Prompt: used this prompt list and a random number generator to decide what I was going to write based on the summary below
Summary: Kazutora thinks you're unattainable, but when he finds out you had a crush on him when you were teenagers he realizes he may have a chance with you.
It was official - you were getting stood up. You didn't want to admit it, but you had been waiting for an hour now for someone who just wasn't coming.
You had waited for so long, hoping you would see him cross the street any minute and run through the coffee shop doors (because having a date that's late is far less embarrassing than having one that doesn't bother to come see you at all), but an hour was long enough to know that he just wasn't coming. It was time to give up.
You grabbed your purse and began digging around for your car keys when you heard the sound you'd been hoping to hear all morning - the bell on the door rang. Someone was here.
You looked up (so quickly it was almost embarrassing) only to see that the man walking through the door was not your date....it was...no, I couldn't be.
"Kazu?"
Kazutora stopped dead in his tracks. You watched as the look of confusion on his face quickly shifted to surprise. He smiled, and your heart dropped to your stomach. You hadn't seen Kazutora in a long time. You had almost forgotten how beautiful and warm his smile was.
"Oh my god!" Kazutora shouted, quickly grabbing you and pulling you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you tight, "What the hell are you doing here?"
Kazutora pulled away, his hands making their way to your face, cupping your jaw in his palms, "I haven't seen you in years." He said, suddenly letting you go and taking a step back. He almost looked.... embarrassed now.
"Well I- I was actually here for a date but, uh, they never showed so...I was just about to head out."
"Oh" Kazutora said, a mix of emotions crossing his face, "That's too bad. They missed out."
"It was a blind date, so I'm not really taking it too personally, ya know? Nothing to be upset about except for the hour I wasted sitting here, really." You said, a forced laugh making its way out of your lips.
Kazutora looked at the table you were sitting at, then down at your hands, "Did you even get a coffee? Knowing you, I bet you were trying to be polite and wait for the guy, right?"
You nodded. Even after ten years apart Kazutora still knew you better than anyone else did.
"Well, how about I buy you one?"
"Oh, Kazu you don't have to do that really. I-"
Kazutora grabbed your wrist and pulled you up to the register, "I insist, really. Pick whatever you want." Kazutora let you go and pointed to the menu, "Y-You don't even have to sit and chat with me after if you've got places to be, but....you deserve a drink after waiting that long."
You glanced over at Kazutora. There was a look of dejection written on his face. He really thought you wouldn't want to see him.
You reached out and grabbed Kazutora by the hand and his eyes went wide, "I didn't say I had to leave right now, Kazu. Just that I was going to because I had no reason to stay. But now I have a reason."
Without another word you ordered your coffee and Kazutora ordered his. When they were ready, Kazutora walked you to the couches at the opposite end of the room and had a seat.
Kazutora hadn't changed much, as far as you could tell, in the past ten years. His hair was longer and he spoke a bit more softly now, but otherwise he was the same as he ever was. Kazutora still had this energy about him that was warm and bright and it spread onto you like wild fire. You hadn't had this much fun just sitting and talking to someone in years. He asked you about college and work. He asked you about your friends and your family. Then, suddenly, the conversation shifted.
"So, have you been dating much?"
You knew at some point the conversation would come back around to this. You smiled and took a sip of your coffee, "Not much, Kazu. It just never felt like the right time. But now-"
"Now it is?" Kazutora asked, his eye contact with you so direct it almost burned.
"I don't know. I would like for it to be."
"And this guy that you were supposed to meet....were you excited to meet him?"
"In a way, I was." You stopped speaking, but you could tell by the look in Kazutora's eyes he wanted you to continue, "Like I said, it was a blind date, but from what I heard about him he seemed....nice."
"Nice?"
"Yeah, I mean....he seemed like he may have been in a similar position to me - like he was just a guy who had a stable career and had really figured himself out and was ready for the next step."
Kazutora took a long sip of his coffee, "He sounds boring."
You didn't know whether to laugh or to be angry at that comment. Inevitably you choose the latter.
"You don't know that, Kazu."
"I don't. You're right. But I know you, and I just don't think that seems like an exciting match for you."
"And I think you're jealous."
The words slipped out of your mouth faster than you could think to stop them. You had no right to say that....you were certain you were right, but it still didn't give you the right to say that.
"And what if I am?" Kazutora said, slamming his mug down on the table, watching you with wide eyes.
That look in Kazutora's eyes - he wanted you to think he was angry, but you knew that look. He wanted you to push him, "Then I'd want you to admit it to me."
Kazutora's face softened for a moment before his brows furrowed, "I am jealous, alright? And I don't intend to be nice about it. That guy was an asshole. He shouldn't have left you like that."
"And you think you would be better for me? Better than him?"
Kazutora leaned in close, his voice softening again, "I know I would be."
You were shocked. You hadn't expected to see Kazutora ever again, let alone hear a confession from him.
"Too bad you hadn't said this sooner." You laughed, "You know, I had a bad crush on you in highschool."
The look of anger on Kazutora's face disappeared. His furrowed brows softened, "Wait, what?"
You smiled, "Don't tell me you didn't know? I thought it was so obvious. I was so bad at hiding it."
"Clearly you weren't." Kazutora said, "I had no idea. W- Why didn't you tell me?"
Suddenly you were feeling very shy. Maybe this wasn't the right moment for this. Maybe you weren't ready to talk about it, but you had to now.
"Well, you- you were always so busy. It just never felt like the right time. And then you- Well, you were gone and I-"
Kazutora looked away. You could tell his mind was traveling to a million different places. Maybe you had upset him. Maybe you shouldn't have said anything, so you stopped talking.
Kazutora sat in silence for several minutes before he spoke again, "Is that why you're rejecting me now? Because I was- Well, gone."
Ten years in jail. You couldn't imagine how he felt carrying the weight of that with him everywhere he went. It would haunt him forever. You could tell even now that he was ashamed of it.
You reached a hand out, placing it on Kazutora's, "When did I say I was rejecting you, Kazu?"
Kazutora looked at you. His eyes were wide. He was shocked. You smiled at him, "Even after you went away I still liked you. I can't really say that feeling has ever gone away."
"You...You liked me? Even after everything?"
"Before you went away, you had started distancing yourself from me. I knew there was a lot weighing on you and I wanted to help, but I knew you needed your space. After you were arrested I- I didn't come visit and I should have. I was young and I was confused and scared. But I was never scared of you, Kazu. I was scared for you. I have always wanted you to be safe and to be happy. That's all I want now too, whether that means you want to be with me or you still want your distance."
Slowly, you pulled your hand away from Kazutora's, but before you could get away he grabbed your wrist and pulled you in close, "The last thing I want is to distance myself from you again."
Kazutora leaned in close, a smirk written all over his face, "I think ten years apart was long enough. Don't you?"
Š rindme : donât plagiarize, translate, or post my work on other platforms
Among many other movies, Neill starred in Dean Spanley, a movie about a few older men who realize they might have been dogs in a former life. It also stars Peter O'Toole and is a very sweet film.
Canon things about Xavier that I think are funny and people might forget:
Tastes:
Loves spicy food but dislikes wasabi
Enjoys multi-culture foods as long as it involves meats
Dislikes extremely bitter things
Neutral on sweets, it isn't his go-to and doesn't often get them alone, but does occasionally enjoy them
Prefers savory, salty, and spicy
Alcohol tolerance is very high
Prefers beer
Not a fan of vegetables but doesn't mind them juiced
Favorite fruit is cherries
Home:
Has a massive two-person bean bag chair that occasionally he or MC nap on
Has a workout section of his house so he doesn't have to leave the house and can nap right after working out
Has a garden on his balcony with a few flowers, herbs, and frequently harvests strawberries
Prefers homeopathic and traditional medicine
Culinary:
Great at mixing drinks
Great at making coffee; the one time he messed it up for MC even he was surprised and blamed his coffee maker, it hasn't happened since
Good at cooking things that are cold (anything that doesn't require heating up), master salad and sandwich maker although according to 21 Days he's also improved in soup making!
Lifestyle:
Is extremely rich and philanthropic
Graduated with several degrees
Volunteering and side jobs to help backtracker friends, Jeremiah, and other older humans he's met through his lifetime
Commonly stops to help strangers
Despite oversleeping a lot he's never late (lucky)
Has become a morning person even waking up earlier than MC often
Is a ranked FPS player đ (He's platinum)
Has a lot of friends he goes out of his way to see often, outside of MC
Stopped practicing piano for a while
Occasionally helps out at a bookstore near the seaside Destiny CafĂŠ
Holds on to a lot of nostalgic things, even if it's useless
Weakness for small children
Hobbies:
Glass blowing
Fruit and veggie juicing
Traditional calligraphy (masterful enough to teach)
Generally good at all video games
Undefeated in Pile Up
Fishing + Ocean fishing
Reading
Gardening
Poetry
Horror films
Can't stand cheesy movies
Is known to commentate over movies he's not enjoying (yes even if MC is present and enjoying it until she tells him up shut up.)
Bird watching
Music (Listens to a wide variety and also composes his own)
Collects vinyls and CDs
Photography (digital + film)
Fondant + cake decorating (don't ask him to bake it though he can decorate)
Absolutely horrendous at drawing but he likes to doodle
General:
You think he's soft but has ruthless comebacks
Won't hesitate to say no even if you beg
Makes time and effort to spend time with other friends
Often asked to babysit Frankie
Has had to kill off a lot of people who've turned on him, in order to protect MC
Unfinished thoughts about chubby!Reader accidentally acquiring mountain god!Suna
> you just moved to a new town at the foot of a wooded mountain and decide to check out the hiking trail because itâs said to be a short and easy walk up to the local shrine
> two hours later youâre completely lost and can hear a storm brewing overhead
> you start to feel like youâre being followed and think you can spot movements from the corner of your eye
> a few moments later youâre being jumped by a yokai who really wants to eat you and you try to run away, but letâs be real, you canât run away for long, especially on unknown, tree-ful, mountain terrain
> you trip on a root, because of course, and get saved at the last second from some guy standing not too far away, hand lazily outstretched, obviously being the one who just threw the yokai back
> the yokai eventually skedaddles and this guy now comes up to you asking if youâre ever gonna get up or if you wanna stay on the ground
> you pull yourself up on a tree and dust off your pants with shaky hands
> he looks at your curiously cause you havenât thanked him yet nor did you bow to him in awe, you just kinda stare
> âI am Rintaro, guardian of the forest and god to the soul of the mountain. Tell me your name.â - âY/n. Tourist.â
> youâre still way too shaken up to really comprehend whatâs happening so after a really awkward silence you ask, âSo, hey, guardian god and such, do you happen to know how I can find the trail back?â
> he cocks a brow and crosses his arms, âYeah, but you will die before you reach the edge of the forest. Come with me, I will allow you shelter at my shrine for the night.â
> âYouâre not gonna eat me if I follow you, right?â
> âWhy would I?â
> âYou give off a human-eat-y vibe.â
> he sighs, always these stereotypes
> âTake your chance with the yokai then, *smirks* they hunt in the storm.â
> and he turns to leave but then chuckles to himself when he hears you scrambling to follow him
> back at his shrine he would keep watch over you through the night while you rest and the next morning he will lead you all the way back to the edge of town
> youâre a bit unsure if this was a dream or not but just in case it wasnât, you bring some food to the shrine as a Thank You offering the following day
> youâre surprised when you spot him lounging in the doorway when you arrive
> he gets a taste for the take out you brought and swiftly claims you as his human (aka is now annoying you 24/7 via psychic connection to come visit him and give him more food)
> eventually he gets too bored waiting for you to come see him only every few days, so he comes down into the town in his human form
> he just shows up at your doorstep inviting himself for dinner. You call him a leech and he says he will in return grant your house the blessings and protection of the kitsune. And he goes outside for the "ritual".
And when you follow him shortly after, youâre so done with him because
"Are you seriously ... Rintaro, you're just peeing in my yard!"
"My scent will ward off evil spirits!"
> afterwards he just moves in with you (you have no say in this)
> heâs also soon getting addicted to Monster Energy because he thinks it'll make him stronger...
> And he starts arguing with you, cause you tell him that it's not actually made with the energy of monsters/evil spirits.
And he shoots back saying "Then why do I feel rejuvenated whenever I drink one?"
tags : hurt/comfort, reader is depressed, self doubt and depreciation, gender neutral reader, implied bf xavier (whoâs still your neighbor)
hihi trying smth new with a little authors note :3 iâve been going through it and it took a lot for me to write this⌠but if youâre reading on a bad day, iâm sending the biggest virtual hug. song rec : feelings by lauv.
everything was spinning.
you were sitting on the sofa, arms wrapped around your chest, body as tight as you could get it. the apartment was too quiet, yet the faint sound of your breath was almost as silent â almost invisible.
invisible... that's how you felt.
it felt like the living room was threatening to cave in on you, plotting revenge for something you couldn't even identify. you couldn't tell why your chest started aching, nor where the storm of unwelcome thoughts blew in from. and despite your better judgement, that fact made it so much worse.
of course 'better judgement' was absent.
with the overwhelming surge of emotions swirling around you, so much that you felt physical pain, you didn't stand a chance. like a phantom, or even your own void, doubt crept upon you, questions that made your head ache, arms tighten around your body as if the darkness would tear out your heart from your very chest, taking more and more out of you...
were you too much? or enough at all�
the air felt tight around you, disorienting as hot tears brimmed your eyes â so much that you didnât notice the soft ding coming from the coffee table, nor the little flicker of light that followed.
what if they abandon you like everyone elseâŚ
a soft whine tore through you, tears slipping down your cheeks and falling on your sweater.
no, it was xavierâs sweaterâŚ
the scent of fresh cleaned clothes, lilac and cotton and a lingering note of his cologne â it almost felt like home, and you were homesick.
âxavierâŚâ
you croaked, his name barely a whisper, throat dried out from sitting in silence for so long. there was no way he could hear you, but it was all you could say.
it was all you could hold onto.
you needed him here. now. and yet you couldnât find the strength to reach for your phone, to call him, to drag him to your side and let yourself be loved in the way you needed, the way he always could provide.
it was as if the fog was too dense, and the world too dark to see anything in front of you. only the storm, only the agony, the doubts, the fearsâŚ
fortunately, xavier has always been your light.
your guiding star, your remedy.
you donât even notice the knocking at your door, the jingle of the spare keys he had. it was only when his arms encircled yours, the weight of the sofa sinking beside you, forcing you into his embrace like a gentle gust of wind. and buried in his chest, you can hear the soft thump of his heartbeat syncing with yours, whispering against the side of your face, unraveling your demons with each caress, each kiss a promise.
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This was a request made by @sadfragilegirl for a comfort fic! Thank you for the request, this is for you <3
Concept: Xavier notices you struggling, all he wants is to be there for you.
Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, a wee bit of angst, burnout, anxiety, gn! reader
Wordcount: 1010
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Xavier started to notice the signs a couple of weeks ago, at first brushing them off as a bad day. That bad day turned into two, then three, then a week. The sparkle in your eyes started to fade as the days went on, but every time he tried to bring it up, he only received a weak smile and an even weaker assurance that you were fine.Â
Fine. He grew to dislike that word, because you were not fine. Cancelling plans, taking longer to reply, sleeping more, your smile that once lit up the room not quite reaching your eyes. He opted to support you on the side, after many failed attempts to get you to talk, waiting patiently for you to open up to him about the worries and thoughts that plagued you, being a silent pillar of support, ready to catch you when you fall.Â
He racked his brain about what had happened to make you like this, but nothing came to mind. The frustration that built up in him was almost overpowering. He wasnât frustrated at you, never, but at the fact that he couldnât figure out how to make this better, how to stop whatever was hurting you. And so he invited himself over to your place often, bringing food and making sure you ate said food, to ensure that you slept well and knew that he wasnât going anywhere.
It all came to a point on one of these visits, when you seemed to shut down further, not even having the energy to joke around like you usually would. He needed to do something, anything. He wanted so desperately to be there for you, it killed him to see you so down. So he made his move when the two of you sat on the couch, a movie playing in the background. Your eyes were glazed over when he glanced at you, not paying attention to the movie even slightly. With a sigh, he moved to turn the tv off, turning to face you fully. You snapped out of your daze, confusion painted on your features.
âOkay, wanna tell me whatâs on your mind?â His voice was soft, the serious tone and furrow in his brow a striking contrast to the usually easygoing attitude he displayed. Your eyes widened slightly as your breath caught in your throat. His hand settled on yours, thumb stroking across your knuckles in a way he hoped was soothing.
âWhat do you mean?â You tried to laugh it off, awkwardly glancing to the side. You felt that if you met his gaze, heâd see right through you, and that was the last thing you wanted. You didnât want to worry him, to burden him with your problems.Â
âPlease look at me darling,â He says, his other hand gently guiding your face back to him, âSomethingâs been bothering you for a while now. I tried to give you your space, but I canât anymore. Talk to me, let me be here for you. Please.â The pleading look in his eyes made guilt stir up inside of you. Has it been that obvious?Â
âXavier, Iâm fine. You donât need to worry about me.â A weak argument, you know it was. The hand on your cheek pulled you forward slightly, until he rested his forehead against yours, eyes closed.
âDonât shoulder your burden alone, Iâm here arenât I? Your trustworthy partner. Rely on me a little. Donât shut me out.â With his words, your will began to crumble, as you inhaled shakily. Your hand turned to grip his, as the burn of tears welled behind your eyes. Resignation seeped into your voice as you gave in and told him everything that has been running through your mind these last couple of weeks, the anxiety, the stress, the burnout, the way nothing ever seemed to go to plan. You were drained. Physically, emotionally drained. And you didnât know how to get out of the pit you found yourself in, not for the lack of trying.Â
Tears soon streamed down your face as you got pulled in closer, right into his lap, arms coiling around you in a firm, yet comforting embrace. Your face smushed into his chest as you let go, the more you talked the more tears streamed down your cheeks. He stayed quiet, letting you take your time to unload everything, only letting you know that he was here. He was listening. He wasnât going anywhere. He was right there with you.Â
When you finished venting, he pulled you away slightly, just far enough to brush your tears away, soft kisses left on the corners of your eyes.Â
âWhat can I do for you right now? Do you need comfort? A distraction?â He finally spoke up, his soft blue eyes scanning your face. He already travelled through time for you, he would move mountains, he would scorch the world for you, if you just asked.Â
âI⌠I donât know. Can⌠can you just hold me?â Your voice was weak, but the grip on his hand did not let up.
âOf course darling. Come here.â He guided you gently back into his arms and you quickly nuzzled in closer. He was warm, comforting, exactly what you needed. One of his hands traced across your back as he started humming softly, and you felt the adrenaline leave you. Your shoulders sagged, the tension that had built there so long escaping, exhaustion taking over.Â
âI love you, my darling. Please, donât let it build up again like that. Iâll always be there, so donât try to go through it alone again, because you really donât have to.â At his words, your arms around him tightened, pulling yourself even closer.Â
âI love you too Xavier. Iâm sorry for keeping this from you.â
âYou donât need to apologise to me. Just rest now, Iâve got you. Weâll work it out in the morning.â You felt a kiss press into the crown of your head as you finally let yourself fall into the enticing lull of sleep.
donât get him wrongâhe absolutely hates seeing you in pain, and he would do anything to make it go away. itâs just, when you send him to the grocery store for supplies, itâs the one time a month he can buy mountains of chocolate without you scolding him.Â
as he strolls through the supermarket, wheeling a cart heaped to the brim, concerned looks from fellow shoppers bounce off him like blunt darts. when heâs this giddy, no one can burst his bubble.
now, valkoâs a strong guy. the strongest, you reassure him endlessly. but even he has trouble carrying all his bags of assorted goodies inside to you. chocolate candies, ice cream, cookies, cakesâŚyou didnât specify what to get, so he just bought it all! boyfriend of the year, if he says so himself.Â
once youâre done marveling at his haul, you both sit on the couch, put on a movie, and devour everything at an alarming rate. without fail, he always passes out after, laying his head on your lap like your own personal heating pad.Â
just before you drift off yourself, you whisper into his fluffy ears. they twitch slightly, like heâs living the first scenes of a happy dream.Â
âyou and chocolate? thatâs better than any medicine.â
If you have the habit of picking at your skin, Valko won't have it. He'll give you a couple warnings once he notices the behavior, his ear twitching whenever he hears the slight sound of you tugging at your skin.
Valko stalks over to where you're seated at your desk, taking your hand in his and prying it away from your skin. "Aht. Hey. Stop that, alright? You gotta let it heal."
If he spots it once, he'll be on the lookout, so good luck hiding anything from him. And if he catches the scent of blood, he'll be on your case immediately.
His solution? He steals one of your hands. Good luck picking your skin as a fidget with only one hand to handle your primary task! He doesn't mind intertwining your fingers with his own for hours at a time, and there's no escaping his ironclad grip.
Mindlessly, your hand finds a scab on your neck, and you start to peel it out of habit. You startle as you suddenly hear footsteps approaching your office, and a few seconds later, there he is. He approaches you like a wolf on the prowl, raising an eyebrow when you meet his gaze. "Alright, pup. I gave you enough chances. Now, it's time for consequences."
Your chest feels tight. Is he frustrated with you for not trying hard enough? "I-I wasn't thinking, Val, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I-"
"Hey." He cups your cheeks, staring deep into your eyes and making sure you're listening. "I'm not mad, okay? No apologizing. I didn't mean to spook you." He flashes you a grin, then takes one of your hands in his, waving it in the air. "I'm just taking this hostage for a while."
Eventually, he'll start idly stroking your hand, his big thumb running back and forth across the veins on the back. He'll also hold your hand in both of his, playing with your smaller fingers, or gently trail his fingernails up and down your forearm to make you shiver, holding your wrist in place with his other hand.
And if that still doesn't work, and you have the gall to start doing it again while he's right there? Well, clearly you need to learn your lesson! He wraps his arms around both of yours and cuddles up beside you, keeping you immobilized in his embrace and refusing to let go. If you won't use your hands responsibly, then you don't deserve to use them at all!
(He knows you're more likely to indulge in the habit while stressed, so he decides to extract you from the stressful situation altogether. If there's one thing he's good at, it's bringing up your mood!)
"Valko-"
Your protest is cut off as he wraps his huge arms around you and squeezes you tight, rolling over to trap you on top of his chest. You squirm, trying to free your arms, but it's as if you're trying to move a brick wall. He kisses up your neck, and you giggle, feeling his smile press against your skin.
"You're staying here until I decide you've learned your lesson. You're trapped." He nips your neck playfully, and you try to wriggle free again, just for fun.
"But-"
He turns on his side, nestling you between his chest and the back of the couch, allowing you to turn and face him. You're enveloped in his warmth, and you let yourself relax, no longer caring so much about your trapped arms as you look up at him.
His breath grazes your forehead as he speaks, his voice soft. "No buts. I said I'd help you stop, and a wolf keeps his word." He kisses once, twice, three times to your temple, and a fourth to the tip of your nose. He chuckles when you smile up at him, and guides your head into the crook of his neck.
"And this wolf is feeling preeetty tired. I think it's time for a nap."
No matter how much you kick or whine, he won't budge. With a huff, you go limp, letting yourself give in to his warmth, and your eyes slowly droop closed. You think you hear a quiet rumble of satisfaction from his chest, but when you open an eye to check, it seems he's fast asleep. Must have been your imagination.
He can be a heavy sleeper when he wants to be, so there's no chance of getting him to let you go if he decides to take a nap. I bet he snores just a little bit, too....
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