...allows you to enter his lab unrestricted. that may sound basic, but given the nature and origins of his alchemy, he has to be incredibly cautious about who goes in and out of any of his labs. not even the acting grand master can enter -- but you can.
...engages in pda without thinking about it. he doesn't have a problem with it, but he tries to avoid it as much as possible since he doesn't particularly enjoy the attention of too many others. but, if you catch him off-guard...
you're eating lunch with the knights while albedo studies some topic that you forgot the name of. you're not pressuring him to eat much, but you'd prefer that he does so he doesn't get light-headed again.
you tap your boyfriend's shoulder and hold your spoon to his lips. "albedo, open up really quick." you prompt him gently. he doesn't look away from his book, but he turns his head slightly and opens his mouth as you requested, taking the spoonful and humming in approval. you huff a small laugh through your nose and kiss his cheek before turning back to the other knights, who are staring at you two with their jaws on the ground. "what?" you ask, taking another spoonful of food.
kaeya gives you a look. "i didn't realize you had our chief alchemist on such a tight leash." he teases.
you feel the food start to go down the wrong pipe and cough harshly. you actually feed him that way pretty often when you're alone, so you just acted on instinct. you feel your face heat up as lisa and jean join kaeya in laughing. "that's not--" you start.
albedo speaks up for you. "they do not have me on a leash, kaeya. they simply care about my well-being. now can you please refrain from teasing my partner? it's a little loud." with that, the chief alchemist dives right back into his book, but not before guiding your spoon to his mouth again.
there's a brief, stunned silence before conversation picks up again. beside you, jean taps your knee and subtly gestures to albedo.
when you peek over at him, you see his ears burning a bright red.
boyfriend!albedo who...
...makes his biggest confessions to you on starsnatch cliff, surrounded by fragrant cecelias.
...always hesitates to ask you to help him babysit klee, even after a considerable amount of time has passed.
...fashions an accessory for you out of the irminsul's branches. it's smooth and thrums with energy, especially when albedo is nearby. you don't know why, but it's nice when you feel the it react to albedo's presence.
Congrats on your milestone Zuzu! 🎉 At first I didn't think I'd join the event because I really had no idea of what to send, but then it hit me. I feel like months ago everyone brainrotted on the concept of mean!Kazuha and it brought even more people to your writing works, so I think it might be cool if we could "turn back time" for this event! I don't have anything particular in mind if not a drabble w possessive mean Kazu.. but since we all like bites it'd be cool if you know... Kazuha and lovebites...
Anyways, have a good day!
🌿 — love (bites) !
✧ — pairing: mean!kazuha x gn!reader
✧ — format: hc/drabble
✧ — warnings: slightly suggestive content
✧ — tags: fluff (?), angst, slightly suggestive content (marking), implied feelings of possessiveness (kazuha), unrequited love, kazuha's a little bit of an asshole
✧ — notes: a little blast from the past, i like it! so this is a... special kind of mean!kazuha that sorta popped in my brain. you kinda gotta squint to see how fucked up this is. i really hope you like it,,, and that it makes sense .. uh, reblogs and reactions are appreciated <3
“kaedehara kid got you good, didn't he?”
"what?" you stop eating and face juza, whose brows are raised with what you assume is amazement. why would he say something like that now? you haven't seen kazuha all day. "what do you mean?"
juza points to a spot on your neck and then to your waist, where your shirt is starting to ride up, exposing your skin. "they're faint, but i can still see the bruises he gave you." juza's face becomes clouded with concern. "must've been painful, huh?"
you nearly choke. you shove your shirt down to hide the bruise and bring a hand up to cover your neck with a nervous laugh. "uh, yeah! he's just, uh..." you scramble to think of an explanation. "very competitive. i beat him a few times, so he got a little riled up. nothing serious, though."
"i didn't peg him as the aggressive type... then again, we still don't know much about him." juza sighs. "you're the only person he really talks to on this ship, kid."
bullshit, you think. "is that right..?"
"sure is. look, i get that you two are sparring partners, but take it easy on each other, okay?" juza clamps a hand down on your shoulder, an easy-going smile crossing his face. it's so easy to lower your guard around this guy. "if you see kaedehara kid today, get him back for those bruises, okay? give 'em hell."
it must be nice to be so in the dark about the truth. you mirror his smile nonetheless. "i will." juza soon departs with a wave, leaving you to your devices. you wait until he's far away enough before you dart into your cabin and move your hand from your neck.
now that you're looking closer, it's a good thing you chose to wear this shirt today. the bruise on your neck that juza was referring to was only one of many that kazuha had left a few days prior. he really was a little rougher with you that day than usual -- he said something about only letting him pick on you and no one else. whatever that meant. you're about to inspect your other bruises when someone raps their knuckles on your door gently. you fix your clothing and head over to open it.
and who else but kazuha would be standing at your door? so much for a peaceful day.
"oh. you." you deadpan. truthfully, your heart is starting to pick up speed, but you're not sure why -- you're afraid you might be anticipating what usually happens whenever he shows up at your door. "what do you want?"
kazuha makes a faux wounded expression. "no proper greeting, songbird? have you lost your manners?"
"bite me." you shoot back.
kazuha raises an eyebrow. "so you're asking for it this time?" he chuckles, the sound low. "this is a new change of pace."
"that's not what i meant, and you know it." you scoff. you march further into your room and plop onto your bed. there's really no point in turning him away; he'll either stay in your doorway or let himself in anyways, which he does. he stands close by you, his lips still quirked with an irritating hint of amusement. you don't like the way he looks at you -- at least you don't think you do. kazuha is pretty and it's probably the most irritating thing about him.
kazuha crosses his arms. "i overheard juza telling you to, and i quote, 'give me hell'." he looks far too entertained by the thought. "do you plan on following through?"
you think of the faded bruises on your skin. "maybe i should," you grunt, "since you're so bent on giving me hell." your aggression wavers just a bit on your next sentence. "did you really have to make the... the bruises so dark?"
"you can call them hickies, songbird."
"hell no. hickies are given to me by people i actually like."
there's finally a crack in kazuha's visage. he opens his mouth but quickly shuts it. there's silence. whether it's a comfortable one or not, you have no idea. kazuha's next words are a bit soft. "and who has given you hickies in the past?" you eye him warily, but answer anyways. he just hums and nods as he savors the information. "i see."
"why are you here, kazuha?" you finally ask. "what do you want?"
kazuha shrugs, the motion fluid. "originally, my plan was to suggest that we spar. i wanted to see if you would try to put me in my place." he pauses. autumn eyes zero in on you, sending a shiver down your spine. "but i'm reconsidering that."
you recognize the look he's giving you -- that look, like he's trying to devour you whole. it renders you speechless. your neck prickles with heat as kazuha makes his way over and sits beside you. like always, you don't put up much of a fight as he brings his bandaged hand to cup your jaw. kazuha hums again, this time sounding dismayed. "they really are fading, aren't they?"
"you better not." you threaten lowly. your words are harsh and cold, but they somehow still hold no bite.
"and why not?"
"people talk." it's not really that you don't want them to, it's more that you like it when they do. you wish you could be more assertive at a time like this -- if you were, you'd probably stop dancing around the truth. "they'll think we're..." together, you almost say.
kazuha picks up on your meaning right away, but your words affect him in a way you're unfamiliar with. his lashes flutter ever so slightly and something vulnerable flashes across his face. he wipes it up almost immediately, his usual smugness returning to his face.
"is that so unpleasant a thought?" he leans in and brushes his nose against the sensitive part of your neck. "they're bound to think that we're together by now, don't you think? you let me into your room..." his teeth gently tug on your skin, making you jump. "you let me touch you like this..."
it's not unpleasant. gods, it was never unpleasant to begin with, but it's plain as day that kazuha thinks of you as a fucking joke. he does this so often -- tugs you under the waves of affection and treats you like a lover only to turn around and agitate you to the brink of tears within the same day. he revels in your tears -- he's told you once before. kazuha thinks of you as his own personal plaything; one that he can do with as he pleases and stake his claim on.
and you, being the fool that you are, allow him to.
you put up a fight -- and a pretty damn good one, really -- but your heart isn't in it. it never is. you've been a sucker for kazuha from day one. sometimes you think he feels the same way; from the way he bandages you up to the way he'll subtly share his food with you when you want more but are too shy to speak up about it. but then he does this; this fake display of infatuation, this constant marking whenever you do something with someone he doesn't like or say something too smart for his liking.
it's too much, you think as kazuha's lips start to press firmer against your neck. but if this is all you can get from him, then...
kazuha blows on your skin and laughs when you jump. "you're not listening to me, are you?"
"why should i ever listen to you?" you shoot back.
"it's in your best interest to do so." kazuha's hands find rest on your waist, his fingers slipping under your shirt and brushing over a sore spot. you shudder. "i wouldn't want to hurt you again, pretty thing." he presses his fingers into your skin, making you hiss with pain.
"shut the fuck up." you seethe. "you're an asshole."
kazuha hums. always with the humming. always so serene, even when he's got you in the palm of his hand. he's silent for a moment. then: "maybe you're right." he sounds almost solemn. you can feel his breath warm against your skin. "but you... you are my canvas. and i believe a new painting is in order."
you don't miss the emphasis he puts on the word my. it's poetic. it'd even be romantic if this whole situation wasn't so...
your thought are halted when kazuha suddenly starts to suck on your neck. the action startles you; your mouth drops open in a gasp and your hands fly to his shoulders, but he doesn't budge. he lowers you to lay on your back and moves with you, his mouth never leaving your skin. once you're laid down, he pulls away for a moment to just look at you.
"i fucking hate you." you grumble. at the very least, you can still put up a fight.
kazuha huffs a laugh under his breath. what is it that he finds so funny about you? "so you say." he murmurs. "then stop me." when you falter, he just smiles. "of course you can't." he eases back down and continues his assualt on your neck.
all you can do is muffle your gasps and sighs. maybe he knows how you feel. maybe, you think as he soothes the sting of a fresh mark with his tongue, just maybe, he knows how badly you want this to stop. how badly you want this to become real.
you bring a hand up to tug at kazuha's hair hard when he bites you too hard. he chuckles and continues what he was doing.
or maybe he just likes seeing you squirm. because at the end of the day, whether you like it or not, you're his. and he knows that.
...perhaps lovebites is a better word to describe the purples and reds left on your skin.
✦ and we're back to being super nervous again,,, i rlly hope this is okay!
✦ it ended up being angst, which... was not the original plan? i dunno, this is just how i see this kind of thing playing out with mean!kazuha.. he has his moments where he's just so gentle with you, but you can never be sure if he actually likes you or if he's just doing this to mess with your head (the answer is both). this is a special type of mean!kazuha, i guess!
✦ like the title says, love fucking bites, dude. this kind of love hurts.
ok hear me out. im imagining college au kazuha..who always goes out with you to get you coffee at 7 am i the morning…who always wakes you up when you’re starting to fall asleep during lectures…who always walks you to your next class…and at the end of a stressful day, you go to his house and cuddle with him till you both fall asleep. kazuha just sounds so caring omgg <3
college au!kazuha who...
...despite his not being a morning person, routinely comes to your apartment and spends the morning with you. more often than not, he's catching up on sleep while you get ready. he'll sit at your table with his head resting his folded arms, his hair still a bit fluffy and messy from waking up. once you're ready, you poke him until he wakes, and you usher a yawning kazuha to your bathroom where you tame his hair. he loves when you're in his hair -- maybe a bit too much. he'll probably fall back asleep. the only way you really get him awake is if he feels you pulling his hair into pigtails. (which he doesn't mind, but he's not gonna go out like that!) kazuha calls you his "morning angel" -- says something cheesy about how seeing you always wakes him up. you'll call him a sap and he'll ask for a kiss, and like that, your morning will officially begin.
...always orders the same thing in the mornings: a fresh croissant and green tea. he also has your order memorized to a perfect T, each little detail engraved in his mind. you have his order memorized too -- you know exactly how many sugars he wants and how to get the freshest croissant from the cafe. the first time you brought him his stuff perfectly, he gave you a smile that could melt a glacier. "you really are my morning angel," he'd said to you.
...has a thing for poking your side whenever he catches you dozing in your shared lectures. sometimes, to keep you awake, he'll take your hand in his and toy with it; his fingers are warm and a little bit calloused, and his grip on your hand is always firm. kazuha will start thumb wars with you knowing full well that you can never beat him. your competitive side will flare and you'll be awake -- his work here is done.
...seeks you out when his classes end for the day. on some days, your classes end later than his, so when you walk out the classroom or lecture hall, you'll find him seated on a bench somewhere, his glasses perched on his nose as he reads to pass the time. other times, if his classes end late, he will find you with your head pressed against the wall, dozing as you wait for him to show up. he'll cup your face in one hand and press his thumb gently into your skin until you wake.
...always recognizes when you've had a hard day. if you're not feeling talkative, he'll ask you questions and accept your curt responses; he'll then jump right into action, having memorized what to do in these situations. more often than not, you two end up at his place with him laying on top of you (or vice versa), his weight so grounding, his presence so soothing that you feel the stress of the day leave you. other days, he'll take you to the riverside, where the sound of the water and the rustle of the leaves will prompt you to unload your every burden on him. he takes it all in stride and listens eagerly every time. he can't do much to fix your problems, but his promise to stay by your side is more than enough for you.
...often wakes up from your shared naps first and tickles your nose with his hair to wake you. he's hungry; wake up!
...resorts to peppering kisses on your face when you don't wake up fast enough for him. your grumbles of irritation will become peals of laughter, and when your pretty eyes open, kazuha will stop for a moment just to admire you in all your drowsy glory. he's so lucky to have you.
✦ i'm sorry, i couldn't resist, i had to build on these :( ♡
...once got paint splattered on a white sweatshirt because you and klee got into a little paint war. he was too endeared by it all to wash it off and he really likes how abstract it feels.
...wears glasses that are too big for his face. more often than not, you'll see him pushing them up with his finger, and he'll wrinkle his nose a bit every time. it's cute.
...has quite a few piercings. his ears are usually covered by his hair, but if he pushes it back (which he will from time to time), you'll see his ears are absolutely decorated. three lobe piercings in each ear, a few helixes in one and an industrial in the other... that kind of thing.
...wears one or two rings on each hand, but normally lets you wear one if you ask. really, you don't have to ask at all -- if you take it off of him whilst playing with his fingers, he'll just let you keep it for the day. (or forever. he likes the idea of you wearing a ring from him.)
...sometimes wears chains on his jeans. don't ask why.
...is a caffeine addict. it'd be funny if too much of it didn't give him a headache. albedo can consume much more caffeine than the average person, but you can tell when he's had too much when you see him frowning at his work for too long.
"'bedo." you call his name softly.
albedo looks up at you, his expression smoothing out for a second before he winces slightly. "yes, love?"
you can tell he's trying to act like he's not in pain. albedo will do just about anything to keep up with his courses, even if it meant giving himself a migraine. you frown. "you're doing it again."
albedo immediately knows what you're talking about. he turns his eyes back to his work regardless, though he doesn't seem to be focused on it. "i know." he says with a sigh. "i don't want to stop just yet; i should at least get this done before the day is over."
"is it urgent? when is it due?"
"in about two weeks."
"albedo." you deadpan. your boyfriend takes in a breath and you pinch the bridge of your nose. sometimes he's too good of a student. you make your way behind him to drape your arms around his shoulders and lean close to his ear. "hey." you mumble.
he straightens his back a little. "hello."
"you know what i'm gonna say, don't you?"
"...yes."
you press a gentle kiss to the shell of his ear and feel him shiver. "then get up," you whisper, "and let's go eat. you've worked hard enough."
albedo leans back into you with a sigh. you're lucky enough to have a partner who knows his limits. he makes a quiet humming sound. "i have a headache." he confesses. "so i suppose you're right. thank you, my star."
college boyfriend!albedo who...
...is definitely a stem double major, and one of those majors is astronomy because i said so.
...calls you his star. (yes i made him an astronomy major for this reason, no i am not changing it.)
...takes you along when he's assigned to do some stargazing. he'll be busy doing work, but if you lay your head in his lap or on his shoulder while he does, he'll stop every once in a while to talk to you or kiss you. (you affectionately refer to it as "kiss breaks".)
albedo puts down his pen and raises his hand to your head that's resting on his shoulder. "are you still awake?" he asks. in response, you make a sound between a hum and a tired groan which has him laughing. "i'm sorry, starlight. i know it's late. do you want me to take you home?"
you shake your head with a silent yawn. "no, it's fine. don't want you to be out here by yourself."
you're not sure what time it is, but you know it has to be well after one in the morning. thankfully it's the weekend, so there's really no rush for albedo to complete his assignment or for the two of you to return to your apartment. you reach for his now free hand. "are you almost done?" you ask.
"almost." albedo confirms for you. he curls his fingers with yours. "i can finish up early if you'd like me to. i don't want you to fall asleep out here."
you shrug. "wouldn't be the first time. don't worry about it, 'bedo; take your time."
your boyfriend hums and lets go of your hand to pick up his pen, but stops before he can write again. "this counts a break, doesn't it?" he suddenly asks.
you can't understand what he means in your tired haze. "i guess so. why?" you furrow your brows as you try to think about why he'd ask something like that. it doesn't hit you until a few seconds, and you sit up straight with the realization. "oh, right!" you smirk at him. "you could've just asked for a kiss the normal way, you know."
albedo flushes a light pink. "i figured you would know what i meant right away."
that's his way of admitting he was to embarrassed to say it out loud. you chuckle and lean in, sighing when he brings his hand up to cup your face. the kiss is unhurried, courtesy of albedo. it almost seems like he's stalling for time with the way he drags it out, moving his lips against yours like he has all the time in the world. he's soft and addicting, and you think he still tastes like the sweets you'd brought along to keep him awake.
but you know he still has work to do, so you break the kiss and try to pull away. he doesn't let you get very far. "can't believe i'm saying this," you murmur against his lips, "but you gotta get back to work."
to your surprise, albedo pulls you back in gently, muttering a soft "not yet". you don't get the chance to protest as he slots his lips over yours once more.
college boyfriend!albedo who...
...is the king of flattering off-guard photos. not only is every photo that he's taken of you perfect, but every one that you have of him is almost model quality. you'd think he was posing for you every time if you didn't know him any better.
...draws in his free time and is part of the photography club on campus. it's a little hard to believe that albedo's not part of the art club (they've been trying to recruit him ever since his freshman year).
...has a pretty large folder on his laptop that's filled photos of you. off-guards, sketches that he's uploaded, photos of you with klee... you're his muse (and he does call you that, by the way).
...takes really long naps? it's never an hour or two, it's always about 4-6 hours long. really, you should just say he's sleeping, but he gets up from those naps and gets right back to work like nothing happened.
...sleeps like the fucking dead. he's a morning person because he's practically impossible to wake up. (hey, at least he sleeps.)
(this was inspired by @hhhecates albedo, btw!! go look at him!!)
# — summary: what's it like ice skating with these boys? can they even skate at all?
# — warnings: cursing
# — tags: hc format, modern au, fluff galore, maybe a pinch of angst?
# — notes: it's FINALLY cold where i am, and since that means apple picking season is pretty much out of the question, the next best option was ice skating! i hope you enjoy! (also, i LOVE looking at the way you guys tag your reblogs, it really makes my day :D)
so.. can they even skate?
personally, i think xiao, diluc, and thoma are absolutely hopeless on skates.
it'd be funny if you were no better, so the two of you would just be fumbling about on the ice, trying so hard not to fall on your ass
but naturally, they'd all go about it very differently
so let's say you drag each of these wobbly boys to an ice skating rink
✧ — 𝐱𝐢𝐚𝐨 — ✧
let it be known that he didn't want to do this, okay
he "fought" you on this date idea for about 45 minutes before he gave in; he can never say no to you
btw, his definition of "fighting" you is holding you down in bed so that you can't get up
(for the record, he's got an iron grip. getting out of bed is a feudal task.)
so after taking an obscene amount of time getting ready, you managed to drag your grumpy boyfriend to the ice rink
xiao knows right away that this trip was going to fucking suck: he can barely stand to walk to the ice, so how the hell was he supposed to skate?
how is he on the ice?
LMAOOOOOOOO
HE'S LIKE A NEWBORN DEER
xiao is usually pretty composed and rough around the edges
so you can't help but cackle at the way his knees wobble after putting one foot on the ice
his knuckles are white as he holds onto the wall for purchase, and he looks ready to give up
take his hand, don't be shy!
he's an absolute wall hugger. will NOT move from the wall, not even if the world was falling apart
you have to remind him over and over that he's not the only person who can't skate, but if he wanted to have fun today, he was gonna have to let go at some point
you can skate! you can help!
xiao doesn't believe you.
"if i hold your hand and i fall, i will kill you."
(spoiler alert: he won't.)
you give up and skate alongside him as he slowly.. very, very fucking slowly... makes his way around
you're a little disappointed that you couldn't do that cute couple skating thing, but the faces xiao makes when he loses his balance are PRICELESS
after making one round, he gets off the ice and sheds the skates immediately, LOL
look at him; your tough boyfriend sulking on the bench, his cheeks tinged pink from the chilly air
he's never gonna let you live this down, but neither will you
you decide to circle the rink a few more times, but not before promising xiao that you'd do anything he wants to make up for this
when the day is over?
you promised xiao you'd do anything for him, so you get right to work on some almond tofu to pacify him
his eyes don't leave your back as you cook
no matter what universe he's in, xiao will always be vigilant
meaning that he picked up on your dismay when he refused to skate with you. you thought you did a good job hiding it, but nothing ever gets past xiao. he noticed.
he hugs you from behind, burying his nose in your skin.
"xiao?" you turn in his hold to get a good look at him. "you okay? do your feet hurt?"
xiao's quiet for a second. he scans your face and the way your eyes search his for any signs of discomfort. he frowns a bit. god, he doesn't deserve you; you were looking forward to ice skating with him and he ruined it for you. why were you so nice to him all the damn time?
"baby, you gotta tell me if you're hurting--"
"we can go back," xiao says suddenly, "if you really want to."
it's the best he can do. he saw the way your face lit up as you helped a little girl off the ice and held her hand at her request. if he could see you smile like that again, he'd risk busting his ass a million times over.
his heart swells when your face soften. xiao leans in and kisses your forehead when you thank him, and he makes his way back to the living room, silently dreading the day he has to set foot on the ice again.
✧ — 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚 — ✧
ice skating was his idea, mind you
he'd never been before, but he's confident in his ability to pick up on things pretty quickly. this should be a breeze, right?
ayaka and ayato insisted that they come along as well -- it'd be a fun trip!
you certainly didn't object, especially not when you knew that both ayaka and ayato were spectacular skaters
i like to think that they're actually trained figure skaters... it fits, somehow!
anyways! thoma is determined to prove that he's a skating prodigy :)
how is he on the ice?
LMFAOOO (2)
1000x funnier than xiao, i swear to god
because while xiao knew that he couldn't skate, thoma swore up and down that he could, in fact, skate
you thought he was getting the hand of it for a while... he managed to push himself off the wall!
...and then promptly slipped and fell.
"no, no, i got this!" thoma refuses to take the hands offered to him by you and ayaka. "it's just a fluke, okay?"
you chortle. "thoma, you might hurt yourself if you're not careful."
your boyfriend scoffs as he somehow makes it back on his feet. "see? master skater; told you."
to make a long story short, thoma's persistence earns him a sprained ankle
OHHH, THE DRAMA! THE AGONY!! THE HORROR!!
fuckin' drama queen, LMAO
you help a whiny thoma out of his skates and bandage his ankle as the two of you watch ayato and ayaka twirl on the ice
for a second, you think he's faking the pain since he pulls you close as soon as you sit beside him
but he starts to laugh
"so... when can we come back?"
this guy...
when the day is over?
you suggest that the four of you have a movie night!
you know a really good hot chocolate recipe, so why not share it with your best friends and boyfriend?
back at your apartment, ayato teases thoma mercilessly while ayaka helps you prepare the snacks and drinks
when you finish, you settle yourself beside thoma, who's wrapped your fluffiest throw blanket around himself. he scoots over and makes room for you
post-skate cuddles with thoma.. be still, my heart.
at some point during the movie, you and thoma moved so that you were laying atop his chest, listening to both the tv and his steady heartbeat. you started to doze off when you moved your leg, knocking your foot against his ankle. you hear a quiet hiss of pain and immediately sit up.
"shit, i'm sorry," you whisper. thoma's squeezing his eyes shut and you feel your chest tighten with remorse. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry-- do you need anything? i can move if you want me to.."
thoma shakes his head and opens his eyes. in the darkness of the living room, his lively emerald eyes seem to twinkle like stars. "i'm fine," he reassures you, pulling you back down. "it's not a bad sprain anyways; don't worry!"
that does little to ease your nerves. sensing your unrest, thoma shifts again, and you feel him kiss the crown of your head. "i can feel your heartbeat, y'know." he laughs softly. "i promise i'm okay. now stay put; you're warm and i'm sleepy."
...you're going to have to let it go, you suppose. you do as he says and make yourself comfortable on him again, humming when his arms wrap around your waist. "did you at least have fun?" you whisper, your eyelids starting to feel heavy.
thoma's chest rumbles in agreement. "of course i did." he yawns. "you look so pretty on the ice, you know."
your cheeks warm. "shut up."
a chuckle. "i can feel your heartbeat."
"shut up!"
on the floor, ayato groans into the pillow he's laying on. "both of you shut up."
✧ — 𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐜 — ✧
you brought up in passing
how you used to go on annual field trips to an ice skating rink with your favorite club in high school
diluc picked up on the fond smile that graced your features and made the executive decision to take you back there
it was a surprise date :(
he covered your eyes the entire way, and when he finally let you see, he chuckled at the way you started to glow
"slow down, love; i wouldn't want you to get hurt before you get the chance to skate."
now see, the plan was to watch you skate
but you begged him to do it with you, and goddammit, he can't say no to that face
(by the way, you didn't beg. you literally asked once and this man FOLDED. simp.)
how is he on the ice?
okay listen
diluc is not a small man. his grip strength is ridiculous -- you would know.
but he is CLINGING to you and it kinda hurts
then again, you don't have it in you to complain when he's drawing his shoulders in, burying his nose in his scarf
his ears are almost as red as his hair as he threatens to take you down with him when he slips
oh god dude this big man going down on the ice and looking up at you for help
diluc, your big man, can barely stand on his feet
but he isn't deterred! he's gonna do this, dammit!
"'luc, if you want to go to the wall, you can."
diluc shakes his head right away. "just," he sighs, "don't let go of me."
(well, you'll be damned. five years into this relationship and he's still making your heart skip a few beats.)
when the day is over?
after one particular fall had diluc sucking air in through his teeth, you refused to let him skate any longer
you guys came here for you, but he's the one refusing to leave
he thinks he's disappointed you :(
you have to pull him in by his scarf and kiss him breathless to convince him that no, you're not mad -- you just don't want to see him get hurt
diluc insists that he's not hurt, but you've been with him long enough to know when he's hiding something from you. he keeps a hand on his leg, his eyebrows drawn together in concern
yeah no, he's done, you decide
he sulks the entire way home
(diluc will forever deny the accusations. he does not sulk.)
at his suggestion, you slip into the bathroom when you get home to take a hot shower. "you're freezing, dearest," he'd said, cradling your icy hand. "be sure not to use hot water right away, yeah?"
fortunately for him, you did as he said.
the very second you were in the bathroom, diluc sits on the couch and pulls the ring box out his pocket, heaving a sigh of relief when he sees that it's unscathed. it took every ounce of control he had to not pull it out and check on it earlier, but he couldn't risk ruining the surprise. he flicks the box open to see the engagement ring hadn't budged at all and quickly shuts it.
diluc taps his foot restlessly. the whole point of the outing was to muster up the courage to propose to you during dinner, but he just had to go and ruin it. then again, he thinks, trying to be optimistic, if he fumbles his words, at least he was doing it in the comfort of his own home.
he closes his eyes. he's had this moment on his mind for almost three years now, but never had the time (or the backbone) to go out and get the ring.
so he waited -- bided his time until he could get everything to be perfect. it had to be perfect; you deserved nothing less.
diluc is so far in his own head that he doesn't hear the water turn off. he only has a split second to hide the ring as you open the door, striding into the living room. his confidence slips away from him when he sees you wearing his clothes. this was going to be so much harder than he thought.
you chuckle at his expression. "what's that look for?" you tug at the collar of the large shirt draped over your body. "should i wear a different shirt?"
well, he swallows, now or never.
diluc opens his arms and you walk into them without hesitation. he abruptly pulls you down into his lap, making you squeal. he's strangely quiet, so you pat his face, making him hum. "tired?" you ask.
he takes a shaky breath. instead of answering, he asks: "if-- if i were to ask you to marry me... what would you say?"
you go completely rigid. diluc fears that he's fucked up already, but your answer makes his ears burn.
"i'd ask what took so long." your voice is strained, but only because you're fighting back tears. you don't want to get your hopes up, but why else would diluc ask something like this? you try to calm yourself down, but nothing works, so you keep talking. "i'd tell you that you kept me waiting for so long."
that's all he needed to hear.
diluc reaches down and rests the velvet ring box on your legs, chuckling when you sob at the sight of it. "i didn't even say anything yet." he teases.
"sh-shut up," you whine, wiping at your face. "h-hurry up and ask."
"i'm pretty sure that's not how this works."
"diluc, i swear to god."
god, he loves you so fucking much. he flicks the box open, revealing the ring. another sob pushes past your lips and you throw your arms around his neck, blubbering out 'yes's. diluc lifts his free hand to pat your hair. this isn't exactly how he pictured this moment going, but he wouldn't trade it for the world. you're his forever, and that's all that matters.
"well, you already said yes, but..." he grunts a bit when you squeeze him tighter. "darling, at least let me get the question out!"
"for the love of-- my answer is yes, diluc; isn't that enough?"
he laughs heartily, closing the ring box and setting it aside to hold you properly. "of course, my love. thank you."
✧ (as always, thank you for reading! i'd love to know what you think, and if you ever have hcs, don't hesitate to send em my way!)
Giving kazuha a self care day. He'll resist a little at first, insisting that you don't have to do all this just for him. (He'll immediately flush and let you do as you please when you say you're doing all this because it's him.)
Washing Kazuhas hair for him is definitely on the top of the list. The amount of sighs and low, soft moans he'd let out as you massage his scalp lightly is just. yeah. But between the warm water and your gentle touch, you can't really blame him.
Next is helping him get dressed and doing his hair. You trail kisses down his back, kiss his cheeks, his nose, ears, almost everywhere as you help him put on comfortable clothes. He gave up saying "You really don't need to do all this, dove." since you'd silence him with a kiss everytime.
Making out while you wait for your food to be delivered is a must. After ordering from kazuhas favorite place, he'd pull you on top of his lap and you would cup his face. You finger would trace his features and you'd lean down to press kisses wherever you deemed necessary, lingering for a couple of seconds and relishing in the soft, pleased noises Kazuha makes. You'd move to his lips next, kissing him exactly how he likes it; slipping your tongue in to brush his, tugging on his bottom lip, running your fingers through his hair, and murmuring his name all the while. If it wasn't for your hands cupping his face, he was sure he'd melt. His mind was fuzzy and filled with warmth. Nothing existed besides you in that moment.
When the food arrives, it took a while to get up from kazuhas lap and get it. He wouldn't let you go, asking for five more minutes before chasing your lips again. You literally had to lean all the way back before he'd finally give up and let you retrieve the food.
The last thing on the list would be to watch his favorite movie. His head would be on your chest and your hands would be in his hair, toying with the ends gently. Despite having his favorite movie on, his eyes were closed in bliss, focusing on the sound of your heartbeat and letting it lull him to sleep. He would be out in five minutes tops.
And when the next day comes, he would be shining so bright it's almost blinding. (He'd also be a lot more affectionate towards you and would definitely return the favor some time soon)
this anon knows me like the back of their hand cause you know good and well how much i cherish kazuha kisses .... i legit had to pause and giggle dawg this is making me CRY, THANK YOU
kazuha would jokingly nip your finger whenever you pointed at him or you would lightly bite his hand if he ever put it in front of your mouth to shut you up whenever you're teasing him for something
or maybe sometimes you'd just like. bite his cheek, which makes him blush, but he's rlly cute okay :(
but then it's like. not a joke anymore
because both of you also probably bite at each other's bottom lips when kissing, albeit very gently
although it seems to have a greater effect on one of you than the other
(spoilers: it's kazuha.)
whenever you tug on kazuha's bottom lip with your teeth when kissing him, he always sighs so softly...
it's actually quite easy to take control of a kiss that way
kazuha often tries to tease you by leaving kisses around your face or pecking your lips and not giving you more
but if you bite his lip, he's like putty in your hands.
his eyes will flutter and he'll melt, and all you have to do is weave your fingers in his hair and he's yours.
we're not . not gonna get into the hair thing. not now.
back to biting, right
kazuha, like all people, has weak spots. and they are as follows:
his collarbones, his ears, and just below his jaw.
like i said, biting kazuha is all fun and games until it isn't anymore
while the collarbones and jaw area make sense, you found out about kazuha's ears by pure accident
you actually came across all three spots in the same incident
you were whispering in his ear to try and get his attention and he was being annoying and pretending to ignore you, so the only way you could think of to get him to stop being an asshole was to tug gently on his earlobe with your teeth
which had better results than expected
you lean back from kazuha's ear and blink at him, your eyes blown wide. "what was that?" you ask, bewildered.
kazuha doesn't meet your eyes. his face is getting redder by the second as he keeps his attention elsewhere. "i don't know what you're talking about."
you expected him to say as much. you're not sure why you bothered asking -- there's no way he'd own up to making a sound like that. when kazuha whimpered just now, he must have startled not only you, but himself. he didn't make any moves to push you away, nor did he get defensive; he just sat there quietly, his cheeks burning bright as the sound echoes in your mind.
"kazuha," you shimmy closer to him, crowding him against the arm of the couch, "do you wanna explain what that was?"
your boyfriend peeks at you from the corner of his eye. he's never looked so shy before. "i already told you, i don't know what you mean." he fixes his eyes on his feet. "nothing happened."
ah, you think. so this is the game he's going to play. you rest a hand on kazuha's shoulder and lean in close to his ear. you can feel him tensing. you blow on his ear lightly and giggle when he jolts and raises his shoulders. "are your ears sensitive, kazuha?"
kazuha looks at you this time, his face still flushed. "you already know that they are." when you smirk at him, he narrows his eyes. "and not in the way that you're thinking, dove, i can assure you."
he's right; you do already know he has sensitive ears. kazuha's always been sensitive to noises -- he can hear the softest of sounds and easily gets headaches whenever things are too loud. he's so deeply connected with the world around him via his ears. you just weren't expecting to find out that his ears are sensitive to both sound and touch.
you kiss lightly at the shell of his ear. kazuha flinches, but doesn't make any move to push you away. you tug at his earlobe again with your teeth and this time, you can hear kazuha's breath catch in his throat.
"you're cute," you whisper. kazuha huffs but doesn't say anything, so you continue. you press gentle kisses against his ear and suck his earlobe into your mouth, drawing another whimper from him. it's almost needy; you shiver with the urge to do it again.
"dove, please," kazuha grabs the hem of your shirt.
you sigh and kiss from his ear to his lips, where he kisses you back eagerly. you can't help but smile into it. "if you wanted a kiss so badly, you could've just said so." you murmur against his lips.
"enough." kazuha grumbles. he pulls you in closer, effectively shutting you up with a kiss.
ㅤㅤㅤ⁕ on your walk, you found a notebook lying on the forest floor, abandoned. you decided to take it home.
ㅤㅤㅤ⁕ you rest the notebook on your desk and find that it's completely blank. you pick up your pen and write down some passing ideas.
ㅤㅤㅤ⁕ what's this? the words disappear moments after you write them, the ink seemingly being absorbed by the pages.
ㅤㅤㅤ⁕ within seconds, new text appears on the page. it's not your handwriting. it's talking to you. whoever it is that's writing back seems to really like your ideas and wants to contribute to them.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⁕ will you allow it?
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⁕ yes. ⁕ no.
ㅤㅤㅤ⁕ you chose [allow]. new words appear. they read:
ㅤㅤㅤ“we are kindred spirits, you and i...”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(a mini-event celebrating 2.6 followers!)
# — prelude!
after talking about it since the 100 follower milestone, welcome to zuzu's 2.6k follower event! it's smaller and much less comprehensive than most others, but this is very meaningful to me regardless. i can't thank you guys enough for 2.6k. honestly, i made this blog to organize my writing better and now look where we are: 2.6 thousand of you come to and trade ideas about genshin just about everyday! thank you, thank you, thank you so much for encouraging me to write and helping me keep my love for writing alive. i'm really excited for this, so i really hope you enjoy this little event!
# — how it works!
❁ this blog is defined by you, so i want to center this event around you and your ideas! so here's the deal: you send in some headcanons, and i'll add onto them with my own additional hcs and/or little drabbles!
❁ last minute adjustment: i'll take requests for drabbles based on hcs that you have as well!
❁ for hc reference, check out this and this!
❁ for short drabble reference, check out this and this!
# — rules!
❁ if you want to participate, please specify that you're doing so!
❁ when participating, specify if you want just hcs, an hc + a drabble, or a drabble alone! (perhaps next time, there'll be a cafe...)
❁ feel free to send in any au and genre you please! i'll do my best to provide! however; suggestive hcs and reqs are okay, but no nsfw.
❁ each req/hc may take some time for me to get to, so please be patient with me.
❁ send in your contribution to the event once and only once; i'll get to it, i promise. if not, please understand.
❁ the characters i primarily write and take hcs for are: kazuha, xiao, albedo, & aether, but i'm opening this up to diluc, thoma, and childe as well!
❁ this event is over. thanks for participating!
ㅤㅤㅤ“find the kindred spirits in your life, and you will find long lost energies you forgot you had.”
