I'm tired after a long week and I wanted to write something for khazan cause I can't find any x reader inserts with him. so have this silly, lowkey thirsting after him, one-shot and if enough people like this i'll write some a bit more raunchy later
Comments/reblogs highly appreciated.
cw. no plot, suggestive themes, thirsting after khazan, female reader, chubby reader
“Khazan! Over here!”
You wave at the general from the edge of the train grounds, beckoning him over to you now that he had finished his rigorous training regime for the day. You think he’s been at it for a few hours now, walloping away at the training dummies with minimal armour and barely any clothing to cover himself. You didn’t mind. You weren’t about to complain about the view, occasionally sneaking in quick glances and longing stares whenever you passed by the training grounds whilst attending to your regular duties.
Khazan approached you, the deep furrow in his brow relaxing when he realised who it was that was calling to him. You stopped waving when you were engulfed in his shadow and you had to crane your head back to get a better look at the hulking beast of a man known as General Khazan. There was always a small prickle that rippled along the nape of your neck when you were in his presence. It was hard not to feel at least a smidge intimidated by his presence, even if you had gotten mostly used to it by now.
A bright smile tugged at the plush seam of your lips as you raised the bucket you held in your hands a little higher. It was a little more difficult to raise the heavy bucket above your knees, fingers clasped around the handle as water sloshed inside as you tried to lift it a little higher. You almost lost your grip on the handle, shoulders aching and palms sweating profusely from holding it for so long.
“I got you something to cool off” you said with a bright and cheery voice.
And as an added bonus, it would help wipe away all the grime and grit that clung to his clammy skin from his training. You did your best to focus your eyes on his face and not let them stray to his body and ogle him. Nope, certainly not. You certainly did not notice the bead of sweat that dripped from his hair and slipped down the side of his neck to pool onto his collar bone. Certainly not.
The corners of Khazan’s lips twitched up into a ghost of a smile as he nodded his head, damp strands of his blond hair sweeping over his broad shoulders in a long, messy ponytail.
“My thanks” he murmured with a husky whisper.
You think your knees wobbled a little and you did your best to ignore the way your stomach flipped when he spoke to you with such a tone. Khazan reached down and took the bucket from your grasp, easily lifting and making you huff a little when you had struggled to lift the damn thing and not have your arms fall off in the process. The inappropriate thought of how easy it would be for Khazan to pick your heavy body off the ground and toss you around like you weighed nothing wormed its way into your skull with no warning. It made you feel a little light headed as your mind spun in a tizzy. You had to shake your head a little to dispel the thought.
You let go of the bucket handle as Khazan continued to lift the bucket over his head before dipping the cold, refreshing water straight over himself. You sucked in a sharp gasp of surprise through your teeth, taking two quick steps backwards to avoid the splashback and spray of water. You opened your mouth to tell the general off, after all, you had fetched that water yourself and carried the heavy burden all the way here, but you immediately shut it at the sight before you.
Your large, doe eyes roved up and down his body and you felt like you were about to spontaneously combust. Water dripped down Khazan’s body, bulky, bulging muscles glistening from the flood of water as it washed away the sweat and grime off. Saliva pooled into your mouth as you watched eager beads of water drip between the crevices of his defined muscles and the valleys of his deeply cut scars slashed across his skin. You swallowed thickly, throat bobbing as your fingertips itched to carve the same path across his skin. Water continued to drip from his hair in thick rivulets, now a mop of golden strands as he pushed the stray strands out of his eyes with a long, relieved sigh breezing past his lips. It must have felt refreshing, having such cold water poured onto his hot skin. You didn’t really think too much about it, your gaze still lingering on the tantalizing drops of water that slipped past his muscular abdomen and soaked into the waistband of his tight pants. You subconsciously licked your lips, throat parched as you desperately wished to trade places with a mere water droplet.
“Gods above I wish that were me.”
Khazan cocked his head to the side. “Did you say something?”
Heat rose to the round swell of your chubby cheeks. Your heavy lashes fluttered wildly over your burning skin, heat creeping all the way to the tips of your ears as you smacked a hand over your traitorous mouth. Did you just admit your perverse thoughts? Out loud? A mixture of embarrassment and shame flushed through your body and you wished you could pluck those words out of the air and shove them back down your gullet where they belong. But since that was not an option, maybe you could just pray for the ground to open up and swallow you whole right now? You stumbled over your words in a flustered mess, eyes darting all over the place as you vehemently fought to keep your gaze on his face. You failed. Several times. Quite miserably too. You swallowed down the flustered noise that wanted to crawl out of the back of your throat as you shook your head.
“N-No, I didn’t say anything” you said in a quick rush. “And if I did, just…forget you heard anything.”
Khazan raised an eyebrow at your odd behaviour. He found the behaviour quite endearing as you tucked a piece of your hair behind the curve of your ear, plump lips pressed into a thin line as you continued to burn on the spot. You continued to shake your hand as you waved your hands flippantly in the air, making strange gestures as you took another step back.
“Uh, I think I hear someone calling for me” you lied, pushing out the first excuse you could think of to get out of this situation. “I’ll talk to you later, general. Bye!”
You scurried away as quick as you could, leaving Khazan to stare at the spot you had just been, confusion etched onto his face. Water still dripped off his body and created a puddle beneath his feet.
“Odd” he commented to himself.
He heard the voice of the Blade Phantom stir in his head, the unwanted witness to the conversation feeling the need to comment on what had just transpired.
“She looked like a starving wolf eyeing up a hunk of meat.”
The gears in Khazan’s head started turning before he realised what the phantom was hinting at. Khazan’s gaze travelled up and down his body and it dawned on him.
“Ozma sluggishly opened his eyes as he registered a weight next to him. These days, that would usually be a cause for concern, if he hadn't seen the strands of long, blonde hair from the body next to him. Gold mixing with Ozma's Violet.”
TFBK fans eat up!!! I’m obsessed with this game so I decided to contribute to the frankly tiny amount of fanfiction for it.
Enjoy! (cover is also illustrated by me!)
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