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paraliveimaginesblog · 2 months

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Hey, is everything okay? Can I request kiss prompt number 3 with Kanata? thank you (・⁠∀⁠・⁠)

Kanata Yatonokami:

3. A breathy demand: “Kiss me” - and what the other person does to respond.

“Kiss me.”

Kanata’s demand felt pathetic, like he was out of breath, but if he didn’t push himself in the moment, he would’ve lost his chance. You’re close now, your eyes have met, it was the time to finally make a move – he needed to know what it felt like to be close to you, if only for a moment. He had to feel your lips on his, knowing he was flooding your thoughts, that you were thinking of no one else but him. He wanted to command your attention in every possible way, desperation coursing through his body as he fought not to show it; he had never felt so needy before, this craving for you insatiable.

He had always convinced himself that he had more time, that you would always be by his side. Perhaps he had only viewed you as a lovesick puppy at one time, or maybe it was just his guilt in this moment eating him alive for pushing you away so long. The thing that had finally sparked him into action was watching someone else take the chance that he should’ve, making your eyes light up and eliciting a laugh so cute you had to be flirting back with them. It had made his blood boil, taking everything in him not to go up to that guy and make a point that you were his.

But you hadn’t been his, not really, not when he hadn’t responded to your feelings to show they were reciprocated. The logical part of his brain knew better than to blame you for all that happened, that your happiness was more important than his selfishness. It had genuinely scared him to think that he was losing you, that you weren’t firmly affixed to his side like Nayuta was.

You’re giving him a vulnerable look, eyes watery, almost like you don’t want to give in to him. Another thing he couldn’t blame you for, but this was the only way he had to convince you to stay with him – his actions had failed him so far but he’d give you every ounce of love he was capable of feeling in this one kiss, if you gave him the chance.

Kanata was almost desperate enough to plead.

“…You… you kiss me,” You finally mumbled out, the words hardly leaving your mouth before Kanata was on top of you, pinning you beneath him. Your heart jumped in your chest, the hungry look in his eyes causing the butterflies in your stomach to scatter in a panic, leaving your entire body a tingling mess of anxiety and emotion.

His mouth is on yours, taking your breath away, hands touching anywhere they could reach as you mirrored him. Your fingers found a home in his hair, running through the soft strands while his hands remained on your face, not allowing you to go far before his lips stole more kisses. Your lungs wanted to burst but you had craved him just as much, wanted this just as badly as he seemed to; if you could wrap yourself around him and melt into his arms it still wouldn’t be close enough for you.

You whined out his name and he groaned, once again feeling like the biggest idiot on the planet for holding himself back this long.

If he wasn’t careful, he might eat you alive.

But you didn’t seem to mind.

#Paradox Live #Paralive #Paradox Live Imagines #Paralive Imagines #Paradox Live x Reader #Paralive x Reader #Kanata Yatonokami #Yatonokami Kanata #kanata yatonokami x reader #scenario #kiss prompts

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kanatamour · 4 months

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A MILLION MILES AWAY.

“My soul is always with you.”

ft. Sugasano Allen, Hajun Yeon, Anne Faulkner, Yatonokami Kanata, Yatonokami Nayuta x fem! reader.

cw/genre: fluff, comfort.

Hey, nonnie ! You requested on my previous blog and I’m very sorry this took me forever, I still hope you can enjoy it, hun <3

ଓ SUGASANO ALLEN

— To ever enthusiastic Allen, the fact you have hearing hypersensitivity is so cool.

— To him, it’s almost like a superpower, how you can catch up on the faintest of sounds, even discerning their subtlety in all kinds of songs.

— So, it is not uncommon for him to ask you for advice when he’s composing BAE’s melodies.

— The way you can discern every variation in the symphony and how you always know what’s the best combination for it with the lyrics, never fails to leave your boyfriend speechless.

— In these instances, maroon eyes stare at you, lovestruck, the hue on his cheeks not so different as he gets a little lost in you as you compose.

— However, all gifts came at a price.

— Because your sensitivity to sound happened to be a double edged sword.

— You just couldn’t attend lives.

— You had tried. More than once. And it ended terribly every single one of them.

— The sounds were too loud, and the bright lights didn’t help either with the overstimulation the loud music already caused you.

— No matter how hard you tried to calm down, your breathing became shallow, ragged, as if your lungs were closing in.

— And you hate it. You hate you can’t be there to see your partner on stage from the first row, after how passionate he is with hip-hop, and after all he’s gone through to pursue it.

— But Allen does not only love hip-hop.

— He loves you, above all else.

— And he understands what it’s like to feel like you can’t endure it anymore, like you’re going to suffocate and like everything’s too much.

— His trap reactions are quite bad, after all.

— And he doesn’t want the one he loves so deeply to have to experience something similar to it.

— So he understands and he would never hold it against you.

— Now you wait for him, the covers of his bed snug around you, as you hold your phone screen before you.

— Earphones on, you watch intently, as BAE steps on stage.

— A phoenix flies over the audience, and a wide smile spreads on your face.

— This is the song you composed together, and you know, with it, your lover will shine as bright as his illusion does.

ଓ HAJUN YEON

— You didn’t want him to find out.

— Hajun is perfect, and you’re honored as it is that he wanted you as his girlfriend.

— For you to be this sensitive to sound… You know you’d end up making trouble for him if you went to one of his lives.

— So at first you make excuses.

— You tell him you have appointments or work on the days and time BAE have their lives.

— You feel bad for lying to him like this, but you just don’t know how to tell him.

— What if he thinks you’re stupid? What if he gets tired of you? What if he leaves you and hates you?

— These are the thoughts racing through your muddled mind as you stare at your laptop’s screen, waiting for the site where you watch all of Hajun’s stage concerts to load.

— It is strange, it’s not working… Perhaps the connexion’s just bad?

— While you’re immersed in your own tribulations, you suddenly hear the front door opening, making you jump and stand up straight.

— “Well, well, well, what is my princess doing here? Didn't she have work today?”

— “H-hajun… Didn’t you have a performance now?” You manage, averting your eyes from his vermillion ones. In the mischief shining through his sharp eyes, you know you’ve been set up.

— “I… I’m… I’m sorry…” You finally mumble, head lowered.

— A slender finger hooks under your chin.

— “Don’t look away from me, sweetheart.” He whispers, in the dimly lit space between. “Please tell me what’s wrong.”

— And in that moment, you see your own fear reflected in his eyes.

— The fear of abandonment, of being left behind, not loved or needed anymore.

— “I’m very sensitive to sounds, especially loud ones. So coming to see you live is impossible for me. I was scared. I didn’t know how to tell you.” Your voice breaks a little, your vision becoming blurry with tears.

— “I was afraid you wouldn’t want to be with someone as weak as me, so I-“

— Your words are cut off the moment your boyfriend’s arms wrap around you.

— “Don’t. Don’t say it. Because that will never happen. You’re not weak, dear. And I’d never ever think of not being with you.” Hajun’s own voice falters, his hold on you tightening. “I knew there was something going on. I’m sorry for not asking sooner.”

— After that, you never need to come up with more alibis to justify your absence.

— Your lover gets you the best (and most expensive too, probably) iPad and headset ever, so you can comfortably follow BAE’s lives from home.

— And of course, when he gets back home, he gives you plenty of affection (and teasing too). But that is a story just you and him are privy to, and is reserved for another day.

ଓ ANNE FAULKNER

— Anne is quite emotionally perceptive, so they pick up on the fact that something about physically going to live shows affects you.

— You hadn’t planned on letting them know so soon, but honestly, who can resist Anne’s comforting and kind aura?

— So you explain, how the loud music of the stage feels a hundredfold louder inside your head, to the point where it even… scares you.

— That being the same reason you don’t usually show up at CANDY Club either.

— Your partner understands, hazel eyes taking you in with tenderness.

— They sit next to you on the living room’s couch, arms wrapped around you. The scent of your lover’s perfume was too strong to some, but to you, it’s the known comfort of a hypnotizing field of poppies.

— “[Y/n]”. Anne calls. “What’s worrying you, hun?” Their hands trace soothing patterns along your back, the motions easing the heaviness of your heart, if only a little.

— You let out a sigh, shoulders sagging as you exhale some pressure out of you.

— “I feel bad, Anne… Because, well, you’re such a good partner, but I can never come to your lives or to the club you work at.”

— Their loving gaze is trained on you, head slightly tilted to the side. An invitation to go on. The promise to be by your side, no matter what.

— “My hearing… well, it’s above the usual, so i’m extremely sensitive to sound. For me to be in a space with loud music… It’s practically impossible. That is why I can never be at concerts to cheer you on. But I promise, I follow every single one of them from home, and you’re always stunning when you’re up there, Anne.”

— They smile, knowingly.

— “Why didn’t you say so sooner, baby?” BAE’s fashion icon asks, leaving an outline of vibrant lipstick when they kiss your cheek.

— “Please, never feel guilty or bad because of this. I love you more than anything, and that will never change.” They finish, eyes framed in fuchsia earnest when they meet yours.

— “But aaghh! I missed so many chances to do your makeup and hair! You’re following the lives anyway, no matter if it’s from home, so that calls for a cute outfit and eyeliner to match!

— Airy laughter fills the room. With Anne, there was no way negative emotions could ever get to you.

ଓ YATONOKAMI KANATA

— At first, he’s hurt.

— Why is it that you never come to see him and his brother perform?

— Are you just another rich brat? Are you looking down on them? Do you not support the one thing that sheds a little light in his life?

— And you are hurt too.

— Because you’d want nothing more than to be there, cheering him on, your smile, the first thing he sees when he looks at the audience.

— And then he realizes. It’s not that you don’t want. Rather, that you can’t.

— It only takes a thunderstorm for him to notice.

— You had always been skittish when you spent nights at his apartment and a train passed by, the tracks shaking and rattling.

— But this… You are trembling.

— “Hey, it’s just a storm, we’ll be safe in here.” Kanata tries, watching you bundled beneath the blanket you two shared when you slept with him.

— Your hold on the cloth tightens.

— “I-it’s not that, Kanata… I-it’s so loud, too loud… My head feels like it’ll split…”

— Oh.

— So it’s loud sounds you can’t handle.

— Thinking back on it, it is true you always turned the volume down when you two shared earphones, or asked him to do the same thing every time he showed you a new song.

— So that is why…

— Kanata’s arms wrap around you, pulling you up in a sitting position, nuzzled against his chest.

— The softness and warmth of both the blanket and his embrace engulf you. Like this, the storm feels a little more faraway.

— “I’ll protect you, [Y/n]. This is why you could never make it to our stage performances, isn’t it?” Your boyfriend inquires, his tone soft, uncharacteristically so, barely above a whisper.

— You nod, covering your ears as another thunderbolt besieges the slums.

— “Shhh, it’s all good, I’m here, [Y/n]. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

— “Kanata…” You utter, tone shaky.

— His eyes widen the moment he sees a sheen of starlit tears on your lashline.

— “Oi, what’s wrong??” Your lover asks, clenching his jaw.

— “I’m sorry… You and Nayuta work so hard and I can never see you live… I always, always watch from home, but I’m sorry I’ve hurt you because I can’t really be there…”

— “Silly.” Kanata cuts you off, with a smile that’s a bit sad, but still ethereal. “You don’t have to apologize. I want you to be safe, even if that means you can’t come to stage battles because it’s too noisy in there.”

— He holds you a little tighter, slipping over your ears the headphones he uses when he’s writing songs.

— The storm quiets down, and his arms keep you safe.

ଓ YATONOKAMI NAYUTA

— He thinks it’s cool you have that hearing hypersensitivity.

— For two main reasons: you always seem to pick up on steps approaching whenever bad guys are around; and because, similarly to Allen, he finds it so amazing how you can discern so many different notes in music.

— Also, because whenever you two spend time on the rooftop, Nayuta loves the way you seem to hear the wind, how you say it carries songs, different feelings relied depending on the color of the sky he always loved to look at.

— Even so, he’s not as fond of the sad smile you offer him every time he has a stage battle.

— Because you both know, it’s impossible for you to be able to go.

— But to Nayuta, the effort you make to support Cozmez even when you can’t be present speaks volumes.

— You’ve invested in a phone good enough to be able to reproduce audio and video in high quality, so that, no matter when or where, you can watch and support them from afar.

— Nayuta is very passionate about music, so don’t be surprised if he asks you to be the first one to listen to his and his brother’s music and ask you for your honest opinion.

— Your boyfriend is quite calm and detached, that quality being a point in your favor.

— You smile to yourself, he reminds you a little of a cat sometimes; he takes naps in unlikely places, likes to hang around the quiet of a building that feels closer to the sky than to the grey dull concrete, and has fluffy hair.

— You love running your hands through it when the sounds of daily life overwhelm you, it calms you down.

— In the same way, when the intense cacophony of sounds seems to be at war in your mind, Nayuta’s heartbeat manages to relax you every single time.

— The sky overhead is filled with stars that remind you of the color of his eyes.

— There is no moon on the indigo expanse above, and yet, that’s alright.

— You don’t need it, not when your brightest star holds you so gently.

— Your real star, this time. Every beat of his heart, a reassurance of it.

— The sofa placed on the high building’s rooftop is dusty, but neither of you care.

— You are together in this moment, a sea of constellations singing their silent love song for you.

— The world is at peace, the quiet only wrinkled by your call of his name.

— “Nayuta?” You utter, eyes fluttering open, just him and the stars mirrored in them.

— “Hm?”

— “Thank you.” You smile, one of your hands fleetingly caressing his cheek.

— His answer comes in the form of a smile, the sliver of moon missing from the sky above.

— The world is quiet and you are with him.

— In the starlight, the silence of the hour dances with his heart.

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fullmetalgirl98 · 4 months

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One Dream, Two Thrones, Two Crowns 🐍

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This spread is dedicated to @kuro-ayame and to all those who love cozmez and are sad about the injustices they've received in recent months (in many different ways) 🥺💕

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888xii · 3 months

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One Dream, Two Crowns

Attempting to remedy the fact that I've been a Cozmez fan for 4 years and haven't drawn any fanart of them (until now). Expect to see these boys a lot more in the future!

⊘ NO NFT, REPOST, or AI ⊘

Instagram | Pixiv | Twitter

#888xiiart #cozmez #paradox live #paralive #pararai #パラライ #nayuta #nayuta yatonokami #yatonokami nayuta #矢戸乃上那由汰 #kanata #kanata yatonokami #yatonokami kanata #矢戸乃上珂波汰

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oinkoink321 · 4 months

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO COZMEZ!!! THEY DESERVE THE WORLD 🩵💜🩵💜

(Also Merry Christmas guys!!!)

#cozmez #kanata yatonokami #nayuta yatonokami #nayuta #kanata x reader #yatonokami kanata #paradox live #paralive #paralive imagines #pararai #paradox live x reader

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bureikyun · 4 months

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kanata with different hairstyles the world

#first post of 2024 ig #paradox live #kanata yatonokami #yatonokami kanata #paralive #doodles #my art

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silvercrane14 · 4 months

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#get. get it #bc he got crucified #crane polls #paradox live #paraani #paralive #yatonokami kanata

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liaslullaby · 3 months

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Paradox Live characters when you send them a photo trying on lingerie

Pairing: Iori, Yohei, Hokusai, Allen, Kanata and Hajun.

I've seen a lot of people do this with different anime characters so I needed to feed my hyper fixation with Paralive, I hope they don't feel too out of character, I try to do my best

#paradox live #paralive #bae #the cat's whiskers #tcw #akan yatsura #akanyatsura #cozmez #paradox live x you #suiseki iori #yohei kanbayashi #masaki hokusai #sugasano allen #yatonokami kanata #yeon hajun #paralive texts

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yuitoru · 6 months

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Hello! if that's okay I could order some hdcns for cozmez + gklck (but if there are many then only cozmez + kenta and ryoga) where his fem reader is a ray of light who works hard to prepare adorable cupcakes to give to the fans as a token of gratitude for going to support them, It makes me laugh to imagine mc at the end of the show like "thanks youu , come back soon *greetings greetings* :D " jeje XD

that's all hehe I'm glad to see a new blog that write for paralive welcomeeee ^-^

a/n: hii!! yess i already love paralive so much i look forward to the new eps every week kjfirj also i js wanted to say that im not that familiar with the characters not yet introduced in the anime, so ill try my best for ken and ryo from their wiki pagesss imsosorry :((

ʚ ₊˚✧ ⠀⠀⠀ CUTEST CUPCAKE !!

incl : k.yatonokami , n.yatonokami , k.mikoshiba , r.tosa

₊˚✧ KANATA YATONOKAMI

kanata was a silent lover, especially when it came to talking about how much he actually appreciated everything you did for him. but, that didnt mean that he had no shame about your relationship - he just preferred to keep his affection behind doors

so, when you decided to prepare cupcakes to bring along to cozmez's concert for fans, kanata didnt protest in the slightest, but also didnt comment on it at all. however, internally, his stomach was doing flips and his heart was pounding - how could you be so cute??

at the concert, you were stood at the exit queue, handing out the cute cupcakes you had prepared to the fans, a warm smile on your face. kanata watched how happy you looked, talking with each fan and genuinely being glad to be there, as he fell even more in love with you - your selfless nature warming his hardened heart

₊˚✧ NAYUTA YATONOKAMI

nayuta was more open with his affection for you; hugging, kissing, and always holding onto you, even in public. he always communicated how much he loved you, not caring if he came off as clingy or needy

when you baked the batches of cupcakes and brought them with you to one of cozmez's concert, nayuta swore that he felt his heart skip a beat. you just looked so goddamn adorable, holding containers full of delicious, decorated cupcakes and handing them to the grateful fans leaving the venue. it had been completely your idea, no input from anyone else - just the goodness of your heart

despite the vast amount of people, all nayuta could hear was your bubbly voice occasionally speaking to a fan or two - "thanks for coming today!", "hope to see you again!", "please, have a cupcake!". nayuta was smitten, but he didnt care - he just loved you so much

₊˚✧ KENTA MIKOSHIBA

kenta was slightly hesitant when you mentioned wanting to make cupcakes as a little thank you for his fans. it wasnt that he was embarrassed, not at all - he just didnt want you to be stressed about making the right amount, or about allergies or dietary concerns for the fans. in his opinion, they didnt deserve your kindness - only him!

but when you kept insisting on making them, with that adorable pout on your face, kenta just couldnt say no to you. he did his best to help you as you made batch by batch by batch of cupcakes, lifting things for you and grabbing ingredients from the convenience store

after the concert, kenta stood with you as you handed each fan a cupcake, trying to keep the scowl off of his face as he watched. they didnt even do anything, and they got a dessert made by you! he swore he wasnt jealous, but the way he clung to you afterwards clearly suggested otherwise...

₊˚✧ RYOGA TOSA

ryoga often struggled with speaking out, so whenever fans would approach him and thank him for the performance, he would freeze, often making the fan slightly uncomfortable and upset. he hated his inability to speak to others, but he just couldnt help it, as he often scared people away from how he looked

thats why you were practically his voice, speaking for him when he couldnt. the idea of baking cupcakes for fans was yours, but he followed along with it, as it meant that he wouldnt have to speak out. he was used to using violence instead of words, but this gesture meant that he wouldnt have to; a kind show of gratitude

at the end of the concert, he helped hand out the cupcakes, making it quite a comical sight. a big, scary, intimidating man handing out cutely decorated cupcakes to fans almost half his height. it made you laugh on the inside, but you knew that ryoga could be gentle when he wanted to, as he was always with you

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yumenosakiacademy · 7 months

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"The two of us together, we're unbeatable."

#paradox live #paralive #kanata yatonokami #nayuta yatonokami #cozmez #yatonokami kanata #yatonokami nayuta #paradox live the animation #paradox live gifs #my gifs #gifs

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yatonekoami · 1 month

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All my parts.

Featuring. Kanata Yatonokami x GN! Reader.

"My scars are hiding Darkness, violence, vices, That keep me holding on to kindness, they all are mine

My heart is holding Sadness, loneliness, crisis, That keep me looking where the light is."

A (quite spicy) fic inspired by this beautiful art of Kanata by @/adriemori.

Tags: spicy, very suggestive, quite heated tbh, with some soft moments. I'm not sure how in character Kanata is, but he's both soft and... hot.

🌙 - For Lynnie @koumeowkami 💜 I hope you enjoy this. I listened to All my parts by Gyroaxia while I was writing this. Though spice is not my forte, I still hope you feel loved by your Kanata! <3

Finally, he could relax.

He hadn’t hoped working at this inn would be all smooth sailing, but encountering that damn chatterbox of a redhead certainly didn’t form part of his plans.

The young man lets out a long exhale now.

Despite the steam emanating from the warm water he’s enjoying, he can’t help but be reminded of your childish habit of blowing air in winter, your lips pouty as you watched it drift towards the stars.

He misses you now.

Sure, perhaps this is a rare occasion in which he gets to kick back and relax in a privileged atmosphere… But it could never replace the tender intimacy of holding you in between his arms on his run down shower as the hot water runs out.

Long lashes sprinkled in lilac stardust cast tempting shadows over his cheeks, head resting against the edge of the pool.

“Kanata…” The voice he adores whispers suddenly.

Is he dreaming? To the point of imagining you calling for him?

The water shifts.

“Hmm, maybe you’re not in the mood for a bath together?”

At that, his eyes snap wide open, hot water sloshing over the sides of the onsen.

Right there, before his eyes, you’re sitting. Legs crossed, toes playfully swirling the liquid surface, body wrapped in a flimsy white towel.

Kanata’s face flares up in all the shades of crimson of poppy fields.

“Wha- H-how- What- How did you get in here?” Your boyfriend whisper-shouts, eyes of violet starlight darting to the sides to check and re-check you two are alone.

“I missed you… So I just… Wanted to have a bath with you.” You pout, looking down.

He can’t deny the way you teased him one second and got shy the next was utterly adorable.

He wants this.

“What if someone sees?”

You stare up at him, the beginning of a sigh already curving your lips downwards, the gibbous silhouette of a moon clouded in stygian.

You make to stand up, the towel around you, a cloud of dusky fog.

It beckons him towards the bliss at the end of the path.

One of Kanata’s hands instinctively wraps around your wrist before you can move farther.

He wants you.

You bump into his bare chest, the splashing water the only sound beneath the warm lights of the hot spring and the stars.

Between your held breaths, your gazes meet.

And each other is the only thing you know in this instant.

Amidst the galaxy of you and him, violet northern stars guide your heart to his; your stellas entangled the moment your arms go around his shoulders.

And then you collide.

It’s the searing blaze of staring directly into the sun.

Because you were his, haloing his full moon, the afterlife of his perennial winter.

A shiver runs down your spine the moment his tongue prods against your parted mouth, his ardent way of asking for access.

Which you grant, as you always did.

His heart is a river, turbulence ending in the peaceful sea of yours.

He pushes you against the edge of the pool, the lean muscles of his frame all too present against your bare body.

If it wasn’t for his arms caging you in, your knees would have buckled already.

The waves at your very core throb, the ship of your restraint threatens to topple over.

And, at this point, you can’t tell if his hold is anchoring you or fanning your lustful flames.

“K-Kanata…” You whimper.

You’re taken aback by how weak your voice sounds.

How pathetic.

And yet, because it’s Kanata, you don’t mind.

He leans in further, his sharp canines grazing the skin beneath your ear, bloody camellias left in his wake.

“Wasn’t this what you wanted?” He rasps. The huskiness in his voice sending your heart into overdrive.

“I… I…” You mumble, before looking to the side.

Not for long, your boyfriend’s lips desperately locking with yours again, more hungry and deliciously violent this time.

The tips of his little fangs sink into the pinkness of your lips, in between every bite, only your moans and gasps.

Kanata wishes he could listen to you like this forever.

“My angel…” You utter, in between his onslaught of kisses, your fingertips tracing the slim muscles of his back, his arms, his abdomen.

Before your gentleness, his walls crumble completely.

No one has ever cherished him so tenderly.

If he’s the boundary between lightning and night skies, you are the breeze that blows away the clouds, the glow of his stars released from the shadows.

Damp strands of threaded hyacinth suddenly stick to your neck.

“You know I’m not…” He tsks, temple resting on your shoulder.

You hum, just holding him, in the quiet of the night.

The way his embrace tightens doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

It makes you a little happy and a little sad.

You loved feeling him close, but the desperation in his every touch and caress, the longing in every kiss breaks your heart a little, too.

’Please don’t leave, please never go.’ Are the words those gestures spell for him.

Your wordless promise comes in a trail of feathered kisses from his jawline to his chest. Your lips, akin to butterflies; ephemerally there, yet coloring his world eternally.

After a few silent heartbeats, Kanata’s hands cradle your face.

The illuminated water partially covering you two casts a faint turquoise glow over his face.

You can see every pore, every eyelash and crystalline droplet sliding down his cheeks, his hair, his neck.

Oh, how you envy the way they kiss his skin in such subtlety.

Your own hands rest over his chest; a heartbeat, broken and put back together by his own defiance thrumming beneath your palm.

In this instant, Kanata is showing you every crack, each glass piece catching the light in technicolor, melded back together, no matter how sharp and jagged, by the gilded aura of your sweet affection.

And maybe it was that, what ignited his own core now.

The next time your lover’s lips touch yours, you know it won’t be long until he’s on top of you in his bed, as you desperately try to be quiet, the intimacy of you and him, his most precious secret.

‘What are you waiting for?’ Your devious stare asks, the moment his lips separate from yours.

‘Remember, you asked for it.’ His feline smirk replies.

And you know that, no matter how exhausted you feel tomorrow, the pleasure of him and his smile right now are all you need.

The last stars would still be awake by the time you finally drifted to sleep, bare beneath white bed sheets. From a sky aglow, they bid you two farewell. Your heartbeat and your fingers comb through Kanata's hair, lulling him to sleep.

Though, no dream could ever beat the sweetness of your taste and touch.

He smiles now, soft and angelic.

Tenderly, you kiss his brow.

And even in your dreams, every bit of him is always with you.

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paraliveimaginesblog · 6 months

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could you pls do no. 44 with kanata? thank you 💕

Kanata Yatonokami:

44. Tentative kisses given in the dark.

The dark made it easier.

Kanata had been the one to suggest it which would endlessly surprise you, as you never thought he’d stay over night like this in the first place. And to think he was fine with sharing your bed when you had suspected he’d just take the couch… your getting injured must have bothered him more than you suspected. You had overheard his phone call with Nayuta too, who told him to stop worrying over stupid shit and just spend the night with honest intentions, but you didn’t entirely understand that part.

Must just be a twin thing.

The bed is even more comfortable with him in it, Kanata slipping under the covers like it was a daily routine. You felt your heart flutter at the thought of this being your first night spent in bed together, but there was a slight damper on the mood purely because of the circumstances surrounding why he was here to begin with.

“You never should’ve gotten hurt.” The ‘because of me’ was heavily implied from the pain in his voice, the way the blanket shifted as he moved further away from you. You reached out to stop him, fingers tightly wrapping themselves in the smooth material of his shirt; you winced in pain as your bruised ribs did not appreciate the sudden movement. You heard Kanata’s own sharp inhale, reacting to your pain, slowly rolling back to his side so your arm didn’t stretch beyond its limit.

“I’m okay!��

“Stop sayin’ that when I can hear you’re not,” Kanata hissed back, not wanting you to spare his feelings. His own stupidity had gotten you into a fight, and he should feel sorry for it.

“Okay, so I’m in a little bit of pain, but I don’t blame you. And it’s really pissing me off that you’re pulling away when I already said I forgive you.”

“I’m right here.” He lingered closer, and while it was hard to make out his face, you could feel how much distance had been closed between you. The conversation had died out but neither one of you moved, the silence ticking on so long you almost wondered if he had fallen asleep. He did not, because Nayuta’s use of ‘innocent, honest’ intentions echoed through his head. He had only planned to sleep on the couch, yet when you put up the offer to sleep in the bed together he couldn’t deny it. His mind wasn’t in the gutter yet but with how close you were, how you still hadn’t let him go, how he can smell your body wash that lingered on your skin, it was getting to him.

Kanata’s next move is, again, smothered in innocent intentions even if the location may bring that under review. Kissing was an inherently intimate thing to do, but to kiss while in thin, easily removable clothing, while in bed, just added to the emotion of the moment. He doesn’t think he deserved to kiss you after tonight, but you didn’t allow him to linger on that.

Your noses brushed thanks to Kanata, yet he wasn’t closing the gap quick enough. Perhaps he reached the end of his willpower, or he was filling himself with useless thoughts of doubt, but you could only wait so long. Your kiss is fast, too quick for him to truly appreciate, but it kicked his brain back into gear. The second kiss is led by him, still wary, gentle, like Kanata was holding himself back on purpose. You wanted to knock some sense into him but it seemed he was using his brain again, the kisses growing more confident.

You have no doubt something more would’ve happened if you weren’t covered in bruises, Kanata finding the self control to pull away, albeit very slowly. There was another silence but a much more comfortable one, where you both enjoyed the comfort of the other's warm body before slipping into a restful slumber.

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kanatamour · 4 months

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hi tora!! another blog, another request from me~ today im hoping for headcanons "how do they act when they have a crush and how would they manage to confess" with nayuta, kanata, reo & hajun!! i don't know how many characters you do at the time, so if that's too much just nayuta & kanata are nice!! thank you so much hehe <3

THIS IS MY LOVE.

Because ‘I love you’ is written in every single one of his actions, but he needs to tell you properly.

ft. Yatonokami Nayuta, Yatonokami Kanata, Maruyama Reo, Hajun Yeon x gn! reader.

cw/genre: fluff, love confessions, some angst.

Hello, Jules, dear and thank you so much for sending in another request here ! I’m sorry this took a while, but I still hope you enjoy it and that it can make you smile <3 I ended up making it in time before the year ends, so happy new year !

ଓ YATONOKAMI NAYUTA

“You came along, and my heart smiled. So, get rid of those doubts, my love, I’ve been waiting for you.”

— With Nayuta, you realize he’s in love because of his smile.

— His usually apathetic, even melancholy expression, is replaced by an upwards curve to his lips, brimming in a sweetness that is hard to place.

— To anyone who deigns to observe where his iridescent eyes keep looking, they’d find you at the end of the lane.

— It is easy to see, when you two are together. His gaze is a little brighter, that difference that makes you discern dusk from dawn; he seems more energized, the lilt to his voice a tad more upbeat, particles of sundust shining in the words he addresses to you.

— And perhaps everyone notices, and Nayuta hopes you do too.

— And maybe you already have, but alas, fear seems to follow humans in crucial moments, confusing the heart, leading it through twisting alleys that echo the unsavory sounds of ‘what if’.

— What is it’s just all in your head. What if you’re overthinking and reading the signs the wrong way.

— The sighs he lets out, alone, in the dead on night are the unheard confirmation that his feelings for you are real.

— And yet, miles separate you, each of you lying on your side in the blue light of a faded moon.

— But, as they say, every cloud has a silver lining.

— Nayuta just will have to tell you directly, then.

— Or rather, show you.

— You find yourselves on the topmost floor of his secret hideout, the sun casting in coppery hues the thousands of piled up buildings below; a beautiful contradiction, how the slums had a beauty to them at golden hour.

— But so did your moments with Nayuta.

— You found him, the one you hold most dear. It didn’t matter if it was in a place this world had forgotten.

— Because you could never forget Yatonokami Nayuta.

— Nor the kiss he gives you when you turn towards him at the call of your name.

— You can taste the remaining sweetness of the popsicle he was just eating as his hands land on either side of you, stabilizing himself when he leans in further.

— And because there is no way your mind is making up the cool softness of his lips on yours, you kiss him back, hands cradling his cheeks, strands of silken moonshine reflected on puddles after the rain tickling your fingers.

— “Is it clear now, that I like you, my cute [Y/n]?” Nayuta utters, in the sunset lit instants between his kiss and the second one you initiate as an answer.

— You don’t trust your voice right now, so you’ll speak in the language lovers do when words are superfluous.

— And you can be sure, he’ll be asking for more.

ଓ YATONOKAMI KANATA

“Your petals were bloodied amidst the storm and you still shined. When I next realized, I was the thorns, and you, the only rose.”

— Kanata doesn’t know what is it he feels for you.

— And what’s more, he doesn’t know why.

— Weren’t you another one of those rich brats to begin with? It was your fault that day you were in trouble in the rain, being robbed by some troublemakers.

— And yet, the moment you resisted to give them your pocket money and one of the attacker’s hands closed around your wrist, something in Kanata snapped.

— He doesn’t know how, or the reason behind which he found himself throwing punches until those bastards were running away.

— But he knew he didn’t like the sight of the cut they somehow managed to land on your cheek.

— “Thank you for that, but are you okay?” You asked him, checking for bruises on your nameless savior.

— You are the one bleeding and yet, you ask him that.

— “You shouldn’t be here.” Kanata spats, turning away.

— “Wait! What’s your name?” You asked, running to catch up with him.

— He ‘tsks’. Why can’t he leave you alone in the rain? Why does the sight of blood running down a stranger’s face sit so wrong with him?

— Annoyed, he drapes his jacket over your head.

— “You don’t want to know.” Are the last words he tells you, before running off.

— You stand there, dumfounded, the boy’s hoodie shielding you from the rain.

— You’ll be back here tomorrow.

— The sky dyes in shades of peach and lavender, reminding you of the sweet scent of spring. Ironic, in such a cold evening, and even more so in this district.

— You have a feeling you’ll find him again, so you wait. His jacket is neatly folded over your lap, as a stray kitten rubs itself against your leg.

— Then you spot him. Short sleeved t-shirt on, hands buried deep in the pockets of his pants.

— “Put this on, at least!” You call, throwing him his jacket. “Catch!”

— Eyes not unlike the color of the sky widen at the sight of you again.

— “Thank you for yesterday, whatever your name is.” You softly tell the young man, reaching where he stands with the small cat in your arms.

— It meows at him. Extending one of its paws.

— “See? He wants to know your name too!” You pout, holding one of the kitten’s white paws in your hand.

— “Ugh fine! It’s Kanata, okay?”

— “Nice to meet you, Kanata.” You giggle, as the cat paws at your hero’s face.

— And somehow, the way you call his name… It’s pleasant, a sweet melody shining in a world of gray.

— He wants to see you again.

— So, next time, he’s the one to seek you out.

— You always meet at the same place; the street where the white kitten lives. Sometimes it goes home with Kanata, though, and others you bring him to your apartment.

— Time is fleeting, and days become months, with December snow fading to rays of February sun, auguring an early spring.

— And then one day, Kanata isn’t there.

— You wait, with your cat friend, who meows sadly at you, climbing on your lap when the first tears begin to fall.

— That evening you leave, matching cups of ramen left to the freeze of a lonely night.

— However, someone saw this hurtful scene.

— “Care to explain yourself?” Nayuta asks his brother, slamming the door behind him.

— Kanata turns slightly around. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

— “Oh, you… You know very well. Why didn’t you go today?”

— To which Kanata shrugs.

— “Fine. I hope you know they left crying.” His younger twin points out. “Will you just face your feelings and accept you’re in love and that they love you?”

— “That’s…” Kanata’s shoulders slump. “They deserve better…”

— “Silly!” His brother intercepts, with a soft flick to his forehead. “And what? They want you. So you better get it together and go find them now!”

— And well, for some reason, Kanata doesn’t need to be told twice.

— Luckily for him, a small friend is there to help.

— Following the kitty, they both manage to locate you.

— “[Y/n]! Wait!” The boy who saved you that night calls, putting a hand on your shoulder.

— “What do you want, Yatonokami?” You ask, tone cold, without turning around.

— It hurts him. The way he’s hurt you, the way you won’t face him, the way you use his last name instead.

— “I’m sorry. I just… I’m stupid, okay? I couldn’t come to terms with- the thing is- I… I… Oh, to hell with it! I like you, okay? And I just didn’t know how to act around you or what to do and I thought you deserved better and so I just stood you up and I messed up.”

— A chuckle is definitely not the answer he was expecting.

— “You are cute when you blush, Kanata.” You murmur, wiping away a stray tear, smiling sweetly at him.

— “I’m not-“ He starts, cheeks blooming in crimson roses.

— “I said it’s cute. You are cute.”

— Droplets of thin rain begin to fall.

— “I like you too, if that wasn’t obvious.” You softly say, with a kiss to his cheeks.

— Much like the night you met, rain surrounds you. This time, it’s his cheek that burns, not because an open wound, but because of the searing sensation of a kiss he won’t forget.

ଓ MARUYAMA REO

“What is the point for a rainbow to hide? Let’s write our love in the sky.”

— Reo is a cutie and he definitely has a way with flirting.

— So that’s exactly what he does.

— He is not shy about it in the slightest, often complimenting you on your new clothes, telling how sweet you are or giving you hugs out of nowhere.

— Of course, all of the above, always that you are comfortable; Reo is very cheerful, but he knows how to read your emotions and pick up what you like and dislike.

— And at first, you didn’t think much of it. Sure, he is very affectionate with you, but he is with everyone else too, right? It’s not like you are receiving special treatment.

— Which, in turn, frustrates Reo more.

— Is he doing something wrong? He’s being pretty obvious, right?

— Or maybe… you don’t feel the same way?

— No, no, no, he can’t fall into negativity.

— He has to take you to a nice date and tell you how he feels directly.

— So, he puts together some money he’s been saving and chooses his cutest outfit. This is a special occasion and he wants to make you happy.

— When you arrive at the accorded spot, Reo is already waiting for you.

— Sure, he is a sunshine, but you didn’t expect an amusement park date, seeming how he and his gang usually preferred to hang out at the ramen place.

— “Hello, [Y/n]!” He greets you, those eyes of his mirroring the sunset clouds lining the horizon. “I got cotton candy hehe. One for you and one for me!”

— You take the sweet treat from him, eyes sparkly at the delicious sugary scent wafting around you.

— “Woaah! It looks so tasty! You’re the best Reo…” You thank him.

— And maybe, just maybe, because this is a date, you leave a cotton candy kiss on his cheek, giggling at the pink remnants left behind.

— To which the boy grins mischievously, bringing his fingers to it and tasting the sugary treat.

— “Hmm… Your kiss was sweeter…” He ponders, as your cheeks heat up. “What if we repeat it, properly this time?”

— And at that moment, beneath the lighting of dusk and attractions, your lips touch for the first time; a memory written over cottony clouds in rosey glaze.

— “I love you, pretty.” Reo utters, nose brushing against yours, when he parts.

— “I love you too, Reo.” Are your words, before you initiate a second kiss.

— Little did you two know, Iori and the rest of the gang are looking from afar, proud of his youngest member (Suiseki is a little jealous, but that’s another story).

ଓ HAJUN YEON

“I’ll erase the piercing words that were etched into your soul that day.”

— This man’s way of flirting is teasing you (change my mind).

— With his fans, he is all smiles and charming phrases, but when he really loves you, you get to see a more… naughty side of him.

— When he teases you, he doesn’t do it out of malice, no.

— He’s been hurt in the past, and even if his infatuation with you grows by the day, a part of him is still afraid he’ll be discarded again.

— The words ‘you are not needed anymore’ still resound inside his mind, no matter how much he smiles or tries to look perfect on the outside.

— So he’s wary of diving into a new relationship.

— But at the same time, you are so lovely… The way you pout when he’s teasing you, or how you call him and wave at him whenever you see him at uni…

— Hajun would really like to spend more time with you.

— “You should.” Anne tells him, when they finally get Hajun to spill the beans. “I know you’re afraid to trust but… Isn’t it lonely, to keep the one you love at a distance?”

— It is, yes.

— It’s painful if he stays away. And the variant of getting hurt hangs in the air if he tries to get closer.

— But, as they say, ships were not made to stay at harbor.

— So he’ll take this chance and hope for the best.

— And for that, you know he’ll use his charm.

— A cute cafe date here; dinner at his place that he cooked himself using organic ingredients there; and of course, the occasional expensive gift you had been eyeing, mysteriously arriving at your doorstep.

— You like all of this, and especially, you like him.

— However, a part of you can’t help but wonder: what does he want with me? What does he get out of all of this?

— With those thoughts, you lie in bed, listening to his music in the new noise canceling headphones you’re sure he’s bought for you.

— You’re so not sleeping tonight. Maybe tomorrow you’ll ask him about what ‘ulterior’ motives he has.

— The model’s vibrant eyes widen slightly behind his glasses when you utter the question.

— “Why me, Hajun? What are you planning?”

— It hurts him. How it seems he’s not the only one with trust issues here.

— So that’s how you think of it. Some kind of twisted game he’s playing to get something out of you.

— “I’m serious here, Hajun.” You insist, tone stern, when all the answer he gives you are the subtle expressions of his face.

— And for once, he decides to be honest. No mask of perfection obscuring the words he next speaks.

— “Because I’ve fallen in love with you, [Y/n]. Because I was afraid to trust, to be left behind, thrown away. But then you came around. And I wanted to spend more time with you. This is no game, not one that I plan on ending anyway.” He whispers that last part to your ear, a knowing smile on his lips as he feels the heat on your cheeks.

— “Hajun… You… You mean that?”

— “More than anything.” He vows, placing a kiss to the back of your hand, the one adorned with the set of silver rings he gifted you, never once breaking eye contact.

— Your fingers slot in between his. You suppose it’s alright to let your heart take command and test the waters.

— After all, you can’t keep denying you’ve been in love with him since the beginning, too. You just never thought he’d end up reciprocating.

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