where kazuha just loves you so much!

characters: kazuha x gn!reader

warnings: mostly safe, but there’s a kiss scene at the end!

a/n: hi hori @kazu-sun !! surprise, i was the anon who asked you about your favourite daydreams with the your genshin favs! 😆 i wanted to do a little something teehees cutely anyways please reblog with tags and comments if you guys liked this <3

kazuha, to you, comes in the form of both ravaging waves and ironically, serene peace.

once you got to know the man, past the layers of his built walls, you fell for him and you fell hard. kazuha is your world. he’s unpredictable, wild, carefree — but the kaedahara clan’s beloved also carries himself with an air of elegance that first drew you to him.

you feel slightly embarrassed to finally realise that kazuha's hair is as red as the evening glow, as the sun starts to fall from its place. it is the same shade as the autumn leaves that fall around you as you walk hand in hand with him. autumn's days are welcoming for a walk around the rebuilt kaedahara estate, stone path slightly corroded after the months of you and kazuha walking along the same trail each evening.

on the other hand, the man of the household couldn't be more mayhem-inducing. it was always that stupid smile, you remembered, that made you fall hook, line and sinker for whatever stupid prank he was planning…

just like one incident that you swear would forever be etched into your memory.

“(y/n), how does your candy taste like?” kazuha gave you a sweet smile, face resting on his fist as he turned from thoma to look at the grimace on your face.

“it tastes like clay… it’s so bitter.” you scrunched up your face in disgust. who would have thought to make a clay flavoured candy?

“mine tastes like lemons.”

“do you think lemon clay would taste nice?”

before you knew it, kazuha’s face was millimetres away from yours, lips close to crashing together.

archons, kazuha was a good person to kiss.

he was gentle, and he tasted like autumn. like pumpkin spice, espresso shots, cinnamon, apples, hot chocolate — kazuha was autumn incarnate, and autumn incarnate had just kissed you.

oh, and kazuha also just stole the clay candy from your mouth.

when he broke the kiss, kazuha wasn’t even bothered, looking at your firetruck-shade face with your palms pressed to your cheeks, feeling the heat. you could still see him chewing your candy.

“did you just steal my sweet?” was all you could say, still breathless and in shock and awe of whatever the archons had blessed you with just now. kazuha grinned at you, a smirk plastered on his face — not unkindly.

“what can i say? i just love you so much.”

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Mociet meet-cute

Janus takes the twins on a playdate. Their friend’s parent is much cuter than he thought they would be.

Ao3 link

I have no thoughts they’re just cute. its more mociet than dad content, hope that’s alright :)

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"Slow down, you two! You're going to break something!" Janus called exasperatedly.

Remus and Roman ran faster, almost sprinting away from him and towards the house at the end of the neighborhood.

He silently apologized to all of the wonderful people he was sure they were disturbing in the quiet area. It was only nine in the morning and his boys were shrieking like he'd taken away their toys and left them in a closet to starve.

He hoped Mr Heart had some wine in his house. Janus didn't think he could handle dealing with the disaster twins for another day and a half without some alcohol.

There was a slight chill in the autumn air today. The leaves had begun to change to a spectacular display of reds and yellows. Here and there, some had begun to fall from their branches, only to get crushed beneath shoes and car tires. A cloudless blue sky covered a neighborhood of pretty little houses painted all the colors of the rainbow. The wind carried a mix of the tree's scent and the newly fallen leaves.

Janus smiled at the pleasant weather and grabbed the collar of his thick, warm sweater. He pulled it up and grinned at the sun. It was a good day for the kids to have chosen to have a play date.

He strolled towards the address Virgil's dad had given him over the phone (a light blue one, he noted, fifth down the street).

He could see his little eight year olds standing at the driveway. They were both almost vibrating with excitement, calling him over in voices that were far too loud considering he was less than five meters away.

It only made him grin harder.

He made it to them and the boys practically dragged him to the front door. Remus jumped up on the fence to ring the doorbell ("Once is enough, Squishy!") and before he knew it the door was opening with a quiet creak.

And Janus was promptly met with quite possibly the most stunning man he'd ever seen in his life.

The man stood a good few centimeters taller than him, but didn't tower over him by any means. His clothes are simple, a pair of beige khaki shorts and a light blue golf shirt that almost matched in shade with the walls of his house. Soft, kind eyes sparkled at him from behind thin circle glasses, and he wore a smile that made Janus want to know him.

To put it simply, Janus was very, very gay.

Thank god for his three years of theater in middle school, without it he might have just died on the spot.

"Hi there kiddos! You got here just in time, I just finished some cookies that I was going to give to Virgil." God, he sounded like a sweetheart too, this is so unfair. Who gave him the right to look and sound like that? He sounded like he was glowing. How the hell can a person sound like they're glowing?!

Janus felt himself slip into a smooth, honeyed voice almost automatically. He plastered a smirk that he hoped seemed sly and not completely infatuated onto his face.

"Of course, darling. Give the kids a sugar rush before they go out and play. I'm sure that won't end in disaster."

He winced internally at how condescending that came off, but was pleasantly surprised when Mr Heart just chuckled.

"Virge usually need some sugar before they go out. He doesn't like the outdoors all that much" he explained, voice still bright and shining.

"It's a wonder he gets along so well with mine then." Janus responded dryly, rolling his eyes for extra flair (the boys had to learn their over-the-top dramatics from somewhere).

The man laughed again and stepped back to let them in.

Roman and Remus said hello as quickly as they could before sprinting to the counter, yelling hellos at another kid they could now see sitting there.

"I'm Patton," he beamed, holding his hand out "it's nice to meet you!"

Janus took his hand, and instead of shaking it brought it up to his mouth.

"Janus King" came his reply, praying to a god he didn't even believe in that Patton didn't see past his clever facade.

And it seemed his prayers were answered, as Patton stuttered over his words, face turning a pretty shade of pink. Janus found himself staring at the freckles the color brought out.

"Cookies!" he exclaimed suddenly, "I- uh- I just baked some cookies if you want them? I could make you a drink too if you'd like- I mean most people want a drink with cookies-"

Janus found himself giggling at his new friend's poor attempt to hide his scrambling, but he took pity on him and decided to accept the change in conversation.

"Do you have any tea?" he said warmly.

"Ah- yes!" Patton turned on and started walking towards the counter. He only blushed harder when he realized that Janus wasn't planning on letting go of his hand any time soon. "What kind do you like?"

Conversation flowed enjoyably as they made something to snack on. Patton was easy to talk to, and he was charming and charismatic when he wasn't busy being a flustered mess. His sense of humor was not the kind Janus indulged in usually, but he found himself laughing along to his silly puns and dad jokes more often than not.

He laughed a lot around Patton. And not even necessarily in a flirty way either.

The smell of freshly baked shortbread cookies, sweet with the scent of vanilla and honey, waft through the air. The sound of their boy's joyful laughter filled any quiet that may have been present at the little house.

I’ve been looking for this fic for years and it seems no one knows it.

All I remember is that Harry builds magical sheds. He is hired to build a shed on Malfoy Manor. Draco runs like an animal rescue shelter out of the stables. Instead of building the shed Harry spends days following Draco around his shelter in gumboots and maybe there is a thestral birth?

Please help!

You are in luck! Saras_Girl is my favourite Drarry author and this is one of my favourite fics of hers 🤍

Stop And Stare by Saras_Girl. Rated M, word count 78k.

Harry’s life is full of care, he has no time to stop or stare; he has no time for anyone’s shit, until his friends aren’t having it. A story about the unravelly things.

omg you don't understand i was only thinking abt this the other day!! here's something for u:

denial

[nb/m, 1.6k, sfw, little bit of mess. sick seph & caretaker jonathan]

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Here's the thing about Seph Jones: he's vulnerable because he chooses to be. He chose to reveal his obscure kink to his boyfriend. He sits there and asks to be induced. If he sneezes in public, it's because he wants to let it out.

Being sick, though — he doesn't get a choice in that. Although Seph rarely falls ill, he really feels it when he does, and that gets hard to hide. It frustrates the hell out of him, he doesn't want anyone's pity. It makes him feel small and incapable, powerless to do absolutely anything.

Most of all: he doesn't want to be a burden on anyone. Especially not his boyfriend, Jonathan, who already takes on more than he should and does so much for everyone around him.

Consequently, when it does happen to him, he's really stubborn about accepting he's sick. Seph may be an athlete who champions listening to your body, but he'll still vehemently deny anyone who so much as suggests he's feeling under the weather, even though he's burning up inside and out. And today happens to be one of those days.

All day his skin has felt like it's on fire, yet he's so shivery and achey too, his head pounding. His nose is stuffy and leaking, though he tries to hide it, but he can't even hold back a sneeze anymore. And as for his voice? It's so obviously hoarse that anyone within earshot could hear how inflamed his poor throat is. Just talking hurts, so he's barely said a word all day.

A Jily Holiday fic

Rated: E

Lily is forced to go with her parents to a ski retreat hosted by her dad's employer, Sleekeazy's. James's best friend skips out on the trip, and he's dreading going alone. Luckily for both of them, they won't have to spend this year's ski trip alone.

Chapter 1 is now available on AO3!

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Written for the December Jilychallenge.

JILYCHALLENGE || @adenei vs @theresthesnitch

“What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing? You’re not actually going to eat that are you?”

Scott looked up at her, spooning the last of the Marshmallow Fluff onto his peanut butter sandwich. “Yeah. Of course I am.”

“Scott Tracy, there is enough sugar in that concoction to feed a small nation.”

“Well, yeah, I’m a growing boy.” Smart ass grin as he grabbed a marshmallow and, with a toothpick, speared it onto the top of the sandwich.

Em reached over and nabbed the plate out from under his nose.

“I swear there are some laws of physics that forbid the combination of these ingredients.”

He nabbed his plate back and picking the sandwich up, took a massive bite. Spitting crumbs, “Yeah, well, there should be some law against distilling a yeast extract out the beer making process and spreading it on bread, as well.”

“Hah! There is nothing wrong with a good Vegemite sandwich. You just need to know how to spread it.”

“Tastes like something brewed went bad.”

She smirked. “It’s an acquired cuisine.”

“Yeah, acquired taste bud deficiency.” He took another bite.

She reached over to the bowl in front of him and picked up a nice round, nicely icing-sugar-dusted marshmallow. “Oh, really.” Her eyes targeted him and he froze. What?

With perfect aim, she lobbed the mallow and it hit him squarely in the middle of his forehead.

A squawk and he nearly choked on his sandwich. Mouth still full. “Oh, so is that a challenge?”

Em leant forward. “No, Mr Tracy, that is a promise.” And she smeared peanut butter onto the end of his nose.

Scott raised an eyebrow and calmly put the remains of his sandwich down on his plate.

As Em burst into a grin, he reached over for a marshmallow of his own and held it up in front of his face, eyeing her, then eyeing the confectionery in his fingers. “Doctor Harris, are you aware of who exactly you have issued a challenge to?”

“Oh, I have a good idea, Mr Tracy.” Her grin fought to be a laugh.

“I am Scott Tracy, eldest of five brothers, king of the Tracy pile, veteran of many a brotherly tussle, many a food fight and champion of the pillow war.” A smart ass smile. “And survivor of Gordon Tracy.”

Em arched an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Yes, really.”

“Well, I have one thing you do not.”

“And what exactly is that?”

“Hoverjets.” And with that, she spun about and tore out of the room at high speed.

-o-o-o-

She cracked up laughing as she barrelled out onto the patio passing a baffled Virgil, and an amused Gordon, before buzzing onto the pool deck. Behind her there was a clatter of a discarded chair as Scott yelled her name in outrage.

“Something wrong, Commander Tracy?” She laughed as he loped out of the kitchen. “Having trouble keeping up?”

The expression on his face as he barged out onto the deck was worth photography…and she did exactly that, grabbing her phone and snapping a good one as he stalked her.

“Doctor Harris, you are asking for it.”

“I am?” She couldn’t help herself, she giggled. “And what exactly am I asking for, Mr Tracy?” She shot sideways and around the pool, keeping the water between them.

“Oh, I’m sure I can come up with something suitable.”

“Ooh, so many promises, Mr Tracy. Sure you can follow through?” She was vaguely aware of both Virgil and Gordon staring like stunned mullets at the pair of them from the front of the house.

His grin grew feral. “Very sure.”

“Then come and get me, flyboy.” She darted inside at high speed, dodging Alan, who had likely been called by Gordon, nabbed the bowl of marshmallows and flew up the stairs. Skipping the elevator, she tore up the backup stairs, shooting through the main part of the house and out the back. A split second decision, and she threw herself up the stairs to the roundhouse.

Her hoverjets whined as she pushed them to the limit, looking behind to see if he was following.

There was no sign of him.

Partly triumphant, partly worried he wasn’t following, she executed her plan anyway and darted into the roundhouse through the backdoor.

And straight into his arms.

She yelped as he cackled, holding her tighter. “So, Doctor Harris, where were we?”

She let herself go limp. “Hmm, where would you like us to be?” A pair of dipped eyelashes, curved lips as she purposefully put on a suggestive smirk, and he was staring at her.

Just long enough for her to yank the neck of his shirt and dump the marshmallows down his front.

A yelp and he let go. She took the opportunity and buzzed off across the room and around the curve of the gallery.

Far above, paintings hung on the walls. Some were obviously family members, others landscapes, the occasional abstract. A frown. She had never noticed them before, far more attracted to the scenery through the windows.

“They’re Virgil’s.” And he was standing behind her. She darted away, but he didn’t try to catch her, just eyed her with a smile. “Oh, don’t worry, Doctor Harris, I can bide my time.” Icing sugar was all over his shirt and pants and a trail of marshmallows followed him on the floor.

She bit her lip. “So you plan to terrorise me with possibilities, Mr Tracy?”

“Oh, most definitely…Emaline.” His eyes fixed on her, fully armed, blue and alluring. He walked slowly towards her and she felt like a deer in headlights.

“Really, Scott?” But it was breathy and half-hearted. She let him approach. Let him take her in his arms. His face hovered in front of hers, his breath gentle on her skin, those eyes staring at her, suggesting, tempting…

His hands slipped around her sides, his fingers brushing gently against her ribs…

And he was tickling her!

She squawked and squirmed, but he held on and tortured her mercilessly. One of the side effects of her injury was the lack of sensitivity in her lower extremities had to some extent increased her sensitivities elsewhere. And she hadn’t told him that yet.

“Oh god, Scott! You shit!”

“Doctor Harris.” And he was laughing, still attacking her mercilessly. “You did ask for it.”

Defence wasn’t working, so she shifted to offence, firing up her jets to push herself forward to reach his own sensitive areas.

“Oh, no you don’t, Doctor.” He grabbed her wrists and they found themselves at a stalemate.

“So, now what do we do, Mr Tracy?” She couldn’t help the grin curling her lips.

“Oh, I don’t know.” But he pulled her gently towards him. He purposefully didn’t obstruct her ‘scoot controls on her palms. Ever the gentleman was Scott Tracy. The brief thought distracted her enough to find herself wrapped in those strong and warm arms once more. “But I can think of a few things.” His lips caught hers and the tussle was forgotten.

Along with everything else.

Thanks for the request, Crow!! 😄

Actually wrote this story during a writing game with @lost-in-thought-20 and I thought it fitted really nicely with this prompt after adding a few bits and pieces!

Enjoy a good old classic piece of analogical fluff :☺️💙💜

Writing taglist: @psychedelicships @jwillowwolf @red-imeanblue @the-duke-of-nuts @lost-in-thought-20 (If you'd like to be added/removed, let me know!)

Warnings: Thunderstorms, I guess? I think that's it :)

Read on Ao3!

Thunderstorms and Galaxies

To say that thunderstorms were the bane of Virgil’s existence would be the understatement of the century. They kept him up all night even though he knew that he was perfectly safe in his room. The way the thunder resonated around the walls and the lightning lit up different aspects of his room made it uncomfortably scary. The number of times he thought that there was someone standing in his room because the lightning created a shadow from his bookshelf was beyond laughable.

The thunderstorm tonight was bad. The wind bellowed outside, so much that the branches tapped on his window, as if they were begging to be let in from the drama of outside. He sat on his bed and cowered as the thunder boomed directly above him. The music he had on was being drowned out, and the rain began to hammer down which would usually calm him down. Tonight, it was making him more apprehensive. He couldn’t help but think that something was going to happen to his room… he didn’t know what, but something.

As the lightning flashed into a fork once again, his window blew open monstrously. The wind, rain, thunder collided all at once and Virgil felt physically blown off of his bed. The temperature dropped dramatically, and Virgil shivered as he finally remembered to go and close the window. He ran over and had to forcefully push it shut. As he breathed in and out rapidly, he grabbed his heavy bookends and used them to keep the window closed. There was only one thought on his mind.

He needed to get out of his room.

He checked the time, 2am. He sighed; it was clear that he wasn’t getting much sleep today. Thank God he wasn’t working tomorrow… today… whatever. Virgil crept out of his room and walked down the corridor to the one person he knew would be up at this time. He took a deep breath before knocking gently on the dark blue door. There were soft footsteps approaching and it opened to a tired but surprised Logan looking back at him.

I initially didn’t have anything in particular planned for K/S day, but.... It’s their 50th wedding anniversary - I had to! :’)