belle!

she/her, 20

[kamisatoes]

♡ welcome ♡

ABOUT ME belle!! she/her, 20 y/o, bookworm, anime fan, gamer, simp for fictional men, infp, aspiring writer

RULES basic dni criteria, no nsfw content, accept and respect triggers/warnings of others/myself

WHAT I WRITE fluff, headcanons, scenarios, (short/long) series

PLATFORMS faeriesayo on ig

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MASTERLIST includes genshin, honkai star rail

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[kamisatoes]

Why does it say 18 in your bio but 17 in your pinned 🤨

oh I forgot to change it, I had my birthday last month!

[azullumi]

"honey in your mouth when you say my name" ; aventurine

premise— happiest birthday to the man who had stardust on his wake and the sun for a soul; he was warm and he was everything you have ever dreamed for. this is a gift to the man who knew cruelty all his life but remained kind despite the cracks and blood on his skin.

content tags — 2.1 QUEST SPOILER, established relationship, soft aventurine (WE SAY IN UNISON), angst and fluff, a few metaphors, mentions of death and blood, birthday sadness (idk what u call that), NOT PROOFREAD I DID THIS ON A RUSH, 1.4K ; one-shot (bullet-form)

note — i have exams tomorrow and a lot of things due but the moment i heard it was his birthday, i wrote this for him AAAAAAAAAAAAA

AVENTURINE can still remember the smell of rain the day blood filled the line of his vision. It’s horrifying, haunting, sharp in all of its corners as it finds him in a sunny morning when he tries to look for the pieces of himself scattered on his floor, hidden beneath the carpet (and when he lifts the pattern, he’ll find torn and broken memories of when he was still young and loved). For this reason, he is not really into the prospect of celebrating his birthday, not when the day is intertwined with grief.

He avoids telling people of his day, avoids thinking of it by burying himself in hundreds of paperworks and cases to handle. He can’t think of that day without thinking of death, without thinking of his sister who laid lifeless in the golden sands (she probably thought of him in his last moments), without thinking of his mother who prayed even when her knees and hands are bleeding (the rain came to her as a blessing, but for him it has become a curse), and without thinking of his father who never got to hold his son (he never knew what he sounds like).

He’ll remember everything, that was his curse.

He never celebrated that day, not anymore, not even once. Perhaps he tried, perhaps he went into the bakery with the thought of getting himself a cake and lighting a candle, perhaps he tries to seek beauty on the day that he was born, especially when it coincides with the day of rebirth of his goddess. Perhaps he did and perhaps the cake was left rotting in his fridge because he can’t seem to enjoy the taste of it when its reminiscence of the bitter rain and fresh blood. 

(He can’t bear the thought that silence was his only companion either) He’d like to think that the meows of the critters as they approach him translate to words that greets him a happy birthday, but how could they? It’s a silly thought, it’s not like they can understand him nor any of these stupid traditions, and it’s not like he can understand them either. So he still remains alone.

But there, you came—unexpected, unwavering. When you learnt of his birthday, when he told you of his past and every line that exists in his being, a shell of determination washes on the shore of your thoughts. It didn’t have to be grand, it didn’t have to be extravagant; you only wish to make the day memorable for him, even just for once. You wanted him to let go of the thorns and feel how nice it is to have nothing that makes your hand bleed.

Although, you must admit, you were anxious, scared, nervous, everything while you were preparing for it. I mean, sure, it’s just going to be something simple with you and him only, and you made sure that in some aspects of it, he’ll enjoy it. You know that the burden he carries is heavy on his shoulders, and letting go is never easy nor simple, but for once, you wanted to do something for him to ease the tension that lies in his thoughts and bones.

Imagine the surprise and confusion on his face when he comes home to his apartment smelling like freshly-baked bread, tangled with the scent of lit candles and flowers, and the aroma of food. Surely, this wasn’t a burglary, right? What type of burglar would leave rose petals on the path of his doorway leading to wherever? What type of burglar would spend the time to bake a cake and even cook dinner? And what type of burglar would dress up so pretty and smile at him while their hands are trembling behind their back?

There’s the sound of his voice calling out to your name and soon, he heard something cluttering followed by rushed footfalls, and there you were, peeking behind the wall with a nervous grin plastered on your lips. You greet, “You’re home early, I thought you were going to be late?”

“I was going to be but I decided to bring some of the leftover papers home instead. I didn’t know you were going to come by, you should have told me.” He answers, taking off his dress shoes and placing it on the rack, “I could have come home much earlier if I knew.”

You laugh, emerging from behind the wall, “It’s fine, it’s fine.” You try to find the words to say in your trembling palms and fidgeting fingers. If he knew of what you were planning, surely, he would stop you and you didn’t want that. Albeit you don’t recall him saying he didn’t want nor like celebrating his day, but he did mention that he simply avoids it—does avoidance equate to dislikeness or hatred? It was plaguing your mind.

He hums, ushering you to come close to him so he can wrap his arms around your figure, engulfing you in a hug as he rests his forehead on top of your shoulder. “Why are you so dressed up? What’s the occasion? I don’t recall setting a date for the both of us tonight.”

“Do you not remember?”

Panic quickly shot over him like a bullet as he stood up straight from his position, “We have plans tonight?! There’s nothing on my schedule for today so I thought.” He’s quick to utter apologies, anxiety seen on his face as he spoke. It breaks your heart a little hearing what he’s saying—he doesn’t even remember.

“‘Rine, it’s your birthday.”

Silence.

Disbelief outlines the line on his lips, “What?”

You bite the inside of your cheek, feeling like there is something that wraps and binds around your chest which suffocates you; It was your turn to panic, feeling it overwhelm the nerves of your body, “You mentioned it once, perhaps a few months ago. I wanted to make it a little special for you so I prepared something for us, for you. It’s okay if you don’t want to, I mean I can just—”

You were interrupted by him, your sentence cutting short, “Oh, love, you didn’t have to.” He cups your cheek, warmth seeping into your skin. You didn’t listen to his voice for so long to not be familiar with how it cracks and breaks when the words fall from his lips.

“But I did and I wanted to.” You answer, softly, reassuring him as you lean into his touch.

“Having you beside me already makes it all special.”

You laugh, eyes forming into a small crescent that reminds him of the moon, “And I want it to be more than just that kind of special.” And he sighs upon hearing your answer, it’s not one of frustration but it still has worry forming on your stomach as you swallow, “Are you mad at me?”

“No, how could I ever be mad at you? I’m just surprised.” He brushes the pad of his thumb across your cheek, gazing into your eyes with such affection and adoration as if the stars were born from his eyes. He presses a kiss on your forehead, whispering to your skin as if a small confession, “Thank you.”

How could he ever be worthy of you?

You hum, "I love you, Kakavasha."

Aventurine is grateful—it fills every gap and crack on his skin, soothing the scars of his flaws, and everything that sets him apart from his humanity. He never knew that cakes could taste this sweet, so kind and gentle as it melts on his tongue.

Slowly but surely, he soon let the warmth settle in his skin. The gray walls that surround that day are soon painted and drawn with different colors, with doodles that were made by your hands mixed with a few of his works. Perhaps the ocean of his grief will still haunt him but he won’t drown in it, nor will he find comfort in the cold embrace of nothing and everything that rejects him.

(Kakavasha, your sister would be so happy for you.)

And when the day comes once more, he’ll see and dream of the rain but not how bitter and heavy it was, but how it soon became warm and sweet, washing away the blood on his feet.

special mention to @toorurs, thanks for always being there for me even when i say the most nonsense of things or when my sheep genes are acting up 😔 i hope everything is going well for you and will go well for youuu!! sorry for being inactive AND NOT REPLYING TO YOUR TIKTOKS AAAA I SWEAR ILL BE MORE ACTIVE SOON I WILL REPLY EVEN WHEN YOU STILL HAVEN'T MESSAGED 👆 anyways this is a very short dedication note because gosh i still have to study hejsad ilyyyyy a lotttt please always remember that !!

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[kamisatoes]

MASTERLIST

Genshin Impact

KAMISATO AYATO

morning shenanigans

KAEDEHARA KAZUHA

gentle as the wind, rough as the storm

Honkai Star Rail

Nothing yet!

[kamisatoes]

gentle as the wind, rough as the storm

Character(s). kaedehara kazuha

Warnings. hurt, breakups, loneliness, sadness, angst

Summary. you just broke kazuha's heart, leaving him alone with a letter from you...

Notes. this is my second written work on tumblr, so I hope you all enjoy! I also appreciate constructive criticism and any notes or comments! also, I kind of rushed this...

Kazuha was a sweetheart and you loved him. You had a crush on him ever since Beidou introduced you two, and it was like love at first sight. Before Kazuha, you didn't think that it was real- love at a glance. The way he smiled at you, the way he held your hand, proudly showing his relationship off. He wouldn't admit it, but he loved your flaws as well. Every way you showed emotion, your face lighting up with joy or contorting in disgust. The way you cried into his shoulder, warm tears soaking through his shirt. He was pained to see you sad, yet cherished the moments when you could bond and cuddle, spilling your inner secrets and desires to him. He knew all of your dreams, your favourite foods, your facial expressions, your moods.

Yet, the one thing he missed was the way you would laugh and brush off his comments, playful yet sad. He overlooked some things, like how you would react to him talking or laughing with other women, your eyes focused on their facial expressions and your ears listening to their conversations. Now, was he filled with regret?

Every time you walked past, your smile directed at another.

Every time you turned around, your back to him.

Every time, every single time you would fake a smile for him, not quite meeting your eyes.

Did he....

realize...?

How you turned around when he tried to hug you, avoiding him when he wanted a kiss. Kazuha would ignore those actions, thinking you were being playful.

Yet one day, Kazuha was sleeping soundly and didn't wake to you packing up your things in the middle of the night. Your eyes strayed to his sleeping face, his form covered with the blanket you had shared for the past two years. His gentle features were relaxed, his mouth slightly open, light snores reaching your ears. You wiped your tears away, turning on your heel and gathering your belongings in a box. You had already secretly written a letter for him, the moonlight illuminating the page on your empty nightstand. Closing the door, you stepped into the hallway, never once turning back again.

Kazuha woke with no warm body next to his. He was surprised when the dresser drawers and closet doors were open, showing no signs of your clothing inside. With quick yet light footsteps, he hurried down the hallway to your bathroom. Your toiletries were gone, his toothbrush the only one in the cup. He started to panic, rushing downstairs to the kitchen and living room. He looked around frantically, but he saw no signs of your being. Only his belongings remained. What time was it even? Panic-stricken, Kazuha searched the entire house to see if you were hiding somewhere.

Finally, after an hour of searching, he saw the letter that you had written him sitting on the nightstand. A feather quill and ink jar had been holding down the curled parchment. He held the paper with quivering arms, tears threatening to fall. With each word he read, with each stroke of your quill, he saw you.

And it was as if you were there next to him.

End.

[kamisatoes]

morning shenanigans

Featuring. kamisato ayato, y/n (female reader)

Warnings. None

Genre. Tooth-rotting fluff

Notes. established relationship, sleeping over at s/o’s house + This is my first work, born from my reader's intuition. I hope you enjoy! Follow for more, and feel free to request! I don't just do male characters either! :)

The morning sunlight shone down on your figure, light illuminating your facial features. Ayato looked down at you, his eyes blessed with the sight of a beautiful, gorgeous goddess- his beautiful, gorgeous goddess- laying in slumber. Careful not to wake you, he brought his hand to meet your soft skin, cupping your cheek with his hand and caressing your face with his thumb. He bent down from his sitting position and attempted to kiss your forehead, yet just when his lips were centimetres away from meeting your skin, you turned in your sleep. Frowning, Ayato leaned closer to where you now lay further from him, your form slowly rising and falling with your sleeping breaths. 

“Darling, I’m aware that you are awake, hm?” 

Trying to stifle your giggles, you gave in to him and turned back to face Ayato, yet you were surprised to meet his lips. In a heartbeat, he had you melting on the spot, his arms pushing you back down gently, your arms now around his neck. He had you caged to the bed, his toned figure hovering above yours. Pulling away from the kiss, he peppered your face with more delicate kisses, causing you to laugh and tell him to stop. “Keep going, you say?”

“No! Hehe, stop… Ayato, stop it, haha!” You continuously giggled and squirmed, your meek attempts to stop his affection failing. At last, your boyfriend ceased his kissing. “Fine, fine. But…”

“But what?” You asked, head tilting slightly in question.

“Do I get a kiss from you?”

“...”

“...”

“Well, I take that as a-”

Ayato was stopped by your warmth, your oh-so soft lips pressed against his in a way that made him disintegrate on the spot. He melted into the kiss, your arms wrapped around his neck in a way that he knew you wouldn’t let go. Thoughts of work and his schedule left his mind, his usually composed, organised mindset completely blown away.

When you broke apart for air, Ayato took this opportunity to ask whether you would be getting out of bed anytime soon. He was head of the Yashiro Commission after all, and a dutiful leader. Of course, he would cancel all the day’s meetings and work-related activities to spend more time with you.

“Hmm… I guess we can stay for a bit longer…” Your significant other smiled at you, your heart swelling with happiness at his expression. You nodded, satisfied, and Ayato laid back down, pulling the covers up. Warmth enveloped you two, your limbs entangled once more under the sheets.

End.