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. [❥] Kaedehara Kazuha x Reader

. [❥] still 3.3 Akitsu Kimodameshi event and making out with kazuwa in chinju forest. No beta, unedited. Fluff.

There is that hidden mischievous nature of kazuha that drives you insane and his inability to hold back when it comes to riling you up. He isn't as docile as his face lets on and often times uses it to his advantage.

Though his calm and composed poise may have attributed to this common misconception, you're not so easy to be deceived but it's no hard work for Kazuha to string you along his little mind games.

That enchanting pull of his lips when he comes close just within kissing distance and yet not exactly granting you even the lightest of peck on your lips. When you're desperately inching forward, he pulls back just a little bit. He's teasingly dangling that promised temptation just within your reach.

You can feel him smile through the warm puff of his breath fanning your cheeks. This almost made you whine, scrambling closer on his lap, hands fisting against his clothes.

"Kazuha... Please..."

When you beg, his hand around your waist, rubs sensually against your back as if in consolation. The pad of his palms follows along your spine as it dips inside your shirt. Heat follows his touch that makes something blossom from within you.

Kazuha grants you amnesty with a trail of kisses to your jaw, his soft and warm lips making contact with your skin. It's a little wet and you can feel his devilish grin when he retreats from your glare.

In the distance, you hear a scream followed by frantic footsteps running in different directions and you cling tightly against Kazuha. Both of your hands circling around his shoulders as your eyes try to look for the source.

"Relax." You hear him whisper, his smooth voice making you shudder in delight. He must have felt your apprehension. "No one can see us here."

Kazuha's hand begins to wander upward, sliding from your hips, to your sides, until he's cupping your cheeks. His thumb is rubbing circle against your cheek, where heat begins to rise, and lays upon your lower lip and wipes it. He presses against your body, wanting to be as close as possible, and tilts his head to aim for a kiss.

After what felt like forever, you feel the languid sway of his lips on you, breathing what's left of the oxygen you have at the lightheaded kiss he's offering in apology for the tease. It's patronizing, the way he moves and knowing exactly how you want it to be. He savors every touch to bask in the intimacy and desire to be alone together after quite a while that he's been away overseas.

You follow along his tango, missing him just the same as your hand comes up behind his neck, fingers digging through the soft tresses of his hair.

You hear another shout and the sharp voice of Paimon followed by another round of what seems like a fight. It's quite faraway but that doesn't stop you from worrying that you might get caught as you try to bury yourself as closely as you can against Kazuha. He chuckles against your lips and squeezes you in a hug as if telling you to focus.

"I can't believe this-" you try to speak through the kiss. "-is how I'll be spending my most awaited day off."

You humm softly feeling delirious and lightheaded. You're getting out of breath, heart racing wildly against your chest, and yet you still can't quite get enough of him as you pull him closer and closer to you.

Kazuha's tempo begins to pick up as he tries to keep your mouth shut. He can hear Aether and Paimon slowly making their way to where you are. It's like the torch of avarice had been ignited inside him that he's feeling the urgency. He's groping all over your body, touching more and more with fervor.

"Do you think the dango milk is around here?" You picked up Paimon's voice and you're pushing yourself up from Kazuha's lap who refuses to let go of your hand. "Oh! Is that-"

Suddenly, you're hearing Paimon calling out for your name, finding your spot in a dense area of trees.

"We've been looking all over for the dango milk but we can't find it! What about you two? Any success from your search?"

Aether glances at you then moves to Kazuha who's slowly standing from his spot in narrowed eyes as if he knows exactly what you were doing. Kazuha is nonchalantly dusting off whatever dirt that might be clinging to his clothes and shoot the two a soft smile.

You cough against your fist to hide your blush and straighten out your clothes as discreetly as you can from the gazes of the two.

One thing is only certain from what Aether could see, Kazuha is definitely on a different kind of search.

in the safety of your arms, he can exist.

wanderer x reader

summary: when the past comes to haunt him in his sleep and he wakes up in a panic, there's an unspoken agreement that you leave him be and never speak of it moving forward. however, he can only pretend for so long.

genre: angst/comfort, fluff warnings: descriptive nightmare word count: 1,347

a/n: i'm back with more fluff ╰ (´꒳`) ╯ this one's kinda dark, not sure if nightmares should be a warning but figured i'd add it just in case. enjoy!

every now and then when he closes his eyes and drifts off to sleep, it feels like he’s there again. surrounded by raging flames in the middle of a small burning house with danger closing in and despair bubbling under his skin, forced to face a reality he never wanted to be a part of. 

those words that had once given him another sliver of hope,

“but what if… hearts can be born from ashes?”

faded away in a storm of ash and soot, fueled by the bitter flames of deception. 

why him?

what did he do to deserve this?

why won’t anyone just stay with him?

he drops to his knees with a wretched sob, vision swimming with tears that fall from his eyes with practiced ease. in the distance the sounds of familiar voices grow louder as they approach, cackling and chanting while the puppet digs his nails into the ground. 

he can pick out every individual voice, can practically see their faces as they antagonize him from every direction. the one who abandoned him, the one who feared him, the one who lied to him, the one who tricked him. they all smile and laugh as their detached heads dance around him in a maddening show of victory, as if they’re celebrating the way he curls up and frantically covers his ears. 

let me out.

they inch closer, he can feel their breath against his skin every time they open their mouths. 

let me out let me out let me out.

the one who tricked him suddenly grows a twisted, clawed arm that starts reaching towards him, hand outstretched aiming right for his chest. 

LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT-

he jolts awake and lurches forward with a gasp, arms immediately wrapping around himself as he quivers in fear and waits for the hand to grab him. 

one. 

two. 

three seconds pass before he realizes the voices are gone, the roaring sound of flames replaced by a dead silent room accompanied only by the sound of soft breathing somewhere next to him. 

he slowly lifts his head to peer over his shoulder and ends up meeting your eyes from where you were sat scribbling away into a journal before he suddenly sat up. you acknowledge each other, and there’s poorly hidden concern all over your face, but no words are spoken and you shortly go back to what you were doing before, the way he demanded you to the first time this happened. it was just a senseless nightmare, he doesn’t want nor need your worry or pity. 

he tries focusing his attention on objects around the room, willing his limbs to stop shaking so hard he can barely keep a grip on himself, but that feeling won’t go away. he can still feel multiple pairs of eyes staring through him, hear whispers of their elated mockery in the air. but no matter how hard he tries, minutes pass by and a lump starts forming in his throat with each ticking second. 

he can tell you’ve noticed this when he hears the sound of your quill against the paper slow to a stop, knows you’re looking in his direction, but he keeps his head tucked down into his knees and bites his tongue against the way he’s about to fall apart at the seams. 

“hey,” you call out softly. the sound of your voice rings clearly in the silence and tears immediately start gathering in his eyes at your gentle tone. 

on the other side of the room, you’re fidgeting with the pen in your hand and trying to carefully select your next choice of words as to not worsen the situation. he looks so lonely, so afraid all curled in on himself while using every last bit of his willpower to keep it together, and you are so, so tired of seeing him suffer. 

“are you…okay?”

three words, and the dam breaks. when he slowly lifts his head to face you there are tears streaming freely down his cheeks in fat droplets and a remorseful look on his face. not towards you, but towards his own weakness and the way he failed to keep it under control over nothing more than a measly nightmare. 

your eyes soften immediately at the sight and you’re up from your seat in an instant, silently crossing the room while the wanderer glares at you through his blurry vision. he tenses up as you hesitantly sit next to him with your hands clutched tightly together in your lap, wanting so badly to help but not wanting to cross a boundary while he’s in such a vulnerable state. 

you both stare at each other silently for a few seconds before you finally speak up, voice coming out as an unsure whisper. “do you wanna talk about it?”

he bites his lip and shakes his head, a movement so slight you only managed to catch it because of the moonlight peeking in through the window behind him, and nod your head wordlessly in response. he’s still shaking, you can feel it under the shabby mattress you’ve been calling a bed, and your hands start reaching towards him before you can even register the decision to do so. 

you only managed to lift them a few inches before there’s a sharp intake of breath and he curls in on himself impossibly tighter, seeing a flash of the jagged hand that had been reaching out to grab him before he had woken up. you freeze and quickly bring them back to your lap as guilt rushes through you. “sorry! i’m sorry, i-“

you cut off your apology when he says something, so quiet and muffled that you can’t catch a single bit of it. 

“what?” you whisper softly, meeting his eyes again as he slightly unfurls from himself. 

“please,” he repeats himself louder this time. there’s a heart wrenchingly desperate sort of look in his gaze has you instantly forgetting all of your previous awkwardness as you lift your hands again and hook them around his body to pull him into your embrace. he looks furious, uncomfortable, and anxious all at once, but in the end the grief he’s remembering so vividly overpowers everything else and he lets you tuck his head into your neck with a defeated sob. 

his arms finally unwrap themselves from around his knees and he immediately clutches onto your shirt for dear life as you hold him. he really is trembling like a leaf, body so tightly wound that he feels almost entirely solid against you. on instinct you start absentmindedly running a hand through his hair in a comforting manner as his tears dampen your shirt, yet he makes not a single sound as he cries silently in your arms. 

“shhhh,” you whisper gently, tightening your hold on him a fraction as the situation starts to catch up with you and you feel tears start to prick your own eyes. “you’re okay, it’s okay. everything is fine.”

with the rhythmic feeling of your fingers against his scalp and your steady heartbeat to fill the silence of his racing mind, his shaking eventually slows to a stop and his tears finally run dry as you continue to hold him and coo soft reassurances every now and then until your eyes are starting to slip closed with fatigue. 

he knows he should be embarrassed, ashamed, angry, and so many other things, but in the safety of your arms he can’t bring himself to fight the lull of your steady presence, so instead he mutters a weak and exhausted, “don’t leave me.” into your shirt. he didn’t intend for you to hear but, of course, you did, and like it’s the most obvious and casual thing ever respond with an equally as quiet, “okay.”

this time, when his eyes slip shut and he falls into unconsciousness again, the past leaves him alone. in the safety of your arms, nothing tries to haunt him. nothing holds him back. 

in the safety of your arms, he can exist. 

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A Dozen Reasons To Love You

Cyno × GN! Reader

Reason 1: You never really seemed to fear him.

He'd understand if you did, like most people he met, and he wouldn't hold it against you. Yet you hadn't. You'd met his stern gaze with an unwavering warmth, seemingly unphased by the sharpness of his eyes.

Reason 2: There was an odd comfort in holding your hand.

The first time was when he was helping you up, lending a hand to pull you up a ledge that you couldn't seem to jump to. Like a crackle of electricity, his hand felt warmer with yours, though he was certain you hadn't done anything, and neither had he. Surely his vision wasn't faulty?

Reason 3: You look like an oasis.

As far as he's concerned, he never really feels all that tired with you. From the way he can easily rest his head in your lap and let your fingers comb through his snowy locks, to the way you'd listen to anything he has to say as he does off under your care. He feels at peace with you, like returning to a warm home. He's certain it wouldn't feel complete if you weren't there for him with your bright smile and gentle gaze.

Reason 4: He likes the way you lean on him when you're tired.

He's strong, undoubtedly so, and it's a reason many fear him. However, it's also a source of pride for him that you're able to find solace in his strength. He loves the way you seem so at ease as he shifts your head to lay on his chest so he can cuddle you. Most of all, he thoroughly enjoys your little murmurings as you slumber, all sorts of odd thoughts seeming to run through your dreamscape.

Reason 5: He likes the snacks you prepare for him.

He's never been a picky eater, not has he ever really fussed over fixed meal times. Yet you insist on him not skipping meals, constantly reminding him that it isn't something he can "leave till later". He found it quite pointless at first, but with time, find himself looking forward to tasting what you had for him with increasing anticipation each time.

Reason 6: You remind him of plants - of the pretty fruits and flowers that decorate Sumeru's natural landscape.

Or rather, it'd be more accurate to say that he sees you in everything. Cyno thinks of you as he happens to pick fruit, trying to recall if it was one of your favourites. He thinks of you as he catches a whiff of flowers he passes by. He imagines you beside him as he looks at his reflection in the water, because truly, the grand blue sky dotted with fluffy white clouds was a peaceful sight he'd love to share with you every day for the rest of your lives.

Reason 7: You fit so nicely in his embrace.

It was like you were made to be held by him; it simply came so naturally for him to hug you and pull you close. It feels like the world around goes quiet and he can rest to the sound of your heartbeat like a steady rythmn, egging his own to try match up.

Reason 8: He loves the way you stifle a laugh when he tells a bad joke.

People don't find him funny, he's well aware of that. Yet when you laugh, he can't fully comprehend that it's him you're laughing at, and even if he did, he doesn't think he minds if he gets to see that mischievous glint in your eye. Sure, he may be the joke in your eyes, but it would mean he makes you happy, and the more he realises how happy he is about that fact, the more he starts to realise how important you are to him.

Reason 9: He likes looking into your eyes.

There's something simply mesmerising about looking into your eyes as you watch the stars together. The desert is cold at night, and with you in his arms he can easily see every constellation reflected in your eyes. Of course, he isn't exactly looking at those either; the stars are but an excuse to keep admiring you in the gentle luminance that has him softer than a bird's down feathers.

Reason 10: The way you move has him mesmerised.

It's like a dance and he's enchanted. It doesn't matter what level of grace and dexterity you have (or lack) because whatever it is, he can't seem to take his eyes off you. Regardless, you're lovely to him, and he's joyful to see you at your most naturally content.

Reason 11: The way you try your best for him tends to squeeze his heart a little each time.

It's sickeningly sweet. While he instinctively does what he can to care for you and provide anything you might ask for or want from him, you reciprocating that behaviour very much has him swooning. You got a limited edition card for that TCG game he loves? He can't believe you actually thought to do that for him. And it's not because he thinks lowly of you - he just doesn't expect it from you, because you're enough for him as you are.

Reason 12: As much as he feels the need to take care of you, it doesn't feel quite as unnatural when you're the one taking care of him.

And really, it makes sense. He enjoys when you dote on him, because you're his other half. Who else would nag him for not treating his injuries early and cracking a joke before he told you about said wounds? Who else would fuss over him as they tended to him, sighing as they kiss his cheek with a request that he be more careful? There is no one he can imagine who would ever look at him with the soft adoration you do, and he doesn't want to. He can't. You've consumed his heart in its entirety, and he's forgotten how to hold it, entrusting it to you as he guards yours with due diligence.

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『♡』 "just look at me, forget everything else" + alhaitham (tw: injury)

he knew the symptoms of shock well.

it may not be his expertise, the human body and all its intricacies was never of much interest to him. leave that to the doctors and biologists of the world — he knew what he needed to know to get by, and turned his attention elsewhere.

your body is wracked with shivers, pupils blown out, hands clammy to the touch. the piercing wound in your side red and angry; an eremite had been aiming for his blind spot and you intercepted it in his stead.

“eyes on me.” he tilts your chin upwards with an uncharacteristic gentleness. “just look at me, forget everything else.”

he needed to keep you calm. alhaitham knows he’s no good at this kind of thing, but he cares too much about you to let you die.

“you’re going to go into shock if you don’t slow your breathing,” his grip on your hand tightens, “deep breaths, not shallow.”

“sorry, i’m sorry,” your teeth chatter, and he sighs, quickly shedding his coat and placing it on your shoulders. his hand strokes up and down your arm, trying to warm you up.

“stop apologizing.” his stern green eyes meet yours, “i’ll get you back to aaru village and they can bandage you up there. but before i move you i need you to calm down.”

“i’m never taking a hit for you again, asshole.” you mutter out through clenched teeth, and alhaitham grins.

if you still had that much bite, he wasn’t going to lose you. good.

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imagine this: you're itoshi rin's best friend and you have been since grade school, somehow enduring the period of his life when he pushed everyone away after his and sae's fallout.

you were the only one that didn't budge at his sudden coldness, stubborn and unrelenting against his metal walls that eventually melded to encompass you too. you're the only one he actively wonders about during his time at blue lock as well, thinking about whether you were okay or not during the time that he could spare.

you show up to the blue lock u20 match, sat in the spot reserved for family as you cheer for him until your throat hurts, shouting your heart out whenever rin holds the ball.

you ask him if he could hear you cheering for him after the match, he wraps you up in his jersey and nods. despite how hellish his night has been, it's been made a little better by seeing you.

for the two weeks he has off blue lock, rin intends to spend it all with you. the problem was, the second day that you're out and about, you just so happen to bump in to the rest of the blue lock players.

immediately, rin wants to drag you away, not wanting to dampen his holiday with these idiots, but bachira being bachira, invites you to hangout with them during the day. everybody can see how miserable their precious, star player is, grumbling and complaining under his breath whilst you try to at least comfort him. you're grabbing him by his arm to pull him towards something fascinating, you let him take the first sip or bite of whatever food you bought, and you always allow him to take the vacant spot beside you.

it's chigiri who truly is ballsy enough to ask why rin lingered with you rather than just going home if he was going to be so miserable.

his response is: 'wherever y/n strays, i follow'.