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[2:41 am]

pairings ⊹ . ݁ non idol!kazuha x fem!reader genre ⊹ . ݁ fluff , cuddling , wlw word count ⊹ . ݁ 0.2k warnings ⊹ . ݁ lowercase intended | masterlist

your eyes suddenly fluttered open, as the soft ethereal glow of the moonlight illuminated the room. you were finally awake enough to check the time that read 2:41 am.

you shifted in bed moving closer to cuddle your beautiful girlfriend kazuha as she was still sound asleep, light snores escaping her lips.

you couldn’t help but admire her as she rested peacefully against you, you could feel her chest rising and falling with each soft, slow breath she took.

you placed a small kiss on her forehead, brushing the hair out of her face, and rubbing small circles on her back with your right index finger.

the sudden affection caused her to stir in her sleep a bit, reveling the gentle touches. “mmm.. whyre you up this early?” she asks, her voice raspy of sleepiness.

“i woke up a few minutes ago, did i wake you?” you ask placing another kiss on her forehead, you couldn’t take how cute she was being right now.

“yea.. you did.” she says bluntly, pulling you closer nuzzling her head in the crook of your neck, sighing in the content of comfort.

you softly chuckle, this time bending down to place a final kiss on her shoulder, “m sorry baby, lets go back to sleep.”

you pull her closer to your chest, feeling the warmth of her skin against yours, you lay there peacefully, holding her close until you both fall asleep again.

note: man i never write so heres this lol

kissablening | 2024

If kitchen orders still available, can you write cheesecake/devilcake (you can choose!) skittles for kazuha?? You don’t have to if you don’t want to btw, have a lovely day~~

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Here’s your Skittles!

Yandere! Soulmate Kazuha x Artist reader

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You we’re the ink to his brush, the petals to his blossom. The apple of his eye, the icing to his cake. And you represented the blood that splattered on his face, coming from the many rivals that dared to take his place.

Kazuha was entranced by you from the moment you waltzed into his life. Or when he wondered into yours throughout his years of traveling aimlessly hoping to find his missing piece. The only reminder he had of his soulmate was that they were an artist judging from the tattoo of a paint platter on the inside of his wrist.

There you were, at your favorite arts and crafts store. Lovely as always even when you acted indecisive when choosing a specific color or material. He wishes he could announce to the world of how fortunate he was to have a soulmate such as yourself. However, as much as his heart yearns too he can’t. Nor can he ever approach you.

As there was one unspoken restriction placed upon destined soulmates, a tragic one at that. Which prevented the intertwined souls before them to never be reunited, unless they’ve overcome this daunting trail.

The ancient decree that follows states:

“You are invisible to your soulmate, however everyone else can acknowledge your presence. Should you wish to be noticed by your other half you must leave traces of your existence. And pray that your soulmate can put two and two together and realize that you’re there.”

So Kazuha did everything in his power to make himself known to his darling. He left poems which bleed out his heart, pouring out his love on every scripture that was posted outside your bedroom window. Made sure to be there for you when you happened to get into any accidents.

Oh you lost your prized brush utensils? It was miraculously left on your desk the next day, as if you’ve never misplaced it in the first place.

Your missing something on your artwork that prevents it from being finished? Somehow the missing piece presented itself in the for of a red heart, just the thing you were searching for!

He was always there, but due to your obliviousness you failed to realize that the phenomenons happening to you wasn’t purely confidential. Making Kazuha grow frustrated every time he witnessed you becoming too close towards a co-worker of yours.

Why couldn’t you realize that all you ever needed was right beside you? What can he do to make it clear that his existence exists solely for you? As does yours exist for his alone. Days go by and it seems as if you’ve forgotten that you even had a soulmate because of some foolish fellow who doesn’t respect boundaries. He spent hours ransacking his head for ideas…

Until an thought popped up in his head, a deranged smile spreads across his face as he finally figured out the answer to making you notice him. And he was proven correct by how you actually managed to see him covered in the remains of your beloved co worker who was slumped over lifelessly in front of your house. Their blood becoming the ink Kazuha used to write the following words:

“Welcome home Darling, from your soulmate”

𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 & 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 !

ಌ including: diluc, ayato, kazuha

ಌ genre: fluff

sweetener: ariana grande

୨୧ DILUC :: after a long night of slaying mages and hilichurls you slept soundly in dilucs arms, only to be awoken by soft kisses littering your face. Stirring in your sleep, you heard a foggy voice telling you to wake up, before fluttering your eyes open to see diluc smiling softly at you. "Good morning love, sleep well?" You blushed at the sudden affection so early, you hummed in response. Snuggling into his chest, "Still sleepy?" Nodding agaisnt his chest he chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist.

"No morning kisses?" A smiled tugged at your lips as you leaned up slightly, pressing a kiss to his lips feeling his warm hand rest on the back of your neck, pulling you deeper into the kiss. Making your heart race from the soft his soft yet passionate embrace, pulling back from the kiss a smirk adorned his face. "You seem a little eager this morning." You commented, your eyes not meeting his ruby ones. "Is it wrong to want love from my princess?" He teased, attacking your neck with kisses.

You erupted in giggles, trying to get diluc to stop his assult on your neck. "Y-you can kiss me all you want ju-just stop!" You managed to say, your breaths ragged as he pulled back. "Really?" You heard the grin in his voice as he smirk grew wider.

This was going to be a long morning

୨୧ AYATO :: you awoke to sunlight pouring in through cerulean curtains, rubbing your eyes gently to see a sleeping ayato, smiling softly seeing his peaceful expression. It really was a sight for sore eyes, even in his sleep he looks breathtaking. Cupping his cheek softly you admired his features before pressing a soft kiss to his nose. "Good morning to you too darling." You giggled as you saw ayato's eyes fluttered open, "Good morning baby." Brushing a strand of hair away from your eyes ayato flashed you a tired smile, "Stay in bed with me for a while?" You hummed in response, feeling a arm pull you closer to his chest.

Placing a kiss on your lips passionate he smiled, "I love you so much princess." Your heart almost beat out of your chest at his words, who are you to not love him back?

୨୧ KAZUHA :: you slept soundly in your bed, feeling someone's weight dip into it slight you stirred in your sleep. "Kazu?" Pressing a soft kiss to your temple he reassured you, "Its me love, its okay go back to sleep." Wrapping an arm around you, he felt your body shuffle closer to his tucking your head under his chin. "missed you kazu." You slurred, your voice laced with sleep. "I missed you more pretty, get some rest now." You hummed in response, feeling his soft lips press a kiss to your cheek.

Kazuha had never failed to make you feel loved in many ways, his haiku's he had wrote with his beautiful handwriting. Describing your beauty and nature in such a descriptive way, his words mimicking his psychical love and affection for you.

"Sleep well my princess."

𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐘 !

୨୧— including: kazuha x fem!reader [ modern au! ]

୨୧—genre: fluff

↳ summary: you offered to wash kazu’s hair that day, and after a nice wash you noticed his hair has grown significantly..

Kazuha has always been a kind and doting lover, never failing to make sure you always feel loved and cares for. Now as much as kazu loves treating you like a princess, he secretly is fond of being spoiled himself.

So when you offered to wash his hair for him, he was more then willing to. Finding your offer for something so romantic yet caring cute. Kazuha’s hair when dry is soft and fluffy and silky smooth when wet. So as you threaded your fingers through his hair was relaxing for the both of you, softly massaging the soap into his hair you heard a sigh of comfort from him.

“You really do have wonderful hands dear..” He stated, earning a soft smile from you. “If you like i can do this more often for you kazu, I dont mind.” Fighting sleep, kazu shook his head. “You don’t have to do that angel-“ He said, his smooth voice slowly becoming laced with sleep. Rinsing the scented shampoo out of his hair you shook your head, “Its fine baby i want to. Besides i know your arms tends to get sore, so let me mkay?” Giving into you, he hummed in response.

“You’re so good to me princess..”

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Humming softly you dried kazuha’s hair, his head resting on your inner thigh. Sleep slowly taking over as his eyes fluttered shut. Softly patting his damp hair with the towel, slowly starting to fluffy back up without getting tangled somehow.

“Your hair is really pretty baby..” You muttered, placing the towel on the side of your shared bed. “As you have told me, but you know what love?” Turning around getting on his knees, staring lovingly into your eyes as a smile tugged at his lips. If there was one word to describe him in that moment was breathtaking.

His sweet yet loving smile making your heart race, his long yet fluffy hair making it seem like he just got out of bed. If there was moment you wanted to kiss kazuha more than ever it’d be now. “What is it kazu?” Cupping your cheek softly he kissed both sides whislt saying, “Your.” kiss “Even.” Moving down to your lips he pressed a sweet kiss agaisnt your lips, making you giggle softly. “Prettier.”

“You really think so?” You asked your eyes flickering to his, “Oh i know so, the stars and moon combined couldn’t compare to your beauty.” He stated, pecking your lips with a smile. Unable to hide yours you kissed him back, your hand on his. “I love you kazu so much.”

“I love you most.”

Morning Breeze

— [˚ʚ♡ɞ˚] Kazhua x black fem!reader

❥ [genre]➼ fluff

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The morning light filters in through sheer curtains, painting the room in soft gold. For most people, it’s the promise of a new day, but for you, it means a battle with the alarm clock—and a likely defeat. Despite your best intentions, morning classes have always felt like a conspiracy against your natural sleep pattern.

Today, though, the air shifts gently, filled with the subtle scent of jasmine and green tea. There’s a lightness, a soft disruption—Kazuha.

“You should be up, or you’ll be late again,” his voice floats to you, melodious and calm. Not for the first time, you think how living with Kazuha is like cohabiting with a particularly considerate breeze. He moves through life gracefully, disturbing nothing and no one, yet somehow manages to set everything right.

“Five more minutes,” you mutter, the words muffled by your pillow. You hear a soft chuckle in response.

“That’s what you said twenty minutes ago.”

The bed dips slightly as he sits down beside you, the mattress barely protesting under his slight frame. You feel a gentle hand on your shoulder, shaking you awake. Resigning yourself to the inevitable, you finally sit up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Kazuha smiles at you, his eyes crinkling in amusement. His hair is tied back loosely, a few stray strands framing his face beautifully.

“Breakfast is ready. And I’ve laid out your clothes for the day. You should hurry.”

You groan softly but get up, trudging towards the bathroom. By the time you come out, feeling somewhat more human, you find a simple breakfast laid out on the small dining table. Kazuha, in his typical fashion, has prepared a healthy but delicious meal. Avocado on toast with a perfectly poached egg on top, and a cup of green tea steaming beside the plate.

“Thanks, Kazuha,” you say, genuinely grateful. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

He gives you a soft smile, then goes back to his book. You eat quickly, mindful of the ticking clock.

As you head back to your room to dress, you find the outfit he picked out for you: a comfy black sweater and high-waisted jeans, paired with your favorite sneakers. It’s simple but exactly what you feel like wearing.

“Kazuha, do you have some sort of psychic powers when it comes to my wardrobe?” you tease as you pull on the sweater. He looks up from his book, a glint of humor in his gaze.

“Just observant,” he replies. “And perhaps a bit lucky in guessing your mood.”

You laugh, shaking your head as you grab your bag and check its contents. Laptop, notebook, a couple of textbooks, pens, and—oops, almost forgot your phone charger. You toss it in, then zip the bag shut.

“Do I look okay?” you ask, turning to him. It’s a half-joke; Kazuha has never led you astray with his choices.

“You look perfect,” he assures you, and you know he means it. Kazuha isn’t one to speak just for the sake of filling silence. His words are always deliberate, meaningful.

Before you leave, he hands you a bento box. “Lunch,” he explains. “I know you have back-to-back classes till the afternoon.”

You smile, touched by his thoughtfulness. “You’re the best roommate ever, you know that?”

“I just don’t want you starving,” he says, but his eyes are warm.

You head out, but not before he calls after you, “Don’t forget your presentation today!”

Right. The presentation. How could you forget?

As you walk to campus, your mind runs through the points you need to cover. You’re nervous, but the breakfast and the knowledge that you’re well-prepared (thanks to countless practice sessions with Kazuha) soothe your nerves.

Your phone buzzes with a text from him just as you reach the building. Breathe. You’ll do great.

And somehow, you believe it. With Kazuha’s support, it feels like even the wind is at your back.

The presentation goes better than you expected. When you finally return to your apartment, you’re greeted by the comforting smell of something sweet baking and the soft strumming of a guitar. Kazuha is in the kitchen, and there’s a gentle melody floating from the living room.

“How did it go?” he asks, looking up as you drop your bag by the door.

“Better than I expected,” you reply, a grin breaking across your face. “I think I actually impressed them.”

“I knew you would.” He turns off the oven and pulls out a tray of chocolate chip cookies, his specialty.

You flop down on the couch, picking up his guitar. “Teach me something,” you request. “Something celebratory.”

He laughs, joining you on the couch, and takes the guitar. His fingers move deftly over the strings, showing you chord by chord. Music fills the space between you, a simple joy that wraps around your heart like a warm hug.

“You’re a good teacher,” you tell him after a few minutes, though your version sounds nothing like his.

“I have an excellent student,” he counters, and you stick out your tongue at him.

The evening fades into night, filled with music and laughter. And as you finally turn in, ready for another battle with the alarm tomorrow, you feel a profound gratitude. Kazuha has turned everyday moments into cherished memories, the mundane into something magical. 

Living with him isn’t just easy—it’s a gift, like finding calm in the chaos of your everyday college life. And as you drift off to sleep, you realize that this is what it means to be home. Not just a place, but a feeling—one that, thanks to him, you carry in your heart.