What Did They Say About Longing? About The Yearning That Grips Your Ribcage When You Stretch Your Arms

home is where the heart is

synopsis: the odds of encountering akaashi keiji while journeying around the world were slim, but destiny had tricks up her sleeve when you collided at crossroads with your ex-boyfriend in the city of love. just when you believed that the spark that ignited your relationship has dimmed down, he unknowingly proved otherwise. and now, you’re trying your very best not to fall in love with him all over again.

pairing: akaashi keiji x female reader word count: 14.9k genre: angst, fluff, exes to lovers au, paris au, journallist au, traveller au warnings: implied smut?? (its like one paragraph lol), slow burn, swearing, way too many cliches rolled out into one fic its so embarassing at this point, if you see this fic somewhere else w a diff title… dw thats me lmao

author’s note. *barfs agressively bc this fic is so cliche its gross* *anyways akaashi’s literally a man out of a kdrama film, which is probably why i made kaashi the character for this fic lmao*

New beginnings. Defined as the motivation to travel back to square one.

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be not afraid of my body—

inumaki x reader

wc: 1.8k+

warnings: MAJOR MANGA SPOILERS: JJK 137+, angst, aged up, inumaki is the light of my life and it's obvious

No one will really speak of what has happened.

Despite all the questions leaving your lips, Panda only shuffles ahead, letting the hollow panic of your voice spread in the space between you. The cadence of his footsteps picks up so subtly, an untrained eye would have missed it, but you are searching for something, anything, to hold onto; the quickness of his pace is an answer in and of itself, one that hurries your feet, too.

You love him, don't you?

The question had stunned you so violently, body recoiling in shock at the implication of his tone—that, whatever has happened, is enough to ruin the deep rooted relationship between you and Toge. As if this horror could do anything but bring the two of you closer; lovers, trying desperately to hold onto one another in a world designed to tear them apart.

It dawns on you that you hadn't answered. Of course you loved him, more than anything, your stomach wouldn't be souring, hands wouldn't be trembling, eyes wouldn't be watering if that weren't the case. The most high nightmare has been vanquished: Toge is alive, despite the destruction that has fallen over Tokyo, over Shibuya, and that had been welcomed with enough relief that the first tears were of respite.

If not death, then what?

The last time Toge had left the country, a bouquet of lilies had been waiting on the desk in your room, corded together by a lavender ribbon, smelling like the fading spring afternoons that called you both outside during dinner. The days seemed so long then, the sun still peeping over the skyline late into the evening; "more time with you," he signed, skin crinkling near his eyes with the intensity of his smile.

And then summer came and the flowers wilted into droopy reminders of Inumaki's absence, though the space in your bed and the emptiness of your hand fought hard so you wouldn't forget, couldn't forget. Maki suggested pressing them into a book, but by then it had been too late and the only place they belonged was the garbage—it had seemed impossible to do. On the loneliest nights, even the shriveled sight of them reminded you of him, the night before he left, lulled you to sleep with the feeling of his chest against your back, nose under your ear, hand on your stomach.

When he was feeling particularly indulgent, he would whisper broken little things, words that would be impossible to hurt: beautiful, home, sweetheart,

love of my life.

Morning Glories, wrapped in cellophane and held together with a yellow bow: he waved them at you from across the hall, zipper pulled down so that you could see the smile stretching out the marks on his cheeks when he’d returned. Inumaki and his flowers, Okkotsu always said, as if a boy and his love were two separate things, as if his affections were some tangible thing that could be held in the palm of your hand.

At the sight of Yuuta’s face, it is then that you start to cry. Something strong, like panic and desperation all in one, rises within you to ask again what has happened to him. Something—someone—catches your eye; Itadori’s shoulders are shaking as he disappears into the school, his hands clenched into fists at his side. Fushiguro spares you one look (something soft, like empathy and repentance all in one) before following after him.

“He’s okay,” Yuuta’s words are comforting—it’s another confirmation that Toge is alive—but it’s not what you’re asking. “Do you want to see him?”

No one will really speak of what has happened, and it’s starting to drive you mad. Of course you love Toge, of course you want to see him, how could they even ask? For all the comfort they’ve given you, it has only driven up the anxiety surrounding your lover in droves. There is an inferno ready to set Yuuta alight at the question, but he leads you to Ieiri’s clinic after you offer him a stiff nod.

The woman in question is nowhere to be seen; whatever work she’s had to do on Toge is finished, that much is clear, and you can only assume she is back out into the streets, setting up infirmaries around the city to aid those who have been wounded. Outside the door, Okkotsu hesitates and the uncertainty in his eyes frazzles your remaining nerves.

“I love him,” It’s something you could shout from every rooftop, though it only comes out as a hiccuped whisper. “Whatever’s happened, I’ll always—”

“I know,” The bags under Yuuta’s eyes are dark, heavy, and he suddenly looks smaller than usual; Panda had seemed distraught, almost nervous. Toge is so loved by so many, and it (whatever it is) has already affected the students. “He’s just a little restless.”

All you are left with is an empty smile.

Perhaps you should take the time to gather your wits, to wipe the tears from your face. Perhaps you should take the time to script out a declaration of love, how earnestly you will prove to him that the two of you will get through this (whatever this is). Perhaps you should imagine him as he always has been, Inumaki and his flowers.

But you don’t; the door to the clinic is thrown back so fast, it slams, causing even you to flinch from the force.

And he’s smiling, this boy that you love. There is a smile stretching the marks on his cheeks, even though the sheet is down around his waist, even though his chest is exposed. Even though part of him is missing. Toge is smiling and he looks like he’s been waiting—minutes, hours, maybe even his whole life—for you.

Immediately his eyes roam your face, body, checking for any wounds that are damaging enough to be seen from across the room; only then does his smile falter. But when little more than bumps and bruises regard him, Toge raises a hand (his remaining hand, his only hand) out to you in a silent request for your own.

On any other occasion, you would fling yourself across the room and into his waiting arms, giggling, inhaling the botanic scent lingering in the strands of his hair. Instead of cellophane, it is paper talismans that will be rumpled beneath you when you finally lean into him. Instead of two arms to crush you to him, it will be only one.

It's with slow and tentative steps that you approach, stopping just out of reach as you sit beside him on the stiff cot. Toge's eyes are shining, a little red, and even though he's trying his hardest to appear pleased at your presence, something is undeniably shaking him.

Of course you love him.

Of course you want to see him.

"Were you worried about what I would think?"

Toge blinks once and the rigid roundness of his eyes melts away, exposing the tired, half-lidded gaze that burdens him. For all the pranks he pulls, all the laughs he's constantly causing, he never lies; everything about him slumps, withers away, as if it had taken a considerable amount of effort just to appear indifferent.

His weariness is an answer in and of itself, and so you decide to give him one to match, one that will explicitly express how you feel, in his own way: without words.

Finally you move within his reach and Toge perks up just the slightest bit, raising his hand once more for you. Instead of tangling your fingers with his, you touch the point of his palm, feeling the heat from his hand (which must have been a fist before you'd intruded). You slide around his wrist and up his arm, feeling his pulse in the tender skin near his elbow, before scooting closer, before placing your entire hand just under his collarbone.

Toge's eyes have relaxed again, though they shine with something different now, and he keeps them fixed on your face as you bring your own near his. The quiet sigh he lets out reaches your ears in more ways than one—audibly and as a puff of breath across your cheek—and he lifts his head, straightening his neck the way he always does when you're going to kiss him.

But you don't.

When you pull back, his eyebrows turn down and then up, ever curious, and then he shuffles back in the cot, sitting and squaring his shoulders when the shirt covering your torso is ripped up and over your head. It's not the first time he's ever laid eyes on the exposed skin of your chest, but somehow this feels more intimate, closer, than late night sex between sheets.

He's confused, though you can tell he's doing his best to be respectful and to not gawk at your body—that realization makes your shoulders shake with the effort to keep back a sudden sob; he's kind, so, so kind, this boy that you love.

One afternoon, not long after Toge had bought you flowers for the first time, Maki sat beside you in the field as Panda threw Kugisaki and Imumaki tried to catch her. It was unexpected, when she said, "you picked a good one" while watching them, but you knew exactly what she meant.

When he turned to smile at you, pulling the top of his jacket down just so he could stick his marked tongue out, you told her, "yeah, I'm really lucky".

"Okay?" Toge signs, and you nod, grabbing his raised hand to bring it to your inner elbow, to your pulse, to the space under your collarbone.

And then he finally looks: at your face, at the bruise under your eye from the collapsing building, at the purple wounds spanning your sternum, at the stitled way your chest heaves when you breathe.

It's not lust that drives him forward, but something deeper, and he wastes no time wrapping his arm carefully around your back to pull you closer. His palm is warm against you, fingers digging lightly into your skin as your own come up to cup his face.

You are picking Toge; now and always.

"It's gonna be okay." It's meant for both of you, the fragile whisper. "We're gonna figure it out."

If Yuuta can do anything about it, you've no idea; a sick, worried part of you believes he would have done it by now, if it were possible, but you've never quite grasped the intricacies of Okkotsu's reverse cursed technique. Either way, you mean the words you say to him; if Inumaki needs a second hand, then you will be it.

This boy that you love nods and has the nerve to smile again, just before leaning forward to kiss you. It's warm and his lips feel charged, as they always do, as if something other than sorcery and power is lurking within them—something kinder, something sweeter, some tangible thing that can be translated without words. After a minute, you realize he is drawing petals with his nails into your skin, little cartoon-y, oval shapes.

Inumaki and his flowers.

touch me, touch the palm of your hand to my body as i pass || walt whitman

Consent and Intimacy

request: “Can you write a drabble with Akaashi Keiji + Insatiable + Basorexia + Attachment? TY! -anon

pairing: akaashi x gn!reader

Insatiable (adj.) - (of an appetite or desire) impossible to satisfy

Basorexia (n.) - the overwhelming desire to kiss

Attachment (n.) - affection, fondness, or sympathy for someone or something

He clasps the side of your face with his palms, gently placing his forehead against yours, “my love?”

You nudge your nose in response, tightening your grip on his torso as a way of saying yes, I’m listening.

In a quiet whisper he asks, “can I kiss you?”

It’s extraordinary just how much your lover can restrain his basorexia, his overwhelming desire to kiss you— all for the sake of consent.

No matter how many times you’ve kissed, he always asks.

“Of course,” you mumble, letting your lips brush against each other.

The corners of his lips quip into a soft smile, before moving his thumb between your lips to create a small opening. He leans in slowly, he always does, as his way to savour the moment.

You can feel the gentle breeze of air exhaling through his nose, the breath he’s held for quite long finally being released. It’s the simple act of intimacy that deepens the setters attachment for you.

Though perhaps your kisses were insatiable, because he could never get enough of it.

summary: uni student childe who isn’t dating you yet, but he might as well be with how in love with you he is. he practically loses his mind at every little thing you do, and even a simple text is enough to get his heart pounding.

genre/warnings: fem!reader, drabble, fluff/humor, porn mention because scara is a menace, i literally just guessed on who i think childe’s uni friend group would be lmao

childe: how’s my girl doing today

y/n: i’m okay :) dogsitting for ganyu but the dog’s bark sounds hilarious

1 new voice message

Childe’s heart nearly leaps out of his chest. If he had any less self control, he might have squealed like a little girl right then and there. Of course, there was also the issue that he was currently in public, having lunch on the quad with his chattering friends.

“Can you guys shut the hell up for a second?” he hisses, holding his phone to his ear. Diluc and Kaeya share a bewildered look, their conversation tapering out along with everyone else’s.

“Oh, sorry, Childe, us background characters were just talking. Don’t let us interrupt your scene.” Scaramouche sneers with a roll of his eyes, flicking a straw wrapper at Childe’s face. It hits his forehead dead on, and Diluc winces, waiting for his friend to blow up.

Except he doesn’t. In fact, it’s like he doesn’t even notice.

The whole table watches with rapt attention as Childe listens intently to whatever is playing on his phone, a wide smile growing on his face with each passing second. Then, just when it seems like he’s done and the silence will end, he taps at his screen and plays it again, still beaming.

It takes a few moments until anyone has half a mind to say anything. Zhongli tries first, gently tapping him on the shoulder.

“Childe?”

A bit too late, he blinks like he’s just been broken out of a trance. His eyes snap around the table quickly, suddenly realizing that everyone is staring at him.

“Huh? Were you saying something?”

Diluc cranes his neck, trying to get a peek at whatever Childe was so invested in. “What were you listening to? Some kind of podcast?”

At that, Childe’s face flushes a light pink, and he makes a half-hearted attempt to hide his phone. “Oh, it’s nothing.”

Scaramouche raises a brow, taking another bite of his food. “Doesn’t look like nothing. What are you blushing for? Were you listening to porn or something?”

“What the hell? No!” Childe spits, gauging the disgusted looks of everyone else sitting around the table. A few of them look like they might actually be considering Scaramouche’s accusation. Signora subtly glances under the table, and Childe looks genuinely horrified. “It wasn’t porn!”

“Then what was it?” 

The stares of his friends grow more and more pressing, and he clenches his fists. Realistically, it would be much less scandalous for him to tell them the truth than to let them think he’s some sort of sex freak who listens to porn audios in public spaces.

“Itwasherlaughingwithadog,” he rushes out, slamming both hands on the table with a tone of finality. “Anyway, anyone have any fun plans this weekend? I heard there’s gonna be some great parties.”

Signora holds her hands out in a ‘time-out’ gesture, clearly not finished pressing for answers. “How about you repeat that, but slower.”

There’s a round of nods at her request, and Childe feels like sinking into the ground and never returning. 

“She’s dogsitting for her friend today, and she said the dog had a funny-sounding bark, so she recorded it,” he explains, feeling more and more humiliated with each syllable. “And she just so happened to be laughing in the message too.”

Scaramouche grins like he’s just been delivered the best news he’s ever heard in his life. “So were you getting all smiley over the dog bark, or was it the sound of her laugh that did it for you?”

“I don’t have to explain shit to you.”

Kaeya bursts into a laugh, one he poorly attempts to mask behind his fist. “Oh, oh my god. This is too good.”

“Can we hear it?”

Childe pouts. “No,” he says, a bit too quickly to be natural.

“What, are you gatekeeping her laugh?”

“She sent it to me,” he defends, uncaring of the judgmental looks they shoot his way, “so it’s for me to listen to.”

my first kiss went a little like this.

masterlist!

# — pairings: albedo x reader

# — characters: gender neutral reader, albedo, kaeya

# — summary: someone tell albedo that first kisses are supposed to be a little more romantic.

# — warnings: n/a

# — tags: drabble format, fluff, first kiss with albedo

# — notes: it's almost 1 am and i've got a crush on a genshin boy. as always, reblogs and reactions are greatly appreciated, and i hope you guys enjoy!

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unsurprisingly, the first time albedo kissed you, it was for research purposes.

the two of you are alone in his lab in mondstadt, and you're standing beside him, examining his notes while he waits for you to give your opinion. you may not be an alchemist, but albedo knows the benefits of having an outside opinion. of course, when sucrose returns from her trip, he'll have her give her educated opinion as well. you're silent as you read the notes closely, trying to make sense of every line. albedo's pleased that you're so invested in this, but... something’s bothering him.

you're bothering him, actually. not your presence, no, but your lips.

lately, albedo's been distracted by you. he's not sure when it started or why, but these days, he's been sensitive to your mannerisms. he's always been attentive to details -- he has to be, otherwise he'd probably have singed off his eyebrows (or worse) by now -- but he's never been that way towards anyone other than klee before.

for example: a few weeks ago, albedo noticed that you had a tendency to bite your lip whenever you were deep in thought. that was one of the many things you did whenever you were thinking hard, actually; he noticed that you would sometimes chew on the inside of your bottom lip or cover your mouth with a hand whilst humming.

he also noticed that whenever you finished laughing at something, you had very faint laugh lines around your mouth; an indication that you must have been incredibly amused.

and, when you two got lunch together per your suggestion, you had a habit of licking the corners of your lips in quick succession -- likely a method of ensuring that there was nothing lingering there.

thinking himself strange for paying such close attention to that, he took it upon himself to do a little bit of research.

...it didn't take long for him to realize that the common denominator was your lips. the issue now was what he was supposed to do with that information.

fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on how you looked at it), albedo ran into kaeya during his studies and explained the problem. the cavalry captain had the time of his life laughing at a bewildered albedo's expense.

"i'm not sure what's so comical about my research." albedo said. he isn't the type to get offended very easily under normal circumstances, but listening to kaeya crack up after hearing about his recent project was starting to make his hackles rise.

kaeya wiped a tear from his eye as he caught his breath. "albedo, you've got to be one of the most interesting people i have ever met." he finally said. he sighed, his lips still upturned in a smile. "why are you telling me this, anyhow?"

"i believe i've told you why already, cavalry captain. i just wanted your input, but i'm considering retracting my request."

"ah, ever the professional, this one is," kaeya chuckled. "you want to know what i think? i think you're attracted to them."

albedo blinked. kaeya snorted. "attracted to them? i don't see why i would be. this just suddenly started, so i..."

his sentence went unfinished as he turned over the idea in his head. attraction? albedo hasn't felt attraction outside of a platonic sense for anyone besides the traveler, and even then, there was still a line of friendship that he had yet to cross with them. and surely, kaeya was referring to romantic attraction, wasn't he? but why? he had no experience with it, so--

kaeya sighed, interrupting the alchemist's thoughts. "i can hear what you're thinking. you must be wondering why, right? well, don't. just let yourself feel it, and stop treating it like it's alchemy." an emotion albedo couldn't place flickered in kaeya's eye and his smile softened into something less mocking. "you can't always explain away relationships, albedo."

lost for words, albedo nodded. perhaps he would have to take that under consideration.

while albedo understood that kaeya may have been right about relationships, it wasn't all that easy to give up his natural approach to experiences. he decided to continue his research for a little while longer, keeping in mind the words of the cavalry captain. finally, he came to one conclusion:

he needs to kiss you.

if he covered your lips with his own and stamped out the flames of curiosity that only grew hotter by the day, then maybe, just maybe, he would be able to get on with his life.

so, when you finally finish reading the notes, albedo has a hard time focusing on your feedback.

"i think you're a bit too detail-oriented, albedo," you say, your forehead creasing as you skim the paper again. "maybe you should zoom out first since it seems like you've hit a bit of a snag."

"is that so?" albedo replies half-heartedly, his eyes never leaving your lips. it's almost mesmerizing. "is there anything else?"

you look from the paper and see albedo looking at you but you can't shake the feeling that he's somehow looking elsewhere. his eyes are on your face, but lower than they should be. your body temperature skyrockets when it dawns on you that his eyes are on your lips. you silently hope that he hasn't noticed your sudden nervousness, but you see him raise his eyebrows.

"is something wrong?" albedo asks, his bright teal eyes meeting yours. "you've stopped speaking."

you avert your eyes. it's true that albedo was already looking your way, but you feel like you're being observed, and not even in a scientific sense. something about the way albedo's eyelids lowered while he was looking at your lips was making your mind race. d

does he know how intimate of a look that is? albedo isn't one for doing things without purpose; the very idea that he was staring at your lips with intent makes you flush. this would be so much less embarrassing if you didn't harbor feelings for him. maybe you were just delusional; he wouldn't kiss you, right? he wouldn't kiss anybody! albedo's not a kisser, that's just not his style, so--

"you still haven't replied," albedo speaks again, breaking you away from your thoughts. he tilts his head and you suddenly realize that he's closer than he was before. again, his gaze jumps from your lips back up. "are you sure you're--"

"sorry, i think i must've stepped forward while i was reading." you chuckle shyly. this kind of pressure isn't good for your heart -- not in the slightest. you take a step back to gain some distance, but albedo follows you, taking a step forward. "um..."

"there's something i'd like to try with you, if you'd allow me." albedo takes your chin between gloved fingers. your entire body locks up. "i'm afraid it will require you to relax."

archons, he's so observant, it's almost unsettling. your tongue swipes over your bottom lip quickly and you see albedo follow the movement. this is the exact position of people who are about to kiss, but you take a shaky breath, still trying to convince yourself that that's not what albedo's trying to do.

albedo brushes his thumb over your mouth. "relax."

you shiver. "i-i'm afraid it's not that easy. you're behaving like you're going to kiss me. did you know that?"

the alchemist hums in what seems to be approval. "how astute of you. that was my plan, actually."

...what.

"you were planning to--"

"kiss you, yes. may i?"

it's a miracle you haven't passed out yet. you run through your options at lightspeed.

on one hand, you could say 'yes' and get to kiss albedo. he's probably doing this for a project, but being his lab rat doesn't sound too bad right about now.

on the other hand, if you do kiss him and it really is just for a project, then you'd have kissed the man you've been head over heels for and receive nothing in return. you two would have to proceed as though nothing ever happened, and honestly, you'd probably just leave mondstadt to avoid ever having to see him again.

you make your decision fairly quickly. "you may," you whisper. kissing albedo is a once in a lifetime experience, you figure, so you may as well do it once before you die. albedo inches closer until your breaths are intermingling. you want nothing more than to stop breathing and live in the moment, but you're pretty sure that would ruin it, actually.

albedo finally tilts his head slightly and closes the gap between you two and... you're kissing.

you're kissing the chief alchemist of the knights of favonius.

it's a very gentle press of lips that doesn't last very long, but it's enough to send your soul to celestia and back. you're the first to pull away after a few seconds; you didn't want to, but any longer, and you probably would have tried to deepen it. albedo's fingers haven't left your chin, but when you get a better look at his face, you see him start to frown. "was... that okay?" you ask, breathless.

albedo presses his lips together as though he was trying to commit the feeling of yours to memory. "again," he says. it doesn't sound like a question. he must notice, because he rephrases it. "can we try that again? longer this time; i'm a little unsure on something."

you weren't going to make it out of this lab alive.

"unsure on what, exactly?" you ask. really, you just want some peace of mind. "i-i'm sure there's an obscure book about kissing in the library somewhere."

albedo's reply is immediate. "no." his frown deepens, but he looks almost.. disappointed that you would say that. maybe you're just imagining things. "no, i would much rather do this with you."

you say a silent prayer:

if there are any archons who can hear me, thank you.

you nod stiffly. "uh, sure, i guess. what do you want to try then?"

albedo seems relieved by your response. "i've come across people who tend to move their lips while kissing. should we try a deeper kiss, then?

a giggle stumbles out of you. this is going to be one hell of a story to tell someday. you apologize right away, explaining that people don't usually express their desire to kiss someone like this.

albedo nods. "i see. next time, i won't ask, then."

"next time?"

no response. instead, albedo kisses you again, taking you by surprise. for someone who's never kissed anyone before, he sure does know how to start. you sigh into the kiss unknowingly and feel albedo's fingers twitch. you slowly work him into it, moving your hands to rest gently around his neck to get him more comfortable.

he pulls away. before he can ask his question, you decide to take the liberty of adjusting your position. you take his hands and put them on your waist. "it's a more intimate way of sharing kisses," you explain. "but if you really want to learn, you have to follow my lead."

for some reason, albedo's eyes flash with what you think is irritation. "have you done this before with someone else?"

"yes?"

"interesting." he doesn't interested at all. "again."

you don't question him and do as he says. in the moments that follow, you affirm your belief that albedo is a very fast learner.

maybe too fast, actually.

somehow, he's taken control of the kiss from you, speeding up and slowing down the pace seemingly just to mess with you. you don't fight it for a while, content with the way your lips seem to fit together perfectly. you tried to pull away to tell him off, but he held you in place, grazing his teeth on your lip to keep you going.

it was almost as if he was starting to enjoy himself.

"albedo," you call his name and your voice comes out breathier than you intended, "albedo, gimme a second, i need--"

the alchemist pulls away and drops his head on your shoulder. the two of you are a little short of breath, but you don't have it in you to complain. your lips are tingling. "i should have stopped sooner," you say, tapping his shoulder. "are you alright?"

albedo doesn't say anything. he's breathing fine, but he's just not replying.

"albedo?"

"i think," he finally says, straightening himself out, "we need to take a break."

"a break?" you parrot back. "but that would mean you want to--"

he wants more. you flush again and take a few steps back. the more distance between you two, the better. you don't want to be too hasty. "yeah, sure, that's fine, of course!" you blabber. "do you know how much more you want, though?"

albedo sits in a chair a little ways away. his fingers are hovering over his own mouth and he glances at you, his eyes gleaming.

"as much as it takes to satisfy me, i suppose."

✧ it's very very late at night, so the ending is rushed and messy, but i do hope you'll let me know if you enjoyed it!

22 w kazuha

stealing him before the angst lovers can take him so true <3

. . .pairing: kazuha x reader

. . .prompt 22: ''there are a hundred ways to say 'i love you,' and this is one of them''

. . .cw: fluff!

a/n: spookii my beloved<3 /p

> fic 4/5 for my 100 follower event! <

kazuha's voice is sweet. it drips like honey and hums like an early autumn breeze-- soft and lilting. fitting for a poet.

"your eyes sparkle even in the darkness," he mumbles almost thoughtlessly, hands wandering over your face. "your skin is beautiful under my fingers. the height of your nose, the dips of your eyes. the shine of your hair, the curve of your lips..."

you find that you can't escape, unable to hide from the attention and love he lavishes onto you.

"you're beautiful," he sighs happily, eyes crinkling as he grins. "i could gaze at you forever, my love. your voice is my favorite song, your face my favorite painting."

"kazuha-"

"yes, my beloved? my star? my moon, the holder of my heart. my only wish?"

you shake your head with a wide grin, pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

"i love you, my prince."

"there are a hundred ways to say 'i love you,' moonflower. and this is one of them."

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hello!! how have you being?? well I saw this video ( https://vm.tiktok.com/ZSGs2ona/ ) on my fyp page and I though that this will be actually cute and perfect with akaashi!! So, May I ask some hc or one shot in which the reader do this with akaashi? Can be however you want to. :D

in my kaashi feels rn because when am i not. i have never felt more in love with a fictional character omfg

i hope you like this!! i made it a lot more dramatic than the tiktok im sorry 

━ the wind feels as in love as you are as it twirls past the two of you, brushing through your lover’s hair ever so sweetly. he’s a dream before your eyes as he guides the way through broken branches and fallen leaves, his hand delicate in yours. there’s no noise overwhelming you, just the silent crushing of dead leaves beneath your heavy feet and the wind as it twists around your frames. there exists no end and no beginning to the woods you’re losing yourself in, but you’ve never felt more at home as his fingers lock with yours.

he turns, an easy smile on his lips, and his eyes shine as he strengthens his hold on your hand, before pulling you forward. you rush towards him, into his awaiting arms, and suddenly you’re dancing and swaying with the trees as your audience. they stand over you as guardians, and as akaashi tips you back, as you lean into his embrace and stare up at the sky, you smile up at the bare branches in gratitude. 

his light laughter rings clear through the empty forest, and you sigh dreamily with your face turned away from his, before he twirls you back around. his hand finds its way to your waist, and your own settles on his shoulder, the other enclasped in his hand. the two of you rock from side to side, a little too dramatically, a little too theatrically, but this is the widest you’ve seen him smile, he’s baring all of himself to you like this, and his heart glows, evident in the shine of his eyes as he beams down at you. 

“ever the romantic you are, akaashi keiji,” you tease, but you don’t falter in your step when he lifts his arm up, yours with it, guiding you into a twirl before you rest back safely in his arms. 

“only for you,” he admits wholeheartedly, and you believe him as he spins you away. you let yourself laugh freely, skipping over a branch before running back over to him. “come here,” he says by your ear, and you hum, pulling yourself closer to him. your arms snake around his neck, and you lift yourself up nearer to him, to his pretty lips, and his pretty eyes, and pretty, soft skin. his arms are steady around your waist, encouraging you to lean up higher until you’re a breath away from kissing him. 

“i’m afraid i have to admit that i,” you start, your lips teasingly hovering over his, and he breathes you in, watching as you eye him carefully, before continuing, “am hopelessly in love with you.”

he hums appreciatively, and his fingers dig deeper into your waist, holding you to him, ensuring to him that you are real, and you are his, and you are in love with him. and then he kisses you, and there’s a weight on your chest, a breathtaking weight, but one that’s oddly pleasurable, one that you find comfort in as he presses his lips to yours, and kisses you deeper and deeper and deeper until he says, “i am,” a sigh, a hum, another deep kiss, “hopelessly in love with you, too.” 

end note; nobody touch me akaash keiji isn’t real im SAD

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.” 

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pairing — akaashi keiji x gn!reader ; per a request, reader has slight anxiety and underconfidence issues

warnings — drinking but you’re both of age and its like a shot lmao

word count — 2.0k~

request — From @babyybokutoakaashi​ ; ‘It is my first time asking for a fic request but can i ask for Akaashi fic. I dont have any specifics. Maybe his s/o can have a resemblance to me, like a not confident person and being anxious even on the little things. Its okay too if you dont’

an — i’m so happy i’m your first request! you’re also the first request i’ve taken so besties 👯‍♀️ hope you like this fic, i really wanted to write for akaashi anyways so let’s make a fic of it 🥳 hope you enjoy!!

inspo — sofia by clairo

akaashi keiji has been an enigma to you despite the plethora of years you’d known him. not in the way that you didn’t know what he liked — you know he prefers his coffees with creamer and three sugars, that if he was wearing his glasses it’s because his contacts probably dried out, and you know that if he wears his old fukurodani sweater that he’s working on editing another piece for udai, but you never knew how he truly felt about you.

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