#kaitala

[baebyblade]

i love that kai is both a cat person and a dog person

[silverwolfxiii]

This was a gift for my role-play partner, in honor of the theme party we organized (and we still can't conclude xD)

Yuriy 🐺 Kai 🦇

[shamelessllamapeanutthing]

Piñakaitala

(I see you’ve found a way around my sturdy anon ask system XD)

Kai x Tala (prompt: pińakaitala aka a drink Trashy came up with.)

Kai looked down the street, waiting for a glimpse of Bryan’s jeep. He was nowhere near ready to end the night yet near, and his arms were already starting to sing in pain. 

Next to him, fully leaning against his body and happily drooling on his shirt was Tala fucking Ivanov, black out drunk, yet again. His vibrant red hair was sticking out of the man bun, something that did unspeakable things to Kai’s stomach, that he had recently taken a liking to and his shirt was bunched where Kai’s arms held him up, riding up to reveal a smooth sliver of flushed skin that Kai was very pointedly not looking at. 

The fact that Tala blushed right down his torso when he was piss drunk was something that had been carefully cataloged already.  

Adjusting his weight to lean more against the wall of the club so that his arms could receive a rest, Kai gritted his teeth and settled to wait in a relatively more comfortable position.

It wasn’t long after that till Bryan rolled up. Kai caught sight of a long, black braid on Bryan’s passenger when he opened the door to step out though, and realised why the mad had taken his sweet time. 

“Your mutt’s piss drunk again.” Kai intoned, no real bite behind his tone. Bryan simply grinned, bending down to sling Tala’s arm around his own shoulder and taking his weight off of Kai’s poor, abused muscles. 

“I get it he chickened out again, then.” 

Feeling a smile threatening to break across his mouth, Kai quickly looked away to fish for cigarettes in his pocket, tongue carefully jabbed between his teeth until he lit up, safe from the danger of giving into the ridiculously sappy grin that the foolish redhead always managed to pull from him. 

Bryan, however, had known Kai long enough to recognise an avoidance tactic when he saw one. 

“You are completely hopeless, both of you. He ain’t a fucking billionaire like you Hiwatari, his wallet suffers.” 

The Russian’s tone was teasing, eyebrows raised in clear mockery. Kai glared. 

“I am not his fucking nanny, he can do what he wants with his money. And you better get back to your cat, he’s starting to get jumpy.” 

Bryan turned back to glance at where Ray was peeking out of the driver’s window now, tongue poking out of his mouth in clear curiosity. After a brief goodbye, Kai was watching Bryan shove Tala’s prone form in his backseat, driving away seconds later. 

It wasn’t till Kai was back at his own place, sprawled atop his own bed, fingers mindlessly scrolling through Instagram that he caught sight of the picture he had posted to his story at the beginning of the night. it was a simple selfie, but the lighting was good and his eyeliner looked amazing. What he hadn’t noticed before though, was the redhead caught in the corner of the image, mouth open amid sentence and eyes displaying naked adoration he’d never otherwise show, as he gazed at Kai.

Kai smiled and closed the app. 

It had been the seventh night that Tala had asked him to ‘grab a drink’, his intent clear as day to anyone who knew anything about him or Kai. It had been the seventh night that Tala had gotten too flustered, gulped a few too many times, stolen hundreds of morose glances and then finally given up, ordering drink after drink of that stupid pińakaitala even though he knew that one fucked him up bad. Soon enough he was drunk after his mind and garbling out broken sentences like ‘your eyes are stupid fire’ or ‘mouth won’t work can you not look at me while my mouth won’t work’.

It was adorable. 

In a rare moment of smitten affection, Kai pressed the screen into his chest, closing his eyes and immediately being accosted by an image of the redhead, in his dark waistcoat and crazy sexy man bun. He felt a giggle rise in his throat, and forced it down, because alone or not, he wasn’t a dumbass.

Next weekend Tala would ask him to get drinks again, he knew. Kai would make a face but say yes, he knew. This time Tala would gather the guts to actually ask Kai out, he hoped. 

Never mind the fact that Tala had taken him out on seven dates already all to get a chance to ask him to a date.

Fucking idiot. 

Hope you like it, bub :*

[beybladeimagines]

I love your blog! It’s so good! Can I request Tala/Kai soft domestic?

Mod Note: Thank you so much for your kindness and support, my love! BIG SMOOCHES @ YOU. I really hope you enjoy this, as I was pretty immersed in this request while writing it.

When they are together, everything is so...quiet. They choose to live in a very secluded setting, where anything and everything can be heard except for the sounds of people. They became very attuned to one another’s noises, but those sounds are the only one’s that are welcomed, because they seem to prefer one another’s presence over anyone else’s. I just have this image of winter winds blowing outside, but meanwhile they’re inside in bed. Kai is leaning into Tala’s chest, Tala has his arm over Kai’s shoulder while the other is behind his head, and the only light in the room comes from a candle on the dresser beside them. They often have these very peaceful moments where they find sanctuary within one another’s bodies or grasps. Although neither of them like to be touched, they have practiced the art of intimacy through sharing the same space and falling asleep around one another. They often practice displaying affection and testing one another’s boundaries through very subtle but impactful ways, such as tracing scars, playing with fingers, and allowing fingers to dance around the grooves and dips of flesh and muscle. Touches once considered invasive are now seen as ways for them to memorize the outlines of their favorite form, their favorite shapes. It serves as a way of becoming so intimately familiar with the person they’re infatuated with.

When Kai was a child, his grandfather tried to impose many practices and ideas onto him. He wanted Kai to be this impressive and unrelenting force, but all at once, a well-rounded, elegant, and cultured businessman. Because this was the case, Kai was taught piano and although he struggled to show interest in a hobby that made him stand still, he managed to memorize a few notes. Kai would play for Tala; in fact, he might accidentally wake Tala up because his curiosity for the piano got the best of him. Tala never really cared too much for music, let alone soft music, but when he hears Kai play, it ends up invoking a lot of memories, emotions, and desires. While many of the memories and feelings are mixed, Tala craves moving to the music with Kai. From then on, the only sound that infiltrates the silence they share is the piano and even when it’s being played through a vinyl record or a small speaker, Tala has a way of pulling Kai in so they can slow dance within their dimly lit space. In truth, Tala simply wants to have another excuse to keep Kai close and to have his body against his. Through something like slow dancing, the rhythm makes him focused on his partner and the intimate moment they’re engaging in. Everything else seems to disappear except for the feeling of his partner in his arms.

Neither of them are exactly romantic. Tala will never randomly show up with flowers one day and Kai would never return home with a box of chocolates (unless he himself was going to eat them). However, they are both very adventurous spirits who seek solace in floral spaces like forests. They often explore together by taking hikes, resting by rivers, and climbing high places. It’s extremely taxing on their bodies, but they’ve accustomed themselves to putting their physiques through hell if only to get further and further away from civilization. There’s a huge pay off when they’re able to lay down and watch the stars together, softly allowing their hands to brush, as if asking permission for contact. Kisses are slow and sensual. They’re both trying to memorize the softness of skin, the taste of lips, the scent of a freshly put-out campfire, and the sound of one another breathing alongside the chirping of distant crickets. Tala’s hand is on Kai’s cheek, stroking hair away and imposing warmth onto cheeks that are usually cold. He wants to savor the various feelings of his partner, especially all at once. Tala is very greedy for contact now that he knows how wonderful it feels when it comes from Kai. Through those intimate and romantic touches, they are silently exchanging confessions of love, despite struggling to say those three little words in regular conversation.

[baebyblade]

i have so many kairei borirei and kaiyuri fics i wanna write and not enough time/patience to write much less finish them all why do best boys inspire me sm i’ll cry

[baebyblade]

in this photo: sidepiece fatale and kai

not pictured: kai’s wife rei

[baebyblade]

first post on here; i wrote a chaptered kaixray fic with the rest of borg/rei (particularly talaray and bryray) and some kai/tala. it’s extremely dead dove, so please heed the warnings.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39127677

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

i would like to thank @luxahheart for inspiring me to keep going with this project of mine 🤍

[baebyblade]

kai x yuriy x boris x rei is prolly my ultimate ot4 of all time and i WILL write for them just u wait