#kazuha x yn | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

bunny-rambles · 2 years

Text

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Your lips, my lips

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

characters; Tighnari, Cyno, Scaramouche, Kaedehara Kazuha, gn reader

cw/tw; reverse hurt/comfort in Scars’s, overworked reader in Tighnari’s, injured reader in Cyno’s (plus one bad joke), Kazuha’s is pure fluff

word count; 400+ for each

notes; part two to this, it’s nothing but kisses and fluff with a smidge of angst bc I can’t ever have anything too nice hehe;;;; enjoy !!

Please reblog if you like this !!

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Tighnari

“Just one more…”

The ink was flowing faster than your hand could keep up with, rushed words almost looking illegible. Thankfully, this was just the fifth draft (or was it then sixth?) so there was no need to worry, you could rewrite it tomorrow. Over and over again, meticulously, until everything was perfect.

A sharp, hushed call of your name nearly made you jump out of your skin, the pen in your head slipping through your shaky fingers.

“It’s the middle of the night! What are you still doing up?”

Hesitantly, you shifted your gaze towards the shuffling footsteps, watching the doorway until a pair of familiar ears popped up. You sighed in brief relief, but the moment didn’t last long. The last person that you wanted to catch you in the act was Tighnari.

“Um…” You began, shrinking in your seat when he stood in front of you. “Nothing?”

The fox raised one of his eyebrows, glancing up and down at you before folding his arms over his chest, one of his ears beginning to twitch from annoyance. “Nothing?” He parroted, snatching the poorly concealed paper on the desk before you could even realise that he’d noticed it. Your raised hand fell pathetically by your side, head lowering when you heard the tell tale heavy sigh coming from your friend - a sign you were about to be in for the lecture of a lifetime. You could already see him pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation.

“… When is your paper due?”

“Two days…”

“How many drafts?”

“… Five?” You questioned yourself, raising your hand to scratch at your neck nervously. “Maybe six…?”

“Six drafts?! How long have you been writing?”

“… All day?” You had the nerve to look sheepish under his glare, both of his ears giving a particularly aggressive flick before he grabbed your wrist, dragging you away from your desk.

“Wh- Tighnari!” You squeaked, but the man in question continued to stomp over to where your bed was.

“If I have to sit with you until you fall asleep, then I will, but don’t even think about touching a piece of paper until you get some sleep.”

“But-“

“Ah, ah, ah- rest.” And with that, your companion shoved you on top of your bed, the impact making you bounce a little. You didn’t have time to complain however, since you were quickly swaddled in a comfortable blanket, with Tighnari snuggled up against your side.

“… And how would you know what I’m thinking about?” You grumbled, resting your head against his shoulder, already beginning to feel your heavy eyes slipping shut without your permission.

“I hear everything. That includes your thoughts…” The fox mumbled, his voice slurring just slightly. Was he just as tired as you? You hummed quietly in reply, moving in closer towards the warmth of his body. His large, fluffy tail curled around you as his lips pressed gently against your nose. “Sleep well, dearest…”

Cyno

Both of you released a collective sigh, the tension from your bodies finally beginning to dissipate. You sank into the tree you were leaning against - if you closed your eyes and concentrated, maybe you would become one with it. You wouldn’t mind that, honestly. Being a lonesome little tree in the middle of the desert, gently swaying in the calm breeze that swept across the land in the dead of night. At least you would never have to move again.

You only opened your eyes when you heard a quiet grunt beside you, and a weight against your shoulder.

“The camp and fire are set up, you can rest now.” The general spoke, his gaze on the growing flame in front of the two of you, his own eyes looking as if they had been set ablaze.

“Thank you, Cyno…” You sighed softly, leaning against him further. He hummed quietly in response, his head beginning to tilt to lean against yours. A moment of tranquil peace. That was until you moved to get closer to your partner, a sharp gasp ripping from your throat. The both of you sat up, the protector's eyes immediately going to the bloodstain on your sleeve. You had told him that it was just a scratch, but he had suspected it was more than that.

“Let me have a look.”

“No, it’s fine-“

“You’re hurt. Stop being stubborn.” His tone left no room for arguments, so reluctantly, you let him pull up your sleeve.

You winced at the sight of your inflamed skin, turning your head away from your lover's disapproving gaze. His fingers gently grazed against it, flinching back when you let out a quiet groan of pain.

“We’re going to need to patch it up.” You were afraid of that.

“We don’t have enough supplies, this isn’t serious enough to use them. What if you get hurt?” You tried to get your point across, but he had already made his way to the nearby tent to grab a first aid kit, one of the only ones you had brought with you - mainly because your partner has a tendency to not need treatment, even if he was injured. It was both inspiring and concerning how he could brush off being hurt the way he did sometimes. You, on the other hand…

“This might sting…”

“Are you sure this is necessary…?” You asked quietly, trying your best not to move when he grabbed your arm to steady it. He nodded once, hovering over your wound with the cleaning materials.

“Maybe there’s another way…”

The white haired man raised his head, looking directly into your eyes.

“If you have any other suggestions, I’m all ears.” The two of you stared each other down in the silence that followed his words, before your eyes trailed up to the large set of ears on his headset. You snorted quietly, laughing softly. While you were distracted by the awful joke he had just told and with practised ease, he quickly cleaned up your arm, wrapping it up efficiently before you even realised what he had just done.

“There…” Softly, he placed a sweet kiss on your bandaged forearm. “All better…”

Scaramouche

His back was turned to you when you came into the bedroom, but you were sure he wasn’t asleep. It was nights like these that the facade dropped, the mask shattering when it hit the ground, hard. When there was no Balladeer, no Scaramouche, no harbinger - all there was, was a hollow puppet. He had a name, once, but it was so far in his memories that he couldn’t even remember it. Where were the ones who knew his name, anyway? Surrounded by darkness, he couldn’t recall the light, or it's comforting warmth. Not when the room was dark and the bed was empty.

“Scara…?” You whispered, shuffling closer to the lump underneath the covers. He didn’t even stir. You would’ve assumed that he was asleep, if it weren’t for the fact that when you got closer, you could see his vibrant eyes were wide open. A quiet sigh slipped out from your lips, crawling into the covers and wrapping your arms around him from behind. Only then did he glance back at you, his hand resting on one of yours instinctively. The two of you stayed in silence for a moment, revelling in the comfort from such a simple gesture. Until you spoke.

“Nightmare again?”

He nodded his head slowly, squeezing your hand lightly. You knew he never spoke about the things that plagued his mind, memories lodged so deep in his head that he couldn’t escape them, no matter how hard he tried. Talking would only make them more prominent, so you never tried to make him speak about it. You would be there if he decided to, but only on his terms - you weren’t going to force it.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” The answer to that question would usually be left unsaid, but in the quietness, you hear a hushed whisper.

‘Love me.’

“I love you.” There was no hesitance, you would tell him over and over again, until all he could remember was the sound of your voice. He turned around in your arms, his own circling around your waist, pulling you in closer.

“Again.” He whispered, and you obliged.

“I love you.” His lips were on yours in an instant, hands moving to grasp at whatever he could. Desperate, hopeful hands, clinging onto you for dear life, kissing you as if you were the very air he breathed. Addiction to the sweetest relief - your kisses, your touch, you.

“I love you.” This time it was his voice, his words verberating against the plush of your lips, the sound so soft only you could hear his declaration of his undying adoration.

“I love you.”

Kazuha

Content fingers ran through fine, silvery strands of hair, twirling the edges around their fingertips. the reciprocant of the motion letting out a deep sigh. Smiling, you continued, watching as your partner closed his eyes in satisfaction.

“Feel nice?”

“Mhm… Very.” The ronin chuckled quietly, leaning into your touch.

If you were told a year earlier that you would have Kaedehara Kazuha’s head in your lap after the long day the two of you had spent together, you wouldn’t have believed it. This wandering maple leaf, drifting in the wind, finally decided to land on the ground - for you? Impossible.

But here you were, playing with your beloved’s hair, a fantasy you had craved from the moment your feelings started to blossom for him. Or if you were to go further, the moment those crimson eyes locked with yours.

You remembered the exact moment you fell for him. Out on the deck of the crux, the vision of him looking out towards the horizon with the wind blowing through his hair, that soft smile on his lips. How could you not fall for such a charming sight? Especially when he turned towards you, and that smile only widened. His hand outstretched to you, and without hesitation, you took it within your own. You knew that you could trust him to guide you someplace else, someplace better. You would follow him, no matter where he went. Your home was with Kazuha, and his home was with you. No place, location or city could compare.

“Don’t fall asleep on me, Zuzu.” You giggled, noticing how his breathing had started to soften and even out. His lips quirked up slightly, opening his eyes halfway to gaze up at you, chuckling once more.

“Why would that be a problem? I think this is the perfect place to fall asleep.” He chuckled once again, before continuing quietly. “It’s quiet, peaceful, and I’m with you. I can’t imagine anywhere else where I could rest. I don’t think it gets better than this. ” His own little piece of heaven.

“You do have a point…” You whispered softly, leaning down slowly towards his face, admiring his mesmerising features. Your partner's eyes opened wider, your only warning for what he was about to do. To say you were surprised when he suddenly sat up and captured a kiss from you was an understatement.

“I was proven wrong.”

“About what?”

The wanderer smiled.

“It got better.”

7K notes · View notes

covenantofthedeep · 8 months

Text

to kiss in cars and downtown bars ☆

☆ feat. | kazuha, venti, kunikuzushi, heizou, xiao and aether! ☆ summary | you go out to a bar with them. antics ☆ tw: mentions of alcohol and bars, suggestive - reader is referred to as "pretty", "beautiful" , "handsome" etc ☆ author's note | this is perfectly normal i am perfectly normal for venti i am so n o rmal. im so sorry if this is too suggestive

venti |

you're sitting on one of the high barstools, watching venti out of the corner of your eye. he's singing, gesturing wildly with the hand that's holding a wineglass filled with something that looks like champagne, and his hair's not in its typical two braids; you'd watched a group of girls do it up in a singular loose dutch braid. you wonder, briefly, how it would look loose, cascading around his face and catching on his cheekbones. you wonder how it would look if you ran your hands through it, how it would look sticking up? you wonder how he would look untucked, maybe if you kissed him....

when you snap out of your reverie, he's staring right at you, a knowing smirk ticking up the corner of his lips. as if he knows exactly what you're thinking. a hot flush spreads up from your chest, and you're positive you've turned red. the flashing lights play across his face as he tilts his head, and suddenly the room is far too hot, far too confining, and you're regretting coming out at all. you turn away and flash a smile at the bartender, setting a few bills down on the counter before gathering your purse and shouldering your way through the crowd.

outside, it's started to drizzle, and the air is cool and crisp on your fiery cheeks. you close your eyes and turn your face towards the stars, listening to the sounds of the bar behind you, the wind whistling through your hair. you shiver; it had been warmer when you had left and so you had neglected to bring a jacket, and now goosebumps pop up all over your arms. you sigh, thumbing your phone in your purse, ready to call a taxi to take you home, when someone grabs your arm from behind.

you spin around, muffling a shriek--and realize it's venti. he's smiling at you in that self-satisfied way, the same smirk he was giving you in the bar, the same smirk that has your heart pounding faster than it should be and your cheeks flushing. "venti!" you stutter out, squinting at him. "what are you doing out here? you should be in there." you gesture in the vague direction of the club.

venti's gaze flicks up and down your body, and suddenly, despite the goosebumps, you're far too hot. "well," he says, shifting from foot to foot, and is it your imagination, or does he look nervous? "well, you looked intoxicated. and i thought i should check on you, and help you get home, since you're my friend."

at that word, friend, you deflate. of course. you're just imagining things. you're just friends. you clear your throat. "i appreciate it, but i'm fine, really. i'm just tired, seriously. i think i'll call a cab and go home."

venti quirks an eyebrow, toying with a loose strand of hair that hangs in front of his face. you're seized with the sudden urge to tuck it behind his ear and you entertain the idea. just friends. "do you want me to walk with you?" he asks. "it's such a lovely night, you can see all the stars!"

you can't help yourself; you glance up. raindrops pitter down your face, trickling down the neckline of your top. you shiver. clouds coat the sky, a quilt of puffy gray against a deep navy background. "you can't see any stars, venti," you say, exasperated, still looking up. "and i'm cold. i think i'll just.. call a taxi. thank--" you look at him and cut yourself off, because he's staring at you.

the look in his eyes sends a sucker punch to your gut, knocking the wind out of your lungs and seizing you with the urge to curl into yourself. then he blinks and the moment's gone, and he's holding out his coat. "here," he says gently. "i'll walk with you."

you take it from him, and your fingers graze his, and it feels like you've been dipped into a pot of molten lava.

walking home is almost torture; walking just so apart, close enough that your fingers brush when you step but not enough for you to grab his hand if you wanted. the rain soaks your hair, plastering it to your forehead and droplets collect on his eyelashes like diamonds. when you reach your door, he smiles. "have a good night, yn," he tells you, turning to make his way off of your stoop.

"wait," you call, taking off his jacket. the rain plunges around you in ice-cold sheets, and you miss it already; the smell of champagne and flowers clinging to the warm fabric. he glances over his shoulder. "keep it," he says. "i'll get it next time."

and he winks.

kazuha |

when kazuha calls you, for some reason, you pick up. and, for some reason, when he invites you to the bar downtown (it'll be fun, i promise) you say yes. when he hangs up, you cradle your head in your hands and debate calling him back and cancelling, but then again, it's been a hard week, and maybe a night out is just what you need?

lurking in the corner of the bar, you realize that a night out is not what you need. the bar is hot and stuffy, and everyone reeks of cheap alcohol and cigarettes. you wish desperately for your bed, and you lost track of kazuha an hour ago. you cup your hand around your phone screen, squinting to see the time, and realize that it's almost dead. "shit," you mutter. "shit, shit. shit." you lean your head back against the wall and close your eyes, considering walking home or maybe taking public transport? but at this hour, the buses are notoriously known to be packed full of drunks and junkies, and you have no desire to deal with that, not now.

"hey, yn," slurs a voice near your ear. "yn, yn, yn! yn! can you hear me? yn!"

you jerk your eyes open and squint. "kazuha? are you... are you drunk?"

kazuha laughs; a noise so uncaring and free, so unlike his usual self that you have no choice but to smile. his usually pale cheeks are flushed, whether it be from the drink or the heat, you don't know. his hair hangs around his face, and the top button of his shirt has come undone. you wrench your eyes away from it and search his face instead. "drunk? me?" he asks, so innocent and dubious that you could've believed him if it weren't for the fact that he's leaning heavily against the wall. "i'm not drunk. i haven't drunk anything tonight. i'm just saying hi to my favorite pretty friend. can i not say hi to my favort.. favort... favorite pretty friend?"

you flush, tearing your eyes away from his face. "do you know how you'll get home, kazuha?"

he ignores this question and instead takes your face in his hands. "your eyes," he says, eyebrows furrowing, "are like pools. i could, i could dive in them. and swim. mmm, i love swimming." he lets go of your cheekbones, the skin where his hands were on you burning, almost as if on fire. "hmmm."

"okay, that's enough," you say, taking his elbow and steering him towards the exit. "i'll take you home. do you have a car?"

"yes! yes, i have a car. i drove here. are you going to drive me, favorite pretty friend?" he asks, wrapping an arm around your waist.

and so you wind up in kazuha's shitty red bug, his forehead resting against the dashboard. "kazuha?" you ask worriedly. "are you going to puke?"

he laughs dryly. "maybe. it wouldn't make a difference, not in this shitty car anyway. it's already been ... trashed." he leans back in his seat, finally, and gazes up at the stars. "the sky looks beautiful," he whispers, almost to himself. then he looks at you, the sparkles of the constellations reflected in his eyes causing you to blink and lose your focus for a moment.

the rest of the ride passes in silence, with you occasionally glancing over to check on his state--every single time, he's watching you. you can feel his eyes rake over your body, pausing when he gets to your eyes. you shift uncomfortably in your seat; why is he doing this? after maybe the fifth minute of this, you pull the car over. "okay, what is it?"

"what?" he asks quickly, folding his hands in his lap.

"why do you keep... staring at me? looking at me? do i have food on my face?" nervousness keeps you rambling, keeps you from looking at him.

"oh, i... no," he mutters, and when you finally do look at him, a flush is creeping up his neck.

"then?" you demand, impatient. you hadn't signed up for this, babysitting a drunk kazuha when you could've been tucked into your bed with your book, maybe some ice cream.

"i was just, i was just thinking how much i'd like to... kiss you."

you freeze; opening your mouth, and then closing it. "i'm sorry, what?"

and then he's holding your face, similar to the way he did in the bar, and tipping your chin up. his hair falls into your face, feather-light strands brushing your cheeks. his eyes catch onto yours, intoxicating, filled with the night sky. he brings his lips to yours, and he tastes like sweet champagne and, undeniably, kazuha.

when he pulls away, your hands are shaking on the steering wheel and he settles back with a self-satisfied smirk. "well," he says conversationally, his flushed cheeks and blown pupils shattering his façade of nonchalance. "now that we've got that out of the way, shall we continue?"

kunikuzushi |

you heave a sigh, nursing a coke, scrolling through instagram on your phone. why are you here, at a dinky bar, with kuni nowhere in sight? he had been glued to your side for practically the entire night; sullen, quiet, and holding a bloody mary from which he had taken exactly two sips, and then all of a sudden, he'd vanished.

now, in his place, is a burly boy with his hair combed aggressively away from his face--he's been trying to buy you drinks all night, all of which you had politely refused. now, he's teetering on the edge between tipsy and fully, completely, wasted. "oh, come on, you pretty little thing," he urges. "just one drink? just one drink and one dance, come on."

you fight the urge to get up and leave; that'll make him angry, and in his current state, you don't want to deal with it. "no, thank you," you say again, politely. "i'm the designated driver for my friend, and i have to stay sober."

he rolls his eyes heavily, taking a huge swig from the current drink in his hand. "oh, but fuck that, handsome. you can just come home with me, and your friend can call an uuuuber. come on, i promise i'll make it worthwhile!"

you shove down a retch and flash him a civil smile, turning back to your phone. you jump when he slams a glass down in front of you. "drink!" he shouts, and you cringe away from his flying spittle. "drink, godammit! i said, drink, i don't care about your pathetic little friend!"

you open your mouth, ready to bite back a retort and storm out of here, fuck kuni, when none other than kuni stands between you and the man. all five-foot-four of him. you can't help but feel flattered, his hat clenched in his fist and his hair mussed. he leans close to the man and whispers something in his ear that causes him to jerk back and settle on a stool at the other end of the counter.

"kuni," you breathe, grabbing his shoulder. he spins around, looking at a spot above your right ear. "kuni, thank you. i mean--i could've handled it, but thank you."

"i know you could've handled it," he spits out. "i just. well. i wanted to help. you've been sitting here, and you look so--" he clamps his mouth shut, pointedly looking at your eyebrow. "anyways. are you ready to go?"

you shake your head, confused. "i mean, yes-- i am, but i thought you were having fun? don't you... we can stay here a little longer, i don't mind."

"no," he says stiffly. "no, we're going. i would like to go now, so we are. unless you'd rather stay here with that guy?" he raises an eyebrow and gestures towards the man he'd just run off.

you can't suppress the chuckle that bubbles out of your chest. classic kuni, ditching halfway through and taking everyone with him. although in this case you can't be annoyed, judging how you weren't enjoying yourself anyway.

"okay, no, no, i'm coming," you laugh, grabbing his hand. "c'mon, it's an absolute madhouse. keep ahold of me while we go through, otherwise who knows what would happen?"

kuni has seized up, looking at your hand in his, his hat dangling limply from his other hand. "um," he mutters. "um, i. yeah, sure." and he drags you through the crowd.

kuni's hand in yours, his rough callouses against your smooth palm, sends sparks up your arm. you want to watch his constantly angry face split into a smile--or at least ease up on the frown. you want to watch him laugh. and you want to kiss that bastard.

the two of you emerge from the bar, stepping out of the suffocating heat into cold night air that can't be above freezing. why had you opted to go sleeveless? you shiver, rubbing your hands up and down your arms, casting a glance at kuni's thick jacket. "kuni," you say, smiling at him. "can i borrow your jacket? it's so cold out, and i don't want to walk home...."

kuni scoffs. "who said we were walking home? it's cold, i don't want you to -- i mean, it's too cold for this. my ears are going numb."

you tilt your head. "you don't want me to what?"

his pale cheeks go red. "i mean, i don't want you to catch a cold." you laugh, and he quickly adds, "just because, you know, then you wouldn't be able to drive me anywhere! no other reason, that's it, i promise."

he looks so flustered you almost feel sorry for him, but you can't stop. "you're worried about me, aren't you?"

he crosses his arms. "i'm not. i am not worried about you. stop smiling at me like that! it makes me want to--" he cuts himself off, but this time you don't goad him. you look at him, your heart a butterfly in your chest, your hand warm in his. you step a little bit closer and bend and place a kiss on his cheek. "just for warmth," you tell him, his face beet red and his hand death gripping yours.

xiao |

somehow you've persuaded xiao to let you put his hair up into a ponytail, and archons, you want to kiss him.

you lean against him as he tugs on his hair, scowling at his reflection in his phone camera. "xiao, leave it alone," you tell him, pushing his hands away. "it looks good! it looks good. i promise."

he sighs. "i guess if you say so," he mutters, tucking his phone into his slacks and shouldering his way into the bar. you lag behind, watching the muscles of his arms tense as he reaches up--again--to tighten the ponytail. he turns around and flashes you a small smile, pointing towards the bar. you give him a thumbs-up, grab a coke, and lean against the wall.

it's two hours later, after you've struck up a conversation with a boy--he's awfully cute, you have to admit--that you realize you haven't seen xiao in quite some time and you haven't checked your phone. pulling it out, you see that xiao's blown it up with texts, ranging from yn, where are you? to yn, i'm going to leave without you to yn, coem hep me. you excuse yourself and stand up on your tiptoes, scanning the floor, a furrow creasing between your eyebrows. he didn't really leave without you, did he?

arms wrap around you from behind and you whirl around, coming face-to-face with xiao's chips-of-gold eyes, his nose an inch away from yours. "yn," he says, his voice a deep rumble. "there you are, i've been looking for ages."

you stumble back. his breath smells like wine, and he smells like his cologne--sharp, faintly floral. you inhale deeply, reveling in the smell, and then ask, "xiao, are you drunk?"

he scoffs, shaking his head, but you can tell--he's listing to the side, his hands gripping your shoulders far too tight, his last couple of texts. that explains it. sober xiao would never be this close to you, let alone touch you. and yet, you wonder, staring at his lips, if perhaps...? what other things could drunk xiao do?

you step closer, grabbing onto his forearms. "do we need to leave? are you tired?"

"no," he replies, turning his head. you watch his adam's apple bob and wonder, again, what it would be like to kiss him. "i was just... tired of you flirting with that pretty boy."

you let loose a sharp burst of a laugh, thinking that this must be a joke. it has to be. xiao would never say anything like this, xiao would never act like this, this has to be a fluke. but when you look at him, his eyes are serious, his face unsmiling. "oh, xiao," you say finally. "are you jealous? you shouldn't be. you're awfully pretty as well, you know." and then you clap a hand to your mouth, surprised that you said that. out loud. to xiao.

but he's smiling at you now, his eyes crinkling at the corners, making him look absolutely irresistible. "am i, now?"

and he watches you flounder for words, burying your face in your hands. "no," you reply, your voice muffled. "you're... hideous. ugly. disgusting, even."

"hmm. sure, yn," he says, stooping to pull your hands away from your burning face. "let's get you home. i think you're a little drunk." and with that, he plants a kiss on your mouth.

shikanoin heizou |

you and heizou had planned to meet at the bar, because you lived on opposite sides of the city and catching a taxi together seemed more like a waste of money than anything. he'd called and let you know that he was standing just inside, so you head for the door and let yourself in, shoving yourself past the crush of bodies, desperately scanning the crowd for any glimpse of inazuma's famous detective. finally, you see him, and your heart... stops.

his hair is loose, his usual headband missing, and he's in something so much simpler than what he usually wears--your heart starts up again and stutters, and you wonder briefly how you haven't fainted yet. "heizou!" you shout, gesturing wildly. he turns away from the girl he's talking to, and his smile freezes on his face. his eyes rove up and down your body, taking you in, and his gaze pins you in place. you couldn't move, you think, even if he asked you to. not with those eyes on you.

you curtsy, trying to deflect his attention from you, trying to get him to stop staring at you like that. "yn." he smiles, winking at you. "look at you, all dressed up. i can hardly keep my eyes off you." you blush, knowing he's just a flirt and he says this to everyone, but you can't help but wonder, just a little, what it would be like to have him all to yourself.

"you look not too shabby yourself," you manage to force out, butterflies taking flight in your stomach when he grabs your wrist and yanks you out towards the dance floor.

it's five songs later when you protest against another dance, claiming your feet hurt--you've got blisters on the back of your feet and your toes feel like they're being severed with a chainsaw. you're not drunk, but he's vaguely tipsy, more flirtatious than usual; his hand is on your hip and the other is on the back of your neck, cradling it like you're going to kiss him. which you just might.

"noooo, yn," heizou whines, reaching for you as you peel off your heels and step back. you laugh. "heizou, you'll have no problem finding someone else to dance with. i guarantee it."

he pouts. "but i want you to dance with me! no one else! yn, please, please, please...."

the words send sparks through your chest and a flush rising in your cheeks, but you sit down on a chair. "no," you say firmly. "heizou, seriously. you're a dignified detective, act like it!"

he makes his way over to you and plops down by your feet, resting his cheek on your bare knee. "i am always dignified," he says, his voice muffled by his position. he turns so that his chin digs into your kneecap, and normally you'd push him off, but for some reason, you can't move. the place where his chin is on your knee is burning hot, boiling even, and you wish desperately that you were outside, sitting on the curb in the cool night air.

and that's where you wind up ten minutes later, heizou leaning against you, waiting for a taxi. "i don't understand why you don't have a car," you say, gently trying to shove him off.

"i don't understand why you don't," he retorts, braiding a strand of your hair. you sigh.

"it's just not logical for me. i can take the bus. but you can't, because you have no idea how to take a bus."

heizou rolls his eyes. "i can too take a bus. i'll prove it to you." he makes to stand up, but you grab his arm and pull him down.

"you can prove it to me another time, when you're not so... inebriated."

"inebriated," he repeats. he turns so that he's looking at you, staring right at you, your gaze caught in his, unable to look away. he leans closer, as though he's going to kiss you, and for a moment, you think he might. maybe, if you could just....

a honk blares beside you, and the two of you jump apart as though electrocuted. heizou's flushing, not looking at you, rubbing the back of his neck, and you're sure you look the same.

"a cab?" the driver asks, uncaring of what he's just interrupted. "a cab for ... yn?"

aether |

aether's handsome, and he's been staring at you for the better part of the last fifteen minutes. you and aether are friends; not best friends, not acquaintances. but you're just friends, which is what you keep repeating to yourself when you're seized with the urge to grab his face and kiss him senseless. he's in a loose black top with the upper two buttons undone, his face is flushed with heat, and his hair is escaping its typical braid.

"here," aether says, sliding a drink over to you. you take it from him, raising it in a cheers. you take a sip, closing your eyes. when you open them, aether's making a face at you over your glass, and you choke. as you're about to lower it down, he reaches out a finger and tips the glass up, spilling juice all over you. you cough, gripping the counter for support, frantically fanning the air in front of your face as though it would help.

aether cackles madly, snorting as you gasp for air. a dimple forms in one cheek, the perfect size to press your thumb to it. "oh, that was funny. oh, the look on your face!" he picks up his drink and takes a sip, making a face at the sharp taste.

"it's not funny!" you wheeze, crossing your arms--and then lowering them as you realize that you can't breathe.

"it was so funny," he retorts, setting his drink down. he leans closer. "you have to admit," he says seriously, eyes searching your face, "that it was funny. you're laughing."

you want to slap him, but you also want to grab his hair and pull. would it be soft, you wonder? would it tangle around your fingers....

you shake your head to clear your thoughts, almost as if they're cobwebs. you let loose a final bark of a cough and cast a glare at the glass that sits beside you, pushing it away. aether tilts his head and studies you, sipping his drink slowly. you lean closer and watch his eyes widen a fraction, bracing your elbows on his knees. his face flushes slightly--and you knock the bottom of the glass up, spilling the liquid inside all down the front of his shirt.

aether splutters, jerking his knees up so that your hands slip and you have to right yourself on the stool, laughing. "oh, you should've seen your face!" you tease, handing him a stack of napkins.

aether stops scrubbing at his shirt and sets his napkins down. you can't tell if he's gathering his composure or plotting something back against you, and you study his face, trying to figure out what he's thinking, when he reaches for you and grabs the back of your neck with one hand and your waist with the other, standing right in front of you. his face is so close to yours that you can feel his breath, smelling like alcohol and cherries. his eyes are wide, his pupils blown, and yet his lips never touch yours.

he finally pulls back, and your whole body is hot, and you find that your fingers have found their way to his wrist and your nails dug into his flesh. "you should've seen your face," he says, grabbing the pile of napkins beside him.

237 notes · View notes

shotosjupiter · 2 years

Text

MY SUNRISE — K. KAZUHA

࣪𖤐 waking up before your lover does. gn!reader

kazuha lay in your bed with his face pressed against your pillow, light snores coming out of him every few minutes or so. the curtains were left open from the previous day and so the colors of the iridescent sunrise were slowly pouring into the room and leaving their mark on the platinum haired boy.

red and orange hues were taking their turns dancing their light on his face as he slept on. the cat you both co-owned laid asleep next to resting boy as well, both creatures resonating in the rest within the sunrise.

it was a peaceful moment, you thought. your lover lay in your bed, gaining the rest he oh-so diligently earned, and the sun rise was upon you.

shifting slightly, you changed your position to face kazuha rather than the skies. his mouth was slightly agape as soft snores and murmurs continue to come in and out. still, his expression was one of calmness and peace. his hair was let out of the ponytail he kept on all day and the strands framed his face in a perfect manner even in this state.

you left a soft kiss upon his forehead, gazing at him with only admiration in your eyes. “i love you.” you whispered against his forehead.

there was a change in movement and kazuha’s arm came sliding out the covers to find it’s way around your waist. there was a slight groan as he rasped out, “dove, it’s so early, why’re you up?”

you warmed up to his embrace as you moved even closer to him, playing lightly with his hair. you hummed a response back, whispering for him to go back to sleep with the promise you’ll be there next to him when he wakes up.

“promise?” he asks.

“i promise, my sunrise.” you say, kissing his shoulder lightly.

#— writings.#kazuha x reader #kazuha x you #kazuha x yn #kazuha x y/n #kazuha fluff #kazuha headcanons #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #kadehara kazuha #kadehara kazuha x reader #gn reader

596 notes · View notes

ababyrasberry · 1 year

Note

Hello, I hope you're having a lovely day. I was wondering since you're taking requests, may I ask for a one shot or headcanons of kazuha and cyno from genshin with an insecure flat chested fem reader? I just really need comfort :'( Feel free to ignore this.

a/n: Ofcc!!! I hope you know that you are beautiful in every single way and ily!!

kazuha

-kazuha isn't the type of person to find a partner based off of their appearance, so your beauty just added to the good list of things about you

-he never really noticed the size of your chest until you pointed it out yourself

-he was so sad when he found out that you were insecure abt it cus he loves you the way you are <33

-"my love, i hope you realize that you are the most precious person in my life, i don't care about the size of your chest, i love you for who you are"

-kazuha def likes to cuddle with his face near your chest so he can hear your heartbeat

-it rlly comforts him❤️

-he tries his best to comfort you whenever you're feeling insecure abt your chest, and his words feel soothing

-writes poems about how you are perfect in every way, and leaves them around the house where you'd find them

-overall loves the way you look, and can't imagine a life without you<<333

Cyno

-little confused at first

-like kazuha, he didn't notice at first

-you don't like your chest?? what's wrong with it??

-when you tell him about your insecurities, he quiets down for a bit

-don't panic, he's just finding the right words to say so provide the most comfort

-will probably try to get your mind off it if your really insecure, he just isn't the best at comforting

-will play Genious Invocation TCG w you if your into it to occupy your mind

-if you aren't, then he'll hold you in his arms and whisper sweet nothings into your ear while you sit in his lap <3

-Cyno can get insecure about being too intimidating, so he understands how you feel about your chest

-he wants to make sure you know that he loves you the way you are and the size of your chest will never change that

-he loves you sm <33

115 notes · View notes

fabraies · 2 years

Text

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

originally posted on: 11/09/2022

original number of notes: 176

#kazuha x reader #kazuha kaedehara #kazuha kaedehara x reader #kazuha x yn #kazuha x you #kazuha fluff #genshin fluff #kazuha angst #genshin angst #genshin x reader #kazuha imagine #kazuha kaedehara x yn

156 notes · View notes

jellidecoffee · 1 year

Text

Fan fiction Idea!

Reverse Hanahaki AU

Y'all know Hanahaki right. So what if the reader is not the one suffering from Hanahaki it's the character.

Like imagine Scaramouche or even Xiao having feeling for the reader and they think that the reader is too good for them and they got Hanahaki.

Have fun! With this idea 😏

84 notes · View notes

mccnstruck · 1 year

Text

c’mere.

characters: kazuha x gn!reader

warnings: hurt/comfort, readers having a bad day

a/n: based on this post, this is purely self-indulgent cuz im having a shit day so sorry this might not be too great or might not make sense, reblogs are much appreciated as always

pit, pat is heard from outside, as the clouds sheds it’s own tears onto the earth. when you walk into your home, kazuha sits on the sofa as he awaits to hear the excited laughter of the person he loves. but instead, kazuha sees your face and his heart saddens. your tired eyes isn’t the same eyes he would stare at after kisses on the window. your lips didn’t curve at the corners like he remembered. the way you slowly walk to him, so slow and so hesitant makes his heart drop. he wonders, who took the soul out of the world, out of his world?

“lovely…what happened?”

to the regular ears, you would've heard an awkward silence. but kazuha’s ears picks up on your small mumble of, “a lot.” before you sit on the opposite side of the sofa.

kazuha frowns as he looks at your slumped state and wonders if there was anything to get rid of your problems, anything to keep you smiling with him. he sighs at the reality of his wishful thinking, but he instead takes your hand slowly, making sure you were comfortable with every move he takes. when you show no sign of discomfort, kazuha gently tugs your arm closer to him.

“c’mere.”

he crosses his legs and gently brings your head to his chest. his hand takes yours and rubs circles into your skin.

when you look up to feel his soft lips on the inside of your palm, you feel tears run down your face. and when you try to rub them off, it only brought more.

kazuha notices, and with his free hand wipes your tears away. “you don’t have to keep going. take as much time as you need. i’m all yours right now, and i’m forever yours for as long as you’ll have me.”

pit, pat is heard from outside, as the clouds sheds it’s own tears onto the earth. but as kazuha holds you close and you curl up in his warmth, you find that your earth gradually subsided the clouds in your head, and the sun shined again once more.

reposting or plagiarizing of my works is not allowed under any circumstances.

#[ zee writes ]#kaedehara kazuha x reader #kazuha x gn reader #kazuha x gn!reader #kazuha #kaedehara #kazuha x reader #kazuha x you #kazuha x yn #kazuha x gender neutral reader #kazuha comfort #kazuha angst #kazuha hurt/comfort #kaedehara kazuha

79 notes · View notes

bluedjaywrites · 1 year

Text

𝙺𝚊𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝙺𝚊𝚣𝚞𝚑𝚊 𝚡 𝙵𝚎𝚖! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛: 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚝 𝙼𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐

♪♫.ılılıll|̲̅̅●̲̅̅|̲̅̅=̲̅̅|̲̅̅●̲̅̅|llılılı.♫♪

Date: February 7, 2023

Title: Moonlit Meeting

Pairing: Kaedehara Kazuha x Female Reader

Scenario Type: oneshot, 3rd person POV, some crack, Kazuha being cute

Summary: While scouting the Inazuman coast, Captain Beidou's right hand sailor—[Y/n], comes across a poetic ronin on the run from the Vision Hunt Decree.

Legend: 800 words, [Y/n] = your name], [h/c = hair color], she/her pronouns used, reader is referred to as a girl, reader has an Electro vision 😭 and wields a bow

Notes: Hii! DJay here!

I CAN'T BELIEVE I HAVEN'T WRITTEN FOR KAZUHA YET MY BABYY 😫❤️❤️

[Y/n] sighed and gazed longingly at the maple trees behind her. She was patrolling the area around the harbor, as per Captain Beidou's orders. The Captain stated she had something she needed to get done, so she sent the crew on a few tasks.

Although it was a bit off-putting being on her own, [Y/n] was the Captain's right-hand sailor for a reason. Besides, it was rare being in the wilderness surrounded by land for her, due to being on the Crux for most of her days. The bright moon and the ocean's reflection of it illuminated the area enough to see properly. She quite enjoyed the beauty of Inazuma's land. The beautiful maple trees, the sweet smell of the flowers carried by the breeze, the red forest. Not to mention the yelling over the birds' chirping.

Wait, yelling?

[Y/n] quickly looked over to see if anyone was nearby, when she spotted a flash of white and red through the tree branches. She snuck a peek behind her shoulder. The Captain probably won't mind if I go check it out. Who knows, someone may need help!

The [h/c]-haired girl grabbed her bow from behind her back and carefully inched closer and closer into the forest of trees, trying to pinpoint where the voices were coming from.

"Vision Hunt Decree! Hand over your vision!

She came across a scene between members of the Vision Hunt Decree and another guy. He had white hair with a streak of red, and he looked battle-ready. But what caught her eye most was the maple leaf motif he adorned. The boy had multiple maple leaves on his clothing, and his red getup made him blend in with the surrounding maple trees. [Y/n] decided to watch a bit more to decide if she should intervene and stayed in the shadows.

The maple boy got into a battle stance, hand poised over his sheath, ready to defend himself at any moment.

"Don't move!" one of the soldiers yelled, which only made the samurai narrow his eyes and reach for his sword.

"Just a breath away until I reach the port..." the boy muttered, his red eyes darting at the enemies surrounding him. "Seems I couldn't evade you after all."

The group of soldiers unsheathed their weapons. "Vision Hunt Decree! Hand over your vision!"

Suddenly, something pierced the nearest soldier. The rest of the soldiers backed up. One of them spoke up, "An arro—!"

A flurry of arrows emitting a purple aura rained down on half of the soldiers, somehow avoiding the shocked boy in the middle. The remaining fighters ignored the boy they were chasing and charged at [Y/n], who emerged from her spot in the shadows.

She readied her bow, and, understanding the cue, the white-haired boy unsheathed his sword. "If only you could make one exception... things could've been easier for you."

Together, they blocked, attacked, and used their visions to defeat the Vision Hunt Decree soldiers. For extra measure, [Y/n] unleashed her elemental energy. "Gaze upon your demise!"

A myriad of Electro bands that resembled tape danced from her fingertips and tied the soldiers. She noticed how the boy's Anemo barrier swirled her Electro energy. "So you're an Anemo boy, huh?"

The red-eyed boy nodded, a small smile escaping him. "My sincerest apologies for involving you in my problems, my companion."

'My companion.' The boy's words made [Y/n] feel fuzzy. She shook it off. "No worries, just doing my thing. You alright?"

The maple boy smiled and shook his head. "I'm perfectly fine. Though, I should probably introduce myself. I am Kaedehara Kazuha." He reached out his hand. "And you, my savior?"

Why is this guy so smooth? "I'm a member of the Crux fleet and Captain Beidou's right-hand sailor, [Y/n]. Nice to meet'cha." [Y/n] met Kazuha's outstretched hand.

Her eyes caught Kazuha's bandages. "Woah, those are a lotta bandages, dude."

"Yes. I injured myself in a previous tragedy." He sat down on a nearby rock and cradled his hand, motioning his head for [Y/n] to join him, though she didn't. Kazuha's eyes flickered with an emotion [Y/n] couldn't quite place. Sadness? Determination?

[Y/n] sighed and peered at the ocean peeking in between the cracks of the trees. "Whatever the case, I bet flex tape will fix it."

"I... beg your pardon?" Kazuha cocked his head to the right, confused, making [Y/n] chuckle.

"More specifically, my flex tape," [Y/n] grinned, showing off her Electro vision by making bands that danced on the ends of her fingertips. She manipulated them so they formed a smiley face in midair.

"Mildly unsettling... but thank you." Kazuha gave [Y/n] a gentle smile.

Ignoring her hammering heartbeat, [Y/n] reached out her hand. "Let me introduce you to the rest of the crew. Then, maybe, you can tell me more about those maple leaves you adorn."

Kazuha chuckled and took the girl's hand. "You're quite the charmer, [Y/n]."

I'm the charmer??

Notes: I'VE MISSED WRITING SO MUCH THIS FELT SO GOOD-

Happy new year!! 🥳 How are you guys doing??? I missed you all 😭

It felt nice to finally get out some writing after a while of being inactive. But I will have you know becoming more active is one of my resolutions 😤 Because I am a cool kid™ 😎

I hope you enjoyed this! (Also, I hope Kazuha wasn't too OOC)

- Rara :)

♪♫.ılılıll|̲̅̅●̲̅̅|̲̅̅=̲̅̅|̲̅̅●̲̅̅|llılılı.♫♪

→ 𝙺𝚊𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝙺𝚊𝚣𝚞𝚑𝚊 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

→ 𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝙸𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

→ 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜

#DJay Writes ☁️#genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x y/n #genshin oneshots #kaedehara kazuha #kazuha kaedehara #kazuhax reader #kazuha x you #kazuha x yn #kaedehara x reader #genshin kazuha #kazuha

21 notes · View notes

jihyoruri · 5 months

Text

❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ 𓍢 LESSERAFIM AND THEIR HOT HEADED MEMBER lesserafim x reader

★yn refusing lesserafims love for five mins 768k views

↳ warnings: yn from paparazzi, idol au, yn being a short (for the plot) hot head, yn is the second youngest member

➩ CLIP #1 PLAYING… 📼

“- and that’s why I immediately take away people’s human rights when they say they don’t like ghibli.” yn says to the live.

the fans managed to get her on a major rant after someone in the comments said that they hate ghibli.

yn put her jiji plushie in her lap as she continued, “I’m not even joking.” she continues to read comments as they slowly turn from the topic of ghibli to someone being on the live.

“yunjin unnie is on here?” she asks as she reads the comments about the older member, “i love you.” she reads the comment from yunjin and looks side to side before ignoring it.

people in the comments laughs as yunjin orders the younger girl to say it back only to be ignored.

yn phone rings and she immediately knows who it is, she shows the camera her phone which displays a photo of yunjin kissing yn’s cheek while yn’s face is scrunched up in disgust.

“it’s yunjin unnie.” she says before putting the phone back down without answering and continuing to read comments.

➩ CLIP #2 PLAYING… 📼

like always in every interview chaewon sat beside yn, just so she can monitor the girl to make sure she doesn’t say something extremely disrespectful when she has the chance to get the mic.

as kazuha talked to the interviewer chaewon put her hand over yn’s hand that rested on the younger girls leg.

yn side eyed the older girl before slowly retracting her hand from under chaewon’s causing the older girl’s mouth drop in offence.

the camera zoomed in on yn and chaewon as chaewon tightly interlocked her and yn’s hands and put it in her lap as yn struggled to get out of her grip.

➩ CLIP #3 PLAYING… 📼

sakura and yunjin watched as the youngest members decided that doing something dangerous is fun.

while the girls filmed their vlog yn and eunchae thought that it would be a good idea to do something that might get them in trouble if they get hurt at the park.

yn stood on the swing seat holding onto the chains as eunchae pushed her back and forth.

even though yunjin and sakura should’ve been yelling at yn to get down they couldn’t help but fawn over how cute the hot headed member looked in her ear muffs and oversized sweater.

“I LOVE YOU.” yunjin yelled to the younger girl as sakura threw up a heart.

“EW.”

➩ CLIP #4 PLAYING… 📼

kazuha turned the camera towards yn who sat on sakura’s lap sipping her water, all the girls were tired out from performing the same dance over and over again.

she brought the camera lose to the younger girls face who just looks up at it, “say something to our fans.”

“love you.” yn says bluntly before going back to drinking her water.

“you never say that to me!” yells chaewon as the camera pans to her and back to yn who looks at the leader with a blank face.

➩ CLIP #5 PLAYING… 📼

the camera pans to yn who laid in the middle of the dance room as the dance instructor told the girls to take a break.

eunchae walked over to the girl and laid right on top of her back causing yn to groan.

“leave me alone.”

“no.” eunchae says causing another groan to escape yn.

“sakura unnie tell her to leave me alone!” yn yells to the older girl who watches the younger girls on the floor.

#firecracker!yn #lesserafim x reader #chaewon x reader #yunjin x reader #eunchae x reader #kazuha x reader #sakura x reader #lesserafim headcanons #lesserafim fluff #girl group imagines

1K notes · View notes

i-love-scarameowche · 7 months

Text

(This is in response to an ask but I accidentally deleted it, so, whoever that was, here it is!<3)

You won't leave me.

Content Warning ⛈️: Suicide, attempted suicide, mentions of making reader limbless, kidnapping, nonconsensual nonsexual touching and kissing, suggestive thoughts and thoughts of r4pe! Reader uses she/her pronouns. Ft. Yandere Xiao, Scaramouche, Venti and Kazuha x reader!

So, just dark content! If you don't like it or can't handle it, please, just leave. If that sounds rude I apologize but don't read something you might not be able to handle! ♡

Summary🔎: They're finally leaving you alone for a little while, maybe, just maybe, you'll be able to escape?

Part 1

I don't condone these actions. If you are having thoughts about taking advantage of someone, do not do it and get help.

If you have thoughts about hurting yourself or commiting suicide, know that you aren't alone and please try to reach out for help.

Words: 1k!

Estimated read time: 5 minutes!

You hate it here. You can't even cry, when you do, you get coddled or yelled at. You haven't been left alone for a year. Showers, going to the bathroom, sleeping, eating, everything! You don't want to feel anymore. Everything hurts. You're so tired of it all. But, finally, you have some alone time. "I will miss you, Dove, but I don't have a choice! Xiao will be back quickly, alright? So you won't be alone!" Venti coos as he holds your cheek. When they leave, and come back, they always hold onto you so much. It's so horrible. You miss your friends.. You know not all of them are still alive. Some of them have even been killed right in front of you as a punishment for acting out! Just a little protest!

You nod in response to Venti, forcing back the tears that threaten to spill except, for the first time in a long time, they're tears of joy. You quickly snap out of it, though. "Oh, poor Dove! Don't cry my love," Venti says, reaching to cup your cheek. You didn't even realize you were crying. But you play along with Venti, you have to, or there's a chance he won't leave. "I'll just miss you so much!" You say, internally cringing as you force yourself to hug Venti. You make yourself cry harder, thinking of everyone you've ever cared about dead. It works. "Don't worry, my love, I'll be back soon enough!" Venti coos, as a grin breaks out on his youthful face. You know he doesn't really believe you. Venti pats and rubs your back, kissing your forehead before lifting your face up to his, pressing his lips to yours. Kissing you.

You want to scream, to tell him to stop, to leave you alone! But you just comply, kissing Venti back as you cry a little more. The kiss is vulnerable, soft, in Venti's mind at least. To you, it's invasive, predatory, disgusting. You hate it. You hate him. Venti breaks the kiss. "Buh bye my love! Don't do anything stupid, alright?" Venti smiles, petting your hair. You nod, looking at him as he kisses your cheek and walks out of the door, unlocking the many locks before leaving the house and relocking all of them. You're sure there are more locks outside. You breathe out a sigh of relief and joy, a grin breaking out on your face, one that you were holding back before.

You laugh to yourself, you probably look so stupid, don't you? You wipe your tears. They've proofed the house so you can't hurt yourself without it being painful, and they know knew that you couldn't do that, you're you were scared of pain. So it's picture frames after picture frames of them and you, no knives or sharp objects, no weapons, plastic baby utensils, baby cups, etc. It's so dehumanizing. But, not anymore.

You break everything you can in the house. One last picture frame stares at you. It's a picture of you, Xiao, Kazuha, Venti and Scaramouche. Although Scaramouche and Xiao didn't really want to be in the picturenot rlly w Xiao. You rip it off of the wall, throwing it against the ground like you've done all the others. Yeah, maybe that's wasted time. But you wanna get back at them. At least a little.

Route 1

(I have never attempted to hurt myself in such extreme, so forgive me if I don't write it correctly)

You pick up a shard of broken glass, you tightly grip the glass, causing yourself to bleed as the glass cuts into your palm. You wince. You press the glass to your wrist. But, you hesitate. You don't want it to hurt. But this is the only way to escape. But you don't want to die. You press the glass against your wrist, cutting into it. You wince, tears start to stream down your face again. It hurts. You take the glass from your wrist and wince as the cold air reaches the wound on your wrist. You move the glass down, cutting into it again, this time, lower. You continue to cut, until you feel dizzy from blood loss. You pass out.

You...

☆ bled out! ☆

Route 2

Suddenly, the door is broken open. It's Xiao. "What is it you think you're doing!?" Xiao yells, quickly at your side and puting pressure on your wrist wound. He flings the shard of glass out of your hand, it shatters on impact against the wall. You struggle to get away from Xiao, trying to move back as you sob. "No! Stop! Let go of me!" You yell, but Xiao grabs you by the back of your neck, stepping over the shattered glass and various other objects, and he brings you to the bathroom.

Xiao starts to bandage and patch up your wrist. You didn't cut too deep, you were scared after all. Xiao softens. "Come on." Xiao grunts, lifting you up and bringing you to the bedroom as you sob and plead. Normally, the ones with the worst punishments are Venti or Scaramouche, and sometimes Xiao. So that's what you assume is going to happen. "Shut up. I'm not going to hurt you." Xiao says, laying you down on the bed and laying beside you. He hugs you close to him. He's glad he got here before you did anything more. But he's angry. Angry that you tried to leave him.

Maybe he'll cut off your arms or legs so you can't run or do anything without him. Just a compliant little bird. He would feed you, bathe you, have you drink things, have you be absolutely unable to do anything as he slots himself in between your thighs(that's where your legs would end, just above your knees), sinking himself inside of you inch by inch-

"Xiao..?" You tiredly whisper, snapping himself out of his thoughts. "Yes?" Xiao says, sharply. "I-I'm sorry..." You murmur, barely awake. Xiao curtly nods in response. Xiao feels you cry as you start to fall asleep. It's been a few minutes, probably around ten or twenty. Huh. Guess he just lost track of time.

You fall asleep. When you wake, Scaramouche is yelling at Venti. "Why did you leave her alone!? You stupid archon!" Scaramouche yells, glaring at Venti. "Says the puppet." Venti snaps, glaring back. Kazuha is cooing to you, realizing you've woken. You're laying in-between his legs, your back against his stomach.

You...

☆ Survived without a punishment! ☆

598 notes · View notes

bunny-rambles · 11 months

Text

Brighter now

characters; Kaedehara Kazuha, gn reader

cw/tw; overworked reader, cat-zuha (Kazuha is a cat boy) but other than that it’s pure fluff

word count; 900+

notes; enjoy this fic I wrote for both me and my friend who have been stressed for months about work. this is my third instalment of the cat boy series, so I hope you enjoy it <3

Please reblog if you like this!!

Red, to most people, was a warning. A sign of danger, a symbol of fiery rage, the hue of freshly spilt blood.

To you, however, this colour was welcoming. An all encompassing warmth akin to the flames gentle flicker, the petals of a lover's prized flower and above all, the colour of passion. Or, perhaps more importantly, love.

It was just a coincidence this colour was the same shade of the eyes that were staring so intently into your own. Red, it is all you could see, as rubies glimmered in the afternoon sun.

There’s a soft smile on his lips, as there usually was whenever he was gazing at you, and the way his gentle purring was practically vibrating the table he was leaning against, you could tell he was rather content. At least that made one of you. You try to avert your gaze away from him, being he seems to tilt his head in whatever direction you look. When you let out a frustrated huff, he chuckles. The sound alone could almost melt away all your worries.

Almost.

“Kazuha…” You sigh, exasperated, and in defeat. His ears flicker in response, humming inquisitively as he once again tilts his head to the side. So innocent looking… Yet he knew exactly what he was doing, and you couldn’t help but pout at that thought. “I’m trying to work on something.”

“I can see that.” He responds with that soft voice of his.

You grumble something under your breath before you try to look back at your screen. So much to do, so little time, the stress was evident on your face the second your eyebrows started to furrow. A notification sounds more like a gunshot than a friendly reminder someone has sent you something. Again. You groan in annoyance as your head hits against the desk, slamming your forehead down afterwards. Once. Twice. You couldn’t get to the third since a gentle hand stopped you from doing so.

“That’s not going to help…” The white haired feline states before carefully moving your head upwards with both of his hands cupping around your cheeks. He sighs heavily when he sees the state you’ve gotten yourself into. Unshed tears glisten in your eyes like fragile crystals, framed by dark, smudged shadows that decorated the rim of your eyes. How long has it been since you’ve slept? His thumbs run across the skin underneath, as if he could try to blend the unsightly colour back into your skin. “Oh, dove…” It's his turn to sound exasperated now.

“I know, I know-“ You try to say, but you stop from the stern look on his face. He looks like a disappointed mother. “Just let me finish this and/“ When you flinch again from the chime of another notification, he decides to take matters into his own hands. He carefully closes the lid of your laptop with his fluffy tail, not taking his eyes off you. “Hey-“

“You’ve been neglecting me, you know?” There’s a teasing note in his voice, and his expression is not one of anger, or hurt. It was more of a concerned look, if you had to name it anything. “And yourself…” Once again, his thumbs glide across underneath your eyes.

“I…” You have no words for him, but there’s no need for them. He just lets out another soft chuckle as he takes one of your hands in his own.

“Come on. I think we’ve both earned a little cat nap, no?” And suddenly, he’s pulled you up to your feet, leading you over to the hammock in front of a large window, where the warmth of the sun holds the bodies in front of its glow, like a blanket wrapped snug around a sick child. It’s the place he usually resides in when he’s left to his own devices, preferring being in front of the ethereal light instead of curled up alone in an empty bed. You’ve never been on it before.

“Are you sure that’s going to-“

“Just trust me…” The cat purrs as he lays back against the swinging cloth, pulling you straight into his arms before you even had a chance to resist. You squirm around as you grumble about how much you need to do, how you can’t just take a break, but he silences you as his tail wraps you up tight in his embrace. And suddenly you realise as your body melds into his own, that maybe this was exactly what you needed.

“There… See?” Kazuha sighs as he gently rubs his head against your own, his ears brushing up against your cheek. “Isn’t this nice?” He’s purring again, you notice, his entire body radiating happiness. And you had to admit, despite all the piling deadlines and the constant stacking of more, this was indeed ‘nice’. Although, you would use a stronger word for the way you were feeling right now.

“Yeah…” You agree as you shift yourself in a more comfortable position, as his arms circle around your tired frame, holding you close - /so/ close. With your touch as gentle as the one cradling you, you reach upwards towards his head and give him a few pets, which only accentuated his bliss in your arms. He hums happily as he lets his own eyes shut, enjoying the time together, a time he would never forget.

Kazuha takes many naps, but none were more satisfying than having his human beside him. Both his sleep and yours had never been more peaceful.

A quiet moment of tranquillity, bathed in melted gold.

#kazuha x reader #kaedehara kazuha x reader #kazuha x gn reader #kazuha x yn #kazuha x you #kazuha x y/n #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #kazuha fluff

192 notes · View notes

covenantofthedeep · 2 years

Text

i wanna be yours ☆

feat. | yae miko, kaedehara kazuha <;3 summary | @definitelynotahutaosimp 's prompt list, # 14! author's note | this was super super duper fun to write hehe. i love fluff <3

yae miko |

yae miko was beautiful, there was no doubt about it. but saying it? to her face? you’d rather die.

so you found out other little ways to tell her she looked great, and somehow, by some miracle, she never picked up on the fact that you were complimenting her. or maybe she did realize, but felt bad for you and didn’t say anything.

sometimes, when you talked to her, your heart would skip many beats (it was a surprise that you weren’t dead already) and your words would tangle up in your mouth and fall out in a clump of syllables. she’d laugh her clear-bell laugh and tap a finger on her chin. “what does that mean, lovely?” she’d tease, causing your cheeks to heat and a quick laugh to spew from you.

you loved her so much it hurt, and it hurt more because she just saw you as a friend. or so you thought. sometimes you’d hope otherwise, but who knew what was going on inside her plotting mind? guuji yae, head of the yae publishing house, a formidable force to be reckoned with, and also the stealer of many hearts, including yours.

sometimes, you’d work together (her muttering insults under her breath as she scanned through paperwork, you stifling your laughter behind your hand, although not very well) and you occasionally found yourself staring off into space, pretending not to watch her… but watching her.

her vision sparks lilac across the pages as she gets frustrated, a frown creasing between her brows. she huffs out a sigh and slams the book shut, leaning back in her chair. and then you have to say it.

“you look cute,” you say, and then clap your hands over your mouth.

“what?” she asks, a smile spreading across her face.

“um, um, i mean, um. uh,” you stammer. “i said.. you look like a fruit! yes, a watermelon.” your heart’s racing and your blood pounds in your ears. you’re almost positive that your face will explode. your whole head is hot. can she tell that you’re this close to melting into a puddle of shame?

miko clicks her tongue, leaning across the table to take your chin. “that doesn’t even make any sense,” she says. and then she kisses you.

kaedehara kazuha |

kazuha is very pretty. you’d have to be blind to not realize, you think, leaning over the deck of the crux to watch him work. it’s not creepy, you tell yourself, the sun glinting off of the sparkling blue water and partially blinding you. friends can watch other friends, right?

below, on the deck, kazuha rolls up his sleeves and waves at you. you wave back, smiling. he beckons you down, pointing to a pile of slimy ropes. you shudder. those ropes look like they’ve been dragged through hell and back, and you have no intention of laying a hand on them.

but kazuha… down there, his sleeves rolled up… honestly. the things you do for him. as a friend, of course.

you make your way down, squinting into the air. the day is perfect and warm, no clouds on the sky and the wind a soft summer breeze. kazuha works methodically, humming softly to himself as he rolls up the ropes. he pauses and peers into the distance. probably writing a poem.

“yn,” he says, smiling as you approach. and oh, that smile. it’s soft and sweet and a little bit cocky, and how can you resist? his lock of red hair slips into his eyes and he continues, unbothered. “ready to roll the ropes?“

you gag. “no, thanks,” you reply. “i’d rather watch.”

kazuha shrugs. he gestures for you to sit, and you do, watching his lithe form expertly wind up the ropes or hook them into place. an hour passes, the sun outlining his body, tracing a glowing line around him, almost like a halo. he looks so perfect, you realize. when he flashes you a grin for the umpteenth time, he looks so cute.

“what?” kazuha asks, turning around to look at you.

oh, shit. did you say that out loud? “um. what? haha, what?” you offer weakly, trying to salvage the situation.

“did you say that i looked cute?” he questions, raising an eyebrow. a smirk plays across his lips. (those very, very kissable lips.)

“no, i said you looked like a fruit, of course,” you say, rolling your eyes.

“a fruit. huh. that doesn’t even make any sense,” he mutters, laughing slightly as he goes back to rolling his ropes.

and later, when you find him after dinner, you press a chaste kiss to his cheek. “i do think you look cute,” you whisper.

“well, you’re in luck, because so do i,” he tells you, and you melt into a puddle on the floor.

#kazuha x reader #kaedehara kazuha x reader #kazuha x you #kazuha x yn #🔆 writes #kazuha fluff #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact x you #genshin impact imagines #yae miko fluff #genshin x reader #yae miko x you #yae miko x yn #genshin impact scenarios #yae miko imagines #kazuha imagines

297 notes · View notes

sakufilms · 8 months

Note

hellooo can i request a le sserafim x reader where reader usually wears oversized stuff but then one day they wore like a crop top and it shows like their abs

jaw dropping ; le sserafim

⇢ le sserafim finding out you have abs

𓂃 ⋆ 𓈒 masterlist

⌁ genre: fluff, romantic.

⌁ 0.7k words

! : gn r. r wears cropped tops.

✐ okay listen… i know my requests are closed, but this one was just too good to wait too long on. thank you dear anon for the request 🙏

MIYAWAKI SAKURA

When you decided you change your attire for the day, wearing something a bit different, you didn’t think it was going to affect your day the way it did. You were wearing a crop top, one that only showed the smallest amount of your stomach. You decided to get your favourite snack from the cupboard, not thinking about how reaching for it would cause your shirt to ride up, exposing your entire stomach. Sakura walked in at that moment, jaw dropping, eyes widening. When you retrieved your snacked, seeing her staring at you, you paused in shock. “What? Why are you staring at me like that?”

She simply continued to stare at your toned stomach, laughing lightly. “How did I not know how fit you were?”

KIM CHAEWON

You had two lunches prepared in your bag. One for yourself, and one for Chaewon. You decided to bring Chaewon something to eat today, which is something you did when you could. You were allowed in the building because of the fact that you’ve done this before, and the staff knew who you were.

Today your shirt was cropped. Your entire stomach was exposed, and it was a type of shirt you hadn’t worn yet, but you liked it. You felt confident.

You found Chaewon doing vocal lessons, and when you knocked, then opened the door, you heard the loudest gasp. It was dramatic, as well. You looked up from your hand on the door handle to find the most wide-eyed Chaewon you’d ever seen, and your jaw dropped slightly as you spluttered, realizing she was staring at your abs.

“How did I not know?” She said. She then laughed, seeing your reaction. She then saw the lunch you were holding out for her, and smiled warmly, thanking you and kissing you on the cheek.

HUH YUNJIN

One morning you had woken up before Yunjin, simply changing into one of her crop tops and a pair of sweatpants before your exited the room. You decided to make french toast for you both, hoping to surprise her before she woke up. You knew you had failed when you heard her footsteps behind you and she entered the kitchen, wrapping her arms around you from behind. She rested her hands on your stomach, freezing momentarily, and then she gasped. She lightly rubbed her hand on your stomach, and then turned you around so that you faced her. She made a noise of surprise, pulling you close to her.

“You look good in my shirt, y’know?”

NAKAMURA KAZUHA

It was quite random, really. You had the genius idea to see who could hold a longer handstand. Kazuha was all for it.

She had held it for quite an impressive time, but you were determined to beat it. What you didn’t think about was how your shirt wasn’t form fitted, and you didn’t tuck it into your pants either, so when you went into your handstand it exposed your stomach, your shirt falling until it stopped at the bottom of your ribs. Kazuha let out a noise of surprise, seeing your toned stomach (bonus: she also saw the way your arms flexed as you held your handstand).

“Since when… why don’t you work out with me?”

“Are you kidding? Your workout routine is brutal.” You replied, falling out of your handstand.

“Oh, I won.” She giggled.

HONG EUNCHAE

You and Eunchae tried your best to have a movie night as often as you could. Your schedules often clashed, but when you two found the time to watch something new or something you both loved, they were moments you cherished.

As you were getting ready for tonight’s movie, you didn’t realize that when you lied down on the couch, your shirt had moved up a bit, exposing some of your stomach.

A voice from behind you made you smile. “Popcorn~” Eunchae said, in the cutest way possible (everything she did was cute). Then, you heard a gasp, and her footsteps paused as she stopped in place. A moment later she giggled going towards you, putting the popcorn on the coffee table, and sitting on the couch you were laying on. She patted your toned stomach and laughed, not in a mocking way though.

“I didn’t know you had abs.”

@ sakufilms

#♡.lsfm #le sserafim #miyawaki sakura #kim chaewon #huh yunjin #nakamura kazuha #hong eunchae #le sserafim x y/n #le sserafim x reader #le sserafim x you #le sserafim x yn #miyawaki sakura x reader #kim chaewon x reader #huh yunjin x reader #nakamura kazuha x reader #hong eunchae x reader #fluff #all my works

574 notes · View notes

ariicandy · 4 months

Text

I Wish You Roses While You Can Still Smell

About : After breaking up your relationship with them, they still have the roses you gave them from that very day..

Note : I got inspired from the song to do this fic tryna think of what to write! Fyi I’m probably gonna write more angsty stuff again & kinda rush it..sorry..

Song : I Wish you Roses — Kali Uchis

Ooh, never thought I would be without you

I wish you love, I wish you well

★☆﹒Diluc, Ayato, Alhaitham, Kazuha, Zhongli, Neuvillette, Heizou

It was such an odd thought to him that you both would have your relationship off but now it feels so quiet and strange without having your presence near him. It did hurt, it really did, he just didn’t wanna show it and want to respect your decision to end things. He still looks up to the sky and recalls memories & times that which he enjoyed and cherished with you all these times…but now it really is a fainted memory to him. Sometimes the clouds would resemble a thing that reminds him of whatever memory he is thinking of and always tries to brush it off as he tells himself “it’s just you missing them, let them be happy with what they decided like I always do”It’s hard getting used to not having you around so much & to talk to whenever again

My love's deep as the ocean

Don't you drown on me

Just know, any love I gave you's forever yours to keep

★☆﹒Scara, Childe, Cyno, Itto, Lyney, Neuvillette, Xiao, Kaeya

Ending the relationship hurt him, it really did, but he can’t stop you from something you have already decided to tell him. It was hard to accept but he can’t stop you from deciding anything, he always tried doing things a lot more to take the break up off of his mind. You felt like everything to him, he cherished every moment he was with you, thought hard on gifts and/or trinkets to get you, now he’s wondering what is he gonna do now since? Even upon walking a field where flowers are near and grow scattered, he turns a little sad as he had probably picked some of these flowers to give to you when you guys went to a flower field. It’s gonna take some time to get used to not having you around a lot, huh?

256 notes · View notes

ababyrasberry · 9 months

Text

“the perfect surprise” (modern au)

You walked into the shop, in need of a gift for a special someone. It was you and Kazuha’s 3 year anniversary. As you looked around, none of the plants in the greenhouse seemed to stand out, so you left empty handed and out of ideas. You got into your car, and thats when it hit you. Grabbing your phone and calling the farm, you made an order, and knew that this was the perfect gift. You waited a few days, eager to show your boyfriend what you got him. Would he like it? How would he react?

A few days later, a knock on your door signaled that your package was here. You jumped off the couch and practically flew over to the door, picking up the package and going to get wrapping paper. You knew that this was the perfect gift. It was basically meant for Kazuha. You wrapped your gift with confidence and set out to your darling boyfriend’ house.

“Darling, I have a surprise for you!!” You said, walking into his house.

“You do? What could it be?” he mused, walking up to you and giving you a welcoming kiss on the cheek.

You gave him his present, anticipating his reaction, watching him with eager eyes. It seems as though he didn’t know what the present was yet, but had an amused face when he opened it.

“did you buy me weed?”

#x reader #fanfic #genshin #fanfiction #genshin impact #fluff #genshin x reader #genshin fanfic #kazuha x you #kazuha x reader #anemo #kazuha #stoner kazuha #weed #kazuha x yn #inazuma x reader #modern au

22 notes · View notes

foranpo · 1 year

Text

ੈ˚☆ genshin characters as romantic tropes.

fandom: genshin impact.

characters: tighnari, cyno, scharamouche, kazuha.

reader: gn!

genre: headcanons.

content: fluff, slighty angst (scaramouche, kazuha)

word count: ~350 each // 1.3k total

ੈ♡˳────── enjoy the reading <3 ──────

˚ʚ tighnari. destined to be together.

the gods themselves had brought you together. looking at the vast infinite sky, running through all the stars and constellations, it was easy for you to find your love written in the brightest points of the darkest night. for, you and tighnari, were destined to be together. and you knew it.

“blame the gods,” was what he used to say to you when you got into little arguments.

“blame the gods for holding me to you. for, in all my life I have never been able to walk a path where you were not at the end of it. and if it wasn't your smile that I longed to see in the darkest moments, it was your words that gave me the hope of a better day. blame the gods for not having the courage to take you away from me, because they know that our souls only feel complete when we are together, because there is no fire brighter than that of our hearts when we are in each other's arms.

blame the gods for making me love you. but also blame me. for I didn't fight my fate when I realized that you and I, like all the constellations, were destined to be guarded by the gods, our passion being an eternal tale of love only compared to the legends of yore, since a love like ours, a love so sincere and carved by the gods themselves, seems so surreal.

and yet I love you. I love you now, that's me. but loved you before I met you, that was the gods. and yet, I know I will love you after I'm far gone, for the memories of our love will remain carved in the stars that witnessed our love blossom and it will last forever. my love for you will last forever.”

ੈ♡˳─────────────────────

˚ʚ cyno. love at first sight.

all it took was an exchange of smiles and the whole world collapsed in your eyes. you went through troubled paths, several adversities that made you question whether, perhaps, that exchange of glances was just a fluke of fate. maybe your passion was a passing thing without a concrete future in front of you. but, behind all the doubts, there was a hope painted with colors of love and passion that made you believe, over and over again, that the first smile, the first look, would only lead you to a life together.

“I don't think it was a mistake,” said cyno with his forehead pressed against yours, the smile on his lips comparing to the first smile he gave you.

“I don't think that everything we've lived so far has been a mistake. our hearts are stained with the passage of time, sculpted by the arguments and disagreements we've had until this day. like the rocks in the sea and the most beautiful walls of the oldest temples, time is attacking our hearts, but only to strengthen them, to beautify them.

don't you think it's beautiful? don't you think there's beauty in our story? there is love and passion beyond the small arguments. there is desire and need, a mutual dependence and a strong belief in the other that makes me believe that none of this was, nor will it ever be, a mistake. there is so much beauty in us, my muse. why do you think we would be a mistake just because we have some occasional arguments?

don't you love me? don't you want me? don't you smile with the memories of our most tender moments? can't you see that the storm between us is just the waves of the sea carving our love to last? until our next life? until I fall in love with you for the first time, all over again?”

ੈ♡˳─────────────────────

˚ʚ scaramouche. secret love.

his love for you was scaramouche's second priority. his first was your safety. and, beyond the passion that burned scaramouche's chest, beyond the love that clung to scaramouche's fingertips, there was also the awareness that loving you meant hiding you.

“just until it's safe,” he assured you on the coldest winter nights when he just wanted to stay by your side and warm your body with the passion that hurt his chest so much.

“just until I'm sure the world won't steal you from me. my dreams are haunted with the idea of losing you, with the idea of them stealing you from me, usurping all my happiness and all the color in my life. my thoughts always flee to imaginary fights where I lose you, where your life shakily clings to my hands before saying goodbye with the sadness of someone who knows it's too late.

just one more day. one week. one month. just a little more. just until I can have your safety guaranteed and hold you to me for all eternity. just until I find a way, a solution, for all the evil in this world to be destroyed. just until it's safe. just until…

please. just a little more. I promise I will protect you. I promise I will love you. in public. in front of everyone. but, please, just wait. wait because I know there's more to us than these four walls and that the fire that burns in me, this damn fire that burns my chest, will never go out as long as you're by my side. but for that you have to wait. for me. for our love. for us. but just until it is safe.”

ੈ♡˳─────────────────────

˚ʚ kazuha. right person, wrong time.

the cause of your separation was still investigated by the most beautiful flowers of spring, by the hottest wind of summer. when autumn came, the trees realized the end of your love and tears of leaves ran all the paths you had traveled, only to be forgotten by the cruel and cold winter who knew better than anyone that there was nothing to blame but the cruel fate the gods had written to you.

“I don't know,” kazuha couldn't face you, but you could feel, in his trembling voice, that the anguish of his speech could be greater than your own pain of knowing how it would end.

“I don't know. I know nothing. I don't know anything other than what I feel. and I feel everything. I feel everything so intensely that it makes me weak, that it puts me down and prevents me from getting up. because I feel your love for me, I feel your passion with every word, with every caress. and I feel my passion for you. strong. warm. intense.

too intense. and maybe that's it. maybe it's this intensity that keeps me from loving you. maybe I have too much in me to know how to give you some. some of my weight. of my love. of me. I have everything in me. I have worlds inside of me. and I can't give you any of them. I don't know how to do it. I don't know. there's so much of me that wants you. there is so much of me that longs for you. and yet there is nothing in me capable of having you. to want you. I have hell inside of me. raging seas in my heart. I have it all. and I have nothing. because I don't have you. not like i want.

and I don't know. I don't know how I want you. I know that I love you. but I don't know how. and I will never know. for there is so much of me that decades are insufficient to decipher me. to understand my love for you. all I know is that today I can't take it and tomorrow I won't be able to. you are too much for me when I am already so much for myself. your love has overflowed mine and all that's left is the hope that we'll meet in another life where I'm still learning to love you.”

ੈ♡˳───── feedback is appreciated <3 ─────

2K notes · View notes