Thoma Must Be So WarmTT

thoma must be so warmTT

written in the scars

kazuha x gn!reader

0.5k words

warnings: mentions of injuries (cuts)

summary: for the first time, kazuha considers staying

it’s hot. even the breeze that blows is warm; which makes the tension in the air between you and the inazuma samurai. you both sit in the grass wordlessly, deep in thought. your eyes wander to his hands, covered in bandages. his hands were always covered in small cuts from his sword — you had become his personal doctor, patching up the small cuts.

you gently hold his hand in yours, cleaning a cut on his index finger. you look up to meet his gaze and notice a small grin on his face.

“what?” you ask, returning your eyes back to his hand. “it seems you find something about this funny.”

“no,” he chuckles. “not… funny, per se. it’s just… we’ve gotten to know each other quite well even though we only see one another when i’m in here.”

“mmm,” you hum, securing the bandage on his finger. “so your recklessness is the source of our friendship?”

“i guess,” he says, the grin not fading.

you pause for a moment, his hand in yours. you look at the small scars on his hands. many of them were probably from him missing his own sheath, but you could tell some of them had stories.

“honestly, i do try to be more careful but… it doesn’t seem to work.” he says, pulling his hand away. his eyes shift away from you.

now, you’d do anything to see that grin one more time. you hated yourself for taking that dumb grin for granted.

“is this where we part ways?” he asks softly.

you can’t bring yourself to look at him. “i think so.”

he stands up, wiping his hands on his pants before outstretching his hand towards you. you grab it, and finally look at him. his words were so sad and left your heart feeling so heavy, yet the soft look on his face stayed unchanged.

“i hate that our last moments together feel so sad… it feels quite tragic, no?” he holds onto your hand, squeezing it.

“it’s hard to make departing feel happy.” you whisper.

he takes you into his arms, holding you tighter than ever before. “i’m sorry things ended up this way.”

after a few moments, he lets you go. he looks at you like he’s taking in every detail; a mental picture that he can look at whenever he yearns to feel your warmth. and then he finally starts to walk away.

however, it’s only a few steps. he stops in his tracks, and for a brief moment you think he’ll turn back around for one final embrace. but he keeps his back to you. “tell me to stay.” he says.

“what?”

“tell me to stay, and i’ll stay.”

you want him to stay. every fiber of your being is telling you to say the word. let him know that you want him here. but it’s all too selfish. he had chosen to leave even after you met him. it was a choice you had to respect. he had things to do, places to see, and you unfortunately couldn’t join him. so you take a deep breath and close your eyes, and hope that he’ll be gone when you open them.

and he is.

if only

[Pairing/s: Teru Minamoto x Reader]

Genre: angst?

Warning: swearing, unrequited feelings fufu.

Note: I don't know where I'm going with this, all I know is I want a Teru angst.

Of course it wasn't you, and you know it can't be you but it still hurts like a bitch. You lay on your bed staring at the ceiling as you try to process what Minamoto Teru had said earlier when you asked him for help in rescuing Aoi and finding number 7.

"He likes Aoi-chan," though after his words he play it off as a joke but you know he meant it, you knew deep inside your guts that he meant it, from his body language to the way he looked when he said those words.

"It makes sense now, but Akane-kun wouldn't like it," turning to your side you hug a pillow and hid your face in it, drowning yourself in your thoughts that is slowly being filled with insecurities that you had pushed away before.

"If only I was smarter or maybe prettier, would he-"

You stop yourself before you could even finish, cause deep down you know he still wouldn't look at you or see you the way he does to Aoi- because you're not Aoi.

If only you were Aoi...

"What am I thinking, I shouldn't even be thinking about that" You sigh getting up to grab your phone on your nightstand, scrolling to your social media to distract yourself from your thoughts.

"If only the mokkes were here, I might feel a little bit more better" you mumbled, heart stings from the lost of a friend and the reminder of your unrequited feelings.

"If only Teru likes me..."

Honestly I don't like it but whatever.

Destiny & Fate

➜ Character/s: venti; g!reader

➜ Word Count: 578 words (drabble)

➜ Theme/s: soulmate au. angst. hurt/comfort. mentions of reincarnations. where venti dreads for the day of your death even if he hadn’t seen you yet.

➜ Warning/s: mention of his true name. mentions of death. spoilers for act 3: song of the dragon and freedom.

➜ Note/s: i was actually debating whether i’d give venti the angst ending or the last character but well here we go. and omg i just got jean on my 22th pull on my f2p account i’m so shocked rn. i was planning on just doing solo hutao there since i also got her but woop- my unnecessary luck just said no. anw second to the last entry for the soulmate series! guess who’s the last one hehe.

➜ Part of the Series:

Home - Albedo | Love or Hate? - Childe/Tartaglia | No Love Left - Aether | Your Name - Zhongli |

Destiny and fate are two different things, Barbatos knew that.

Blessed by destiny, cursed by fate—what else was he supposed to do just to not lose you?

He tried. He tried each and every time he hears your voice through the wind, when he feels the tug on his finger, urging him to come close, to come find you once more. A red string of fate connecting you and him, a reminder of what had been, a reflection of what could have been.

Venti never really intended to give his Gnosis, no, he wasn’t that easy to back down. Yet, all of his strength were sucked by the painful memories of the past, and just by your memory, he knew that it was time to fight back.

You were a mere mortal. In all of your lifetimes, you had always been a mortal. And yet, you were stronger than everyone, in terms of your dignity, sense of freedom, and pride. You were a fighter, and you were one of his inspirations.

It didn’t matter that he had to wait for a couple of years before seeing you again, not at first, that is. He didn’t see any wrong with it, but after witnessing your death several times, all with the same age, same day, and same loss of life in your eyes, he knew it had to stop.

It hurts so much.

No matter what, you two always found each other. Both would create happy memories for awhile, but the inevitable will always come.

At your 18th birthday at the 18th hour, Barbatos, a god, dreads that very specific moment. Because it was at this moment that you’d perish and he would have to wait for your other life. He was tired of it.

“Maybe I should go with you, what do you say?”

“What do you mean, Venti? This commission is just simple, I’ll be back before you know it!”

He was always too late, always left hanging surprised despite already knowing what was to happen. He always hoped that something will change, that your love was enough for you to live.

How foolish of him.

“Why do you not want me to go, love? Is there a problem?”

He held on to your waist, refusing to let himself be engulfed in the negativity. He’s with you, what could happen, right?

It was inevitable.

Death by a fight, an illness, an accident, it was inevitable.

Venti gave up his Gnosis not because he couldn’t take it.

He gave it as a rebellion.

Whoever was the god of fate, he was willing to fight them. It was selfish, he knows, but who cares.

He just wants to live with you. Fate and destiny be damned.

A tug on his finger lits his eyes up, a smile forming at his face all of a sudden.

“Hey why are you smiling like that, tone-deaf bard?” Paimon asks him, but his grin merely widens.

“Nothing. Hey, what do you say I tell you of the story?”