# — warnings: slightly suggestive (brief description of making out); minors proceed with caution or dni
# — tags: modern au, fluff, you're a candy thief and kazuha's a tease, making out
# — notes: okay look, i was eating a cherry lollipop and this idea hit me so fast, i damn near blacked out. it's also probably not my best, but goddamn if i'm not so fucking happy i managed to write smth! anyways, as always, reblogs and reactions are appreciated, and i hope you enjoy!
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"have you seen it?"
"have i seen what?" you sit up on the couch to get a better look at kazuha, whose brows are drawn with confusion. "what're you looking for?"
your boyfriend pushes a hand through his hair. "i thought i had stored some candy away from my travels, but," he sighs, "maybe i was wrong. i was tired when i put them up."
you run your tongue over your teeth and glance to the side guiltily. so that's what that candy was, you think. you'd found a bag of little red candies inside your night table and helped yourself to a few. they're still there, but it appears kazuha hasn't checked there yet. you press your lips together to try and school your expression. you don't have the heart to come clean, not when he looks so miffed about his missing candy.
it's not like kazuha will blow up at you or anything, but you don't want to be on the receiving end of his disappointed smile. it never quite reaches his eyes -- it's definitely at the top of the list of things you hate.
so you hum absently, hoping you don't look as culpable as you feel. "is there any chance you can buy more of them?" you ask. when you look back at him, you find that kazuha is already staring at you. you feel your stomach twist into a small knot; does he know that you ate them? he couldn't possibly know from what you've said so far -- he doesn't even know that you know where they are. he couldn't possibly--
in the blink of an eye, kazuha crosses the room and stands in front of you, his eyes narrowed. there's no real heat to his stare -- he looks entertained by something and it's making you more nervous by the second. you try not to react too much as he shuffles a bit closer, standing between your legs.
"something wrong?" you try to ease your back onto the couch cushions but kazuha stops you, his hand flying to your jaw and keeping you in place.
"i think i know where they went." he says softly. his fingers tighten on your face ever so slightly. "and i think you know as well."
"you'd be thinking wrong," you mumble. kazuha's fingers slide up to your cheeks and he mushes your face, chuckling when you try to pull out of his grip. "lemme go!"
kazuha tilts his head to the side with a grin. "tell me what happened to the candy, and i may consider it."
so clearly, he knows. you're too annoyed to feel bad about it anymore. you won't come clean either -- not when he's being such an ass about it. you huff and push his hand down, but he doesn't let go of your face. "what are you, a cop?" you bite. "what if i don't talk, hm?"
you regret those words as soon as they leave your mouth. every time you challenge him, you're usually bluffing, but kazuha always plays along -- maybe a little too well. he has far too many means of getting answers out of you. and when you see him raise an eyebrow in response, you know he's already got one such method in mind.
"you know i have my ways, petal." kazuha all but croons at you. "shall i try one of them?"
"no." is your immediate response. your boyfriend laughs, but you inch back, retreating like a threatened animal. there's been many a time in which kazuha has chased you around your shared apartment, and you suddenly feel the need to add another instance to that list.
kazuha inches closer and tilts your head up. is he trying to--
"i promise," he whispers as he leans in, "you'll love this one."
before you can question him, his mouth is covering yours, silencing you completely. you're always on edge whenever kazuha initiates kisses -- he only does it when he has some sort of agenda. and since you have no idea what he's trying to do, your fingers twitch as they hover just over kazuha's skin, unsure of if you should give in to him or not.
to your surprise, it seems like kazuha plans on dragging the kiss for as long as he can. you can't fight him for much longer, anyhow; not when he tugs at your bottom lip with his teeth like that. you fall victim to your boyfriend like you always do, getting caught in his trap like a fly in a spider's web. the very second your breath hitches, kazuha takes his chance to brush his tongue against yours, widening the opening you've made for him. you know he's doing this on purpose -- you know good and well that he's lowered your guard with such a sensual kiss for a reason -- but you're not exactly the strongest when it comes to kazuha.
and he knows that.
kazuha's got you hook, line, and sinker, but after a few more seconds pass, he realizes that he'd gotten carried away. reluctantly, he pulls away; he got the information he needed out of you more than three minutes ago, but he couldn't help himself. teasing you was clearly just as much fun for you as it was for him, and your reactions are so dizzying to him.
your eyes are a little hazy, but you can still see the impish grin on your boyfriend's face. before you can ask why he kissed you, he beats you to the punch, lightly brushing his thumb over your bottom lip.
"you ate it, didn't you?" when you blink at him in a daze, kazuha puffs a quiet laugh. "the candy, love. you ate it."
your mind takes a few moments to reboot. when you finally put the pieces together, you feel your face starting to burn. he probably figured out that you ate the candy the second you avoided his eyes a little while ago. but knowing kazuha, he wanted to make you confess in his own little way.
in this case, though you didn't speak a word, your mouth still did all the talking. kazuha confirmed his suspicions through taste.
the very thought makes you shiver.
you avert your eyes, too embarrassed to look at your boyfriend any longer. you can't believe you decided to love someone so... shameless. you peek at him for a quick second only to see his eyes softening as he breaks into giggles. he enjoyed that way too much for your liking, but... damn it, you have to admit that you did, too.
kazuha's laughter is too infectious for you to stay upset at him. you sigh, defeated. "what'd it taste like?"
thank god kazuha knows what you're talking about. he presses a chaste kiss to your forehead in apology.
"you were very sweet," he confesses, chuckling at the way you squirm at his words. "like cherries."
✦ YAYAHAHAA I WROTE SMTH I WROTE SMTH AND I'M KINDA PROUD OF IT clearly i'm not good at writing suggestive stuff BUT I GOT SMTH OUT AND I DIDN'T BACK DOWN, I'M SO FUCKING COOL 🏋🏾🏋🏾
# — notes: my first ever req on this blog !! i love this a lot bc this particular scene made me cry, like i love kazuha so fuckin much, dude :( i hope you like it and, as always, rbs and reactions are always appreciated!
✧ — 𝐚𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 — ✧
you got into a fight with aether that morning.
in hindsight, you feel terrible knowing that you just added more weight to his shoulders. he was working himself to the bone day in and day out, even if it was reluctant on his part. you could only watch as aether tightened his fists behind his back each time he was given a new task. even when you tried to lighten the load for him, he would brush you off with a half-hearted smile, mumbling his apologies into your skin whenever he got the chance.
something was wrong and it was only getting worse.
the morning it happened, you tried to stop aether from doing anything. you begged him to just sleep in for once -- to allow himself a moment to just breathe, even if it was for a second. when he refused, you became desperate.
"aether, i don't want you to hurt yourself out there!" you cried, frustrated tears forming on your lashes. "please just listen to me for once, i just--"
the traveler yanked his hand out of yours. he was fully glaring at you now, not a single ounce of mirth or kindness swimming in his golden eyes. it terrified you. "if you try to stop me from making progress one more time," he hissed, "then we're going to have to end this."
and that was the end of that. you gaped at his back as he left and couldn't muster up the courage to find him in fear of losing what little happiness you had left. you stewed in your indignation for the rest of the day until the sky began to crackle.
it was as if the air itself was laced with pure electricity. in the land of electro, that should have been a good omen, but to you, it only made your stomach drop lower than you have ever felt it. perhaps it was because you hadn't seen aether all day, but whenever supernatural things occurred, he was usually at the center of it all. you dropped what you were doing and let your feet carry you as fast as they could.
only the archons would know why you ended up at tenshukaku. when you saw the backs of the resistance as they waited on the steps, you sprinted over to general gorou, who grabbed your shoulders with thinly veiled panic in his eyes. "what are you doing here?" he asked, gently pushing you backwards. "if aether finds out that you're here--"
"he won't do a thing," you said, holding your ground. "something felt off, and now i'm here. you know i can fight, so at least let me help."
you were half-lying. while you possessed a hydro vision and could most definitely fight -- kazuha could attest to your skills -- that's not what you were there to do; you were there to collect aether and get him to safety. gorou eyed you warily. you could tell he was trying to figure out whether or not he should let you stay.
it was no secret that you were the legendary traveler's most important person; unfortunately that title preceeded you. you hated that people thought aether was your knight in shining armor. you were just as good a fighter as he was, and the only reason he'd made it this far was because you had his back. you didn't flinch as gorou scanned you closely before he sighed.
"fine," he let go of you and pointed to the entrance to tenshukaku. "we're on standby. stand at the front by kazuha and be ready. clear?"
"crystal."
after taking your position beside kazuha, you didn't have to wait much longer. you were right to be on edge; the sky became impossibly dark over the shogun's residence, and the thunder threatened to deafen you. you saw kazuha flinch and cover one of his ears with a hand beside you. before you could check on him, gorou suddenly gave the order to advance. you're confused, but you obey.
you see him at the top of the stairs. he's staggering as he makes his way out, but he looks relatively unharmed. you release a breath you didn't know you were holding and open your mouth to call his name, but as soon as you do, the hairs at the back of your neck stand at attention.
you will never be able to explain what you saw that day.
you'd heard of the musou no hitotachi in stories, but never in your life had you ever thought you would see it before you like this. reality itself seemed to tear apart before your very eyes, revealing nothing but an ominous violet eye. it's quickly replaced by the raiden shogun, who lunges out of it at breakneck speed. the soldiers around you are stunned into silence as they watch who the shogun is aiming for.
no. no, no, no, no.
she's aiming for aether.
she's going to kill aether.
things go blank after that. maybe your body moved purely on instinct and mind-numbing adrenaline, because really, everything is a blur.
you hear kazuha's choked gasping until suddenly it's not there anymore. you're not there anymore. you don't exactly know when and how you got here, but you've shoved yourself between aether and the shogun's blade, taking the full force of her attack.
there's so much to feel in this moment. part of you recognizes the feeling of raw power and determination; the very same sensation you felt the day you received your vision. you dimly, very, very dimly feel aether's mortified stare burning holes through your skin. if you had the chance, you'd laugh at how stupid he must look.
but the most obvious thing you feel is pure agony.
you were quick to activate your vision to somehow soften the blow of the shogun's blade, but as everyone with common sense knows, hydro and electro don't mix. and as expected of the electro archon, her strikes are powerful -- your arms rightfully feel as though they're going to fall off.
they can't. you know that that's no longer your decision to make, but if you fall here -- if you lose this stand-off -- who will protect aether? who will love him in your stead? with a sharp cry, you pour all your strength into pushing the shogun's blade up and away from your body, ignoring the way you can feel blood starting to soak your hands. perhaps the hydro archon took pity on you, because you successfully parry the raiden shogun's blade.
there's no time to celebrate. immediately, the shogun's shocked expression smooths itself out and she lunges again -- for you, this time. she'd clearly done it with intent to kill, because you barely managed to block the strike, and the strength of it sent you flying back down the stairs, where the resistance soldiers barely managed to catch you.
after that... well, you don't know what happened after that. when you come to, you're laying in an unfamiliar futon bed. you blink rapidly, groaning when the sunlight nearly blinds you. to say that you're in pain would be a vicious understatement. your arms are stiff and numb, your ears are ringing, and every breath you take feels like someone is cutting at your insides with each inhale.
you cough, wincing at the metallic taste in your mouth. the events in front of tenshukaku plays out once more in your head, and you groan again, louder this time. intervening and basically stopping the musou no hitotachi would be a fun story to tell people once you've recovered, but as of right now, you feel nothing but regret.
the regret is quickly replaced by relief, though. because at the end of the day, you managed to save aether's life. surely, you tell yourself, he retreated with the resistance after that incident. you smile bitterly as you remember the argument you had before. maybe he hates you for getting in his way like that, but you could make peace with that; so long as he's alive then--
"you're awake! traveler, they're awake!" a high-pitched voice cuts through the persistent ringing. you can't move your neck too much, but you manage to turn enough to see who yelled. it's paimon. she's frantically looking between you and the sliding door. "paimon's so glad you finally woke up!"
"finally?" you croak. "what are you--?"
a pair of footsteps stops near paimon before there's a soft thud and a sudden weight on your torso. you crane your neck up a little to get a better look at your visitor. as soon as you spot golden hair, your lungs close, forcing you to cough.
"oh, paimon will go get water! paimon'll be right back!" the little fairy disappears into her cloud of stars. she returns quickly and helps you sit upright to drink the water, but makes the sudden decision to leave you alone with aether.
the silence is so loud.
you have no idea what to say to him. the last time you'd spoken, he was threatening to break up with you. you were already prepping yourself for the post-break up healing process, so why..?
"it's been three weeks." aether finally speaks. he looks up at you, his eyes red-rimmed and watery. was he... crying just now? "you were asleep for three weeks."
wow. there's a lot to unpack. you say the first thing that comes to mind.
"why are you," you pause for a second to cough, "here? i figured you'd break up with me."
aether grimaces. you wonder what's going through his head. you continue: "if you still want to break up, then..." you suddenly feel a new pain blossoming in your chest. it brings you to tears faster than any cut ever could. "i won't stop you, i--"
"you wake up from a three week long coma after saving my life and you think i'm just going to dump you?" aether looks horrified by your words. stray tears drip from his eyes. "i visited every single day after--" he chokes up. "after what happened. i'm sorry; i shouldn't have been so mad at you, i know you were just looking out for me, and i-- archons, this is all my fault--"
you cut him off then. "aether, i saved your life because i wanted to." you rasp. breaking up or not, the fact remains that you are wholeheartedly in love with the traveler from beyond the stars. you would do it again in a heartbeat -- suffer the same wounds over and over and over if it meant that he got to live another day. "i did what i did because i love you; no other reason."
aether sniffs and avoids eye contact. you can tell him it's not his fault all you want, but that probably won't change a thing for him. you can't convince him otherwise either -- not in this state. you're bruised, battered, and numb; you're not in any position to tell him to stop worrying. but that won't stop you from trying. "c'mere." you beckon him over.
he does as you say.
"a little closer."
he's a few feet away now.
"just a liiiiittle closer, c'mon."
aether hesitantly obeys. he's close enough that you can feel his shaky breathing. you rest your forehead on his, suppressing a hiss of pain from the movement.
"i love you." you whisper. you can sort of see him flinch. "i'm glad you're okay."
there's a long pause before aether chuckles shakily. "that's my line," he whispers back. "i'm sorry. i'm so, so sorry. i don't know what i can do to make it up to you, i--"
"don't do anything," you interrupt. "i don't want anything from you. just stay alive; that's all."
aether sighs. "...that's all?"
"that's all."
✧ — 𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚 — ✧
despite being one of the most level-headed people you have ever met, kazuha somehow also manages to be one of the most reckless.
granted, he almost always had a reason, but that didn't change the fact that you developed a fear that his recklessness would get him killed someday.
it didn't help that kazuha used his anemo vision to his advantage each time, channeling the element to boost his speed whenever he needed it. you sometimes wished you could hide it from him, but it was obvious why that was a terrible idea.
as a compromise, you decided to aid him in his ventures. you figured that so long as you were present, you could, at the very least, pull him out of danger at the last second; your own electro vision granted you enough speed to match him at times. you relied on your own battle prowess to keep up with your boyfriend -- something he greatly appreciated.
because the last thing you would ever do is clip the wings of someone like kazuha. you may as well be the updraft that keeps him in the air.
the fact remains, however, that you will lag behind him at times. kazuha is trained to be quick -- to avoid the eyes of others. his quick thinking is what usually leads him to victory most of the time, even in a pinch. so sometimes, you don't even get the chance to help before he's finished the job.
"you're too fast, kazuha," you panted one day after training with him. "what if you get hurt?"
kazuha hummed, tapping the hilt of his katana. "what guides me through battle is not the possibility that i may fail, but that i will succeed without a scratch."
you frowned at him. "and what if i can't be there to help you when you need it the most?"
bandaged fingers hooked themselves under your chin gently, tilting your head up. kazuha leaned in and kissed you with all the gentleness of a passing breeze. "you are always with me," he said. "and if i may be completely honest, i would much rather be hurt than watch you injure yourself on my behalf."
you couldn't say anything to that.
all you could do was hone your skills.
if you were faster, stronger, more agile, maybe you could keep up with him -- surpass him, even. kazuha thought your desire to be better than him was endearing, but he accepted the challenge. he trained alongside you as often as he could, and you found that you started to make progress.
you were quicker during hilichurl ambushes and fatui run-ins, but if neither of you broke a sweat, you felt it didn't count. you somewhat longed for the day you could completely protect kazuha with your new skills and brag about how much better you were.
when you got your chance, however, your self-imposed competition was the last thing on your mind.
to bear witness to the musou no hitotachi was an honor, especially as a citizen of inazuma. especially as an electro vision holder, you felt as though you could someday produce something of your own -- something as legendary as the raiden shogun's musou no hitotachi.
it was a childish dream, but vision holders are, after all, known for their ambition.
your heart all but stops as you watch the raiden shogun target the blonde traveler. you'd grown close to him during his time here, and whenever you weren't training or helping the resistance on the front lines, you were asking him how you could help him find his lost sister. he opened up to you and you to him, and you thought it safe to say that you'd found a truly close friend in him. but as he -- and the rest of the resistance -- looked death straight in the face, you found yourself paralyzed.
this wasn't what you trained for. this wasn't what you dedicated all your time to. you were supposed to be like the very lightning that you commanded and yet here you were, as stagnant as the air you breathed.
move. move!
a sudden gust of wind from your left nearly knocks you to your feet. you finally get your body to move, hoping to see what just happened. you don't see what produced that wind, but you immediately know who.
you whirl around to see kazuha resisting the shogun, his own blade suddenly looking flimsy as he tries his hardest to push it back. your stomach threatens to rid itself of it's contents when you notice the electro vision glowing beneath his own. somehow, kazuha managed to reactivate tomo's vision and is using both to save the traveler.
it's enough to startle everyone, even the shogun, but it's not enough.
while he does successfully manage to push the shogun back, he also succeeded in making himself a target. again, the shogun strikes, this time he sword aimed right for kazuha's chest.
you're actually not sure how you managed to get there in time. kazuha did it with the help of two visions, but you? you only had the one. perhaps it was all the electricity in the air that came to your aid when you needed it the most. you felt as though you became a stray bolt of lightning for a split second, rushing in front of kazuha in the nick of time.
as for the plan? there was no plan. you just knew you needed to keep kazuha safe. that's been your main goal for months: to keep kazuha alive. you force yourself between kazuha and the raiden shogun's blade just in time, but you don't bring your blade up in time to send it away. you barely hear kazuha's shattered cry of your name before your world begins to warp itself. after that... you don't remember what happened very well.
you're suddenly forced back down the stairs with kazuha, but you don't exactly know how you got there. there's screams and battle cries coming from every which direction and you can just barely make out the figures of the resistance soldiers advancing on tenshukaku, but only one voice stands out.
"...no, no, not again, not again!"
it's kazuha, you realize. even as your consciousness fades, you hear him yelling your name.
when you come to, the first person you see is gorou.
he's leaning on the wall with his arms crossed and eyes closed, his ears flicking every so often as he listens for any signs of trouble. the haze of your mind doesn't clear itself completely, but you squint at him, wondering why he's keeping watch over you. gorou's ears suddenly go completely still and his eyes fly open, fixing themselves on you. "you--"
"uh, good morning?" you wince at the sound of your voice.
gorou blinks a few times. you can't see it from here -- there's too many painkillers in your system for you to make sense of anything -- but his tail begins to wag upon seeing your face. "don't strain yourself," he calls as he exits, "let me go get the healers."
after an extensive check-up and another strong dose of painkillers (since apparently, hydro healing wasn't enough), you think yourself ready enough to ask questions -- ones that gorou hesitates to answer.
he reluctantly informs you that the raiden shogun's blade went straight through you. she was visibly shaken by your sudden presence -- apparently, it must have been because she had intended to kill someone, but it certainly wasn't you. the traveler took advantage of her distraction and rushed her as soon as you went down while kazuha sought medical attention for you as quickly as he could. the doctors said you were lucky that the shogun's blade was fashioned out of pure electro energy. the wound seemed to cauterize itself after being formed; at the time you were impaled, you mostly fainted out of shock. you were severely -- almost fatally-- injured, but you survived.
gorou had a strained smile when he told you everything, his eyes dropping to your bandaged torso.
"in all the time that i've known kazuha," he said, "i've never seen him so shaken before."
you don't ask what that means. instead, you find out firsthand.
after teasing gorou for a few minutes about his constantly wagging tail, he leaves again, presumably to go back to work. he and kokomi must have their hands full after the incident. you lean your head back on the wall and shut your eyes to pass the time, but your peace doesn't last long. your nose suddenly twitches and you open your eyes.
it's kazuha. he's okay.
rather than focus on how he looks, you're preoccupied with the fact that he's standing before you at all. tears of relief spill over almost immediately. "hey," you greet him breathlessly. "how are--"
"are you an idiot?"
what?
"i-i'm sorry?" you barely manage to get the words out. kazuha's voice doesn't sound like it belongs to him. it's rough and abrasive; it's everything he's not. you try to convince yourself that maybe he just needed water or something. that has to be it, right? "what did you say?"
kazuha finally looks you in the eyes but you feel like you're looking at a stranger. his crimson stare is frigid and unforgiving. it's a look that's reserved for people who cross his path -- not you. you jaw shuts with a soft click as he speaks again. "i asked if you were an idiot." his fists tremble at his sides. "you must be, if you were willing to throw yourself in harm's way like that."
is he... is kazuha upset with you? this wasn't the first time you've taken the brunt of his frustration, but your stomsch drops as you suddenly wonder if this would be the last. "i put myself in danger every day, kazuha; what made yesterday any different?"
"yesterday?" kazuha treats the word as though it's offended him personally. "you think that that happened yesterday?"
"yes..? kazuha, where are you going with this--?"
"it's been two weeks." his voice wavers. you see vulnerability creep up on him, nearly bringing him to knees. the knowledge that you've been unconscious for two weeks doesn't shock you (no pun intended) as much as you thought it would considering the severity of your injuries, but it seems that saying it out loud was enough to crack kazuha's entire being. he's lost his usual manner of speech, switching it out for something more straightforward.
"well," you gingerly slide your hand over your abdomen, wincing when you touch the bandaged area, "i'm fine now, so--"
kazuha's beside you in an instant, his fingers locking around your wrist. he's still as swift as the wind he commands. you don't have the strength to pull your hand back, but you whimper quietly when his grip tightens. he lets go immediately. "fine? you call this," he gestures at your body, "fine? you almost died, and you--" kazuha fixes his eyes on your lap. "you think everything is fine?"
clearly, you've misspoken. you don't get to apologize.
kazuha continues, pushing a hand through his hair. "do you have any idea what it's like watching the one you love die before your eyes?"
you don't answer. guilt wires your jaw shut. kazuha's fingers twitch in place. by now, he would've grabbed your hand as means of grounding himself, but he looks almost repulsed by the ides of touching you. almost as though he's afraid of you.
"if you came to my aid because of that foolish challenge, then you're the biggest idiot i have ever known." he grumbles. "if you saw me handle the shogun once, you should have trusted that i would have made it out of there unharmed."
"it's not you i didn't trust, kazuha." you finally find your voice. you don't feel as combative as you sound, but admittedly, you're frustrated by the way kazuha seems to have twisted your motive for doing what you did. "if you were in my position, would you honestly believe that the shogun wouldn't have killed me on the first strike? do you think i help you because i want to be better than you?"
your hackles rise as soon as you finish your sentence. does he really think that little of you? were you alone in your feelings this entire time?
"why else have you been so eager to improve?"
"because i love you, kazuha." your confession is heartfelt, but it lacks the feeling behind it. your body heats up as indignation begins to boil over. "you're not just some rival, you're my lover." you lower your voice. "or at least i thought you were. perhaps i was mkstaken."
that gets kazuha's attention. his eyes are on you in an instant, his expression crumbling. "no, that's not what i--"
"to my knowledge," you hold up a hand, cutting him off, "lovers do what they can to protect each other, even if it meant puttting themselves in grave danger in the way i had. so forgive me for using my new strength to keep you safe -- i didn't realize it would upset you so much."
kazuha grabs your hand and reaches out, cupping your face gently with his free hand, his thumb stroking your cheek. "dove, please, that-- i was just-- i thought i was going to lose you."
you lean into his touch despite yourself. you've never been able to resist him, even when you're furious with him like this. "i thought the same, kazuha," you whisper.
there's a tense silence. the two of you were well-aware that your biggest issue was your overwhelming concern for one another. you knew how deep your love ran for him, but perhaps kazuha underestimated just how far you would go because of it. it's reassuring, knowing that he's not genuinely mad at you, but you can't deny how much he's hurt you just now.
as if he can read your thoughts, kazuha sighs, breaking the silence. "forgive me, my star." he leans forward, pressing his lips to your forehead. he sounds like the kazuha you fell in love with all over again, his words coated with the sweetest honey. "i was out of line. i was just--"
"worried?" you finish his sentence. kazuha nods when he pulls back, his eyes downcast. you think he looks a little like a scolded child. the corners of your lips twitch. "i know all too well how that feels, kazu'. i understand."
"i thought... that you weren't going to wake up."
"i know."
"i thought i was going to be alone again."
there it is. the root of the problem. you hold your other hand out and kazuha takes it, pressing your knuckles to his forehead with a shaky breath. you give a moment to himself. it seems like he's committing your skin to his memory; solidifying the fact that you're really here -- that you didn't leave him behind. the very thought of doing so scared you almost as much as it did him.
"i'm not going anywhere, kazuha." you say. you feel him squeeze your hands tightly. "i'm right here. i always will be."
kazuha doesn't respond for a second. he doesn't move, but you notice his shoulders are shaking. "kazuha--"
"you know," he chuckles, his voice shaking, "i actually can't think of any poetic ways to express my love for you. can you believe that?"
you blink a few times before snorting. "it's a welcome change."
"you wound me, angel." kazuha looks up at you then. his eyes are teary, but none fall. "i love you. thank you for staying alive."
it's spoken like a prayer, soft and reverent. you smile. "i love you too, kazuha. more than you'll ever know." you pat his cheek and he holds your hand in place, pressing fleeting kisses to your palm. "'till death do us part, kazu'."
kazuha hums in agreement. "'till death do us part."
(waaah it's finished! it's not proofread, nor do I know how many words it is, but @lovely26 i do hope you enjoyed it! thanks for the req and thank you everyone else for reading!)
noble kazuha, and his s/o as the kaedehara house keeper. I LOWKEY THOUGHT ABOUT IT TWO DAYS AGO AND CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT IT LOL
update: i still can't stop
house keeper
kazuha x f!reader
synopsis: kazuha simply loses himself when it comes to you
a/n: minors dni, smut, yes i love this, but im sorry i decided to make it spicy :,) ill probably make a sfw one which has more noble and housekeeper aspects cuz this was LACKING and bc THIS IS SO CUTE LIKE HELP
the kaedehara estate was always quiet, whether mornings, or during the night. kazuha enjoyed the peace that came with it, having to carry on the clan’s legacy at such a young age was a heavy burden he carried alone, and the stillness of the estate managed to bring a sense of calm in his already hectic life as clan leader.
however where there is life, silence doesn’t always last forever. frustrations build up, the young master finds himself seeking out the comfort of his housekeeper. and that silence is quick to be replaced by something a lot more vulgar.
kazuha didn’t know he’d get so addicted. the soft whimpers that escaped your throat had his mind in a daze and oh god, he loved it. the way you sounded was so lewd, he needed to hear more. it was strange how the young master who always pinned for a quiet environment, let you- his darling lover disturb his tranquility and even bask in it.
“my love you don’t have to hold back your moans.” he whispers into your ear, his bare chest pressed against your back, hands placed on your waist. his hair was let loose from his usual ponytail- a result of frustration, strands of his bleached locks stuck against his sweaty skin. under the moonlight that shone from the open balcony in his quarters made him look ethereal.
“but- ah! kazuha!” you gasped, your back arching as kazuha thrusted in you midway your sentence. grinning at your reaction, the samurai started to slow down again, moving towards the back of your neck, his fingers dancing against your warm skin as he felt you try to catch your breath.
“hm? were you saying something dear?” he teases, leaning down to kiss your neck, sending shivers throughout your body and went straight to your core. he felt you tighten around him and you felt him smirk into his peck.
“what if… someone catches us kazuha?” you manage to breathe out, panting from kazuha’s antics. a housekeeper and the clan leader- it wasn’t something people would particularly like to hear.
“then let them.” he smiles. picking up pace once again, one of his hand slithers down your stomach to reach your throbbing cunt. his nimble fingers making quick work with your clit- as if he hadn’t abused your insides enough. rubbing circles around your clit, he feels you throb around him, making him harder than he already is. pumping in and out of you, his mind was clouded with thoughts of you and only you.
“oh fuck! kazuha wait- too much!” you moaned, already taking up his offer not to hold back your erotic sounds as you come over him for the nth time that night. his hands now wet with your slick, not that he minded of course. kazuha slowed down once again to allow you relax against him.
“although i don’t really want anyone else but me seeing this side of you.” he says as he flips you over, now hovering over your exposed body. kazuha smiles as he looks down at the sight of you all wrecked because of him, chest heaving up and down as he just fucked the life out of you. you took note of the sudden glint in kazuha’s eyes, full of hunger and lust for you. a sense of embarrassment overcame you as you tried covering your chests, but you’d be silly to even try. nothing escapes this man, especially if its you.
“no point being embarrassed now my love, ive already seen and felt all of you.” kazuha whispers as he leans down to give your nipple a suck, causing another loud moan to tear through your throat. his cock beginning to rock in and out of you, dragging against your already white walls. your hands reached up to grip onto his biceps, not prepared to feel him continue stretching your walls. you let his name roll of your tongue, the grip on his arms tightening causing him to look up from between your breasts only to see you adorning what kazuha thinks is the cutest expression you’ve ever had- and he thinks your always beautiful. your plump lips slightly parted as you struggled to keep up with his increasing pace, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes, he simply couldn’t help himself, he was loosing his composure. a ring of cum forming around the base of his length as he plunged into you without warning.
“kazuha! too much… tis so good” you let your words contradict themselves, your mind blurred at this point. kazuha’s movements too were starting to become sloppy, he knew it was about to be too much for him to handle too.
“oh fuck, my dear you feel so good. your so fucking good for me. i love you.” he swore, you felt your heart flutter as you attempted to comprehend him, he never swore. with a few hard thrusts kazuha released in you, once again painting your walls with a new fresh coat of cream.
as the both of you reached your peak together, the estate once again fell to a state of silence. you suppose kazuha doesn’t mind if you’re the once that breaks his tranquillity once in a while.
extreme smut, like actually pure filth for people who are down bad
a/n: i literally cant be the only one who wants thoma gorou and kazuha to fuck me silly at the same time right. but its like they’re all soft doms, and super sweet, praising you, making sure you’re not in any excessive pain like ugh my heart </3
i just imagine thoma slowly trusting into you at the start so you can get used to his size, because we all know thoma is probably packing- prove me wrong i dare you. thoma’s hands are on your waist as he is thrusting into you his pace increasing slightly once he knows you are okay. soon he’s pounding into you you, the sound of skin slapping bouncing off the walls mixed with your heavenly like moans and gasps- begging for more. his lips plant soft kisses on your back up your shoulders and then begins to nip at your earlobe, groaning right your ear. he doesn’t want to admit it but he occasionally moans slightly louder just so he’s the only one you can hear for that short moment- he’s a little selfish like that.
“hmm you- fuck! you feel s-so fucking good yea, why don’t you moan louder for me baby.”
on the other hand, you take gorou’s length in your mouth. and gorou the needy little pup he is, doesn’t wait as long as thoma for you to get adjusted. the minute he feels your tongue lap against his shaft, he can no longer control himself. he’s thrusting hard and deep inside, his hands placed on your head making a mess of your hair. and i like to think gorou doesn’t last as long as the other two, but he can go for many rounds, so just because he came, the walls of your throat stained white at this point doesn’t mean he’s stopping anytime soon. sometimes he gets a little carried away, ironically thoma and kazuha have to tell him to give you a break.
“ah fuck, i need to go harder y/n.”
“gorou, you need to slow down for our dear y/n.” thoma says, breathless almost.
“that’s right, y/n has graced us with her body so play nicely.” kazuha would add.
and finally kazuha, now don’t get me wrong while he isn’t wrecking your insides like thoma or probably going to make you unable to speak the next day like gorou. doesn’t mean he isn’t a little tease in his own ways. actually he’s the biggest tease in my opinion. kazuha makes his way to your clit, his tongue doing circles around it, occasionally sucking down. kazuha is someone who gives amazing oral, often leaving you overstimulated. he knows all the right places to lick and suck, you can feel him smirking at your gasps and moans when he does something suddenly. he even using one of his hands to tease your perked nipples. kazuha is someone who doesn’t mind simply watching you squirm under him while he rubs himself off. and he’s definitely the sweet talker of the bunch.
“hmm my love, are you feeling good? look at you taking them both so well, maybe i should reward you yea? that’s right, cum for us my dear.”
this probably goes on for awhile, occasionally they would swap roles, just until they’re all satisfied. if you still can walk tomorrow morning, who am i kidding you probably cant.
though make sure you have enough stamina, after all you have three starving guys- and coincidentally they’re all hungry for you.
im gone for like a month and i come back only to write actual filth for what reason LOL, anyway ive been thinking about this for ??? so ??? long
every time xiao visits zhongli at the funeral parlor, he somehow finds himself listening to hutao’s non stop ranting about her crush on yanfei. even though xiao doesn’t understand most of what the young director is saying, he stays because hutao said he was her friend- once. and since then xiao feels obligated to do whatever he thinks a friend should do.
hello dear kazuha simp, i am a kazuha simp as well and i just came here to say that i LOVE you're writing -- i also just finished reading sweet as syrup and i'M SOBBING HELP LMAO
his smiley expression is so freaking smug like oml bro just take me already LOL
GDHEHDHSH THANK U
i haven’t written in so long BECAUSE IM LITERALLY ON GENSHIN NON STOP LOL i have so many drafts its so >:((( aggravating!! i want to continue writing BUT IM SO LAZY
hii :0 in order of spooky month coming up next week, maybe can i request headcanons or albedo and kazuha being vampires and how it would be like dating/living with them? you don’t have to write this request though? just an idea<3
hello hello!
i'm assuming you meant next month! it's never too late to start preparing! get your best costume ready :D ofc i'll do that, though! you're requesting my favorite characters ♡ how about this:
i'll try some halloween headcanons for both, and throw in a little vampire writing as well~
here's some modern spooky kazuha and albedo for you below the cut! with a little twist for you, too~ let me know if you enjoyed it!
gn!reader, and tw for blood, injury, and mild nsfw!
kazuha:
humans have created all sorts of customs over the course of their existence. kazuha has seen many a holiday be forgotten, buried by the sands of time.
but a few remained strong amidst the heavy changes of the times: valentine's day, christmas, and halloween
kazuha never really celebrated halloween
he doesn't really understand the hype, but because you love halloween so much, he's learned to love it as well
it was much for fun than he expected — dressing up as characters or monsters and eating candy until you were satisfied
kazuha eventually grew to like halloween just a tad bit more than you, believe it or not
october would start, and you would come home to your boyfriend already starting to hang up little bat ornaments and placing tiny pumpkins in corners of the room
he's endearing as fuck, pleass entertain him for all of october
TRICK OR TREATING!!!!
it's a childish custom, but damn if kazuha doesn't love it
if he doesn't have the energy to go to a costume party with you, he will insist that you two stock up on candy to give any trick or treaters!
(but not before setting aside a bunch for the two of you, of course)
kazuha loves dressing up as a samurai
and its not even the samurai that you're used to seeing on tv; it's this really specific ronin costume with maple leaves on it?
it's a little unusual to you, but kazuha's so attached to this costume that you don't really have the heart to question it
that, and he looks really fucking hot with a katana
it's a replica that you bought him for his birthday (which is actually a few days before halloween!! 10/29!!) and he... well, let's say he thanked you very well for the gift.
he handles it with the ease of a professional and cares for it like it's his child, but the thing only ever sees the light of day during halloween.
there's a lot of things that mystify you about kazuha, and he graciously gives you all the answers you need during a (very cliché) stormy halloween night
"you're a what?"
kazuha flinches at the incredulity that colors your tone. he's always had a curious air about him, one that he uses to his advantage to mask the questionable things he does from time to time. he's all too aware of his natural charm, and that's why you never outright asked him what his deal was. so after careful consideration, he decides to come clean on his own, sitting you down in the living room to confess his secret to you.
as for you, you can't believe what he's teling you. well, actually, you probably can with a little bit more thought, but the initial surprise has yet to settle in. you frown as you try to take in kazuha's big reveal.
on october 31st, kazuha reveals to you that he is a vampire.
he's been alive for quite a few centuries, he tells you, but he's never been with someone quite like you. understandably you find that very, very hard to believe, but you absorb his confession like a sponge. he calmly rattles off fact after fact about himself: that he does, in fact, drink the blood of humans, that it's not just him, but tomo, his best friend, as well, that the samurai costume was actually a replica of one he once wore many, many years ago...
you found yourself tongue-tied.
normally, whenever he delivers news to you, he cradles your hands in his own warm ones (why where his hands warm at all?, you ask yourself) to support you in case of an outburst. this time though, he's sitting opposite you on the couch, his head bowed. kazuha's shoulders are drawn in as if he's trying to make himself smaller before — to seem less threatening. when it dawns on you that he's actively trying not to scare you with his existence, you hesitantly reach out and lace your fingers with his.
kazuha recoils, his scarlet eyes frantically searching yours for any signs of disgust, or worse — fear.
"you don't need to comfort me." he tries to brush off fact that he's essentially running from you with one of his signature smiles. "i understand if this is too much for you to take in; i'll even leave if it means you'll feel safer—"
"kazuha."
your voice is firm -- much firmer than you thought it would be. hearing yourself out loud gives you the confidence to keep speaking. you reach out and take his hands, not letting him escape. he could probably still wriggle his way out of your grip (vampire strength is a thing, right?), but he doesn't. he just waits.
you continue.
"did i run from you when you told me the truth?"
kazuha shakes his head without a word.
"exactly. i'm not afraid of you, kazu', i'm just... processing. i have so many questions, but i don't want you to leave." you lift one of your hands to cup his face gently, smiling when he finally allows himself to melt into your touch. he may be a vampire, but he's still your kazuha. you lean in and kiss the corner of his lips, making him smile. "are you gonna answer my questions?"
"of course, my love. ask away."
the rest of that night is spent asking kazuha questions about his past.
in the halloweens after that, you start asking your boyfriend to dress up as dracula
it's (mostly) a joke, but he does entertain you and put on the dramatic black cape and lets you smudge eyeliner around his eyes for dramatic effect
kazuha admitted to you that tomo worked in a hospital because it allowed him easy access to human blood, which he routinely delivered to kazuha as well
but because the risk factor was too high, you worried for their safety — particularly tomo's, since he was more likely to get caught
so you suggest that he feeds from you
now. understand something.
it's been decades since kazuha has fed from a human directly, so his immediate response was a flat out "no"
he didn't know if he could trust himself around you
which begs the question how he's managed for so long, but i digress
you have to physically corner him in order to get him to bite you, and it should go without saying that cornering kazuha is no easy feat
he was a wanted ronin once, and it would seem that old habits die hard. he's slippery and evasive whenever you approach him, since he knows you'd try and get him to bite you
but one night, you finally do it!
kazuha was sitting with his back to the headboard, his nose in a book when you suddenly straddled him, your legs trapping him in
he chuckles and puts down his book, holding you closer
he asks you what the occasion is, and you can't help but smirk
"i've got you right where i want you!" you say triumphantly. your smirk falters a little when you see the fond grin kazuha gives you. he must not be taking you seriously. "hey, don't smile; this is serious business, okay?"
kazuha draws you in for a hug with a laugh. "yes, yes, you're very serious, angel." he takes a deep breath, filling his lungs with your scent. "did you use my soap again?"
you feel heat rise to your cheeks at his behavior. it had been a little while since you two were so close without him trying to slip away. "what? why does that matter?" you swat at him, but freeze when you feel his nose pushing at your neck. it shouldn't surprise you since it was something kazuha always did, but ever since he told you he was a vampire, the gesture took on a new meaning. you shiver and you can tell kazuha felt that. his arms tighten around you. "are you—" you start.
kazuha cuts you off with a quiet hum. "if you're going to tell me to bite you," he interjects, "i strongly suggest that you don't do that right now. i'm having a hard time holding back as it is."
again, you shudder. goosebumps litter your skin. "kazuha, i want it." your voice is airy and desperate. you're not sure how the tides turned on you so quickly, but now that you've got him in the spot you've been trying to put him in for so long, you're not sure where to go from here.
kazuha leans back to look you in the eyes, and you swear his eyes are an even deeper shade of crimson. his gaze is heated and hungry, but you can tell he's fighting it. he looks conflicted — torn between carnal desire and fear of his own strength. "y/n, i really don't think you know what you're saying." he warns quietly. his hand rests on your cheek gently, though you can feel it trembling. "i don't want to— if i hurt you—"
"you won't hurt me." you swallow thickly and rest your hand on his, hoping you're conveying your sincerity through your nervousness. "you never have, and i know you won't start now. i trust you, kazuha."
that's all he needed to hear.
after a brief pause, kazuha nods stiffly before leaning down to your neck and pressing feather light kisses to the area. you bare your neck to him and hear a soft, low noise come from him. it's almost primal somehow, and it makes you whimper. kazuha whispers a soft apology before sinking his teeth into you.
it doesn't hurt as bad as you thought it would. or at least, you don't think it does.
it all happens so fast.
you flinch when kazuha's teeth first pierce your skin, but as soon as the taste of your blood spreads on his tongue, you hear him moan. you've heard kazuha's moans a lot, but never one like this. it's like he's experiencing mind-numbing bliss. the sounds he makes are absolutely sinful, and as you become a little light-headed, you feel an all-too familiar pool of heat begin to grow.
"k-kazuha.." you stammer.
your boyfriend removes himself from your neck at the sound of his name and he licks the puncture wounds until they close, pulling little whines from your lips. "it must have hurt," he mutters between soft apologies. "forgive me, love. i got carried away."
"no, that's not— fuck..."
your breathy curse prompts kazuha to look you in the eyes. he looks about as aroused as you feel, though you can tell he's trying to mask it. you duck your head and shift your hips, hoping he gets the hint. your mind is reeling and fuzzy, your brain swarming with too many thoughts for you to process at once. the only thing you can say is his name. kazuha's eyebrows twitch as he stares at you.
"if you'd let me," he mumbles, "i can make you feel better."
you decide to take him up on his offer. that night, you learn that your boyfriend’s bites are best done in moderation.
albedo:
here's the thing about vampire albedo
he's actually a baby vamp :(
he's very new to this life, having been turned a few decades ago, as opposed to kazuha who's been a creature of the night for centuries.
he was raised by a full-blood named alice, who took him in as her son when his family was massacred by vampires, and raised him alongside her daughter, klee
klee is forever a child because her vampiric nature sort of kicked in early, stunting her growth
she's older than albedo — much, much older — but he's more like the big sibling than she is
albedo was turned by alice after contemplating the idea of years, and promptly moved out after much thought
adjusting to the life of a vampire was a feat in and of itself, but to do it alone was an even greater challenge
so when you meet him, he's just barely adjusted to his new life, and you find him to be quite the weirdo
he's often lost in thought and moving his jaw around, and he's usually got something to gnaw on all the time
when you two start dating, you learn the reason why he is the way he is
a few facts about your baby vampire boyfriend:
he loves chewing on pens, never pencils. he's burst a pen in his mouth before, so you tried to get him to at least bite pencils, but he refused, and now you have a drawer full of sturdy pens for him to chew on
he doesn't have any adverse reactions to typical vampire weaknesses, but he's still careful around things like garlic
albedo bites himself! a lot! it's completely accidental, but he frequently bites his lips
he's used to the pain by now, but you still catch him sulking over it
albedo really doesn't like going outside much? he would much rather be curled up with his favorite book in his favorite chair with a cup of tea
he says it's because the sun is painful, but you know he's lying. you asked alice and found out that it's because he likely doesn't known if he can handle being around so many people at once
and the most important fact:
albedo loves drinking from you.
"albedo, w-wait— ngh!"
you don't know what's gotten into him tonight. maybe it's the atmosphere; it's halloween night, and though you two passed on going trick-or-treating with klee, you decided on staying in the house to watch horror movies.
albedo's the stoic type whenever these movies come on. he criticizes the protagonist's choices as they make them, which makes it easier for you to sit through the jumpscares. halfway through the movie though, you felt his fingers getting restless on your thigh — a sign that he's feeling peckish.
you regularly get blood from alice to keep albedo satisfied between feedings from you, but lately, he's been a lot more... insistent. you never had the heart to deny him, because... well, the sex afterwards was good. fantastic, even. it's always entertaining to see your normally softspoken boyfriend get all worked up over you.
but tonight, he's a lot more forward.
his fingers start an unsteady rhythm, and you start to question if he's antsy or really hungry. you move his hand from your thigh and hold it tight in your own. "are you alright?" you pause the movie and bring your boyfriend’s fingertips to your lips. you feel them twitch. "you're acting kinda funny."
albedo's pupils are dilated, you notice, but he doesn't make any moves. he's always like that, even when he's impatient. he's cool and calculated, even in the worst of times. he gauges your reaction to his obviously needy state, and only when you nod slightly does he deem it safe to act.
you're suddenly on your back on the couch with albedo hovering over you, his cream colored hair surrounding his face. "i know this wasn't really planned for the night, and... and you're probably still tired from our last feeding, but—"
"you're hungry?"
albedo hesitates before nodding. even like this, he looks like an angel dropped straight out of heaven. "i can hear your heartbeat." albedo swallows, and you see his adam's apple bobbing slightly. "it's... intoxicating."
he doesn't waste a second. you had adjuste yourself to fit albedo between your legs comfortably, but you didn't expect him to actually go there. he's scooched himself back and down, fitting himself between your thighs. you gasp and sit up, but albedo's grip on your thigh keeps you from moving.
is he..?
"drinking from here wouldn't be wrong of me, would it?" he asks.
unlike the vampires from movies, albedo actually loved to bite you in other places. your wrists, your thighs, your hips or waist... to him, it signified a deeper sense of intimacy — biting you in places only he could see was a turn-on for him, basically. you don't know why he's suddenly so eager to feed like this, but you can't help but nod shakily. your voice is trapped in your throat.
without saying another word, albedo shucks off your pants in a few fluid motions, leaving you in your underwear. your voice comes to you when you see him leaning in and opening his mouth, although it's not much.
"albedo, w-wait— ngh!"
and that's how you find yourself clutching your boyfriend’s head as he drinks from your thigh, his pretty eyes closed as he sinks his teeth into your flesh. albedo's still a messy eater, and while it sounds cute in theory, it's sometimes a little jarring to see your normally composed lover with your blood around his mouth.
he doesn't make any noise, but his other hand steadily works away at your barely clothed crotch in an attempt to distract you from the pain. it's working — oh, it's definitely working — but once the pain bleeds into pleasure, you find yourself sniffling from too much stimulation.
you push your fingers into albedo's hair and tug gently, a sign that you've reached your limit. albedo's eyes fly open and he pulls himself away from your leg, smoothing over his mess and cleaning up with his tongue. you shudder and moan, your sounds only getting louder when you feel albedo's hand continuously moving against you.
"'bedo, you—" you arch your back off the couch as a shock of pleasure hits you. "you moved t-too fast..."
albedo brushes any stray drops of blood from his mouth with his thumb and licks it off, his eyes hooded as they drink you in. he apologizes, though he doesn't look very sorry at all. his hand keeps moving, and it brings you to your breaking point. you come undone with a sharp whine, your body shaking like a leaf in the wind.
all the while, albedo watches. he just sits silently and observes you. your cheeks heat up with embarrassment and you try to curl into yourself to hide from his prying eyes, but he stops you. "did it feel good?"
"shut up," you hiss. "you caught me off-guard and now i'm a mess."
albedo makes a noise. "do you want me to clean you up?"
please if im still playing genshin by kazuha’s rerun i will c6 him i only need another 5 constellations anyway…… think of it as a reward for sticking around so long KEKW
im so glad kazuha didn’t die??? and i KNEW IT signora did die, literally made so much sense ?? also all the theories about scara being a puppet turned out to be true SO HE CANT DIE FROM AGE ? literally xiao 2 also KAZUHA WAS SO HOT WHEN HE ACTIVATED THE VISION EXCUSE ME???;???!! LIKE STOP AND CALM DOWN PLEASE 🤨🤨🤨
anyway enjoy some of these scs of my baby kazuha because gdhshshhsnsnsns i love him and im glad he’s alive
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dailybridgerton
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yousharknotpass
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