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Somebody I Used to Know (Giyuu x Reader)

(A/N): I haven’t written anything in a looong time on this account, and in general. I don’t kno why I suddenly found the inspiration to do so, but I’ve been in my Demon Slayer era so here it is. I’ve found that there is a serious lacking of fics for my favorite hashira, so I’ve taken it upon myself to write my own haha. Hope you all enjoy! Strap in, because this is going to be multiple parts.

Word Count: 3.2k

If it were up to him, Giyuu Tomioka would never have agreed to take up a Tsuguko. He wanted to avoid feeling the consequences of losing another person important to him– maybe that’s what Shinobu meant when she claimed that no one liked him. It was most likely better that way, anyway. But with Rengoku’s passing and Tengen’s retirement, finding the next possible Hashira was exactly what the Corps needed.

(Y/N) (L/N) represented everything admirable in a fighter: Talented, hard working, and highly intelligent. And as Urokodaki’s niece, your lineage spoke for itself. A water breathing apprentice with much promise, assigned for Giyuu to mentor by none other than Kagaya Ubuyashiki himself. The two of you knew each other. You used to be tentative friends to say the least. But that was another lifetime ago.

Giyuu had no interest in training someone who may amount to another death he can’t afford to mourn. He'd chosen the path of solitude, staying away from you to keep you safe. But apparently you had followed in his footsteps and became a Demon Slayer anyway. When Giyuu’s crow informed him to find his new Tsuguko, he nodded solemnly.

That was another reason he was reluctant. Because it was you in particular. Time and grief had already driven the two of you apart, and he wasn’t thrilled to face the skeletons in his closet. Afterall, Giyuu hadn’t seen you since before he left for his Final Selection.

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Snowflakes danced in the air, descending from the sky as your warm breath clouded in front of you. This winter was as cold as it was peaceful, the landscape covered in a blanket of white. Your eyes dazzled and heart pounded in admiration of the scene in front of you. It was like you were in a trance, all sounds caught in your throat as speechlessness overcame you. Across the field was a young swordsman clad in uniform– long dark hair tossed past his shoulders. Raven bangs fell in front of his face, framing his features in a way that made it difficult for you to look away. Not that you wanted to, anyway.

The nichirin sword around his hip left tracks in the snow, the young man not quite being tall enough to keep it from dragging behind him. You barely noticed Sabito trailing slightly in front of him. Has he always been there? Who was this mysterious boy that he brought with him this time? As the two boys drew closer, you were snapped out of your trance by Urokodaki placing a kind hand on the top of your head. You glanced up at your uncle, eyes wide and curious.

“Come child, Giyuu and Sabito have arrived to greet us.”

“Giyuu…” you repeated, red suddenly coloring your cheeks. It was a nice name indeed.

“(Y/N)!! You’ve gotten bigger since I last saw you,” Sabito chimed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You grinned in response, standing on your tiptoes and sticking your chin out proudly.

“I’ve been drinking milk,” you boasted, glad that he seemed to notice your growth. The orange-haired boy chuckled, ruffling your hair as this “Giyuu” stood next to him. Your shyness returned as you noticed his gaze. He was the most beautiful person you’d ever seen.

“Hello,” he greeted, offering you a small smile. You glanced up at your uncle in your uncertainty, who nodded in encouragement. Up close, Giyuu was even more handsome than before. He was looking right at you, his deep blue eyes like pools of sapphire.

“Pretty…” you whispered, subconsciously pointing at his face.

Your transfixed stare was interrupted by Sabito’s loud snort.

“Looks like you've got an admirer, Tomioka!” He cackled, slapping his friend on the back. Giyuu was blushing a bright red, suddenly averting your gaze as Sabito doubled over. You definitely should have kept your mouth shut.

“Sabito, stop laughing! You're such a meanie!” You pouted, cheeks burning.

An escape plan hatched in your brain, you turned around and bolted, Sabito’s howling laughter carrying through the snowy forest. Giyuu reached up to touch his face, staring at your departing figure with a dumbfounded expression. His youthful heart felt giddy, his body now warm despite the biting temperature.

The next time he visited, he was looking forward to seeing you again. You on the other hand, held a grudge against being teased and vowed to never embarrass yourself in front of Tomioka ever again. Seeing him walk over the hill to your house sent you running in the other direction. When he called out to you, you'd hide. It was silly, but you couldn’t help it. Giyuu made you timid, and you much preferred watching him at a distance in safety.

Besides, it was the best view to observe him train anyway. When he fought, it left you in awe. Even your young eyes could tell he was a Hashira in the making.

He was curently out in the field, cold air filling his small lungs as he tried for the umpteenth time to cut through the large rock in front of him. You could tell from your spot behind the tree that the boy was growing increasingly frustrated with himself. In an act of annoyance he plopped to the ground, resting his head in his hands. You frowned.

Tapping your chin, you pondered on a solution to cheer him up and grinned when an idea came to you. The field nearby grew blue snowdrops, the only flower that could grow during the winter time.

“For you,” you smiled, small arm outstretched to offer your gift. The petals were a rich navy hue.

Giyuu looked from his hands, eyes widening to see you so close. You waved your hand in front of him in encouragement. When he stayed silent you leaned down to grab his sword and hand that to him too.

“Don't give up just yet. I know you’ll become the best swordsman in the world.”

“You came out?” He inquired in surprise.

“I didn't like seeing you sad,” you shrugged casually. It was the truth.

The boy grinned, opting to tuck the flower behind your ear. Your words were the only encouragement he needed.

“My final selection is tomorrow. Will you be cheering me on?” He inquired sincerely.

“Of course! Even if you don't see me, I will be. Always.��

If only life were that triumphant and simple.

Your uncle was the one who broke the news after their Final Selection. The months that passed afterwards were a blur as you sunk into despair. You waited for Giyuu to walk up that hill like he always did, so you could at least see one of them return to you. But he never did. You grieved for Sabito and Mokomo alone, and you grieved for Tomioka too. You lost two of your friends in one fell swoop, and had been abandoned by the third. Chanelling your pain in another way, it was your turn to take up the sword now too. To fight through the despair. And to avenge the peaceful life that should have been yours.

And you kept your word to Giyuu, vowing to cheer him on in all his endeavors, even if your heart broke after he never returned.

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The first time Tomioka saw you in action, beneath his stoic facade was an air of immediate respect. He’d been instructed to find and assist you on a mission with a demon more dangerous than previously anticipated– one of the Twelve Kizuki made its appearance, but that didn’t waver your bravery. The scene was grim, with your team of lower rank Demon Slayers paralyzed on the ground.

As Giyuu assessed the situation and watched you fight from the trees above, he realized you truly were a prodigy. Your Nichirin sword was an extension of yourself– you wielded water unlike any swordsman he’d seen in the past, as if taking part in an eternal dance with your blade. You fought with elegance, selflessly dashing in front of one of your fellow swordsmen and deflecting blood art attacks thrown in her direction. Was this really (Y/N)? Clumsy, loud, small (Y/N)? When did you become so… mature?

“(Y/N)-san! Behind you!” One of your remaining comrades screamed. Giyuu’s hand fell onto the hilt of his own sword in preparation to take action, yet you twisted with ease to evade the demon’s attack as another fighter charged towards it. Their swift slash to the neck failed to cut through, snapping the metal of their weapon in half. Its spiny, scorpion-like exoskeleton was nearly impossible for the average Demon Slayer to cut through, and close ranged attacks were dangerous considering the poison tipped pincers growing from its torso.

“No!” You screamed, arm outstretched towards your other comrade as the demon turned its attention towards him, malice and amusement glittering in its hollow irises. Giyuu dashed forward, grabbing onto him and springing back to safety before the demon’s long claws could impale the trembling boy. You bolted forward to close an incredible distance in the blink of an eye, haori fluttering behind your figure as if you were running on air.

“Water Breathing, third form. Flowing Dance.” You rotated in the air, dodging the legs that threatened to interrupt your attack with their piercing thrusts. The opening thread had made itself apparent, but you had been punctured with several wounds and your stamina was depleting. This battle must have been going on for longer than Giyuu originally anticipated.

“Go for the legs, I’ll slice its neck,” The Water pillar called to you.

He rushed forward as you unleashed attacks to cut the demon’s many arms and legs, preventing them from stabbing Tomioka as he made his move. The Kizuki let out an enraged howl, thrusting its fangs towards you. It never got the chance to bite into you, however, as the Water Hashira’s blade came in contact with its neck, slicing through like butter in one solid stroke.

As the demon disintegrated, your knees went wobbly. The formerly collected swordsman upon closer inspection was now an exhausted girl, battered and bruised on the verge of collapse as your adrenaline faded away. Giyuu placed his hand on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry for not getting here sooner. You fought well.”

You knew that voice. You barely had time to register his pretense in the heat of battle, but it was undeniable now.

“Tomioka-sama?” you turned your head to look at him, the warmth of his gentle yet firm grip spreading through your body. His deep blue eyes bore into yours. You realized you still loved those eyes. They felt familiar to you, like a small piece of your home. It had been too long since you had gazed upon them. “Y-you’re here, you came?”

“It’s my duty to look after you now,” he replied plainly, supporting your weight as you stumbled.

“I'm so glad,” you whispered, pain searing in your lower torso as you spoke. “I'm happy to see you again.” Giyuu shook his head, noticing the small winces you tried to hide between your shallow breaths. As your knees buckled he scooped you up in his arms and held you close.

“Nevermind that. You need to start recovery breathing, (Y/N).”

You inhaled softly, fatigue settling in your bones as you did what you were instructed. Giyuu silently waved off a Kakushi who offered to carry you, his focus never leaving the girl in his arms.

“Where did the demon get you?”

“My torso, he nicked me real bad earlier,” you informed, nose scrunching as blood began to soak through your uniform. Giyuu’s eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“Let's get you back swiftly then,” he murmured into your hair. It still smelled the same as he remembered, like wisteria and snow.

Your crow later informed the Pillar that because you fiercely defended the others, many of your comrades escaped certain death. You fought selflessly. It reminded him of much of your mutual friend, the one who’s name still made shame burn in his heart to remember. The one whose death drove you guys apart.

The man looked down at you in his arms. The walk back was long and you had long since been lost from the waking world, curling up into his shoulder as he carried you. He wondered how anyone who witnessed such horrors as demon slayers did, could look so peaceful in their sleep.

He took you into his home, which as his Tsuguko, would be yours now as well. It was strange to think he would begin sharing this space with someone else. His large estate wasn’t lived in like Tengen’s or Shinobu’s– many nights it remained cold and empty. The vastness of the mansion is unfit for just one man, but he’d always chosen to isolate himself in the past. Maybe the emptiness of his home would change now.

Tomioka had laid you down on the futon in one of his several spare rooms. As he dutifully tended to your wounds, you continued to sleep, blissfully unaware of the glances he stole at your face. It too had changed since the last time you'd seen him– more serious, but also more beautiful.

After disinfecting and wrapping up your more serious wounds, he dabbed a wet cloth at a cut on your cheek. You murmured unintelligibly as he did so, and Giyuu hesitated as you leaned into his touch. Were you waking up? The water pillar stilled in his movements, but you did not stir further. He sighed. It had been years since he’d seen you, but only now was all that time catching up to him.

He could feel his heart unwillingly squeeze in his chest as you snuggled into his hand in your state of unconsciousness.

Feeling a state of unrest, he rose to his feet and walked to the backyard to train. Fighting demons allowed him to take his mind off of most things. He could exercise for hours without the slightest hint of fatigue, and when the exhaustion caught up to him, it was all the more a distraction from everything he wanted to run away from. Time really did slip away from him in these moments.

Inside the mansion, you had risen, deciding to take in your new surroundings. You explored each room aside from Tomioka’s private quarters, observing the minimalist design of the entire estate. Many of the rooms had sparse furniture, but it was spacious and organized. Mostly because they were untouched. It pulled at your heartstrings to know that Giyuu lived here by himself for all these years. It felt so conflicting being back here: you wanted to make up for lost time with him, but you felt like an intrusion. Tomioka was housing you because it was his job. Not because it was voluntary.

He was a stranger to you now, but it didn’t feel like it. You cared for him, even if that wasn’t reciprocated.

The sound of metal swinging through the air caught your attention as you made your way to the back of the house, sliding the outer partition to reveal the Water Hashira outside. A cool breeze rushed past you, making you shiver. What was he doing at this hour?

“Have you been out here all night?” You questioned

“No.” The word slipped out easily for him, with his monotone voice and stoic expression. No one ever questioned it.

“You’re lying, Tomioka-sama.”

Except you, apparently.

He didn’t budge nor acknowledge you this time, continuing to swing his sword and cut through the air. You sighed, approaching him and resting a hand on his arm. Smaller you would have been shocked at how easily you walked up to him. You really had changed since then.

“C’mon, it’s getting chilly. Come inside with me?”

Again, you got no response. You knew Giyuu had become more withdrawn since his youth, but it hurt you to feel so emotionally distant. For you, the minute you saw him again it was like no time had passed at all. Your heart admired him all the same, but for him, you guessed it was different.

Well, it’s only natural of course, you told yourself. He was the one who left you behind afterall.

You pushed away the sting of disappointment.

“Please?” You took his wrist in your hand, but prepared for the man to slip out off your grip in rejection. But to your surprise he meerely looked down at you, lowering his sword to search your eyes. That was his first mistake, as he realized he couldn’t deny the request when you held such an earnest expression. His skin was cold to the touch, except for where your gentle grip was.

He realized you had the same effect as training did, for all of his racing thoughts went quiet as you kept him grounded to the earth.

“Okay,” he conceded, letting you guide him back to the house.

The walk to your room was quiet, a silence that you desperately wanted to break but were lost on how to. Unbesknown to you, Giyuu felt the same, but you both reached the shoji to your sleeping quarters before either had a chance to speak. The water hashira cleared his throat.

“Rest your injuries, and then we’ll start training,” Your mentor entoned, staring at the ground. “I will be gone often on missions. Make yourself comfortable in that time.”

With that, he turned away, almost relieved to end the interaction.

“I’m sorry,” you blurted suddenly, catching Giyuu off guard.

“For what?” There were a million reasons he could think for him to apologize to you, but you could never do a thing wrong in his eyes.

“I just... I know this probably isn’t your ideal situation. Me being here, invading your home. I’ll try to say out of your way.”

You looked so unsure, so small and out of place. He took a step closer to you, relenting at the guilt that you might think of yourself as a burden. The last thing Giyuu wished for was for you to feel unwanted. He was bad with words, but he felt different when you were around. A good different that he spend years trying avoiding, because he didn’t deserve you.

“Don’t. It’s already barren enough here,” Tomioka sighed, placing a hand on top of your head reassuringly.

You smiled at him brightly, relieved at his words. In truth, you didn’t want to stay away. After all this time, you wanted to show him he was cared about. That he didn’t have to shut everyone out and be alone. Giyuu’s breath caught in his throat. When was the last time anyone showed him such a happy expression?

His house never felt like home, but with your light inside of it, maybe it would start to.

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Hi! It’s 🍪!

How about Kaeya with a bookworm S/O? Always has their nose in a book, reads all kinds of genres, but maybe this time they’re reading books and theories about Khaenri’ah?

“Kaeya!” He turned at the sound of his name only to see an older gentleman waving at him. His hand lifted to block the midday sun.

“Hello, is there something the matter?” Kaeya asked in a far more proper manner than he did with those he knew. Of course, he’d seen this man around before, but his name eluded him as unimportant facts often did.

“Sir Kaeya, could you assist me with something.” He turned and began fumbling through a box littered with books until he came upon the one he was searching for with a triumphant ‘aha.’ “Here.” He shuffled back to the captain, hand trembling as he extended the book wrapped in cloth and string. “Could you see y/n gets this, they were rather interested in the topic and I finally found my copy of -” There was a sudden noise to their right which cut the man off and stole Kaeya’s attention. After seeing it was just a cat who knocked over a stack of crates, Kaeya returned to his task of retrieving the book but the older gentleman didn’t seem to remember what he was going to say. “Ah - mm, what were we-”

“I’d be more than pleased to get this to y/n.” Kaeya reminded him with a simple continuation of the conversation. The man nodded, a thankful smile on his aged lips. With a quick bow, Kaeya turned down the street, eyes drifting to the book shielded from his curiosity before shrugging it off and making his way toward one of the many spots you’d undoubtedly be.

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breathings-of-the-heart · 2 years ago

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𝐆𝐈 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒 part 6.

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breathings-of-the-heart · 2 years ago

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The Dark of the Moon (Zuko x Reader)

Summary: Late night insomnia turns into a conversation about love, and Zuko makes an interesting discovery about his feelings for you.

Word Count: 2,100

Author’s Note: You can thank Avatar being on Netflix and rekindling my childhood obsession for this one. I wrote this mostly as a dialogue / pacing exercise, but it’s also a bit therapeutic since I can actually relate to Zuko more than I realized or could have ever foreseen watching this show as a ten year old. Enjoy a little emotional romantic fantasy on behalf of a preteen crush and all the toxic friends I’ve ever had. ✌

~ Muerta

Zuko usually slept with you. It started one late night during a mutual bout of insomnia, in which you ran into him as you both wandered the halls of the Western Air Temple. You hardly knew him, but he sat with you and talked about everything that night - anything that wasn’t related to the war or either of your pasts that had been torn apart by it. He surprised you with his dry, even-toned sense of humor, as well as with his intelligence in not only combat but literature and philosophy as well; being a healer and a fortune teller by trade, you found a lot to talk about with him.

As the nights awake became more common, you and Zuko spent more of them together; sometimes you’d wait until you happened upon him in the halls, others one of you would designate a place to meet. Eventually, one of you would go directly to the other’s room and you’d sit, sharing whatever light or heavy thoughts happened to plague your minds. You learned a lot about him in those nights, and grew to feel proud of how far he’d come in such a short time - you often helped others, those much older than yourselves, over months to scale the internal struggles he had, and he’d managed to do so on his own. The more you gave to him, the more he gave back, and it soon became commonplace to fall asleep to the sound of his breathing as he lay in his sleeping bag on the other end of your room.

And that’s exactly what woke you up - the strange, still energy of your bedroom that indicated his resting place was empty. You rolled over, unable to spy his silhouette under the moonlit windowsill, and you rose, your feet carrying you to where you were certain he would be.

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breathings-of-the-heart · 2 years ago

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DIFFERENT KIND OF FINE

— ꒰ synopsis ꒱ — being kaveh‘s younger sibling can be quite jarring yet you‘re eternally grateful for his hot room mate keeping you company while you wait for him.

— ꒰ word count ꒱ — 4.3k

— ꒰ warnings ꒱ — [ns]fw, fem! reader, reader is in their 20s + kaveh‘s step sibling, kaveh is both older than you and alhaitham, perv alhaitham ??, he's calling you a 'good girl', he's a tease

by now, how many times in your life did you have to run after your careless, irresponsible brother?

had to make sure he isn't doing anything reckless again, despite him being an akademiya graduate. Or that one time when he had visited your home only to forget half of his belongings, requiring you to carry them all over to his place.

well, not to his place to be exact.

after yet another foolish decision in kaveh's life, your step brother even got himself caught up in heavy debt, being in need of a place to stay.

however at first, he had asked you, but ever since you had gotten adopted you had already spent the majority of your life with him.

to say you were tired was an understatement.

as a matter of fact kaveh did find a place to stay in the end, one you were quite surprised to hear of, bewildered even, you just couldn't wrap your head around how on earth that was supposed to work out in the long run.

you had heard of his roommate, the akademiya's scribe, or how most people were referring to him, as alhaitham, from kaveh himself, aside of the very detailed stories about how ill mannered and ignorant he could become, especially to your brother in question.

in all honesty, it made you laugh, you mean to tell him that yes, sometimes messing with him, taking a lot out of him could be fun in all aspects but maybe it was due to the fact that you were practicing those methods from your childhood days on.

as life went on, you found yourself at his new settling every once in a while, more often when the scribe himself wasn't there, almost as if kaveh was trying his utmost best to never have you both meet each other.

once you had asked him as to why, feeling insulted that he even thought you wouldn't realize when he was making it painfully conspicuous, more whenever your brother would panic that *now* he was usually coming home from his work, you had to leave right now.

all he had to say about it was that he was certain you wouldn't like him anyways, would actually loath him too and wasn't it a part of nature to protect your younger sibling from each major plague in life?

to that, you couldn't respond with anything meaningful, suffocating the conversation right then and there because truthfully, though it may seem strange, you didn't think your brother would lie to you in that precise set of circumstances because maybe he was right, perhaps you really would hold a hostile environment towards the scribe.

even now, as you were strolling through an appealing, warm evening in sumeru city, you not once had met alhaitham, at this being slightly hopeful that you wouldn't cross paths with him today either.

because you see, it was that time of the month again, the: your brother has, again, forgotten something at home after visiting you, putting on the responsibility on your shoulders to fetch and transport it back to his place.

ordinarily you concluded that at this time of the day kaveh surely must've gotten home by now, you knew his schedule by heart and were quite confident to meet him there right away, knocking on the door as you at last, found your way to the huge place he resided in.

knock, knocking once more, silence ... knock again?

after knocking a total of three times, with no one opening the door for you, your expression slightly changed from normal, to confused, to that of being utterly annoyed.

it's not like you didn't have anything better to do other than being your brothers little assistant or however you wanted to frame it.

since you had been to his place numerous amounts of times before, in addition that you determined that he surely must've fallen asleep again, you decided to check the door handle to see if it was open all along, which it then, was.

(you put an important mental note in the deepest ends of your brain to scold him afterwards for carelessly leaving the door to his home open like this.)

you carefully cradled your fingers around the door handle to pull it down, pushing the door open to let yourself in.

okay, well, maybe it wasn't a smart idea to just straight up enter a home from someone you didn't know, but kaveh was living there for a good amount of time already so you didn't think too much of it.

the second you had entered you swiftly closed the door behind you, the faint breeze from outside scampering around your body as you tightly held onto the two books he forgot at your place, walking towards the living room.

"kaveh?" you spoke, rolling your eyes and deciding to get a bit louder, already being done with this whole, bloody situation, "kaveh!"

once reaching the living room you with, might i add, a bit too much applied strength, violently thumped the books onto the wooden coffee table and huffed out, distressfully folding your arms in front of your body.

"what has that poor table done to you?" you helplessly shrieked the moment you had perceived an unfamiliar, deep voice, the little hairs on the back of your neck standing straight while you were slowly turning around in horror.

"who are you?!" you could say you spoke before actually bringing the whole situation to your mind to thoroughly think about it, leaving the unacquainted man in front of you with a confused look on his face.

"I think i could ask you the same." he was quick to gather a response, flawlessly bringing himself a step closer towards your frame but still leaving enough space between your bodies.

"because you see, this is my house." instead of kindly introducing himself to you, like any other person would, he swiftly walked past your body to plop himself onto the massive couch.

but never keeping his gaze off you, carefully sliding his eyes from your lips, to your exposed collarbones and glissading them over your body until reaching your legs.

it seemed as if he was waiting for a response from you, after all you had now rapidly deducted that this had to be none other than the scribe, alhaitham, himself.

you turned around to slightly lower your gaze to where he was sitting at, nonchalantly sipping on his cup before placing it on the coffee table right next to kaveh's books.

"so .. you must be?" warily, you allocated a question into the room, anxiously swaying in your footing from left to right.

"the owner of this house."

seriously?

the least he could do now was approach you back in kindness instead of making it a dozen amount more difficult for you, as well as embarrassing.

"that's not what i meant." how rude, okay, to give him the benefit of the doubt you were the one who broke into his house but clearly he must've known who you were.

or maybe he actually didn't when you take into account that all kaveh and alhaitham would do was bicker with each other day on day, play pranks or make it as difficult as possible for one another without actually exchanging a normal sounding sentence, once.

"what did you mean then?" casually, he settled back into the couch to withhold the long overdo smirk on his lips, leaning one hand over the frame, his eyes being currently fascinated by your cute lips, pretty eyes, attractive thighs and in confusion, scrunched up face.

or what about the skirt you were wearing, it neatly fit you and magnified your alluring curves, as if it was tailored just for your body to dress in.

what if you were to bend down right now, would the garment expose your cute panties underneath or was it just right, situated under your plump ass? keeping everything hidden from his hungry eyes.

your expression was being somewhat amusing, the hilarity of it all barely being able to be hidden.

"you know what? I'm leaving." attempting to stressfully remove the books off the wooden table, he quickly rose up to confidently sit upright, "wait."

"i assume you're kaveh's sibling?" the worst thing of it all was the tone in his voice, as if he wasn't actually asking you, just proving his own thesis. "yes."

you slowly pulled your shoulders back to appear more poised in your mannerism, standing upright when he suddenly shifted in his seat, scooting as to try to make some space for you.

"i'm alhaitham, though i don't think you've heard many good things about me." at the tip of his sentence, he gently tapped the now empty area next to him with his hand, beckoning you to take a seat.

what harm was there in doing that, right? it appeared as if kaveh wasn't home yet so you could spare some time to wait for him, with alhaitham, of all people.

his voice reverberated a deep, gentle timbre, as well as a controlling chime trussed around it.

you've quietly settled on the couch and exchanged names with him, you were wholly surprised to find such a man, that was for one, in all aspects different from what your brother had originally told you about and second, although he shared a couple intimidating peculiarities— which might be a natural revealing trait from his work, alhaitham was a clever, pleasant person to have a conversation with.

"kaveh is getting held back at the akademiya." he was idly finishing his drink, inconspicuously scurrying a couple inches closer to you.

"you can wait here if you want." you smile at his proposal, situating yourself within reach to better listen to him, "thank you so much, i will."

alhaitham hummed at your sense of utterance, his choice of words was well thought after, his body language too, turning it altogether more clear.

"who knew kaveh's sibling would be so well mannered." he added, understandably focusing on your lips or how they held a glint of sparkly lipgloss on top, "it's so different from him."

how would you taste like? the lipgloss he means.

would it be sticky on his lips? if he kisses you, or taste artificial, maybe a small amount of strawberries, the gloss faded in a translucent tone after all so all he could do was guess.

you're finding yourself awkwardly laughing at his words, "he's not always like that." nodding along, you decided to not dwell on it any longer, it was polite to bring forth your well mannered approach, after all he did open his doors for you ..

.. or you actually did, but he let you stay.

"i don't think kaveh is as polite as you?" he was lingering a bit closer now and for some reason you found the warmth his body set free pacifying.

you're able to fully glance over his facial features, focusing on the small dimples dwindling around the corners of his lips, his multicolored irises or the enticing cologne hanging in midst the air.

your nostrils were slightly flaring, involuntarily memorizing his scent, archons, you couldn't stop yourself from traveling into your thoughts, fighting every square in your body to halter yourself from drifting off into your daydreams.

"uh-" at first, you had no clue he was staring at you the whole, damn time, his hair strands were effortlessly falling around his porcelain skin, intently watching you through his thick lashes, "it depends on the person, i think."

"on the person you say." he trails off before smiling at you, a little coy and intriguing, the right corner of his lips being tucked back into a smirk.

you didn't even realize how close you two have been sitting next to each other by now, only being brought back to reality when you accidentally nudged your knee against his own, pulling in a sharp breath through your nose.

his scent was now heavily falling down on you, much more violent than before. A tease actually, that's what he was and you fell into it head first, your embarrassment cushioning your sweet cheeks with immense warmth as you disconcertingly pushed your thighs together.

so sweet, you never questioned yourself, and what about your brother? would he want you to fuck his roommate, or maybe, try and kiss him right now? and you know you shouldn't, obviously.

you could just fantasize about it after getting your ass up to leave this place, or this suffocating heat he effortlessly inflicted on you with nothing more than his pretty eyes delving daggers into your sweet skin.

but you wanted to taste it, the actual thing, his plump lips, you weren't this captivated by a person in a long time and it somehow scared you away, almost that is, because right now you were still sitting next to him, your knees playfully rubbing and nudging together.

his hand suddenly moves from his side to yours, gently being placed on top of your swaying thigh, massaging the soft skin when he noticed your slight shaking.

you returned his call, attempting to close the distance when he suddenly spoke again, "what would your brother say to this?" you only realize his hand wandering down more close when he rubbed painfully slow circles into the insides of your warm thigh, "would he be surprised, mad or furious?"

you're whining, he didn't even touch you on your burning little sensation and you were already helplessly heaving out, soft cries prickling from your throat to escape your lips.

"he doesn't have to know— please." this whole situation had your body tear each square of control off you and you were wondering what you were begging for in the first place.

perhaps to alhaitham— to keep his mouth shut in front of your brother, or maybe, you were additionally begging him to finally touch your clothed pussy with the flimsy material of your panties being drenched with nothing but your slick.

"Mm, please?" he's acting innocent, gently tipping his head to the side as his hand delved deeper, carefully pushing past your skirt, cupping your wet heat at once. "ah— there we go."

a single finger worked against you as you silently cried out, resting your forehead against his own while spreading your legs a little farther away.

it's only his middle finger but it still felt big, his build was remarkable and you could perceive a couple veins accentuating the back of his muscular arm rubbing circles on your clothed clit.

"you're wet there." he notes almost immediately, "what were you thinking about this whole time?" oh how sweet you were, the ticklish sensation of his knuckles ghosting on your skin had you giddy on the inside, your toes curling in your shoes. "n-nothing."

you deny whatever he thought about yet alhaitham knew better than this, way better, the amount of essence that coated his fingertips was too much evidence for you to blatantly repudiate his questions.

"pull up your shirt." he's fast, whispering against your neck when he instantaneously planted wet, open mouthed kisses on the thin skin, roughly slithering his tongue over it.

you do as he commands, quickly discarding your shirt but not completely, only letting the garment clutch over your breasts that were covered by your bra.

"good girl." you're trembling at the nickname, in your seat greedily burying your hands into his soft hair to pull him closer to your neck, letting him plant gentle bites and nips on you while simultaneously skimming his finger over your shielded folds.

"can you—" before you could finish, you stopped yourself from speaking, your attention being redirected by your sensitive little clit being pinched on.

you're throwing your head back at the slightly painful, yet fiery touch on you, "ah, please, more!" the anticipation in you to finally have his fingers deep inside your pussy, stirred up the adrenaline in your blood, yanking one of your legs over his own as alhaitham pulled you closer.

"more?" you clearly caught his interest, he lightly taps your clit with his middle finger before adding another one, your thighs instantly jolting up at the applied friction of another digit. "like this?"

"yeah— like this." you weakly responded, your voice a tone higher, alhaitham huffed out his warm breath on your damp neck that was wholly and sloppily glazed with his saliva when you smiled airily at him, resting your head against his comforting shoulder.

you're suddenly crying out, biting back a delicate whine when he gingerly hooked his fingers into the garment to at last, meet your exposed cunt, licking his lips at the sight.

if only your face wasn't so mesmerizing to look at while he's scissoring your tiny hole, alhaitham wanted to map it all out, your little pussy, every single inch, embed it into his perverted mind and jerk himself off at the thought of it afterwards.

he's greedily pulling your panties down, letting the flimsy material loosely dangle around your ankle as he positioned your leg back up on his own, watching your fluttering hole clench down on his curled up fingers.

if it wasn't for his other hand holding you open you were sure you would've suffocated the blood in his other arm by the way you wanted to push your thighs together around him, messily riding his digits with your bare cunt.

"i love how you feel down there." he shamelessly threw into the room, as if he didn't even care how shameful this situation was in its entirety, "you feel so good clamping down on me like that."

he smiles when he caught you yank your hips up a bit, meeting his pace midway, the raw squelching sounds of his fingers selfishly digging into your squishy walls rang through the big living room, your eyes squiring a glassy expression by the force alhaitham was going for.

"what if your brother comes in now?" at this, you reasonably gasped, desiring to actually smack that stupid grin off his face, "d-don't say that!" you mutter inaudibly as you're tucking him closer, your breasts cramming onto his chest when he looked at you, "really now?"

"imagine poor kaveh sitting on this couch afterwards." alhaitham heaved, abruptly pecking your lips when you deducted that this was the first time he had kissed you, at all, "the same couch I'm finger fucking his sibling on, right now."

you're moaning out screaming when he added a third and final finger, splitting your tiny hole with his thick digits and curling up, nudging the hammering spots deep within in your creamy walls.

his inappropriate choice of words had your mind turn hazy, liquifying all the rational thoughts in your body and turning them to nothing at all, dissolving them and replacing them with filthy, perverted things.

you could name it a carnal desire when you decided to hungrily kiss him, capture his plump lips with teeth colliding against each other.

it wasn't as tasteful as you thought it would be at first, the built up tension made it quite difficult to focus on two tasks at the same time, in addition to how hard alhaitham was fucking your tingling cunt.

yet alhaitham didn't mind, he wholly welcomed you, circling his wet muscle over your own as he pushed you deeper into the couch, adoring how your thighs began to vibrate from the sense of overstimulation he was capable to inflict on you throughout seconds.

how was it possible for him to be so good at this, so fucking skilled at pleasuring you senseless?

really, he only had met you today and you couldn't even remember another time when you were this needy, this wet and filthy minded because of another person.

"I think I'm close." you mewl out, your eyes being low lidded and beginning to strain from merely holding them open. Alhaitham snickered at your words, desperately suckling on your lips as he further amplified the tempo on your pussy. "close you say?"

he worked like magic, truly, it was addicting to be with him, the pleasure in you was heavily boiling, more so when your sensitive nipples began to roughly rub over the edge of your bra, your areolae being half exposed for his hungry, desiring eyes.

he was quick to pull himself away from your swollen lips, instead drawing himself to one of your nipples to encircle it in his warm mouth, greedily suckling in his breath to nibble on your tit while carrying on with his relentless pace on your cunt.

your lips twitch when you clasped them together, his finger pads grazing through the squishy flesh when your body tensed up, your hands having no other choice than to cradle around his neck, finally letting your orgasm wash over you.

"come on." his voice was raspy, "we're running out of time, you can do it, pretty." at his words you were helplessly scrunching your eyes shut, to half of his sentence you didn't even listen to, it was clear that the brutality of his touch alone would leave you sore, painfully sore but also yearning for him to do it once again.

you're limply grinding your hips into his hand a couple more times when you vehemently released into him, his palm being utterly drenched in your filthy slick while his thumb was carrying on to roll over your overstimulated clit.

you're moaning out his name, it felt silly to do it, to say it like that as if you were actually familiar with each other, contradicting the reality which was that you had just met him, not even hours ago.

"would you look at yourself." he purrs, alhaitham was lazily digging his fingers into your swollen cunt, captivated by your exhausted body listlessly leaning back, your chest heaving up and down and your thighs tightly clamping around his arm.

it was far too humiliating to look at him, to even speak back or say something.

because why, the moment you'd be brought back to reality, after a good fucking orgasm, all the problems would scrub over you in an instant, not even giving you additional time to bath in your deserved afterglow.

you noisily peaked between your legs with your loose cunt being still filled by his thick digits, noticing a dampened splotch underneath.

"you ruined my couch." he's noting before messily pulling out of you, his fingers being drenched in your sticky mess and quietly connecting to your cunt with a string of your essence holding you together.

"i— i didn't do it on purpose." you panic, not catching on that he was actually being sarcastic with you.

alhaitham for once, broke off the attention from your body, locating it to his soaked fingers before slowly opening his mouth, placing them on top of his tongue and closing his lips around it.

your eyes grew wide, the downright sinful look on his face had you hypnotized, another rush of excitement pistoling into you.

you find yourself staring without shame, drooling over the fact that alhaitham began to groan around his fingers, slurping them clean while searching for your gaze to hold them close to his own.

you were sure you were never going to get rid of this picture in your memories, you'll have it installed in your deepest depths forever.

when he was done, he carefully slid them off his lips, attempting to say something if it wasn't for a sudden noisy sound echoing through the heavy, of intimacy smelling, room.

you turned around in horror as you watched the door handle of the front door get pulled down, immediately alhaitham grabbed onto your shirt to drag it down your breasts, hiding your bare skin as he searched for a pillow to cover the obvious, painful erection in his pants.

"hey idiot, i'm home." the voice was sadly, very familiar, kaveh was now home.

kaveh? your brother! the one you were actually seeking out in the first place.

in a strive to look for your panties you lowered your gaze, yet being unable to spot them all over the floor when your brother walked into the living room at last.

"why is it so hot in here? oh—" his words instantly died in his throat the moment he had seen you sit next to his roommate, his eyes dramatically twitching, "what are you doing here?"

"what have you done?!" kaveh was quick to point whatever blame he could find on alhaitham, thankfully being oblivious to the fact that he rearranged your guts just a few moments ago.

"he did nothing, i promise!" you awkwardly laughed at the silence while clumsily getting up, innocently pushing your skirt down, "i was here to bring you your books and bumped into al— alhaitham!"

"no need to worry kaveh, i was only trying to make conversation." alhaitham sheepishly explained with an overly pleased smile on his face, yet not getting up, the big pillow resting on top of his pulsing crotch.

"whatever." kaveh rolled his eyes, being slightly irritated by the way you were so out of breath, deducting that alhaitham must've been a pain in the ass, overwhelming his poor, little sibling. "come on, lets get to my room."

as he went on to grab the books on the coffee table, you awkwardly ventured your gaze to alhaitham, just one last time, catching him stare at you before he playfully winked, darting his eyes away.

"lets go." kaveh was angry, cursing himself that he should've come home sooner, lightly pulling your arm so you'd follow him.

the moment alhaitham had heard the door of kaveh's bedroom close, he quickly disposed of the pillow on his lap, exposing your damp panties sticking to his pants.

you don't mind, do you?

you probably have a quite remarkable collection of underwear he has to see one day, until then, he'll give it his all to make good use of your panties ..

.. maybe even now, to fuck his stiff cock into the cloth while you're in your brother's room, without underwear, sore with your pussy still memorizing his slender, calloused fingers rubbing on your flesh.

yes, he might as well do it now.

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breathings-of-the-heart · 3 years ago

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for better, for worse

Request: GN reader that has mutual pining with kaeya. They both flirt with each other all the time but aren’t sure if it’s serious flirting or not.

Genre: mutual pinning, jealousy (reader yanked by their arm, sudden kiss, a ridiculous amount of flirting and close proximity chatting)

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breathings-of-the-heart · 3 years ago

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Trust

request: one day someone tells reader they’re likely just a pawn in one of his plans because he is known for plotting things and being mysterious. Reader then realizes how little they knows about Kaeya and starts to believe it/avoid him. He confronts them and confesses that he likes and would never hurt them

Kaeya x GN Reader | Anthology

Genre: slight angst -> comfort

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breathings-of-the-heart · 3 years ago

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genshin boys in a fantasy otome game

diluc: the stuck-up duke you're engaged to. incredibly rich and you're basically sold to be his wife by your parents who claim “they only want the best for you.” which, apparently, equals to this seemingly perfect man with handsome features and an endless amount of mora. however, as flawless he may be on the surface, you find out he's just a very negligent fiance who thinks buying you all the dresses and jewels in the kingdom is enough to make you happy. he's stiff and cold, shutting you out of his life; telling you his problems didn't concern you. but maybe... maybe he did that because he didn't want to trouble you. maybe he cares about you to an extent. he makes an effort to join you for dinner, no matter how busy he is, and his gifts are sometimes thoughtful, not just expensive. he's clumsy at flattery, but you appreciate the sentiment. (and maybe — just maybe — you could find happiness with him.)

kaeya: the step-brother of your fiance. you've always thought he was strange. his gaze on you lingered, and he stares at you far too often to be considered appropriate for a mere (soon to be) brother-in-law. his smiles are suggestive, and quite unsettling. but you find out he's kind, just a bit mysterious. he keeps you company when diluc can't make it into dinner, and he accompanies you around town in his brother's stead if he was too busy to come with you himself. he's nothing but a gentleman, friendly and approachable, but you both know there's a distance he can't cross. (and yet he longs to.)

childe: a smug thief you caught stealing one of diluc's treasures. before you can scream or call for help, he shushes you, and he slips away from the manor without managing to steal anything. it's a victory on your part, but he's a sneaky rat — he begins to visit you occasionally, just to rile you up for fun. you don't know how he does it, but he climbs through the balcony in your room, hiding in the shadows of the night to not let any of the servants see him. you're unamused by the blatant trespassing, but you can't deny he's entertaining to talk to. for a scummy thief, he sure does seem to love his family a lot. you can tell that much, from the voice he uses when he speaks of his siblings. (he sounds like that when he talks about you too, you know. you just never notice.) he gives you a ring one day — something he didn't steal for once. it's from his mother, he says. she told him to give it to the person he wanted to marry. he confesses he doesn't care about any of the treasure lurking within diluc's home anymore. because out of everything, he only wants to steal you away.

zhongli: your first love. he's an unassuming baron with not a lot of influence, but there's something powerful residing in his eyes, glowing amber even in the dimmest of light. he's kingly, his elegant nature befitting of an emperor sitting on a golden throne, and yet he's as humble as a commoner, with no regards to his overflowing wealth. there's something special about the way he snakes his hand around your waist when you take the chance to dance with him at a ball, supposedly for obligatory purposes, but you lose yourself in his gaze, the color of honey staring deeply into you lighting your cheeks red. when he takes your hand in his, you feel his warmth through his glove (and idly, you wonder what it would be like if his gloves weren't in the way). he led you to the floor, twirling and spinning, and he's the perfect partner; he's as gentle as a passing wind, but his searing touch lingers, when the song comes to a close and he releases you. then your eyes travel to his left hand, an engagement ring adorning his finger, and your heart crumbles into a million pieces.

albedo: a renowned mage known for his genius in the entire continent. magical powers aren't very common, thus mages are normally held in high regard, but he's even idolized by fellow mages. he was adept with his powers from a young age, but he doesn't see himself as anyone special. you meet him as a child when you both attended a boring ball, and since you were both children seeking some entertainment in this formal arrangement mainly utilized by adults, you both ditched the ballroom and went off somewhere quiet so albedo could show you some “party tricks”. he became your usual playmate from there on, and he's essentially your childhood friend. he does the meanest pranks (since he's a mage, he can easily turn your hair color into a bright green or temporarily turn you into a frog), but he's very nice when it counts. he gives you healing potions when you fall ill, and he casts a protection charm in every accessory he gifts you on your birthday. he's particularly interested in the study of dragons, despite dragons basically being a myth in your continent's fairy tales, and everyone thinks he's delusional for believing in them but you support him in his studies. you're naturally curious in what he does as a mage, and he's happy about that, however he is unamused when you jokingly ask him to make you a love potion to give to zhongli. (in retaliation, the very next day, he shows up in your room as a frog, claiming he had an “accident” while he was making a potion, thus turning himself into an amphibian. apparently, the only cure for it was... a kiss? what? didn't he make you an actual remedy when you were the one turned into a frog five years ago?)

venti: a whimsical bard you happened to come across with when you snuck out of your home as a rebellious teenager. you were immature then, and a bit adventurous, and you wanted to see how commoners lived their life. you went out with simple clothes, with a cloak covering your facial features to hide your true identity, but some brute thieves noticed your expensive-looking wallet despite your efforts and immediately took the chance to rob you. then suddenly, a lithe boy jumps from a roof, distracts the men, and grabs your hand to lead you away from the chaos. he's light on his feet, full of bubbly energy, and although you were ready to compensate him for his help with whatever amount of money he could possibly ask for, he only requested for a single drink in a nearby tavern. he is... rather odd. he successfully identified your real title, but he didn't hand you off to palace guards right away to have you escorted back to your estate. no doubt having done so would earn him a great sum, because your parents had put a bounty over your head. instead, he offers to show you around town, plays you a song with his lyre, and introduces you to his friends. yes, he's certainly a strange fellow... but it's not just his behavior that's weird. his way of speaking is too eloquent for a commonner, and he knows too much about the officials governing the kingdom. his songs are always cryptic, insinuating a deeper meaning to his lyrics, and his eyes, though holding a childish twinkle, had a knowing gleam. and to top it all off, he introduced you to his “best friend” — the mythical dragon dvalin himself?! (it's somewhat underwhelming to find out he's the long lost prince of the kingdom right after you saw such a large creature hiding among the mountains.)

xiao: your ever so loyal knight. as a child, he lived in the slums; a part of the kingdom everyone tended to avoid from fear. your father took pity on xiao when he found him struggling to survive and brought him back home to take care of him, planning to assign him as your personal knight once he was given proper training. xiao was surely worth pitying when you first laid your eyes on him — downcast eyes, sooty face, torn clothing with muddy shoes, and lacking any personal belongings. however, after he'd taken a nice bath, you learned he was quite pretty, with youthful features certain to turn handsome as he grew up. his eyes were an enchanting gold, skin as soft as velvet, and his hair was shiny and silky, though it was unfortunate he shied away whenever you tried to take a closer look. he was surprisingly meek, but you knew better than that. (after all, if he survived in the slums all by himself, you didn't doubt his capability to murder a man with his bare hands.) he was incredibly distant with you, but you didn't give up your attempts to befriend him. you invite him to go to the library to read storybooks together, just to see a twinkle of innocence light up his lifeless eyes. you dismiss his panicked refusal when you set up garden picnics especially for him, because he may pretend like he doesn't want to eat anything, but you can clearly see him eyeing that plate of almond tofu. soon enough, he grows fond of you, and he protects you not only because of his job, but also because you're someone precious to him.

as your knight, and by extension, your dearest friend, he is tasked to watch over you.

so he watches from the sidelines as you befriend another young boy — a mage known as albedo — and gazes in envy as albedo converses with you casually, able to stand on even ground with you. how he wished he could do the same.

he watches as you sneak out from your window to wander around the kingdom without permission, panic settling his nerves when you nearly injured yourself in doing so, but he doesn't stop you from escaping home, because he wanted you to have a taste of freedom. he regrets his decision when you come back home telling about your newest friend, venti.

he watches the exact moment when you fall in love with zhongli, putty in the older man's hands as he twirls you around the ballroom, and xiao could only look at you from a distance, sourness rising from the back of his throat. your heart wasn't the only one that shattered that day.

he watches as you sit across from diluc in the dinner table every night, eyeing the engagement ring on your finger illuminated by the chandelier hanging overhead, and remains silent even when your chatter starts to fill the air. he longs to take it off of you.

he watches, with a sense of empathy, when kaeya glances at you with a gaze too fond, in times you can't notice. you overlook it, as always, because that's how you've always been, unaware of the effect you have on other people. he's glad you were oblivious, sometimes.

he watches as you interact with that good-for-nothing thief every late evening, standing guard by the door in case childe tried to do anything. if he ever did, xiao wouldn't hesitate to slit his throat, because anyone who'd ever dare to hurt you will die by his hand. but childe doesn't do anything, so he stays put, with gritted teeth while that rascal is shamelessly flirting with you again.

xiao watches. he only watches. because he has no right to interfere. he's only a lowly knight, at most, your friend, but it's okay. it's okay because you can smile, even if it's not because of him. that's all that matters.

right?