#kazuha scenarios

[reikissu]

❥･• kaedehara kazuha and wanderer dating hcs.

a/n: might be ooc, i’ll try my best to edit it and make it more accurate to their character huhu

ꔛ genre: fluff, romance

ꔛ reader: gender neutral

ꔛ warnings: corny stuff, cursing

my, you're a lucky one to be the paramour of kaedehara kazuha.. because life is about to change.

he's swift as the wind, with just his way of words and voice.. he can make you turn flustered in a matter of minutes.

with just a call, you feel as if you're on cloud 9.

"dearest, may you come here?" "huh? uh sure...! (⌯❛௦❛⌯)" then he asks why your cheeks are red HAHA

his petnames for you are like a sweet flavor to his tongue, calling you out by using his petnames makes him feel warm.

he calls you dearest, dear and love. they vary in different days when he chooses one.

his love language is definitely gifts and physical touch, he loves writing poems and giving it to you, since you are his inspiration of the poems he gives to you.

and they turn out to be so romantic that you start giggling while reading it, after all.. it is all about you and he wrote it full-heartedly.

everytime it’s autumn, he would bring you to a cliff where the trees are in view, sitting next to you as you both behold the sight of the maple leaves flowing along with the wind.

he would take one leaf and put it behind your ear as an accessory, "you look beautiful, my love." he says as he gives a soft smile. 🤭

as i also mentioned, his other love language is physical touch. he likes to feel your soft skin against his, he'll kiss you, hug you, hold your hand.. anything that’s comfortable with you.

on certain occasions he would hold your hand, whenever you both are alone of course.. wouldn’t want anyone prying on your moments with kazuha, no?

he would share his experiences when he traveled with beidou or by himself, it would always have interesting events happening in them. so it’s very entertaining to listen to.

HE DEF KNOWS HOW TO SEW, because i hc that when tomo had rips on his clothes, kazuha would fix them. so kazuha would gift you handmade clothes, handkerchiefs, scarfs… you name it, and it will always be in your favorite color. “Ah, shit! My sleeve ripped!” “Mm? Oh, give me the top you’re currently wearing tomorrow, i will fix it.” “You know how to sew?” “Yes, my dear.” “Aw, thank you..” “You’re welcome :)”

sometimes when you both are in the mood to hangout on the ship, Captain Beidou always teases you both “Hey, hey.. no one told me the lovebirds would board the ship!” “Captain beidou…” you and the other crew mates just laugh it off.

you and Beidou would talk about Kazuha and tell stories, and she had one piece of advice for you. “Just come to me if Kazuha hurts you or did something wrong, i’ll teach that kid a lesson.” “Is that a threat, captain?” you laugh, kazuha mutters under his breath, leaning on the wall of the ship "Why would i ever do that to them.."

all jokes aside, having kazuha in your life is a blessing from the gods that you can never thank them enough for.

at first, wanderer wasn’t the sweetest boyfriend. But after learning about relationships and love.. he started showing how much he loves you.

after he regained his memories, he was back to his old, sassy and arrogant self. But that didn’t stop him from being soft around you.

in public, he’s the biggest asshole you’ll ever meet istg, but when alone with you, he just suddenly melts into your touch.

he’d let you play with his hair, cuddle with him or more. you’re one of the people he trusts and loves, so he doesn’t mind it. he likes being pampered and pampering you.

he doesn’t have a petname for you, he just calls you by your name. but if he’s feeling nice enough, he’ll call you babe.

“Babe, can you-“ “Huh? What did you call me? 🤩” “..Babe. Are you deaf?” “OH MY GOSH 🥹” then he’d just stare at you like “what’s so shocking about that?” HAHAHAHAHA

his love language would mainly be physical touch, but in my opinion his love languages would be all, depending on his mood.

he would make fun of you sometimes, if you trip he’d definitely laugh his ass off but will help you stand up, if you accidentally say something that is SO stupid he’ll literally never shut up about it.

he would try food or things that you like, so he’d understand your preferences. But if you like sweets, he’d have a hard time with it. he’d spend an hour just trying to swallow it, he hates it.

“What’s wrong? Do you not like dango?” “….No. I like dango.” (He’s about to puke.)

wanderer wasn’t very good at showing his love through physical touch, but he would give you soft yet quick kisses, it’s like cotton grazing on your lips. after a while, he would be able to kiss you more confidently without any hesitation in private.

he is slightly showy in public, just subtle hand and waist holding as you two walk through sumeru, eat somewhere, or do any activities outside. like stargazing, watching a play etc.

whenever he would see you eyeing something you want, he would click his tongue and say “Tsk, buy it yourself.” then later night he’s holding a bag with the item/food you wanted earlier… “Hm? Isn’t that the food/thing i wanted?” “…Yeah.” “I thought you told me to buy it myself?” “Shut up, i changed my mind.” (he will get absolutely pissed off and flustered if you tease him about it 😭)

he would help you in any way he can, cooking, laundry, blahblahblah. just anything, so he could take the weight off your shoulders. you’re a hardworking person in his eyes, and he admires that, and he’s willing to be one with you.

he would surprisingly like cuddling, but not the one with those type of cuddling where it turns into some steamy stuff. i have a gut feeling he would love chill and tender moments with you, like talking about past experiences and laughing together, watching a movie together, etc. he loves seeing you smile and laugh, it makes him feel warm inside.

would kill for you, if anyone tries to harm you, they’ll be buried 6 feet under for that. even though he acts hard to get, he loves and cares for you a lot. he does not give a single shit if you’re bigger and taller than him, he knows he’s capable of protecting you.

overall, his life with you is the happiest one he has ever had. wanderer loves you with all his heart.

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[yoimix]

genshin men + first kiss ★ pt. 2

ft. kazuha, xiao, scaramouche

✽ kazuha’s gaze lingers over your lips long enough for anybody else to get the hint—anybody but you, of course. but how could you? when you’re unable to stay still, even under the warm beach sun, as soon as he smiles at you. seasickness has never haunted you as much as lovesickness has. yes, you want to hold him and yes, you can’t return his gaze for longer than two seconds. love is hard for travelers without destinations. and love is hard for you, who can’t see beyond his words, at the gaping meaning: i like you. in more ways than one. you were never a poet to begin with. so you cast aside these feelings overboard and into the sea, leaving kazuha sighing more often than beidou has patience for. and that means, she’s decided to leave the two of you stranded on an island off the coast of liyue (‘an easy little comission’, she dubs) till you can figure your feelings out, or get eaten by mitachurls. tough love makes the crux go around.

“i’ve cleared the camps on the right,” kazuha notifies, sheathing his sword.

“i-i’ve done my part on the left,” you respond right away, taking a gulp of air.

under the light breeze of summer, you’re tugged even more towards the man at the base of the rock you sit upon.

“woah, careful!” he exclaims, holding you right in time before you trip off the rock and onto the sand.

“th-thanks,” you mutter. 

and even under the light breeze of summer, the air is heavy with your repressed emotions. you can thank kazuha’s steady hand on your back for catalyzing the flow of blood to your face.

“will you... let go?” you look away quickly, retracting your hand.

“oh! i’m sorry.” he quickly removes his hand from your body and you almost regret it. there must be better ways to rid of this awkwardness. you’ve been friends for far too long to experience it, and it’s only started intruding after you realized your feelings.

the sound of waves crashing against the beach laces his sigh.

“(name), i’m not quite sure how much longer i can keep at this.”

“huh? what do you mean?”

“i have professed my love, have i not?”

“you-...you’ve what now?”

kazuha furrows his brows before a short, melodic laughs leaves his lips. it eases your heart the way same as the waves do. you look at him in anticipation, the bubbles in your stomach contained as they wait for a moment to pop.

“ah,” he sighs, still smiling, “i don’t know if this is the right time then.”

“what, standing in between two hilichurl camps?”

“yes, there’s that. but the view of the sea is still grand, wouldn’t you say so?”

kazuha has his autumn eyes on you, unwavering till they fixate on your lips. no sea song remains on his, no poem, no cryptic words of affection—only their feather touch against yours and sigh so soft it can’t be heard over the ocean.

you gasp, the sensation only a moment long and he pulls away.

“sorry,” he chuckles. “you looked beautiful. i couldn’t possibly describe it in sea melodies any longer—“

“please shut up and kiss me again,” you huff, blood rushing to your ears. “i can’t stand a single word of yours, not when i can’t ever get what you mean.”

kazuha blinks at your interruption, before covering his mouth with his palm to keep himself from laughing. before you can feel dismayed, he takes a step closer and you, one back against the rock.

he smiles, his palm against your cheek and your heart in your throat before you can protest. you did request it.

“if it is meaning you want, i shall give you plenty.” 

and with that, his oh-so-precious lips are on yours again.

✽ xiao isn’t too familiar with the mundane customs of human life, most of human behavior bizarre to him. what’s most bizarre, however, is how often you ask to kiss him. he turns it down, the thought outrageous, even though he himself pledged his heart and soul to you. he can call you his lover in private, when the word is just a whisper leaving his lips to grace only your ears. unfortunately, it will take time for him to understand the gesture of pressing his lips to yours, no matter how soft they look. and though cheeky in your attempts to sneak in kisses, you wait patiently for him to warm up to the idea. but it is rather exhausting, and combined with your busy work schedule for the week, you find yourself dozing off on xiao’s shoulder in your little liyue bedroom with not a single kiss stolen. you were too tired to tease him today. 

“is this truly comfortable?” xiao asks quietly. “you’re so strange, (name).”

you grumble, snuggling closer to him to wrap your arms around him. while innocent, xiao did not expect you to pull him into bed with you. he holds his breath as you get comfortable, your arm dangling over his waist lazily and your cheek resting against his shoulder. he peers down, the sight of you so relaxed making him release his breath in a softened sigh.

well, what does he know? it must be comfortable even if it’s him you’re clinging to—with his curses and blemishes, his blood-soaked clothes and war-stained hands. you caress his skin without a care, and wherever you draw your touch, it’s like you purify him bit by bit. 

“you’re so bright,” he mumbles.

when he looks back at you, you’re blissfully asleep. he reaches for the pillow near the edge, placing it below your head while he carefully removes his arm.  oh, how he swore he wouldn’t fall in love.

bending down, he brushes his lips against your forehead. this is the gesture, is it not? he’s seen people in love do it. it’s endearing how peaceful you can be when you sleep, while also getting on every single nerve of his awake. 

“good night, (name),” he whispers.

before he can fully rise, however, you peck his lips, the action effectively stunning him into paralysis.

“gotcha!”

you grin, though sleepy. when he doesn’t move, however, you grow worried.

“xiao? sorry if that was sudden. i didn’t mean to—hmpf!”

his lips are pressed against yours with much more pressure than you anticipated and it takes a while to ease into the kiss. he sighs when he pulls back, face glowing crimson under the faint moonlight.

“so... does that mean you liked it?”

“…no.”

✽ scaramouche is stiff and awkward with you around. it would be practically impossible to tell apart his feelings if you weren’t so good at reading them. you encourage him with little nudges and smiles, enough to elicit an eye roll or a riled up complaint. you do enjoy seeing him that way but you often wish you could see him a tad gentler. after all, you do believe there is something gentle at the core of the storm that plagues him. despite his constant threats and warnings, his gaze often flickers to your lips till he’s annoyed himself with the idea of them. you’re sure you can call each other friends now, even though he’s nothing but prickly. but you have faith in his engineered heart, a heart working beyond its creator’s understanding, a magnum opus. and nothing will ever come so close to his heart as you do, even if he can’t admit it. emotions are weaknesses and you, his biggest flaw.

“don’t be stupid,” scaramouche snarls. “it’s a suicide mission for the likes of you.”

“ah. are you afraid you’ll lose me?” you giggle. the rest of the fatui do admire how calm you can be around him. you just think it requires a bit of patience, patience you’re willing to give to him.

“you’re disgusting,” he huffs. “stop assuming things and—”

“you want to kiss me so bad, it makes you look stupid.” a teasing grin has plastered itself onto your face, so insufferable you’re sure he’ll tear you apart any moment.

there’s a moment of silence, the fallen snow a quiet audience and you think you’ve finally done it. you’ve short circuited the puppet’s wiring and he can finally be better off without it.

“oh dear, have i finally shut you—“

you feel lips against yours, and an arm around your waist with a hand supporting the back of your neck. this was the last thing you expected, your heart firing up rapidly till you can return the kiss.

he pulls away, unable to meet your eyes. you can see, however, how red his skin is all the way down to his neck.

“you’re beautiful,” you say, a soft smile playing on your lips.

he returns a glare. “why do you say that?”

“your feelings are beautiful.”

he breathes in sharply, clearly annoyed. “i fucking hate you.”

“i don’t mind. i like how you express your feelings. it’s very human.”

“how dare you?” he hisses, “you know the truth, and yet you still call them beautiful? the very reason i was discarded?”

“yes,” you whisper, stepping in even closer. “weaknesses are what make people strive to be stronger. you’re more human than you realize.”

“you’re pissing me off,” he seethes, grabbing you by the shoulders. “stop calling me human.”

“it’s no so bad,” you hum. “for example… isn’t this feeling quite nice?”

you lean forward and place your mouth over his, the gesture immediately relaxing his muscles. he will never admit it, but you hold him in a grasp tighter than he shows.

when you pull back again, there is a kind of sorrow in his eyes, sorrow not humanly possible to describe.

“will you stay with me, then?” his tone is finally gentle. “or will you abandon me like the rest?”

“only death will keep me from you, my dear,” you giggle.

“then teyvat will burn before i let you die.”

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[honeykaes]

heart's loyalty

pairing: kazuha x femme!reader II 2.7k

warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact, heavy angst, use of she/her pronouns and descriptions of afab!reader, based on feudal japan, arranged-marriage with scaramouche, reader is a foreigner, exhibitionism, public sex, praising, body-worship, fingering, creampie, character death, cheater!reader, can be read as yandere!scaramouche, unedited

synopsis: kazuha never thought that when he was assigned to protect daimyo kunikuzuishi’s wife his loyalty would shift from the shogun to you and when you asked to run away with him, he couldn’t deny you.

Early fall was one of Kazuha’s favorite times of the year. The heat from the summer was beginning to drift away as leaves would slowly float down from his favorite maple trees. He loved the garden in the small manor of the daimyo’s wife as it captured his favorite scene perfectly.

As he turned the corner of the manor, he saw your form. You were sitting on a large rock next to the tall maple tree, giving you shade. A solemn gaze had taken up your face as maple leafs slowly drifted down around you. You revealed your hands from the sleeves of your ornate yukata, picking at a small loaf of bread you threw a yard away towards the koi pond.

His autumn-tinted eyes softened, heart warming at the side of seeing you, yet a small sadness clawed at his heart seeing you so depressed. He couldn’t fault your emotions as if he was trapped in a loveless marriage, he couldn’t smile all the time either.

You were a foreigner picked to be the wife of Daimyo Kunikuzushi by the Shogunate, Raiden Ei. She wanted access to your country's military and weaponry that came from the West as a deterrent from anyone who sought to challenge her power. Therefore, you became a sacrificial pawn to a game of chess you had no means of playing, let alone winning.

He remembered the night you first came to the estate as he walked the quiet halls before hearing your sobs coming from the other side of the sliding door. He was merely randomly assigned to be your personal guard by the daimyo for his skills in sword fighting but his lack of heart to actually fight in conflicts unless necessary. 

When he slid the door open, seeing your shocked and tearful face turn in shock that night, he struggled to come up with the words to even greet your depressed form, not knowing what he could say to stop you from crying. He merely walked up and bowed, getting to his knees and lifted his head down, vowing both to you and to his heart to try to give you a better experience of the many years you had awaiting in the country of Inazuma.

As Kazuha walked closer to your form in the garden, your eyes flickered to him—light returning in your dull gaze. He sat besides you on the rock, looking up at the rings of light that managed to escape the maple leaves before placing his pale, calloused hand on yours and weaving his fingers.

A bond between the wife of the daimyo and the samurai guarded to protect her happened gradually but remained strong, leaving both of them longing to be with one another openly. But, when daimyo Kunikuzushi left to return to his larger mansion or to visit the Shogun, it was him that got to warm your bed every night, joined together in a secret but passionate union.

Kazuha was thankful that hardly any workers were at this estate before a small number. Here, they were free to pretend they were together. 

But it was only pretend; a reminder Kazuha so sadly acknowledged whenever the Daimyo would return to break that fantasy.

Kazuha felt you squeeze his hand tighter as he turned his head to your form. You stared out to the koi pond, watching the fish swim in circles in the small patch.

“My bird…you know the one I have in my room right?” you asked in a low voice. Kazuha nodded as you sighed, throwing another small chunk of bread to the pond. 

“..I let it fly free from its cage. When I went to feed it today, it was looking out to the sky. How could I not? A bird isn’t meant for a golden cage” you mumbled. You loved that bird with every fiber of your being, Kazuha knew letting go was harder for you than you let on. Kazuha lifted his intertwined hands with yours to his mouth, offering a tender kiss on the back of your hand.

“...I’d go with you in case you decide to follow that bird and leave your cage,” Kazuha replied. You briefly smile before lips curling downwards into a frown, throwing the remainder of the bread in the pond.

“No, you couldn’t Kazuha. Your loyalty was pledged to Shogunate Ei and Daimyo Kunikuzushi. You’d end up getting killed for treason if you decided to escape with you,” you whispered. Kazuha let his hand go from yours, bringing it up to caress your cheek. His thumb brushed against the skin, feeling the warmth from your cheeks.

“I am only loyal to those in my heart,” he murmured, closing the gap between you as his lips graciously captured your own. Your bodies eventually got closer as the samurai's hand refused to part from your cheek. You whispered out his name, wrapped your hands around his neck to kiss him deeper.

You gasped feeling his hips buck and grind at your thigh, parting his lips with heavy breaths.

“We can’t do this here…in the garden. Someone could see—” Kazuha briefly silenced you with his lips before leaning out, trailing his lips along your neck.

“I dismissed everyone to go to their courtier. Only you and me remain in this garden,” he whispered, nipping at your earlobe. You softly chuckled before leaning in to kiss the samurai once more as his hands began to paw at your clothed thighs. His hands snuck past the fabric of your yukata and their hadajuban, cupping their cunt eliciting a breathless sigh from you. His lips continued pecking along your neck, so delicate and quick as if a butterfly was landing on them.

Kazuha finger brushed against your clit as jolts of pleasure wavered throughout your body. You ground your core against his hand, desperate to get more friction from the pad of his thumb. He pressed against the bundle of nerves, offering quick circles to it. You whined once more, shifting from his touch.

“Always so lovely and soft for me, my lady,” he murmured, voice muffled as he pressed his mouth against your nape. Your arousal was beginning to drool out of your hole, coating his finger that was toying with your clit with the essence. As his ministrations went faster, two fingers prodded at your entrances—teetering back and forth—before finally allowing them to sink into your cunt. 

As you moaned out his name, you quickly covered your mouth, muffling the soft moans Kazuha so desperately wanted to hear from you. Your walls fluttered against his fingers slowly plunging themselves deeper inside of you. He soon curled them up as he pumped them, your body jolting as he finally found what he was looking for.

Your walls clamped down pulsating against his fingers curling and moving themselves inside of you to massage that spot. Your hips gyrated and grinded, nub from your clit beginning to slightly burn in pleasure.

“That’s right, my dove. Just let yourself fall into the pleasure,” he whispered deep in your ear as his free hand made way to your clothed breast. He gave it a squeeze, moaning lowly himself as if he could perfectly visualize the pair out as he did before. He shifted in his seat, rubbing his thighs together as his cock pressed firmly against the thin fabric of his fundoshi.

His tongue darted from his lips, planting a long stride against your neck, tasting the salty sweet mixture of your sweat and lotions on the skin. His mouth settled against your ear, his hot breath causing goosebumps to sprout throughout your body.

“Please don’t deprive me of your beautiful voice, dove. I need to hear how I am making you feel,” he moaned, lifting his hand away from your breast to the hand covering your mouth. As he gently moved it away, the corners of his lips curled in delight hearing the soft groans elicited from his fingering continuously pumping themselves inside of you.

“Kazuha..ha! I’m gonna…please! I’m gonna…!” you moaned out, voice beginning to rise in tone from Kazuha’s pace increasing. He quickly leaned forward, capturing your lips once more as you finally reached your high shivering in his touch, hips grinded against his hand.

As he leaned away, Kazuha’s gaze was half-lidded and darkened in lust. Both of your lips are glossy with a translucent string of saliva connected to the pair. His gaze softened once more, admiring your afterglow of your climax.

“You make me feel so drunk as if I was a fool. How easy you tempt me, my dove…” he whispered, sliding his fingers out of your cunt as you whined. His hands snaked through the fabrics once more, revealing the coated digits.

“Perhaps, I should have waited to have you in your chambers. You always taste so divine,” he hummed to himself, pressing his fingers against his mouth. His tongue curled around his fingers coated in your slick, cleaning them before rubbing the excess saliva against his yukata.

“As sweet as always but alas, I don’t think I can wait anymore,” Kazuha groaned. You soon found yourself up on your feet, pinned against the base of the tree as Kazuha’s eyes drank in your disheveled form. 

Kazuha quickly disrobed, pulling his trousers and fundoshi off and exposing his cock against the cool early fall breeze. His haori decorated in maple leaves fell along the gravel of the garden as well, leaving him completely bare as his cock lulled against his toned, pale lower stomach.

He tenderly wrapped his hand around his length before letting out a breath sigh, slowly jerking it as his cock pulsated in his grasp. His base soon shined in precum, now coated on his head that budded from his flushed tip. Kazuha’s gaze rises to yours curling his lips into an amused, and slightly mischievous smile, witnessing your eyes avoiding to look down at his length.

“This isn’t the first time I've had you like this. There’s no need to be embarrassed, although you are rarely cute like this, my dove,” he murmured, pressing a chaste kiss against your cheek. You gnaw on your bottom lip, feeling his heavy cock rest against your thigh.

“I-I know that! But we’re outside…,” you whined. Kazuha chuckled, kissing the other side of your cheek.

“Just as our ancestors before us and the animals that roam along these vary lands. There’s no need to be embarrassed, I promise it is just us here and no watchful eyes except my own,” he reassured. You shyly nod as Kazuha’s hand made its way to loosen the obi and grabbed onto the fabric of your kimono, revealing your breasts to him.

He leaned in once more, pressing a kiss against the valley of your breasts before lifting your leg to his hip, exposing your drooling cunt to his gaze. The tip of his cock nudged against your sensitive clit as you whined once more, gliding along your slit as he struggled to find your entrance. With a soft grunt, he finally finds it allowing him to finally sink into your warmth. His pace was slow and deliberate, grinding his pelvis against your entrance.  

You moaning out his name was his favorite melody as you wrapped your arms around his neck, allowing him to plunge deeper inside of you. The soft noises of nature around you were eventually drowned out by the snapping noises of skin coming to contact with one another and your breathless sighs of pleasure. 

It was overwhelming, feeling your walls desperate to pull him in deeper and fluttered against his sensitive cock. His other hand found it way to your covered ass, squeezing it tightly to push your bodies closer to one another.

“I always find myself spellbound and so captivated by your ethereal form…forgive me for losing myself, my dove,” he moaned, pressing his face against your nape. His pace soon grew faster.

“I will always be yours, no matter what,” Kazuha grunted, strokes becoming faster. Your body bounced at his relentless pace as weaker branches begin to shake and tremble from his pace. Kazuha’s blunt nails dug into the plush skin of your thighs futility trying to sink deeper inside of you, muffled whimpers of your name escaping from his lips. Snapping his eyes shut, Kazuha reached his peak as thick ropes of cum shot inside of you. His hips bucked—weakly thrusting—as he slowly came down, leaving a kiss on the nape of your neck.

“Ah…how could I let myself become undone before you…” he softly chuckled, lifting his hand away from the globe of your ass to toy with your throbbing clit to cease your whines. You squirmed in his grip, grinded against his cock still nestled deep inside of you plugging the cum that was threatening to leak out. He grinded his hips, feeling your walls slowly caved down, pressing tighter circles against your clit

“That’s it…you’re almost there…just a little more dove,” Kazuha hummed, flicking your overstimulated clit rapidly. Your back arched, leg shivering in pleasure as you finally reached your high. Kazuha peppered kisses against your nape.

“There you go…such a good, little dove,” he cooed. 

“Kadehara.”

Your eyes softened as you placed your hands against his flushed cheeks.

“Kaedehara Kazuha.”

Kazuha snapped his eyes open, looking down at the gravel—the pain of the rocks pressed against his legs kneeling down. His eyes felt heavy, skin much sweeter than usual as a pure white kimono clung onto him uncomfortably. When he went to move his arms, the tight rope burned against his wrist as they stayed in place bound behind him.

He finally leaned his head up, observing his surroundings. Familiar faces of his comrades were sat around a courtyard, varying faces of disgust, disappointment and anger on their faces.

“...You will be executed for treason against the Shogun,” a woman called out, with a decree in her hands. There his name was, written in kanji, penned by the all-powerful Raiden Ei,

“Ah.. that was right,” Kazuha slowly whispered to himself. He buried himself in a dream to forget the nightmare that was his reality.

He remembered that day, as your bodies were still joined together, you gently clasped his face and pleaded that you needed to run away, to be with him and happy. Just as he pledged before, Kazuha happily complied, cleaning the two of you before packing a small rations and cash to get on the next boat leaving Liyue.

He thought, together, they could make it. He was skilled enough to fight off against ronin or his old comrades.

What he didn’t expect was the skilled power Daimyo Kunikuzushi had. Kazuha knew him to always have others do his dirty work. It only took a half a day for him to find you two with ten men at his side. The servants must have reported the pair or he arrived at your manor earlier than you thought—you weren’t sure how and why he was able to know where you two were headed.

Pinned down against six samurai, all Kazuha could do was reach out to your crying and screaming form, desperately reaching out for his hand. It was as if the world had slowed watching your form slowly disappear from his sight as he was rushed to be arrested.

He knew you would be physically alright, but you’d be put into a smaller cage and under a more watchful eye by the Daimyo.

Him, however…

Kazuha’s eyes drifted up, feeling the weight of a hateful gaze glare down at him. Kunikuzushi stood behind him, a katana by his side.

One man he knew to be Heizou, solemnly got up from his seated position, walking over and behind him, covering Kazuha’s eyes with a white cloth. Kazuha sensed Heizou left to return back to his position—the samurai’s eyes waiting in hesitant anticipation for his death.

Hearing a katana unsheathe from its hilt, the corners of Kazuha’s mouth lifted into a smile before closing his eyes. His mind conjured your image once more; how he wished he could see your smiling face one more time. He’d sadly have to leave you lonely for now.

“Do you have any last words,” Daimyo Kunikuzushi seethed out. Kazuha could feel the twisted smile on the daimyo’s face, relishing that he was about to die by his hand.

”I followed her to this life and I will follow her to the next.”

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[t4rt4gl14]

IM GETTING EXCITED JUST THINKING ABT DRUNK KAZUHA SMUT YES ITS A GOOD IDEA 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾

⌜⌳⌝ — 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞; 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐞~

-> 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : kaedehara kazuha !!

⑄ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : mndi. dark content ahead. fem!reader + mentions of alcohol and alcohol consumption + deepthroating ( receiving )+ railing ( receiving )+ overstimulation + dom!kazuha + drunk!kazuha + cumflation + markings/hickeys + spanking + teasing + edging + facefucking ( receiving) + fingering ( look it’s just one of my great masterpieces )

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 : y’all THIS MIGHT BE FAVOURITE FIC THOOO 🤩🤩 cuz i had to write for drunk kazuha from the GAA event <333

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 634

you’d wondered where kazuha pondered off to the entire day, you wanted to ask him how he makes an amazing dish so you went looking for him, only to stumble across a winery with a certain bard, you ran over to him, attempting to tap on his shoulder to wake him up but found no avail, “kazuha. k-kazuha?? uhh is he alright?”, venti then explains how he’s incredibly drunk 🙂. but then suddenly kazuha shoots up from his seat and wobbles from side to side; reaching out to hug you, “h-hheehee my pretty y-y/n *hic* i m-missed you so-ahh- s-so much *hic*”, it was clear he needed to go home and rest so you bid your farewells to venti and left.

[ N$FW BELOW !! ]

when you finally made it home whilst dragging kazuha along, you take him up to your shared bedroom and rid him of his clothes into something more light. you got up to get him a cup of water but was inevitably dragged back to the bed and in the sheets. kazuha began kissing you all over, peppering your face in light smooches and nibbling on your ears n neck, his soft palm slowly moving down your body and onto your crotch, just to rub and grind on your clothed sex. “k-kazuha you’re literally drunk i need to-“, you were interrupted with a deep kiss before parting with a string of saliva which soon broke. “shh savour the moment, enjoy it, wanna feel good with you.”

“mmm touch me down there please~ mmn want you to suck my cock, pretty please hhehehe”, you were surprised since he was usually never this direct but then again, he is still drunk 😒. despite being drunk he was incredibly sensitive, just one kitten lick on the tip and he was already leaking pre-cum. you wanted to take it slow but clearly kazuha had other plans so his fingers found his way to your soft hair and shoved your head however he pleased, using your bare throat as a fleshlight since he ravishes in the contractions of your mouth, how you slap his thigh because he’s a bit too rough, how you gag and groan, fuck he just wants to empty his balls right in your mouth..and then again and again n again. againagaingain.

“cumming!~ ♡♡nmgh!~ anghh ♡ohh mm! that’s right take it all♡, mm~”, you can barely catch break, when you swallow his seed, he flips you on your stomach, and with a spank he commands you, “lift your hips f’me”, and once you obeyed you were rewarded with praise. his fingers move to your hole, your pussy practically calling his name and begging for him to ravage you, ugh he just wants to rail you into the mattress, make you moan his name and grip the sheets so hard they might rip. despite being so close to cumming, he always slows down and giggles, “ehh? hehe were you gonna cum?? mmhehe not until i say so”, he holds your hips in a bruising grip and you really think you might lose it if you don’t cum.

but thankfully at that moment, kazuha shoved his length in, it may not be long but fuck it’s so thick. “‘mmm i’m stretching that cunt out arent i? fuck- m’gonna fuck you s’much, can’t stop..don’t wanna stop”, he’s completely lost himself in you- his urge to breed and fill you up kicking harder than ever. leaning down to mark your neck once again, his hand sliding across your body to rub clit whilst he pounds you, all the while your knuckles turn white from the grip you have on the pillow, and your glossy eyes rolling back from the pleasure, unable to form sentences but only babble, “sensitive! too sensitive! anghhmm♡♡”,

— [ from the event ] “hnnhehe…more. moremoremoremoremoremoreeee; hehhee moreeee~ more please~~”

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆: @kxisuke @currysrealm @leathernourishingshoepolish @stygianoir

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[niiine]

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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[sakkiichi]

KISS IT OFF ME.

Ice cream always tasted better when it was from his lips.

Kaedehara Kazuha x gn! reader.

genre/cw: pure fluff, modern au, childhood friends to lovers.

word count: 1.8k.

Your first memory of him tastes of cool strawberries.

You were six, and through teary eyes, you first spotted him outlined against the afternoon sun, his hand extended to you.

You had fallen from your brand new bike, your knee scraped and bleeding.

“Are you okay?” A soft voice asks.

You sob loudly, sitting on the pavement, your bicycle toppled over by your side.

“Hey, it’s okay.” He says, offering you a hand.

You take it.

And when your cries die down, you’re convinced the boy before you is magical.

The softest eyes you’ve ever seen look back at you, rimmed by long lashes the color of starlight through clear clouds. His hair is like silken moonlight, a single vibrant red tuft sticking out, much like the setting sun behind him.

“Here,” the boy says, handing you a pink ice cream cone. “This will help you feel better.” He smiles, gently, closing your small hands around the cool cone.

You stare at him, enchanted, wondering who this boy that looks like an angel is and why do you feel so comforted next to him.

“My name is Kazuha, what’s your name?” He asks.

Through a mouthful of strawberry flavored sweetness, you introduce yourself.

“Then, I’m happy to know my new friend’s name, [Y/n].” The boy smiles again.

He seems to do that a lot. It’s nice. And you like the sound of your name when it comes from him.

While you hold your newly acquired ice cream, licking quickly to avoid it melting away, Kazuha picks up your bike, walking home beside you.

Under the stars that begin to illuminate the twilight sky, your friendship with your knight in shining armor is forged.

—

You are fifteen and nights are young and the summer seems endless.

A sea of city lights and distant stars hovers over you, as you sit on the rooftop.

Matching cookie ice cream cups in your hands, you and Kazuha share a comfortable quiet.

Silence with him always had that nature.

Taking the last spoonful, you lie down, over the baby blue blanket sprawled under you two.

You steal a glance in his direction, admiring the way the night breeze ruffles his hair and kisses his skin in ways you dream of every dawn.

He turns around, catching your gaze on him, pretty pink dusting his ears and cheeks.

“Is there anything on your mind?” Kazuha asks, clearing his throat.

You chuckle, his silhouette against a starry backdrop reflected in your eyes.

“Maybe…” You smile, taking his hand, tugging on it so he lies down with you.

“Mind telling me?” Your friend prompts, turning around to face you, his hand still in yours.

You hum, blinking against the starlight overhead.

“I hope that, ten years from now, we still have each other.” You utter, to him and the night.

Kazuha squeezes your hand, once to let you know he’s heard you, twice, his unspoken affirmation.

“We will.” He answers, with the constellations as witnesses of this unwritten pact. “That, I can promise.”

As the warm summer breeze wraps around you, your gaze helplessly orbits around Kazuha again.

Then, your sweet ice cream stained lips brush his cheek, a cool smudge in your wake, eliciting soft giggles from his lips, which you wish you could kiss instead.

“Thank you, Kazuha.” You breathe, closing your eyes, silver lined horizons announcing the approach of dawn.

—

Eighteen and you feel like you could stand on top of the world.

High school has finally ended and just in a few hours you’ll be taking your first steps into college.

Lady luck has smiled you this once, or perhaps it was fate, that landed you and your all-time friend Kazuha in the same college.

Friend.

That doesn’t even begin to cut it. There is no denying whatever’s going on between you two has gone past platonic for a while.

The last rays of the afternoon sun filter in through the windows of the apartment you’ll be sharing.

This moment, it reminds you of the day your path crossed Kazuha’s twelve years ago.

A small smile tugs at your lips at the memory, your eyes landing on Kazuha’s back as he carries a box with some of his belongings.

He is taller and stronger than back then, his hair considerably longer, tied back into a messy bun, droplets of sweat enticingly sliding down the back of his neck.

And yet, you still see the same kind angelic boy who rescued you with a strawberry ice cream in the scorching summer heat.

That gives you an idea.

With a fond smile, you head to the small kitchen, retrieving a tub of chocolate ice cream from the fridge.

“Kazuha,” you call him. “Why don’t we take a break? Here.” You show him the ice cream box, setting it on the cheap dining table.

“That certainly would be welcome, hummingbird.” He chuckles, wiping the sweat away from his brow with his forearm.

His white cotton t-shirt rides up his frame, exposing part of his recently inked maple themed tattoo.

You can’t deny the heat in your cheeks every time you see it, even though you were there with him when he got it.

“Say aaah.” You tease, offering Kazuha a spoonful of chilly chocolate.

His tempting lips take the spoon in his mouth, as his hand comes to rest over yours in the handle.

And all you can hear at that moment is your heartbeat loud in your ears.

The way he tucks his hair behind his ear with his free hand and the way his lashes flutter against his cheeks like flecks of moondust certainly are hypnotizing.

“Sweet.” Kazuha announces, once he’s swallowed the treat. “Your turn.” He prompts, burying the spoon in the cool sweet cream.

And yet, his eyes don’t leave yours.

And if you pay attention, they flit to your lips as the breeze outside ruffles the treetops, the sunlight filtering through them catching in the maple lakes reflected in Kazuha’s eyes.

And if you were aware of your own actions, you’d realize your gaze is magnetic on those lips that smile at you, that smiled at you all those years ago.

“Kazuha…” You manage, out of breath, your nose mere millimeters away from his.

He recites your name, his pupils blown in the molten sunsets of his gaze.

And then the collision of your mutual kiss makes your whole world stop spinning.

Kazuha’s hands cup your cheeks, his slightly calloused thumbs brushing against your skin, tracing patterns in verse, about the unrivaled love and care he holds for you, that he’s always held for you.

Your hands find themselves buried in his hair, gently tugging on the elastic holding it together, liquid stardust cascading over his shoulders.

The spoon clatters out of Kazuha’s grasp to the small table.

His lips are so sweet on yours, the chocolate flavor very much lingering, as you desperately, tentatively drink him in.

Kazuha and his smiles, his hugs, his poems and all the nights up by his side, every moment constellated and immortalized by the tender flames of innocent first love.

The sun sets, as the ice cream starts to melt and you keep kissing Kazuha for the first time.

Chocolate had never tasted so sweet.

—

Ten years have gone by since the promise he made on that summer night.

Your shift at work has just ended and you’re hurrying down the street, hoping you are not running too late or look too much like a mess.

Finally, the accorded ice cream parlor comes into view and there he stands.

Strands of hair seemingly weaved out of cottony clouds wisp around his face, some of them tied into a low side ponytail, the signature crimson strand almost glinting in the blue sky’s sun. One of his hands rests on his pants’ pocket, while the other waves at you, a new tattoo adorning his upper wrist now.

And as with the previous one, you were also there when he got it.

Doves. Because you were his.

You got maple leaves inked that time, on your wrist as well, they always reminded you of him.

Your gazes cross underneath the cerulean skies, and you quicken your steps.

“Kazuha!” You call, slightly out of breath. “Sorry, have you been waiting for long?”

Your boyfriend gives you a soft smile, tucking a rebel strand of hair away from your face.

His touch was always so gentle, since that day almost twenty years ago, when his outstretched hand pulled you up from the hard abrasive ground.

“Not at all.” Kazuha chuckles, hearth-like gaze dancing across your face. “I just got here, and no matter how long, I’ll always wait for you, my dove.” He utters, his forehead resting on yours, hands still lingering around your cheeks.

“You are too sweet, did you know that?” You whisper, inches apart.

He chuckles, that airy melodious sound you could never get tired of.

“Never as sweet as your presence.” He murmurs, his tender lips lingering on your temple.

As you gush over him, your cheeks ablaze, Kazuha’s hand finds yours; together, you head towards the ice cream shop, taking a sit on a secluded corner by the window.

Your matching vanilla ice creams arrive, yours, a cone, his, a cup.

“Do you still remember, Kazu?” You ask, tasting the sweet treat, refreshing you from the heat outside. “The first time we met?”

“Strawberry.” He answers, autumn eyes soft on yours. “I gave you strawberry ice cream.”

Your eyes widen, a bashful smile tugging at your lips.

“You still remember that detail?”

“I could never forget, even if I tried.” Kazuha’s free hand finds yours over the table, cool thumb from holding the ice cream tracing soothing circles over the back of your hand. “Cookies, the night we promised to stay together always.” A gentle squeeze. “Chocolate, our first kiss.” He brings your hand to his lips, the most tender kiss this world has seen landing on your skin, his warm gaze never once leaving yours.

You can feel your face heating up, droplets of vanilla sliding down the cookie cone.

You hurry up to salvage them before they can coat your fingers, perhaps as an excuse to compose yourself.

Then, tender fingers caress your jaw, slightly calloused.

“May I have a taste, my hummingbird?”

“Kazuha, you ordered the exact same flavor.”

“Not exactly the same.” He utters, leaning to kiss the ice cream off your lips.

And no matter what flavor you were having, none was as sweet as the feeling of those lips of his that often spoke in flowers, enveloping yours so tenderly. Kazuha’s kisses feel like fiery passion in soothing autumn waves, flakes of golden light overshadowing the world around you, making you forget about rainy stormy days.

You kiss him back, with as much fervor, a leaf desperately clinging to a tree branch on a late summer breeze.

Kazuha’s hand holding yours feels the stickiness of melted vanilla pooling on your fingers.

He hopes he can replace it by the ring safely tucked on his pocket very soon.

“Mine’s not as sweet.” Are your poet’s words when you two pull away, hands and gazes still linked.

And you can’t help but agree that ice cream did indeed always taste better with his lips on yours.

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[cupiohearts]

CUPID IS SO STUPID ?! - kazuha, albedo, kaeya, diluc, aether, alhaitham, childe.

there were a total of 7 people you've been ever loved before. all of them you loved for every word they've ever said. all of them have rejected your love and every word stung.

after 7 years they all got sent your letters. reading it and understanding the same feelings that you had. seeing how you saw them.

KAZUHA was your childhood friend when you were younger. someone who you knew well due to your parents. it was a dumb childish puppy love that no one took seriously not even him.

"kazuha!" you cheerfully exclaimed as soon as you went to daycare. he was at the front with his stuffed animal of a small white cat one that his older friend had given him.

immediately taking his hand inside of yours and holding onto it tight. your parents looked from afar as they saw clear signs their daughter was falling in love with someone. they were whispering amongst themselves about how long it would last till you latched onto someone else.

you paid no mind to this because how could you ever love someone else when kazuha is right there. happily talking to him about your weekends although he already knew since you spent the weekends at his place.

it's been 8 years from kindergarten and you were still friends with kazuha and no matter how hard you try. no matter how many hints were thrown his way he wouldnt pay you any mind. chalking it up to something similar to how a little sister views her older brother.

it was only in the middle of summer did you realize that your feelings would never be taken seriously.

that summer you were sitting on the field with your friends when you saw kazuha from far away. you watched as he talked to his friends and talked to the girls around him. a sting in your heart.

you watched as his expressions changed while talking to them. a face he's never shown you before, the face someone makes while talking to someone that makes them nervous.

he didnt see you as a friend, he saw you more like a sister.

.

.

.

kazuha was now in his late 20's. he wasnt strictly tied down to any work place but he was known to freelance around the crux's fleet.

a shop on the seaside that sold all kinds of goods from the ocean. often seen hanging inside the shop as somewhat of an exibit for people to see considering how pretty he is.

beidou came strolling inside, running her hand through her hair while holding a small letter in her hands. "its for you kazuha. havent opened it yet. its from someone with the intials yn." she says to him. placing the letter next to him where he was admiring the view.

"y.n? i dont think i recall knowing someone with intials like that" he muttered. taking his headphones off and rested it on his shoulders. grabbing the letter and gently opening it up.

a letter. a formally written one. not a typed up one that would be professionally made. the handwriting was hard to read but he could recognize the handwriting still.

'kazuha,

i really really really really really REALLY like you. :D i hope we can still be friends even if you dont like me back because i enjoy hanging out with you and youre my best friend in the whole world! - (y/n)' alongside doodles of stick figures holding hands with flowers and hearts.

theres something written near the bottom in a pen instead of crayon. this handwriting was different. one he doesnt recognize all too well. compared to roughness of the crayon and the letter. the words written with pen were gentle and a bit shaky.

'i just found this. if you ever recieve this letter please visit me someday. i would love to catch up and see how you are'

kazuha felt his heart race a bit. the corners of his mouth glide wider and he chuckles at the letter. "my childhood friend sent me a love letter from back when she was a kid. i wondered why she strayed so far away from me back then.. now i know" he says to beidou. showing her the letter in his hands.

a light blush on his face as he rereads the letter over and over again.

you had drifted apart from him when you two reached middle school. he assumed it was because you two were becoming teenagers and just matured. now he understands it was because you were in love. he supposed you were too shy back then to tell him your feelings.

oh how he wished he couldve told you how he felt.

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[koiir]

Stay

— If he had been with you, everything would be different.

Pairing - Kazuha x reader

Genre - angst without comfort

Cw - death of character, mentions of blood, not proofread inspired by the book, if he had been with me

Autumn became a season you and Kazuha looked forward to when you both were young, the leaves changing colors, the trees full of new color, soon to die because of the upcoming winter, it was a season that meant something to the two of you. Until now, now it was a dull season, the leaves dying past their time, reminding you of his time, before he soon was gone like the wind. His time past and overdue.

“Come catch me kazu!”

“I will, just like I always do.”

The two of you in your own world, playing with one another until the sun started to set. Him walking you home and then heading over to his which was right next door. A habit this became, leaving in the morning, and enjoying the autumn until it would become a winter. The leaves pilled together, jumping in and laughing together. The two of you always together no matter what.

What a lie that would soon become

Age thirteen was when Kazuha made it known to that he loved you, even though he always did, you now would know bye this one single act he did. A single kiss was all it took, sweet yet quick. He face flushed, awkward and uncertain of what he had done, not knowing what to do next.

“I want… I want to be with you [name], forever. I want us to hold hands like the people who I see on the streets. I… I want you to be mine.”

“Silly, I’m already yours! I’ll always be yours Kazu.”

Another small peck shared by you, and then the two of you hand in hand heading over to the place where you two called home.

Some would say this was puppy love, something that wasn’t going to last since you two were so young. But it wasn’t, because Kaedehara Kazuha was your first love, the one who understood you, the one who brought a new light into your life, the one who would stay by you side. You never saw a day without Kazuha, he was glued to you. Your parents knew of the so long friendship you two shared and soon they knew that one day, you would all be a family.

It was often Kazuha would come over to your place, or you to his, it was something that had been happening every since the age of 5. The two of you sick together, staying in the same room giggling and painting with one another, laying on the bed and talking about plans you two had come up with. Together. Even when Kazuha was no longer sick, he stayed with you until you were fine. He stayed, like he always hoped for. He stayed because he loved you, never wanting to let you go.

It stayed this way, until your 20’s

It was like a new fire had burned, one that would continue to burn, his heart seemed like it was going to break at what he had just witnessed.

“Don’t be stupid, Tomo.”

“I might be, but who’s the one who said ‘just because something seems impossible, doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t try.”

Kazuha wished he had never heard that, it was only meant for one person, you. Now that one sentence filled him with pain, one that would determine what he should do next.

“Kazuha, you can’t. You can stay with me, you’ll be safe! My family can pull some strings, they’ll make sure you’re safe! You won’t be found I promise Kazu just-“

He hated this, hated how his decision would impact you. The tears forming in your eyes, your voice shaking, your hand trembling trying to hold on. Hold onto him. He held it tight, giving it a small squeeze.

“I’m a wanted man now [name]. I can’t ruin your family’s reputation with all the connections they share. I don’t want to imagine what they would do to your family if it was discovered they had hidden a wanted man in their home, what could happen to you.”

You knew he was right, he always was. Kazuha knew the best, he would always be the one who helped you make decisions.

So why does it hurt knowing that he’s right?

“Then take me with you! It’s like you always wanted, we can leave together and then travel together.”

It was a dream of his to travel the world, he would always have a spark in his eyes while talking about where he wished to go.

One day, it will be just you and me.

Oh how you wished that could be true.

“That would be the worst option out there [name]. You’ve gotten so far, I can’t take that away from you. You have everything that you have ever wanted, it would be like taking away the treasure of Inuzuma. The people love you [name], they need you.

I need you Kazuha. You’re all i have ever needed, all I have ever wanted.

“Please Kazuha, I can’t lose you.”

A leaf now fell, it dead since its time has been long overdue. The leaf that use to be filled with color, the same color of the streak in his hair.

“I love you, I promise I will come back. I’ll sneak into your room and hold you all the night, but for now, I have to do what is best.”

Stay, stay in this moment. Stay with me.

But of course he never does, he leaves you with one last touch to your lips. Just like the one he did when you two were 13.

One last leaf fell, the last one before the tree was now empty. Just like now, how the one thing you needed the most had left, just like a wind in the breeze, not knowing at where to land next. He took your heart with him though, where ever he went it would remind him of you.

He promised, he would come back. Things would be the way they were meant to be.

He would make you his.

You knew Kazuha, he would fight till the very end and never lose. He was strong. You remember when you got your vision first, he was jealous that you had gotten one and he had not.

“You’ll get one Kazuha, I know it.”

“Then can we spar? You have to find a weapon that you can use, or are you interested in a sword?”

He had one, so it was only natural you wanted to be the same as Kazuha.

“A sword would be perfect.”

It was perfect, everything about it. The sword sharing a similarity with his. You always gazed at the writing imprinted on the sword base. Words from him.

The words you are now looking at, tears forming in your eyes once again as you cradle the weapon in your arms.

Home is with you

wherever you take this blade, think of me.

9 months, 18 letters from Kazuha.

It was twice a month in which he would write a letter to you, telling you of the events in his life.

Without you.

It was hard for you, hard to only have his writing to remember him by. Yet you’re grateful that he still puts the effort in. He would put effort in if it was for you.

19 letters now. The third this month.

The letter wasn’t one you expected, yet it filled you with hope and maybe, just maybe, this would be the last and final one until he was home.

To my dearest [name], I’ll be home soon. I made my promise to you, you remember it right? I’ve heard that you’ve been successful now more than ever. I love hearing your name wherever I go, I’m happy. Happy for you, glad that you have gotten to this point. I want to save my words until I’m back with you, together in the same spot we shared all those joyous memories and moments. I should be back by midnight. I still have the spare key, so I’ll do what I told you the night I left. I’ll sneak into your room and I will hold you all night. Just as I had promised. I love you more than you could every imagine [name], everything will be just as they should have. We’ll be happy, happy together. I’ll be home once again. Love Kazuha.

You tugged the letter tight, praying to the archons that he would be home any minute now. It was past midnight now, he could be home any minute now. He could be with you anytime now. The realization hit you, Kazuha would be home.

He would be back.

Footsteps could be heard out your room, the light on. It’s him, it has to be.

“Kazuha?”

Your heart now beating in your chest, wanting him so badly now that you felt your hand shake.

He’ll come and hold me, hold my hand and kiss me with the passion that burns in his heart for me.

The door started to open. He was home.

“Kazu?”

“Oh [name]” your mother says.

The autumn leaves falling down on the streets of Inuzuma, falling so freely without a care. One leaf falling on his heart, soon to be covered in his blood.

“Give me your hand” he said

“Why?”

“So you can feel what you do to me, what you do to my heart dove.”

Not a beat came from his heart as the leaf fell, he was gone. He wouldn’t come back home to you. Kaedehara Kazuha was dead. So close, yet so far. He was almost there. He was almost home until his life was taken from him.

His vision shinned with passion, noticeable in the night. Catching the eye of the culprits responsible for his death, the ones who wanted to kill him the moment he became a wanted man. The ones who wanted his vision.

“Kazuha wanted to give you this dear…” your mother stated. She placed the letter on your bed so you could grab it. She let you cry as she told you that your one and only was now dead. She left, knowing that you needed space.

You grabbed the letter, eyes blurry from the tears streaming down your face. Soon, more fell down your face as you saw the blood stains left on the letter.

This was his blood, his dna. The last thing he had left with you along with this letter.

To my one and dearest name, I’m sorry. I wish I could have fulfilled my promise to you. If only I had been smarted, been more attentive to my surroundings. You were always the one who noticed every single detail, no wonder you’re so smart name. I love that about you, that you seem to notice every single thing around you. I think that’s why I become more observant, I wanted to grow from you. I’m sorry I couldn’t be stronger for you, maybe I can. I’ll try, I’ll fight until I defeat every single one of them. Yet if I can’t, then I want to write this in case. I don’t want to leave you with nothing, so I’ll leave you with this. I’m sorry name, I love you and I hope you know that. It would be selfish of me to let you hung up on me, so love someone else. Find someone who loves you, more than me. I want you to be happy, I know you will be. I’ll leave my heart to you, in the form of a ring. The one my mother had before she died. I remember her always asking when we two were going to get married. She’ll be glad that you have this ring. I know you always loved her. I couldn’t make you mine name. Maybe some day, in another life I can. I’m sorry name. Love Kazu.

Why? Why him? He was almost home, and it was taken away from him in an instant.

No one would love me more than you do Kazuha.

You’re all I need, all I’ve ever wanted.

You saw the ring, one you saw as a child from his mothers ring finger.

“Kazu, your mother has such a pretty ring! I want it!” He saw the pure adoration in your eyes as you looked at the ring. His mother smiled before she ruffled your hair.

“One day, it will be yours [name] I’ll make sure of it.” Kazuha’s mother than looked at him, sending the young boy a wink. His face flushed at the thought of marrying you.

“Two house’s ” he heard you say. “And four people”

It was silly how you didn’t count the fathers, but he knew what you meant. Yet you were wrong.

“It’s our houses,” Kazuha said.” And our family.”

If only he could be the one putting the ring on your finger. He could have proposed to you, but he was never given the chance.

So why, even with this piece of himself he left with you why does your heart feel strange?

If he had been with me, he would still be alive.

If he had been with me, he would be mine. He would be alive in this moment. Now, all that was left was a lingering memory that filled you with ache.

If he had been with you, everything would be the way they were meant to be.

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[dilucsclaymoreandgrapejuice]

An Awful Feeling. [🍃]

Dom!Kazuha x GN!Reader, Third Person View(?), Contains a Slightly Serious Kazuha, Soft Sex, Fluffy Smut, Jealousy.

Kazuha finally reveals his feelings for you, his dear friend for 3 years due to his jealousy and proves his sincerity in.. his own ways.

Requested by a friend of mine, might as well post it. Not proofread.

Flowing hair, shiny eyes, and soft smile. They were beautiful, pretty, gentle, every word similar to what mentioned describes them, Kazuha thought. It hasn’t been long since Kazuha realized his romantic feelings for (N) until Beidou pointed out how he was acting even more like a gentleman with them. He felt a sense of comfort and joy whenever they were around, different from his feeling towards his friends and the people he looks up to. Kazuha strangely finds himself yearning to see them, have a chat to catch up with them, to be closer to them, and to be special to them. All of his haikus seemed to remind them about (N), every beautiful little thing, actually. The melody of the flowing river, the crisp rustling of leaves, the sweet tweeting of the birds, he can’t help but to think of them.

“Staring at them again, I see?” Beidou teased as she placed her arm over Kazuha’s shoulder while a mischievous smirk formed on her face. Kazuha only responded with a soft sigh, Beidou tightened her grip of Kazuha and squeezed him gently. “Just make the first move you know? I can hear the sound of your heartbeat 12 meters away! Just do-” The sentence stopped, Beidou glanced upon (N) and saw a person with them. In response— Kazuha also glanced at (N). He saw the two laughing, they looked very close. A bang of pain can be felt on his chest, what is this feeling? He can’t describe it, he had never felt like this before, but it’s an awful feeling. (N) looked delightful with a small smile on their face. A train of thoughts hovered through Kazuha, had they ever smiled like that to me before? Do they have a closer relationship than ours? Kazuha looked down, wearing a long face.

“Dang, isn’t that the person they used to like? Oh, shit—” A hand covered Beidou’s mouth from realization that she said something bad, she didn’t mean to say that to Kazuha. “Kazuha used to like okay? Don’t get your hopes down!” An awkward laugh is the only thing Beidou let out, as she patted Kazuha’s back aggressively. Lost in thought, Kazuha didn’t realize that (N) walked up to him, waving enthusiastically. “Kazuha? Are you okay?” You said while you waved your hand in front of Kazuha’s face. I swear I saw Beidou with Kazuha earlier, she must’ve left hurriedly, a confused thought that made you scratch your head.

“(N).. That person earlier, who are they?” Kazuha asked with a stern face— it was unlikely to see him like this; he had always worn a calm and rested face. “Why do you want to know? Give me a reason first.” You teasingly replied, not knowing what Kazuha is feeling or thinking in the moment, with the two of you standing in front of each other as the dry leaves fall gracefully beneath the two of you. “..I.. like you, (N). Is that enough of a reason?” That sentence shook you up. Is he serious right now? It looks like it, but it might’ve been a joke right? It was too sudden for a calm and sweet guy like him to make this kind of action..

“Ahahaha, good one! They're just a friend okay? I didn’t know you’re into that kind of jokes—” Your sentence was cut off by Kazuha stepping towards you until you hit the wall, slowly he leaned towards you. Though he had a serious look on his face, his ears and cheeks were flushed with pink. “I’m.. not joking, (N). We’ve been friends for 3 years, you know me well enough that I don’t make those jokes. (N).. may I show you how genuine I am? How can I show you my sincerity?” He had his usual soft gentleman tone, but his actions didn’t match that. He cornered you into a wall, strangely you didn’t feel overwhelmed with his sudden actions— maybe because you also like him. “You can do anything..” A shy response came out of your mouth, you felt your heartbeat quickening, a feeling of excitement was felt, what would Kazuha do to show how much he likes you? You can’t really think of anything right now, all you can here was the sound of you and Kazuha’s heartbeat. “May I show my sincerity by.. pleasuring you, (N)? Or would you like another way?” Right now? It’s strange to see Kazuha saying such a sentence that you never imagined him to say— He seems very serious, his eyes stared directly at yours, brows furrowed. Should he do another way? Doing that right now seems too fast, but.. you also wanted it, Kazuha pleasuring you.. it’s something you yearned secretly.

“The.. first one.” After saying such a decision, you anticipated a feeling of nervousness— instead you were hit with even more excitement. The tension between you was increasing as the two of you stare at each other. “Let’s move to a room then, if you ever change your mind, let me know, okay?” I won’t. You thought, how can you change your mind on such thing? Everything felt like a dream as Kazuha gently grabs your hand to guide you towards the chosen room. He immediately locks the room and lets you sit on the soft mattress. Nervousness, it was written all over Kazuha’s face. “I.. don’t have any experience, I’ll try my best to make you feel good, (N).” He gently grabs the back of your head to push it towards his face, kissing you softly and passionately. A sweet taste lingered on your lips, a gentle touch on your waist can be felt. Sound of rustling clothes, Kazuha lifted up your shirt slowly— not pulling away from your lips.

Kazuha broke off the kiss and he continued to take off your clothes and his, as he looks at you with eager eyes. “I’ll loosen you up first so that it won’t hurt (N), is that okay?” You can only respond with a nod, you were mesmerized by Kazuha’s beauty. His once tight side-ponytail was replaced by flowing white hair, his calm face soon turned into a face full of excitement and love. He slowly put his finger, pressing it and stretching it— a feeling of pleasure came on you. Before you were about to hit your climax, Kazuha stopped and wiped his hands. “That.. should be enough. Please tell me if it hurts, (N). I’ll stop right away.” The sound of unzipping pants, Kazuha revealed his hard member, looking all shy. He breath in and out slowly, leaning closer. “Can you spread your legs for me?” You continued to do so, obeying almost immediately after him saying it. It.. hurts. Though it hurts, you didn’t want to tell Kazuha. The face he’s making right now, closed eyes, and the pleasure you see from him, you want to see it more. The pain soon turned into a feeling of pleasure, as he slowly thrusts in and out. Gentle and comforting, the two words you’re feeling right now aside from pleasure. Kazuha was gentle, asked if he’s doing too much or if you’re enjoying it. Small kisses and compliments, love— that was all you felt that night.

“You’re up, (N)? I made you breakfast.” As you open your eyes, you were greeted by a warm smile, and a warm person.

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[huhjxn]

different times, same effect

nakamura kazuha x fem!reader (college au)

nothing is permanent—change is inevitable. it is all part of people's growth. nakamura kazuha has always been the girl you looked up to. with all her talents and perfection, you grew up simply attracted to the girl.

! : none(?), fluff

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"Watch out!" You heard her shout, but you couldn't be bothered to check what she's pointing at because you were too enamored by her soft voice despite shouting and the way her beautiful features were laced with worry. As cliche as it sounds, it felt like the world stopped.

Seeing that you were frozen in your place, a surprisingly strong arm grabbed yours, causing you to lose your balance. The shuttlecock barely missed your frame before you stumbled and collided with the brunette. You could feel the blood rushing to your cheeks and ears, refusing to look up in fear that she would easily spot your flustered state.

"Are you alright?" It would be rude to avoid eye contact, so you finally looked up to meet her gaze which was already on you, accompanied by a sweet smile, "Were you hurt?"

You straightened your stance, brushing off your clothes, "Yeah, it didn't hit me," you said, looking at the feathered tool, "Thanks to you."

Kazuha grinned in response, "That's a relief," she chuckled lightly.

You could feel your heart skip a beat, 'God, she's so adorable,' you thought. "But it's just a shuttlecock though," you said, somewhat unsure if you should continue because you might sound ungrateful but the way she tilted her head to the side in question made you continue, "It's not like it'll hurt if it hit me."

The girl's lips formed an 'o', looking absolutely adorable that you couldn't help but swoon over her.

"That's true," she started, "But it was Huh Yunjin who smashed it, you could never be sure."

You nodded in agreement, looking at the student athlete who was actively playing, "Yeah, thanks for saving me."

You were seated on a white leather couch which you think didn't suit the rest of the furniture in the room. Staring at the sealing, you could feel your eyes betraying you, but you tried to listen to your therapist speak as she tried to engage in a meaningful conversation with you.

Answering all her questions without a hint of interest, you were sure where the conversation was going.

"How about Kazuha?" She asked with a smile. You didn't have to face her to know that there's a grin plastered on her face; she always had that same look whenever she brought up the brunette.

You sat up straight, "She's still… Kazuha," you said, unsure of what else to say.

For some reason, Nakamura Kazuha seems to be your therapist's favorite—she usually asks about the girl and smiles at you encouragingly whenever you talk about her. Honestly, this doesn't shock you one bit; everybody loves and adores Kazuha. She's just that girl.

A sweet little angel sent from heaven with features that seemed like Aphrodite herself crafted. She's that typical perfect girl that everybody in school looked up to. People either wanted to date her or be her, and honestly, you weren't sure where you stand between those two choices.

You've always known who she is since middle school, but the first time the both of you actually interacted was in high school when she saved you from getting hit by a shuttlecock. Now, the both of you are freshmen in a college in your town, and despite taking up different college programs, you seem to see her everywhere all the time.

"Y/N?" You heard a familiar voice called out. You turned around and were face-to-face with a beautiful creature who was smiling at you when she realized that she was right.

"Y/N! I can't believe we're going to the same college," Kazuha said, excitement was evident in her voice but at the same time it sounded so soft and sweet, "My worries are lessened now that I know someone that goes here."

"By the way, what program are you taking?" The freshman asked with an expectant grin on her face.

You cleared your throat before answering, "Fine Arts," you said, simply. You find it hard to talk to someone as majestic as Kazuha so you try to keep your words at a minimum.

The brunette nodded, "Wow, that's great," she said, staring into your eyes while hers were filled with interest "You're artistic?"

Again, you could feel yourself blushing under her gaze but you tried to ignore it, in hopes that she didn't notice the pinkish hue on your cheeks, "I'd like to believe so," you laughed awkwardly, "How about you? Are you pursuing ballet?"

Kazuha beamed at the mention of ballet, "Kind of?" her brows knitted together, looking unsure, and you swore it was the cutest sight your eyes ever laid upon, "I'm taking up Performing Arts."

You nodded, thinking that it suits her so well, you were about to voice out your thoughts when someone called her, "Kazuha! We're gonna be late!"

Recognizing the girl, your eyes widened as you saw the ever active Huh Yunjin run past both of you, seemingly rushing to get to class.

"I guess I have to go," Kazuha smiled apologetically.

You remember thinking about what the brunette said about her worries lessening, and feeling a little bit disappointed knowing that you're not the only one from high school that she knows in your current college. Turns out Huh Yunjin was a sophomore who was also taking up Performing Arts, and during your time in college, Kazuha grew closer to Yunjin than she did with you.

You told yourself that it was natural and that it didn't matter—they were in the same college program, they were bound to be close with each other, meanwhile you were taking up Fine Arts, and although both had to do something with art, the difference is huge.

"Have you talked to her recently?" Dr. Miyawaki asked. You thought about whether to open up to her or not, but you thought that it would be better to tell her the truth.

"Yeah," you uttered softly, "Surprisingly, we've been talking a lot lately," you thought about the times when you would randomly see her around the cafeteria, the study areas of your college and even outside your classrooms which was weird because you're sure that she's not taking any classes near your floor, "I mean, we're talking more than we used to," you immediately corrected yourself.

The woman nodded, "What are you guys usually talking about?"

Shrugging, you answered, "Nothing important, like what we're doing there, what's our next class, how tired we are," you paused, thinking about your recent interaction with your fellow senior, "Oh, and she asked me when I'd be free to grab some coffee."

Your counselor perked up at this revelation, "Really?" she studied your features before continuing, "What did you say?"

Again, you shrugged, "I told her that I'm not sure, and that I'll message her."

Sakura nodded before asking, "And have you messaged her?"

Shaking your head, you responded with a simple, "No." The counselor paused for a moment before speaking, "Do you plan on telling her when you'll be free?"

The question somewhat caught you off-guard. It took you a minute before you responded, "Maybe? I still don't know if I should. I'm sure she's busy."

Over the years that you spent in college, you witnessed how Kazuha grew into an adult version of herself. She has always been a social butterfly and was loved by many, but several changes occurred when she started hanging out with Yunjin. The girl started going to parties at least twice a month, she became more engaged in different college orgs, and she even joined the student government.

Suddenly, everybody knows who Kazuha is and everybody is in love with her.

The more time you spent in college, the more both of you became a stranger to each other. All you could do was watch and adore her from afar. It wasn't like you're not used to doing so—in fact, you were.

"Maybe you should consider taking her up on her invitation," the counselor said. She started talking about how it would be a great opportunity to get closer to old friends however you stopped paying attention.

"Should I talk to her?" you thought to yourself.

Laughing at what her professor was saying, Kazuha was surprised when she felt her phone vibrate. She took it out of her pocket to check the notification, and she couldn't help but feel the excitement as she saw your name staring right back at her. She tapped at the notification before reading the message you sent. 

Hey Kazuha, my professor just announced that we'll have a free cut tomorrow, do you wanna hangout then?

The girl read your message over and over, thinking of a response. It seemed like it really took her awhile because suddenly, she received another text message from you.

But if you're busy, I understand :)

Immediately, she started typing a response, the attention that she had on the professor was long gone. 

Y/N! Yes, I'd love to! What time is your free cut btw?

You felt your cheeks heat up at the girl's response. You wondered how she could possibly say yes to you without knowing the time that you were free. You convinced yourself that perhaps it's just one of the rare times that she's free the whole day.

4 pm onwards :)

"I'm really sorry for canceling at the last minute," Kazuha said, clutching her phone near her ear. The girl on the line laughed at her apologetic tone before she reassured the brunette, "Dude, don't worry about it, I really don't mind."

"If anything, I'm glad that you finally had the guts to ask her out," Yunjin said, letting out a chuckle, "I'm getting tired of listening to you gush about her all day long."

The younger girl pouted at her words despite knowing that Yunjin can't see her, "I don't gush about her," Kazuha said, rolling her eyes.

"Yeah you do," the older argued, "Stop denying it, I could still remember that one time in high school when you saved her from getting hit by my shuttlecock," Yunjin laughed, remembering the incident, "I love you, but that's just so dumb, who would get hurt by a shuttlecock."

Kazuha huffed, feeling embarrassed by her friend's blunt words. She wasn't close to Yunjin back then so the fact that Yunjin noticed what she did as an attempt to get your attention made her blush hard.

"Anyway, have you prepared your outfit for your little date?"

"Oh," the brunette's stomach dropped, "I haven't."

Yunjin facepalmed herself before saying, "Alright, help is on the way, I'll be there in 20."

Kazuha is really grateful for Yunjin, she's the friend that the younger could count on and she really helped in bringing the girl out of her shell. Although the brunette looked confident in herself, she was incredibly shy and had quite a lot of self-doubts, which was pretty much the reason why she couldn't bring herself to confess to you.

Despite feeling shy at times, she tried to participate in different school activities that would require her to show off her talents on stage in hopes that you would notice her. As a result, her popularity grew, but all she really wanted was for you to approach her.

During your high school graduation, she couldn't help but feel disappointed that you might not see each other again, so the moment she saw you in the same college that she was attending to, she felt so ecstatic that she just had to approach you herself, and she could not contain the grin that made its way on her face as she started talking to you.

College is so much more different than high school, but one thing was constant: she couldn't bring herself to ask you out. When she started hanging out with Yunjin, her confidence started to increase gradually. She participated in different things and started going to different parties, hoping that one day, she'll meet you there and everything will fall into place.

Unfortunately for her, college isn't like how it's portrayed in the movies—or perhaps you were just one of a kind—and she didn't have a choice but to actually make a move on you. Honestly, she didn't think she could do it, especially since Yunjin already graduated and she didn't have her ride or die with her. However, the fear that the graduation is just a few months away and the both of you might actually not see each other was enough to give her a shove and ask you out.

Now, sitting on one of the stools in a nearby coffee shop that doubles as an art gallery, she wipes her sweaty palms nervously on the outfit that Yunjin helped her pick out. Kazuha kept checking her phone, anticipating the worst case scenario where you'll ditch her.

*Calm down, Zuha," she told herself, "Everything's perfect, the sky looks good, you look good, and the place is good, especially for a Fine Arts major," she tried to convince herself.

As she tried to calm her nerves, she was unaware that you had already entered the shop, looking around until your eyes found its way on the only masterpiece in the room that matters. You stood there feeling starstruck, she looked so beautiful, you thought.

You could feel your heartbeat pounding out of your chest, and you really have no idea how this little hangout would go.

Nervously, you walked towards the direction of the brunette and paused when you were right beside her, "Kazuha."

The said girl turned to meet your gaze, and you swore that your heart skipped a beat. Kazuha's features weren't a stranger to you but seeing them up close and knowing that it will just be the two of you made you feel giddy about the whole set up.

"Y/N, hey," she said, standing up to greet you properly. Kazuha gave you a genuine smile and you had no idea how someone could look so gorgeous, "I'm glad you came, you look so beautiful," the brunette said, her voice as sweet as honey as she looked at you with adoration.

You cleared your throat, "I'm glad you invited me to hangout," you said light-heartedly, "and you look…" you carefully studied her figure, and the brunette shifted under your gaze.

"...Different." Kazuha raised one of her brows at your comment which got you worried, "A good different, it's very refreshing, you look really cool, not that you don't always look cool, it's just that you have a different styl—"

You were cut off by a sound of melodious giggles. Kazuha was astonished at your state and suddenly, she doesn't feel so nervous; it seems like you're just as awkward as she is. She's wrong, you're definitely more awkward than her.

"Do you like it?" Kazuha asked, her eyes glued on yours, "My new style, I mean."

You nodded your head, giving her a genuine smile, "Yeah, it really suits you."

The brunette could feel the warmth on her cheeks at your compliment, "Thanks. Yunjin said it would give me 'boyfriend' vibes," she said with a chuckle.

You looked at her in question, but decided to go with it, "Yeah, you do look like a really cool boyfriend."

Kazuha felt like she could pass away at that moment. She wanted to scream into her palms, but she had to remind herself that she wasn't in the comfort of her room, she was currently in the presence of her long-time crush who still had the same effect on her even after all these years.

"By the way," you looked up to meet her gaze as she stood up, "What do you want to order?"

"Oh I can get it myself," you said, standing up as well but Kazuha's hand on your shoulder made you stop before she softly pushed you back down, "Don't worry, I'll get it, I also need to get some change," she said, presenting you a sweet smile.

You nodded absent-mindedly, "Okay, I'll have an iced caramel macchiato," you said. The girl quickly told you that she'll be back soon before going to the counter to order.

After a few minutes, she came back with a tray. She set down your drinks before placing a plate of belgian waffle with chocolate syrup and whipped creme in front of you then placed a plate of donut in front of her seat.

"Wait, I didn't order this," you said, looking at the pastry with confusion painted on your face. Kazuha wanted to take a picture of your current expression and stare at it all day long because of how cute it looked but decided to answer you instead, "I ordered it for you," she spoke with a soft voice, "I thought that it might be your favorite."

You looked at her in question, wondering how the ballerina could possibly know your favorite pastry.

"I saw that you used to order it a lot back when we were still in high school," she clarified, the pink hue on her cheeks were now getting visible and you definitely took notice.

"She noticed?" you thought to yourself.

Time passed and the both of you truly enjoyed each other's company. Kazuha felt really proud of herself for trying to initiate conversations with you even at the most random times and that she was finally able to ask you out. You felt nothing but adoration for the girl who sat in front of you. This was the only time that the two of you actually sat and talked for a long time, and the two of you didn't even notice that it's evening already.

Kazuha was the first one to notice, "Oh it's almost 8:30," she said, looking at her wrist watch. You checked the time on your phone before subconsciously pouting your lips, "You're right, do you have to go?"

The brunette met your gaze, "No," she responded immediately, "But I think it's time for dinner, do you want to check out some of the restaurants nearby?" she asked, hoping that you would say yes.

Honestly, you had a paper that needed to be passed by 11:59, but you decided that you can just make an excuse to your professor, "Yeah, I'd love that."

The girl gave you an excited grin, before standing up and offering her hand to you. You stared at her outstretched arms before taking a hold of her hands, guiding you to stand up. However, your attention was on her hand, specifically how soft they were, and you really didn't want to let go. Unfortunately, you did, because she might think that you're weird if you didn't.

Kazuha led you out of the coffee shop, holding the door for you, which you really appreciated. So much that even your ear showed a pinkish hue and the brunette took a mental note of it. After stepping out of the shop, the both of you were heading towards a nearby food street which had different restaurants.

As you were walking side by side, you felt the girl's hand brush against yours.

The brunette wanted nothing more than to take your hand into hers again, loving the way it perfectly fit each other, but her mind is clouded with doubts, remembering how you suddenly let go of her earlier. However, when she saw an incoming guy that was riding a bicycle, she immediately grabbed your hand, taking you off guard, then she directed you to the other side, her arm wrapped around your shoulder.

"Oh my god," was a phrase that kept replaying in your head. The girl beside you still has her arm wrapped around your shoulder and all you wanted to do was explode. You have never been this close with her, and although the feeling is foreign, it definitely wasn't unwelcomed and uncomfortable. Everything about Nakamura Kazuha felt right. And at that moment, you thought about how happy Dr. Miyawaki would be once she learns that Kazuha is pulling you right into her orbit.

While strolling towards the direction of the food street, you passed by a relatively small deserted park. It looked cozy with all the lampposts and fairy lights, and you can't help but feel a zoo forming in your stomach, considering the environment, the beautiful woman who seems to refuse to let you go.

However, it looks like you spoke your thoughts too soon because all of a sudden, the girl stopped and retreated her arm from your shoulder. You watched as she fixed her hair, making sure that the evening breeze doesn't mess it up too much.

"God, she's so mesmerizing," you thought, appreciating how gorgeous the brunette looked. She glowed, the moonlight and fairy lights casting a perfect spotlight that highlighted her features.

You watched as she started gripping onto the ends of her jean jacket, a sign that she was feeling nervous.

"Y/N," Kazuha starts, not really knowing how to proceed.

"Yeah?" You asked calmly, studying the brunette's features which you grew to like ever since middle school. Kazuha meets your gaze and once again, you feel your cheeks heating up, from her attention alone.

"Look, I really don't know how to say this, so I'll just go straight to the point," Kazuha says, her right hand gripping the cuff of her jacket. You took notice of this and immediately took a hold of her hand before you even had the time to contemplate on your action.

This took her by surprise, but she'll take it as a good sign so she continued, "I like you," Kazuha said, dropping her gaze to the pair of converse that she wore right after uttering those three words, "Ever since high school."

She felt how stiff you got due to the revelation, so she continued speaking, hoping that she could get a response out of you, "I'm sorry I didn't say anything sooner, I was just worried that I might scare you off."

The brunette met your eyes, finally seeing how shocked you looked. "If you want to cancel our dinner, it's fine, I totally understand," Kazuha said, feeling extremely worried for every second that passes in which she doesn't get a response from you.

Suddenly, she feels your thumb caressing her right hand, which she forgot that you were holding. "Is…" you tried to find the words because your mind can't seem to form sentences right now, "Is it true?"

"Are you sure?" you asked, still in disbelief. Your long-time crush just confessed that she likes you too, of course you had to make sure if everything you heard was true. Kazuha would have melted at the sight of you looking so clueless if she weren't so affected by her nerves at the moment.

"Yeah," She simply said, "I've always wanted to make a move since high school, but I always chickened out," the brunette confessed, dropping her gaze to the ground once again, "The only reason why I finally got the courage to confess is because I'm scared that I might not see you again after we graduate, and that not confessing might be my biggest regret," Kazuha said, a small pout was present on her lips while she spoke.

All of a sudden, the girl felt a tug on her hand, pulling her forward which caused her to lose her balance. You immediately engulfed her in a hug, making sure that the girl would be aware of how you liked her too.

Goosebumps covered your skin as you felt her arms wrap themselves around your body, giving you a warm embrace. Kazuha stood up properly then proceeded to bury her face into your neck, wanting to hold you as close as possible.

"I like you, Y/N," Kazua whispered, and you swore that your heart started beating a thousand times faster. As a response, you held her tighter, then took a step back to see her face, your right arm still wrapped on her lower back.

She looked back at you, and you honestly didn't know where you got the sudden boost of confidence but you help her left cheek, caressing the smooth skin before whispering back, "I like you too, Kazuha," the look of pure joy from the girl was enough to assure you that your courage paid off.

Kazuha feels like she just won the lottery except everything about her situation right now was much better, so once again, she held you close to her, wanting to relish in your presence, "So is the dinner still on?"

You couldn't help but chuckle, realizing how much of a dork the perfect Kazuha was, "Of course, I'm craving for chicken, is there anything in particular that you want to have?"

The brunette shook her head no, "My craving's already been satisfied, just give me 5 more minutes," she said with a big grin on her face.

: i didn't put the mentions of counseling in the warnings because i think it would contribute to the stigmatization of it. please do tell me if you think i should include it in the warnings.

#nakamura kazuha #kazuha x reader #nakamura kazuha x reader #nakamura kazuha imagines #kazuha imagines #kazuha scenarios #le sserafim imagines #le sserafim scenarios #le sserafim #kazuha #huhjxn

[yoimix]

genshin men + a clumsy s/o

ft. kazuha, zhongli, venti

[ requested by @jewelscara ] [ tw: alcohol, kazuha lightweight :-) ]

✽ kazuha is used to a life of wandering, dangers and unconventionality—and that means his senses are heightened above the capabilities of a normal man. as such, he finds your motions bizarre by instinct, but he also finds your ditzy steps strangely adorable. he supposes it’s because it’s you that he finds even your oddities heartwarming. as long as you’re not falling into pits or anything. he will also hold you by reflex if you trip or walk into something or slip on a particularly dewy patch of grass. to be fair, the last one is tricky. he’s always smiling so endearingly when you’re around too, and you can blame him for distracting you on most occasions. kazuha would never hold it against you either if you break something on accident or knock things over. all in all, he’s very concerned about you gravely injuring yourself traveling with him in particular, while still letting you stand up on your own two feet (even if they’re both left). 

although, his movement mimics yours with the tiniest bit of alcohol.

“more, more, more... more,” he drabbles on, as you try your best to drag him out of the tavern.

“goodness, kazuha, we both know i’m not cut out for this job,” you heave, as he finally takes a step in your direction only for you to lose balance and land on your knees. mondstadt cobblestones aren’t the softest to land on but your battered knees are used to a little bit of beating.

he looks down at you with a slight pout and furrowed eyebrows. “my love, did you fall again? are you hurt? oh dear.”

he stumbles onto the floor beside you, his outstretched hand meant for you to take breaking his fall instead. how could one fruity cocktail reduce him to this? to be fair, you don’t need even that to be as bad at keeping balance. 

“kazuha, we have to get up,” you tell him, brushing your knees as you get back on your feet.

“i’m up,” he says confidently while still sat on the ground. “you’re looking so blurry, maple, are you falling?”

“i’m afraid that’s not the case, sweetheart.” you shake your head, grabbing both his hands to lift him up.

your efforts do get him off the ground. however, instead of standing, he leans over onto you till his entire bodyweight is on you. of course. what else did you expect? he’s still so cute, you think. when did babbling, drunk men start looking cute to you? but then again, it’s only kazuha. you love every little detail of his.

“you’re gripping me too tight,” you say, trying to loosen his grip around your waist. 

“of course i am, (name). i don’t want you falling,” he mumbles, finally standing up straight. his arms don’t move. “do you know much it worries me to see the bandages?”

“i’m alright, kazuha. you don’t put me in any trouble more than i put myself in.” you press your hand against his cherry-red cheek, revelling in the warmth. “you can- you can let go...”

“i’d rather not let go of you,” he refuses, face as golden as the setting sun.

you furrow your eyebrows. met with his deep autumn eyes, what more can you do?

his grip around your waist isn’t getting any looser and the blood flows into your cheeks as he refuses to lower his stare.

“you will always worry me, (name).” kazuha sighs, but it soon turns into a smile. “so don’t wander too far off from me.”

✽ zhongli, ever observant, incorporates your tendencies into his habits. he can never be too careless with you around. in your defense, you couldn’t look at the man without your heart doing flips and somersaults. even as lovers, it’s ridiculous how you struggle to keep your balance around him. the number of walls you’ve walked into as a result of his smile is ridiculous. in fact, zhongli reflexively stretches out his arms before you can bump into anything. he will pull you by the waist if you walk a little close to the docks, place his arm between you and any solid surface that might hurt your shoulder, take your hand every time you step over the puddles after liyue’s much needed rain. it’s deeply evident how he cares for you. sometimes, though, he will just let you do your thing and look at you fascinated. he always carries bandages and antiseptic creams on him, even if he forgets his wallet.

“dear?”

“yes, zhongli?”

“did you fall into the pool or were you planning to take a swim fully clothed?”

you lower yourself into the waist-level water, fully drenching yourself. there’s a large scrape on your thigh and you’d rather not let your lover take note of it. partly because you’re embarrassed and partly because you don’t want him to fuss over you later.

“i’m fine down here, honey,” you mumble, looking away from him. you can still feel his intense gaze, regardless. 

when you stormed out of the house, annoyed with his lecturing on your habits, you should’ve expected some bad luck. (luck referring to your muscle coordination.) you know he only spoke out of concern but you took it a bit too personal. he knows you too well—and familiarity breeds contempt. soon, your little quirks will be burdens to bear. you didn’t want him to worry when you waked off, you just wanted some fresh air. to be fair, you did get some fresh air before plunging into freshwater too.

“i don’t want you catching a cold, love.”

zhongli gets down on his knee beside the clear pool of water, extending a hand for you take. after a moment of hesitation, you give your hand and he gets you out effortlessly. 

the thing is, you expected him to let go after you’re up. instead, you’re pulled into his chest, his arms settling at your back and waist, a deep chuckle leaving the man. you’re sure the water’s soaking through his clothes and yet there is no notion of his discomfort. is he made of rock?

“zhongli! why’d you do that? now both of us are drenched...”

“does it upset you, my dear?”

“no. but... you don’t have to go so far to coddle me,” you grumbling.

“hah...” he sighs. “one moment, you believe i’m angry with you and the next you think i’m coddling you? you’re as bewildering as ever.”

“you’re teasing me again,” you huff as you pull away and cross your arms.

“you know my adoration for you. i never meant to preach.” he presses his lips together and hums a sigh. “i should’ve worded it better. i don’t mean to coddle you and neither do i want to show you tougher love.”

his hand at your waist wavers and finally moves to rest against your cheek.

“now let’s get you fixed up. blood is not a nice color on you,” he speaks grimly, but not as a reprimand. if there’s anyone who wouldn’t either baby you or treat you with indifference, ire even, it’s your ever-steady lover.

“how did you...” you shake your head, a smile growing. everyone needs someone to lean on. “thank you, my love.”

✽ venti is quite mischievous with you, though he makes sure you’re alright in his own way. he sometimes blows a particularly strong wind in your direction just to see you flail, and follow up by grabbing your hands and pulling you towards him in a funny little dance. even if you step on his foot more times than you can count, he always finds a way around it—making fun of the mistakes you make till you’re forced into a rebuttal by pointing out his own. he just enjoys the way you move, as far as graceful as you can get, and yet as animated and lovely as windwheel asters. he also jokes often about how you don’t need alcohol to act silly. you say it’s the same for him; he’s not the most serious of men. venti also gets more affectionate when he’s drunk, much like a cat on catnip, and will show you off with the weirdest titles. (“my s/o can trip three times on a hike and still be okay!” “venti stfu”)

“oh thank barbatos,” you heave, as soon as you reach the tip of starsnatch cliff.

“you called?”

you shriek, your fists flying up to fend the source of your momentary fright off. however, instead of getting into a defence stance, you stumble backward and land on your butt right at the edge of the cliff. 

“you’re going to kill me, you idiot!” you scream while venti snickers, landing softly beside you. oh, to be as nimble as wind. you’ve got to say you’re a little jealous of the bard.

you scoot away from the edge to a much safer spot, while venti shrugs and lays his head on your lap.

“who said you could do that?” you quip, though you don’t move his head away.

“aww, didn’t you come here to meet me?”

“i meet you if i want to add more injuries to my body. every time i fall, you make me fall harder.”

venti’s eyes go wide. “my, that’s quite the romantic thing to say.”

you sputter out a half-assed denial. “y- you know that’s not what i meant.”

“well, do you want me to sing your bruises better?” he sits up giggling, the tune of his laughter playful.

“very funny, venti- oh dear archons, you don’t have to whip out your lyre harp.”

he strikes a familiar chord, a song of love and mischief, and you cave. it’s so easy for him to quieten you. then again, his melody always calls for attention. it’s so easy to lose track of time with him, and you’re glad you do. life can get hard, even in the city of freedom, and what’s better than the archon himself lifting your spirits? he’s quite good at that, even if he doesn’t realize it.

venti clicks his tongue when he notices you zoned out.

“c’mon now, i’m pouring my heart out for you!”

you roll your eyes. “oh lord barbatos, i don’t believe you could ever surpass the admiration i hold for you already.”

“unimpressive.”

you shake your head, huffing loudly.

“shall we dance then?”

“here?” you look around, furrowing your eyebrows at the steep ledges. no way. but of course, why would the anemo archon ever listen to you? he does as he pleases. you’re pulled to your feet and you take the tiniest of steps in his direction. the motion makes venti laugh, eyes closing. it really is a wonder how he makes the breeze howl in your chest.

“you don’t have to worry, (name),” he grins wider, taking your hands in his. “you can always trust the wind to catch you.”

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #kazuha x reader #zhongli x reader #venti x reader #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact x you #kazuha x you #zhongli x you #venti x you #kazuha fluff #zhongli fluff #venti fluff #genshin scenarios #genshin imagines #kazuha scenarios #zhongli scenarios #venti scenarios #yoimix.hc #yoimix.req #this is exaggerated but you get what i mean #it's funny #ngl ive accidentally walked into a pool before i was sopping wet for a whole evening

[honeykaes]

—𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭

✦ pairing: kazuha  x reader

✦ w/c: 1.4k

✦ warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact

✦ disclaimer: afab!reader with no set pronouns, fingering, foodplay, nipple play, kitchen sex, kazuha smears chocolate and whipped cream on reader, mention of breasts, kazuha calls reader dove, unedited

✦ synopsis: hearing a loud noise in the kitchen, kazuha wakes up to see you failing to bake him a chocolate cake for valentine’s day.

The quiet roar of the heater blew in the small bedroom as dusk began pouring out from the curtains and flooding into the room. As a ray of soft yellow hit Kazuha’s pale face, he hummed, letting a soft sigh escape his lips. He adjusted his body, reaching out a hand out towards your familiar warmth to be greeted with cold sheets instead. He slowly fluttered his long snowy lashes, opening his eyes to see your form wasn’t there—just emptiness and thrown-away sheets. 

As Kazuha furrowed his eyebrows and a soft pout decorated his lips, his eyes widened hearing a crash in the kitchen. He quickly sprung up, hurling the blankets and sheets away from him and dashing toward the source of the noise—the kitchen. 

There you were by the stove, looking eyes widened and lips parted. The kitchen around you looked as if a monsoon railed through it as flour sugar and chocolate seemed to stain many parts of the counter. On the ground, laid a batter now split across. Kazuha let out a sigh, briefly closing his eyes, it seemed that was the source of the loud noise.

“Dove, what are you doing in the kitchen? It’s a mess…you’re a mess,” Kazuha hummed, chuckling a bit as he walked closer to you. His hand wiped a bit of flour that managed to smudge against your cheek as your eyes darted away avoiding his soft autumn-tinted ones.

“...I wanted to try to make you a chocolate cake for Valentine’s Day but I ended up accidentally knocking the batter on the ground…I’m sorry for waking you up and ruining the gift,” you sighed, cheeks hot in embarrassment. Kazuha chuckled again, amused by your reaction before his thumb pressed against your bottom lip. As your lips parted, about to ask him what he was doing, he swiped along it revealing a bit of chocolate on the digit before pressing it against his mouth and sucking it clean.

Your eyes gazed down at his mischievous look, wiping your face to make sure no other ingredients stuck on you without your knowledge.

“T-Thanks Kazuha…” you stammered out. “You seem to always catch me at my most embarrassing moments.” Kazuha shook his head, leaning close to your face.

“This isn’t an embarrassing moment, we all have these kinds of days. Besides, who said I wasn’t going to enjoy what you have,” he replied. You gasped feeling his hands tightly pressed against your waist, lifting you up so you sat on the counter.

“Kazuha…” you called out, wondering what he was doing. He simply flashed you a smile before it morphed into something more seductive. 

“It’s Valentine’s Day, right? So, let me enjoy this chocolate you’ve been using for the cake,” Kazuha murmured. He connected his lips with your own as his cold hands crept underneath your nightshirt, slowly lifting it up and leaving your chest bare. 

As he leaned away—a string of saliva now connecting your glossy lips with his own—your lips quivered in anticipation, watching Kazuha retrieve some chocolate sauce you left out for your cake. He opened the cap with a quick snap before letting the chocolatey thick substance ooze out and beginning to coat your stomach with it. 

Satisfied with the amount he smeared on it, he snapped the cap back on and placed it where he found it. His hands squeezed on your plush thighs before he darted his tongue out, towards the cold and sticky chocolate staining your body. He flattened his tongue before swiping it up, letting the familiar taste hit his senses with a soft moan.

“Look how good you taste, dove. I just can’t seem to help myself,” he moaned out. His hands soon left your thighs and squeezed on the mounds of your chest as he continuously lapped up the chocolate on it. As he finally finished, he leaned up pressing another soft and seductive kiss on your trembling lips—tasting chocolate that was still on his tongue.

As he leaned away, a smirk plastered on his face, he leaned over and grabbed a canister of whipped cream from the counter, before capturing your lips once more. As one hand focused on shaking the canister, his other dipped down beneath your shorts and cupped your sex. A moan escaped your lips feeling the flat of his thumb press against your clit, rubbing small and deliberate circles as they began to dampen from your arousal. 

“My sweet dove, this might be a little cold. Bare with me, beautiful,” he whispered. As he threw the cap away and pointed the nozzle toward your chest, you yelped feeling the cold cream come in contact with your skin—pebbling your nipples. Satisfied with the whipped cream beginning to glide down the mounds of your breast, Kazuha put the canister down and quickly popped a nipple into his mouth.

He hums out, as his finger pressed harder against your sensitive nub. His tongue swirled against the bud of your breast as he sucked the cream away from it and licked you clean. You gasped feeling his digits beginning prodding at your entrance, spoon dipping themselves into your velvety insides. 

“Kazuha,” you cried out, feeling him continue to pump his fingers inside of you. His lips never left your chest, still lapping up the remaining whipped cream on them as he went to address its twin. His tongue felt so hot against your skin as he sucked the rest of the cream off. You shifted your hips, desperate for him to get deeper inside of you as his chuckle reverberated through your upper half. You clung closer to him, nails shooting against his bicep.

“Close. M’close!” you cried out. Kazuha merely shushed you, pumping his now curled fingers even faster inside of you—hitting that spongy part inside of you. You arched your back, mumbling his name over and over again.

“That’s right, just like that, dove. Just like that,” he whispered, laying his head on your chest. You cried out his name loudly as you finally reached your high, rocking your body back and forth as he slowly thrusts his fingers, nursing you through it. As you let out a tired sigh, leaning your head against the cabinet for support.

“Hope you aren’t too tired yet, dove,” he hummed. As he finally left his attention on your breast, he slid his hand out from inside of you, grabbing onto the waistband of your shorts, shimming them down until they fell down onto the cold tiled floor. He soon pulled his briefs down, cock slapping against his lower stomach—pulsating and twitching in excitement. He pumped his member a few times, lining himself up with your entrance, slitting his flushed tip against your slit. 

His head nudged against your overly clit as you sucked a breath in before he finally slide back down and began to slowly sink his cock inside of you. As he soon bottomed out, he grabbed your leg lifting it up against his shoulder so he could get even deeper. 

“You always take me so well, dove,” he groaned before he finally began moving. His pace was slow but deliberate, watching your body move to the pace of his thrusts. As you arched your back again, giving him another beautiful view of your breasts—he offered them a chaste kiss, before quickening his thrusts. 

He’s relentless as his cock stretches you out, moving his hand back up to fondle your clit once more. He grunts once more, feeling your walls beginning to cave in and tighten against him, making his movements more difficult. You cry out his name once again, reaching your second climax of the morning, as his thrusts begin to get sloppy.

“F-Fuck…I’m gonna cum if you keep clinging onto that tightly,” he whispered. He shut his eyes tight, soon following suit as ropes of his hot cum shot inside of you. He bucked his hips, a whimper escaping his lips before slowly exiting his softening cock out of your warmth. 

His eyes intensely watched a small river of cum begin to drip out of your folds and onto the dirtied tile floor below. 

“I wasn’t expecting you to be like this in the morning Kazuha,” you whined as he chuckled. Kazuha grabbed onto your thigh once more, giving him a better view of his cum seeping out of you, before bringing his lips against your clit for a small kiss. He leaned back up with a small smirk, grabbing the dirty bowl still on the ground and placing it near the sink.

“That was all the Valentine’s Day gift needed. You already spoil me plenty enough.”

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader #genshin smut #kazuha x reader #kazuha smut #kazuha imagines #kazuha scenarios

[t4rt4gl14]

— OCTOBER 1ST.

C0NT3NT W4RN1NG($): 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. [ other kinks : blowjob/handjob + praise/degradation ]

FEATURING: zhongli. BONUS -> kazuha !!

K1NKT0B3R L1$T

the oldest and most likely the strongest archon whimpering in your touch. his sticky tip a cherry red and oozing with pre-cum. taking the opportunity and using it as a lubricant.

how you had gotten into this situation was fairly interesting. you expected zhongli to be dominant however with your seduction and touch, he instantly submitted. peering away from your body that was enveloping his, “m-miss y/n i don’t think we should be— mnn!~”, his sentence interrupted with a bite to his neck, “-doing this here..”, the silence afterwards was awkward but you decided to spare him, “of course zhongli, ever so wise..”, you place his tea on the dining table and drag him up the stairs, “let’s take this to the bedroom.”

which is exactly how he ended up here, cumming once more in your mouth, long fingers tugging at your locks; attempting to push you away but failing as the pleasure overcomes him once more. your tongue swirling around the tip and licking the entire underside of his cock. “mmnghh! angh- oh! y-y/n too sensitive!! m’too sensitive dearest!~”, you relish in how he attempts to close his legs and how his back arches off the bed, practically acting like a virgin despite being 6000+. “now now morax~ you’ll stay still won’t you? like a good boy?”, surprisingly he nods, stroking his cock whilst he shakes from the stimulation. “y-yes! i’ll be a good boy! mngh mm~ for you y-y/n.”

★ BONUS ★

ohh kazuha, so humble and quiet— but you plan on making him squel tonight. all with an innocent question to start off. “kazuha can i braid your hair please? :)”, of course he lets you, so he sits in front of you, his back to your chest whilst you brush through his silky hair. once your done you move on to massaging his shoulders , “thank you for the braids dove”, “oh you’ll be thanking me for much more~”

he soon got the idea when you slowly trail your fingers to his chest, feeling around the nipples whilst nipping at his ear— fingers fiddling with his trousers before teasing his cock, “aww hard already?? that’s cute~”, your teasing causing the blood to rush to his dick more, “s-stop teasing—mmgh!”, unexpectedly stroking his shaft; getting all the right spots he soon orgasmed. “oh no :( you came so quickly? what a slut, give me another one.” his body screaming from the electric sensation. “nono! mmmgh aaah!~ cant c-cum again oh my hngg!~”

finally another hot knot builds up and soon snaps, paining your palm a pearly white, licking your fingers clean whilst his body spasms, “thank y-you felt so good..”, he was practically in a daze but you could tel he was sincere, “you’re welcome honey.”

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[tihgnari]

SORRY, IT'S FINE

featuring. kaedehara kazuha tw. angst without a happy ending / wc. 3.9k note. it was a spur of the moment thing haha based on true events

in the eyes of many, kazuha had always been someone unattainable. you've heard the rumors circulating, no matter how much you bury your nose in the spine of your book and pretend not to listen as a group of friends talk about him in hushed whispers. 

"i told you he'll just go back to that chick in psychology, i told you! yet you still went and got yourself involved with him! now look what happened; he ghosted you!"

"wait–'go back' as in get together?"

"no, kazuha and her had never been in a relationship. yuna's rejected him a couple of times now. i don't know why kazuha's still chasing after her."

but if someone were to ask you, it was never kazuha himself that was unattainable. his body, his lips, his sweetened words, and fleeting touches is something he doesn't think twice about offering. but beyond that charming laugh and unfairly gentle eyes is a heart that has always beaten for one person and one person only. 

someone who's not you and never will be.

kazuha may be stupid to think of his feelings otherwise but you were an even bigger fool to believe him. 

—

kazuha first met you when the sky had been crying. raindrops beating loudly against the glass windows of the university's canteen as he waited with dwindling patience for the snarky old woman in the cashier to finish. his wallet, a water bottle, and a bowl of noodles balancing in one hand as his other's outstretched across the counter, waiting for his change with an open palm. 

"sorry, but do you have a smaller bill? we don't have enough yet to give you your change. it's just the morning shift."

kazuha had merely smiled despite wanting to snap but like a good boy who respects his elders, he keeps his mouth shut, tilts his head down in a shallow bow, and says he'll grab his change later in the afternoon before hastily turning around without looking at the person behind him, eager to slurp up his noodles. 

"ow!" you exclaim, rubbing the spot on your throat kazuha had accidentally elbowed when he not-so-gracefully turned on his heels.  

"i'm so sorry!" the boy says, panicked, his sour mood turning into immediate guilt. "sorry! shit–would you like me to send you to the clinic?"

"no," you answer, clipped and short as you massaged the spot on your neck. "no, thanks. it hurts but… i'm fine." then you maneuvered around him and said your order to the old lady, forgetting about him completely. 

kazuha first met you when the sky was crying. raindrops beating loudly against the glass windows, mirroring the odd heavy drum in his heart–an involuntary reaction whenever his eyes land on a certain girl from psychology.

but yuna wasn't there. you were. 

—

"hey," kazuha greeted you, lightly bumping his shoulders the next time he saw you in the line at the canteen. "what?" you ask, surprised and genuinely curious as to why he's talking to you.

"sorry," he says with a small hint of a smile, before walking towards his friends at the front of the line. 

"why is he saying sorry to you?" one of your friends asked, looping an arm around yours as they sneak a peek at the blond boy. 

you shrug. "i have no idea."

—

"sorry," kazuha says, intercepting your way inside the classroom as he pokes his head around the door, looking at you with obvious mirth in his eyes. 

you eye him weirdly. "why do you keep saying sorry to me? is it for when you pierced my neck with your elbow?"

this time, he laughs. "because every time i see you, you look like you're mad at the whole world."

"what? no i don't!"

"your frowny face is cute and all but maybe at least smile sometimes, yeah? maybe i'll get motivated to answer during class recitations."

—

your first mistake was saying "it's just harmless flirting," when your friend had voiced their concern of you getting close to a certain boy. "i'm not an easy girl! i know my limits and what's genuine and what's not. i know his rep."

they scoff. "if he's even being genuine. i can see right through you, you know? i've seen your eyes looking for him in the crowd all the time. why? 'cause he hasn't been hanging around our table at lunch, anymore? can't find him?"

your eyes widen. "oh, really? i didn't notice much."

liar. of course, you did. you noticed from the first day he was absent from your side after weeks and weeks of him stupidly slurping his bowl of noodles loudly as he sat right next to you. 

harmless flirting. just harmless flirting. i know he isn't serious, anyway.

you chant inside your head like a prayer. desperate and on your knees, forehead kissing the ground. because it's just harmless flirting and the odd skip in your heart shouldn't have been this severe when you saw kazuha walk into the canteen with his dazzling smile and gentle eyes. 

"kazu–"

but no amount of sacred prayers and sheer desperation ever readied your delicate heart as he walked past your table, eyes not even bothering to spare you a single glance, and straight towards her–to the girl who single-handedly owns his heart no matter how many times she tramples over it. 

suddenly aware of your best friend's eyes on you, you realize you've been staring at kazuha's back and your force your face into indifference as you busy yourself with stuffing food in your mouth. 

"just harmless flirting, huh?"

—

"i'm glad he's gone. now we can finally chat and talk shit in peace," your friend says, relieved. what you're feeling never could've been more opposite. 

no. you were definitely not trying to actively grapple on updates about kazuha's life as subtle as you can. especially not after he's back to treating you like a stranger again, left high and dry eating dust as he races to her side like a dog whose owner holds out a treat. 

he no longer texts you, sits next to you in class, walks you to the dormitory–hell, he doesn't even meet your eyes. 

and you swore never to let his corny jokes and stupidly adorable laugh trick you into lowering your guard enough for him to weasel his way into your life ever again. 

—

"i've been looking all over for you, (name)!" a familiar voice says, loud enough to get him a few harsh shh from the other occupants in the library. "i don't have a jacket, you see, and i have econ next and you know how freezing the classroom there gets. i was wondering if i can borrow yours if you won't be using it?"

kazuha's pretty face enters your peripheral as he pulls on the empty chair next to you. you don't speak to him but he only grows persistent, his head resting on the table next to the textbook you've been studying to try and catch your eyes. 

he must've felt your anger pulsating from your every pore as he sheepishly starts laughing, straightening his posture on the chair. 

"sorry i haven't been eating lunch with you guys… life just got a little busy haha! what do you want, hm?" he leans over again to catch your eyes. "your kazuha can treat you to any fast food restaurant you want! but before that… pleaseee let me borrow your jacket? i just love the detergent you guys use, it smells really nice."

you know you shouldn't. but you did anyway. 

"thanks, (name)! you're the best!"

your friend can only offer you a sharp glare as you arrive at your dorm at the end of the day, the pink hoodie you left with in the morning nowhere in sight. you just know they've seen the familiar-looking outerwear kazuha's been wearing and burying his head into for the whole day. how could they not? it's your jacket. 

"he's going to ruin you and when he does, don't come crying to me because the only thing i'll tell you is i told you so."

their bedroom door shuts and you don't see nor talk to them for a whole week. and another week after that. and another… and another… and another…

—

"i'm sorry about your friend, (name). i heard you guys haven't been on speaking terms?" kazuha says, pouting as he leans his head on your shoulder while you type away on your laptop. you let him, no longer able to lie to yourself and say you don't want him near you. 

you force a laugh, not having the heart to tell kazuha it was because of him being friends with you. 

"let them be. they'll come around eventually. we've been friends since high school, they love me too much to ignore me forever."

kazuha wraps his arms around you. pulling your laptop away, he nuzzles his face into the side of your neck. you giggle, feeling ticklish of his breath as you try to scurry away. "kazuha what–"

"i'm sorry," he sounded so broken, fragile, unlike the gentleness he always exuded. "i've been unfair to you. you don't have to lie to me–though i have no right to say that to you, either. i know you guys aren't on speaking terms because of me and i know i practically ghosted you the second i heard yuna has something to say to me… i'm sorry. i'm so sorry."

"it's…"

'fine'? 'alright'? 'okay'? no. you know it's not and you should push him and run away and never speak to him ever again just like how he did to you and–

"i've been thinking that… maybe i've been after the wrong girl. me and yuna talked it out and i realized a lot of things. it's also kinda why i hadn't been speaking to you a few weeks ago," his arms tighten around you and your hand itches to pull him even closer. but you don't. 

"i was thinking, maybe we can give 'us' a try, instead? i was an idiot for even bothering with yuna, anyway."

you didn't know what to say, so you tilted your head and stared straight at his eyes long enough for him to get what you're truly asking for. kazuha obliges, soft pillow-like lips meeting yours. 

—

kazuha is a fever dream you never want to wake up from. 

you and your friend–ex-friend–no longer spoke to each other until they eventually announced one day that they'd be moving dorms. you'd thought for sure that seeing kazuha's genuine intentions of being with you would've surely hindered them and dissolved their anger, but alas, your friend had always been stubborn. 

"i stand by what i said. he'll just ruin your life, and god forbid i'm in the front row seat."

kazuha made sure you weren't alone–you asked that of him yourself, hands clutched on his clothes with a vice-like grip as tears ran down your cheeks. you reminded him of sailors drowning at sea, arms reaching out to hold onto something to keep them afloat, to keep them alive and not be swept under the unforgiving waves. 

but whether or not it's because you felt heartbroken over losing a friend or you just wanted an excuse to keep him close to calm your growing insecurities, you don't know. 

—

kazuha has a funny way of showing you he loves you. he cuddles up to your side, sighs, and says it was the best feeling ever all the while you fume in silence. he says it's all for fun and games. he says he does it because he found your jealousy cute. he says it gives him an excuse to fawn over you. 

"kazuha should we get popcorn or–" but the person you were speaking to is already out of sight. talking to a girl you've never met nor seen before in another aisle at the groceries and leaving you all alone. 

when he catches up to you, all he has to say was "sorry it's just miyuki and i haven't caught up with each other for a long while. met her at a party once but too bad she's in a different university entirely."

that, you can forgive. you see a friend you haven't interacted with for a long time of course you'd want to catch up with them. you just wished he wouldn't do it while you're spending time with him. 

"baby?" he calls yet you don't speak and he knows it's his cue. "sorry. i won't do it again, i promise. it was wrong of me to leave like that. you know how much i love you, right?"

it was a never-ending vicious cycle that slowly ate away at both of you. he was just too friendly with the opposite sex and you were too paranoid. sometimes you wonder if yuna herself had anticipated this of kazuha and was probably one of the reasons why she kept saying no. 

it all comes to a tipping point when you hear kazuha rejecting a confession in the hallway. 

"ah, sorry cutie but i already have a girlfriend! are you willing to wait until we break up?"

but the goofy expression on his face drops when he realizes you've been standing there the whole time and he sees the betrayal on your face. you spin in your heels to walk away, ignoring the desperate voice behind you calling for your name. 

"wait! (name)! it was just a joke! please, i was just kidding. i'm sorry, okay? i love you. only you."

you wonder if he's like this because he knows you can never resist him. because he knows he can take as many chances as he wants to screw up 'cause he knows you'll take him back with open arms. you wonder if this is why he's given up on yuna, because he knows yuna will never tolerate this behavior like you did. 

but then again, kazuha loved yuna. truly, kazuha did. vaguely, you wonder how he would've acted if he had been in a relationship with yuna instead. he'll never even dream of treating her this way because he knows it took all his effort and hard work for yuna to say "yes."

when kazuha wipes your tears and kisses your forehead, you want to sob and ask him to save you from these thoughts. but you're too scared of what voicing them out will entail so you don't cry out for help even if you need it. you can't. 

it'll only serve to break the illusion of your happy relationship, so you wrap your arms around his waist and forgive him once again. 

—

kazuha is a free spirit but he doesn't want to admit that to you when peace and quiet has become such an abnormality in your relationship. you'd fight, kiss, make up. fight, kiss, make up. he couldn't say it, so kazuha's friends were the ones to say it then. 

"you know, (name)," one of kazuha's friends says, sitting down next to you in the library. "i'd hate to impose on the relationship but, have a little more trust in kazuha, yeah? i get it he can be quite a flirt sometimes. but that guy loves you, i know it. but just a little advice–i'm sure you wouldn't want to lose him, right? so try not to be so… controlling? paranoid? 

think about how kazuha feels, i bet it's exhausting just being the one who's always pouring their love and attention."

"is that what he said to you?"

silence means yes. 

you stood up then with tears in your eyes as you briskly walked out of the library. you've always felt the relationship has become a little… strained lately and you know kazuha's probably feeling just as many things as you did but this was his fault. his overly friendly nature is something that cuts down your self-esteem and causes you to act in ways you never wanted to act. 

nevermind. you can just talk it out with him. you'll talk it out and you both will make it work. it has to work. 

—

it was when you were both getting ready to attend a house party his friend's hosting when kazuha snaps and asks why you've been oddly quiet with him. 

"are you sure you're not mad?" kazuha asks, tilting your face for you to stare into his eyes. "did i do something wrong? why do you look, tense and… tired?"

guilt gnaws in your stomach. did you turn him into this? turned him into somebody paranoid like you? made him walk eggshells around you? maybe his friend was right. maybe you should loosen up a little and try to have more trust in kazuha. 

you smile and kazuha wishes you didn't because he hates your forced smiles. why is it the only thing he's been getting from you for the past few days?

"i just wanted to give you a little space, that's all. a little break from all our fighting. trying to understand my feelings better and the things i've been doing wrong in the relationship. it's nothing about you, you did nothing wrong."

kazuha's tensed shoulders visibly relax as he nods, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead. "i love you, you know that, right?" he asks, sounding unsure. 

silence means yes but kazuha wished you'd said "yes" out loud. 

—

you wanted to get drunk and flush out all your worries. it was your first party, after all, and you want to savor it and make good memories so you forget about all the things you've been feeling for the past few days and try enjoying your time with kazuha as much as you can and your boyfriend seems to be feeling the same way. 

it was half past three in the morning when you stumbled out from the bathroom floor, legs like jell-o and unable to support your weight as you slid down the walls, not that any pain registered in your bottom due to your drunken haze. 

what really sobered you up was a familiar lock of blond hair leaning against the wall across the room. you can't see clearly because of the light but you won't mistake those gentle eyes anywhere. 

it was kazuha talking to yuna. they look like they were enjoying themselves. you disappear for a second and kazuha's already up and about to talk with the next girl? only this wasn't just any girl. this was yuna. 

no. no, you can't think that way. you were just having the best time of your life with kazuha only moments ago, something you and him haven't felt with each other in a long time. they're just talking! you shouldn't feel too paranoid. it'll all be good in the end and you and kazuha can finally talk everything out. 

—

the next morning, you see a text message. 

i have something to say to you, can we talk?

you stare at kazuha's text for a good minute until you notice the time. shit! you slept in and you were going to be late so you quickly texted him back saying that talk can wait because you had classes to attend to–but the situation must've been dire, for when you opened the door, kazuha stood before you in all his glory. 

"hey!" you exclaim, surprised and still half asleep. "can we talk later? i think i'm going to be–"

"this won't take long, don't worry," he cuts you off, walking past you and inviting himself into your dorm with haste.

maybe it was the still aching hangover in your head or maybe it was the sleep numbing your senses, but only now did the tone and implication of his text make sense to you. heart-stricken with fear, a scenario popped into your head: of kazuha and yuna last night. talking and having a good time–had kazuha ever smiled or laughed like that when he was with you? had his eyes sparkled so brightly when staring into you?

"(name)?" that snaps you out of it. 

"oh, right," you monotonously answer. "sorry, blanked out for a minute there." you sit down on the sofa facing him, who stands across from you in the living room. 

"aren't you going to sit?" you say, patting the side next to you. 

"i know this is unfair to you. i know it is and i'm so sorry…" you wanted to tune out everything he wanted to say then. "it's just–yuna and i talked last night. it was all casual, there wasn't even a strand of awkward tension in the air unlike what we always have back when i was still chasing after her and…"

you wanted to rip your ears off. you don't want to listen to him. you clutch at your arms, trying to comfort yourself for when he–

"…i realized i haven't fully moved on from her. from yuna. and i'm so sorry, this is so unfair. i know it is! but–"

"it's okay," you say, unfeeling. tears pricked your eyes but you didn't want to cry in front of him. you don't want him to hurt your pride as much as he already had. as much as you already let him. "it's okay, kazu, really. if that's what you're feeling, who am i to stop you from someone you truly want?"

"no… no! it's not like that!" he crosses the room in big urgent strides, kneeling before you and grabbing your shoulders. 

you pull away. he doesn't reach out. you wished he did. 

"i love you," he says. 

you remember how much you loved it when he said it to you every day, every minute, every moment he could, every after a fight, but now you realize he's just saying it to convince himself that he loves you even when he never did. 

"i love you and god knows how much i really wanted this to work. i truly did and–"

"that's enough, kazuha. please."

he stops not because you asked him to but because he noticed the crack in your voice and the glossy sheen in your eyes and that you were barely, just barely, trying to stop yourself from breaking in front of him. 

"i get it," you blink, bravely meeting his eyes and kazuha wanted to die right then and there. you were tired and scarred and it's all because of him. 

"you don't have to explain yourself more than you need to. i'm glad you said it to me as soon as you can. i get it, okay? so don't mind me and go get your girl," you force out a smile, tone changing in a painfully cheerful manner as you pretend to be okay. "now can you please just get out of the dorm? i have classes to attend to, you know?"

he hugs you one last time and you pull him as close as you can, savoring his warmth and distinct smell for as long as he allows you to before he pulls away and you can no longer do anything to hold him back. 

when the door closes and you're all alone, your strong resolve caves in and you cry your heart out, tears a never-ending river as you cried and cried and cried. unbeknownst to you, kazuha stands before your door, punishing himself and listening to the pain he had caused another person who had only wanted to love him. 

with your head buried in your knees and your eyes bloodshot, your mind lingers back to the day he bumped into you.

"i'm so sorry!"

"it hurts but… i'm fine."

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[mimissubway]

just the simple things in life

MINORS DNI pairing : kazuha x afab! reader (fem pronouns) tw: SMUT, good ol' vanilla smut, petnames (darling, dove) tags: kazuha smut, established relationship, fem&male receiving, choking on cock, degradation (if u squint), simple aftercare word count: 1k author note: i have not written smut in such a long time, im so rusty, thank u for waiting

Kazuha has always liked the simple things in life. He loves the sounds of the wind, he loves that his daily dose of tea has the right bit of sweetness in it, he loves the feeling of him pounding himself into you.

And oh god does he love that last one. He loves it so much that he could choose to pound you every day above everything. The feeling of his cock deep into your hole. After every thrust your walls close in tighter and tighter around him. You always want to milk him dry, making sure he comes inside of you. You both fucked like rabbits. Anytime the both of you were free or in the mood you would find him already on top of you.

It was another one of those nights. He came home later than usual but it wasn’t uncommon for him to do so, working on the Crux meant coming home whenever the wind decides to bring you home and you understood that. It might be due to your hormonal habits you felt really impatient and needy so the moment Kazuha came home you were already on your knees.

“Someone is a little bit eager hmm?”

Kazuha knew exactly what to do to get you even more wet, his little tease made your core pulse.

“Please... Zuha”

You begged him, while your fingers danced on his belt strap. His hand caresses your face, he coos at you. Seeing you that desperate for his cock got him hard. With every passing moment the both of you got more heated up. It didn’t take too long until the both of you were half naked making out on your couch.

With Kazuha on top of you, his shirt long tossed on the ground with your bottoms pushed down to your feet. Both of your tongues fought each other for dominance while his hands roamed around your body first on your waist then slowly going down to your thigh. You pulled away from the kiss to breathe and Kazuha began to part your legs from each other. Placing his knee in between to prevent you from closing them. He went down in between your thighs looking up at you for consent. You nodded and he proceed to lick a strip down your clothed clit. You grabbed onto his hair as he pushed your panties aside and blew his hot breath against your clit. You felt your core burn with need, you needed him.

“Stop teasing me and just give it to me!”

You whined and Kazuha could only laugh at your desperation.

“Good things come for those who wait, be patient my dove,”

He stuck his tongue into your soaking cunt, his tongue began exploring your hole tasting up every drip you had for him. Your moans and his sloppy licks filled the room. His tongue flicked a faster pace when started getting close. You squirted all over his face and he had a big cocky smile on his face. You used your hands to cover your face from embarrassment. He simply laughed and kissed your cheek.

“Let’s continue this in the bedroom,”

You nodded and he carried you bridal style into your shared bedroom. He helped you out of the rest of your clothes until you were fully nude in front of him. You blushed in embarrassment.

“Why am I the only one naked?”

“If you wanted to see me naked, you should have said so,”

He smirked and dropped his pants down, his hard cock protruded out of his pants. His tip was swollen red with a shiny sheen of precum dripping out. You were taken aback, every time you both fuck you can’t help but to feel a bit intimidated by his cock but at the same time you’re mesmerize by it. Its long with the right amount of thickness to it, the color is a nice shade of peachy tan. It’s probably the prettiest dick you’ve ever seen.

He sees your eyes gleam at his cock, he brushes your hair behind your ear, a subtle way of asking you to suck it. You understood and nodded at him, brushing your lips against his tip, he gently held onto your cheek. You tease him by giving kitten licks to his tip. He rubs your cheek.

“Dove, please...”

The desperation in his voice is quite prevalent. His thumb rubbed the apple of your cheeks as you take in his tip, your tongue danced around the crevices. He couldn’t take it anymore and pushed your head down to choke on him. Your eyes welled up from the lack of oxygen, your words getting muffed on his cock.

“There, there dove,”

Kazuha comforts you before letting your head go. Your mouth was filled with drool and precum.

“Aren’t you just a dirty girl,”

He kissed your lips tasting himself on you. He gently pushes you down on the bed while he climbs on top of you, his fingers wander to your clit, sticking a finger in a flicking up on your sweet spot. Your juices coat your cunt in a sticky sheen. He positions himself and rams into you. Your back arches and moans spill out of your mouth.

“Fuck!”

You curse out as Kazuha eagerly thrust faster and faster into you. Your walls close tighter on his cock, milking him. Pants and moans fill the room as the both of you get closer to your high. His thrust became sloppier by the minute with his high reaching. It didn’t take much longer till Kazuha shot his load into you. He pulls out of you and watch as his cum drip out of your hole. Feeling exhausted, He collapsed at the empty space right next to you and kissed your forehead.

“You’re so good to me dove, I love you so much,”

He praises you and pulls you in for a cuddle. The both of you just lay there for awhile before getting cleaned up.

Oh, does he love the simple things in life

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[sakkiichi]

AUGUST.

Glimpses of the departed month go by as you reminisce by the sea.

ft. Kaedehara Kazuha x gn! reader.

cw/genre: fluff, romance.

I honestly don’t know how to feel about this piece… definitely not my best work, but I wrote it, so I’m posting it. I hope someone still likes it.

if you enjoy this, reblogs and comments help more than likes !

Blue.

Said alone, the word might have had a tendency for melancholy, cold, turbulence.

However, if anyone were to ask you right now, you’d deny every negative connotation the color might have ever been related to.

Because to you, blue was dusks by the sea; moments right after the last coppery rays had hidden behind the expanse of an ocean you could only wish to unveil all secrets of.

And perhaps, you liked this moment of day because the infinity of blue before you mirrored the feelings in your heart at ease.

Feelings of unbridled affection, boundless love.

For him.

Fair hair falls over his shoulders, like silk weaved out of stars, its tips illusory rose with the fading daylight. His eyes are closed against the marine breeze, flecks of moondust clinging to his lids, casting enchanting shadows over his cheeks. His shirt has been discarded, droplets sliding down his bare torso, as if he had bathed in a pool of starlight. A black leather cord rests against his tempting collarbones, a vibrant scarlet maple leaf charm dangling tantalizingly over his chest.

A dreamy sigh escapes your lips, mingling with the sounds of foamy waves lapping at the white sand.

Kazuha.

He was always nothing short of ethereal, but something about him in the dimming light of a late summer’s nightfall, felt inherently magical.

“I’m going to miss this, Kazuha.” You finally say, resting your chin on your boyfriend’s shoulder.

He gently leaves a kiss to your forehead, his hand finding yours over the towel you’re sitting on. Scars jut like jagged rocks against which waves break, in the same way lightning snuffed out a life dear to him all that time ago.

And yet, the smile on his lips is almost palpable when he says:

“We’ll be able to come back, my dove.” His thumb runs soothing circles over the back of your hand. “Before we realize, summer will greet us again.”

You chuckle. Kazuha had such a poetic way of approaching things; even when the sun went pitch black, he would forever remain a beacon of hope to you.

“I know, I know…” You clarify. “It’s just… I wish I had more free time to spend with you like this during the year…”

As much as autumn brought found memories and your beloved’s birthday, September always had a tendency to leave you yearning for the long days of summer.

Echoes of August replayed behind your eyelids every time you closed them, reminiscent of stolen instances held in the brief minutes in which the sky was dyed in shades of neither day or night.

Those eyes that held the suns of a million dawns focus on you. Starlight from constellations that will sleep soon seem to frame them, those long lashes fluttering in tune with your heart.

“I know, my angel…” Your lover utters, as he delicately tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’d like to stay with you like this, for all eternity…” His stare of gentle embers takes you in.

His muse, his perfect love, his forever.

The samurai’s free hand reaches to cup your cheek, his touch, a dove’s first flight in its tenderness.

Beneath the darkening skies, you were the brightest star. Every lash, every pore and freckle, the everglow that fueled his verses.

“But we’ll always have the weekends,” He reassures, those fingers that penned the most romantic eulogies tracing your jawline, the column of your neck, your exposed collarbones.

Dilated pupils stare at his lips, images of kisses coated in ice cream and cocktails flashing through your dazed mind.

“And every summer after that.” The poet adds, noses mere millimeters away now, separated only by salt air and dying sunlight’s rust.

“Every summer.” You repeat.

Then, the magnetic force of both your desire-ridden lips reigns over, his kiss, an intoxicating collision.

Your hands lock behind Kazuha’s neck, pulling him closer. The droplets of sea water on him feel cool, flecks of stardust tattooing your skin in every place your bodies touch.

The wandering samurai’s lips are an expanding sunrise, and you, the tsunami that desperately reaches for his light-tinted heavens.

One of his hands sets on the soft sand, keeping him upright, while his scarred one tenderly cups your cheek. Your lean against him is soothing, healing, clear August skies, birdsong written in between retreating clouds.

Behind the undulating horizon, gold dyes silver.

Constellations begin to waltz far above, the lovers by the sea, their directing lyrics.

It’s a symphony about a season that will never die, its score inscribed in indelible blue ink in the heat of yours and Kazuha’s fervent kisses.

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