#kazuha x oc

[kurolumiis]

𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

featuring — xiao, scaramouche, kaedehara kazuha, shikanoin heizou, luma (oc)

summary — luma’s needy and wants attention of their boyfriend, who’s focused on something else.

warnings — xiao, scaramouche, kazuha, & heizou x oc (separate), smut written by a minor, suggestive scenes, xiao and scara are a bit mean, heizou is a tease, needy luma, non-binary!oc with female attributes

𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎

xiao’s bottom lip was tucked between his teeth as he steadily focused on his first person shooter. luma came up to him, sitting in his lap. “xiaooo, give me attention baby,” they cooed, knowing he couldn’t resist the pet names they called him.

“not right now,” he huffed to luma’s shock. “but xiao—” “be quiet, or i won’t do anything at all,” he cut them off. luma wrapped their arms around him, pulling him close.

xiao paid no mind to their pleas and continued playing his game, cursing occasionally. his curses made luma’s cunt wetter by the second. they needed him inside.

they began grinding on his lap, whimpering softly into his neck. he hissed, ordering them to stop. “noo, need you,” they whined, feeling him harden underneath them.

“such a fucking brat,” he scoffed as he lost the round. he tossed his controller and headphones on the table. immediately slipping his hand under their skirt and feeling their panties, pressing the pads of his fingers on their clit.

they tried grinding on his fingers but his other hand kept a grip on their waist. he clasped their chin and pulled them into a passionate kiss.

they moaned shamelessly, feeling him brush their panties to the side. their eyes squeezed shut in anticipation. two fingers dove in their pussy, soon to be three.

“xiao!” they whimpered, not bothering to hide their neediness. they grinded themselves on his fingers. “such a needy slut—getting off on my fingers alone,” xiao said harshly.

they whimpered his name again, eyes tearing up at the degration. “don’t cry baby, you know i love you,” he said, smirking. he kissed their tears away, making their face flush.

“i’m..i’m cumming!” they exclaimed, feeling themselves cream all over xiao’s fingers. he brought them to his lips and slipping past them. luma’s eyes widened at the lewd act.

“you’re so cute,” he muttered to himself. “i hope you know what’s coming to you for disrupting my game.”

𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄

“scara, want you,” luma whined, pouting. their arms were wrapped around his neck as he read peacefully. only to be disturbed by his lover.

“quit it,” he snapped, trying to read his novel. “scara,” they said, cupping his face to have him look at them. he had an angry look on his face.

he closed his book, placing it on the coffee table. suddenly, he pushed them down on the sofa. his hands were beside their head as he breathed heavily.

scaramouche didn’t even realize their outfit until now—a tank top and a pair of loose shorts. their nipples poked through the thin fabric of the shirt.

he yanked their shorts down, tossing them elsewhere. pressing his fingers against their clothed clit, luma let out a soft sigh. he knew what they wanted, but he wasn’t going to give it to them.

instead, he thrusted two fingers in their pussy after pulling their panties to the side. “so wet, you really needed me, huh?” he asked cockily, thrusting faster.

“mmph! scara!” they whimpered and whined. “what made you decide it was a good idea to disrupt my reading time? how much of a slut are you?” he chuckled, earning a whimper and pout from luma.

“yours, only yours,” they said confidently. this made his eyes widen, but quickly hid it.

“damn right.”

𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀

luma knew better, they should’ve just gotten off on their own. but they craved their boyfriend’s cock. so, they entered his room, ready to fuck him.

what they didn’t realize was how busy kazuha was with his haiku. he needed to meet the deadline soon and was rushing. he was a little stressed out, to say the least.

“kazu.” they gave him a pouty look and irresistible eyes. “what is it, love?” he asked, still focused on his haiku.

“i need you, baby.” they used a pet name they didn’t usually use, making his heart swoon. “later, my dear. i’m almost finished,” he explained, earning a soft groan from luma.

they decided, fuck it, crawling onto the bed and straddling kazuha. “please love, i need to work,” he urged, placing a hand on their hip.

“but kazu.” “luma,” he said sternly. they frowned at him, looking to the side. they began peppering kisses on his neck, grinding on him slowly.

“ah! always such a tease,” kazuha exasperated, hissing. luma continued kissing and leaving marks on his neck, letting everyone know exactly who he belonged to.

what always made kazuha weak was their love bites, hissing softly when they nibbled on his neck. “love, don’t—do that,” he stuttered.

he could feel his bulge press against luma’s pussy, realizing their panties were dampened. they were so fucking needy for him, making his cock twitch.

“okay love,” he placed his pen and paper down, “you have my attention.”

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐙𝐎𝐔

“what are you doing?” luma asked, entering heizou’s office. “just looking over some papers from a recent case. i’ll be done in a while,” he explained, not bothering to look at them.

luma approached their lover, massaging their hands through his hair. “you’ve done so much already, pay attention to me,” they told him bluntly.

he didn’t reply, earning a scoff from luma. how interesting could this case be that it’d be enough to ignore them? tilting their head, they leaned down so their mouth hovered beside his ear.

“i need you, baby,” luma whispered, breath fanning against heizou’s ear. he had them on his lap in a flash. “my baby needs attention, hm?” he cooed, rubbing their waist.

“need it now,” they confirmed, nodding slightly. they were adorable. usually, luma was someone who’s headstrong, someone who can take care of their problems on their own. but they needed and craved their boyfriend’s cock.

they disrupted his work, however. meaning he wouldn’t give them what they wanted. only tease them until they’re sobbing his name and begging for his cock.

“ride my thigh,” he instructed, causing luma to grind quickly against him. heizou watched in amusement as luma eagerly rode his thigh, needing to reach their orgasm.

soft pants and moans slipped past luma’s lips as they leaned against his shoulder. “ ‘m close,” they whispered. “go ahead, baby.”

they let out an erotic moan that made heizou’s boner grow bigger as they came, creaming all over their panties.

“heizou, let me ride your cock.” they weren’t embarrassed, just wanting their needs met. “you broke the rules—interrupting me while i’m at work. behave and maybe i’ll let you ride my fingers.”

diorlumx productions, 2023

[banana-jay]

I humbly present to you... .°˖✧ Arataki Gyorui! ✧˖°.

“An Oni abandoned by their village and cast out to the vacant woodlands of Inazuma, left to fend for herself before being taken in by Itto and their Granny. A gentle and kind soul with a mask of grandeur and pride.”

Gyo is one half of the Canon x Oc ship by the lovely @/Kazurui_timely on twitter <3 Gyo's autism swag has captivated me! She’s all I draw now :3

Below are drawings by the creator himself!

[devizakura]

THE SHIP'S NOT DEAD AFTER ALL, Y'ALL. I'm still on a comic hiatus but I may pop in with some individual art every now and then.

That's it, that's their vibe. Dasha is silly enough to ask the most bizarre questions and Kazuha is an eccentric oddball who answers them earnestly.

[mirdance]

Day 6 - Pet Play

Pairing: Kazuha x Emil

Why did you leave?

The question hung at the edge of Emil’s mind like the last drop of dew in the early morning fields. He knew the answer. That did not stop his thinking from reaching forth with the starvation of a stray, bones clattering together with out of tune synergy that went straight to his knees.

“It’s good to see you,” he offered the white-haired man instead.

It was wet outside. They were inside, but the outside clung along the walls and the air of the damp cabin.

“You as well,” Kazuha’s voice sang, the voice that caused Emil’s breath to swell in his throat. “Thank you for sheltering me from the rain,” he added, the edge of his voice catching a bit of hesitation.

Emil only nodded in response.

All was silent as Kazuha slowly peeled out of his boots. Droplets of water weaved down the buckles and onto the hardwood floor. Next was his kimono—Emil thought that was what it was called. He had asked once when the two were taking turns being on top of each other in front of the fireplace and Emil had noticed just how easily the outfit fell away.

Kazuha’s pupils always dilated when reminiscing of home, a stark contrast to his relaxed fingers and lounging gate. He’d explained the intricacies and origins of the kimono as well as their evolution over time, yet Emil couldn’t keep up with his words as well as his hands.

Emil attempted to focus on the kettle rather than the man shedding clothes behind him.

How long will you stay this time?

The kettle whined.  As much as he wanted to be finished with making tea, he thought of Kazuha’s lips around the tin cup reserved for each stay, the steam that would roll off the sides and cause those red eyes to droop, as if he’d been in the cabin with Emil his entire life. As if he didn’t hate Emil’s watered down Mondstadt tea, as if politeness were a form of the passion they’d shared.

The kettle was heavy.

Kazuha was naked save for shorts when Emil set the table. No one carried tea sets or flowered cups in that neck of the woods; Emil didn’t know how to properly pour tea or if there was even a proper way to do it. Kazuha lightly tapped Emi’s wrist, causing the kettle to clink against the cup.

“I can do that, please sit.” The corners of Kazuha’s mouth lifted, and it coursed through Emil’s chest as Kazuha took the handle and their fingers brushed.

Emil wanted to deny the request, to thrust himself forward and pour the damn liquid, but he sat at the other end of the small table and gripped his own cup. Ripples broke the surface the same way the acid in his stomach felt.

Kazuha thanked Emil for the tea (even though Emil had only boiled water).  “It’s beautiful,” he spoke lightly.

“Huh,” Emil grunted.

“The dandelion.”

“Oh.” Emil stared into his own cup, the yellow dandelion spreading as hot water moistened the petals. 

“It’s always so soft to the touch, and the aroma melts my worries away.” Kazuha shifted an ankle onto his knee, his waist melting into the chair as his legs parted.

Emil watched the other inhale the steam, the rise and fall of Kazuha’s belly, his foot that slowly danced along to some unknown tune. When Emil lifted his own cup, it was too hot.  Still, he brought it to his mouth and lapped the tip of his tongue against the surface. Did his own throat bob and weave like Kazuha’s, as if every wave of tea spent time investigating the insides of his throat before plummeting into his stomach?

“How was your holiday?” Kazuha broke the silence.

Weinlesefest. A time when families would cross miles of harvested fields to see their loved ones.  “It was all right.  I helped the locals a little.” He did not, but it sounded better than moping in his home. 

“I’m glad.” Kazuha brought the cup to his lips once again and drank. Emil’s eyes caught a drop that Kazuha’s lower lip carried on the side; Kazhua swiped a tongue to rid of it. Emil tugged at his shirt collar and shuddered. If only Emil had a turtleneck on or a necklace to fiddle with.  Before his fingers naturally decided to rub his throat, he quickly grounded his twitchy hand to the other side of his cup and imagined it covered weighted by stones.

Emil’s neck felt empty like the vegetables that no longer swayed in the wind. 

“Did you lose it,” Kazuha asked, his voice delicate but holding an edge like steel, an edge no one would be able to notice if they hadn’t known his speech patterns.

“Lose what?”

Kazuha reached forward but stopped halfway, only pointing to Emil’s neck and returning to his cup. “I’m just surprised since you wore it so much the last time I was here. I thought you’d never part with it.” Each syllable held gravel, as if someone had scraped his insides.

“I have it,” Emil replied. “I’m just not wearing it at the moment.”

“I see.”

They stared at each other, Kazuha from behind his cup and Emil following the line of Kazuha’s red strip of hair. Earlier, Emil had hastily unclasped the gift and shoved it into a cupboard after hearing that soft knock against the rain, the sort of knock that only Kazuha could have, silent yet loud. There was no thought to what Emil did, just an action done in panic and jammed fingers.

Kazuha peered into his cup and lightly tapped his fingers to whatever poetry performed in his head.

“I…” Emil faltered. “I will wear it now.”

Before Kazuha’s lips could summon words, Emil’s chair squealed.  Emil thrust himself towards the kitchen counter and shakily opened the middle cupboard.  He reached for the leather with a sigh and rushed to the safety of his seat when he realized he hadn’t closed the cupboard door.  Nothing could be done about it without returning, and he finally clutched his prize in his hand, smooth under his thumbs; he had to stop himself before he brought it to his nose.

“Want me to put it on,” Kazuha offered.

Emil nodded, but the nod was too quick, too eager in front of someone who just got out of the pouring rain, someone that had been gone for months.  There were so many other things the rain demanded, a fire, finished tea, a blanket.  Yet Kazuha’s gaze fell from Emil’s face to the leather and back again, wanting? 

Emil needed the dampness of humidity off his skin and the weight of something else more than he needed tea or closed doors. The pulling of Kazuha’s eyes and the heaviness of his paused fingers insinuated that perhaps he, too, desired. But Emil had always done the wrong things at the wrong times, like wearing shorts in the winter and eating hot soup in the spring or preparing a kiss too late.

“Come,” Kazuha gently instructed.   

There was a difference between Kazuha’s regular voice and that voice; one caressed Emil’s worries and the other embraced them. Emil’s chest leapt and froze into his esophagus as he knelt on one knee beside the table. 

“Your hands are as cold as ice.” Kazuha brought Emil’s hands into his lap and circled a thumb around the knuckles. 

Emil let out a trembling breath.  His neck felt hot, sticky, nothing like what radiated from Kazuha’s palms. Palms that melted into veins like water into petals. They stayed like that a moment, rubbing each other’s hands and sighing.

“Lean in, if you please,” Kazuha spoke barely above a whisper.

Emil did as told, his eyes drifting to Kazuha’s hands that held the leather, the way the man held it so delicately and gingerly, as if it were some sacred thing. Maybe it was. But Emil wasn’t very good at sacred, wasn’t holy enough or whole enough.

Kazuha’s index finger grazed Emil’s throat: it stung like the tea that didn’t want to go down earlier, and he unconsciously gulped. A simple reaction to being touched, but he still searched Kazuha’s eyes, pleading with him to understand that it was okay, unable to summon sounds as easily or as prettily as the man he rested against.

The buckle clinked, louder than any thunder and rain outside. It rested cold against his neck as hot fingers lingered along the leather, tweaking and pulling and moving and measuring. Once Kazuha dragged two of his fingers in between the leather and skin, Emil had completely forgotten to exhale. 

“Breathe,” Kazuha stated gently.

Emil exhaled like he’d never exhaled in his life. The muscles in his neck and shoulders settled against the ache of being tense for too long. His head dropped onto Kazuha’s lap, and it felt more like home than any cabin or rocking chair or warm meal. The scent of bark, damp earth, and days on the road.

Kazuha chuckled and ran his fingers through Emil’s hair.  “Do you want to know what you look like?”

Emil only sighed, could only sigh, the only thing his body allowed him to utter. He knew he looked like a wretched dog, hungry for blood, hungry to be seen.

“Your eyes resemble the moon’s reflection on the water, glazed and deep. Not a single thought, only the waves of sea.” Emil quivered.

“Just how far do those depths go, and how might I drown myself in them? I feel as if I suffocate already without their hold, a pirate destined to be sold to the siren.”

Emil was no siren; Kazuha was the siren.  The one with lips and words as soft and bold as the changing weather. Emil’s chin was lifted by deft fingers; both pairs of eyes darted, studying one another in an unspoken language only the two of them could understand. Kazuha's lips crashed delicately upon Emil’s.

Kazuha could not have a companion on the road, not very well, anyway. Even a trained dog would be something else he would have to look after.  It had been the idea of a drunken night, Emil rolling around and Kazuha laughing and caressing him behind the ears like the owner of a happy pet. They’d paused during, an epiphany shared between two minds, as if the weight of the world had answered all their questions in that moment.

Why did you leave?

The rain beat upon the roof, overwhelming each thought as Kazuha intwined his fingers through each strand of Emil’s hair, as endless and short as a rainy day, as calming and thunderous as a storm over tea, and as fleeting as the autumn wind.   

[xxlovesickmyuxx]

🎀⑅*˖•. ·Comfort for a Maiden (Kazuha x oc, 2/2)*˖•. · ⑅🎀

"Yurei turned to face Kazuha, who has his arms out. She would then run over and hug Kazuha tight, tears running down her face. Kazuha would then comfort the crying Maiden. "Let it out ... everything will be okay" Kazuha said in a comforting tone while patting Yurei's head as Yurei's tears roll down her face"

part 2 of my Angst/comfort drawin! I've been through so much and I wanted to draw this to comfort myself QwQ

[ostellaria]

the wanderer’s tune

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ ࿐ྂ “No, not at all.” Kazuha shook his head. “And, to respond to you, the Raiden Shogun has impacted many aspects of my life greatly—”

“As with many as well.”

Kazuha continued, “but that is not a reason for me to hate her.”

The distant hum of the floral zither filled the ears of a certain immortal. It was intense, maybe even personal, something that a passing someone like Emmeline shouldn’t be able to hear—wasn’t allowed to hear. Its notes were all-consuming, and it might have elicited tears from a mortal. The anguish it spoke of was more pronounced than all the physical pain she had ever experienced.

The sound lulled boulders to sleep and shook even the stillest of souls. It was blooming Glaze Lilies after the sun disappeared from sight. People of this age often overlooked the presence of Glaze Lilies in their lives. Because of how little they saw of it, they never gave it much thought. The only time they ever thought of it was when they wished to gift flowers to someone they cherished.

The zither painted the sky in sunrise hues, welcoming a new day and reluctantly bidding goodbye to the one that came before.

Emmeline once assumed that it had ceased to exist after centuries of never hearing the crisp tune of its strings. Once, in a distant past, many played this certain zither, but after a time when music held less importance than social relations, the zither was heard no more. It was refreshing to hear it again. The greenery and golden flower blooms beneath the Dragon-Queller —a point of interest in Nantienmen—swayed gently, following the melody of the zither.

Just a look away was a hilichurl camp. The music seemed to have garnered their attention as well. Emmeline’s eyes lingered on them, finding it interesting how they were behaving like humans. They had been humans—people. It made sense how some things remained the same even though they had essentially devolved into non-intelligent beings. Their situation was pitiful in its own right, but it wasn’t like Emmeline could have interfered with the will of those that held power.

“I hope you’re not thinking of sending them to the afterlife.” Emmeline’s head whipped quicker than she could think. She glared into gentle scarlet eyes as her pulse thrummed quickly beneath her skin. She felt like she had just run a marathon. Emmeline should have heard him approach, in the first place. She was capable enough to know how to do that.

The face she saw was emotionless save for the open book he was showcasing in his gaze. It was beautiful, and if she were to use an analogy, Emmeline would be the moth to his flame. His thoughts unfurled like flowers. Intricate and beautiful, as well as mildly sorrowful.

Emmeline turned to look at the crystalline tree, leaning against the sandbearer. She didn’t want to disturb those hilichurls; they'd gone through enough already. That was, if they had memories. Emmeline never bothered to understand hilichurls' behaviors, let alone their anatomy. She was somehow sure that there were memories that they just couldn’t remember or think of. Something ingrained into their genetics that affected how they lived their lives and what exactly they did on a daily basis. 

This man was assuming incorrectly. Her intentions didn’t even border the territory of killing for fun , since that was what adventurers seemed to like doing these days. Sure, some commissions required it when their camps were just a little too close to human civilization, but other times—which was most of the time, they killed just because they saw the creatures in their path.

So why did this man think she wanted to kill them? Did people just want to kill hilichurls when they see them? Was danger the only word associated with hilichurls? Shouldn’t there be a more logical explanation than this? Rather than it just being pure instinct ?

Emmeline trained her eyes on the man's scarlet again. “Do you want to kill them when you see them?” she asked. “If that's what you think, then you have no right to say anything to me.”

She heard the zither's tunes again.

What is he doing?

“What are you doing?” Emmeline observed as he sat cross-legged beside her. The same notes echoed in her ears as he pulled out a Floral Zither.

He was the one playing the instrument, then. “Where did you find that?”

“Do you know what this is?”

“I don’t think I do,” Emmeline lied, tongue swirling uncomfortably around the words. She remembered rarely withholding information since it was pretty useless to her. The truth had more consequence, and frankly, that seemed a bit fun, didn’t it?

He smiled. “This is a floral zither.” He seemed fond of it. Just the thought of music, in general. As far as Emmeline had observed him, he immersed himself in the sounds of nature, which could be considered music. 

“Where did you find it?”

Emmeline reached out for the instrument, and was pleased when he let her hold it. The strings were a shimmering bronze, and the wood of the zither was fragrant. Just as I remember it. Emmeline personally never played much of the zither, but she had come close enough to remember its characteristics. She ran her fingers along the body of the instrument.

His voice was low as he leaned closer to her, “Would you like to play?” Emmeline kept silent for a moment. Maybe she was thinking; maybe she wanted the moment to drag on. She knew that it was a sensitive one. She’d had her fair share of intimacy. It was something she liked.

“I don’t believe I know how to play the floral zither, it is quite a new instrument to me, after all.” Again, a lie. But it was only a half-lie. He didn’t look convinced as he hummed thoughtfully, asking for the zither to be handed back to him again. Emmeline hesitated for a brief moment.

“I can teach you,” he said quickly as if he didn’t doubt her for a second. Not even a fraction of a second. His eyes were glimmering.

“That is unnecessary . . .” Emmeline waited for him to fill in the blanks.

“Kazuha. Kaedehara Kazuha.”

“You’re from Inazuma.” Emmeline wasn’t really surprised at the information. His motif already told her enough from the get-go. “Pray tell, how did you escape that closed nation?” Kazuha still had his vision, as well. Still intact and showing no signs of abnormalities.

Visions weren’t going to break, no matter how much you tried. It was like a curse, weirdly enough. Seen as a gift by the majority; seen as a burden by many allogenes. It didn’t matter who you asked, as long as you possessed a vision, there was a guarantee that it was weighing you down. Sure, many people liked having been gifted a vision, but most allogenes only found it as a convenience. None of them even seemed to need it. It was the truly desperate ones that didn’t have what they yearned for.

“Do you plan to enter Inazuma?” he asked. “I may not be able to tell you how I left, but I can help you find a way to enter.” He seemed almost sincere in his words; if only Emmeline didn’t notice the sadness in his eyes. Kazuha still definitely longed for his past home. That wasn’t essentially a bad thing. It had been his home. Not thinking about it even once meant that he had abandoned it completely. All the memories and the experiences within it locked away in the recesses of his mind.

“Someday, but not now.” Emmeline smiled lightly at the thought of seeing the nation of thunder and lightning before her very eyes once again. She already had, once, under the watch of Makoto who helped her navigate the islands. Even back then, the effects of Ei’s power had already manifested within the land as wounds and craters.

“What do you know of that land?” Kazuha’s eyes narrowed slightly in the thought of the place he had abandoned. More in thought, than in hatred.

Emmeline chuckled softly at his refusal to utter the official name of the Teyvatian region. “It’s been said to carry the most beautiful night anyone has ever seen. Especially when the Grand Narukami Shrine’s divine priestess is performing rites.

“I would also like to see its praised landscapes. Many of the islands are seen as uninhabitable, but I’m sure there is beauty in what cannot be touched. Perhaps I can even meet the Raiden Shogun. Right now, she is not in a particularly stable state given that she has called for the execution of the Sakoku Decree as part of the popular Vision Hunt Decree, so I won’t ask for much.”

Kazuha’s eyes moved downwards, his gaze now soft as he spoke, “Would you like to meet the Raiden Shogun?” Then Emmeline felt like she shouldn’t have expressed that want. There was no possible way she could have known his circumstances or his reason for leaving Inazuma. Of course, the Vision Hunt Decree seemed like a particularly important reason since he did have a vision, but there must’ve been something else at play as well.

Emmeline hummed, “It depends on your answer, Kaedehara.” Since what she thought could potentially change Kazuha’s view of her. She didn’t think him wanting to meet the tyrant behind her suffering would be well for her brain, if, hypothetically, she were to be in his shoes.

“Please, drop the honorifics.”

“Kazuha, then.” Emmeline repeated her words from earlier, “It depends on your answer, Kazuha.”

He chuckled reluctantly. “I don’t think it should.”

“I just want it to matter, is that going to be a problem?”

“No, not at all.” Kazuha shook his head. “And, to respond to you, the Raiden Shogun has impacted many aspects of my life greatly—”

“As with many as well.”

Kazuha continued, “but that is not a reason for me to hate her.”

“You are quite mature.” Emmeline smiled and tilted her head. “Given everything that has happened to you.” From his words, it didn’t take a genius to realize that the Raiden Shogun had taken away someone from his life. Such extreme measures wouldn’t be needed if it wasn’t affecting the way he lived as a fugitive. It was quite unfortunate how having a vision could subject you to hide away or see the cruelest of things.

“What do you know?”

“Your words give away more than you think they do.”

“Tell me about yourself then.” Kazuha moved so that he was sitting cross-legged in front of her. He was blocking Emmeline’s view of the tree, but she supposed she didn’t mind. “It’s only fair.” It wasn’t the tree she was looking for.

“I can’t tell you much, but I will tell you this.” Emmeline cleared her throat. “I am a traveler. Not of a distant land, but of this one. I have seen all and have experienced much, and the future is in my hands.” It was a useless statement, but it was useful for him because he didn’t want to find out about her origin.

The words sank in easily into Kazuha’s mind. It didn’t give away much, but she shared with him what he wanted to know. “That sounds rehearsed.”

Emmeline shrugged. “Only that. Everything else is predetermined.”

“I’m assuming you know what happened already?”

“You don’t seem surprised.”

Kazuha lifted his hand, feeling the breeze rush through his fingertips. “I suppose the wind tells me what I need.”

“What you need is not enough apparently.” Emmeline sighed. “I don’t know what happened to you. Even though I could, technically, I won’t. Because that knowledge isn’t something I’m privy to.” She lifted her hand to follow Kazuha’s, and when their palms touched, Emmeline fitted her fingers in between Kazuha’s. She smiled softly. “I don’t want to intrude more than I already have.”

Kazuha stared at her silently, observing. He stared at her ashy hair, at her deep eyes, and at the singular earring on her left earlobe. He stared at the question that is her, at the not-so-godliness of her demeanor, even though it was obvious that she wasn’t mortal. Emmeline wasn’t mortal like Kaedehara Kazuha was.

“What’s your name?” Kazuha got to ask amidst his trance, but his thoughts still rushed like a river.

She responded with a sweet smile as she let go of his hand, placing her hand on her chest. “Call me Emmeline.”

“Throughout this entire conversation, you’re only telling me your name now.” Kazuha smiled lightly, even almost laughing at the irony of it all. This read like a book from Yae’s Publishing House indeed. He didn’t know the editor-in-chief, but he felt like they would approve of this plot. Of course, it could be extended, but he was sure they could write it well.

“You never asked until just now.” Emmeline shifted so she was closer to Kazuha, and gestured at the Floral Zither on his lap. “How about you play me something?”

series: stories of a time long past

word count: 2.1k

author: ostellaria

[olimpios]

Chapter 1:

Just a casual day for Kazuha to wander around and look for a thing for fun. Today he especially wanted to drink as much as he can to forget all his pain and stress that he received in past...

Suddenly he saw a girl sitting on the grass and looking at the beach. She had short brown haircut with big and bright eyes, her nose were not big...but not small too. She were in casual clothes,but somehow got Kazuha's attention.

Kazuha walked to her and asked gently

-Pardon me, I saw you from afar and I couldn’t help myself, my name is Kadaehara Kazuha, this may sounds bold but I was wondering if we could share a drink or two…

Girl looked at him surprised and thought for a moment:

-Well if it's an old,good wine then count me in haha!

Kazuha smiled

-Then follow me, I’ll lead the way, just behind the corner is a wonderful little bar! And it’s all to ourselves, it is rarely this empty after hours! So take it easy with the drinking, you don’t want to overdo it, right?

Girl chuckled a bit,but stayed silence.

They walked over to the bar, and it was as Kazuha said, the place was empty. So they had it all to ourselves, it was cozy and relaxing, and with the best wine in town, well, what is there not to love? They sat down and I poured us a glass each

-So tell me, why exactly are you interested in joining me on a random Wednesday evening, is it because of the wine, or is there another reason?

smiling, Kazuha look up at you

-Wine.

Girl only gave small answer and waited for him to pour wine in her glass.

-Straight to the point, I like it. Now, let’s start slow, let’s take a sip from our glasses, shall we?

Kazuha takes his own glass

- Oh, what a nice, complex taste!This is why I love wine, you know, the sheer complexity of all the flavors make it such a delightful drinking experience!

Girl stayed silence,only enjoyed the scene and then started laughing

-ahaha... are you already drunk?

-Ah.. you weren't wrong, the wines here are quite strong, I'm already feeling quite tipsy myself

Kazuha grins, taking another sip of wine

-Well, well, what is it, they say? Life is for the living, right? So we might as well drink up and enjoy the night! Don't just sit there,take another sip!

Girl takes another shot and drinks all of it till end. She were still sober after 9 drinks,but Kazuha felt dizzy after drinking 3 shots.

-Ah.. you have quite strong resistance to alcohol.. tell me your secret, you would come in handy as a drinking partner

Kazuha laugh jokingly to myself and get up from the table. Looks like he would pass in any minute. Girl immediately notices it and grabs his arm .

-Do you... uh, want me to accompany you till you go home safe and without passing out on the road, haha?

-Oh my.. you would go with me all the way there? Just to make sure I didn't fall.. how considerate of you! But, I could very well get a cab, I have more than enough money for it. You don't want to trouble yourself with something like that, do you?

Kazuha winked, smiling kindly at girl

-But in any case, it's very kind of you to offer! Please, follow me.

She only nodded and followed the direction Kazuha showed.

-So tell me, what do you do for a living? You don’t have to tell me specifically what you do if you don’t want to, but I am curious as to what job would allow a person to be able to take down 15 drinks and be able to walk straight after.

Kazuha laugh as he say that, but he seem genuinely curious, as if he had just discovered a rare creature.

-Haha, you can say that I got immunity since I was 12, I think. My family loves to throw big parties and enjoy them with my relatives...

- Well, that actually sounds like quite a fun and happy childhood if you ask me, though I do see how it could be lonely when you had to go back to your own life.. You don't have to answer this if you don't want to, but what do you do in your life now? Surely, you have friends, or are even dating someone, is that right?

He chuckle, though Kazuha wonder if he might have overstepped his boundaries. Girl stayed silence and didn't gave any answer to that.

-Ah.. I see.. You're not a talker, are you? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring up some sore subjects or to pry. I can tell when someone is uncomfortable with a question, and you are uncomfortable right now, aren't you? Please allow me to shut up.

Kazuha chuckle and rub the back of his head, obviously a bit embarrassed

-Well, we all have our own problems, don't we..

They walked for a minute or so in complete silence until Kazuha decided to break the silence

-Hey, thanks for walking me home. This was a pleasant night, you know, I quite enjoy this.. I must say, you're quite the mystery,it'll be a pity if i don't get your number

-What if I don't have a number? Haha!

Kazuha watched as girl walk down the road, a smile on his face. As he see girl disappear, a question formed in his head ."Did this just make me fall in love with a total stranger?"

[Thi is so horrible for chapter one,I'm sorry😭]

[shinysam29]

Kazuha x OC - Love Like Poetry

Selene laughed as she sat with her back to Kazuha’s, leaning back to stretch with the back of her head on his shoulder.

“Kazuha, you’ve been meditating for so long. What’s going on inside that lovely head of yours?” Selene asked as she rolled to the side, tail swishing behind her as she went to sit on her knees in front of him.

“I’m writing you a poem. A haiku just for you.” Kazuha smiles as he opens his red eyes, gazing so softly at the woman in front of him, placing a hand on her knee, gently stroking the skin with his thumb. “Would you like to hear it?”

“Of course!” Selene grinned as she leaned a bit closer to him, enjoying the feeling of his touch on her skin.

“As free as the wind,

A feeling so strong I cry,

A love forever.”

Kazuha touches his forehead to Selene’s with his last words, the woman smiling and nuzzling her nose against his.

“I love you, too, Kazuha.~” Selene hummed as she kisses his lips gently.

Kazuha threaded his fingers through her short green hair as his eyes closed. He leaned into the kiss, savoring every moment as if it could be the last. Kazuha pulled back slowly, hesitantly as Selene smiled at him.

“My beautiful little dove. I love you more than words can express.” Kazuha spoke softly against her lips, pecking them a few more times.

“I love you more.~” Selene teased, pulling him close and laying back in the flowery field they sat in, giggling as he laughed at her antics. “I’m so glad you chose to give me all of you. You’re all I could ever ask for.”

“And you’re all I’ll ever need.” Kazuha smiled before pulling her into another passion filled kiss.

[platyxpus]

chiharu with kittens (a friend’s genshin oc who’s shipped with kazuha :) )

[kurolumiis]

𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒?

featuring — kazuha, luma (oc)

summary — a dealer and a drug addict claimed to only be friends. but, one night alone makes them something more.

warnings — kazuha x oc, weed use, fucking under the influence, smut written by a minor, college!au, drug dealer!kazuha, drug addict!luma, jealousy cause im a sucker for it, slight corruption kink, squirting, mentions of luma’s backstory and self-medication

messages from the galaxy — i don’t endorse drugs in any way, shape, or form. many people use it for self-medication (as do i) and that’s what happens in this fic. also stoner kazu>>

“we’re just friends,” luma would tell their friends when questioned about their relationship with their drug dealer. this was the first time they actually formed a connection with their drug dealer, and he was pretty nice.

they never hung out outside of school or when he would drop off their weed. but, they were still super close. almost too close.

some girls didn’t like how close they were. it wasn’t like he was as close with any others. sure, he slept around but there was a keen difference in his eyes when he looked at them versus how he looked at luma.

“stay away from kazuha,” a girl ordered, cornering luma in the bathroom. “wha—” “i know you have feelings for him. i do too, so back. off.” venom laced her tone, shoving luma’s shoulder with her finger.

“i don’t!” they exclaimed, wondering what the fuck was wrong with her. “then why are you so close with him, hm?” her friend hummed tauntingly from beside her, crossing her arms.

“cause we’re friends,” luma said, squinting their eyes in annoyance. “good, it should be nothing more,” the girl said, spinning around and exiting the bathroom in a flash.

“what the fuck?” luma questioned, utterly confused by the interaction. shrugging it off, they went and washed their hands before they exited the bathroom.

the next day, luma saw the same girl talking with kazuha. when his eyes landed on them, he excused himself from the girl and headed over to them.

“hey,” he said, smiling warmly. “hi.” “do you wanna hang out at my place tonight?” he asked. kazuha had never invited luma over to his place, ever. despite being friends. luma didn’t really question why, assuming it was probably because of his dealings.

“okay, sure!” they exclaimed, flashing a bright smile. “great, i’ll see you at eight?” he inquired, smirking at them. “yep!”

luma could assume what they would be doing — smoking weed. it was their drug dealer, of course they’d be doing drugs. but, something deep down yearned for it to be something more.

they couldn’t wait for tonight.

luma decided to go for a simple short black, pleated skirt and a cropped top with a v-neck. they made sure their cleavage poked out for their own confidence, not to impress kazuha in any way.

they ran their fingers through their curly locks just to get the tangles out. when they figured they looked presentable, they exited their dorm and began heading to kazuha’s.

when kazuha opened the door, his eyes narrowed on their cleavage. he abruptly looked away, smiling as he greeted them.

luma smiled and entered his dorm. if predictably smelled like weed. it was a comforting smell to luma, so they felt right at home.

he had some drugs laid out on the table, just out in the open. it shocked luma, honestly. “you just keep your drugs out?” they asked, pointing to them.

“yeah, i do it to be prepared for night deliveries but tonight i told my regulars i’m taking a break,” he explained, beginning to head to his bedroom.

luma followed, seeing the cool posters and bongs laying around his room. “cool,” they said in amazement. “ah, i had a couple joints rolled for us. but if you wanna smoke out of the bong, that’s alri—” “no, no! joints are good!” they exclaimed, nervously.

luma took a seat beside him on the bed. his eyes were trained on their thighs peeking through their skirt. they were oblivious to it though, thinking he wouldn’t be interested in them like that.

he placed the joint between his pretty lips and flicked the lighter a few times with his long, slender fingers before creating a flame. luma watched in awe as his pretty fingers lit the joint.

he looked at them with lidded eyes, taking a drag off the joint. blowing the smoke out, he looked to the side then back at them. “wanna listen to some music?”

“of course,” they approved, excitedly. he chuckled at their predictability. he grabbed the remote and turned on the tv. he then grabbed his phone, connecting it to the tv.

he turned on luma’s playlist he had saved (and listened to regularly). luma eagerly took the joint, placing it between their lips. kazuha watched as their hit went over 20 seconds.

luma pulled away quickly, blowing the smoke out. “sorry, i don’t wanna smoke the entire thing,” they apologized, explaining why they pulled away quickly.

“it’s alright, i got another one for us anyway,” he reassured. luma smiled, knowing they would get high as fuck tonight.

luma slowly started feeling the high, tilting their head and fluttering their eyes shut. kazuha found it adorable how much they were feeling the music.

“god, i love chase atlantic. it’s even better while high,” they stated, chuckling and thinking it was weird. “you’re right,” he chuckled, agreeing.

he passed the joint back, seeing luma take another large hit. “how can your lungs handle that?” luma blew the smoke out. “i’ve been smoking since i was like fifteen,” they explained, casually.

“oh.” kazuha looked down. “any reason?” he stared back at them. “self-medication,” they replied, casually again. “i see.” he hid his frown.

kazuha new he shouldn’t have an opinion on it, it was none of his business. but, the thought of luma self-medicating ached his heart. they must’ve been through something horrible and horrific.

“that’s for another time, though. no bad vibes during highs!” they said, cheerfully. and they meant it. they didn’t want to include any negativity during their highs, which were meant to be pleasurable and to avoid those negative thoughts.

hit after hit, the two ventured more and more into their high. pretty soon, luma’s head was spinning with pleasure. and their panties were dampening.

they internally panicked. no, no, why did they have to have a horny high when kazuha was around? they squirmed in their seating position uncomfortably.

kazuha’s mind was the same as luma, only clouded by thoughts of lust towards them. the high was only intensifying them. luma scooted closer to him, thinking and praying he’d think they wanted more weed.

suddenly, he pulled them onto his lap, parting their lips to blow the smoke into their mouth. how many times have they dreamed of this happening to them?

“kazu…” they trailed off, wondering what the fuck just happened. they questioned if they were so high that it didn’t even happen and just in their imagination.

it wasn’t, cause soon they felt his lips on theirs. they whimpered, feeling his bulge press against their clothed clit. “luma,” he muttered, pulling back.

“i wanna fuck you,” he said, rather bluntly. he stared at them with lustful eyes, waiting for their answer.

“please, kazu. i want you to fuck me,” they pleaded, looking at him with desperate eyes. he chuckled, pressing his lips against theirs again.

“tease,” luma murmured against his lips, feeling him grind his clothed boner against them. his hand drifted under their skirt, firmly gripping their ass. luma let out a yelp at the sudden feeling.

“don’t give me that look,” luma scoffed, pouting. “ah, but you’re so cute when you’re high, and soaked too,” he mentioned, pressing the pads of his fingers against their panties.

their head immediately fell against his shoulder. “you’re sensitive to the lightest touch from me,” he noted, pressing harder. this elicited a moan out of luma.

kazuha chuckled, playing and toying with them as he pleased. luma whimpered and squirmed in this position, aching for more.

“please kazu, want it in,” they said, grinding against him. they took the joint in his other hand, placing it between their lips. he chuckled, pinning them against the bed.

he placed the joint on the ashtray on his nightstand. “such a slut for weed, such a slut that wants to get fucked.” his eyes darkened. “kazu,” they began, then feeling their panties brushed to the side and two fingers sliding in their hole.

his long, slender fingers reached parts luma couldn’t even imagine until now. their head fell against the pillow, sighing in pleasure. “you’re so tight, are you a virgin?”

“yes,” they whispered, embarrassed by the ordeal. “but, it feels great to have my first time while high,” they said out of nowhere. they didn’t care in that moment, too consumed by the high and the feeling of pleasure throughout their body.

their chest pressed against his as they arched their back. “kazu.~” they droned his name on. he smirked, getting an ego boost over how good he was making them feel.

“gonna..cum,” they moaned out, feeling them cum around his fingers. “fuck, you taste good,” he moaned, putting his fingers in his mouth. luma’s cunt twitched, mind flooding with either his cock or tongue inside of them.

they were horny and desperate. “please kazu, need you to fuck me!” they gripped his shirt, pleading with him. “course, love.” luma’s face flushed at the term of endearment, watching attentively as he pulled off his shirt.

they couldn’t help but run their acrylics along his abs. he nearly moaned at the feeling. and he was the one who told them they were weak for the slightest touch from him?

he unzipped his pants, pulling down his pants and boxers. his cock hit his stomach, making luma’s eyes widen at how big it was. they suddenly remembered their small figure.

“wait, it’s not gonna fit,” they murmured. “it’s okay, sweetheart. no need to worry,” he cooed, slowly slipping inside them. their eyes screwed shut as he fully entered them.

“kazu,” they whimpered, breasts bouncing against their chest. he took a nipple in their mouth, sucking harshly. luma moaned his name loudly.

“you’re so loud, don’t wanna wake up the neighbors, do we?” he asked, smoothly. “or maybe you do. make everyone hear how much of a slut you are for the campus’ drug dealer,” he chuckled, darkly.

when he heard they were a virgin, his mind immediately went to corrupting them. sure, they were openly dirty minded but the thought of him being the only one to do this with them made his head spin.

luma only whimpered in response, making him smirk down at them. he pounded into them harder, wanting them to elicit those loud moans again, have them wake up the sleeping students beside his dorm.

their eyes rolled into the back of their head, moving their hips to meet his. he firmly pushed their hips down, gripping their waist possessively.

he leaned his face into their neck, leaving deep and dark hickies. “ ‘m cumming,” he told them, cumming deep in their pussy. the intensity of the high and feeling so full made them cum immediately, squirting their juices onto kazuha’s dick and part of his lower stomach.

luma covered their face in embarrassment. they had never done that before, not even when they masturbated during their highs. he looked down at the mess they made, chuckling.

“you’re so fucking hot,” he murmured, pulling their hands away and kissing them again.

when he finally pulled away, a string of saliva connected both their wet lips together. “wanna go again?”

luma’s whimpers and moans were heard throughout the rooms beside kazuha’s dorm the whole night.

diorlumx productions, 2023

[ssamchu]

I know you love me back, even if you don’t show it (kim chaewon x f!reader)

   ⋅`🦦` ..⃗. } ⎧ ୧Just chaewon rejecting Yn's love and once jealous for rejecting it –72k views

▸ clip one

While chaewon started the live, Yn and Eunchae were playing halli galli (there is no one more competitive than those two)

Yah! calm down!!! the live has started! said Chaewon with her adorable angry tone. sorry my bae, let me make it up to you. Yn spoke while her mouth was preparing to form a kiss.

Eunchae meanwhile burst out laughing and Chaewon slapped her arm with a disgusted face.

Ouch! oh my heart has broken into a thousand pieces, god please eunchae help me. spoke Yn overreacting, throwing half of her body on the younger one, The leader rolled her eyes at her.

Leave manchae alone and stop overreacting Choi. At the naming of her last name, Yn sat down while striking a military pose.

at your service, unnie.

▸ clip two

While Leniverse was being filmed, Yn was on a mission to kiss all the members. It was no big deal for her because she always tried to do it, even the other members let her do it, except Chaewon.

While the girls were busy doing other missions, she approached Kazuha, Sakura, Yunjin and Eunchae, leaving Chaewon for the end and the members decided to watch the funny tom and Jerry-like scene unnieeee, come here said the girl with a slightly scary tone.

No! I hate it, get away from me. Chaewon shouted as she watched her friend slowly approaching. Yah! You come any closer and I'll throw this at you. She said while showing her toothpaste in her hand.

WHY ARE YOU EXAGGERATING? IT'S JUST A KISS, I NEED TO FINISH THIS MISSION AND I'M NOT GOING TO LET YOU, UNNIE, RUIN IT. Yn yelled back, grabbing a pillow to cover herself if Chaewon kept her word.

Seeing her grab a pillow, Chaewon thought Yn had given up, she calmed down as she turned around but that was a big mistake because before doing it, Yn jumped up wrapping her arms around her body as she tried to kiss her cheek until she did it and the traitorous camera showed a totally red Chaewon lying on the floor.

▸ clip three

They were in the waiting room at music bank while Chaewon was filming her daily vlog, they were on UNFORGIVEN promotions and they schedule was totally full, so much that on the side of the camera shot, Yn appears sleeping on the couch while Yunjin was taking photos of her.

Ah, Yn loves to sleep whispered while looking at the pictures she had taken, approaching Chaewon to show them, cute, isn't her? she asked to which the short-haired girl remained silent and made a disgusted face.

YAH UNNIE I SAW YOU. oh Yn woke up.

▸ clip four

So, guys, here we are, the UNFORGIVEN photo shoot features Yn in an outfit that showed off her abs. Guys, don't you think I have the best abs? I learned from Kazuha, I've been working out with her for months, it helped me. She said with a smile on her face.

Oh! look, chaewon unnie finished her shots, let's see them. she speculated as she walked towards chaewon who was checking her own shots.

ohhh cute, hot, pretty, yeah yeah I like it, you ate chaewonnie. The leader meanwhile, rolled her eyes before saying I know Yn, I know.

I think I like you unnie said the youngest one there as she kissed the screen where the pictures were. ahhh...Yn...what are you saying??? Chaewon said because of how shameless her member was.

▸ clip five

It's Valentine's Day and the members were doing a live for it, now, the girls choose a member to make chocolates and a letter.

uh- I don't know, I think I'm going to choose Yunjin. Yn said and Chaewon's neck almost broke hearing it, it was the first time she didn't choose her, even in izone she chose her, she wanted to ask why she didn't choose her but thank god, sakura asked since it was totally sudden for everyone.

Chaewon unnie wouldn't want a gift from me. Yn said jokingly and rolling her eyes.

NO! I want!!! Chaewon said almost shouting while everyone jumped from their place due to the leader's sudden behavior.

no, unnie, she chose me. Yunjin spoke knowing that she would make her angry. Yah! Yn, choose me. The girl said as she tugged on the sleeve of her bear sweater. ah... these girls fight for me, don't worry, there is Yn for everyone, don't worry, wait for your birthday Yunjin, I will write you a letter and give you reward chocolates.

After saying this, you could hear an angry Yunjin and a totally happy Chaewon.

inspired by @jihyoruri

[devizakura]

Loosely based on true events

[pupuyvs]

goal! ー chaewon smau

➼ Synopsis Yoo Jihye and her friends are the biggest losers in school. Though proud of the title, it seems to bite her when someone decides to sign her up for the school’s soccer team as a prank. Now forced to play the full season, how will Jihye survive, especially when the team’s captain is dating her crush, head cheerleader Kim Chaewon.

➼ Genre smau + written, wlw, non-idol au, cheerleader!chaewon, loser!femoc, fluff, comedy, slight angst

➼ Pairing Kim Chaewon x fem!oc

➼ Warning kms/kys jokes, mentions of bullying, homophobic jokes

➼ Status ongoing

➼ Updates whenever

➼ Taglist closed

➼ featuring: aespa, le sserafim, yeji (itzy), yuna (itzy), ahn yujin (ive), jang wonyoung (ive), yeonjun (txt), mark (nct), wonbin (riize), more to come…

➼ a/n decided chaewon nation deserved a blessing after eay, once again though there is an oc however you can view it as reader i truly don’t mind other than that enjoy!!

profiles: loser club | cheerios | tigers | others

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[thewinterpillarhashira]

it's someone's birthday on march 3rd⁉️😮

drew my persona ( no official look aside from the hc and ec cuz she pretty much exists just to represent me ! =D ) and my fav characs of all time as a little gift to myself<3

I'm afraid I'll be busy babysitting a non-nezuko nezuko, however-

[niiine]

Before my request I want you to know that I really love your works! Now can you please live up to your title and write a tooth aching fluff for Wanderer and Xiao (and Kazuha if possible) where they don't want to let go of the reader but she really needs to go home?

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘

Character(s). Scaramouche, Xiao, Kaedehara Kazuha, Venti

Synopsis. There will be times where it's hard to breathe and the world is insufferable. On those nights, they need you to stay.

Fluff

Short Drabble (esp. on Kazuha's part)

Soft Anemo boys because that's what they are.

Toothaching fluff they said. Live up to my title they said. Aren't toothaches supposed to hurt? hmph😤 Kidding. Thank you for the request!

Scaramouche

You woke up with a deathly grip around your waist, caging your body and preventing you from any further movement aside of slight head turns. Noticing the now darkening skies, you slightly tap the arms hugging your form, earning a silent grunt from your lover. “Love, I need to go”.

“No.” You deadpanned at his response, not really entertained at how he easily dismissed your necessity. ”If my mother gets mad at me, I’m turning you in.” he nuzzles your nape and buried his face deeper, leading a sigh out of your lips.

“(y/n) you’re too loud.” You rolled your eyes, feeling a bit of panic touch your heart since you’d never really hear the end of it from your mother if you get home late again. Maneuvering your way around, you planted a kiss atop Scaramouche’s head, fingers swimming through his hair.

“I really need to go now” you whispered, careful not to disturb the comfortable silence that lingers in the room. Love and fondness vivid in your tone. “Stay the night”. You heard him say, his gentle digits dancing around the small of your back, signaling that the man is now fully awake.

“Please”

Your heart skipped a beat. Your boyfriend, Scaramouche, said please. You never knew that he was capable of uttering such word. But of course, such things are fleeting. Not even a minute has passed when the lad takes back what he said, gently, but oh so fast separate his body from yours— as if he’s not clinging to you for dear life a moment ago.

“Hah. Kidding. Stand up now and move before your mother decides to forbid you from going out again.” he huffs. Sitting up in the edge of the bed, his back facing you.

Your heart tugged a little. You know how he really feels. Sometimes his loneliness just became unbearable that he ended up reaching out to you, but then he’s scared of rejection that he rebutted the idea even before  your response.

You kneeled behind the darkhaired lad, taking him in the midst of your arms, hugging him from behind.

“Nah. It’s too late now. I can’t walk home alone” you breathed, and you feel his cheeks burn up.

“Fool. Of course, I’ll take you home”

“But I wanna stay” you peppered his neck with light kisses, and you feel his palms touching your arms, his demeanor softens a little as he rests against your touch. Because for real, rest only happens if you’re around.

“Fine, if you insist.”

You laughed at his words, tugging him so you can go back to bed. Your mom will understand.

“You just love me.”

“Shut up.

Xiao

The sunset peeks through he shades of leaves on the tree you’re currently sitting under. Your lover resting on your lap as you play with his hair, lean fingers soothing his whole body, almost lulling him to sleep.

“Love, I need to go.” You noticed how he stiffens a little, but there’s no verbal response as he keeps his eyes closed, indulging on your presence and touches.

“It’s getting dark” you’re face, adorned by the most gentle smile you could ever muster, contorts in amusement as the adeptus remains unbothered by your words. “I have to go home now”. The man stays still, trying, and vividly failing to fake his slumber.

With the response you’ve been wanting still nowhere to be found, you decided to call out his name, eager to gain any sort of response from the yaksha. “Adeptus Xiao”, you heard him grunt, and a fit of cute giggle escaped your lips. With his eyes still closed, he murmured a silent “(y/n), I’m trying to sleep”, and you tug at his hair playfully “And I’m trying to go home”

Another minute of silence before he speaks again, pointing out that it’s dangerous to go out since it’s already late so he’ll bring you home first thing tomorrow. You know what he wants— for you to stay the night, spend another couple of hours with him, feel your skin on his. It’s only when he’s with his debt isn’t as painful as it should be. Somehow— and he didn’t know how, don’t ask him, but when you’re around, everything is just bearable.

The lad opened his golden orbs, meeting yours, and you forgot all about the sunset because you’re now looking at the sun itself. He reaches out to your cheeks lovingly, saying the words he’s so reluctant to voice out, “(y/n), I want to rest tonight”.

If he could hear the beat of your heart you swear he’d be deaf. Xiao looks so ethereal and beautiful under you gaze, the back of his fingers moving across your cheeks as his innocent eyes begs for you to grant his desire. Your chest heaved at the fact that he wants you to stay for him to be able to rest.

You’re his rest.

You placed a kiss atop his forehead, urging him to go back to his long-forgotten slumber.

“Fine, I’ll be here when you wake up” you took his fingers in yours and hummed him a lullaby as he closes his eyes once again.

Kaedehara Kazuha

“I have to go, Kazu.”

“No”

“Kazuha”

“No”

“Kaedehara Kazuha”

“No.”

An exasperated sigh found its way out of your lips as Kazuha’s hug gets tighter. You can try and free yourself, but we all know it would be futile. His body caging yours as you sit, his head in the crook of your neck and arms securing your waist. This is a rare occurrence when it comes to the samurai. Usually, he’s calm and collected. Logic and you always coming first in his priority list instead of his own desires, but that’s never the case when he’s come home after a very long journey from who knows where.

The lad missed you so much he practically clung onto you the moment you met, earning a laugh and teasing from Beidou and the other crews.

“It’s been forever and now you want to leave me” he murmured against your neck and it tickles your skin, well, it’s not like he’s the only one who have missed someone. “I’m not leaving you, Kazu. I’ll be back by tomorrow. Promise” you fingers reach out for his hair and he hummed in the touch. Nah, he really can’t let go of you right now.

“No”

“I’ll give you lots of kisses if you let me go now.”

The offer seems like struck something on him and he contemplated a little before letting out another firm no with a shake of his head.

Accepting defeat, you maneuvered your body to face him and noticed how overjoyed he is as he hugged you tighter and whispers tons and tons of I miss yous and I love yous onto your ears.

It doesn’t take too long before your lover speaks innocently, “So, do I still get the kisses?”

Venti

“Venti…”

“Oh! Here’s another one…”

You watched as your boyfriend proceeds to sing another ballad for you, his voice sweet and tempting as he professed his feelings through music.

It would be lovely, really. In fact there’s nothing else you love as much as his songs and poems and proses, but the things is— if you’ve counted correctly, this one would be the 54th piece you’ve heard from the bard ever since you announced that you need to go home.

You heard him finished and you took the chance to speak before he starts another piece. “I know what you’re doing” you started, and he pouts. “Awee, you don’t like my songs Windblume?” he feigns hurt, but you’ve known him long enough to counter his playful antics.

“No, I love your every works, and voice, and anything, but Love, I really need to go” You reach out for his palms, earning to trace your love on the markings.

“And I can’t make you stay.” You heard him say as you play with his hands, eyes scrutinizing his features. Unusual blue present in his tender orbs. It’s a phrase rather than a question, as if accepting the fact that you will not concede.

“I’m sorry for taking too much of your time, can I walk you home now?”

Your heart tugged at his smile. It’s not his smile. Oh archons, you’ve known him long enough to counter his playful antics— but not this. As many times you’ve seen him breakdown and mourn, you heart still can’t handle the sight of a broken Venti.

“Unfair, you’re doing me dirty.”

You move towards him and placed your head on his chest, your arms on his middle as you speak. “You know how make me succumb to your wishes.”

He let out a quiet laugh, reciprocating your hug.

“No, I’m sorry. I just want to be with you longer.”

“Do you still want me to stay?”

“Always”

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🎀⑅*˖•. ·Thinkin of him...(Kazuha x oc)*˖•. · ⑅🎀

just some self shipping fun. A certain Moon Maiden has a silly lil crush QwQ

here's also a separate image of Kazuha's head cause I like how it looked QwQ