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MANJIRO SANO | LOVE IS ‘KIND’.

your link-a: manjiro sano (x reader)

cw etc: nsfw, minors dni. fingering but… he’s mentally ill and in love(?!) i’m so in love w mikey i be writing shit like stanzas man, pretty short

all about: mikey navigates what love is, and what you are.

Manjiro has heard that love is kind. It’s strong, and warm, and whole, and all his life he’s been sure love is the thing that would make him complete. So, he loved. He’d had a lot to spend, a lot to give, a lot to take, and he did. Mikey thinks, after a lot of careful calculation, that love makes everything worse. Or maybe it just makes him worse— maybe it’s this broken part of him that can’t stomach the way that love engulfs him whole and swallows him into nothingness.

Love is overwhelming, too. It takes over him and it always has. Manjiro never likes to lose, and with that he finds himself sickly whenever someone inches themselves near something he has. He’s possessive, overbearing and ill and he never knows how to fix it when it drips from his skin like sweat.

Love is too much and it topples out of him as your hands grip onto his shirt the way they are now. Love is horrible and it infects him through the timid saliva that you pass from your mouth to his. His chest tightens frantically under the steady of his skin, muscle and heart and all beating against his ribs that are covered in your name; his eyes shut and he sees you and it holds more clarity than anything his normal vision could, he finds you melted in the cracks in his skin, and Manjiro wonders if he hates love.

You’re needy and it’s taunting; he wonders, when you whimper around his tongue, if you’re making fun of him. Manjiro has always loved hard— harder than he ever figured out how to let on and harder than he knows how to feel at all, and even though he can never turn off the hope for a consistent reciprocal, he’s realistic.

“Wanted you for so long,” but his mind blurs whenever you speak, and he’s setting himself up for something rotten. “everything about you, Mikey.” and his realism shatters and, even if it’s momentary, it’s irreparable.

He feels sick. His hands are tingling, they’re asleep under your calming gaze, and they burn under the heat in your touch, and he lets them reach for your shirt, your skin, your being. Mikey is good at telling himself he’s done with love, but every time an inkling of it drops on his skin and it ferments until his body is painted with the idea that it wouldn’t be like last time and the need for whoever finds themselves in front of him.

Under everything, he’s a scared little boy. And he’s sure it’s so transparent, he’s sure he’s so obvious, but when he finds out it’s not it irritates him further. He feels abandoned, some how, when people don’t see what he’s not showing them. Yet, as your breath shakes when his fingers dip along the skin of your hips, he’s petrified you’ve seen through it— through him.

And now Mikey thinks he might need you. Maybe he does— maybe it’s more than he’s ever needed anyone— or maybe the feeling will fizzle the second he gets scared and he’ll realize it was nothing more than a weird week, or maybe it’s both. He shuts it out, though, as you mutter the words he’s thinking under him, and he doesn’t even know when he got over you.

He doesn’t know how long he’ll need you, but he listens to your synonymous request quietly, breath lifting his body higher than it should go as the pad of his thumb ventures against the slick of your cunt.

“‘Jiro, fuck,” the nickname falls from you like prayer, like you were meant to say it, like it’s the only word you’ve ever known, and he forces himself to take in the situation. Mikey lives a lot of his life hazy, especially the good parts, so he makes sure he takes this all in. He memorizes the squelch you make against him and how your oiled lips part because of him.

Manjiro has always hated his hands. He knows he shouldn’t show sympathy to something that’s caused so much distress, but he second guesses his dismay for them at the way your pussy flutters around his fingers, clamping down on his knuckles without any hesitation. Maybe, in some way, his skin isn’t broken and ruined and the bringer of bad because you like it. He could like them, too, he thinks, when you sob while they disappear into you over and over and over.

Manjiro doesn’t like love, and he doesn’t love it either.

“Oh my god, Mikey.” But he loves how you say his name right now— bubbles of white decorating his skin, proof that you like him in some way, that he’s good some how coating him. His repugnance for this feeling grows and shrinks simultaneously as you lose yourself on him and he loses himself with you.

His guard feels too low— there’s a repetitive tap in the back of his mind urging him he could do more against this, and he almost gives into it. He almost pulls away, he tempts the idea of leaving himself untouched and you incomplete, and he thinks he could ignore the ache in his cock and his sternum until he’s alone. It seems like a good plan, a smarter idea for the both of you, a safer decision for the worn mesh of himself, a genuine consideration for the delicacy of your care.

He can’t bring himself to it, though, and he’s sure somehow you’re keeping him there. It’s easier to say you’re making him stay locked in your body, connected with you.

Manjiro doesn’t think love is kind. He thinks it’s vicious, and loud, and he thinks it hurts.

“‘M gonna cum!” He thinks it’s cruel, and overbearing, and obsessive.

“Shit, Manjiro! I love you.” And he doesn’t think he’ll ever really be able to stop chasing it.

Hi! I was wondering if I could request akaashi, iwa, and/or atsumu kissing their best friend, please and thank you💕 I really liked the oikawa, kuroo and bokuto one!

— synopsis:  haikyuu boys x y/n; kissing their best-friend 

— characters included: akaashi, iwaizumi, & atsumu 

— genre: soft boi hours! fluff! lil angst! 

— author’s note: while the previous one was based off the tiktok, this one will be just general made-up plots to keep things different! (hope that’s okay!) 

akaashi

when you found out akaashi liked someone, you experienced your first heartbreak. 

you knew falling in love with your best-friend was all on you, but you couldn’t help but just hope that maybe one day he would return your feelings. 

but yet here you were, hopes and heart shattered. 

you almost wanted to breakdown the moment he told you, but you held it out as much as possible, your tears falling only once you were away from him. 

“y/n, I wanna tell you something...” he started slowly as he held the volleyball in his hand tightly. 

chuckling softly, you removed his hands from the ball, taking it from him, “you’re going to bust this if you hold it any tighter.” 

blinking, he stared at his empty hands before laughing lightly. taking a deep breath, he turned to look at you, a soft smile on his face. 

“I like someone.” 

this time it was you whose grip tightened on the volleyball. 

unsure if you heard him right, you stammered, “y-you what?” 

scratching the back of his head, he repeated shyly, “I said I like someone.”

“oh.” you responded, voice lower than a whisper. 

you quickly realized just how dejected you sounded, and if anything, that was the exact opposite of how you should’ve sounded. 

throwing on a bright smile on your face, you giggled, “ooh keiji has a crush~” you teased lightly. 

flushing, he laughed, “yea, I guess you could call it that.” 

“who is it?” you asked almost immediately, the curiosity getting the better of you. 

at that, akaashi stiffened. chuckling nervously, he averted his gaze, “um, it’s someone you know.” 

since that day, akaashi had never told you who his special someone was. you didn’t know why he was hiding it from you, after all it was better to peel the bandaid off completely rather than bit by bit like he was doing to you these last few weeks. 

it started with him telling you how amazing she was. how she was the funniest person he knew, how strong-minded she was and how beautiful she always was to him. 

then it went on to how she made him feel. how she always made his day, how he felt butterflies whenever she would touch him and how he just wants to hold her hand in his. 

and just like that, week by week, akaashi would talk about nothing but her. 

to make things worse, it appeared that most of the volleyball team knew. every day at volleyball practice you would hear their teasing remarks, bokuto’s being the loudest. and in response, his cheeks would flush in embarrassment, the sight making you only hurt more. 

should you quit? you wondered to yourself. it was hard enough on you to hear akaashi telling you his feelings, but it was a whole other thing having several people support him, reminding you every single second of every day that your best friend had fallen for someone else. 

you really loved being fukurodani’s volleyball manager. after all, it was one of the biggest excuses for you to spend more time with akaashi. but even aside from that, you made a lot of great friendships and memories with the team. 

but you really didn’t know if you could go like this anymore. 

sighing, you pulled your bag closer to you as you walked home with akaashi. 

“what are you thinking about?” 

shaking your head, you mumbled, “nothing important really.”

brows furrowing together, he asked, “mm you sure? you looked super serious for a second.” 

“dunno, just thinking about quitting being manager.” you muttered, before realizing what you had just confessed. shit. you didn't know how you were going to get out of this one. 

stopping in his tracks, akaashi’s eyes widened in surprise, “w-wait, you’re thinking of doing what?” 

muttering a soft damn it under your breath, you quickly threw on a nonchalant facade. giving him a shrug, you said casually, “it’s not that big of a deal keiji, there’s still the others.” 

turning back around, you started to walk again while akaashi stood there, fumbling for words. catching back up to you, he pressed, “but why? I thought you loved being manager?” 

biting the inside of your cheek, you knew he was right but you had to come up with some excuse, something to throw him off at least for now, “I just, school’s getting pretty busy—” 

“is that really it?” he interrupted, his voice slightly turning accusatory. 

your eyes narrowed at him, “what does that mean?” 

out of the both of you, akaashi was always the calm one. but today it was almost like you were seeing another version of him. where his eyes shook slightly, filled with an emotion that you couldn’t identify, his hands bundled into tight fists at his sides. 

“i just—” akaashi started, struggling to find the right words to say, “i feel like you’re not telling me something y/n. you’ve been off the last couple of weeks and I don’t know why—” 

you let out a bitter chuckle. 

“you’re kidding right?” 

if your reaction wasn’t enough to shut akaashi up, the words that followed definitely was. he watched as you shut your eyes tightly, your grip on your bag tightening, voice trembling, “I just, I can't do this anymore keiji.” 

akaashi’s eyes softened; moving closer towards you, he started to reach for your hand when you flinched away, the motion causing akaashi to blink in surprise. 

“d-don’t.” you whispered, blinking back the tears. “you won’t understand keiji. you won’t get what I feel and there’s no point in me telling you so please, just don’t ask me why.” 

“y/n, you can’t shut me out without even giving me a chance.” he reasoned softly to which you shook your head. 

“no, you don’t get it. e-everything will change and I just, I can’t handle that—” 

“I promise, nothing will change.” akaashi started, “you’ll always be my best friend—” 

“I don’t want to be your best friend anymore!” you finally exploded, the word starting to make you feel sick. your voice echoed through the empty street, each word coming back to haunt you when you realized what you had finally done. 

but there was no going back. 

“I want to be more than that...” you trailed off in a weak whisper. sniffling, you realized you had been crying without even knowing. brushing your cheek with the sleeve of your sweater, you added, “b-but you like someone else and that’s not your fault, it’s all mine. so just, give me some time keiji. i-i’m sorry.” you finally choked out before turning around on your heel and walking away quickly, the tears only falling faster at this point. 

shit shit shit shit

just then you felt something tug at your wrist, spinning you around as a slight yelp escaped your mouth. finding yourself being pulled towards Akaashi your faces just millimeters apart, you gasped, “keiji—!?” 

without uttering another word, akaashi closed the distance between the two of you as he grabbed your waist, pulling your frame flush against him as his lips enveloped yours in a soft kiss. his other hand cupped the back of your neck, his long fingers threading themselves into your hair as he pressed his lips tightly against yours. 

you felt like you were dreaming. 

before you could comprehend what was happening, akaashi had pulled away, pressing his forehead against yours as you watched his chest raise up and down with every breath. 

“keiji...” you whispered softly. 

“it was you.” he confessed quietly, “it was you, this whole time.” 

blinking furiously, you stared at your best friend as you slowly registered his words, “w-what, what do you mean?” 

lips quirking up into an embarrassed smile, he grinned, “the girl i said i liked? it was you y/n...that’s why i didn’t tell you who it was.” 

"oh.” you said as your cheeks flamed up in embarrassment, a shy smile appearing on your face, “it was me?” 

cupping your face in both his hands, he pressed another kiss to your lips before saying, “yes, it was you. it always has been.” 

as he gazed at you in complete adoration, you laughed softly to yourself, shaking your head in wonder. you were so preoccupied with the idea that the person akaashi liked wasn’t you, you didn’t even pay attention to all the signs and signals he had been giving trying to tell you that it was you. 

oh, how the world worked. 

iwaizumi

“iwaaaaa.”

“no.”

“hajiiiii.”

“no.”

“hajime! come on!” 

turning around to look at you, he rolled his eyes at you before saying the same word he had been for the last several minutes, “no.” 

crossing your arms across your chest with a slight huff, you retorted, “but why not?! it’s really that not that big of a deal, you’re just my best friend.” 

snorting, he turned his attention back to his laptop, “what kind of best-friends do you see kissing each other y/n?” 

“you make it sound crude, it’s not like I’m asking you to be my fuck buddy.” you grumbled, “I just said to teach me how to kiss, just once. It’s literally driving me crazy that I haven’t kissed anyone yet and then there’s the absolute fear of kissing someone and then realizing I suck and being utterly embarrassed for the rest of my life.” 

“then just find someone who hasn’t had their first kiss either. bam, both of you suck.” 

your narrowed your eyes at him, “do you have a list of men who haven’t had their first kiss? I can barely find one at this stupid university who has yet to sleep with someone, find someone who hasn’t kissed yet?! impossible.” 

iwaizumi chuckled softly under his breath as he heard you continue to grumble about how you were going to die alone since you would be too afraid to get intimate with anyone since you “sucked” at it. 

did he want to kiss you? always. 

but did he expect this to be the way? definitely not. 

he knew exactly how this would go, there was no way of it happening any other way. iwaizumi was always better at showing how he felt through actions than words, and after being best friends with you for so long, he knew you’d be able to tell the instant his lips met yours, just how fucking in love he was with you. 

“hajimeeeee.” you started to whine again, interrupting his thoughts. 

sighing, he turned around on his chair so that he was completely facing you. 

his first mistake. 

there you sat cross legged, plush lips pulled together in a small pout as you  stared at him with your soft wide eyes. 

“please haji...” you urge softer this time, a hint of desperation laced within your voice.

iwaizumi’s grip on his jeans tightened. the way you were looking at him was enough to set him off as his heart fluttered at the sound of his name from your lips. 

“you do realize you’re still going to be kissing me right?” he pointed out, “you're okay with that? ” 

nodding quickly, a smile quickly appeared onto your face. was he being convinced? you waved your hand about nonchalantly, “totally okay, you’re my best-friend, I trust you.” 

best friend, iwaizumi winced. the word stung a little more than usual today. 

after a while, iwaizumi finally said with a sigh, “look y/n, I don’t know...” 

your smile quickly dropped. 

“alright, it’s fine.” you said casually, although Iwaizumi could clearly hear the disappointment in your voice. getting up from his bed, you grabbed your bag from beside you and slung it over your shoulder. 

“hey, do you where tooru is?” you asked as you made your way towards his door. 

at the sound of his best friend’s name, iwaizumi’s ears perked up. brows furrowed together, he looked at you in slight curiosity as a bad feeling erupted in his stomach, “practice, why?” 

shrugging, you said, “i'll just go ask him instead, i’m sure he’ll do it.” 

oh, hell no.

before he could even think through his actions, iwaizumi pushed himself off of his chair and found himself reaching past you and closing the door with a thud! his arms caged you as you turned around and stared at him in complete shock, eyes wide and lips parted. 

chest rising up and down, he stared down at you, eyes swimming with an emotion you had never seen before. your own heart started hammering in your chest at the sudden change in proximity as you could feel iwaizumi’s breath fan your flushed cheeks. 

“h-hajime?” you stuttered out, blinking furiously as the boy simply stared at you. iwaizumi felt his brain completely short-circuit. this wasn’t like him at all. he was always the cool-headed one, whether it was keeping oikawa in check or being the supportive one for his friends. but with you, you had always managed to bring out parts of him he never knew existed. 

standing there, his gaze dropped down to your lips; it was as if being this close to you activated a magnetic field that he was unable to escape. leaning in towards you, his forehead rested against yours before he mumbled lowly, “a kiss is what you wanted right? then here.” 

slipping a hand beneath your jaw, his fingers tilted your face upward before closing the gap and pressing his lips to yours. 

what started as a butterfly touch, slightly nervous and afraid, quickly changed as iwaizumi pressed closer, deepening the kiss. feeling your back hit the door, your eyes fluttered to a close as you found yourself melting into his embrace, sighing against his lips as you kissed him back. 

iwaizumi’s grip on you tightened. he knew he should stop now before things got out of hand. before you caught on. before you realized how much this kiss meant to him. 

teeth tugging at your bottom lip, iwaizumi pulled away reluctantly, resting his forehead against yours. eyes fluttering open, he waited for your eyes to open and when they did, he felt his entire world stop. 

upon meeting his gaze, your eyes softened. you didn’t know what you expected when you asked iwaizumi to kiss you. while you were serious about wanting to experience kissing, you couldn’t help but admit that you always wanted your first to be iwaizumi. 

“w-was i okay?” you murmured softly. 

nodding, he chuckled softly, “yea, you were perfect.” 

at his words, your grip on his shirt tightened. a sudden surge of courage coursed through your body when you leaned closer towards him and added, “i think i need more practice.” before crashing your lips onto his. 

atsumu

“wow, they should make a rule to not let short people work at libraries. you’d need a stool everywhere you went.” atsumu snorted as he watched you try putting a book away on the highest shelf.

it was a friday afternoon and you and atsumu were both at your local library, volunteering after school.

granted you have to drag him there every week but hey, community service was important to you. 

turning around to shoot him a glare, you retorted, crossing your arms, “for your information, I am perfectly capable of doing this.

chuckling softly, atsumu raised a brow, lips twitching, “Oh? Really now??

letting out a huff, you turned back around, standing on your toes as you tried to reach the top, even holding on to the shelf as you balanced yourself. watching you from behind, atsumu simply shook his head and chuckled, finding your stubbornness absolutely freaking adorable. (even though he'd never tell you that)

moving behind you, his hand shot up past yours as he whispered, “just let me do it.” his breath fanning the back of your neck. as he took the book from your hand, his fingers grazed yours ever-so-slightly, enough to send your heart into a frenzy.

get it together y/n! you told yourself.

somewhere along the line, the boundary of friendship between you and atsumu started to blur. nearly everyone around you could see the way both of you slowly fell for each other.

but of course neither of you could, choosing to remain silent in fear of ruining your childhood friendship.

however you weren’t about to simply give up as you turned around to retort back, but instead, it was a decision you were quick to regret. your heart suddenly skipped a beat when it noticed the distance between the two of you was almost nonexistent. and if that wasn’t enough, the way atsumu was smirking at from above as you were completely backed up against the bookshelf, had you holding your breath.

waving the book in the air, a good couple feet above you, atsumu teased, “here, all you have to do is reach for it y/n”

for a split second, you forgot the position in which you were in, a sudden drive of competitiveness within you focusing on only getting the book atsumu dangled above you. 

pouting, you complained, “atsumu—! just give it to me!” as atsumu laughed at the concentrated look on your face as you endlessly tried grabbing at the air above you.

reaching upwards one last  time, pushing yourself up onto the very tip of your toes, you quickly realized you made a mistake when a mini yelp escaped your lips, your hands clutching the thing nearest to you.

which ended up being?

you guessed it.

atsumu. 

wide-eyed, your hands tightened around atsumu’s shirt as you quickly regained your balance. looking up nervously, you saw atsumu’s smirk slowly disappear as it turned into a nervous smile, his eyes gazing down at you with a look that was indescribable. blinking, you found yourself staring at atsumu’s lips, his soft red lips that just seemed oh-so-inviting, yet the thought of them on you had you flushing scarlet red.

“y/n?” atsumu’s voice rasped softly through the thick air, your grip on him tightening as the way his name rolled of his lips had your knees going weak.

but before you could respond, all you could feel was the softness of his nose brushing against yours, his hands that slowly cradled your waist as he pulled you closer into his grasp, and finally his lips following right after. his lips soft as clouds enveloped yours gently, nervously, tenderly, as his mouth caressed yours while you stood there stunned, unable to move as much as an inch.

sensing the hesitation in you, atsumu quickly pulled away, a look of panic flashing across his face. his cheeks went flush under the dim library light, as he looked at you, completely flustered, “fuck—I'm sorry, I don’t know what came over me—”

“I didn’t mind.” you suddenly squeaked, your eyes widening as the words slipped past your lips, making you look away in embarrassment, internally cringing.

you did not just say that y/n!!!

atsumu’s face mirrored yours, a look of surprise on them before the corners of his lips quirked up into a smile, the very smile he would always give only you, the very smile that would always have your heart skipping a beat just at the sight of it.

tilting his head to the side, he raised his brow as he teased, “hmm, you didn’t mind?”

this time, it was your turn to be flustered as you hit his chest lightly, avoiding his teasing eyes as he beamed down at you. chuckling, his forehead fell upon yours, his lips yet again just centimeters away.

“then you wouldn’t mind if I did it again?” he whispered lowly, his eyes falling back down to your lips.

“i wouldn’t,” you said softly, finding yourself inching closer to him, slowly closing the gap. 

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Do It Again

Kurapika X Reader

A/N: My first Kurapika fic and it's an apology to @ihatealimore for making her accidentally like Ging in that one fic I did. ily <3

Description: After a long time of not seeing each other, you finally meet up with your good friends over dinner. It goes a little different than expected though... especially after you see him smile so genuine and true for the first time.

Tags: fluff, first kiss, gn!reader

Word Count: 1607

Being a hunter was a beautifully unfortunate experience. Beautiful because you’ve made so many friends since the day you took the exam, but unfortunate because you almost never got to see those friends thanks to your differing professions. Yes you were delighted to be able to pursue your goals thanks to the power of a Hunter’s license, but it would be a lie to say you didn’t miss your friends a whole hell of a lot. That’s why today was exciting though. Today you were finally able to get into contact with said friends after so long and agree on a place to have dinner together. It had been so long since you last saw Leorio and Kurapika, so your excitement was completely within reason.

Of course you were early. The excitement was killing you so you got a booth at the restaurant of choice and eagerly awaited the arrival of your two closest friends. It would’ve been four, but the young ones, Gon and Killua, were off taking care of some wild business that no normal child would ever encounter. Those kids weren’t normal though, so you sat and imagined what kind of crazy stuff they were doing while you waited for Kurapika and Leorio.

About five minutes before the specified meeting time, you were absentmindedly scrolling away on your phone when you received a text. The notification banner said ‘look up’ which was an odd sort of text to receive, but it was from Kurapika. Your head never jerked upright so fast and you found yourself face to face with the blonde Kurta, joy immediately taking over your being.

“You’re here!” You gasped, practically leaping out of your seat.

It was a sort of knee-jerk reaction. You were aware he wasn’t a huge fan of physical contact, but the urge to hug him was far too strong for you to control. The grip you had on him was bone crushing and just when you realized it would maybe be a good idea to let go, he returned the gesture. You didn’t expect him to, so it was a pleasant surprise when his arms wrapped around your waist and he gave you a gentle squeeze.

“Sorry for the sudden hug but… I’m just glad to see you again.” You chuckled sheepishly when you finally let him go.

“Don’t be. It’s… Really nice to finally see you again too.” He sighed with a hint of a smile.

His words brightened you up. “I’m glad to hear that then! So, where’s Leorio? I thought for sure you’d come together considering how closely you work now.”

“He didn’t text you? He’s caught up in traffic right now so he’ll be a bit late.” Kurapika answered.

“Oh of course he forgets to tell me: one of the people he’s supposed to meet up with.” You groaned.

“It’s alright.” He huffed. “Let’s sit and have a couple drinks while we wait.”

So, you did exactly that. You and Kurapika sat down on the same side of the booth together and called for drinks, engaging in casual catch up conversation. It was so nice to hear from him again, and the two of you relayed stories back and forth to each other for at least twenty minutes. Both of you had accomplished a lot since you last spoke, and it was nice to hear all the neat and crazy things you had done.

Stories soon turned into jokes though, as it was a habit of yours to be comedic in many situations. Leorio was still not there so he inevitably became the butt of most jokes, you jesting about his tardiness and whatnot. As you joked, you said something incredibly funny apparently. One of your jokes struck Kurapika in just the right way and caused him to burst out laughing, something you had rarely seen him do. While he laughed, you became mesmerized, watching how his mouth turned up at the corners in such a way you thought someone as broken as him wouldn’t ever be able to do. All because of your joke, he laughed a genuine laugh poorly hidden by a hand, and you couldn’t help but stare.

The silence that you accidentally created ended up making Kurapika embarrassed. When he found you staring at him after his laughter died down he awkwardly cleared his throat, a smidgen of blush rising on his cheeks.

“W-what? You know you’re staring, right?” He spoke up.

“Yeah, I know. Can you do that again?” You asked without even flinching.

“What?”

“That smile! The laughter! Do it again! My god I’ve never seen you look so joyous. It’s charming~” You hummed, leaning towards him.

He blushed a little redder and covered one side of his face with a hand, unsure of what to say to you. He was too flustered to come up with something, so he huffed in embarrassment as he struggled to maintain eye contact.

“You know this is kinda unfair. This is what I missed out on being away from you? Damn. I love your smile about as much as I love you.” You rambled on.

“__-_______…” He said quietly, now looking away a little.

“Oh, was that too much? Ah shit I’m sorry. I’m a little bit tipsy so I can’t shut up.” You apologized, leaning your arms on the table.

“I-it’s fine, actually.” He said once he collected his thoughts. “I’ve… actually considered smiling more because of you.”

His words parked you up and his hand rested on your forearm, making it your turn to blush now. He faced you head on, and he definitely looked like he had something more to say. His touch was welcoming, and your heart did flips as you waited to hear what more he had to say to you. Unfortunately you’d have to wait to find out what was on his mind, as a frantically panting Leorio stumbled up to your table and made both of you retract your hands and arms underneath it rapidly.

“Sorry I’m late!” Leorio gasped, hands on his knees. “Traffic got even worse the closer I got.”

“N-no problem! C’mon, sit down and let’s catch up, hey?” You replied, showing your anxious tone back down your throat.

“And perhaps catch your breath while you’re at it.” Kurapika added.

“Really? I guess it’s your turn for bad jokes now.” You snorted.

“Well I’ve clearly missed a lot! Don’t leave me out, hey!” Leorio whined.

With all of you finally there it was time to order food. Leorio sat across from you and Kurapika and soon all your orders were in, jumping back to lighthearted conversation about all the wild things you’ve done, this time hearing Leorio’s side of things. It was just as insane, if not crazier. The incident at the election had you smacking the table as you laughed, the evening filled with joy and friendship. This went on for half an hour, bantering back and forth like old times until Leorio dismissed himself for the washroom. That was when Kurapika sighed deeply, catching your attention.

“You alright?” You asked.

“I’m just glad he finally left for a moment.” He sighed.

“What, is he that annoying or something?” You laughed.

“No, not at all. I just don’t want him to make a snarky comment about this.” He huffed.

“About wh-mm!”

Kurapika leaned in the short distance and captured your lips with his, surprising you. Your blush flared up again almost instantly and your heart hammered against your chest. With his shoulder gently touching yours though, you were instantly soothed, and soon melted into the sensation. It was sweet and warm, and you were genuinely disappointed when he pulled back and his soft lips no longer touched yours.

“That’s what I was trying to do earlier.” He said. “Because you really do make me smile.”

“Can… Can you do that again too?” You asked quietly, a smile slowly spreading on your face.

“With pleasure.”

He kissed you again just as you asked, and this time you melted completely. You leaned in until your shoulders slipped past one another, his hand now resting on your thigh. The closeness was welcomed, having never been this intimate before. At first it was a scary thought, but once you touched, you both realized it was what you wanted and there was no need to fear rejection. You would’ve stayed like that for longer if you could’ve, but you could hear Leorio’s footsteps approaching from behind the booth. Both of you parted with hesitance, but didn’t want an ear blasting from the mischievous medic so you returned to your original positions. Kurapika’s hand still remained on your thigh though, which made you extremely giddy.

“I’m back! Did I miss anything?” Leorio asked as he sat back down.

“Mmm, not really.” You replied, unable to hide the smile that matched Kurapika’s.

“... Are you sure? Both of you are smiling. Did you say something funny to him?” Leorio pressed.

“Not exactly…” Kurapika said.

“Oooh. I know what’s going on here. I think I know what happened.” He smirked.

“Leorio… Not now.” You growled, getting redder.

He laughed at both of you, proud of his teasing. He absolutely knew what was up but thankfully kept to himself, and you put your head in your hands with a deep sigh. Kurapika gave your thigh a reassuring squeeze, meaning you could continue your thoughts with him later. All you needed was a little more time to put up with the banter over dessert until you’d finally get a chance to be alone with Kurapika again.

Not how you expected dinner to go, but it was a wonderful surprise nonetheless.

what did they say about longing? about the yearning that grips your ribcage when you stretch your arms out in bed only for your fingers to brush against the cold pillow next to you? i miss you is the one thing that echoes like a broken harp in your head, the words plastered around every corner of your brain until you see them in the walls of your home and the insides of your wrist.

oh, my dear kazuha, am i missing from you in the same sense that you are missing from me? you glance at your study desk in the corner of your bedroom, the deep mahogany wood propping up piles and piles of messily written, unsent letters. they’re addressed to the same person—the only person you’d ever bother writing a letter to—but with no destination written on the front. it’s not as though the mail man would understand where exactly to send this letter to if all you wrote on the envelope was, ‘to the wandering samurai’.

but it wasn’t kazuha’s fault for needing to answer the call of the winds, just as it wasn’t yours for needing to know how fast your heart could race with your lips on his. you initiated the love affair fully aware that your arms could never anchor him to you and though you claimed to be ready to accept whatever consequences came with it, you didn’t think the longing would be this excruciating.

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Once This is Over • 「A. Keiji」

Summary: After what felt like ages of not being able to hold you, Akaashi can finally wake up next you again.

A/N: I’ve been suffering from some serious writers block with the request for some reason^^ so i decided to try writing something !! the requests are happening,,, eventually lolol

Word Count: 1617

You don’t really remember what happened last night, you’d stayed up working on a paper in hopes of greeting your boyfriend when he came home and yet, somehow, woke up neatly tucked in your bed with your boyfriend, Akaashi, cuddling you like you were a plushie with no recollection of ever seeing him yesterday.

His arm is thrown over your waist, toned muscles laying heavy against you (Keiji never quite stopped working out even after volleyball) as you tried maneuvering towards your phone to check the time - depending on the time you’d have to leave early for class.

“Mmhk,” you hear a groan from behind you, “Stop moving, too early.”

You let out a small laugh at his words but ignore them anyway, opting to reach your arms out again and finally grabbing your phone.

“I said,” he tries to swat your hand away from the phone to no avail, “T’ stop moving.”

“Keiji,” you groan, “Stop being a baby.”

Instead of answering your boyfriend just huffs air into your neck in annoyance causing you to jump at the contact, you slap tap his arm in annoyance before turning on your phone.

“S’ too bright.” He complained, burying his head into your neck.

“Your eyes are closed, Akaashi.” You roll your eyes, he could be such a baby early in the mornings, “Ah, it’s seven, still got some time then.”

“Please,” he slurs his words, “just shh, ‘M sleepy.”

“Oh, really?” You laugh, leaving your phone on the edge of the bedside table you sink back into his arms - earning a happy groan from the editor.

As you two lay in bed for a while, your eyes start to feel heavy with sleep - you laid beside the man you loved under warm blankets, shielded away from the cold air in your room in his arms, the sun leaked from the curtains as the streets began filling with sounds.

You hear him yawn, his eyelashes tickle your back as he blinks and you giggle at the sensation until you feel cold feet resting against your legs.

“You’re warm,” he comments, his voice clearer than before, “Stop struggling, come on.”

“Stop pressing your cold feet against me, Akaashi!” You scold him, you wiggle in his arms a bit more before giving up, he simply wasn’t giving up.

“No good morning?” He teases, you feel his feet press harder against you and you shiver.

“You’ll get a good morning when waking up next to you actually goes well.” You laugh incredulously, you didn’t worry about him taking what you’d said wrong - even if your words were harsh you knew he wouldn’t take them to heart.

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

Neither of you says anything for a while, you rub your eyes and sigh, you hear another yawn tearing through Akaashi’s throat. You two decide to just bask in the silence - as much silence as there can be in a street like yours for a little while longer. Your classes on Sunday started at a quarter till eight and lasted until twelve, and his shift started at eight and lasted till ten, so this was pretty much the only time you two had together this week and next.

“Thank you,” you whisper, you take his arms and wrap it around your head - taking his hand and playing with his fingers you continue, “for, uh, carrying me to bed.”

“Oh? It’s nothing.” Keiji sits up but doesn’t take his arm away from you, he reaches for a remote before turning on the small TV in your shared room.

“It’s not nothing, though,” you mumble, eyes fixed on the small screen as he flickered through the channels, “it was, well- it was nice but I wanted to surprise you.”

He doesn’t say anything and you look up to his sitting form, he sat there with a blue shirt and oversized pajama pants that didn’t match - his hair was a mess, his eyes were squinted as he tried figuring out what he was watching since he didn’t like putting his glasses on in the morning - he looked like a mess, not like the perfect everyday Akaash Keiji you saw out in the streets and yet, seeing him like this, relaxed and calm with you, you think it’s the best he’s ever looked. Especially with the soft smile that had his cheeks lifting up and taking a red tone.

“Seeing you passed out on the desk was a surprise, trust me,” he laughs, “it was like seeing Bokuto in high school studying for maths again.”

“Hey,” You elbow him, “are you friendzoning me?”

“Maybe,” he teases, his eyebrows raise as he looks down at you, “for all you know me and Bokuto have a secret house in Korea and are planning on leaving this week, he’ll quit volleyball and I’ll become a professional voice actor.”

“Do I get paid for keeping it a secret from the media that you escaped and Kotaru fled the country?”

“No but you get the house and the dog.”

You let out a loud laugh at his serious expression causing Keiji to break character and smile at you.

“Whew, anyway as much as I’d love to stay and hear about your plans to abandon me and our dog for your best friend,” you try peeling his arm off but he didn’t budge at all, his smile only growing larger the more you struggled, “I’ve got classes.”

“It’s Saturday,” he rolls his eyes at, “your classes are tomorrow.”

“It’s not- it’s not Saturday,” you furrow your eyebrows, “it’s Sunday.”

Emerald green eyes catch yours, the soft morning sun reflecting on the green sea in his eyes, and you would’ve drowned in them if he hadn’t been looking at you like you were crazy. In response, you reach out for your phone once more - letting his arm fall from your embrace, Keiji sits himself up once more and leans over to watch over you - you unlock your phone and sure enough; Saturday, seven thirty something.

“Huh… I could’ve sworn it was Sunday.” You mumble, you remember checking your phone last night and seeing it was Saturday.

“Maybe you got the days mixed up.” He suggests.

“Yeah, maybe.” You let your phone fall down besides your pillow before turning around and snuggling up to Akaashi, gripping his shirt tight as you hugged him.

He laughs a bit at your actions, it’d been some time since you two had been able to lay besides in bed together while, well, awake - normally you had classes and he had work in the morning, only arriving late into the night.

“How was work yesterday?” You ask once he’s settled on the sports channel (they were airing a MSBY match from yesterday Akaashi had missed).

“Not great,” he sighs, his free hand comes to mess with his hair before falling into his lap, “the new intern, Haruto, accidentally got half of the files on his computer deleted. Basically half of his work, gone, just like that- I had to spend the whole day talking with tech to see if we could get back the scans or- or something, turns out Haruto can’t organize his files but man is he good at deleting them.”

You laugh at his rant, he’d talk about Haruto often, an intern he’d been assigned who had a knack for getting into trouble and dragging your boyfriend along with him.

“I’m hoping yours was better.” He raises his eyebrows and looks down at you.

“Oh, definitely. I managed to finish the first few assignments, only got this one,” you gesture towards your desk, “and a project before I’m done. Should be easy from here on, I think.”

As you go on about your assignments, Keiji lays his head on yours - his cheeks pressed against your hair as you ramble about your stupid partner who you found out had been ditching class - as he listened to you talk. He could feel his breath even out and his heart calm down into a steady, relaxing rate. It wasn’t often that you two could be together like this and he planned on enjoying this as much as he could.

As much as the black haired man wanted to complain about not being able to be with you more often, how it’d put a strain in your relationship, he found himself appreciating you more and more; now that you weren’t there often he realized how important you were to

him. He knew this schedule wasn’t forever, and lord was he thankful - he didn’t think he’d be able to live forever seeing so little of you -, he was getting a promotion later this year and you’re graduating from your final year at the same time, he couldn’t wait for your schedules to be coordinated but for now he liked the way this was going. This last few months had made him appreciate being able to do the mundane things with you, like waking up early in the morning only to stay in bed to be with each other, leaving notes on the door and bedside tables for the other, cooking food and enjoying the others cooking even when they weren’t there to eat with you. He realized how much you lightened up his life, because it was days like these where his heart felt the lightest and happiest, so he’d treasure them and the feelings they brought.

He knew that mornings like this were only in passing and that one day you’d look back at them and wonder how you did it. Because once these days go by and are lost to time, he’ll make sure there will be no need to treasure these rare moments - he’ll make them daily.

May I request a fake dating scenario with Childe? (sorry i know its cliche but its my favorite trope🙈) Perhaps he and f reader are on an undercover mission to gain intel at a function, like a dinner party or a festival of some sort, and Childe is way more interested in committing to the bit than the mission itself. Like, he intentionally took on an easy mission so that he could indulge in his time with the reader because he "takes his job seriously" or something like that😏

Fatui operative reader*

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“You said you’d take this seriously.” You chided him, pushing for the fifth time his hand away from your hip while you looked through the crowd for your target. It should have been a rather easy mission: get close enough to the ambassador that they’ll tell you about the incoming shipment. Once you got what you needed you’d inform the other operatives waiting near the docks, they’d sneak in during the night and lift all the goods before anyone grew wise to the situation. However, after much pestering from a specific Harbinger, this simple task was turning into a headache inducing nightmare.

“I am, dear.” He ran his finger over your ear and out of your peripherals you caught sight of the calculating grin that pulled one side of his lips.

“You don’t have to pretend right now, no ones looking at us.” Pretending to rummage through your pouch, you noticed a esteemed looking figure walking through the door, someone as elegantly dressed as that must be your ambassador. “She’s here.” You whispered, nudging your chin in her direction and slipping the money pouch back in your side bag. “Let’s get closer.”

“Don’t get to hasty, let’s see what she does.” Childe moved behind you, his hand sliding over your back and making you hyper aware of each and every inch he occupied. His chest somehow so noticeable even though he never touched you with it, the proximity of him as he leaned against the wall and draped his arm over your shoulder before pulling you closer made your brain fuzzy and, for a moment, you lost sight of her. “Can you make out what she’s saying?” He spoke in a lower tone, an attempt to keep his words only for you or … was he trying to make you shiver.

Carefully, you focused your attention on her lips. Eyes squinting against the light as you tried to decipher what she was saying. The expression on her face shifted from one of familiarity to irritation, but it was so slight and quickly replaced by a smile her companion never caught it. “She’s upset.”

“Why?”

You opened your mouth to explain only to be cut off by his arm sliding off your shoulder so his hand could run down your back. The slow trail he made up and down your spine made you furious; you were trying to do your job, trying to get what you needed and to not be swayed, distracted by the pounding of your heart or the hot breaths you took while sharing the intel. “Sh-she’s asking why the shipments late.” Stopping his hand with your clenching fingers, you pushed his wrist back toward his chest and swore you heard a soft giggle at your side. Coughing, you continued. “It looks like he’s telling her it’ll be here soon.”

“Are the goods on the boat, look closely.” With a sigh, you strained your eyes to see, took in everything that you could in order to see her mouth form the shapes you needed to see.

“Yes!” You shouted a little louder than you anticipated and, because of that, the ambassadors turned toward you. You felt completely see-through under her eyes, a stab of fear shot through your heart when she looked at you, directly at you. In one fell swoop, Childe lifted you in the air and spun you around so much you lost your balance and you weren’t even using your own legs. “Ch-!”

“You said yes!! You’ve made me the happiest man in the world.” He let you slide down his chest but before you could fully grasp it all, he moved in and soon your lips were covered by his. The tight grip you had on his shoulders began to relax, your toes touched the ground but he continued to hold you; arms wrapped around your body, mouth commanding yours with lips so heavy you wondered how he exerted so much pressure onto them. When he released you, the air in your lungs came rushing in all at once while your mind did it’s best to refocus.

Things faded in slowly. Childe’s thank you’s to an applauding crowd, the drifting sound of your heart as it began to slow, the heat of your cheeks as you hid against his chest.

“She’s gone, we should follow her just in case.” He whispered into your hair, hand resting against your back while yours shook against his chest.

“You did that on purpose.”

“What makes you say that, comrade.” Lifting your eyes to see him, taking in every ounce of deviousness that radiated off his skin, you knew this partnership would be the death of you.

“Yo-you shouldn’t tease people like that.”

“Am I not allowed to tease my sweetheart? Where’s the fun in that.”

“I’m not really your sweetheart, remember.”

“Who says?” Childe ran his fingers over your ear until they found the back of your neck and you swore his intentions were clear as he leaned in for another kiss. Why was he so good at this fake dating ruse, it wasn’t fair. Your heart shouldn’t be so affected by this and yet …

“Childe …” Your eyes fluttered closed and you prepared for a kiss that never came. “Childe?”

“Expecting something, comrade? Our friends getting away.” Everything slammed back together as if he had slowly pulled you apart moments ago; how was he able to do that so easily? Frustrated, you clenched your jaw and pushed past him but when he ran after you only to slip his hand into yours it took everything you had to hold back a confused and irritated scream building in your throat while he easily let fall laughter that made your heart weak.

Hi! Can I request an one shot or head cannon with Akaashi and Iwaizumi where you’re manager at training camp and everyone decided it would be fun to go hiking nearby but you suddenly get lost and twist your ankle or something and when you run into them, you start to tear up from relief as they comfort you and piggy back you back.

« Finding You.

~ the one where you go missing for a night, prompting Akaashi Keiji to search for you despite the dangers lurking in the darkness

Format: One-shot

genre: fluff

- Akaashi Keiji x Reader

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9:03pm

“Don’t tell me you’re afraid of the dark.”

“No, we should just go hiking when the sun is, I don’t know, out?” You glare at a smirking Konoha as Bokuto slings an arm around around your shoulders, pouting at you pleadingly as he bounces on the balls of his feet. 

“The other teams manager’s letting them go!!!” 

“What if you hurt yourself, Bo?” You frown, and Bokuto gasps before locking pinkies with you, staring you dead in the eye before crossing his heart with his finger. 

“I solemnly swear I will not get hurt, Y/N.” 

“Do you even know what solemnly means?” 

“Nope! Akaashi said it once though-” 

“I’m against this as well.” Akaashi puts a hand on the back of his neck, peering down at you as blue eyes notice the shift of your feet in place. “We can go exploring tomorrow-” 

“No.” You interject, noticing the immediate wilt of Bokuto’s shoulders before pinching the bridge of your nose, sighing heavily to yourself. “...we can go tonight. Some of you have way too much energy, maybe walking around will tire you guys out.” 

“‘Atta girl!” Konoha glomps you as Bokuto hugs your other side, and you laugh a bit as Komi and Sarukui go to gather the flashlights from the other teams-

A dark-haired setter the only one to notice the lilt of nervousness in your laugh among the chaos. 

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10:12pm

“Y/N, do you want to hold my hand?” 

“Konoha, stop making moves on her, it’ll never happen.” 

“Shut it, Komi!” 

You force a chuckle, trudging along behind a talkative Bokuto as Akaashi strolls besides you, glancing at you once in a while as you keep your hands deep in your pockets, ensuring that no one would be able to see the nervous clench of your fists. Akaashi lifts another branch for you as you smile in thanks, eyes flitting around the dark as you swallow tightly. 

“You didn’t have to do this, you know. You could’ve stayed.” Akaashi’s talking before he can stop himself, and you blink at the abruptness of his words. 

You frown, laughing a bit at Akaashi’s usual polite tone before nudging the quiet boy with your shoulder once. 

“Careful, ‘Kaashi- you might make me think you don’t want me here.” 

Akaashi’s jaw clenched in the dark, noting the waver in your voice before making a calculative decision. His chest twinged as his lips parted, words slipping out quietly as the rest of the team laughed among themselves. 

“And what if I say I don’t?” 

Your feet slow, Akaashi walking ahead to merely glance back at you as the smile on your face completely disappears. 

“Am I...slowing you guys down?” Your hurt tone made Akaashi look forward, unwilling to see the flash of pain across your face as he wishes he could take it back-

“Yeah.” Akaashi says tightly, noticing the other boys have quieted down as well, the tension at the back of the group now noticeable as everyone seems to still. 

“No she’s not, Y/N don’t listen-!” 

“It’s alright, Bo.” You say softly, forcing a chuckle as you avoid everyone’s stares. “I’ll head back. I know the way.” 

“I’ll go with you.” The tension in Akaashi’s chest relaxes, and he begins to follow you before your snapped response makes him stop in his steps. 

“No. I want to go by myself. I might slow you down, Akaashi.” 

Akaashi opens his mouth to press the matter, but Konoha’s faster. He clasps the blue-eyed boy’s shoulder in annoyance, shaking his head with a you’ve done enough, gesture. You were already far now, and Akaashi stared wide-eyed after you-

his plan to get you back to safety completely backfiring. 

“Go, Akaashi, king of sucking the fun out of things.” Bokuto says childishly, nudging his friend a long as Akaashi casts another look into the now empty darkness behind him-

wishing he hadn’t said anything in the first place as he prays you reach the camp before they do. 

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11:00pm

“Maaaan, I’m beat.” 

“We should thank Y/N for letting us go.” Bokuto yawns as the boys trudge towards the camp sluggishly. 

“Some of us have a lot of things to say to Y/N.” Konoha says carefully, refusing to glance in Akaashi’s direction before scoffing. “Let’s go make sure she got here safe, she should be sleeping by now.” 

Komi and Sarukui emerge a few moments later from the entrance of the girl’s dormitories, running frantically as Konoha blinks in confusion. Bokuto wipes the tiredness out of his eyes as the two boys pant out of breath. 

“Y/N never came back!” 

“What?! Shit, we have to go back-” 

“The teachers are out looking, right now-” 

Konoha laughs bitterly, gritting his teeth before spinning on his heel with an accusatory edge to his voice. “What the hell are you gonna do now....Akaashi?” 

But he was already gone.

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12:01pm

It was dark. 

You didn’t know how many minutes or hours it had been, deciding to stay put instead of venturing further into your worst fear. All sense of direction lost, you had sat in a patch of daffodils, seeming to shine in the moonlight as you willed anyone to come. 

The pain in your ankle causes you to hiss as you stretch your leg out in front of you, unable to walk anymore. You stare up at the moon, fear now an exhausted emotion in your veins. 

Anyone. Please, anyone.

You should have pressed to stay with the group. You knew you wouldn’t be able to come back on your own, so why didn’t you? 

Akaashi’s face flashes in your head again as your eyes seem to well up with more unshed tears, wondering why his words had as big of an impact on you as they did. 

Keiji. The most sensible one on the team, always trailing besides you, the first to give you high-fives before matches. The one to remind the team of your birthday, always saving you the seat next to him at lunch under the trees. Keeping the boys in line when they show up for morning practice so you can take a much-needed rest, sometimes an extra breakfast packed away in his bag-

Why did it hurt so much coming from him? 

“Don’t kid yourself.” You whispered to yourself, realizing you were all alone. There were no feelings to hide in front of anybody anymore. Your face found your knee again, feeling the material of your pants wet with your tears. “You know why. You’re in love with him.”

You sniffle, feeling absolutely dumb. Feelings took precedence over your safety as you had stomped away, childishly not realizing Akaashi just wanted to bring you back to camp. Of course he noticed, what made you think he wouldn’t?

“And what if I say I don’t?” 

You whimper, digging your hands into the dirt beneath you, collecting strewn petals. 

“Keiji.” It was soft. Your tone was completely defenseless as you sobbed into your dirtied palms- 

“I’m here.” 

Your eyes snap open, head jolting up. You relax when you see that you had imagined it, not seeing anyone in front of you as you chuckle humorlessly. 

“I’m going insane.” You whisper-

a jacket with Fukurodani’s colors slipping over your vision. 

You gasp, taking the jacket laid across your head off your face to look up owlishly at a panting Akaashi, stripped off his team jacket as he stood in front of you in just a fitted black shirt. He bends at the knee, tilting his head at you as he finds stability in his voice despite the breathlessness. 

He felt punched in the stomach at the sight of dirt streaking your cheek, a trail of tears flowing from each eye freely as the look of fear on your face melts into one of relief. 

“Are you hurt?” 

“K-Keiji...” You blink, not believing the sight of the beautiful boy bent in front of you. Akaashi clears his throat, wiping some sweat from his brow before cupping your cheek gently, smiling softly when you lean into his touch. Your eyes well up with tears of relief before Akaashi tugs the material back over your eyes.

“You hate people seeing you cry, right?” 

“M-My ankle...” Is all you manage out, and you feel Akaashi assess the damage, frowning when the slightest touch makes you wince. The blue-eyed boy takes his jacket, wrapping it around your shoulders instead before facing the opposite direction of you. You blink as he presents his back, glancing back at you with a softness in his eyes you can’t pinpoint. 

“Wrap your arms around my neck.” 

“I’m too heavy...” 

“You aren’t.” 

You shakily comply, feeling Akaashi carefully lift your legs before beginning to trudge a long. The silence was thick with unsaid words as you breathe in his scent, piggybacking on the setter as you struggle to find the right words. 

“Keiji-” 

“I’m sorry.” His voice cracked as your eyes widen, and he pauses for a brief second within the silence. “Y/N, I just wanted...” 

“I know.” You cut him off with a hush, the pain in your ankle dulling to a slight throb. 

“I never meant-” 

“I know.” 

“...wanted to keep you safe-” 

“Keiji?” You cut him off a second time, and Akaashi stills his movements completely as you rest your head on his shoulder, the setter feeling tears wet his shoulder as you smile in the darkness. 

“Thank you for finding me.” You whisper, and Akaashi lets go of your good leg for a second to hastily wipe at his eyes. 

“Are you crying?” Your tone is teasing now, and the dark-haired boy scoffs, beginning to walk again. 

“Look who’s talking.” 

“Hey!” You protest, feeling his grip on your legs tighten ever so slightly. Akaashi glances back at you, and you gasp, pulling back a little on instinct from your place on his back. 

“Y/N.” 

“What?” You question hastily, embarrassed at the proximity as Akaashi’s lips stretch into a slight smirk. 

“If you’re gonna confess, confess to me, not when you think nobody’s listening.” 

Your face turns hot, the pain now unnoticeable as your eyes turn owlish, beginning to stutter excuses. 

12:36

Akaashi turns his head, blue eyes bright in the moonlight as he whispers against your lips. 

“Though I think you can guess my answer.” 

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this time, maybe love can finally stay

summary: love retests the waters when you and your ex-boyfriend oikawa finally talk about why you broke up in a beach house reunion after putting your love to a rest four years ago

word count: 2k

pairing: oikawa x gn!reader

a/n: i’m actually proud with the way this turned out so hopefully this doesnt flop lawl kidding! i meant to say, i hope you guys enjoy reading this!

IT’S 2AM AND YOU CAN’T SLEEP. 

It may or may not be because of the simple fact that you were in a beach house, seven years later in a reunion with the high school volleyball team you used to manage. 

And it wouldn’t have been any trouble - it shouldn’t have been. Except for the miniscule detail that your ex-boyfriend whom you’ve known for almost the entirety of your life was present.

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I'm a sucker for calm, sunshine-y characters going berserk upon seeing their loved ones hurt. Can I request Kazuha and Thoma rescuing their kidnapped s/o from treasure hoarders, only to find them bruised and beaten? Tysm ❤️ And congrats for 145 followers, you deserve ten times more!

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masterlist!

# — pairings: thoma, kazuha x gn!reader

# — characters: gender neutral reader, thoma, kazuha, ayaka, beidou, treasure hoarders

# — summary: he doesn't want you to see him like this.

# — warnings: violence, blood mention, minor character death, injuries, kinda ooc thoma

# — tags: drabble format, angst, kidnapping and rescue, revenge, hurt/comfort (physical), fluff

# — notes: anon, i really, really, really like your taste :D i actually almost made myself sad writing thoma's.. i love him dearly :( as always, reblogs and reactions are always appreciated, and i hope you enjoy!!

✧— 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚 — ✧

thoma doesn't panic right away when you don't arrive on time.

you were supposed to meet him at komore teahouse for a date; you two made it a routine to have dates there at least twice a week whenever he had the time. it wasn't normal for you to be late, but you'd told him in advance that you were coming from konda village after staying there for a few days, since your parents lived out there. thoma told you to be careful on your way, since there were wandering ronin and treasure hoarders on the outskirts of the island.

"i know you can handle yourself just fine, but," thoma's green eyes swam with concern, "if you come across them, try not to fight, okay?"

you patted his cheek twice. "alright, you big worrywart." you laughed when he perked up a little and leaned in to kiss his nose. "i'll try my best."

thoma wrapped his fingers around the back of your neck, preventing you from pulling away. "do you promise?" he said lowly.

you hummed, an enamored smile parting your lips. "i swear i'll be as careful as i can. if i come across any danger, i'll get away as quickly as i can."

the two of you made a rule early on in your relationship that promises were to be sealed with a kiss, so you kissed him twice for good measure; once to seal the promise, and another time to keep him from whining. as charismatic and confident as thoma may appear, he was actually quite clingy when it came to you. you thought the two kisses would be enough, but thoma doesn't let you go.

"not yet," he murmured against your lips. "just a little more."

you chuckled. "you're so greedy."

as the minutes become hours, thoma's stomach starts to sink. was something wrong? did something happen to you? did you get into any fights and lose?

"no." thoma denies quickly. you wouldn't lose -- you couldn't. call him biased but your strength was unparalleled; you wouldn't let some random treasure hoarder best you. he closes his eyes as he thinks about you wielding your claymore against a mob of attackers. you handled your weapon with so much grace that people often thought it weighed nothing. thoma's about to lose himself in daydreaming about you when a worker of the teahouse appears in the entryway.

"sorry to intrude," she says with a bow, "but i received a letter for you. it was delivered by a suspicious individual, so i came to you right away." in her hands is a yellowed envelope, the edges of which seemed to be burnt.

thoma struggles to keep his expression even as he takes the letter. only when the employee is gone does he allow himself to be swept away by the waves of anxiety. he doesn't have to open it to know that this is a ransom note; this wouldn't be the first time he's seen one. he removes his headband and tentatively removes the seal and pulls out the letter.

the first thing that catches his eye is the large stain on the paper. bile sours thoma's tongue when he works out what it is.

the blood -- your blood -- has already started to oxidize, the stain taking on a rusty color. you must have been gone for far longer than he'd thought if that was ths case. thoma works his fingers through his hair as he reads the contents.

'two billion mora,' the letter reads, 'or they die.'

"two billion." thoma echos. he puffs out an incredulity. you were worth so much more than some two billion mora, but as comforting as that thought was, he knew the kamisato clan didn't just have that much money lying around. even if they did, as a retainer, it wasn't his place to ask for such a large sum anyways; his reputation amongst the staff was very good, but it can't possibly be that good. he makes himself sick just thinking about ways to preserve his reputation while you were missing.

as much as it pains him to do it, thoma tries to go about this rationally first. his body is itching to scour every nook and cranny of jinren island (since your abductors were kind enough to tell you where they were -- probably for ransom delivery), but he knows he would achieve nothing that way. plus, he'd likely be outnumbered. thoma smiles bitterly as he puts his headband back on. who cares about being outnumbered? he needed to see you safe and sound sooner rather than later.

he gets back to the kamisato estate in record time, where he heads straight to ayaka. she's having tea with ayato when he sees her. if this were any other day, he'd feel bad for intruding; the siblings don't get much time to see each other due to their respestive duties, but this -- you -- were far more important.

"thoma, you look exhausted," ayaka comments as she stands and makes her way over. he'd tried to keep a level head as he traveled, but he must have tried to sprint all the way here. no wonder his chest was burning. "you look about ready to pass out. is everything alright?"

thoma doesn't respond right away. he can't, not with how tight his chest feels. his breath comes in short and shallow. he pulls the crumpled letter from his pocket. he'd crushed it impulsively after reading it. ayaka tentatively takes the note from him and gasps when she realizes who exactly was missing. there was only one person that could make him panic like this.

ayato approaches next and reads the note. his face hardens and he crumples the paper back up. "i don't believe we can spare that much mora," he says through grit teeth, "but if i explain the situation to the tenyrou commission, then--"

"that's very kind of you," thoma interjects, "but what would people think of the yashiro commission if they found out you were doing all of this for a mere retainer?"

ayaka looks cross. "you're not just a retainer, thoma." she rests a hand on his shoulders, squeezing gently when she feels trembling. "you are like family to us; you know that."

thoma inhales sharply. he's already past his limit. he hasn't felt this helpless since he first arrived in inazuma all those years ago. he really didn't miss this feeling. ayaka's heartfelt words do very little to soothe him. because while it's always nice to know that he's got a family within the kamisato siblings, he also has a family in you.

but you're not here.

molten tears sting his eyes, but he blinks them back before they get the best of him. thoma's never cried in front of anyone before, and he didn't want to start now. "i appreciate it," he says after a while, offering the siblings his most grateful smile. "but i think i'll go and get them on my own."

ayato puts his foot down. "absolutely not. you're far too valuable, thoma; going there alone would be a suicide mission, and i refuse to endanger you like that."

"then you can rest easy; you're not the one putting me in danger." thoma feels a bit of his usual energy return to him as he give ayato a reassuring smile. "i'll be endangering myself."

"that's not--" ayato sighs harshly. he rolls his shoulders back -- a sign that he's admitting defeat. as expected yashiro commissioner, he's likely already thought ahead. he can't stop thoma. they both know it. "very well. come back safe. do you understand? that's an order."

ayaka nods and steps beside her brother. she doesn't look like she agrees, but there's not much she can do now. thoma supposes it's for the best. he gives them both a grin before accepting the order and leaving a bow. as soon as he exits the room, the smile drops from his face. he was going to head straight for that island without wasting another second. "i'll be there soon." he mutters to the open air.

getting to jinren island took a lot longer than he hoped it would.

it was so far off the coast of narukami; he could see why it was a gathering place for criminals. thoma hadn't been very subtle in his arrival, so he's greeted by about four treasure hoarders, two of which held large shovels. after doing a quick sweep, thoma notices that none of them have visions.

good. that makes this a lot easier then.

thoma raises his hands in surrender. "gentlemen." he greets with his most diplomatic smile.

"where's the mora?" one of the bulkier men demands. he growls when thoma clicks his tongue.

"now, now, don't you boys know how negotiations work?" he chides gently, like a parent scolding their child. "especially when something as precious as another person's life is at stake... has no one ever taught you this? let me confirm that they're alive first, and then you get the money."

the treasure hoarders aren't as stupid as he was hoping. one of them shoves a blade in his face. thoma doesn't flinch.

"boss says that that's not how it goes."

"do you not trust me?" thoma raises a brow before jerking his head in the direction of the boat he came in on. "if you don't believe me, then by all means, feel free to check my bag."

the criminals locate his bag easily. they lift it with some difficulty and hear the familiar jingling of what they assume is mora. thoma has to bite back a mocking laugh when he realizes that they didn't even check the bag; they just thought he brought mora. content with the "ransom", they escort thoma further onto the island.

there's a wooden cage in the center of some platform on a hill, and more treasure hoarders standing guard around it. there's more wooden cages, but since no one is near those, it's safe to assume they were empty. when thoma finally steps onto the platform, he sees you.

you're crumpled on the floor of the cage, your body curled in on itself. it looked like you'd passed out while clutching your stomach. thoma blindly sprints towards you and glares at a treasure hoarder until he opens the cage. the door swings open, and thoma's by your side in an instant, fretting over your unconscious body. you don't wake when he shakes you, and bile rises to his mouth again. he tilts you to get a better look at your face, and--

"how long were they here." thoma doesn't recognize his own voice. he gingerly wipes the fresh blood from under your nose with his thumb, grimacing when he feels some more dried blood crumble beneath it. your breathing shallow and stuttered, and thoma feels rage beginning to simmer. you have a black eye and there's both dried and fresh blood caked to your forehead. you have a few deep cuts on your cheeks that have clearly been treated with very little care, and as thoma's eyes trail down your body, he sees violet and yellowing bruises extend down into your clothes.

the rage grows to a boil in no time. "i asked how long they were here." thoma speaks again. "answer me."

a scrawny treasure hoarder nearby shrugs. "about three days."

that's exactly how long you were gone for. you must never have even made it to your parents.

thoma's about to summon his spear when a deep groan bubbles out of your chest. his anger fizzles like a spark dampened by water as he watches you wake up. "hey, hey." he whispers, his smile fragile as your eyes flutter open. his heart crumbles as he sees you try your best to focus on him, especially with your bruised eye. "good morning, sunshine."

his attempt to keep you calm doesn't work. you hardly get to rasp his name before you're coughing violently, tears forming in your eyes as you do. you can't seem to stop, and the very sensation only seems to worsen the pain. "what are you--" you're interrupted by your own coughing again.

thoma shushes you gently. you must have a broken rib. "i came to pick you up. you were late for our date, you know." he's trying so hard to remain calm, trying to keep himself sane since he's finally found you, but when you return his weak smile and he sees the blood staining your teeth, the rage reignites itself.

"took you long enough." you wheeze. your eyes lose focus again. "you're a little blurrier than i remember you." you try to joke.

thoma doesn't laugh. he knows you're trying to put him at ease, but it's not working. it's not going to work. he slips away from you and rises to his feet. "that's fine, baby. get some more rest for me, yeah? let me finish up here and then we can go home."

the treasure hoarders around you two sense something’s off and brandish their weapons, pointing them at thoma, whose got his own polearm at the ready. "what do you think you're doing?!" one of the men yells.

on the ground, you call thoma's name. "w-what's going on? what are you--?"

your boyfriend turns around for a second and gives you his sweetest smile. even with hazy vision, you can see the playful shimmer of his emerald eyes. "sleep for just a little while longer, baby." he faces the enraged treasure hoarders again, his voice dropping to something you've never heard before. "i'll be quick."

(he wouldn't know until it was over, but you had actually passed out as soon as soon as he told you to sleep. it wasn't so much that you were obeying him, but more that you physically couldn't stay conscious any longer.)

thoma doesn't think he's ever fought so viciously in his life.

he swings his polearm to the side, relishing in the cracking he hears as he knocks over two treasure hoarders. he makes quick work of the potioneers, bringing the base of his polearm down on the backs of their heads without a second thought. they crumple like ragdolls, and for a split second, he wonders if he killed them. he wanted to kill them -- he wanted nothing more than to skewer each and every one of these bastards and fling them into the ocean -- but if anyone were to find out what happened here, it would only complicate things.

he tries to avoid killing the remaining few, but not without stabbing them in non-vital areas with the blade of his weapon. one of the treasure hoarders has the gall to beg for mercy. "funny," he chuckles, swiping the blood off his cheek with a thumb, "i'm sure my lover said the same thing."

the last treasure hoarder gives him a hard way to go. the rest of the shovel holders went down pretty quickly, but this one clearly dwarfed everyone with his size. thoma assesses him very quickly and nearly succumbs to the darkest thought in his head.

someone had to die for this. one body wouldn't hurt, would it?

his next thought halts him in his tracks, nearly getting his head crushed by the burly treasure hoarder. as nice as it would be to kill at least one person, screw the commission -- if you found out, what would you think of him then? thoma makes up his mind quickly and inserts himself into the fight once more.

after a lengthy struggle, thoma finally manages to jam his polearm into the treasure hoarder's thigh, bringing him to his knees. thoma finishes the fight with a solid crack to the back of his head, knocking him out cold. he observes the mess he made and nods to himself. this felt good; giving them what they deserved. he makes his way back over to you.

you're exactly where he left you, curled on the floor of the cage. thoma picks you up as gently as he can and carries you back to the boat he came in on. he's about to rest you down when he sees two more boats coming in, both bearing symbols of the kamisato clan.

ayato and ayaka were on one boat. even after he told them not to, they came to assist him. the other boat held a few samurai to arrest the treasure hoarders. ayato helps thoma carry you onto their sturdier boat while ayaka strokes your head to keep you asleep amidst all the commotion. her touch is feather light, and it works to keep you asleep.

maybe it works a little too well, because the next time you open your eyes, you're in a bed.

you wake with a start, desperately sucking in air as if you were drowning. you regret it immediately as your lungs and ribcage scream in protest. a large set of hands is on you quickly, the one on your back rubbing soothing circles. you slap it away quickly. "don't touch me, i-- thoma?"

any fight you managed to muster leaves your body at the sight of your boyfriend by your side. there's dark circles under his eyes, shadowing their usual forest green color. "hey, stranger. you feel any better?"

your shoulders droop and you reach over, holding his face in your hand. thoma leans into your touch, holding onto your wrist for dear life. he practically nuzzles your palm with closed eyes, waiting for you response. you're so shocked by his behavior that it takes you a minute. "how... how long was i asleep for?"

thoma's eyes open, but not all the way. "about 36 hours. you..." he sighs, clearly bothered by the information. "you got roughed up pretty bad. how do you feel?"

"i feel like death, but did you sleep?" you brush your thumb over his cheek, your heart cracking when he sighs, content. "you must have been so worried, thoma, i'm sor--"

"don't," he snaps. he catches himself, murmuring an apology. "don't say sorry. no, i didn't sleep much. i was just-- i was worried you'd disappear again. last time you left my sight, you..."

every word seems to take more and more energy out of him. you may be the injured one, but thoma's distress has to be the most painful thing for you right now. love works so strange sometimes. you move your hand and run your fingers through his hair. "i'm not going anywhere again, okay?" you giggle lightly when thoma nearly purrs at the feeling. "look at you. you're like a giant cat."

"i'm your giant cat." he smiles then, and you see a glimmer of his usual self start to show. you know you mean a lot to him, but to see just how much is almost overwhelming. "i love you. so, so much, you know?"

"yeah." you grin. maybe you'll heal faster with him by your side. "i know. now go get some sleep, thoma. i'll be here in the morning."

"...you promise?"

you beckon him towards you, remembering your usual promise tradition. he leans in and you peck his lips, laughing when he starts to pout. there he is, you think. there's your thoma.

"i promise."

✧ — 𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚 — ✧

kazuha will never forgive himself for not being the first to notice your absence.

it's beidou who brings it up first. it had been a few weeks since the crew made a stop in liyue harbor. everyone went their separate ways; some to visit family, some, like kazuha, to explore the surrounding areas. you and kazuha had gone your separate ways two days ago since he decided to venture further out, but you had responsibilities aboard the alcor.

"are you going to set sail with us again?" you finally mustered up the courage to ask. you were on edge all night, caught between asking kazuha to just stay with you and letting him go. you knew he was a free spirit, and you feared that once he started on his journey, you two would have to part ways for good.

kazuha crossed the room and sat beside you, his head tilted in question. "are you afraid that i might not?"

you nod wordlessly. it's embarrassing enough that you had to ask; you probably sounded clingy, and you knew how much kazuha hated it, even if he never said it out loud.

"...it seems like you've come to a conclusion without me. may i pick your brain, my love?" he nudged your shoulder with his.

it was impossible to keep secrets from him. you knew this. kazuha's observation skills were second to none, even when it didn't involve nature. you decided to confide in him, knowing that your relationship wouldn't grow unless you communicated. "i'm just worried that you might not return."

kazuha hummed. "if it's my combat skills that youre concerned about..."

"no, no, it's not that! i... i feel like once you leave, you'll find that you're happier out there." you swallowed down the unwelcome tightness in your throat. "you're a wanderer, kazuha, and i'm bound to the alcor. i'm scared that after this little break, you won't want to come back."

kazuha, stunned by your vulnerability, blinked a few times. even though you valued communication, you still struggled to talk to anybody, including him. he looked at you a little longer, trying to figure out why you would think he would ever leave your side.

it's true that he's a free spirit, but even the wind has to settle sometimes.

"dove," he said, taking your hand in his own, "i could never leave you for long." he chuckled at the look of mild disbelief that you gave him. "to me, it sounds as though you thought i would be upset with you for asking me to stay."

"i don't want to stifle you." you confessed. "i love you too much to do that to you."

kazuha made a small "ah" noise. he got off the bed and stood between your legs, tilting your head so you could look up at him. "ask me to stay." he pursed his lips for a moment. "on second thought, tell me to stay."

it wasn't worded like a question. you hesitated.

"i love you as you love me, perhaps even more so, if you would believe me." kazuha's hands explored your face gently, fingers smoothing over your eyebrows or lightly pinching at your nose. he had the most lovestruck smile on his face, and it made you flush. "i would do anything for you; i would grow roots and stay by your side if you'd let me."

"of course i'd let you!"

kazuha leaned down. "then tell me." he whispered. "tell me to stay. wherever you go, i'll go; wherever you stay, i'll stay. to the ends of teyvat, my dove, i would follow you anywhere."

this wasn't what you had in mind when you made up your mind to talk to him. you felt as though you were a child with a crush all over again, growing more and more flustered by the second with how close kazuha was to your face. he kissed your cheek. "go on, dove. say it."

"kazuha..." your heart sat in your throat, and the lump you suppressed earlier returned with a vengeance. "i don't know, i--"

your lover kissed your other cheek, his ruby eyes encouraging you to answer. you hated that you were so conflicted over this, but if he grew to hate you for forcing him to settle down--

"you're not forcing me," kazuha said. your face burned as you realized you said that out loud. he kissed your lips this time. "you're so lovely, my little dove. say it."

your walls came toppling down a lot easier than you expected. the pros of having kazuha around greatly outweighed the cons, and if he ever did wish to go his own way, then that was a conversation he would most likely have with you. he wouldn't just abandon you without a word. so you tell him.

"stay." you barely had the word out before kazuha kissed you, stealing it right from your lips.

"again." he murmured.

"please, stay."

kazuha pressed light kisses all over your face, drinking in the giggle you gave him. "as you wish."

you had little difficulty parting with him after that. reassured by the promise of return, you flew through your tasks aboard the ship with ease as you waited for the day kazuha returned.

but when he did return, you were nowhere to be found.

kazuha knows that he shouldn't blame himself for not being able to find you first, but he does anyways. he wasn't the first to board the alcor -- beidou was. when he got there later that morning, she pulled him into her cabin and slammed two things on the table. it was a dagger and a sheet of paper with demands scribbled on it. he didn't have to read the contents to know what it meant.

"i couldn't find them when i got here," she sighs, her arms folded tightly over her chest, "so i asked any early crewmates but they said they haven't seen them either. then i found this stabbed into my door."

kazuha's jaw jumps as he tries to find the proper words to say. he now understands how you must feel whenever you're trying to stop yourself from being crass with people who you dislike. his eyes flutter shut. if he looks at that letter any longer, he'll have much more trouble containing himself. "what does it say," he asks flatly. "who is it and what do they want?"

beidou, who seems equally as pissed as kazuha, reads the ransom note again. "they want all our valuables, so... my guess is treasure hoarders. how did those scummy bastards manage to organize something like this in the first place?"

how, indeed. it's a great question. kazuha doesn't care for the answer. "is there a location?"

the captain squints. "don't tell me you actually want me to surrender our supplies." if she were anybody else, that would come across as her prioritizing materials over your safety, but kazuha knows her better than that. he can see it when he opens his eyes. "it says they're near qingxu pool. there's a bunch of abandoned homes out there, so--"

"will you assist me, captain?" kazuha's not the brash type, never one to interrupt someone midsentence unless absolutely necessary, but beidou takes no offense to it. his expression is blank -- too void of emotion to be normal. needless to say, she gets why he's being a little impulsive.

beidou herself isn't one to dive headfirst into situations like this. as the captain of the crux fleet, she is not only responsible for overseeing the crew's behavior and the ship's maintenance, she is also a diplomat meant to keep the peace.

but she, like kazuha, is also a fighter. her answering smile is sharp. "i'll go inform the crew that we're gonna delay our departure."

once technicalities are out of the way, kazuha and beidou exit liyue harbor and walk towards the designated location. the trip is silent as kazuha tries to imagine all the ways this could go.

if he found you and you were unscathed, then he would have no trouble taking you and leaving. treasure hoarders like these don't have the means of following you. if you had a few scratches, then maybe he'd have to get physical.

an intrusive thought gives him pause. what if this was a trap and you were already dead?

"kazuha." beidou's voice makes him jump. she's stopped walking as well. they're finally here. "just know that whatever happens in there, i don't blame you."

kazuha runs her words through an internal translator right away.

"if you feel the need to kill someone, then go ahead."

it's sickening, feeling like a rabid dog on a stray leash. but never, not once in kazuha's life has he ever experienced something like this. he's a bit lost in the motions. he follows closely behind beidou as she approaches where the treasure hoarders are holding you captive.

your kidnappers did a horrible job hiding you. kazuha and beidou find you slumped against the concrete wall, your hands bound by some flimsy rope. neither of them make a sound, nor do they move to free you right away. it's not the presence of poorly hidden treasure hoarders that's got them frozen in place but rather, the that state you're in.

dried blood cakes the wall behind you, smeared a little bit above your head and trails down to where the back of your head rests. a rainbow palette of bruises paints your arms and face, and there's blood on your forehead and at the corner of your mouth.

kazuha reaches for his sword without a moment's hesitation. beidou stops him. "not yet." she warns. then, "we know you're there! come on out before i come and find you myself."

surprisingly (or not; treasure hoarders are pathetic excuses for human beings), the kidnappers come out. there's a large number of them, but that, too, is to be expected. they provoked the woman who took on the haishan alone and a samurai whose skills they knew nothing about. their cooperation may be a ploy, but a head count is pretty helpful.

"fourteen," kazuha says aloud. seven shouldn't be a problem for him. he's encountered more enemies on the run.

"where's the goods?" a skinny treasure hoarder asks. "we told you we'd kill them if you didn't bring what we asked."

beidou shifts her posture once before summoning her weapon, resting it on her shoulder. the entire room crackles with the tension of an upcoming battle. "touch them one more time, and i'll have to get my hands dirtier than usual."

her threat does nothing. a treasure hoarder next to you pushes you with his foot and you groan. you're alive, but--

"kazuha, wait." beidou commands.

kazuha didn't even realize he'd drawn his own sword. you once praised him for his exceptional restraint and ability to keep himself cool under pressure. he skims your body once more and notices that something’s... off. something’s missing. "their vision." kazuha finally speaks. "where is it?"

a treasure hoarder to his left laughs and pulls your anemo vision from his pocket, waving it around tauntingly. "you mean this thing?" he sneers.

the flashbacks happen so fast that it nearly blinds him.

the sight of his best friend being defeated right before his eyes, his cracked blade falling at his feet. his vision flying through the air, devoid of its elemental glow.

the hysterical cries of people who had been robbed of their visions -- their ambitions. the rainbow that projected onto the ground in inazuma city during mid-afternoon, the sun reflecting off of the confiscated visions.

there's a flash and a clang before something -- the treasure hoarder's severed forearm -- hits the ground with a dull thud.

your vision now rests safely in kazuha's hands. "yes," he replies to the treasure hoarder he unknowingly attacked, his agonized screams falling on uncaring ears. "this thing."

beidou mutters, "fuck it," before charging at the seven treasure hoarders on her left. her powerful strikes are audible as she swings her claymore. kazuha cradles your vision as he takes on the remaining six treasure hoarders.

if you were to ask kazuha what happened that day, he probably wouldn't be able to tell you. not because he's ashamed of what he did, but because he really and truly doesn't remember.

adrenaline and molten fury give kazuha the strength he needs to cut down each of his opponents. he doesn't miss a single one -- doesn't leave a single stone unturned. each treasure hoarder he encountered met the same fate. when there's finally one treasure hoarder left, kazuha doesn't kill him right away.

"in your next life," kazuha seethes, his voice foreign to his own ears, "you will die another death by my hands." he silences the treasure hoarders please by dragging his sword across his neck, and like that, brings the fight to a close.

kazuha peers down at your vision, which is still pulsing with life. you may be incapacitated, but perhaps this was your way of giving him strength. when he sees blood smeared on the shell, a twinge of guilt starting to grow. "you said you wouldn't blame me." he says as the adrenaline seeps out of him. "do you think they would--"

beidou slaps the back of his head, shutting him up. "please, they'd have started fighting a hell of a lot sooner than you did." she looks him over once before looking down at herself. the two of them are covered in blood, none which was their own. "ugh, let's go. there's doctors that can treat them on board."

kazuha cups the back of his head with a quiet hiss, but follows along anyways. he heads over to you and picks you up as gently as he can, careful not to upset any wounds you may have that he can't see. "i'm sorry i didn't come sooner, dove." he whispers. "i'm so, so sorry."

when you finally wake up, it's to the sound of seagulls. you shoot into an upright position, but your vision starts to swim and you feel the need to throw up. you lean back on the headboard. what the hell happened? why did you feel like someone ragdolled you into a wall? you close your eyes and try to listen to the crash of waves outside. at least you were on the alcor -- maybe you should try to remember what happened until someone came in. the door opens about 45 minutes later, and you're greeted by a familiar head of platinum hair.

it's kazuha.

he rushes over and kneels at your bedside. your lover doesn't say anything for a long while as he cups your hands and bows his head away from your sight, his shoulders shaking slightly. thankfully, you managed to recall what happened in the two days you were apart, so you can't blame him for being this way. he must have been scared stiff.

the only thing you can think to say in the moment is, "welcome home, kazuha."

his shoulders still for a moment before starting again, but this time, you can hear soft laughter. kazuha looks up at you, his eyes teary. "i'm back, dove," he says, pressing your hands to his forehead. "i'm back."

"did you miss me?" it's a cheeky question, and probably a bit calloused considering what happened, but you both needed a smile right about now. kazuha's smile grows, and your heart flutters.

"more than anything." kazuha kisses the back of your hands, the gesture laden with affection and longing. "a day apart from you feels like an eternity, my star."

you chuckle. "never have truer words been spoken."

kazuha pushes himself off the floor and sits on the bed near you, holding your face in his hands. you're sure you're still swollen and bruised; you must be unsightly and yet kazuha's looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky for him. he leans forward and rests his forehead on yours.

"you are my everything." he declares softly. it's like a prayer to you and you alone, spoken a space inhabited only by the two of you. his words are sacred and special, and you soak in every last one. "the brightest star in my sky; my universe."

you're starting to get dizzy. he must have been terrified by your absence. "kazuha--"

his lips cover your own and you melt, unable to resist him. "i adore you." he says when he pulls away. "i always will."

you cling to those words like they're your last lifeline. "and i, you." you say in return, shutting your eyes when he kisses you again.

✧ (whew! this monster grew bigger and bigger as i wrote it! i got carried away again,,, but! i do hope you enjoyed reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it!)

this new event hazel omg!!! you always have such an interesting ideas i love you and your brain :((( it's so hard to choose... will it be okay to ask for the lovers (the fluff one), the tower and the fool for the scara? please <33

The Lovers (true love), The Fool (fear of losing something), The Tower (ruin) :: scaramouche x gn reader | tarnished fate 

warning: angst, scaramouche’s perspective* (scara watches reader sleep (wholesomely) 

Scaramouche sat up in bed. His eyes clouded with sleep, body moving slowly as he worked himself into alertness. Turning to the window he could see the day was going to be a dreary one; somehow it was perfect for what was meant to happen. With a sigh, he rubbed his face and turned to look at the figure who slept peacefully beside him. 

Safe and sound as he intended, you rested comfortably. The courage anyone would have to sneak in and disturb you would have impressed him, if he’d known anyone to be that bravely stupid. To harm what was his, to threaten their life, he wouldn’t forgive them. 

Scara watched you far longer than he intended. The steady rise and fall of your chest, the soft humming that vibrated in your throat, the relaxed facial expression tempting him to change its shape. He was transfixed by you, obsessed with you. It wasn’t something he ever expected to experience but, as it turned out, you were rather hard to vacate from his mind. Even in his dreams, and the moments he awoke, the first thing he thought of was you. 

His fingers brushed across your brow and you shifted onto your back. Your hand slipping under the pillow as you adjusted. Cool, unloving fingers trailed down your neck until they crossed your collarbone, drifted to your partially exposed sternum before finding their way to your neck again. Conflicted, he continued to caress your skin. It wasn’t his intention to wake you up but he wouldn’t have cared if you did. 

Though it would certainly make this morning more difficult. 

“You swore yourself to me,” he whispered into your hair, nose disappearing slightly in the uncombed locks. “do not break your fealty.” 

Scara moved away from you but, in his weakness, he lingered. You were everything to him. The morning, the evening, you were the air in his lungs and the pounding of his heart. He wasn’t sure why since no single thing brought him so much life than his own, but you changed him, altered his resolve.

This life he led was not meant for you. The orange haired harbinger warned him of such. Signora grew bitter at the idea. For a while he tried to ignore it until it consumed him. Filled him with a desire he couldn’t shake. Even if it meant destroying you, he had to know what it felt like to hold you close, to touch the skin that made him insatiable, to feel your lips against him. He had to know.

Now, he had to break all his bones in order to keep you safe from the monster he was and the evil which stood at his back.  

He reminisced while his thumb ran across your bottom lip. How sinful it was to desire this luxury. “I will never love another,” Scara swore as he closed his eyes, removed himself from the bed and slipped onto the cold floor. 

--

The birds were the first thing to wake you. Their lively chatter a humorous alarm to your long rest. It wasn’t new for you to sleep in, nor was it unusual for Scaramouche to allow you this sin. You didn’t understand why other thought he was so cruel. 

Sitting up, you stretched in the late morning sunlight. Your shirt fell down your arm but you did nothing to fix it. Instead, you looked around the room only to have a strange unease settle in the pit of your stomach. Something was amiss, but you couldn’t place your finger on it. 

Concerned, you pulled the covers away but before your feet touched the ground, you noticed a letter sitting on the bedside table. It was sealed by none-other than your love. Eagerly you reached for it, the seal snapping free of the parchment with ease, fingers slipping under the paper to unfold what secrets he left inside.

When it was fully opened, a golden band fell onto your lap. Shocked, confused, you reached for it but as you came to understand what it was your heart sunk and your trembling hands held the letter for your watering eyes. 

You read it again and again, over and over, flipped it on it’s back, turned it upside down. This wasn’t true, this couldn’t be true. Standing suddenly, you turned toward the door but the sound of ringing metal caught your attention as you watched the wedding band Scara wore spin until it came to a stop in front of you. 

Crumbling to the floor, you became entangled in the sheets while your outstretched hand covered the abandoned ring, and through your wretched sobbing, you closed your eyes against the glinting promise tainted with lies that  wrapped around your ring finger. 

“y/n ... 

It is a terrible thing to be blinded by ignorance, and yet, the both of us found ourselves living it every day. I’ve let it consume me no longer.

I’ve taken leave and shall not return. Forget every notion you once had. Laughably, It was your mistake to have fallen into this a ridiculous idea of love. A Harbinger cannot be possessed by the feeling and yet you let yourself be swayed by the lie. 

You were nothing more than a passing moment, albeit a forgotten one. Do not come crawling back to me. 

I never loved you 

Sc--

-- 

Scara turned away from the shrinking shoreline, face scrunching against the soft rain that fell against his cheeks. Every inch of himself suffered; twisted, pained, rattled. He seethed, rolled in fury as he walked across the main deck. The crewmembers hid from his view and he admired their intelligence. 

“How long?” Scara asked behind the helmsman, his sudden question causing them to jump. 

“At this pace sir, less than a weak.” 

“Excellent,” he turned and headed down the steps and toward the captains quarters, arms hanging dead at his side. “Let’s kill an Archon, shall we.” 

Fate Made Event (May8-31) | Anthology