kazuha watched on calmer than (Y/N).  It was that man again. This time, however, he was joined by Beidou. He held a piece of parchment out to her that she wasted no time in grabbing. Her eyebrows creased as she read it before looking back at the stranger.

“If you have any information that you find relevant, please submit it post haste. This is an urgent matter. Lady Ningguang has been notified by an envoy already. If you could be so kind as to show the poster to others, it would be greatly appreciated.” “If everything you say is true, your best bet is to ask Wangsheng Funeral Parlour. I wouldn’t know anyone who could survive that big of a drop and three days at sea.” The man flinched slightly at the meaning of the captain’s words.

“I- We hold out hope. We still haven’t recovered a body so she remains adamant she must have survived,” he spoke solemnly, “I suppose, I should still take a look though, just to be sure. Thank you for your time, captain”

He was about to walk away before the woman called out to him. He turned back to her, curious.

“Fatui aren’t known for their sentimentality- much less a harbinger. So, what makes this a special case?”

His look turned cold, and the little bit of warmth in his blue eyes shifted darker, “It’s a job, not a lifestyle”

With that, he left.

Once Beidou was sure he was gone, her eyes shifted to where the two had been hiding.

“Kazuha let’s get back to the ship,” she was careful not to say her name. There were ears everywhere, and if she knew the fatui, that harbinger was not stupid enough to leave just like that.

(Y/N) looked down at the floor as they walked under the cover of shadows with the captain. She was silent and although he wanted to, Kazuha could not peak at the paper because she had folded it multiple times to hide its contents.

To her, the walk felt like years and though she wanted to (Y/N) could not find the words to speak up. She wasn’t sure if she should anyway.

She was still terrified but she pushed herself to keep walking. Was this a trap, or was Beidou really seemingly covering for her? If that was true, why would Beidou even consider putting herself in that situation if it meant she would be in trouble too if they were caught?

The three of them had made it back to the docks safely ad in complete silence, but now with the new openness of the docks, they had a new problem. “Keep your head down and get between us,” Kazuha whispered, gently grabbing her hand and squeezing it to reassure her. “We’ll be fine, I promise”

Beidou looked over at them both but still didn’t say anything.

It seemed the news wasn’t widespread just yet and they inwardly thanked the archons that there was a lack of Millelith soldiers out today. No one seemingly batted an eye as they walked past. Then again people in Liyue were usually more interested in their purchases than in the others around them.

Beidou ushered them both onto the ship as quickly as possible. She kept moving them forward and into the captain's quarters, shutting and barring the door twice for good measure.

“Ok, you’re gonna need to start giving us some answers, kid,” she unfolded the paper and slid it across the desk to her.

Kazuha inhaled sharply and snatched the page. She held her head in her hands and breathed deeply.

“I know. It’s just- it’s just complicated”

“I never believed you were dangerous, but I'm not sure this is all that much better” Beidou sighed when (Y/N) sobbed into her palm, “Look, we’re not about to throw you out. We just need to know what we’re getting ourselves into”

She raised her head, eyes red and teary.

Kazuha was still awestruck, reading the poster back to himself over and over.

‘Princess (Y/N) of Snezhnaya’

It included a rather good sketch of her in a ball gown, hair elegant and curled. Nothing like Kazuha had ever seen before.

‘Information considered useful will be rewarded'

'The safe return of the Princess will result in…’

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[genshinimpactlife]

I really need some self indulgent fluff rn I'm getting my ass kicked by college

So could I get sfw headcannons for reader coming home to wanderer and kazuha (separate) (they share a house in the serenitea pot) and saying nothing and just. Hugging him and just putting their full body weight on him. After a while they realize that reader just fell asleep on them and carries them to their bedroom

Then they arrive at the room and reader pulls him into their arms and cuddles him for the whoooole night

(Have a wonderful day rosieee!)

-🥐

Wanderer isn't very good with physical affection, even after all these years of living with you.

Even though he's so touch-starved, he doesn't receive it well initially.

So when you entered your shared house, not even taking the time to take your shoes off before approaching Wanderer, he was thrown off.

He was stiff as a board when you wrapped your arms around him, your entire weight resting against him. It took a few seconds of the hug for him to accept it, his stiff muscles relaxing against you.

He even reached up and placed his hands on your back, gently patting it in a way he hoped was soothing for you.

He had no idea what was wrong, and the hug lasted for minutes before he realized you had fallen asleep. He knows your sleep breathing well enough after many sleepless nights of his own.

Wanderer picked you up, using a gentleness that was uncharacteristic of him to carry you to your bedroom.

Once you were placed in your shared bed, he took your shoes off that you had forgotten about. Once you were snuggled under the covers, he had planned on leaving since it was early.

But you had such a death grip on his wrist, wanting to keep him close even in your sleep.

"Idiot…"

He spoke under his breath as he pulled back the covers, climbing into bed next to you. Times like this were his favorite as he snuggled up next to you, able to hold on to you tight without any shame.

Kazuha was in the kitchen cooking when he heard the front door to your home open. He just listened quietly as he heard you shuffling about, your footsteps eventually reaching the kitchen.

But when he turned to greet you, he could see the look in your eyes and knew it had been a bad day.

He didn't speak, setting down the spoon he was cooking with before opening his arms.

You were in them immediately, your face buried against his chest as you rested against him. His grip was gentle yet strong, keeping you safe as you rested against him.

No words needed to be spoken yet. The silence and warmth of your house, along with his arms, was all the comfort you needed right now.

But before you knew it, you were asleep, only being held up by Kazuha. He couldn't help but chuckle as he lifted you into his arms, carrying you to your shared bedroom.

Once you were in bed, he quietly snuck out to put dinner away, packing it for your lunch tomorrow.

When he finished, he hurried back to the bedroom, not wanting to be away from you for long in case you woke up. Soon he was in bed next to you, gently kissing your forehead as you curled up in his arms.

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[shanieveh]

to all the boys i've loved before !

— genshin men receive your confession letter that you accidentally sent

he doesn't care (HE WON AT LIFE) - albedo, cyno, diluc, neuvillette, tighnari, xiao, scaramouche

His face, although one with his usual stoic expression was now screaming how God had blessed him and when you finally left, apologizing for the inconvenience and asking if he felt the same way. OF COURSE HE DID?! HE LOVES YOU MORE THAN ANY—

"Yeah sure you're okay I guess."

Nailed it. And as your flustered face starts to run away from him, he was now thinking what place will you guys settle in? When will he buy the engagement ring. You know, the expected. After all, there was no way he would give back the heart you gave him.

teases you to oblivion - childe, itto, kaeya, kazuha, lyney, pantalone, heizou, venti, xingqiu,

"Ho ho.... so you like LIKE me?"

He was hiding his red face underneath the words of teasing and fun. Yeah, he liked you back, but where's the thrill? A letter is just... well, a letter. He wanted to hear it from you, he wanted you to say it so many times for it felt like the blood to his heart. He needed this.

And although it may look like he was not taking your confession seriously, he does. Every word you said embedded in his head, and it's a crime for him to let you forget it. He plans to make you remember that silly letter you wrote at 1:43 AM for the rest of your life.

becomes a blushing mess - bennett, chongyun, freminet, gorou, thoma, capitano

When he read the whole thing, the happiness he felt turned to nervous immediately. What do you mean you liked him? Did the manifestations worked or something? Was he finally blessed with this beautiful angel after beng miserable for so long? YOU ACTUALLY LIKE HIM?

He wanted to party! No, but what if you decided to not like him anymore? After all he had many bad qualities. He was panting, frantically, the whole area heard it. YOU heard it. Will that make you like him less? Oh god... oh god... he was sure to admiring you from afar. But this?

"U...uhm I-I also feel the same way..." And with that he ran for his life.

thinks you guys are now married - alhaitham, ayato, baizhu, kaveh, zhongli, wriothesley

Oh so you like him? When's the wedding? He was now thinking of a designer for your wedding fits. After all, his partner deserves the very best. Do you want to be child free? Is there a need for him to make a planned parenthood account? What will your retirement plan be? Do you plan to be buried with him or separate? Thoughts like these raced through his mind.

The letter gripped by his hand, you were afraid to be rejected. And when you were about to speak and confront the silence he moved and folded the paper and put it in his pocket. Next time, it will definitely be a ring.

"See you at 5, sweetheart."

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[lijojo]

genshin sugar daddies

premise: you have seven sugar daddies: one for every day of the week. a bit overwhelming, right? however, you somehow find ways to make time for each and every one of them, no matter how emotionally and physically demanding they are. it's just that, now they don't seem too keen on sharing, and you don't know what to do. (modern au)

tw: nsfw, dark content - minors dni

mondays are always harder in more ways than one. mondays are diluc's days, and that means that you're spending a good portion of your nights at angel's share.

on mondays, it's happy hour. which means that you're sitting at a booth in the corner looking pretty while diluc is tending to his customers. you're more than happy to sit back and relax while you wait for him to finish with work. when the drinks are on the house, you're willing to wait as long as it'll take.

periodically, when he's not busy, however, he'll walk over to you and engage in conversation. you act as a taste-tester for new drinks so he's always asking you if you like them. you two will talk about your day, any interesting events, and so on until diluc is pulled back into work again.

then you're back to fiddling your fingers and watching him work. over time, you've learned that he preferred that you not do anything while you were supposed to be with him. that instead, you fixated your gaze on him while he moved about. sometimes you'll catch him looking at you to see if your eyes are still on him.

even while he's dealing with a certain tone-deaf bard, there's something about the way he looks at you so intently that reminds you of a predator.

when angel's share closes, you're there to keep him company while he cleans up. when he's done, he'll sweep you away back to his manor.

you'll fall onto the sheets as he grinds against you. his shallow breaths brush against your throat. the look he gives you is nothing short of intense.

"everyone at the tavern was looking at you, you know," he mutters, running his fingers down your chest, sinking into your pants. he pulls them down effortlessly along with your panties. "didn't you feel it, darling? their filthy eyes on you. they want to ruin you. everyone wants to ruin you."

he throws your legs over his shoulders, his fingers crawling up your thighs. you jump when he suddenly inserts two fingers into your cunt, scissoring you. his free arm wraps around your leg to keep you locked against him. his eyes are glued onto you as he presses a kiss against your calf.

"but your eyes were on me all night, weren't they. couldn't take your eyes off me, could you. you're mine, dear. do you hear me? you're mine."

you don't overlook how tight his grip is. tight enough to make you wonder if he'll ever let you go. in the morning, he does, but you're scared for the day he wakes up and decides that it's for the last time.

tuesdays aren't as bad. when you’re sore from the night before, childe is there to take you out to meals, shopping, and sightseeing. he's not always available to spend time with you on tuesdays, because of his equally-demanding job and whatnot, but when he is free, he never wastes a second.

or a dollar.

childe smirks smugly from his sea. his posture is lax, one hand lazily tracing circles on the chair's arm while the other comes up to rest under his chin.

"how about you twirl for me, girlie? you look so beautiful."

you giggle, observing yourself in the mirror. "why thank you."

you bask in the way the soft satin kisses your skin. the way your newly-own earrings sparkle under the dressing room's light. just a couple years ago, you could've only dreamed of being dressed so prettily.

"do your side-bitches ever treat you as well as me?"

"childe!" you chide.

he laughs, getting up from his seat. but you both know better than to believe his little chuckle is genuine.

he approaches you, sliding his hands around your waist. tucking your head under his chin, he stares at you through the mirror's reflection.

you don't say anything, and childe doesn't either. it appears he's more than happy to enjoy just standing there. his gaze is glossed over, far away.

the two of you sway side to side for what seems like forever until he decides to say something.

"do they buy you pretty things like i do?"

of course they do, you think. although you spend one-on-one time with each and every one of them, they are all aware of each other. it's only right that they did. it was the first thing you said when you brought the idea up to them, that it wasn't going to be exclusive.

but when you see the way he looks at you, you can't really tell him the truth. not when his focus is redirected from his thoughts to you.

"the things you buy me are a special kind of pretty," you reply.

it seems like that answer is enough for him, because he doesn't say anything else. instead he hums quietly, letting the vibration ripple in the back of your head. he slides his hands down your hips and before you can say anything else, he whips his head around.

"i'll buy these sets." he motions over to the closest clothes rack to an attendant you hadn't noticed. "and that one. and the dress she's wearing. how many colors does this come in, by the way?"

the attendant doesn't hesitate. "five colors, sir. they come in bla—"

"great." he shuffles through his pocket to pull out a black card. "pack them up, we won't be here any longer," he retorts.

the attendant looks ecstatic, quickly shuffling out of the dressing rooms towards the cash register with newfound glee.

"childe," you whine. "i don't think these will fit in my closet."

his hands crawl lower, his finger hovering over your clit. "then they'll fit in mine. come over any time of the week when you want to wear one of my special pretty things."

your breath hitches as he rubs slow circles on your clit. he pushes the two of you back into the dressing room and closes the curtains.

"what are you doing, she'll be back any second—"

he kisses the corner of your jaw, pressing his lips close to your ear. "no worries. if there's one thing i'm sure about, it's that no one undresses you faster than i do."

wednesday is when usually everything calms down. kazuha will typically invite you to a new park, scenic route, or gallery. together, you'll write haikus, sonnets, and limericks together. some hours you'll just sit in silence, putting pen to paper. and when the sun goes down you'll exchange poetry.

out of the seven men, kazuha probably scares you the most. he was the first person you decided to do this whole ordeal with, after all. and since he's known you the longest, he also knows about your circumstances more than others. maybe that's why he's so focused on treating you as if you were a fragile cherry blossom petal. his touches feel like ghosts, running down your forearm as he presses a kiss to the apple of your cheek.

in exchange for his protection, his money, and his care, you give him honeyed words. you act as his muse for when he's hit a creative block. you're there to listen to him read out verses when the wind can't bear the strength to carry them. you listen to his grief about his best friend, his loneliness when he was forced to leave his home country. as someone many of the locals looked to for wisdom, he too carried the emotional burdens of being someone's rock. emotional burdens that he let onto you (whether purposefully or not, you're unsure). but you listen anyway, hearing him talk about days of poverty, where sometimes he had to worry about things to eat, or how to get proper healthcare.

you can't lie and say you're always stable enough to hear some of the things he has to say, but you try.

even if you sometimes feel like you can't take it, you just smile and squeeze his hand tighter like you're supposed to. sometimes your mind will go on autopilot, and sometimes you'll stand up on the grounds of needing to go to the bathroom. but at the end of the day, this is what you signed up for. this. making men happy so that you yourself won't have to worry about your endless debt.

you peer over your notebook to see kazuha immersed in his own writing. but instead of his usual peaceful expression, he looks somber. his hands won't leave the paper, his eyes glued onto the words that he's drawn onto the pages.

"what's got you so worked up?" you ask curiously. "is it something new?"

it's like your voice snaps him out of his trance. he blinks, looking up at you. there's a smile you know all too well on his lips. "yeah, i suppose you could call it that."

"could i look at it? i want to see what's got you so focused like that."

his lips press into a straight line. "hmmm, maybe later."

his words catch you off-guard. usually he's the one who's eager to share his work, regardless of the quality. "oh? is it something you want to keep secret?"

he doesn't many any hint of an answer. instead, he puts down his pen and stares at the ground in contemplation. he's picking and choosing what words to say.

"i could protect you," he says, shuffling his papers to the side. you turn to him, curious. his expression slowly hardens. "by myself, i mean. i could take care of you."

"kazu—"

"i have the means to make a living for the both of us. i could sell more of my poetry, i know they'll sell well—"

"where is this coming from?" you move closer to him, brushing his hair aside. "kazu, are you worried about something?"

there's something that's stopping him from saying anything. his fingers intertwine with yours, his thumb caressing the back of your hand.

he purses his lips, before turning away and sighing. "no, not really."

after that, he doesn't say anything else. the two of you bask in silence once again. even though you're used to the quiet, there's something deep down in you that feels nervous. like something in the atmosphere changed. there's a sudden resolved glint in his eye as he get backs to writing so diligently on a piece of paper he won't let you read.

after all these days spent talking about himself, somehow you're scared for the day he suddenly decides to stop.

on thursdays you're usually at tighnari's greenhouse, watching him take notes of other plants while you twiddle your thumbs. once in a while, he'll begin rambling about the plants—what kind of species they are, how rare, their medicinal properties, and the like.

you're more of a companion, than anything. someone who can make his days a little less lonelier. and you appreciate it. it's much more tranquil with him. you can enjoy his sharp quips, especially when cyno comes to visit.

his sex-drive is relatively normal, if not a little below average. just like wednesday, you also expect thursday to be a typical rest day.

except when spring comes.

when spring comes, your routine get a little wonky. for one week, at least. because that's when tighnari's heat hits him like a fucking monsoon.

you can already tell when it's coming when he begins to hover closer to you. whenever you take your hand out to do anything, even the slightest gesture, he's already taking it and dragging it towards his sensitive ears.

the moment you've made your plans set to 'take the week off' and help him out, he's already on you, face pressed into your neck as if it's his oasis.

as you can tell, he takes this week very seriously.

"i bet—shit—those other fucks don't get to hold you as long as i do," he lets out as he fucks into you like there's no tomorrow. his hands hold onto your waist like he owns it, pressing sloppy kisses down your spine. "looking so pretty for me. i wonder what they'd say if you got pregnant with my babies. you'd be so much more beautiful plump with my kids. is that what you want huh? to make them angry with my cum stuffed in your gorgeous pussy?"

some days you almost can't believe how uncharacteristically aggressive he is. he dicks you down like he's trying to imprint his shape into the core of your body so that none of the others can fit inside.

and when he cums, he'll take whatever unfortunate portions slip out and smear it all over your chest. especially where your heart is.

then the process starts all over again.

when it's over, he'll spoon you. as if he didn't almost fuck you to death. his touch is tender, like a ghost's hovering over your skin.

"why won't you leave them all for me?"

you shift a little to look at him and kiss him softy, sweetly, on the line of his jaw. "oh, nari, you know i can't."

his ears droop at your words. "you can't, or you won't."

his words make you freeze a bit.

you think back to last week, and the week before, and the one before that. you think about why you started selling your services in the first place, the endless debt you used to be in, and the progression of the relationship between all seven of your...contacts. even if you wanted to, you don't think you could back out if you tried. you've dug a hole for yourself. one deep enough to cause some sort of disruption if you ever decided to stop digging.

so you just hum. "you know how much i love routine."

as some sort of apology, you give him and open-mouthed kiss, one he's almost desperate to return. he moans, hands cupping your face to bring you closer to him.

you're well unaware how much your words have an impact him.

at the end of the week, all al-haitham wants to do is unwind. it's the only logical thing to do. no late-night drinks with the colleagues, no stressful trips to some tourist trap. on fridays, al-haitham comes home to a meal made with love.

when al-haitham's at work during the day, you're usually running your actual errands. it's when you have time to make those one-in-a-blue-moon visits to your actual home, although it's getting harder to call it that.

when it gets to the late-afternoon, you'll usually head to al-haitham's place to start cooking. if you didn't know how to cook before, you do now. every ingredient is handled with care, measured meticulously just as you knew he preferred.

and when he gets home, tired and stressed out, you're there to welcome him with a chaste kiss on the cheek.

during dinner, sometimes he'll talk to you about work or the latest research he'd gotten himself immersed with. in return, you tell him about some of your childhood memories. your likes, your dislikes, what used to be your hobbies. you do your best to keep your personal matters out of the conversation, no matter how many times he tries to pry into your private life.

sometimes dinners feel like a full on investigation, the way he keeps greeding for more information about you. he watches you eat with calculating eyes. you pretend to pay no mind to it.

in the beginning, kaveh used to join you for dinners. you always liked the guy, the way he bickered with al-haitham and riled him up. but now you've begun to see less of him, as if he never comes home on fridays at all.

after dinner, there are two different outcomes depending on his mood:

outcome one is that you'll spend the rest of the night curling up on his couch, the both of you immersed in your own books. al-haitham leans on your shoulder as he flips through the pages as if they're nothing. you can't help but feel ticklish whenever his hair brushes against your jaw.

somewhere in the middle, he'll move one hand to start fidgeting with the end of your shirt, sometimes crawling underneath to caress your sides.

outcome two is less quiet. the moment he gets home with that solemn face, you know it's coming. his voice is huskier, his responses shorter. it's usually a result of an impending deadline, colleagues being more peskier than usual.

the moment you two are done with dishes, he gingerly takes your hand and leads you up to the bedroom.

his kisses tastes like green tea and dinner. his hands run up and down your torso, trying to imprint the feel of your skin into every inch of your brain. you whimper when his thumbs press softly into your nipples, rolling them around as they harden.

your hands find purchase on his collar, tugging him impossibly close. he groans at the contact.

you let out a yelp when your back suddenly falls onto the bed. your hands are pressed onto the sheets, al-haitham's fingers encircling your wrists. his knee nudges your legs further apart, rubbing at your clit.

"don't look at the ceiling, dear, look at me," he breathes out, his hands leaving your nipples to gently guide your face towards. "that's it. good girl. just me. just look at me. only me."

he smiles.

"now, let me do god's work on your divine body."

saturdays with ayato can sometimes get hectic. some saturdays you're out getting bubble tea together and enjoying the city, and other saturdays you're hurrying to some publicitiy event hosted by the kamisato clan.

on those type of days, you can expect to wear gowns layered with shiny nylon tulle fabric. it's not as revealing as what you'd try on in dressing rooms with childe. in fact, it's a bit more modest.

today you're wearing a light-blue gown to match with ayato. you turn around to get a good look at the cute bow attached at your waist, your diamond encrusted earrings swaying along with you.

it's as if you've put on another costume. another front to wear for the night.

ayato enters the room just shortly after. in his hands is a diamond necklace to match with your stunning earrings. small smile falls upon his lips when he clasps it on.

"you're beautiful," he mumbles. you giggle when he kisses you square on the lips, licking away the tinted color.

"ayato," you press in-between kisses. you place a hand on his chest to gently push him away. "you're going to ruin my lipstick."

he pulls away with a cheeky smile, taking your wrists to wrap around his neck. "you can always put on some more later."

you pout but kiss him regardless. he tightens his hold on you in reaction, moaning into your mouth.

at these kinds of events, you're there as his plus-one. just so that other officials could stop introducing girls to him when he clearly wasn't interested in them. it'd be arguable to say that you might even be there to make the events a little less intolerable.

somewhere along the lines, you'd sleep with him in addition to being his arm candy at parties. sometimes even before: you two rushing to put on your formal attires and fix your hair minutes before the event started.

but beyond that, you started to get to know him better. he'd whisper into your ear about funny stories relating to the guests as you meet them. sometimes you'd run away in the middle of the party to binge out on the food and talk about your other interests. surprisingly, he doesn't talk about the politics behind his duties as the head of the kamisato family. not as much as you expected, at least.

instead he talks about his dreams for a family. how many kids, what their names would be, how he'd raise them. and as he talked, he'd give you this heavy gaze that you're not sure what to do with. as if he was expecting something from you.

you're beginning to believe that ayato has somehow confused contractual girlfriend with actual girlfriend.

when you had met ayaka months ago, ayato introduced you as his girlfriend. you didn't attempt to correct him—that's ayato's business. not your's. but when you're expecting ayato to come clean to his dearest sister, you're sorely mistaken.

instead, while he kisses your lips so hungrily, he subtly slips a diamond ring onto your finger.

sundays are usually kaeya's days off. although the cavalry captain's duties are seemingly never endless, he takes the day off to take a breather.

in other words, he sees you.

at first, it was just candlelit dinners. he'd walk in with a bouquet of roses, complimenting your dress and staring at you as if he was undressing you with his eyes. he'd take you to somewhere fancy, pull out the chair for you and sweet-talk you all through the night.

conversations were fun with him. you didn't have to think much at all, not about how to pay the bills, the six men in your life who seemingly began to want yours to only revolve around theirs, or being someone your not.

kaeya was probably the only one who you felt you could be comfortable with. he made you laugh, he'd tell all sorts of interesting stories, and he never made the silence feel awkward.

at least, that's how you used to be.

you see, usually after these candlelit dinners you'd both go back to his place, with him ripping off your clothes the moment the door closed. but as of recently, he's been asking to come over to your place instead more often. almost too often.

and that's not the only thing that's changed.

the sex used to be rough. heated. almost as if he was consumed by all of his pent-up sexual frustration and was only focused on getting off. he'd slurp your cunt like a man starved but he'd still rail you as if that's the only thing he cared about.

but as time passed, he's been getting more and more...sensual. the sex is much more slower. personal, almost.

vulnerable.

after dinner, he slowly slips off your clothing. one article after another, until your left in your underwear. he first kisses you on the mouth, then your neck, then your chest, then your stomach. slowly, he makes a trail of them down your body, as if no skin deserved to be left untouched.

although you made a rule that no one could leave your marks on you, it doesn't mean he doesn't try. as he kisses your lower lips, sometimes he'll attempt to leave marks close to your clit. if you're not careful, diluc will find it tomorrow.

his thrusts were always deep, but now that he's much more purposeful about it. it's rhythmic, as if he's trying to reach a new spot inside you. somewhere no one's touched.

the pillow-talks are much more longer as well. he holds you tighter now, wrapping his arms around your hips as he tangles his legs with yours.

instead of ranting on about the silly incidents he witnessed on the job earlier in the week, he talks about his feelings. towards you. towards diluc. towards himself. some nights you can handle it, some nights are too much.

but you can't say anything. not when he's holding onto you like you’re his lifeline. not when he helps you pay off your debt. and so you let his raspy voice whisper in your ear as he combs his fingers through your hair. you listen to him mumble sweet-nothings.

you're not sure if you like the adoring look he gives you as you drift off to sleep.

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[captaincryolicious]

it was yet another night void of sleep, of tossing and turning endlessly as you tried so hard but failed to fall asleep. you spent a couple of hours under your crumpled duvet before you decided that it was enough.

you kicked off your blankets, getting up from the mattress and blindly finding your way through your bedroom. you nearly tripped over some random items that lay strewn across the floor, but you manage to keep your balance and reach the door.

you venture into the shared living room like you had many times before. the faint moonlight that filtered through the blinds made it a lot easier to maneuver to the door of his bedroom. you didn't knock – he told you many times before that it was okay, that you could come in and wake him. your hand found the door handle and you quietly stepped inside.

it was dark, and you could barely make out the sleeping form of your beloved roommate. seeing him lay so peacefully made you feel a bit bad that you were about to shake him from his slumber.

"kazuha?" you whispered, placing a hand on his shoulder and urging gently.

being the light sleeper he was, he stirred awake immediately. a little disoriented, he sat up, his pale hair hanging loose to his shoulders as it wasn't bound into its usual ponytail. the male rubbed his eyes as he sought what awoke him – you.

"y/n?" he groggily asked, yawning cutely.

"i can't sleep," you mumbled.

it was too dark for you to see, but you could perfectly imagine the look of sympathy that would cross his sleepy face. ever since your roommate found out about your sleepless nights, he had been extra worried about you and the way sleep seemed to evade your being.

"c'mere," he offered as usual, lifting up the corner of his blanket to reveal the mattress. he scooted over, making room for you.

it had been awkward in the beginning, as you struggled to realize how close you and kazuha actually were. but by now it had become a regular way of comfort, one that you absolutely loved to indulge in.

you smiled, carefully getting under the covers. it was warm, it smelled like him, and you found your body relaxing as you sank into the mattress comfortably. the male tiredly wrapped an arm around you as he hugged you closer, and you took the opportunity to snuggle against his chest. the fragrance of the lavender oil he put on the corner of his pillow swirled around you, carrying memories of the many sweet nights you had spent in his room before.

it was so soft and warm, and you exhaled deeply as kazuha rested his chin on top of your head. one of his hands came to stroke your hair while the other held you snugly against him.

"try to get some sleep now, angel," he whispered, and your weary eyes fluttered closed as you relished in the warmth that blossomed in your chest.

kazuha pressed a chaste kiss to the top of your head as he cuddled up to you. in his gentle hold, featherlight but still firm and secure, it was a matter of merely minutes before you grew drowsy. it was as if your sweet roommate possessed a superpower to fend off the restlessness in your being, soothing you wholly as he held you so gingerly. it wasn't long before you dozed off completely in his arms, drifting off to the fields of dreams.

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[rainswept]

𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐔𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐎 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏

✧ — kazuha holds you close.

at least, in his mind, he does.

he would, if he could.

his hands trace over the fabrics that line his skin, the garments hanging loosely over a steadily breathing frame. perhaps it was a case of right person, wrong time; but it seemed much more likely that you simply were not meant to be. you never were, because trying to force two puzzle pieces together that do not fit will only leave both scratched and frayed.

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐔𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓

it was cold. very, very cold. and very, very still. the world quieted down at this time of night, this season; the wind howling in the trees the only sound. the scent of dew and gloom carried through the breeze, hoarfrost coating the leaves and frosted grass crunching beneath feet. he settled beneath a tree, turning to his clothing as his only source of warmth without you.

but he didn’t mind, not really. for he didn’t know you existed, after all. it was simply not in the cards for you two to meet. and that’s okay.

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐏𝐄��� 𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇

everything was too much. not enough. too much. not enough.

taking a deep breath felt suffocating.

he doesn’t really know how to handle the ache he feels, because he doesn’t know why he feels it. it’s a horrible, gnawing loss, made even worse by the lack of knowledge surrounding it.

so he turned to nature, as always. but even that was not helping anymore, because the moment he touched life, all he felt was you — but he didn’t know that, of course. it was all-consuming, and yet.. nonexistent, to anyone but him.

who was he, if he didn’t know what he felt?

he shivered. his clothes weren’t doing much to hold the cold at bay. despite that, it seems the chill was more internal than he thought.

𝐈 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔

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