Okay so the affection prompts are so adorable and all of them are so good! I love your stories and am excited to see what you write!
Can you do “person A zipping up person B’s coat for them when it gets cold outside” or “person A makes a small sacrifice for person B”?
I love all of your Kaz fics so much!
Thank you so much for the kind words! I hope you enjoy!
Buttons; Affection Prompt
Summary: Kaz buttoning Reader’s coat for them when it gets cold outside
Word Count: 1,206
CW: none
As the frost slipped in and the wind blew colder while the leaves started changing, behaviors didn’t. Y/N was forgetful on a good day, scatterbrained on a bad day. They often forgot their coat altogether, enjoying the early autumn chill. They would tell most who asked that it swept the life back into them, the air itself feeling crisp and fresh, like a new start was coming. When winter arrived and snow began to cover the roofs, their coat was pulled over hurried arms and frozen hands were tucked into pockets more out of necessity than want.
Kaz and Y/N were holed up in his office on the first floor of the Slat, looking over documents and maps. Kaz pushed away from the desk, rubbing his eyes. “If I look at this map for another minute, I’m going to stab it,” he grumbled.
Y/N, curled in the armchair across the desk from him, looked up from the reports they were reviewing. “Need a break?”
“Please,” Kaz sighed, shifting to look out the window at the sparsely populated streets, the cold keeping most inside.
Y/N hummed and stretched, their back popping from staying in the same position for too long. “Should we go check on the Crow Club? See if there’s anyone getting too big for their britches over there?”
Kaz barked a laugh. “While the walk sounds good, the club can manage on its own.”
Y/N set their papers on the edge of the desk and reached down to retrieve the boots they’d discarded when they’d settled into the chair. “A walk by the harbor? Sun’s setting, it’s going to look pretty nice right about now.”
Kaz pondered for a moment and nodded. “That sounds good. We should grab dinner on the way there as well.”
Y/N smiled and stood, pulling their coat on. Kaz picked his own coat off the back of his chair and threw it on, swiftly buttoning it. Y/N turned toward the door, thoughts already turning to that little food cart on the way to the harbor they loved so much.
Kaz stepped around the desk and caught the back of their coat. “Wait just a moment.”
Y/N turned, yanked by his grip. Impatiently, they shifted from foot to foot as they waited for Kaz to give permission to keep walking. He didn’t do anything right away, taking in their appearance. Finally, he pulled them closer by the lapels of their coat and started fussing with it, adjusting the way it lay. When he seemed satisfied enough, he started buttoning it for them.
Y/N swatted at his gloved hands to get him to stop but he brushed them away and kept his focus on the coat, deftly sliding the round and wooden buttons through the holes in the fabric. “Kaz,” Y/N asked, “what are you doing?”
“Taking care of you.” No caveat, no snide comment to go with it, not even a hint of sarcasm in his voice. Just sincerity and love.
Y/N considered trying to play with him and ask if he was sick but they didn’t want to break the silence and gentle intimacy of the moment. Kaz made sure their collar lay even and released them, both taking a few steps away.
WIthout another word, Kaz led the way out of the building and down the street. The pair stopped briefly at the Crow Club to check in before hopping on a browboat to the harbor. The ride was as peaceful as Ketterdam could get, snow falling softly around them. Shouting and gun fire could be heard down various alleys and side streets, the usual sounds of the Barrel filling the late afternoon canals and spreading into the more ‘reputable’ districts at times.
The harbor was a different kind of sound. The water lapped at the sides of the docks and the ships, as if asking to be let in. Dock workers were hurrying to unload the last of the cargo before the sun set for the night and they were forced to work by lamp light. Sailors were sitting around their ships, passing around stories and drinks. Birds swooped in the air, shouting their cries. Over it all, the smell of salt and fish persisted.
Kaz grabbed Y/N’s elbow and steered them away from the busier sections and berths. They found a good spot against the wall of a nearby warehouse, crates stacked against it providing seating. Kaz sat on a low crate, stretching his bad leg out in front of him and resting his cane beside him. Y/N climbed up a few rows and perched there, legs crossed in front of them.
Together, they silently watched the sun dip beneath the horizon, washing the world in vibrant colors for the last time that day.
When the sky was a deep purple and stars were twinkling in the distance, Y/N spoke the words that had been on their mind. “Did you mean it?”
Kaz frowned up at them. “Mean what?”
“Back at the Slat. When you said you were taking care of me. Did you mean that?”
They half expected him to play it off, to say he was just making sure a valuable member of his team was in fighting shape. A part of them deep down thought they wouldn’t be useful to him if they’d gotten sick and died. The other, louder, half of them wondered if he would admit it. Admit those feelings that he only ever shows through actions, never spoken words. Even when he asked them to be his romantic partner, it had been through a note left in their room.
Kaz looked up at them, face set and eyes serious. “Yes, I meant it.” He took a deep breath, eyes slipping closed for just a moment, and reached into his pocket. “Emotions are hard for me to express with words. I’ve loved you for a while, it feels like my whole life, and I want to take care of you for the rest of my life.” He tossed them a box and they caught it on reflex. “Will you have me?”
Y/N laughed when they opened the box to find a ring glinting in the fading sunlight. “Kaz, you crazy bastard, of course I’ll marry you!”
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Snow melted to flowers and rain, which in turn led to heat and a marriage. The heat gave way to the chill winds as the frost blew back in and snow again covered the ground as the seasons marched ever onward. Habits are harder to break and well earned.
Kaz pulled his spouse toward him by their coat lapels. “You didn’t button it again.” He huffed, fingers setting to work.
Y/N shrugged. “I like when you do it. It’s nice.”
Kaz hummed and, finishing, dropped a kiss on the top of their head. “That’s good to know.”
Y/N gently reached up to kiss his cheek before tugging Kaz’s sleeve into place and fixing the cuffs. “There, all set.”
Kaz offered Y/N his arm. “Shall we go?”
They laughed but carefully looped their arm through his and rested their hand gently in the crook of his elbow. “Yes, let’s.”
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Do you do Naruto headcanon? How about Sai showing affection, nicknAmes and cuddle prompts. Thank you so much!
I do write for Naruto! If you go over to my characters post, you’ll see everyone that I write for and every fandom! Sai isn’t on that list, but I went ahead and did this anyways. Hope you like it, butterfly-anon!🦋🌸
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* prompt *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
Affection, nicknames and cuddling
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* affection *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
He’s not really the best at showing his affection
When the two of you started dating, he got a LOT of books to try and figure out what he was supposed to do
He knew that it was something that was important to you, even if he didn’t fully understand it himself
Honestly, he would probably read somewhere that having sex was the greatest form of affection and intimacy and he would just ask you for it outright
“(Y/n)?”
“Yes?”
“Let’s have sex.”
You nearly spit out your drink, your head whipping to look at him only to notice a book in his hands
You would just laugh and tell him that the two of you would save that for the future and to start out with small things
The most that really happens between the two of you is hand holding
He doesn’t truly understand kissing, so don’t expect making out or anything too heated like that
He will give you little cheek kisses on occasion though
He really is trying, he just doesn’t understand, even with his books
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* nicknames *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
He’ll call you his model regularly, seeing as how you’re often the inspiration or subject of his art
He also calls you beautiful because he knows that you are, in an aesthetic, art-prospective kind of way
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* cuddles *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
He’s always really awkward and stiff
Seriously, every single time
Even if you guys have been dating for a while, he’ll get better, but he’s been deprived of physical affection for 17 years
Cut poor boy some slack
He usually ends up being the little spoon since you understand
Besides, maybe he needs to be shown some love and affection to truly understand it!
I hope that was okay, butterfly-anon! Like I said, he wasn’t on the list because I wasn’t really sure of my capabilities in terms of writing him. I hope you like it though!🦋🌸
Everyone had a breaking point, Tyrande had a higher one than most but still she had one. Coming here, to Suramar was that breaking point. They were so close, so close to saving Illidan but that wasn’t all that was stressing the High Priestess out. Since they had come here they had seen the horrors Elisande set forth on her own people, children even sent off to be fuel for the demonic devices.
She sat on the edge of her bed, head resting in her hands. She felt arms wrap around her waist and a familiar warmth come to rest and pull her closer. She turned slightly to see a familiar tattooed chest in her peripheral.
“Tyrande it’s going to alright,we’ll save these people, we will. And Illidan, he’s been through worse we’ll save him too.” He reassured her running his hands through her hair.
She shifted in his lap turning to face him and stared into his eyes for a few moments trying to think of something to say but instead she buried herself in his chest and wept.
It was getting colder outside and this was leading to Illidan becoming more sluggish. It took longer for the naga to get out of bed and he could often be found lugging a hot water bottle around to try and keep himself warm enough to keep his thoughts from fogging.
He was laid out on Shan’s couch reading a book when he felt the blanket he had draped over his lower half slip away, thinking Snarly had grabbed hold of the blanket he reached out for it only to bump into a soft warm hand. He gave a soft hiss of surprise and peered over the book finding Shanarra wrapping the blanket over her shoulders before lowering herself onto him.
“Well hello there.” He said with smirk wrapping an arm around her waist. She was warm and soft on his scales. He put the laid the book aside and scooted her further up his chest.
“You looked cold.” She said playfully and he smirked at that.
“I was,but I’m feeling warmer already.” He purred, his other hand wrapping around her. He hoped she knew he wasn’t just cuddling her for warmth because as nice as that was he still appreciated having her close just because.
Illidan growled in response, the demon lord raised a wing with the intent of taking a swipe at Shanarra but instead hissed in pain and glowered at her.
“Illidan, don’t be like that. You’re hurt let me see.” She pressed again.
He normally wouldn’t be so hostile but he was embarrassed that he had been so badly wounded in a fight he should have had no trouble with, Kil'jaeden had sent a few of his Felguard to infiltrate Illidan’s fortress and they had caught the Demon Lord off guard and away from his protector Shanarra.
With a huff he finally relented and pulled a bloodied hand from his side revealing a deep wound obviously caused by a felguards axe. “There happy?”
He immediately regretted those words as she threw him a glare herself and pulled him over to a divan. She had obviously been prepared as there were supplies to patch him up waiting nearby.
“I could have taken care of this myself, I’m the Lord of this planet for a reason.” He said hissing as she cleaned the wound. She didn’t say anything only continued her work running a roll of bandages around him.
“You spend enough time taking care of me, there’s no shame in letting me take care of you.” She said simply as she finished.
Illidan looked down at his newly bandaged side and then switched his gaze over to her. He didn’t feel like starting an argument as blood loss and exhaustion was finally starting to catch up with him. He laid out on the couch pulling her down with him.
“Do me a favour then dear, and watch over me while I rest.”
It was a quiet night, most of the elves in town were still scared the legion was going to drop on them at any moment and nobody could fault them for that. Gul’dan’s defeat at the Nighthold had only been the tip of the iceberg.
Tonight however was peaceful for the two Stormrage brothers finally freed from the Nightmare and the Nighthold they were safe once more. It had been Malfurion’s suggestion to go on a walk through the forest of Teldrassil and Illidan saw no harm in it.
“This is the way things should be.” Illidan said eliciting a brow raise from his brother. “You know, the both of us here together, unharmed, neither of us angry at each other. It’s nice.”
When the brothers came to a clearing in which the trees parted and the stars and the two moons were visible they paused and looked up. Illidan thought back to when they had been kids and would go out into the wilds of Val’Sharah to do pretty much the same as they were doing now.
They may have changed, the world may have changed, but the sky was still the same sky and at their heart the Stormrage brothers we still the same twins who would have died for each other.
Illidan shivered as he walked into Tyrande and Illadryns house a sudden cold front having caught the half demon off guard.
As soon as he saw the younger man perched on the sofa looking snug he hurried over and wrapped his arms around him. He heard the youngr man protest but his only response was hug harder.
“Dude.....it’s fucking COLD outside and you are like a space heater let me steal your warmth.”
