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#kaedehara kazuha x you
ilyuu · 9 months
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ft. alhaitham, kaveh, kazuha, scaramouche & xiao.
warnings : modern au, established relationship, cursing (scaramouche), crack, fluff!!, lots of fluff!! lmk if i missed anything!
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and thank you for the inspiration @fuxuannie (sorry for the sudden tag!!)
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general taglist (open!) : @/zuyoo, @starz222, @haliyamori, @kazumist, @/tartaglia-apologist, @mikacynth, @angelkazusstuff, @doumalove, @kpop-and-otome, @emo-mess, @streetbystreets . . .
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sixosix · 5 months
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can i go where you go? | kaedehara kazuha
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warnings 2.2k words, lots of kissing… like srsly, pure fluff, kazuha is a cutie, not a slick cutie though, friends to lovers!!
or, three times Kazuha keeps kissing you on ‘accident’.
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The first time Kazuha kissed you, it was on Beidou’s ship.
You're only partially awake, your eyelids heavy, and you move with a slow, languid pace as Kazuha escorts you towards The Alcor. The wind hums as it caresses the sails, accompanied by the lively shouts and cheers of the crew on board.
“So early,” you mutter, sighing. “Too early. Sun isn’t even out yet.”
“It will be, soon,” Kazuha says, smiling at you in the same way that he always does. Tender, as comforting as the ocean pooling on your feet as you walk by the shore. “You mentioned you wanted to meet the Captain, didn’t you? Tilt your head a little.” Although he says it, his finger comes to your chin and gently directs your gaze himself.
He’s gesturing to the woman standing at the quarterdeck, her hands resting on her hips and her shoulders remarkably broad. She turns as if hearing Kazuha’s soft voice amidst the boisterous chatter. Your jaw goes slack in awe, excitement washing away the last traces of fatigue tugging your bones as everything you’ve heard about Captain Beidou from Kazuha comes rushing back.
Kazuha steadies you with a hand on the small of your back as your knees falter when climbing the ship.
“Captain Beidou!” You bow deeply, lowering your head to your waist, arms outstretched to offer her the sake and the sakura mochi you made the night before—which cost you sleep, but it is worth more than anything when you get to gift the woman who took care of your best friend when you couldn’t. “Thank you so much for letting me tag along. Please take this.”
Kazuha and Beidou glance at each other in surprise.
Kazuha starts, “You didn’t have—”
“No,” you say, firm. “This is the least I can do. Don’t try, Kazuha.”
Kazuha’s expression eases to a smile. “Alright.”
“I like this one, Kazuha,” Beidou says, ruffling your hair, and leaving stray strands on your head. She grins at you, all wide and wild. “Where’s he been hiding ya, huh, kid?”
“Somewhere in Inazuma.”
She laughs; it sounds like the roaring waves of the ocean. “Thank you. I’ll share it with my crew.” She turns, looking at you over her shoulder. You feel the hair on your arms rise to attention. “Let me know if you need anything, but Kazuha probably will see to it faster than any of us could.”
You’re not exactly sure what she means, though you can pick up on the knowing smirk she throws at your best friend.
“Men, to your posts!” she orders. Kazuha takes it as a cue to take your hand and lead you somewhere far more secluded.
No one’s watching; at least, not to your knowledge. The crew knows well enough they have their own business to attend to, and that no one should be interrupting Kaedehara Kazuha when catching up with his best friend since childhood, you.
Kazuha is a wanderer first and foremost. He does not like to be tied down to one place—he’d itch and wander off if you try to keep him at bay. However, there is one exception; one that has him visiting his homeland whenever he can, even when he is dangerously most sought after. When the wind subsides to a gentle whisper in his ears, the waves are gentle when splashing against the ship, and the crew is fast asleep, Kazuha finds himself stealing glances in the general direction of Inazuma. He knows you’re likely sleeping soundly there, expecting him.
This is what gets him to bring home whatever he may find along the way just to give them to you. If anyone asks, Kazuha would reply with a vague: “For someone special to me, in my land of birth.” Anyone would have guessed that, though, given the assortment of flowers Kazuha never fails to bring home.
You find yourself swaying back and forth along with the ship, your mouth running miles per minute as you talk to him on and on about how you’ve never been to Liyue before and your hands are shaking from excitement—or perhaps nerves, and how is Kazuha looking so calm and why is he smiling at you weirdly?
Kazuha has that fond look in the crinkle of his eyes. “Are you certain you’re not feeling sick? Lightheaded?”
Although the heavy rocking of the ship is unlike anything you’ve experienced before, you only feel the anticipation. Thrill. You’ve seen glimpses of Liyue from the letters Kazuha sends; you’re positive nothing can compare to the real deal, and that is what has you giddy, kicking your legs against the wood.
The early morning air crept beneath your clothes and left a trail of goosebumps in their wake. You shudder; Kazuha leans against you, the warmth of his body relaxing you immediately.
The world falls completely silent as you gaze at him.
“Kazuha,” you breathe out, eyes round with wonder, “thank you for taking me with you.” Kazuha goes still as you brush a stray of hair away from your face a little shyly. “It probably doesn’t mean much because you’re always traveling, and it’s probably such a hassle to be my tour guide, but I’m—mmph.”
The rest of your words are swallowed by Kazuha’s lips, and you, undoubtedly silenced by the press of his soft lips against yours. You have your eyes wide open, frozen as you watch the sunrise from the horizon over Kazuha’s shoulder, casting him an unreal golden glow.
Kazuha quickly pulls back and looks as startled as you feel. The kiss was about half a second, and it took nearly a minute for the both of you to process what had just happened.
He frowns, though it doesn’t feel directed at you. “Sorry,” he says slowly, as though he’s just been brought back up from underwater. “That was—”
“It’s fine,” you blurt, hoping the sunrise would disguise your stunned expression. “The ship—uh, it’s swaying pretty hard. You probably lost balance or something.” However, speaking it aloud sounds wrong. Kazuha just doesn’t lose balance: he’s the most seasoned samurai you’ve met in your life.
Then again, that would leave an empty room of explanation, one of which you’d rather not set foot in.
“Yes.” The sunrise has Kazuha looking a little pink. Or should it be orange? “Allow me to fetch us a bottle of water. You might get seasick.”
“Sure,” you murmur, though it’s lost to the howl of the wind as Kazuha swiftly jumps down, his Vision glowing on his back. The sensation in your stomach doesn’t seem like seasickness.
He doesn’t talk about it, so you don’t bring it up.
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The second time happens in public.
The moment you set foot in Liyue Harbor, Kazuha realizes he must reach for your wrist to prevent you from straying and getting lost. You dart from one corner to the next, exploring every stall, even stray dogs and running children.
“Liyue feels so…warm.”
It could be the orange glow of their lights, painting over the region with an unbeatable shade and atmosphere, perfectly replicating what it would be like sitting across a fireplace. Or it could be Kazuha’s hand intertwined with yours.
“Hearing that relieves me,” Kazuha admits, pulling you to the side as two men pushing crates on wheels rush past. “You are often unpredictable in what you like and dislike.”
You laugh, “Were you worried that you overhyped it? You tend to be descriptive with what you write back to me—what was it? The flavorful aroma coming from street vendors, the squeals of youth whistling past, the seagulls, and the waves of the ocean audible even amidst the bustling crowds… I can see it.”
“You remember all of that?” Kazuha looks adorable when bashful.
The sun is already at its highest peak. Sweat has started to form around your hairline; Kazuha had to buy you popsicles, which you got from the Wanmin Restaurant. The popsicle is entirely blue, nearly translucent, and tastes like eating just ice, but it effectively cools you down. Kazuha doesn’t appear bothered by the heat in the slightest, going as far as to insist on carrying all the souvenirs you’ve been purchasing.
He has only one arm full, though. The other is free and linked with yours.
“You didn’t tell me one important thing, though,” you say.
Kazuha blinks once, then furrows his brows. “What is it?” He looks sincerely worried.
“You didn’t tell me you’re famous,” you tease, nudging a red-faced Kazuha with your elbow. “Oh, it’s Kaedehara, you’re back! And here I thought you were like a celebrity in Inazuma. You might just be well-loved everywhere.” Well, who could blame them? You’re no better than the people of Teyvat.
He shakes his head. “Far from it,” he insists, ever the modest guy. “I just happen to be caught up with The Crux.”
“Those ladies seem to disagree. They were trying to impress you, you know.”
Kazuha shifts uncomfortably, his face a funny shade of pink. “I did not pay close enough attention. I apologize.”
A laugh escapes you, in disbelief. “Why are you apologizing to me?”
“I did not realize you were the jealous type.”
You gawk at his words, spinning around to see that a hint of something smug playing on his lips. “That’s not—You… shut up. I’m not.”
Kazuha opens his mouth to say something stupid to fluster you probably, but you’re quicker. You retrieve a container wrapped in plastic, its surface moist from the steam within. Kazuha falls silent, his watchful gaze fixed on you as you unwrap it, his nose undoubtedly detecting a familiar and enticing aroma.
“This is…” Kazuha picks one stick up and observes it. “Mondstadt Grilled Fish.”
“Yes,” you say, grinning proudly. “One of your favorites. You sent me the recipe last year, remember? Kept practicing it for this moment.”
But Kazuha’s heavy gaze is not on the food, but on you, an unreadable emotion clouding his eyes. The tension disappears when he smiles and takes a bite. You watch him enjoy his food in peace, belatedly deciding to do the same. You know you did good but Kazuha didn’t have to look like he’s in bliss, eyes closed and everything.
“Thank you,” he says. “You keep surprising me. This was meant to be a day for you.”
“You here with me is enough to make all my days,” you say, mouth full of fish grilled to perfection. Embarrassingly enough, there are crumbs that spew out. You take another big bite, crumbs of it sticking to the sides of your mouth.
You must look a little stupid, tucked in some corner of Liyue, standing next to Kazuha and eating grilled fish silently.
Your field of vision is abruptly engulfed by Kazuha's face. You have barely time to react, your body falling still as your attention is swallowed by the red of his eyes, which are focused on your mouth. You feel warmth press against the side of your mouth, your heart leaping to your throat at the sensation.
“Sorry,” he says, not looking at all sorry. “You had crumbs on your face.” Which does not explain why he has to kiss it off, but it was at this moment that you understand. Kazuha doesn’t lose balance and doesn’t do anything by mistake.
The dam crumbles.
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The third happens when the night is creeping in on your first day, in some inn you didn’t bother looking at, too caught up in the way Kazuha is grinning at you in his own Kazuha-way: all soft and sweet.
“I can’t… believe—how long?”
“I’m afraid I can’t answer that,” he murmurs, closing the door behind you. “It wasn’t a grand revelation that happened one night. It just felt as if it was the only explanation.” His eyes flicker to you, keeping your faces close enough to where your noses are touching. He’s waiting for an answer.
“I had a crush on you the moment we met,” you confess, face hot. “And then it never went away, even when you had to leave. Distance makes the heart grow fonder or whatever.”
Kazuha’s smile tips on something a little more sly. “I apologize for keeping you waiting, then.”
Years and years of longing for Kazuha, rereading each and every one of his letters, and cherishing every second of when he comes to visit—all of it’s more than worth it if it led you here, in a secluded room, sharing hushed whispers with the boy you’ve wanted all your life.
“So… what are we—”
You’re rudely interrupted by Kazuha pecking your lips.
You frown. “Hey, wait, I’m—mmph—trying to—Kazuha!”
“I’m sorry,” he says, but he tugs you to his chest as you wrap your arms around his neck. “Sorry,” he murmurs again, but he’s leaving a trail of kisses along your jaw, smiling against your skin as you shiver.
“It’s okay,” you whisper in the quiet of the night, in the steady silence occasionally broken by the beating of your hearts. “It was an accident.”
“Mm,” he hums, nodding. “An accident.”
You stare at each other for a pregnant pause.
“This one isn’t, though,” Kazuha says and dives in for a kiss that leaves you breathless, years and years of buried feelings pouring over.
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this was supposed to be for kazuha’s bday but i couldn't finish it in time :(!!! belated happy birthday to the greenest flag ever <3
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bboricha · 1 year
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we did... what in your mind?!
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➳ wc: ~600 ➳ pairings: pervert streamer!kaedehara kazuha x mind reader afab!reader ➳ cw: shibari, one (1) hickey, pet name (my love), praise kink if u squint ➳ kabukicho bad trip: 5wirl edition masterlist
synopsis: you're in lit class with one of the most famous people at your university, kaedehara kazuha, a streamer. you happen to be bored and ran out of things to do, letting your eyes wander around the room and you end up meeting kazuha's, getting a glimpse into his mind.
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you're sitting in class, zoning out to the droning voice of your professor, going on about Chaucer or Conrad or something—you're not sure, you don't really care. heart...darkness...canterbury... it's whatever, it's not important.
you've already run out of things to do on your laptop too. solitaire? you're tired of it. tetris? you might rage even if it isn't a rage kind of game. amazon? you're too broke. you huff out a frustrated breath, opting to look around the class instead, to maybe daydream, or maybe listen to what others have to say. in their minds, you mean.
yes, you'd rather not listen to other people's thoughts because you know how creepy it would be if they knew, because you know, you just want to respect their privacy. but sometimes you genuinely can't help it if you happen to make eye contact with them—that’s what triggers it after all. it’s kind of hard though to keep your eyes cast down all the time because you also try to make an effort to seem like a normal, sociable person. it just gets awkward sometimes when you're speaking and they start thinking of a lunch menu instead.
your eyes wander over to kaedehara kazuha—a popular streamer known for his parasocial relationships with his fans that happen because he's apparently genuinely nice. not that it matters, but his existence in your class has been a bit of a nuisance to say the least. at the start of the semester, people used to flock around your class at the beginning and the end in hopes of snapping a photo of him. you understand why, he's very attractive pretty and famous, who wouldn't want a picture of an internet celebrity? a lot of people actually, but it doesn't too much anymore because apparently he asked on stream for people to stop it and to your surprise, they actually listened (lol). 
it was then his eyes met yours and you flinch, a barrage of obscene images flooding your head.
”you actually like being tied up, don’t you?” kazuha asks, the breath of his voice hits your ear as he tugs on the binds around your body, pulling you towards him. the red rope digs into your skin, the sting complementing the way his fat cock drags inside your walls. he sucks a mark onto the crook of your neck, promptly pushing you back into his pillows as he takes hold of your hips, spreading you apart as he pulls out, leaving just the tip in.
“you’re sucking me in so… much,” he groans, slowly thrusting back inch by inch, making you whine against his sheets begging for him to go faster. “patience is a virtue, my love.”
he bottoms out, grinding on you when he tugs at the rope again, tears falling from your eyes as a result. he takes notice of this, caging you with his frame as he leans in, the angle of his cock seemingly hitting you even deeper than before (if it was even possible), and he wipes the tears from your eyes.
“just a bit more, alright? you’re doing so well,”
you gasp, averting your eyes and immediately slapping a hand over your mouth to prevent any more unprompted noises. what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck?? you think, entirely unsure how to process this sudden surge of information. you cautiously look back up towards kazuha’s direction against your better judgment, almost flinching for a second time when you notice his stare. he mouths a “are you ok,” his thoughts reading as genuinely concerned so you vehemently nod your head and he smiles in return. you can feel your cheeks heating up as you place your arm on the desk, resting your chin on your hand and returning your attention to your computer that was left open on a new tab.
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➳ an: foaming at the mouth i love ooc kazuha where there's more than meets the eye with him oh god
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xiaours · 2 months
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INTIMACY
— affectionate moments shared between the two of you
pairing. kazuha, ayato, neuvilette x gn!reader (seperate)
cw. fluff, established relationship, pet names, kisses
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— KAZUHA
leaning on the door frame as he watches you get ready
Beidou's ship has anchored for the weekend at Liyue, so why not go on a long-deserved date night? Kazuha was taking you out to Xinyue Kiosk for the evening. And now that he had finalized himself, he could now admire you as you also got ready. You buttoned up your shirt as you saw him standing there, a small warmth creeping up to your cheeks. He sends you a smile, his eyes filled with love and adoration. He then walked up to you, hugging you from behind as both of his hands caress your waist. He looks at you through the mirror before planting a feathered kiss on your soft cheek.
"You look breathtaking, darling."
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— AYATO
washing each other's hair in the shower after a tiring day
The day had come to an end, and Ayato had suggested taking a calming shower together to help the both of you relax. He poured the shampoo into his hand and gently lathered it into your hair, massaging through the sore areas on your scalp. You loved moments like these, where the two of you could bask in each other's comfort, nothing but the sound of Ayato's voice and the running water. After he had finished washing your hair, you had turned and it was your turn to wash his hair. Running your hands through the soft strands of his hair. You finished after some time, he had turned to you, a smile on his face as he leaned in and kissed your lips.
"This is my favorite part of the day, dear."
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— NEUVILETTE
getting ready together while the sun is rising
It's become a habit now. The two of you would get up just before the sun could peak over the horizon. You were still in your comfortable nightwear, as your lover continued to get dressed. You made some delicious breakfast and made sure to cook it just how Neuvilette liked it, not that he already did. He came into the kitchen, all dressed and ready for the long day ahead. Neuvilette has helped you cook just before the sun finally starts to rise. After the two of you had eaten, you had gotten dressed. Just before the two of you depart for work. Neuvilette turned you around, a loving look in his eyes and he took ahold of your hands. He brought it up to his lips, leaving a small kiss on your knuckles.
"Have a wonderful day, my love."
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thestarswhisper · 14 days
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☆ WRAPPED AROUND YOUR FINGER
☆ characters: kazuha x gn!reader
☆ tags: pure fluff, not so sneaky reader, not proofread, 1.3k words, might be very cliche
☆ a/n: um. listen. its been a while since i’ve got to write kazuzu. Anyways pls enjoy because i have to study for an astronomy test after this HAHAH
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The air was cold, the nightly breeze had come to tuck the people of Liyue back into their warm homes, and the moon stood up high to watch over all of Liyue. The Crux had stopped on the docks, and the lack of drunken laughter and shouts meant it was a very late hour. The moonlight silvered through the curtains and hit the wooden floor.
On the bed, Kazuha was asleep. Hair sprawled out, head sunken into the pillow, and blanket covered all but his eyes; Kazuha slept in pure bliss. He had his figure entrapped in your presence, knowing no one would call his attention, and slept in peace for the first time in… how long?
Looking down at his slumbering face, you almost find your hand running through his hair subconsciously, yet you resist.
It’d been so long since he had gotten to sleep easily, and seeing him finally allow himself to sleep in your arms was satisfactory to you.
It would’ve been a perfect night if you could fall asleep with him.
The nightly breeze had shaken the curtains and breezed past your skin. In response to the chill, Kazuha shivered and wrapped his arm around your stomach. You watched with wide eyes as he shifted closer until a quiet hum had left his lips. He fell silent, and he continued to rest in ease.
You sighed and looked up at the ceiling. This makes it much harder to get out of bed now…
You turned your head to the night table and soon found yourself lost in your thoughts. A candle lantern which had been dimmed. A canteen of water had been refilled. A red string that came loose from your clothes.
Huh. You thought you threw that out. It’s alright, you’ll just…
You paused your thoughts when your eyes landed back on Kazuha’s hand. Specifically, his ring finger.
Your eyes dilated, as a recent memory flooded your mind.
“Do you think we’ll find each other in every universe, Kazuha?”
You had sat in Kazuha’s lap as his hand traced your face. The sakura trees of Inazuma sheltered you both from the sun, and the grass followed the breeze of the wind. It had been a while since the Vision Hunt Degree’s end, and peace felt eternal in the moment.
Kazuha, who was already looking down at you, smiled and cupped your cheek. “That’s a question that I do not know, dear.”
You had leaned into his hand and frowned at him. “Obviously, we wouldn’t know if there was another universe. This is a theoretical question. You do well with those.”
Kazuha laughed at your unamused face and pinched your nose, to which you expressed a dissatisfactory hum. He thought for a while, eyes lost in yours before answering.
“I don’t know if our souls would be able to find each other in every life, let alone coexist.”
You closed your eyes in thought, and instead of a sadness washing over you, you found yourself hanging on to his words, knowing he had more to say.
“But if I were to ever find you, my soul would know. My soul would vow to intertwine itself with yours; no departure would be able to separate me from you, my dear. Not even an afterlife, for as long as you’ll have me.”
You shifted to your side as you tried to hide your smile and took the hand that cupped your face.
“I love you, Kazuha.”
Kazuha smiled and leaned his head back on the tree.
“I love you.”
As you fell into a comfortable silence, you took great notice of Kazuha’s hand. His hand, rough, scarred, and free of its white cloth, felt so empty to you.
Specifically, his ring finger.
This was perfect. Almost too perfect. But there was a problem.
Kazuha was a very light sleeper. He was in touch with his surroundings, which included your touch.
But, this was probably the only time you would be able to do this. Doing this while awake had no point, and any other night, he would’ve slept after you. He did not wear rings (you were going to change that), for he found them to be a nuisance to manage when wielding his sword or doing tasks on the Crux.
It wouldn’t hurt to try, and you could probably come up with a cover-up.
Slowly threading the red string in between your fingers, you moved your hand to hover over his.
Deep breaths.
You slowly lifted his hand and made a small circle with the string. Your hands shook, and you cursed your racing heart for making this extremely difficult.
Slowly but surely, the string had fit around his finger, and your fingers had pinched where there was extra to take a measurement.
Your mind wandered, either due to a lack of sleep or the current situation, and the red string that had wrapped his finger was to be a proper, gold ring. The gemstone, the intricate designs; you had it all planned out. The place, the sakura trees behind you, the confession…
You realized that you were still holding Kazuha’s hand, and instead of a gold ring, was a red string that took place instead.
Whoops.
You slowly lowered his hand back and gently removed the string, making sure you didn’t lose the measurement.
Your heart burst out of your ribs, and you had to close your eyes to compose yourself. The room felt hot, and your hands were sweating.
You had to get out of the room, otherwise your head might just explode.
In a lengthy attempt to get out of his arms, your hand tightly held the string and your feet hit the wooden floor. You tucked the blanket around his figure and made your way to shut the cabin door.
You would need scissors to cut the string precisely, and a glass of water to cool your mind from overheating. Yet, as you looked back at the door and looked at your hand, you could only hope no one was near to see you smiling. He deserved only the best, and you would make sure you would get him the best. Your footsteps slowly became less audible from the cabin, as you finally walked away.
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Kazuha’s eyes opened and he raised his head to where you were previously laid down.
He felt everything. Your hand lifting his. The string wrapped around his finger.
The prolonged pause as your thumb glazed over the string.
He dropped his head back onto the pillow and let out a soft laugh. His face had burned a bright red, and a small dimple had become evident with a bashful grin.
He had thought about proposing himself, but he had pushed that thought away for so long that he didn’t expect you to make the move.
He covered his face as he tried to stop his smile from growing.
It was no matter. He would just have to patiently wait for the day the red string would inevitably be replaced by a ring.
Kazuha closed his eyes with a smile, and soon shifted himself to face the wall, in fear you would return to the room.
He would wait an eternity for you. After all, he had vowed for his soul to intertwine with yours no matter what universe you both faced.
A final thought rushed past his mind before sleep soon overcame him once more.
I hope the red strings of fate let me wear your ring in every universe.
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mccnstruck · 1 month
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like LIKE you
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characters: kazuha x gn!reader
tags: fluff, misunderstanding, more crack, reader is DENSE af, proofread, op was writing this while their crush was right behind them so they apologize if this is incoherent
a/n: @soleillunne ALY !1!!! HIIIII i had so so much fun writing this for kazuha and i hope you have much fun reading it as i did writing it!! this is for @ecrin-de-litterature's kiss don't tell event !! pls reblog and enjoy <3
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- When you almost lost yourself in his eyes and hurriedly snapped your head away from him, you knew you were so screwed.  - Your racing heart knew.  - He’s cute. And he most likely knows that you think he’s cute. - You first saw Kazuha in your literature class when you had to sit next to him. He smiled at you before going back to his own work, thus leaving you both to do your respective duties.  - But as the weeks passed and class discussions were more frequent, you found yourself enjoying listening to Kazuha’s discussions on the text presented, sometimes bringing in your own input.  - His voice soothed your mind, and your heart clung onto every syllable he had spoken. His eyes sparkled everytime you listened to his thoughts-  - Ahem.
You were, inevitably, starting to crush on him. 
You walked into class and whispered a quiet prayer to yourself in hopes that you wouldn't reveal anything to him right now. 
And plus, Valentine's Day is such a cheesy day to confess! Besides the couples giggling and buying the really good chocolates, and seeing people talk to Kazuha, and noticing how cute he is when he laughs…
You internally smacked your head and chided yourself for the spiraling thoughts and sat in your seat.��
Kazuha smiled at you, before he resumed talking with with his friends. His friends snickered and patted his shoulder, before he covered his smile with the back of his hand. 
Huh. He never really gets flustered. Did he…
The bell rang, and his friends left the class, yelling out “Good luck!” before closing the door. 
Kazuha sat down and smiled at you once more, yet it was filled with excitement. “I’m sorry I didn’t greet you properly.”
You shook your head and smiled back. “It’s fine. Are you doing anything today?”
“For Valentine’s?”
You shook your head. 
“I was thinking of confessing to someone today. I’m meeting them by my locker after school.”
“You have a crush?!” 
Damnit, you thought.  
He laughed, and a soft red tinted his cheeks. “Mhm. I was thinking of sending them a poem with some sweets today.”
He showed you the gift and you internally recoiled. The gift was so unbelievably throughout, with your favorite sweets inside, along with a poem so sweetened the other person would become dizzy with love. It was beautiful, just like the grin on his face. 
Your heart shattered, and you wondered what you would do after school if you still had time after crying. 
“Kazuha…you put this together so nicely…” 
His grin widened, and he put the gift down. “I’m really glad you like it. It gives me a little bit of reassurance.” 
The teacher walked into the room, and both of you straighted your chairs to start the class. 
“So, because it’s Valentine's Day, we will do an activity…” 
Well, thank the teacher for rubbing it into your face.
Class went on for a begrudgingly long time, and the ache in your heart began to grow. Kazuha noticed your solemn expression and brushed your hands together. When you straightened yourself in a panic, you saw his face of concern. 
“Are you alright? You look stressed right now.”
“Uh.. yeah. Sorry, I have a project for another class that’s really stressful right now.”
He nodded, and you both resumed your work. The teacher droned on about the analysis of the text and the context of the author’s work, yet you couldn’t really get yourself to focus, not with this heartache that remains.
A thought rushed past your mind. What if this was for you?
You? That’s funny, if it didn’t hurt so much. There’s no point thinking about it anyways.
After some more time, class finally ended, and you packed your bag while Kazuha stood up. 
“Ah, I have to head out, I have something urgent to do for a class.” 
He put his hand on your shoulder and smiled. 
“I hope you finished this project of yours. Just let me know if you need anything, alright?”
You snapped your head back and felt your face burn. “Oh, thank you. I’ll see you later.” 
Kazuha left the room and you almost felt yourself succumb to the hot flare that passed your body. Your shoulder, where his hand was, almost felt weak to the touch, and you barely packed up your bag without having a heart attack. 
You looked to the floor and saw Kazuha’s gift underneath his desk. Quickly picking it up, you grabbed your bag and said your greeting to the teacher, before leaving the classroom. 
It was your free period, and you would finally decide on what to do with Kazuha’s gift. You wouldn’t want him to show up to his confession empty handed, or worse, his crush not show up at all. So, you would wait by his locker and make sure you run out before then. Alright. 
Well… it would be alright if it didn’t hurt so much.
And so, classes went on, droning about formulas and equations, and the minutes wouldn’t stop ticking, and your mind wouldn’t stop thinking of who would be the receiver of his gift. When the final bell rang for the day, you took the gift and rushed down the hallways to find his locker.
Except… there’s no one there waiting for him. 
A little concerned, you decided to wait to either give it to Kazuha or whoever was waiting for him.
But the minutes had steadily gone by, and you started to worry whether the person even got a message from him. 
“Ah…There you are.”
Kazuha’s face beamed as he got closer, and you laughed at the sight of him. 
“Here's your gift that you left behind.” You extend your hand to him, and his eyebrows furrowed.
“Hm?”
Surprised by his reaction, you were silent as your own eyebrows furrowed. 
“This…this isn't yours? Kazuha, are you sure you're in the right mind?” 
“That's yours.” 
“But, you left it there?! Kazuha, what are you on?” 
“Why do you think I left it there?” 
Your mind blanked, and you looked at him with panic. 
“Kazuha, you left it there. I am here to give it to you.” 
Kazuha started laughing and covered his face with his hands. 
“You are so… I left it there for you.” 
You stayed silent for a second. Then another.
“What?!”
Now that you think of it, Kazuha is never forgetful. And the way he looked at the gift multiple times, and the way he knew of your favorite sweets, and the way he looked at you… 
You covered your face in embarrassment, yet your smile grew into a grin. 
“You could've told me, Kazuha…”
He took your hands and clasped them in own.
“Well, you are aware now, and I am sure you are aware of what I want to ask, dove.” 
Your jaw dropped, and your eyes flickered between him and the gift. 
“Hm? Dove?”
You failed to response, as your body was still in shock and in complete utter denial. 
You finally spoke. 
“Why?”
Kazuha smiled at you and took your intertwined hands to his chest, right where his heart was. 
“Well, ask my beating heart. I assure you it beats the syllables of your name every time I see you.”
You swore to every archon that this man right in front of you would somehow be the cause of your death as well. 
“So, dove, will you be my valentine?”
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h0ney-mochi · 2 months
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A Drabble, more or less. [2]
Character in mind: Kaedehara Kazuha. Feel free to imagine someone else :)
Content: sub reader, dom character. afab reader. nsfw, smut.
A/n: watched jjk and I got hit by such a big wave that I had to write something.. might as well give it to you guys. I hope your holidays went well and that you celebrated the new year well! ♡
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Your hand between your thighs, moans just barely getting hidden by your other hand, you're laying in your bed. You've been left alone for far too long again, your sexual needs building up over the days.
Your darling has been busy, so he hasn't made many appearances in your shared home. Maybe he gets home late at night, when you're already asleep, just to get in bed with you and be gone in the morning.. or he just has stayed where he had to, for days on end.
Either way, the lack of his.. skillful fingers, tongue and, well.. him in general, has gotten you in this situation. Sexually frustrated, craving his touch, but simply not being able to get it. So if you're alone all of the time, might as well use it well. Sort of. By pleasuring yourself.
Another day without your dear boy, you're in your room again, all alone. Lights dimmed low, you're laying in bed, imagining things and remembering moments with him. Of course you don't expect him to suddenly turn up, so your guard is low. You're close, oh so close to hitting that one high, though it's just not the same without him. But oh well, it'll have to do.
...
"..[name], my dear? Are you home?" His voice calls as he enters the house. Leaving some things he had bought in the kitchen, he walks off to find you. He hasn't seen you in days and man, he missed your touch. You always managed to make his day better and your skin was just.. so soft..
For a moment, he thinks that you might be out. Maybe with a friend, maybe a walk. He reaches your room's door and is about to open it when he hears you. More precisely, he hears his name from your mouth.
He froze, face flushing immediately, as he blinks at the door in front of him. No movement, he continues to listen. There it is again, the sweet sound of your voice. Your moans.
Breathing in, he tries to open the door quietly. Looking inside, he sees you on the bed of course. Your back is turned to the door and you're breathing heavily, a moan slipping here and there. He smiles, closing the door the same way. You heard the door handle make a small noise and you rushed to pull your shirt down enough for a cover as you sat up, turning to the door.
"Ah.." He speaks, "I didn't mean to startle you. It's just me." You stare at him, both embarrassed and.. shocked? God knows. "Oh my.. you're home, I'm so sorry—" You stumble on your words, stuck on what to say in this situation. He chuckles and God, him.. fuck you missed him.
"It seems I've been gone for too long, haven't I? I should be the one apologizing, you know how I am," he turns to lock the door before walking towards you. "Let me help, please. It's the least I can do right now for you."
He's on the bed, hands trailing up your legs, going over your knees, stopping there. Waiting for your permission.
You stare at him, heart pounding, butterflies already swarming in your stomach.
"You.. God, don't, please- Go ahead, please, do what you want with me, just- just don't take your hands off of me, please." You manage to say, throwing your hands on his shoulders and pulling him on you, for a kiss.
He's quick to reciprocate, letting your tongue meet his, eyes closing in the process. His hands go down your thighs, one in between them and you jump slightly from the contact. The one you've been longing for so long. An amused, muffled noise comes from his mouth as he pushes a finger in you, oh, you're really this excited, huh?
Just when his finger goes deeper, he's quick to pull out. The kiss muffled your sound and he departs from you. You're about to ask why, why did he not go further? Why stop there? He's really gonna leave you like this? Unreal.
But you close your mouth when you watch him lay down, hands on your hips, pulling you towards his face. His eyes meet yours and you swallow, suddenly feeling oh so nervous.
He tilts his head to the side, slowly blinking at you as he speaks, "This will be my apology to you, love."
And then your hand clutches the sheets under you, right when his tongue makes contact with you. Another flutter in your stomach when he flicks his tongue; then it does a flip when he puts his whole mouth on you, flattening his tongue.
Oh, you already feel like you're about to pass out.
Just how long can you miss a person that their touch has you crumbling to pieces?
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aira-bu · 1 year
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༄ anemo boys voicelines about you! 𖧷
���︎ written as of version 3.3
characters: kazuha, heizou, xiao, venti + (scaramouche + wanderer)
disclaimer: some of them might have been hinted and/or written romantically, but it can be read as platonic as well.
warnings: use of (y/n) (your name) and (n/n) (nick name). reader/(y/n) is implied to live in liyue (kazuha's one). for scaramouche's one i decided to put 2 voicelines: one for the petty scara and one for the teapot wanderer bc they're literally 2 personalities + wanderer might be a little ooc because i don't really know his nice personality
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kazuha
"oh, you want to know about my relationship with (y/n)? well, i dare say that we are close ─ at least that's what i'd like to think. most of the time they would wait for me to arrive back at liyue right at the docks, waving their hands high up in the air, making sure that i would see them. other times they would accompany me on the crux, gazing upon the ripples in the water, and allerting me for any hindrances up ahead. when they have trouble sleeping during the night, i like to blow the leaf for them, hoping that it could help them calm down. they usually fall asleep after that, so i'm happy that─ ...a-ah? why are you laughing..? did i say something funny..?"
heizou
"hm? (y/n)? oh, you mean (n/n)! of course i know them! ...well, everyone does, actually. you'd be missing out if you didn't. they're one of the reasons why there aren't as many papers on my floor as you'd think i'd have, given how many cases i've been taking up recently. (n/n) would always come by once in a while to check up on me and make sure i'm doing alright. to be honest, hearing their footsteps approaching every time is more than enough to make my mood light up! ...heh, i should invite them to crack a case with me some time, then maybe i won't need to clean so many coffee-stained-cups in the morning..."
xiao
"...you speak of (y/n)? ...yes, i know them. ...i am quite fond of them, actually. they've called my name many times for useless and... unspeakable things, but they are more tolerable than most mortals. occasionally, they would call my name and greet me by the balcony with a plate full of almond tofu in their hands and a joyous look on their face. it is a nuisance, but the almond tofu is always surprisingly nice, so i forgive them. when they do call my name for a serious reason, it is to fight but a mere hilichurl. tch. (y/n) is weak. very weak. so as a yaksha, it is my duty to protect them. ...what? why are you looking at me like that?"
venti
"ohoho~ did i hear the name (y/n)?~ ah, it sure brings me joy whenever they do come by mondstadt, i never need to keep my wine taxes waiting! a-ah, but of course that's not the only reason i'm happy to see them..! whenever i- ahem... 𝘸𝘦 are not going for a drink, i like to teach them how to play the lyre ─ they catch on pretty fast! sometimes, they would play the lyre and i would sing to them, and as a reward for that, i take them to the tavern and invite them for a glass of wine! ...(y/n) usually pays for it though. *sigh.* one day, i want to actually treat them. b-but not today though! i don't have enough yet..."
scaramouche
"...(y/n)? what do you want to know about (y/n)? and anyway, if you're asking to know about them, then go ask them, not me. ...w-what? you want to know what i think of them? hh-hah! how would knowing what i think of them benefit you? go dig your nose up somewhere else where it doesn't involve me, or (y/n). ...what? i-i'm not embarrassed?! w-why in the world would i be embarrassed?! ..me having feelings for (y/n)? hah! you should be ashamed of yourself for asking such a question to me! you should be on your knees asking for mercy and forgiveness!"
wanderer
"...(y/n)? if you want to know more about them, then i suggest you ask (y/n) themselves, i don't want to give the wrong information about them to you, or to anyone. plus, maybe some things i know about them are private and i don't know about it, and i could accidentally share it with you. ..oh but i'm not saying that i don't trust you, but it's privacy, isn't it? ...oh, you want to know what i think of them. why didn't you say so earlier... ahem, their company is... comfortable. the only thing that i hate about them is how much i don't hate their company. they won't be here forever, so i cannot grow too attached to them, but no matter how hard i try to stray away from them... *sigh.* i just can't help but keep them beside me.
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IT’S YOU, IT’S YOU, IT’S ALL FOR YOU.
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“Let them have the world, I only want you.”
Kaedehara Kazuha, Scaramouche/Wanderer, Venti, Xiao x gn! reader.
cw/genre: romance, comfort, angst, fluff.
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✧ KAEDEHARA KAZUHA
Lightning opens the sky and the end of the world is starting.
Over Tenshukaku, bruised clouds gather, the ground rumbling to the ear-splitting sound of thunder.
Your breath comes in short, running by your lover’s side, a scene you know neither of you ever wants to relive, peeking from behind the darkened horizon.
Spears, bows and swords drawn, you rush to the scene by the resistance’s soldiers’ side.
Violent shades of violet ignite two silhouettes: one of them with their sword at the ready, the other with something floating at their side.
The Traveler is in danger.
Picking up pace, you reach the war zone, just to be met almost face to face with the slash of lightning.
Something you never wanted to encounter again, something you swore you’d never let him have to face anymore.
Electricity is reflected in your eyes when your gaze focuses on him. Your arms reaching out, to no avail, for the wandering samurai’s katana is clashing against the very same storm that burned him, in more ways than one.
Perhaps you were screaming, maybe you imagined his departed friend’s vision glowing anew, or it could be that the crackling of neon indigo around was just scorching your throat.
You don’t want to look, and yet your eyes stay glued to him, the wandering soul you’ve come to know perhaps deeper than you’ve ever known yourself.
A bright flash surrounds you and you just can’t bring yourself to watch.
In the middle of this thunder raining night, you don’t want to, you can’t bear to imagine the prospect of a world without your sun.
Salty droplets start sliding down your cheeks, your vision blurry when you finally, tentatively, crack your eyes open.
And for a moment, all air is knocked out of your lungs.
A dull colorless vision lays lifeless before you.
“No… no… no! No…” A croaked out choke leaves your throat, your legs giving out from under you.
And yet, you never hit the ground.
Familiar arms are wrapped around you, comforting, in the way only his were.
A heartbeat, loud and quick, melting into your stressed lungs, its thumping breaking the surface of your glacial deep sea when you gasp for air.
“Shhh dove, I’m here.” His head rests against yours, silky strands of hair you’ve combed and braided countless times tickling the side of your neck.
The samurai’s hold on you tightens; oxygen fills your lungs again.
“Kazuha…” You breathe, your voice a glass string, threatening to shatter with the slightest breeze.
“I’m here.” He repeats, tender lips delicately pecking your hair.
In his hold, you turn around, your knuckles white, gripping his clothes, as if he was going to disappear right between your fingers.
“Kazuha… please…” you rest your cheek against his chest, burying into him. “Don’t do that again!” Sobs, broken like the lightning pierced sky above escape you. “I don’t care if the whole world burns down, I only want you, safe and here, so please don’t…” you can’t form any more words, tears completely blinding you, ragged breaths lodged at the back of your throat.
“My hummingbird, I don’t know if I can promise you I won’t put myself in danger again,” Kazuha utters, with the softness of autumn leaves landing on your outstretched palms. His hands brush sweaty strands away from your face, the bandages you’ve wrapped and unwrapped until you knew his scars by heart, all too present when he touches your skin. “But I swear I’ll always return to you, safe.” He leaves a soft kiss on your temple, a lingering charm reminding you of his promise.
“Kazuha…” you cry again, squeezing him even tighter.
In the thunderstruck night, the poet known by the wind doesn’t let you go.
History didn’t repeat itself.
You won’t let it in the future either.
✧ SCARAMOUCHE
In the end, you’re thankful he didn’t become a god.
Looking at him now, with the last rays of summer sun carried by the breeze kissing his face, you believe Scaramouche is right were he was always meant to be: with someone by his side, not replaced, not discarded.
Not alone.
Pristine svelte hands, despite the biting gales he commands, pluck at a Sumeru rose by his side, its violet petals almost sparkling in the coppery glow of the early evening.
The wanderer’s brow furrows, a dispersing cloud flitting by in the dusk horizon. He twirls the flower around his fingers, akin to a kaleidoscope reflecting the feelings his eyes can’t fully conceal.
“What’s on your mind?” You ask, bumping your shoulder with his softly.
Months back, that gesture alone would probably have earned you a cold hard stare and perhaps the breath knocked out of you.
But he’s… different now, you guess; or perhaps he is starting to become himself.
He sighs, starting to pluck at the petals of the rose still in his grasp.
“For a moment, I thought I finally had it all.” He leans back, the flower now resting beside him, as he looks up at the glowing sky. “For a brief instant, I thought, finally, no one else would betray me, that if I stood over everyone else, I’d… I don’t know, wouldn’t be discarded once again.” He chuckles, the sound humorless. “Turns out that couldn’t have been farther from the truth, huh?” He sighs again, pulling off some grass from the ground, letting it fly away into the sunset.
“Not necessarily.” You softly tell him, picking up the rose he was holding earlier. “You’re still here, and at least there’s a small part from your past you’ve been able to pull away from, hm?” You search for his gaze, your mind back to the days in which you exchanged blows and he was still known as ‘the Balladeer’. “And I’m still here, Nahida hasn’t completely deserted you either, and well, hasn’t the Traveler invited you into their Serenitea Pot more than once?” You offer him a sincere smile that merges into a chuckle when you observe his cheeks tinting in the same colors as the sun dipping behind the horizon. “Let whoever wants to command this world have it.” You utter, brushing away starlit strands from his face. “You’ll always be at the center of mine, Kuni.” You vow, as you tuck the Sumeru rose behind his ear.
Your partner scoffs, but it comes out like more of a chuckle, the carmine on his cheeks almost glowing as silver and gold mix in the sky for a few ephemeral instants.
In a moment in which is neither day or night, your gazes meet.
And he is certain the stars dancing in your stare are very much real.
‘The moon is beautiful,’ is the thought you share looking into each other’s eyes.
✧ VENTI
Midnight dyes Mondstadt in shades of cyan. By starlight, the city of freedom is not unlike a deep lake, the lit windows akin to lanterns shining at the bottom.
On the highest point of this city, a bard sits, his lyre, by his side; his songs, silent tonight.
He feels like he’s drowning.
He’s the god of this land, and yet, no wind seems to encompass his breaths.
By daylight, no one would be able to tell gales arise inside the carefree lyricist’s heart, but, at night, the shadows tended to light up things in their true colors.
A sigh leaves him, mere ripples in the stillness of the hour.
“Long day?”
A familiar voice, the one he has wished would join his in the verses he strums on his instrument.
He turns around, eyes of northern lights following your figure as you sit beside him.
Your feet dangle from the hands of the anemo archon’s statue, night air chilly against your skin. You give him a knowing look, inviting him to go on, to speak his mind if he needs to.
“I suppose you could say that.” Venti replies, a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes plastered on his features. “But I’ll be fine!” His grin widens, a cracked mask held together by sheer willpower.
“Venti…” You scold him with no malice, leveling him with a pointed glance. “How many times have you said that knowing damn well it wouldn’t be true?”
He shrugs, looking down at the city below. A city he doesn’t think he can protect now.
He couldn’t save his friend, after all.
Who’s to say if the time calls for it, he’ll be able to save everyone, or you, for that matter?
“I know…” your partner mumbles, his voice devoid of his usual cheer. “It’s just…” the wind god looks up, as if asking the midnight zephyr, ‘where do I go from here?’ He mindlessly fiddles with the strings of his discarded lyre, right now, not certain he’ll ever pick it up again. “Wouldn’t this city… be better with someone else as its archon?”
“What makes you say that?” You ask, leaning your head on his shoulder, as you’ve done many times. The sound of his lyre used to accompany you in those. You miss it now. “I know I wouldn’t want anyone else but you, Venti.”
The anemo archon rests his head on top of yours, closing his eyes against the dark sky.
With you by his side, he almost feels like he’s flying.
“Are you sure?” He asks, barely above a whisper.
“More than I’ve ever been about anything, love.”
Venti hums, letting himself melt against your hold, at least for tonight. Perhaps he’s just too tired to discuss the topic further, maybe he just wants to believe this world still can be beautiful for him after all.
You wrap your arms around his waist.
The lake he was drowning in minutes ago stills.
The lyre is back in the god of anemo’s hands.
✧ XIAO
The yaksha is starting to think perhaps this was indeed not a good idea.
He feels miserable; he sports new wounds every night, both on his skin and his heart; he hasn’t felt your arms around his form in so long.
He thought if he pulled away, perhaps he could spend more time slaying monsters.
If there was no light at the end of the tunnel, then he could stay forever entangled in his eternal dance of life and death, right? Liyue would be protected.
You would be safe.
Except maybe that candle fluttering in the middle of the night was what gave the conqueror of demons some semblance of hope.
From the balcony of Wangshu Inn, the adeptus takes a deep breath, ready to leap to the other side of the darkened sky’s curtain.
Except, something, someone catches his wrist.
“Xiao.” The vigilant yaksha turns around, piercing gold meeting the steely resolve of your gaze. Your grip on his hand tightens. “Where are you going?” You ask him.
The demon conqueror stands at a standstill, balanced between the darkness of lost stars beyond, and the warmth of existing by your side.
The set of his jaw tightens. Why did you always make him feel this… softness inside his heart?
But no, he can’t stay. He needs to keep you safe, and if that means dipping in bloodshed, then so be it.
However, you beg to differ.
A ripple of ginko leaves, aureate against the marine backdrop of infinity flutters by.
By the time it stops, Xiao is standing in front of you, both your hands on his, the wisps of dark jade smoke and his polearm, discarded.
“Stay.” You plead, reaching out to brush silky dark teal strands away from his face. You let your fingers ghost over the dark shadows coating the underside of your adeptus’ stare, as if the demons he so intently fights were taking form in the the heaviness of his gaze.
He wants to say ‘no’, he wants to walk away.
He doesn’t think he has the right to taint you with his karma.
And yet, his patched up heart can’t help but nod along to anything you say.
So, for once, the yaksha sheds his mask, head hung low, shoulders sagging.
“Xiao,” you call, your hands cradling his face, guiding it to yours. “You deserve peace too.”
Your lover’s brows furrow, why were you always so tender and kind to him?
“But I need to protect-“
“My love, no legend is without chapters, you need rest and care as well.” You retort, your index running along the rosy curve of his lips.
The vigilante sighs, relieved or defeated, he could never tell.
“Let the world fend off for itself tonight, Xiao.” You softly breathe, a caress against his flared up skin. “Be with me, at least until dawn.”
Your arms wrap around him.
Standing in the light like this… it feels good.
Xiao leans his head on the crook of your neck.
And for once, he chooses warmth.
He wouldn’t enter the tunnel tonight.
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frieschan · 1 year
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𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭. pt 2 // genshin men
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➳ character/s featured: thoma, kazuha, albedo, xiao x f! reader
➳ unrequested | scenario // fluff
➳ TW: not proof-read
➳ summary: you and said character have started growing close, finally they open up to you about their personal life.
➳ AN: part 1 with ayato, diluc, childe, and zhongli here.. part 3 with cyno, alhaitham, tighnari, and kaveh is coming soon :)
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—THOMA ; protector from afar !
TRUST LVL. 4 ; about y/n
"y/n? she's quite a helpful hand here in the Kamisato estate! Though she isn't an official worker, she does as much work as me around here when she gets some free time from being a shrine maiden!"
TRUST LVL. 6 ; about lover
"ahh heheh.. you've heard about my lover? F-From Yae Miko?! Godd... That's just embarrassing.. y/n is my girlfriend, I love her till the end of time but I tend to avoid visiting her since she'd be at the shrine and a certain Fox lady would be there.. If you get the chance to pass by the shrine, could you tell y/n that I want to eat hotpot with her?"
YAE MIKO ; about Thoma's lover
"oh? y/n? she's quite an adorable lady.. she works so hard at the shrine! I sometimes wish she would have worked my publishing house instead, pity. She could always lend a hand at the publishing house but, all her spare time is spent on her boyfriend, Thoma. Such a cute couple, don't you think?"
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—KAEDEHARA KAZUHA ; scarlet leaves pursue wild waves !
TRUST LVL. 4 ; about y/n
"y/n is a very reliable pirate aboard Beidou's ship, a true comrade of the ship. At the time I was wanted, I was being followed by groups of patrol soldiers.. That's when I witnessed the strength of the right hand woman. She truly is never afraid to pull out her sword in the face of injustice."
TRUST LVL. 6 ; about lover
"Hm? my lover? Ah, y/n is my lover. You look quite surprised traveler.. I thought it was quite obvious... You had your suspicions? Ehe.. I can't help but admire beauty. y/n is very dear to my heart, everyday I ask myself just what I would be doing at this moment if y/n wasn't here.."
BEIDOU ; about Kazuha's lover
"y/n.. that little devil is quite a handful when we're at sea! Even when she's such a rascal, I'm grateful that she is here on this boat.. Always tending to the crew, especially Kazuha. Young love, ey? Best you keep this between us though, lest you want the crew to have swords at Kazuha's throat for 'stealing y/n' hahahaha"
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—ALBEDO ; kreideprinz !
TRUST LVL. 4 ; about y/n
"The second daughter of the Gunnhildr clan.. She holds the title 'blade of snow' with how much of her time is spent here.. With that, me and her hold a close relationship.. Another part of that is Klee always looking for her...."
TRUST LVL. 6 ; about lover
"You've heard rumors of me and y/n being engaged? That is something I cannot deny, you have already seen the ring on our finger. She holds a place in my heart, she is just as special as Klee actually. Sucrose and Klee adore her very much.. they always seem disappointed when she is busy and cannot visit. I can't help but be disappointed too.."
KLEE ; about Albedo's lover
"y/n is the best! She always plays with me! I don't get why Albedo always pulls her away, I wanna play with her too!"
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—XIAO ; vigilant yaksha !
TRUST LVL. 4 ; about y/n
"y/n? her presence is far more comforting compared to other mortals, though there is something very odd about the aura she exerts."
TRUST LVL. 6 ; about y/n, truth
"It seems as though y/n isn't mortal afterall, she is adepti. How could I have missed this..."
TRUST LVL. 6 ; about lover
"What is it that you want with y/n, traveler? y/n as my lover..? just who has told you this information... tsk, mortal lives can't help but meddle in the business of others so it should be expected. So what if she is my lover? Though, I sometimes worry if I really will be able to protect her from the horrors and years of pain I have endured. No matter, I know that you will protect her also."
GANYU ; about Xiao's lover
"lady y/n? I have heard the fellow adeptis mentioning her every once and a while.. but from what I have experienced with her, she is a very gentle and soft-spoken lady.... I have just learned recently that she is the lover of Xiao! I wonder what it's like to be with her.. I can't help but be a bit envious of Xiao, lady y/n seems to be such a goddess!"
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ilyuu · 3 months
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sweet aroma & ink.
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ft. kazuha, scaramouche & xiao.
warnings : modern au, college au, florist!kazuha, barista!scara, songwriter!xiao, cursing (scara), ooc, strangers to friends (to lovers), i’m putting that in parentheses because it’s more implied than anything.
a/n : this was an old draft i’ve had like,, months ago that was 3/4 of the way done before i’ve given up on it so,,, heh surprise? :D
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kazuha.
that one florist that gazes at every single flower, bouquet, that comes in his touch with a brush of fondness. whenever he talks, his voice and words brings spring to mind.
it catches his eyes with its colors, scents, and meanings, its feelings, in the droplets that clings onto the petals - that and he catches the eyes of everyone who passes by, inside the small space or by windows. he greets with every one of them with a gentle smile, his eyes softening, and sweeps them off their feet.
his days are more than alright to him - after classes, surrounded by the fruits of all inspiration and poetry, he likes to think, and brings in nothing but comfort.
and a ring of a bell tugs him out of his thoughts.
the look in your eyes is like a breath of fresh air.
there’s something about it that makes it more of a pleasure to talk to you - whenever you stare at a flower in particular, star-shaped petals, a pure white as smaller ones are a violet, as it hangs its head, he’s tempted to simply go off on a tangent on its beauty, though simply sticks to the book on its name.
“hoya belle,” he says, and his voice, with how warm and soft it sounds, is music to your ears already. “that’s their name. a gentle sight, is it?”
“it really is.” there’s a sort of awe in your words that he chuckles to himself at, catching your attention. “oh?”
“apologies. i didn’t mean to laugh.”
“ah, no worries. i do seem to be excited over flowers of all things… can’t really help that part of me.”
“and there’s no need to. no reason to hold back your adoration for them either. it’s alright.”
your eyes widens just a bit before turning your head to the side, wearing a smile that’s all over the place that he can’t help but do the same, looking away with a huff of his own.
“can you… tell me a bit more about them?”
his eyes lightens. “of course.”
and you take it all in. with every word he says, it only lights up a question, which further coaxes him to say more. for those few minutes, he indulges you as much as he indulges himself; his curiosity in you simply growing by the second - that is, until the small bell chimes again, and the world around the two of you seems to slip back into place.
you profusely apologize for taking up his time and he shakes his head (a voice asks “what time, when it all felt so short?”) he excuses himself and, while tending to the trickle of customers here and there, his eyes kept straying back to you.
off to the seed packets hanging on a racket, off to dote on some of the flowers on display by the windows, off to the ceiling and walls with slithering ivy that adds its charm. he captures every little moment.
so it came as slight surprise for him, for some reason, when you came up to the counter, holding a packet of their same flowers the two of you were talking about earlier. “this one please.”
he simply smiles.
something bloomed, and no, it isn’t the flowers.
you come to visit him here and there, and his shift seems to pass by a blink of an eye whenever you do, enjoying the seconds, minutes, and hours on all sorts of flowers at first, before moving on to each other. it’s to the point that you’ve already exchanged numbers!
and you drift away a bit too swiftly for his liking whenever it’s time for you to head out. he makes it out with the rest of the day with the quiet promise you’ve made to him that you’ll spare some time to see him soon.
he catches himself staring at the door whenever business is a bit slow, and only chuckles at himself for his impatience.
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scaramouche.
that one barista that makes coffee rather flawlessly, always a distinct taste to each other - sweet or bitter, scorching or cold, and so on.
just a way of earning money, that’s all; it’s good, so he can’t complain much about it. …other than the many, many eyes that stares at him from a distance, and the lot who asks his number. it’s the moment he opens his mouth that either, they’re disillusioned from their fantasy, or they only grow more enamored with his charm.
it’s something he’s grown used to at this point, as much as he doesn’t want to be, and, though he has the pleasure of seeing a familiar face here and there, he doesn’t have much to say about it.
and a new order comes to the counter. it’s 10:13 PM.
a new face. his shifts are longer than life itself, so he’s come to remember a few regulars time from time as a passing thought, so whenever one he doesn’t recognize pops up, they pique his interest for a bit before it fading just as swiftly.
you didn’t, and for good reason too.
“we’re closed.”
“i know, i know, but it’ll be real quick!”
he should’ve locked the door first thing after the last customer left. he heaves a sigh, his hand pinching the bridge of his nose as if it’ll do anything to whisk away the person at said door - aka you. his other hand held the stick end of the broom, sweeping up what others couldn’t even throw away even when it’s five inches away from them.
he digress.
“if it was real quick then you should’ve been here before we closed.”
“i mean… if you think about it, it technically helps the economy.”
“by a fucking perc- no, maybe even less than that.” for the umpteenth time in these five minutes alone, he sighs. he looks up, and you stare back at him. the quiet stretches on for a bit. “…will you leave right after if i do?”
you perk up. (cute.) “yeah!”
at that, he sets the broom aside on the counter and, with a wave of his hand, beckons you over just so he could get it over with. all you wanted was a pair of cake pops which he physically cringes at. it didn’t escape your notice.
“not a fan of sweets?”
“i’d rather keel over and die than eat one.”
“i’ll take that as a no then.” a puff of laughter leaves you and it somewhat lightens his mood. silence follows again and it’s the same as before - it’s not a bad type of quiet. “…the cookie ‘n crème one, two of them.”
“eh, not bad.”
“you tasted them before?”
“only once. …don’t give me that look, it wasn’t because i wanted to, alright?”
“s-sure… pft.”
he huffs. it feels like a load off of his shoulders and chest for some reason, and he’s not going to start question that now. it’s too late for that and every part of him is aching from standing around for too long, from evening to nightfall. it just seems that you make said pain fade a bit into the backdrop.
nothing much to think about.
the two of you start to meet each other a lot after that one night - at the same time. you keep coming in late, he caves in, the two of you banter for a bit, and then you leave with your cake pops. then the cycle repeats.
it’s a nice little routine to have at this point, and, as much as he likes to deny it, a bit of a highlight of his day.
you don’t come in every night, of course, yet those nights seems to be the most loneliest boring of all.
then those meetings ooze into evening, few, seldom, but he finds that he doesn’t mind that much if it means seeing you.
you find yourself being a part of his life and as he is to yours.
he makes your coffee a bit more bitter. and, yeah, sure, a bit might be a understatement from the person who likes bitter things… maybe that’s why your features scrunches up at the first sip and, from the first time, your gaze grazed over the counter, only to soon land on him - it’s satisfying seeing the way your face falls with flattened eyes.
he asks himself why he hasn’t turned you away that first night sometimes. eh, maybe it was just because you were fun to talk to, someone he can pass the time with.
just maybe.
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xiao.
that one songwriter that’s always found at one of two places - the cafe or the flower shop. says that it gives him the inspiration he needs, and the truth of it is in the way his hand jots down word after word in his notepad, humming a quiet tune to himself.
he seems to fade into the backdrop whenever murmurs start to grow around him about him - eyes a pool one can drown in, eyeshadow a nice touch, his hair adding to his look. hey, at least some of their compliments (those were compliments, yes?) acts as some lyrics.
nothing for him to complain about - other than the sea of oohs and aahs he’s heard, aimed at him or one of his friends (which is putting it lightly, he thinks), the silence he’s always lived in is something he welcomes with a nod. not much that he wants to change, other than to pursue his dream.
and said dream makes space for one more person.
he’s starting to see you more often.
whenever he has a moment to spare after classes, you’re there. his spot at the corner of the café - the world around him falling quiet to the melody he’s testing, bittersweet and soft in his headphones, and then sees you not too far off from your own seat, taking a tentative sip of your coffee.
it proves not to be enough as a sudden wave of bitterness rushes on your tongue. xiao catches the way scara turns around, his shoulders shaking subtly.
his spot hidden away in pots and all sorts of flowers - there’s this burst of beauty he can’t pin, staring at how the petals swells, just shy of its time to bloom. he starts stringing a line of words together, enough to try and describe a simple sight into a lyric, only to then see you strolling in with a wave.
it’s as bright as the sun itself, shining through the panes of glass. xiao catches the way kazuha returns the gesture (with a bit more of his calmer energy.)
other than the fact that you’re new, he didn’t know much, and he wasn’t interested to. that’s the thing - all past tense. it’s the little things he starts to notice about you from a distance… as a bit creepy, as scara had so kindly put it, as it is.
he can’t find a reason to talk to you. that and neither does he feel is right to just walk up to you and start a conversation. so… maybe… for now… this’ll be alright.
of course, change is nature. nothing was going to stay the same forever just for familiarity, as much as he silently wished for.
he forgot a small item - a pencil, something he could easily replace. in memory? in feeling? as you walked up to him that one time, telling him that he left said item on his usual coffee table as you held it at the palm of your hand?
his mouth felt dry all of a sudden.
“…thanks,” is all he said. his hand slowly settled in yours, curled in, and, in record time, pulled back.
“no problem!” that smile of yours already lights up a fire on his skin, something that he can practically feel. he blows out a sigh as if the heat in him will seep out.
“if there’s nothing else then i’ll…” he’s already turned his head to the side, both an indication of his direction, and as to mask the color on his cheeks that he’d prefer if you didn’t notice.
“wait!”
and wait he did. he didn’t even notice how his hold on the strap to his case tightened just a bit, didn’t even feel the rough surface against his hand.
“oh, sorry that was, uh, a lot louder than it needed to be. wow.” the heat in your face is starting to set in, and, now, he didn’t quite mind feeling as warm as he did right now.
“it’s alright,” and nothing else than that.
“a bit awkward, but i’ve always seen you around and, well… i’d always thought you were pretty cool.” you’re scratching the back of your head at this point; it’s also at that exact same point he realized just he lik— admires you. “so i was wondering whether you’d like if we…”
you laid out your other hand to him.
“…be friends?”
he hesitates, his fingers curling into the palm of his hand, but only for a moment. xiao then recognizes the warmth in your hand sifting into his, and vice versa - tingles thrum through his skin.
it was from both your touch, and the smile on your face, it has to be.
“i’m [name].”
it took him a bit to recall his. “…xiao.”
“nice to meet you, xiao!”
and you said it in a way that made him think you meant it.
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niiine · 1 year
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literally just kazuha using his hands 😩
Ughh YES. YES. YES asdfghjkl. This has been on my mind for days now and idk whyyy. Kazu doing things with his fingers are just 🥵. Just the thought of KAZUHA caging you against a table inside your shared cabin as his middle finger roams beneath your soaked panties, gliding across your folds— smirking at the sweet sounds you're making. Your voice alone drives him on edge, his underwear getting tighter every second. He wants to fill you up so bad but somehow, the idea of you pleading for him to do it is much more enticing. He gave your neck a kitty lick and whispers on your ear "You want more, dove?"
You don't know how his voice can sound innocent and lustful at the same time, but Archons you didn't care. You nodded your head, raising you legs further for his easy access. The man pulled out your underwear and inserts two of his fingers gently into your aching hole, earning a soft moan from your lips. Fuck, now you really want more.
"Faster, kazu—ah" he chuckles against your neck when you tried to rut in his fingers. He loves seeing you look so needy for him. "I don't think I can be more generous than this, Love," His pace remains painfully slow, teasing your clit with his thumb in the process "Unless, of course, you beg for it" you shivered at his tone, and it added to the heat, but fuck him and his fucking slow fingers.
"Please, Ka—ahh mhmm" your words were interrupted when he hit a certain spot, hard, earning a breathy moan from you. "Please, what?" "Make me—ahh Kazu—ah"
You would've formed a coherent answer if he doesn't pick up his pace abruptly. His slender digits, now three, coming in and out of your drenched sex at a lovely speed, arching your back at the sensation and taking away your ability to speak audibly. Your arms that's supporting you against the table almost give in.
"Answer me, Dove. Or my fingers may get tired" scared of losing your high, you did your best to comply at his words "cum— Kazu... Kazuhaa, make me cum. Pl—please" you muttered in between moans. His fingers still sending you to celestia.
"Fine, since you asked so nicely" the lad continue to finger your insides. Circling and reaching further as humanly possible— your moans and whimpers making his shorts more uncomfortable.
It didn't take long before you feel your orgasm coming, and Kazuha, being the best lover that he is, ravage your cunt even faster. Satisfying you in every second he hit your walls until you came. His lips reach out to your ears again, "Seriously? This much? With just my fingers?" You feel his digits playing with your juices, once again gliding through your folds. "You think you can take more, princess?" He added, taking out his hardened cock from his shorts.
It was a long night.
Ahhh I got carried away and wrote my first smut fic ever. I shouldn't let my brain wander too much 🥲 please don't judge me.
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bboricha · 1 year
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inazuma boys, we’re unforgettable!
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➳ wc: ~ 1.5k ➳ pairings: modern!heizou, kazuha, and scaramouche x fem!reader (she/her) ➳ cw: not proofread, 4P, oral (m and f!receiving), marking, deepthroat, cum eating, protected, unprotected, degradation a bit (slut), scara is called kuni, scara is a bit mean, heizou likes getting his d!ck wet, kazuha is sweet, dumbification if u squint, language, lmk if i missed any
synopsis: it's almost as if this was planned by those three. not that it matters now, you know, with them filling you up so well and all.
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kazuha’s behind you, leaving delicate, soft kisses on your neck, putting just enough pressure to make it ever so slightly red, while kuni sits on your right, shoving his tongue down your throat. he nips a bit at your lips, making them pink and puffy as you whine at the feeling—how did he know that you like a little bit of pain? and heizou is below you, arms hooked around your legs as he eats you out like a starved man, slurping up everything you have to give him while leaving marks on the inside of your thighs, muttering comments here and there about how wet you are just from their teasing with his hot breath hitting your skin, making you twitch in response.
you can’t remember how you got here, you were at itto’s party just a second ago, and were swept up into an empty room by these three the next. you’re a bit confused, but it feels good. the attention was nice, not knowing that they were waiting all week for this. it was definitely premeditated. the way they were eyeing you the moment you stepped in, shamelessly looking at any exposed skin or even the parts that were hidden behind fabric, it was as clear as day. you just didn’t know that they had set their sights on you well before this party.
not that it matters now, of course. it doesn’t matter when heizou sticks his tongue inside your dripping hole, tasting your essence as he licks a stripe up towards your clit, sucking on the tiny bud as you whine into kuni’s mouth. he tsks, unsatisfied at how you’re focusing so much on heizou’s ministrations. he stands up, taking his hardened cock out and brings it to your lips. to his delight, you take it in, giving a tentative lick to the tip and proceed to bring the entire head inside your mouth. when kuni pushes a bit more of his length inside, you feel kazuha’s soft hands wrapping around your waist, coming up a bit to your breasts as he begins fondling them. he takes a nipple between the tips of his fingers, rolling it around while biting your shoulders and you can feel him grinding his clothed cock against your ass.
there’s so much going on, you’re not sure how to take in all these sensations when you suddenly cum against heizou’s tongue. he quickly licks up your release, milking out your orgasm for what it’s worth and you whine on kuni’s dick from the overstimulation. once he’s done, he gets up, wiping his chin satisfyingly as he rolls a condom over his length.
“wait, who said you get to go first?” kuni starts, pushing heizou away from you. he ignores him, going back to his original position and lines himself against his entrance.
“you have her mouth, don’t you? that should be enough,” heizou teases, rubbing himself up and down to gather your slick before entering your hole. the stretch has your eyes rolling back—kuni keeps complaining, but you’re not listening and neither is heizou.
“hey, slut,” kuni says, not bothering to hide his irritation as he grabs your face, squishing your cheeks as he forces you to look at him, “you can take it deeper, can’t you?” you try to give a nod the best you can when heizou bottoms out, making you moan on kuni’s cock when he mutters something about “opening up” when he pushes his length down your throat even deeper.
“kazuha, you good?” heizou asks, slowly pulling out before shoving himself all the way back in again, beginning to rhythmically thrust inside you.
“mmhm,” he replies, his voice soft and calm, opposite to the situation, “it’s fun to watch her like this, she’s so cute.” he says fondly, giving you a gentle kiss on the cheek before going back to marking up your neck and back. little do the other men know that it’s because once they’re tired out, it means that kazuha can have you all to himself.
“suit yourself,” heizou grunts, smirking as he’s perfectly content with this. he finally got to taste you and fuck your sweet cunt? it’s a dream come true for him. 
he speeds up his thrusts, the pace becoming sporadic when he notices kuni fucking your throat with the same fervor. how insane would it be if the three of you came all at once? and with that thought, he places a finger on your clit, rubbing figure eights against it. kuni’s hands are buried in your hair, using it as leverage as he fucks himself deep in your throat, your tears and messy make up pushing him further to the edge. he gives one last thrust, stilling as far as he can push himself into you as you feel his warm cum trickling down your throat. it was then when heizou gives a particularly harsh pinch to your clit when you orgasm around his length, the spasms of your pussy making him still as he spills into the condom, groaning out about how you’re so impossibly tight. you try to swallow everything kuni had to give you the best you can, and when he pulls out, pressing his thumb down on your tongue to check, he kisses your forehead, the action uncharacteristically sweet.
both men retreat, letting kazuha take their places as they both leave to return to the party to grab refreshments as if they didn’t just fuck the life out of you.
“have fun, kazu! she’s all yours~” heizou laughs, as kuni scowls, not finding his jokes amusing.
“i thought we were sharing,” kuni grumbles and heizou laughs again.
“you know i didn’t mean it like that, of course we are!” you can hear their voices fade away into the rest of the noises from the party downstairs. oh yeah, there was a party, wasn’t there? and what were they talking about…? you’re… whose? and—oh—kazuha begins kissing you gently, ignoring the fact that kuni had just emptied himself inside your mouth. he kisses away your tears, wiping away any strays as he quietly brings fingers to your entrance, testing your reaction as he dips a finger inside. you moan against his mouth, trying to grind on his fingers when you feel his lips curve into a smile.
“you’re still so tight and needy—how exactly do you manage to be so, so perfect?” he asks, the question obviously rhetoric, fully knowing that you’re incapable of responding. he slides in a second finger, the stretch is good, but not enough, so you grab onto his shirt, silently asking for him to simultaneously take it off and to put something bigger inside you.
“you’re just so greedy, aren’t you?” he gives you one last kiss, pulling away as he watches you chase after his lips. “but i like that about you, you know.” he pulls off his shirt and it feels like forever, as if he’s purposely putting on a show. he reveals a toned body underneath, pulling out his cock. why is he taking so long, you wonder, watching him reach for a condom before you grab his arm, stopping him.
“kazuha—please—” you beg before he pushes you down against the mattress, the look in his eyes changing in an instant. it’s darker, almost as if you can see a fire in them and it makes your pussy clench around nothing.
“as you wish,” his voice is deeper than before as he thrusts his entire length inside of you in one go, making you gasp and moan, a mixture of the two. you hold onto his shoulders for some sort of purchase as he begins his assault on your cunt, the pace he sets is brutal. he’s been patient for a bit too long, after all. the head of his dick kisses that gummy part of your walls that makes you see stars. how was he able to find your sweet spot so fast is beyond you, but with the way he keeps his focus there is a telling sign that you won’t be lasting long.
a few more hits have your eyes rolling back as you cum around his cock, leaving a creamy, white ring on him as you squirt all over his lower abdomen. your spasms have him groaning, leaning his body against yours as he kisses you, drinking up your moans as he continues thrusting, chasing after his orgasm now. 
“where… should i—” he asks, starting to lose his rhythm as you cut him off.
“inside, please,” you beg with streaks of mascara running down your eyes, your lipstick completely licked off by now, but it’s the prettiest fucking sight kazuha’s ever seen. he reaches his peak, bottoming out as he cums inside of you. you feel warmth spreading throughout your stomach, the feeling a bit addicting, opening up a new door as the actual door to the room opens, heizou and kuni coming in looking refreshed with bottles of water for the four of you.
kazuha’s still inside, leaning down to give you one last kiss before pulling out.
“you can take more, can’t you?”
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➳ an: oops! sorry, just dropped my—oh god—im so fuckin clumsy, sorry let me just—oh no it spilled again, hold on—
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jrnlst · 3 months
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A LONGING GAZE
a social media au | kaedehara kazuha
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if i send you these messages detailing how i feel… will you be able to receive them?
synopsis if that brief smile was so short-lived, why did it have such a lingering effect on you? after meeting kaedehara kazuha at his band's concert, you feel like you heard the sound the arrival of spring for the first time. then, when your beloved cat goes missing, kazuha coincidentally finds him and you reunite. with two meet-cutes in a row, it was inevitable that you two would become friends. the thing is... whenever you see kazuha, an inexplicable warmth settles within your heart. if you want to capture a heart hanging high in the sky, you must have the ability to climb up the clouds, right? now, you just have to try and win this vocalist’s heart! what you are unaware of, is that he's trying to do the exact same. will you and kazuha continue to rendezvous as "just friends", or will other feelings bloom in the spring?
genre she fell first he fell harder trope, band member kazuha, university + modern setting, loads of fluff, 5wirl but there's only 4 of them (sorry venti)
status on-going
warnings contains cursing, if you squint there might be angst, female reader, not a gaon fanfic he's js the visual aid lol
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note chapters marked with [🔖] have narration
00. an ephemeral moment lingers [🔖]
01. a vigorous curiosity
02. a compulsive displeasure
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lexsssu · 3 months
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Moon (Kaedehara Kazuha)
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TAGS: Kazuha/Dragoness!reader, breeding, smut, oneshot Ao3 ver.
Kazuha is all too used to seeing odd things from his perch atop Beidou’s ship. Sailing across the sea for months at a time had accustomed him to the strange happenings that occurred when one could only see and smell saltwater for weeks.
“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” 
His neck practically snapped towards the direction of the unfamiliar voice, ruby orbs widening and jaw dropping as he beheld an ivory-haired young woman seemingly floating in the air. She was sitting on thin air as if she had a chair beneath her, but the samurai knew that if he held his hand out his fingers would touch nothing.
Whoever or whatever she was, the golden hue of her eyes twinkled as the soft beams of moonlight gave her body an ethereal glow that solidified Kazuha’s theory that if not a figment of his overactive imagination, she was definitely some sort of spirit unbound by the shackles of mortality.
Because how could a mere human ever look as beautiful as she did? Merely a glimpse of her pure visage stole his breath away as all the flowery and poetic words he could use to describe her seemed stuck in his throat.
“Yes. Beautiful…”
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“Please, allow me just this once and I shall never ask anything of you ever again. You can return to whichever realm you’ve come from, but please...just this once and I’ll be satisfied for the rest of my life…”
The wandering samurai’s whole body was flushed from head to toe, rational mind fogged thanks to the copious amounts of alcohol he’d downed earlier after finding himself in a somber mood. He’d allowed himself to be goaded by his fellow crewmates for once, drinking until he could barely even walk straight as the ale numbed his senses.
But no amount of drink can ever numb the feelings that had inevitably planted itself in his heart like a small seed, blooming into a flower as night after night passed where he’d spend the majority of his evenings in your company. It didn’t help that as otherworldly as you looked, you were as down to earth as any ordinary person.
Perhaps that’s what hooked him in the first place. 
The soft smiles you’d send him would send his heart aflutter, the melodious giggles had him captivated, and everything else you did set his blood ablaze with feelings he never thought he’d experience as a man who prided himself in being as airy as the wind he wielded.
“You’re so warm...so...so soft…!” Kazuha gritted his teeth as sweat dripped down his temple, hips unrelenting in their thrusts as he was consumed by his undeniable desire. He had you on your knees, face down ass up as he pummeled the entire length of his cock into your warm and tight hole. His red eyes glowed with fire, so unlike the calm winds, as moans and whimpers were coaxed from your pretty lips that he'd had the pleasure of tasting just earlier. 
While he was no green boy, his brother-in-arms Tomo having repeatedly dragged him to the red light districts of the places they'd wandered to, he wasn't as easily swayed by carnal desires as the other man. Usually, he just waited at the oden carts located near such establishments, conversing with their owners and or other patrons as he waited for his inebriated and satiated friend to finish.
But this? Kazuha had never felt such an intense need to stuff his cock inside a willing cunt and paint it white with his virile seed, but then again you weren't just any willing cunt, were you? The platinum-blonde is enamored with you, a corporeal spirit, to the point that you made him throw away all his calm out the door.
That is why he fucks into you so furiously, plowing you with the single-minded mission to pour all his desires inside of you. Since you're a spirit and he's a human there's no way that his seed will take, right? Despite reassuring himself, a small and dark part of Kazuha fed him images of you glowing with a maternal shine as your belly swelled with life.
Such an image has the samurai speeding up his movements, hips sputtering all too soon before shoving the entire length of his cock inside your warm and moist insides as jets of hot and gooey cum filled you to the brim.
He is always a careful man, because he knows that he can't give a good life to any woman who wants to wed him and bear his child with his current situation. However, he supposes that it's alright to finish inside you, because this is most likely the last time he'd see you and as a spirit there was no way your body would actually accept his inferior seed...
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"Hey, look who the cat dragged in. Took you long enough to visit, Kazu-chin~"
"...Tomo?"
"In the flesh! ...Or maybe not since my soul is still definitely mine, but it's the body that's new since the old Shogun fried me back then. Hahaha!"
"But...but how?"
"It's all thanks to our new archon! You should've seen it. I've been hanging out here ever since I died, but no one can see or hear me except for her of course! She kinda just appeared all of a sudden and me being the gentleman that I am, I watched out for her and you wouldn't believe how shocked I was when she could apparently see and hear me!"
The former fugitive could only gape as he stared at his old friend with wide eyes, acting as animated as he was before challenging the raiden shogun. Tomo however, wore new attire now that was especially befitting of a samurai that served a worthy lord. Unsurprising as he was now apparently part of the new shogun's honor guard.
"Anyways, I told her all about what's been happening here and you know what she did after I finished the whole story? She marched straight towards the shogun and ANNIHILATED her. It looked like something straight out of the Archon War with how ruthless she was! Oh, but she didn't hurt anyone else after that. Heck, she even returned everyone's visions and gave me a new body that she just conjured from nothing. So here I am now, back and even badder than before!" 
The new captain grinned as he flexed his 'new' body, posing embarrassingly until Kazuha gave him a deadpan stare at his antics. A group of handmaidens passed by, giggling as they gave Tomo sly looks which the man returned with his own flirtatious wink.
"...You've essentially died and risen from death, but you're still an incorrigible flirt as always"
"It's not my fault that the ladies just can't get enough of this—"
"Tomo? I was looking everywhere for you—"
And just like that first night beneath the light of the moon, the young man practically snapped his neck at the speed at which he turned to behold the owner of the voice that haunted him even in his dreams.
There you stood, as beautiful and ethereal as the last time he managed to hold you. Except...there seemed to be some roundness around your midsection, almost as if you were actually preg—
"KAZUHA!!!"
Like a predator that caught sight of its prey and assured in the inevitability of its kill, you pounced and he could do nothing except catch you in his arms. He took care not to embrace you too tightly however, conscious of your apparent condition as his fried brain tried to take in all the revelations that had been dropped on him in less than an hour.
You purr and chirp as you rub your cheek against your mate's neck, scenting him and staking your claim upon the male as he stood still as stone from the information overload.
Meanwhile, Tomo was equally shocked and amused at the turn of events.
"...Huh, so you're the bastard that knocked up our new archon… Guess this means I'll be a very proud godfather and uncle very soon!"
The former scion of the noble Kaedehara samurai household turned wanderer, branded a fugitive, escaped as a sailor, was now the consort of an archon and a soon-to-be father.
...He knew he should have never befriended Tomo in the first place.
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✩ ˛˚ . CAPTIVATED HEARTS — KAEDEHARA KAZUHA
+ contents: drunk kazuha, fluff, gn! reader | notes: finally wrote a fic for my fav genshin boy yipee
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kaedehara kazuha is a lightweight drinker.
maybe you should have kept that in mind when you asked him to go out drinking with you. “are you drunk?” you asked kazuha as soon as you opened the front door (after struggling to keep him up with one hand and getting your keys from your back pocket).
“mmm. drunk on my feelings for you.” kazuha replied, a silly smile on his face as he pokes your cheek.
“…yep, you’re drunk,” you concluded, helping kazuha to sit on the bed. “i’ll go get you-” kazuha pulls you down on his lap, hugging you tightly. “what are you doing?”
“don’t leave,” kazuha pouts, resting his head on your shoulder, his eyes closed. “wanna cuddle.”
you laughed. “i’m not leaving, zuzu. i’m just going to grab a glass of water for your drunk ass.”
“whaaat? i’m not drunk, you’re drunk,” kazuha replies, hiding his face into the crook of your neck. “‘m not drunk.”
“really? you're slurring your words, your cheeks are red, and you’re talking nonsense. this isn’t drunk kazuha i’m talking to right now?” you asked, turning your body to cup kazuha’s cheeks. “i’m pretty sure i’m talking to drunk kazuha.”
“nooo, this is just me loving you!” kazuha defends, opening his eyes a little. “...hi pretty.”
you blinked, cheeks turning slightly red at the sudden compliment. “hello, cutie. how may i help you today?”
“gimme kiss?” kazuha requested, puckering his lips. “come on, pretty please?”
you sighed, giving in to kazuha. you gave him a small peck on his lips. “there, happy? now can i get you that glass of water i promised?”
kazuha gave you a satisfied smile, nodding his head. “mm, sure,” his arms slowly loosened from your waist, allowing you to stand up. you gently helped kazuha to lay down on the bed, giving him a quick kiss on his forehead. “hurry back, please.”
you chuckled. “mhm, i’ll be right back.”
(well, by the time you came back to give him a drink, he was already fast asleep, cuddling a pillow).
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