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Insomnia(Azuma x reader)
Summary/preview: “Hello? Oh, it’s you, dear. What can I do for you this late at night?” Azuma asked, his voice smooth as usual. “Can I sleep with you?”, you paused, contemplating your decision, “Actually, no, I’m sorry for interrupting, you should probably go get some sl-“ “Of course, dear, come on in. You came to the right person.” I couldn’t sleep, so I wrote a fic where Azuma helps the reader get some rest!
Tags/notes: GN!reader, fluff, comfort, drabble, warning for one(1) uncensored swear, the relationship can be interpreted as platonic or romantic I didn’t really have a set relationship in mind when I wrote this I just wanted cuddles, this takes place before act 2, probably somewhere after nocturnality
You knocked on Azuma’s door, patiently awaiting the response.
It was the third night in a row that your brain just couldn’t relax enough and made dumb decisions. The first two nights you ended up busying yourself with writing, but tonight, you were done with your brain’s dumbassery and needed some help.
After a few seconds of silence and some creaking, the door finally opened.
“Hello? Oh, it’s you, dear. What can I do for you this late at night?” Azuma asked, his voice smooth as usual. He sounded oddly awake despite knowing what time it was.
“Can I sleep with you?” you paused, contemplating your decision, “Actually, no, I’m sorry for interrupting, you should probably go get some sl-“
“Of course, dear, come on in. You came to the right person.” He opened the door, inviting you inside. You accepted, stepping into his room.
“You see,” he started, shutting the door behind you, “I haven’t been able to sleep tonight either, so maybe we could help each other out, hm?”
“Mmhm.” you mumbled.
“Now, could you come into my arms? We’ll get to bed soon, I promise, I just wanted to hold you for a little bit first.” Azuma’s smile was warm and inviting as he held his arms out, ready for you to slip into them at any moment.
Without any thought other than your slight drowsiness, you clambered into his hold, allowing him to gently caress you, his hands slowly moving up and down your back in light strokes.
“There we are. It’s nice to hold you like this, you know that? You’re very easy to hug.”
You slightly loosened your grip on Azuma, allowing yourself to practically melt into his embrace.
It was a warm, gentle hold, not too tight, but just loose enough to make you feel like if you moved too much you would shatter. You closed your eyes, allowing this warm feeling billowing inside your chest to linger for a moment before Azuma let go.
“Alright, there we are. Now, let’s get to bed, shall we?”
You managed to muster a hum in response as you climbed up into the bed behind Azuma.
When you reached the top of the ladder, you found Azuma already adjusting his position so you could lay your upper body on his chest.
“Mm, is that better? If we lay this way you can listen to my heartbeat and I can hold you at the same time. Does that sound nice?”
“Mhm, yeah.”
Azuma giggled at your sleepy reply.
“Good. Then just relax for me, okay?”
And God, did you relax. There just seemed to be something in the air when he was around that always made the atmosphere so calm and comforting. Your guard was down, your thoughts started to muddle, and your body started to feel limp. The rest you wanted was finally going to come.
Azuma could feel the shift in your body, and giggled again.
“My, looks like someone’s finally sleepy. I hope this’ll happen more often, I’ve been needing some cuddles myself.” He stopped as he was interrupted by a yawn as his own body started to become limp.
“Ah, and it looks like I should stop talking. Well, sweet dreams.” He closed his sentiment with a kiss to your forehead, then allowed his own eyes to flutter shut.
His breathing became steady and even, and with your ear to his chest, you could feel his heartbeat start to do the same.
It was calming, a presence that grounded you to your surroundings. Something to remind you that you were safe. That you were loved. That you had a space to come to, and someone who cares.
And it was that kind presence that lulled you to sleep.
#WOAH it’s been a while since I’ve written a stand-alone oneshot#a3!#fanfiction#a3! x reader#a3 fanfiction#a3! fanfiction#a3! fanfic#azuma yukishiro#Yukishiro Azuma#Azuma Yukishiro x reader#a3 Azuma#Yukishiro Azuma x reader#Azuma a3! x reader#oneshot#fluff#comfort#my fics
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Fushimi Omi
Falls First: You
Falls Harder: Omi
Omi always noticed you, a photographer could not simply ignore a work of art like that, but it does take time for his feelings to grow. He wants a genuine friendship with no pretenses, no expectations, just two adults who enjoyed each other’s company. And yet when he does fall it’s like jumping off a cliff and belly-flopping into the water below. It was an inelegant descent with a lot of emotional fumbling, some denial of the situation at hand, but some things were just inevitable. Once he took that leap and realized there was nothing to fear, the sting would wear off and make way for an Omi who was much willing to take chances.
Izumida Azami
Falls First: You
Falls Harder: Azami
Azami does not think of romance much. You can tell when he shies away from a simple, friendly hug it’ll be an uphill battle to win him over (but it would be well worth the fight). Respecting his boundaries but making your interest in him known would catch his attention, but don’t push too hard as even his heart has its limits. A certified tough guy and your self-assigned protector, he lets you get closer to him than most. He might make you go through a slow-moving courting process but it doesn’t mean his heart doesn’t beat for you, or that he wasn’t haunted by dreams of how perfectly your hand would fit in his.
Nanao Taichi
Falls First: Taichi
Falls Harder: Taichi
Taichi has always been very unapologetic about being your number one fan, and it’s been clear that he had a major crush on you from the start. It takes time for you to judge the sincerity of his actions but you also enjoy the ride, as Taichi was an incredibly fun and easy person to get along with. Whether you’re just a fleeting fancy or his one true love like his diary states, you never regretted a moment that you spent with him. He’s ready to worship the ground you walked on for the rest of his life if it would prove to you that he’ll never stray; a loyal puppy who only has eyes for you.
Tsukioka Tsumugi
Falls First: You
Falls Harder: You
Tsumugi is not a very romantically aware man, at least not in reality; you’ve never seen someone so capable of emulating a person in love without realizing there’s someone enamored with him right before his eyes. It would take him some time to notice you, and even more before he considered you as romantic partner potential. Even after recognizing your feelings and acknowledging his own Tsumugi walks a tightrope of indecision. Your relationship is invaluable to him so it’s not as if he’ll set you aside, it’s simply that you’ll have to learn to live with a theatre addict. Still, to even tear his eyes from the stage for a moment is a feat to be proud of.
Yukishiro Azuma
Falls First: Azuma
Falls Harder: You
Azuma felt your connection from the very moment you meant, like two lovers who had been fated to meet by the stars. He was entirely unashamed to say that he had fallen for you first. Luckily he had waited for you to stumble into his life long enough that he had practiced patience, waiting for you to come to him before he dazzled you with his charm. He has you on a course to an abrupt crash landing directly into his arms, blinded by his charms, unable to pinpoint when you had fallen just knowing there was no place more comfortable than by his side.
#A3!#a3! act! addict! actors!#a3 imagines#a3 x reader#A3#Fushimi Omi#Izumida Azami#Nanao Taichi#Tsukioka Tsumugi#Yukishiro Azuma#Fushimi Omi x Reader#Izumida Azami x Reader#Nanao Taichi x Reader#Tsukioka Tsumugi x Reader#Yukishiro Azuma x Reader
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⚜ FIRST MEETING [A3! - WINTER TROUPE] ⚜
┌── ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ••✎•• ──────────
characters: tsumugi tsukioka | tasuku takato | hisoka mikage | homare arisugawa | azuma yukishiro | guy
summary: the details of your first meeting with your future mate.
warnings: pretty much what you'd expect with the winter troupe.
rating: sfw
a/n: i have no words for how difficult the winter troupe is, not really in terms of coming up with ideas but in terms of not making everything incredibly sad. they're all babies and i want to hug them. so i made most of the alphas want to do that too.
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└── ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ••✎•• ──────────
≿━━━━༺❀ tsumugi tsukioka ❀༻━━━━≾
✿ you were an aspiring musical director, still looking for your permanent place in the industry. but for the time being, you were doing gigs at random theaters who wanted to try out musicals, and lots and lots of schools.
✿ you were 22, the same age as tsumugi. you'd graduated as a director a year prior, though you'd not had much luck finding actual work, much like tsumugi.
✿ you'd been at a performance of a local theatre group that you'd been helping with their first musical. it was the very first one, and you couldn't have been more proud of the kids. one of them had invited their tutor, tsumugi, to come see the performance. you happened to spot him in the audience, looking enraptured by the acting, and decided to go up to him to chat.
✿ tsumugi didn't initially realize that you were the director (you looked like a substitute teacher to him), so he felt pretty free to gush about the performance as much as possible. so when you invited him to see the next one you were directing, he almost had a heart attack.
✿ tsumugi, even before meeting you, could tell how passionate you were about your craft, just by how passionate the kids were about it. so, meeting you, actually meeting you, he felt some spark light up in him. he's always loved passionate people.
tsumugi was just so cute, like a little flower who looked so lost in the midst of all those people. it all just made you want to nurture him, even if you didn't know in what way yet. but you truly felt that he was special, he was important.
≿━━━━༺❀ tasuku takato ❀༻━━━━≾
✿ you were an ambitious little theatre armorer, who'd just gotten your big break in the industry. you'd been completely sword crazy most of your life so when you were as a teenager informed that you could just make them professionally, you were all in.
✿ you were 23, a year older than tasuku. you'd been working as a theatre armorer for two years, but you'd not really been successful prior to getting your break at god-za.
✿ you'd just been hired at god-za, for their next play that involved a medieval setting, and thus they needed swords. you were extremely excited to make them some. and the first one you needed to take measurements for happened to be tasuku, who got a faceful of measuring tape the moment he stepped into your office.
✿ you became a rather familiar face to tasuku, as the main lead in most plays he needed to see you often. and while he wasn't the chattiest person, you loved to gush to him about his performances and the way he looked with a sword in his hand.
✿ tasuku did not take long to realize that you had a bit of a crush on him (and his arms), which initially made him a bit uncomfortable. but getting to know you, and your passion for theatre, he might've grown a crush on you too. not that he'd ever admit it.
you fell in love with tasuku at first sight, he was your ideal omega. strong, excellent looking with a sword in his hand, what more could you want? and then you saw him on stage, and it was over for you, completely.
≿━━━━༺❀ hisoka mikage ❀༻━━━━≾
✿ you were a wellness counselor, you'd pretty much just started your practice. well, start was a strong word. you were still looking for a place to open up properly, but you were advertising to clients already for home appointments.
✿ you were 25. you'd just graduated as a counselor not even six months ago. hisoka was 25 too (?), having just arrived at the mankai company.
✿ you got a sudden call from someone by the name of izumi tachibana, who hired you to come by her company to help with a sudden emergency. though you didn't expect the emergency to be a homeless man with amnesia and a serious case of the sleeps. frankly, hisoka was barely awake when you arrived and introduced yourself.
✿ you ended up staying with the mankai company (and eventually became one of the winter troupe's actors), mostly just so you could keep an eye on hisoka. but also because you grew increasingly worried about everyone else in the house.
✿ hisoka did not think much about you at first. obviously, he was half-asleep when he first met you. but once he began to live with you (izumi put you as roommates once you joined the company) he started to like, a lot. you bought him marshmallows.
you were mostly worried. hisoka was... a lot, and also nothing at the same time. it took three days until you managed to get a proper sentence out of him. and he also kept stealing your marshmallows, which you forgave once you looked at his cute face.
≿━━━━༺❀ homare arisugawa ❀༻━━━━≾
✿ you were a composer, working with the mankai company. while originally you'd joined just to compose music for their plays, you'd recently become interested in acting and wanted to join their new troupe.
✿ you were 30 years old, a whole three years older than homare. you'd been a composer for almost 15 years, though you'd been one professionally for ten of those.
✿ you actually met during one of your violin performances, one of the rare ones you were still doing independently. he'd been in the audience, and afterwards came to you to gush about your performance and the inspiration it gave him. and then he recited one of his... poems to you.
✿ you ended up seeing homare around a lot (he claimed you were his new muse) and when the company started looking for members you immediately dragged homare to the audition. he was perfect (and the only possible roommate who wouldn't mind your late night jam sessions).
✿ seeing you on stage, focused on your instrument and playing the most beautiful music ever, struck something very deep inside of homare. he'd never had so much inspiration before. he didn't know the word for the feeling, but would later realize that it was love.
to you... well, homare was eccentric, but in a good way. you rather liked his weird habits, and his appreciation for your craft. it'd been a long time since anyone felt that way about your music. he made you feel warm again.
≿━━━━༺❀ azuma yukishiro ❀༻━━━━≾
✿ you were a bartender, you'd just started working at a local bar after... well, let's just say you'd led a very interesting life and hadn't had an actual job in forever. you'd just recently moved to japan to get away from that life.
✿ you were... you didn't remember how old you were actually. you'd lost a couple of years, so to speak, but that's a whole another story. and nobody knows how old azuma is, ever.
✿ how you met is simple really, azuma was a customer of yours. you'd literally just started working, and he was the first customer you ever had. he sat down in front of you, and asked you to make him your signature drink. obviously, you didn't have one, so you improvised. and that's how 'winter camellia'-cocktail was born.
✿ azuma became a regular of yours, showing up at least once a week to more or less flirt with you. you both became an essential part of each other's lives, even though you both lead completely separate lives outside of the bar.
✿ as most of your customers did, azuma found you calming, someone he could talk to about anything. not that he did, but he felt like he could. you were just what he needed in life after a hard day, just a smile from you could make his day.
azuma was the prettiest person you'd ever met, and his flirting didn't help your immediate crush in anyway. but your... life choices kept you from ever thinking of yourself as proper mate material for someone like him.
≿━━━━༺❀ guy ❀༻━━━━≾
��� you were a florist, you'd been one for as long as you could remember. you'd inherited the shop from your oma and appa, though you'd recently been recruited for the winter troupe as you'd been providing the company with flower arrangements previously and became interested in acting as well.
✿ you were somewhere in your thirties, at least as far as you were aware. but everyone really got the feeling that you and guy were around the same age, but neither of you really knew.
✿ you were delivering flowers to the company when guy arrived, and as the only member who could proficiently speak english and zahran you were forced to greet him. the only problem was that you were carrying several pots of flowers, which made for a bit of a situation. thankfully, guy helped you before you dropped the delicate ranunculus'.
✿ guy was assigned to room in your dorm, which you didn't mind as long as he didn't mind the numerous flowers in there. though to your surprised, he seemed to love them, even if it was hard to tell. and he was excellent help with all your plants.
✿ guy technically didn't think much of you. all your passions seemed to be towards plants, and nothing else. but he quickly came to realize that you were actually the one in the troupe who could pick up on his emotions the best and actually put words to them.
guy was... difficult. not as a roommate, or as a person, just to communicate with. he was very different from the only other person you spoke zahran with, but you found him refreshing. and his love of plants made you love him just a bit.
#⚜ garden walks#omegaverse#a/b/o#alpha!reader#x reader#a3!#tsumugi tsukioka#omega!tsumugi#tasuku takato#omega!tasuku#hisoka mikage#omega!hisoka#homare arisugawa#omega!homare#azuma yukishiro#omega!azuma#guy#omega!guy#a3! - winter troupe
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A3! Masterlist ❀
Harugumi / Spring Troupe:
❀ Sakuya Sakuma
↳ none yet...!
❀ Masumi Usui
↳ Headcanons with a Fem!S/O that Crossdresses
❀ Tsuzuru Minagi
↳ none yet...!
❀ Itaru Chigasaki
↳ none yet...!
❀ Citron
↳ none yet...!
❀ Chikage Utsuki
↳ none yet...!
Natsugumi / Summer Troupe:
❀ Tenma Sumeragi
↳ none yet...!
❀ Yuki Rurikawa
↳ Headcanons w/ a Quiet & Gentle S/O
❀ Muku Sakisaka
↳ Fluffy Dating Headcanons
↳ Best Friend Headcanons
❀ Misumi Ikaruga
↳ none yet...!
❀ Kazunari Miyoshi
↳ Reader Helping Taichi&Kazunari Dye Their Hair
❀ Kumon Hyodo
↳ none yet...!
Akigumi / Autumn Troupe:
❀ Banri Settsu
↳ Banri Settsu x Veludo Arts Student!Reader HCs
❀ Juza Hyodo
↳ Headcanons w/ an S/O that has a huge sweet tooth like him
❀ Taichi Nanao
↳ Headcanons w/ an S/O who loves art
↳ Reader Helping Taichi&Kazunari Dye Their Hair
❀ Omi Fushimi
↳ none yet...!
❀ Sakyo Furuichi
↳ none yet...!
❀ Azami Izumida
↳ none yet...!
Fuyugumi / Winter Troupe:
❀ Tsumugi Tsukioka
↳ Headcanons w/ an S/O that’s similar to him
❀ Tasuku Takato
↳ none yet...!
❀ Hisoka Mikage
↳ none yet...!
❀ Homare Arisugawa
↳ none yet...!
❀ Azuma Yukishiro
↳ none yet...!
❀ Guy
↳ none yet...!
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Hello!! May I request hcs of A3 Azuma and a reader who he sees as his younger brother? Ty!
I hope that it's okay, that I did a gn!reader! I hope that you like it, dear anon and ahve a great day!💕
☀️ We all know that Azuma would be a great big brother, but unfortunately, he wasn’t your big bro!
☀️ But this won’t stop him to act like your big brother. He will always see you as a younger sibling.
☀️ Whenever you are happy or did something great, Azuma will be the first one to be proud of you. “Congratulations, (y/n). I’m really happy for you. Want to celebrate it with a hug?” He asks, spreading his arms for you.
☀️ If you are old enough to legally drink, he will bring you a few alcoholic drinks, so you two can even try them out together (if you want to, of course, because he would never force you to do anything you don’t want to do!)
☀️ He can read you like an open book, so don’t even try to hide the fact that you are upset or angry over something. He will be there and try to cheer you up!
☀️ Azuma always listens to you and knows everything and will always remember every little fact about you. Your favorite color, food, flower, Mankai play, game, anime, book, just everything you think of!
☀️ If you are collecting any item like books, stamps etc., he will try to find as many as possible to gift them to you. Just because he wants to do it and not because of special occasions.
☀️ Everybody knows that you two have a special bond and see each other as siblings. So, they even call you Azuma’s younger sibling.
☀️ “Hey, Azuma-san, where is your sibling again? I need help with something.” – “Oh, they are in their room.”
☀️ You need help with school? Azuma will be there, trying to help you.
☀️ When you fall asleep on the couch or wait for anybody, he will make sure to bring you back to your bed, smiling softly at you, while he puts your blanket over you, humming a soft song.
#azuma yukishiro imagine#azuma yukishiro imagines#azuma yukishiro x reader#yukishiro azuma#azuma yukishiro#a3 imagines#a3! game#a3! act! addict! actors!#a3!#a3 x reader#a3! x reader
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Lessons in Alone
notes: a3! has taken over my life completely so to celebrate, have some soft smut-angst-fluff with best boy azuma!! he’s such a sweetie, i couldn’t not.
rating: mature, while there is smut it’s not super explicit or detailed.
pairing: azuma yukishiro / reader
word count: 1,705
He reaches out to touch you during sleep. The bed smells like love and sheets you pulled from the dryer. Azuma doesn’t want to open his eyes, so he revels in the warm-black and the fact that nothing terrifying swims in the darkness. There is only you and what you must look like, laid out like sleeping beauty on the other half of his bed.
Picturing it is nice, he nudges up against something soft and warm when he shifts towards you. He brushes a shoulder, maybe, or the curve of your forehead. The two of you are liable to become a tangle of limbs once morning comes.
There’s a sound from beyond the ink-depth of his closed eyelids. Azuma ignores it, you sigh in your sleep all the time. He moves slowly, slow enough that he might still be dreaming. He feels a hip, a waist, the gentle bumps of your ribcage. You’re lying on your side, facing towards him how you always do. Your shirt --his shirt, he reminds himself with a feverish glee-- rides up your stomach.
“I can always tell when you’re awake, you know,” you say. He bets your eyes are still closed, too, happy to exist in a liminal space. So this is what Shakespeare meant about Queen Mab, the fairy that brings loving dreams.
“You must be imagining things,” he replies, “I’m fast asleep, why don’t you join me?”
“Hm,” you sigh again, “you don’t have to tell me twice.”
You fall silent after that. Under any other circumstances he’d feel the loneliness rising up in the back of his throat. The hot press of fear and tears as he tries to grapple with being by himself. It’s an awful thing to be alone.
But he isn’t. Even as you make good on your promise, drifting off with his palm cradling your ribs you haven’t left him. And the closeness that he feels rivals any waking conversation he could have with someone else. Azuma wonders if two people can dream the same dreams when they’re in such close proximity.
His mind shifts to what you might dream of, the possibilities never once proving to be alarming. Your family, maybe. Or success in the future to rival what you’ve already accomplished. Or maybe you think of him with the same devotion and fervour.
That thought almost makes him open his eyes. He wants to ask, though he’s content with the idea that you might think the same about him. And you would be right. All his thoughts, as of late, belong to you.
“I love you,” he says to somebody. Where some might consider it a waste of breath, he thinks now is the best time for you to truly hear him.
Azuma scopes out your body with his fingers, careful not to wake you a second time. Whatever you’re dreaming of, he hopes it’s nice. Peaceful. A reprieve. You’re a reprieve for him, from old memories and a dark shape settled on the other half of the bed.
Loneliness settles around his shoulders, stooping them and changing his posture. It’s easy to tell when he’s been by himself for too long. The results are instant and painful, the sleepless nights dig holes in his health. They alter the way he thinks, until all that makes sense is loss and pain.
In a lot of ways, tonight isn’t much different than the first night. He might’ve known it was love when you knocked on his door. You heard quiet murmurs through the walls, faint sounds and cries for everything to stop.
You stood in his doorway in your rabbit slippers, clutching at the door frame like you were the one terrified. After he lied and said everything was fine, you did too. You said you were having a rough night, bad dreams. You asked if you could stay with him.
It was an act of protection, he realized when you laid yourself out in front of him but made no move to touch. He recalled the not-so-distant time when he would exchange money for something like this. And beautiful though he thought you to be even then, Azuma couldn’t bring himself to spoil the good deed you were trying to do.
Nor the night after that, or the one after that. You came back, sometimes with a fuzzy blanket wrapped around your shoulders and always with two pairs of bunny ears on your feet. Azuma wondered if you were waiting for him to make the first move, that this might not have been profound understanding on your part.
He worried some nights instead of sleeping, worried that it was some inflated courtship ritual. That your actions were not you understanding but in fact representative of a lack of understanding on his part.
Azuma tried to reach out one night. He put his hand on your hip, his mind wandering to how smooth your thighs would be under his fingers.
“Just sleep,” you whispered, no malice or anger. But still, it was clear. Not quite a ‘no’, if he remembers right. It was a ‘not now’. It was a ‘wait until we’re both awake’.
You made love to him in the morning, when the sun hid the ugly during the day. You kissed him, lips on thin lips and you pressed him back against the mattress. You made sure there was no room for that second, shadowy figure lying at the edge of the bed.
The length of his body was mapped out under your hands. You took without apology, only with consent. And the love you made was good, better than good. You got him to belong to you in an odd twist on his natural behaviour. His head was too clouded with nice thoughts to realize that until after.
When he did, he decided he liked being had.
Your lips pushed him into a deep and comfortable haze, relaxing as any nighttime dalliance. He slipped in and out of thought, consumed in reverse by your tongue that wandered just as eagerly as your fingers. It was so hard to concentrate, considering where you put it.
He said yes so many times, Azuma couldn’t count them all. He couldn’t count yours, either. There were pleas for more, a few tears of joy from his eyes. A feeling of belonging that settled deep inside of him as he settled in you.
There was a mutual shiver when he fit into you, the way you sometimes sigh in your sleep. Both times you had your eyes closed, but the life in your body when you took him was breathtaking. You did more than listlessly mumble, then.
“How are you feeling? Any better?” you asked when the coupling was momentarily concluded. Things would strike up again with similar vigour the next morning. Habitually the next morning, though empty spaces during the day would rarely go unfilled.
He lay part-way on your chest. This was also a departure to the highest degree, his own desire to nurture and protect often outweighed any want to be protected. But you held him, you did. You let him listen to your heart and take time with his answer. It was as unnerving as it was a relief that you already knew he was upset.
“After something like that with someone like you, who could feel bad?” he replied. You pursed your lips, giving a mock-kiss to the air around his cheek.
“Keeping secrets gives you wrinkles,” you said. His eyes, moon-yellow, widened until it might’ve been harvest season.
“You’re not serious,” he said, so quickly as to make you giggle. You shook your head and gave him a real kiss.
It was as loving and jarring as being suddenly woken up. His eyes closed for a moment, he leaned in. He gave himself up like a secret begging to be told, and he didn’t have to say a word.
You know, of course. About everything, even if he didn’t have to tell you all of it in great detail. Thankfully, you didn’t want to touch the parts that were too painful. Definitely a first. And even if you don’t know it all, you nevertheless hold some kind of soft ownership of him. Azuma has never been so at peace with an idea.
Tomorrow morning, the two of you will fuck. He looks forward to it in a disembodied sort of way. Azuma likes the certainty of that. He likes knowing you love him back, without needing to hear it directly.
It doesn’t need to be said, it’s something you can do. You’ve made love an act. He’s more than content with that.
His mind wanders to sex in an idly pleasant way. He wonders, distantly so as not to focus too clearly on any one thing, if you’ll leave bruises. The ones on his chest and thighs have yet to fade. He would like a new necklace, even if he’d have to cover it with makeup.
It’ll be mentioned, he won’t forget.
You’re fast asleep, he can tell by the even rise and fall of your chest. He can feel it under his fingers, his skin to your skin. You’re so much warmer than he is, your heart works overtime to fit him alongside your other responsibilities. In many ways, he’s very grateful.
He tunes out any other unwanted noises, the sound of Itura’s video games or squabbling drunks in the street. So much is so close, but he feels penned in and safe with you guarding the edge of the bed. You sleep on the outer edge so that nothing can get him, rendering the barricade of pillows he used to build long-defunct.
His nose is pressed against the pillow, against a few strands of your hair. You smell like honey and love and good company. Azuma makes a weak sound, not in conjunction with the ‘I love you’ from earlier. Some things are just too big to keep in, that’s all.
The city outside still churns out warm bodies like a factory. Azuma does not lie beside them, he hasn’t for a while. But you’re his bedfellow, the one he loves by day.
By night, the sound of your dreaming becomes his favourite music.
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May I request relationship headcanons for our Horny On Main™ Azuma?
Request:
A/N: anon... anon,,, this has been sitting on my inbox collecting so much dust it’s begun needle felting it to spell fuck you... anon,, i’m sorry for taking so long;; azuma is so hard to write for!! but here it is!!
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Azuma Yukishiro Relationship HC!
- You met him while he was working with a friend of yours, more like your friend hired him.
- She had been complaining a lot after her boyfriend left her and so she decided to do what many other women in japan did; hire a host.
- Not that hosting was anything new, it’s a business used by college-middle aged women who’re lonely or single, or both.
- You knew it was a bustling market and that you’d eventually meet someone who worked in it or used it, but never did you expect to meet a man like Azuma nor see your friend beside him.
- You were accompanied by a male co-worker, a guy a few years older than you, and now the four of you made your way to a bar near your work place.
- You didn’t know what to do- the pair seemed busy talking and you could tell your friend was enjoying it, it felt slightly awkward however- especially with your coworker and yourself having to sip beers while watching the two.
- The night went without much hitch, you two didn’t communicate with the pair and soon you two checked yourselves out, paid the bills and were getting ready to leave when you felt a tap on your shoulder;
- The silver-haired man was standing before you with your passed out friend.
- You two come to an agreement to take her to your house and that’s how you two found yourselves in a cab at 2AM.
- And that’s how YOU found yourself in a pleasant convo with Azuma who found himself intrigued by you.
- “So, the other man was your boyfriend, I’m guessing?”
- You snort a bit and explain the situation when he suddenly laughs aloud.
- “W-What’s so funny?”
- “I’m just happy to know you’re single.”
- Bro whaT?
- He laughs at your reaction before clarifying he’s joking…. unless you don’t want it to be a joke?
- “If you’re flirting with me because [Friend]’s knocked out you don’t have to, really-“
- “My shift’s been over for an hour, [Name], I guess I just found myself enjoying your company.”
- Hahahaha… you look at the clock and, sure enough- you guessed your friend wouldn’t pay for him to work at 2:16AM… does that mean… he’s actually flirting with you??
- By the end of the ride you two had set up a date- even if you felt a bit guilty for getting asked out by Azuma it turns out your friend didn’t enjoy the evening enough to call him back so… you two were meeting Friday.
- You noticed how he was more relaxed compared to your previous encounter, he explained that; “As much as I enjoy my job, it’s still work.”
- After the night came to an end, he insisted on not only paying but escorting you home.
- After a short goodbye kiss, Azuma asked you out again.
- By the 5th date you ended up asking him out only to get rejected but unlike you’d do with others, you two decided to stay friends.
- “I really like you, [Name] but I don’t think it’d work with my job… I’m afraid you could get hurt by a client.”
- But that didn’t last long, a month or so after being turned down, you got a call from Azuma who invited you to another date; only to end it with him asking YOU out.
- Ofc you said yes you aren’t stupid.
- At first, he was right- you did find yourself slightly jealous and you feared his clients dropping him but surprisingly… most of them were alright with you!
- By the 2 month of dating you had grown used to it all and Azuma couldn’t be happier.
- Dating him feels new no matter how much time has passed; he made sure of it!
- A true gentleman, he enjoys taking care of you (especially when it comes to skin/hair care!!).
- Many of your dates are spent home watching movies and having facemasks on.
- Loves cuddling with you! Azuma insists you share at least 1 hour of cuddling whenever you pass by the dorms.
- Loves kissing your cheeks and necks, just really enjoys it.
- Azuma enjoys making outfits for you and dressing you up, he just- loves treating you like royalty.
- Oh!! And all the mandalas you color with him are hung in his room and in your house now!!
- Gift him a mandala book or coloring pencils/watercolors and he’ll be so happy;
- “Ah, are those for me? Heh, thank you darling~ You really do know me well, don’t you?”
- He has dropped clients after they attempted to diss his and yours relationship, he won’t hesitate.
- Sure, he’s there to make them happy but you make HIM happy.
- Isn’t sexual at all, unlike what you’d believe- he just wants to spend his time with you while you both have fun and know each other better.
- Loves it when you go watch him practice!!
- It’s so fun to see how you look so enamoured and fascinated by it all!
- “So cute, [Name]~”
- “Come on, Azuma! It’s the fifth time you’ve interrupted us to gush over them!!”
- Please,,, just cuddle with him while coloring mandalas during a rainy day- that’s all he wants.
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Fluffy Azuma headcanons with an S/O they've just started dating (ؔꇵ ˻̠ ؔꇵ)
Azuma Yukishiro - Fluffy Dating HCs
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Chances are, you met him through a client, or as a former client, or even through Mankai company itself. Regardless, something had drawn him to you. Now you find yourself dating him, you’ll find that he’s a loving, gentle, and affectionate partner! He’s a true gentleman and you know for a fact he would never force you into doing something you wouldn’t want to do, that you could always feel comfortable with him, so the relationship naturally develops at a pace most suitable for you both.
Azuma thinks all of your expressions are adorable; whether brows knit together in concentration as you work or study, or lips drawn into a smile as that one song you love comes on. He finds that he wants to see all of your lovely expressions, everyday from here on out, good or bad. It’s one of the reasons Azuma knows his feelings for you go deeper than just friendship.
He’ll tease you quite often, always enjoying your cutely flustered reactions. How could he not, when your blushing face is so endearing? Also, don’t assume that his effect on you will fade over time...
Azuma will welcome you into his room at Mankai, and you might find yourself spending most of your time with him there. It’s quiet and cozy and it smells wonderful, just as you had expected. He enjoys spending those little moments with you and just getting to know you better, especially when it gives him the chance to shower you in affection! Cuddling sessions are a must; inviting you into his arms and threading his long fingers through your hair, he’ll listen to anything you’d say with equal interest. He’d greatly appreciate any soft caresses in return; so often is he the one offering comfort to others, to have that same care extended to him has him feeling that he could truly fall in love with you.
Skincare dates! You can both cozy up together with face-masks, Azuma humming softly as the faint aroma of scented candles and tea leaves fill the room, just enjoying eachother’s presence; it’s a very soothing atmosphere. That, in tandem with the dreamy trance that colouring in one of his Mandala books leaves you in, can make you drift off into slumber... Don’t worry, you’ll wake up to find your skin smoother than Egyptian silk.
Petnames are abound with Azuma. So long as you’re comfortable with it, he’ll most often call you “Darling” or “Sweetie,” and you’ll find he’s actually not one to use such terms freely, not even with his clients. You’re special to him, after all; if Azuma is dating you, that means he trusts you to be someone pure in their intentions, and who will care for him as sincerely he does for them. Please treat him well!
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Thanks @sleepy-ruri for the ask! Hope you enjoy. •v•
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Hello everyone! How are all of you doing? I know I disappeared for quite some time, sorry (●´⌓`●) Life dragged me to no end haha U_U It was extremely tiring but I can manage! Here's some short self-indulgent head canons with four of my comfort characters that I wrote when I was feeling extremely anxious. It surprisingly calmed me down, pretty therapeutic coping mechanism I might say ( ˶ ❛ ꁞ ❛ ˶ ) So maybe I'll share it for anyone out there with anxiety like me, I hope reading this might calm you, even a little!
Also, thank you for 100+ followers while I was gone! I'm happy you guys enjoy my writing! (´∩｡• ᵕ •｡∩`) I made this side-blog just out of a wimp with no understanding on how to write at all, so I'm happy to share this journey with you guys! Feel free to send an ask/request!
That's all for my ramblings! (๑˙❥˙๑) I hope you guys like this short head canons, and have a nice day! Stay safe 🌻
// general anxiety, panic attack
Characters : Minagi Tsuzuru, Tsukioka Tsumugi, Hyodo Juza and Yukishiro Azuma
Tsuzuru
- He understands your feelings really well. He's pretty experienced with helping out someone with anxiety, because of his big family and Mankai
- Would try to distract you with a hug or him reading his script out loud to soothe your anxiety
- Tends to leave one of his clothes for you because he knows it gives you comfort
- If you are in a panic attack, he knows how to calm you down, rubbing your back while trying to gain your attention and ask you to follow his breathing
- One hundred percent okay with you suddenly visiting his room in the middle of the night if you need his presence to comfort your anxiousness. If he's in the middle of writing his script, he'll surely drop it. But if you don't want him to do that, he'll let you sit on his lap while he's typing away his script and talk to you
Tsumugi
- As a psychology graduate, he is the perfect guy who'd help you in a heartbeat. Knows how to de-escalate a panic attack and also know how to make you stay grounded
- Would reassure that everything will be alright and he got you. And he wouldn't leave you alone until he's perfectly sure you're okay
- Brings you to a nearby café for a breather. But if you're too overwhelmed with anxiety, he'll bring you to his garden and let you pour all of your feelings
- If you need prescription and such, he'll help you out going to a psychiatrist and accompany you if you're too scared going alone
- If you need a distraction away from feeling anxious, he'll bring you to tend on his garden or simply admire the beauty while him telling you what's the meaning of each flowers
Juza
- Having a little brother who also struggled with anxiety, he knows really well what to do to help you out
- Would bring your comfort sweets if that can help you feel less anxious, even to the extent of asking Omi to help him make your favorite dessert or food
- It doesn't show on his face, but he's very caring and observant when it comes to you
- Very efficient when calming you down and for being generally pleasant to be around with. He smells like fresh baked cake, unsurprisingly. And that always bring your smile
- Not the type to hug you or anything physical in general as his method to calm you down. But did not oppose if you ask for one
Azuma
- Would immediately notice you're feeling anxious before you even realize it yourself
- A great listener when you're telling him why you're feeling anxious. He'd ask if you want some warm drink and cuddles, and you'll feel a lot better than before
- With his experience socializing with a lot of different kind of people, he knows what to say and what not to say to make you feel less anxious
- Will also ask you to join him to do self-care routines on random occasions. Who doesn't enjoy a nice mask day, laying on the bed while listening to some good music?
- Very calm and understanding with your anxiety, especially if you burst into panic attack
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winter troupe & back hugs
✧ winter troupe & reader / headcanons, fluff
✧ spring troupe / summer troupe / autumn troupe
tsumugi: please he gets so flustered if you do, especially in the morning when he's still half asleep. probably circumstantial backpack hugs with this one, more likely to pull you in by the waist for a proper hug.
tasuku: arm around your shoulders instead of hug from behind, but it was suggested he try it at some point and he's got to admit he's a bit curious on the reaction. surprisingly chill with being hugged from behind?
hisoka: similar to misumi, but doesn't do it in public. 50% chance he falls asleep and drags you down with him, congrats on being caught in the sleepy hisoka vortex. take a nap. he is simply too flighty to be hugged from behind, let him come to you.
homare: more likely to put a hand on your upper back and go in for a cheek kiss, it doesn't really occur to him! depends on his mood whether or not he's fine being hugged, but he will politely inform you if he's not as he’s twisting out of reach.
azuma: prime offender number three my beloved, that's him. sets his chin on your shoulder to have a stickybeak. also has ulterior motives. loves being both the hugger and the hugged, twists back to kiss your forehead.
guy: unlikely, but possible? confused the first time you did it but got really chill with it really quickly, genuinely likes being hugged from behind. oddly calming for him, he can't pin why. probably likes being hugged more than hugging in this scenario.
#a3! actor training game#a3! imagines#a3! x reader#winter troupe#my writing#tsumugi tsukioka#tasuku takato#hisoka mikage#homare arisugawa#azuma yukishiro#guy#(the autofill tags for guy. what the fuck tumblr)
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Spending Valentine’s Day with Mankai!
❄️Winter Troupe❄️
Tsumugi
🥚Waking up the morning of Valentine’s day was pretty normal, to say the least.
🥚If you count finding a bouquet of flowers on your bedside table with a little note as normal.
🥚Which, with Tsumugi, it usually is, but today, there was something a bit different.
🥚He didn’t get you just any flowers this time.
🥚The bouquet was always filled with flowers with kind messages, but today almost all of them were love themed.
🥚Honeysuckle for your bonds and devotion, lisanthus for appreciation, apple blossoms for preference, and some baby’s breath for filler.
🥚At least, that’s what the note he had left next to the vase said. That, and that you were to meet him in the kitchen for a surprise.
🥚Drunk on love and sleep, you made your way to the kitchen to find Tsumugi with a pan in his hands, tending to breakfast.
🥚“Good morning, dear. How did you sleep? Oh, and did you see the flowers I got you?”
🥚You nodded yes, and told him how you slept, but let him know that you were still a bit sleepy by draping your body over him in a lazy hug.
🥚“Woah, don’t do that too suddenly, okay? You don’t wanna ruin breakfast, do you? Ah, but you’re very cute, hehe.”
🥚At his request, you backed off, and he finished up the omelet he made, plating it and handing it to you.
🥚“There we go. Oh, and I forgot something.”
🥚With that, he leaned in to give you a kiss on the cheek, pulling away with a giggle.
🥚“Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart.”
Tasuku
⚽️For Valentine’s Day, as a treat, you decided that Tasuku should choose where to go.
⚽️“Are you sure you want me to choose? Is that really the smartest decision you can come up with? Well, if I could have anything, I’d want to play soccer with you or try some street acts if you’re up to it.”
⚽️That’s what he wants for this special day? BORING. He needed a damn break! You suggested playing a game of good, old-fashioned rock-paper-scissors to decide what to do for the day. If he won, you’d do what he wanted, if you won, you got to choose the day’s itinerary.
⚽️“Are you doing this because you know I’m bad at it? Alright, if you really insist that I’m boring, I’ll win and prove you wrong.”
⚽️You were not surprised in the least when you won all three out of three games.
⚽️“There, you won, happy? What do you want to do today?”
⚽️You smiled mischievously, holding your hand out for Tasuku to take, which you used to drag him to the couch for a good, long cuddle session.
⚽️You sat next to him, snuggling into the crook of his neck, practically latching yourself onto him like a koala.
⚽️“This is what you wanna do all day? Laze around? I guess you’d want that with all the stuff I put you through, so it’s the least I could do for you. Thanks for the reminder for a break. Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.”
Hisoka
💤He mixed up Valentine’s Day and White Day, but you really can’t tell if it was on purpose or not.
💤“…hey. You’re supposed to give me marshmallows today. It’s the 14th, so it’s marshmallow day. Hand ‘em over.”
💤It seems like the mix up is more of an accident when you explain to him that today is for chocolate, and marshmallows is for later.
💤“It’s chocolate today? Can’t you still give other gifts? …thought so. Gimme.”
💤You sighed once more and tried to explain that he should be nicer when he wants something, then pulled the bag of chocolate-coated marshmallows for him out of your coat.
💤“…thanks. Can you be my pillow for a sec?”
💤You were always his pillow for when he needed a nap or just to chill out with some of his favorite treats, so you had to immediately oblige.
💤You laid down on the couch, letting Hisoka spread himself out on top of you.
💤Hisoka quickly made himself comfortable in his spot, nestling his face into the crook of your neck, the hand holding his bag of marshmallows lazily sticking out above your head.
💤From there, he was asleep almost instantly
💤“Mmn, happy Valentine’s”
Homare
🔎You probably called it already, but he wrote you a poem
🔎“Ah! There you are! I’ve been trying to find you all day! Come, sit down, sit down, my dearest! You simply must hear what I have created for the day of lovers! Ahem, ahem. An overflowing love! It flies above us like a dove! Because my love for you flies so high up above! Well, what did you think?”
🔎How you’d never tire of these silly poems, you had no idea. They may seem odd on the surface, but they always were truly heartfelt, and if you read just a little bit between the lines, you could truly see how much Homare cared for his craft.
🔎You tackled him in a hug, nearly toppling him over with your love.
🔎“You loved it that much? Ahh, how wonderful! If you feel that way about all my poems, then I don’t think I’ll ever run out of motivation! Thank you, my darling.”
Azuma
💙“Ah, dear, could you wait for a second? I have a favor to ask of you. Do you want to stay the night together?”
💙That was the question that Azuma decided to ask the night before Valentine’s Day, since he wanted to get a bit of a head start on spoiling you.
💙You had to agree, because how could you turn down an offer from a pro at the job?
💙And that was how you ended up in Azuma’s bed, his arms lovingly wrapped around you, his top hand lovingly stroking through the hair that framed your face.
💙His touch was healing, and he clearly had a knack for this sort of thing. He rambled on and on with his charming voice about all sorts of topics: your beauty, what had happened recently, and what the troupe had planned for their performance, just to name a few.
💙Azuma soon noticed your eyelids drooping a bit, and he decided that that was the perfect opportunity to send you off to sleep using a bit of his magic.
💙“Sleepy, are we? Well then, I’ll stop talking for now. Come closer, won’t you? I want to do something to help you sleep better.”
💙You shuffled your body slightly closer to his, allowing his arms to fully envelop you. Using that, he lightly dragged his fingertips up and down your spine, sending delightful shivers down it before he pulled your head into his chest, allowing you to listen to his heartbeat.
💙To finish the spell, he kissed your forehead, sending you off to sleep.
💙“Fufu. Seems like it worked. Good night, dear. I love you.”
Guy
⚙️Mans has no idea what to do for Valentine’s Day
⚙️So when you bring up the subject to him, he quickly rushes you off to his room
⚙️You have no idea what he’s doing, but you decide to follow him anyway.
⚙️“You wanted to do something today, right? This should work.”
⚙️He puts a record onto his record player and sets down the needle before sitting on the couch, motioning for you to sit next to him.
⚙️When you do, he gingerly puts his arms around you, almost mechanically pulling you closer.
⚙️When you ask what he’s doing he only replies with “Holding you close. That is what you want, correct?”
⚙️Once you actually comprehend what he’s trying to do, you felt your body soften, and you laid your head on his chest, draping your own arms around his frame.
⚙️With your ear to his chest, you could hear his heart beating. It was a calming sound, grounding you to your surroundings. His heart was there, and the beat was constant, never changing speed.
⚙️And yet, the more you relaxed, the slower his heartbeat also became. It was as if you had merged into one being, sharing a heart, and essentially, it’s what you had become, with how you had changed him.
⚙️You were snapped out of your sleepy trance by a low baritone vibrating what had become your pillow.
⚙️“I love you. I hope that you’re happy.”
⚙️I’m not crying, you’re crying
🌸Spring Troupe🌸☀️Summer Troupe☀️🍁Autumn Troupe🍁
#and I wrote Homare’s poem while half asleep and really running low on thoughts so take it or leave it bitch#I just realized all of these include cuddling in some way except for Tsumugi’s and Homare’s BRUH#I really need a hug ig#a3!#fanfiction#a3! x reader#a3! winter troupe#fuyugumi#tsumugi tsukioka#Tasuku takato#hisoka mikage#homare arisugawa#azuma yukishiro#guy lastname#guy nishiki#a3! headcanons#my fics
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Azuma 26?
Yukishiro Azuma:
The scene was almost set too perfectly.
Azuma just had this air about him that made it hard not to stare, and seeing him so truly relaxed on this vacation with you left you speechless. There was something about the elegant way he sipped his wine, the way he batted his eyelashes at you innocently when you teasingly accused him of getting all dressed up to seduce you. When he had first offered you the other spot on the free week of vacation he’d won for some radio show you had thought it would just be thoughtless fun, but your brain had done nothing but work overtime since the plane landed.
The bedroom held only one bed, to which Azuma had no qualms about sharing it with you. There was the showering with the door slightly open, the mirror offering the perfect view of his upper body as he showered away. You tried to be respectful, to not openly ogle your temporary roommate, but it was too obvious he was doing this on purpose. Taunting, tempting, doing everything but making the first move himself. You only wondered for a moment where he got his confidence because you knew it didn’t matter, in the end nothing mattered except your undeniable attraction to him.
You’re standing shoulder to shoulder with him, overlooking the scenic beach from your hotel balcony, when you finally speak up.
“Would you mind if I kissed you?”
“I think that could only make this moment even better.”
Azuma’s eyes slide shut and he patiently waits for you to make your move; you silently admired how pretty his face looked, the expect twitching of his lips as he wondered if you were going to act any time soon. Your lips ghosted over his, as if you were afraid you’d shatter the dream you found yourself in, but Azuma was having none of it. With a hand on your waist he pulled you closer, lips stealing the show by setting a much preferable pace, letting you know this was exactly what he wanted.
“I thought you might never make a move,” Azuma chuckled as you twirled a strand of his hair around your finger, feeling lighter than air at the moment, “I’m happy you decided to come with me.”
“I… this isn’t just a ‘vacation-only romance’, right? This is meant to be…”
“More?” Azuma leaned forward, forehead pressing against yours. “Do you want more? Do you want me?”
“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone more in my life.”
“Hehe. Then who am I to deny you that? I’m fond of you as well.”
#Yukishiro Azuma#Azuma Yukishiro#A3#A3!#A3 Imagines#act! addict! actors!#a3! act! addict! actors!#a3 act addict actors#yukishiro azuma x reader#azuma yukishiro x reader#scenario
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white day confession.
❄️🍶 yukishiro azuma
summary: azuma receives many gifts of admiration on valentine’s day, but he’s only returning one on white day
dedication: ruri — my divorcee of all time, internet bff, and much more, i love you! happy birthday!! 🎁🎊🎉
warnings: distance, feelings, slight angst
author’s note: this is for my best friend, ruri! i love her endlessly and so does azuma! happy birthday to the angel born on white day; azuma loves you and so do all your friends! (･ω<)☆
word count: 1,518
music: say yes – loco, punch
it was as if azuma wielded cupid’s bow, unintentionally shooting everyone within sight to fall hopelessly in love with him
after all, how could you not? he appeared like a demigod, with the grace of something heavenly and the touch of a human. azuma captured the hearts of anyone who gave him a second glance
it was only natural for him to receive confession after confession on valentine’s day, with the typical box of chocolates he disliked and traditional store-bought cards presented to him. it didn’t matter who it was; azuma would always politely reject them with a sympathetic smile before leaving behind a trail of broken hearts
it wasn’t exactly a reputation he sought after, but the title “king of broken hearts” began to follow azuma every valentine’s day
many thought they could change his mind, that they could chain him down and get him to sign a contract to commitment. azuma was blessed with ero’s wings, he could fly away from any trap possible. no one could keep azuma on the ground
except, you
azuma expected a letter from anyone but you. you were always one of his closest friends, where the line between friendship and romance blurred. it was a no strings attached kind of relationship, where you two could do anything you want but still be with each other at the end of the night
so when you carefully gave him a folded letter, azuma repressed a sigh at the foreshadowing of another failed casual relationship. he didn’t open it, nor did he say a word and neither did you. it was like a silent agreement—nothing would change if the feelings weren’t said aloud
there was this non-verbal deal to not read the letter, so azuma didn’t. but, for some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to throw it away. all he had to do was rip it up and destroy any chance of being curious
but, it was like pandora’s box. azuma would lay in bed, knowing the letter was in his bedside and all he had to do was pull open the drawers. azuma would wake up, wondering what you possibly were afraid to say, and azuma would fall asleep, dreaming of what contents were penned in your handwriting
it was like you put a love spell over him. ever since azuma received your love letter, he couldn’t think of anything else but you
unfortunately, it wasn’t a drunk decision to open your letter once and for all. azuma smoothed the wrinkles upon his forehead for the nth time, finally giving in when homare (who quickly ran away for his own good) commented about the condition of azuma’s skin
the world was quiet for once as the moonlit letter was read. the ink seemed like a fountain pen, with a lavender wax seal discarded to the side. as azuma took in your words, he unintentionally began reciting them whenever his eyes closed for a moment too long
My dearest, Yukishiro Azuma
Good day. This will be my first letter to you which I believe is long overdue. Now where do I start? Should I mention how I first fell for you? It was love at first sight. The moment you appeared in my eyes, I was struck by your beauty and I was affected even more when I heard your alluring voice which promptly sent shivers down my spine.
azuma reminisced on the past, where you two were much more naive and younger than you were now. had he truly missed the way your eyes looked towards him? how had you seen him? were you infatuated as well? for all these years? azuma was flattered to be the subject of your affections, but how was he so unaware?
How could this be? How could this possibly be? Just your first appearance already made my heart aflutter. My feelings for you grew tremendously once I started to get to know you better. I smiled when you smiled. I laughed when you laughed. I cried when you cried.
it was true you two shared a bond unlike any other. it was as if you two were truly connected; soulmates, if you will
when you smiled, he had no choice but to smile along. when you laughed, azuma found the world to be a much better place than he originally thought. when you cried, azuma did everything in his power to hold you close. you two shared something indescribable and unexplainable, that much was true
When your first leading role came, I did my hardest to support you. I gave my everything for you. Of course, this was only natural. For my heart, body, and soul belongs to you.
azuma faintly relived what it felt like when you ran into his arms, throwing your arms around his neck with a bouquet of the prettiest cecilias. it was closing night and you were the first to stand up during the standing ovation. azuma watched you like you were the star of the show that night
I can't believe that such a fine man like you exists. Oh how blessed I am! Can you see it? Can you feel it? How I wish to caress the side of your face? How I wish my lips could touch yours? How I wish to be embraced in your arms throughout the night? My darling Azuma, allow me to be by your side forever and always.
I love you, my darling.
with your signature gracing the bottom of the parchment, azuma’s heart warmed from the thought and consideration you had put into the letter. at first, the feeling was a pleasant warm sensation but quickly faded into a bitter cold
this was the first time azuma had felt truly moved by a letter before. what did this mean? did this mean... no, it couldn’t be
azuma closed the letter, his hands faintly shaking and a blush that couldn’t go away across his face. you love him, azuma repeated this in his head until he fell asleep, your words pressed against his chest
a month passes before azuma writes his own letter. a month of fleeting glances, touches that trailed for too long, and unspoken words that could change everything. although both of you tried your best to make sure nothing changed, something did
conversations that once flowed so smoothly froze over like a winter waterfall. energy that only you two knew the meaning of faded into a spark of what it once was. you two slowly grew distant no matter what either of you did. you both knew what was inside the letter now, there was no turning back
so, azuma sits down, takes out his own fountain pen, and watches the lilac wax melt above the aromatic candle. all the words he couldn’t speak were forming at the tip of his fingers, all he had to was write
if azuma shared his feelings, he’d lose what he worked so hard to maintain: his independence, his freedom, his privacy. but, after a month-long contemplation, azuma knew he’d rather lose those things than lose you
To my beloved,
Perhaps this may come as a surprise to you, but my letter is long overdue as well. Words that I cannot bring myself to share are now dutifully written upon this page; I promise you, they are as truthful as they come. I have laid out my soul bare for you to choose whether or not to accept. Please be gentle with me as I attempt to express how I feel about you.
When we had first met, you had come into my life because the heavens had blessed me with humanity’s greatest gift. What did I, an unfortunate mortal, do to deserve such a person? Overcome by my blinding adoration for you, I continued worshipping you as the gods intended. For the past years have been nothing but bliss, you are the only person who could make me feel such a way.
I could see your angel wings when you had hugged me that closing night after Winter’s first show. I should’ve told you then, but I didn’t know. I am only human, how could I know what these emotions were when I had never experienced them?
To this day, I do not know if I’ve always felt this way about you. But, I do know now. Please forgive me for taking so much time to admit the truth.
I love you, too, my angel.
Love, Yukishiro Azuma
white day had arrived. you weren’t the type to receive an influx of gifts on either days, since you only had ever given one letter to a special someone in all your life
azuma was the type to be showered in sweets, chocolates, and letters every day of the year. his charm and charisma could make anyone fall head over heels, including you. but, he had never given a white day gift before
when you turned around, you noticed a letter being held out between the hold of azuma
could it be? did azuma love you, too?
“happy white day. i love you, my angel.”
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Late Night Comforts - Azuma X Reader
This was a work made for my dear server member Era, since they love Azuma so much. I hope you're alive after this.
Azuma Yukishiro. A man who served greatly under Mankai Company's Winer Troupe, and a man skilled in his talents as an actor.
A man, who was also your lover.
The man in question, who immediately ran into your room when he heard your screams. You held your head in your hands, shivering at your sudden nightmare.
Azuma sighed, his heart unsettled that you were in such a state. He was upset with himself, as he embraced you ever so gently. He was upset with himself, since no matter what he did, your nightmares kept returning. He was upset with himself, because is there any possible way to make you feel better?
He pushed you down back onto the bed, laying next to you, wrapping one of his arms around you. He tucked you back into bed, as the bed sunk due to his weight. He pulled you close to him, closing the gap, and sharing his warmth with you.
"YN… Will you listen to me?"
You shifted a little, ruffling his shirt as your neck and head felt heavy from the lack of sleep. A little nod from you was all you could manage.
He pressed his lips against your forehead, watching you settle in his chest.
"I'm sorry I can't dispel away the nightmares you have, my darling. I'm sorry that you have to carry so much on your shoulders, even though you shouldn't have to…
I just want you to be as safe as you can be, darling. I hope I can comfort you enough so that you will sleep peacefully every single night, and I hope my words remind you that no matter what, my love for you never changes."
As he said his last, you had already fallen asleep in his arms. His gaze softened, as you snored lightly on his arm.
"Sweet dreams Camellia."
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owo the sneak peak looks *chef kiss* noice~
uhhh can i request for yandere Azuma? where reader is a bartender at the bar he mostly go to
Hehe!~ now you make me blush!❤️ Thank you! I hope that I wrote it good! I‘m pretty new to this whole “writing yandere stuff“🙈 Hopefully you like it and have a great day!!
It was a day like any other for you. You rubbed the tables clean with an old rag, made some great drinks for the customers and smiled. Smiling was the best thing you could do at your work place. Why? Because that’s sweet smile of yours was the reason why you got more tips than on smile-less days.
There was even one person, who gave you a lot of money, while he seemed to check you out. It was a silver haired man, with bright yellow eyes and tall body structure. He was perfect. But no human being could ever be perfect. That was impossible. But that smile and his voice… Oh boy, that nearly made you swoon and fall for him head over heels. With his appearance, he even looked like an angel, send from heaven above to protect you.
And you were so sure that he was one, after your little accident one night…
“Oh, hello there.” You heard a slurring voice behind you as you threw away the trash. Another drunk guy? As you turned around to tell him to leave you alone and walk somewhere else, he grabbed your wrist with a dirty and mischievous grin on his lips. The smell of too many alcohols ran through your nose. It was hopeless. That guy will be stubborn and he will for sure try something on you.
Clenching your first, ready to fight off the drunk man that tried to make his move on you, you heard a loud bumping sound behind the stranger. Thinking, that it might be due the alcohol in his blood and mind, which is why he fell down, you ignored the smiling man, who held a bottle of beer in his hand with a graceful smile. “Are you alright, my dear?”
You glanced up, meeting the eyes of the bar’s angel. “T-Thank you.” You stuttered out flustered that you needed the help of a total stranger. “No need to thank me, my dear.” Oh, that smile… That sweet sweet smile.
He was your savior. Your guardian angel. You really owed him anything, but what?
Well, there was one thing that the mysterious stranger wanted. It was you. Nothing will ever stop him in taking what belongs to him. He will get you without you even noticing it…
Azuma even planned it out, how he will gain your attention and love and it will be easier than stealing someone’s candy.
“Sir, as long as you pay us, we will do it.” Azuma gave the masked man in front of him the money, before they walked through the dark streets to do their work. Pestering the apple in Azuma’s eyes. You.
Day after day, you got into trouble. People tried to steal your money, kill you and more and there were times, your guardian angel swung by and saved the day. He would kiss your hand or cheek, telling you that you will be safe and brings you home. The actor will make sure, that you will be his forever.
“The usual drink?” – “Only if I’m allowed to bring you home.” Azuma smiled as he took the glass of his favorite alcohol from your grasp. You were thankful for every day you could spend near the angel, who protected you and gave you the sweet affection anybody could ever wish for.
But even white roses like him have thorns, that could make you bleed. Azuma was one who would never want to hurt you, but pay others to do his job. He wanted you to think of him highly and great. So why dirty his hands, if other could bring you in danger so he could be there?
“It’s stranger. Customers aren’t paying so much anymore and they want other bartenders to give them the drinks…” You pouted as Azuma walked beside you, wishing to hold your hand in his. “Don’t worry. One day you will get some.” But the guardian angel lied to you. He surely will do it as long as he could. Until his last breath. Only because he doesn’t want to share what’s his.
“I had no customer today and some people tried to hurt me again.” Tears left your eyes as Azuma embraced you in a warm hug. Just as he planned…. “Should I stay over the night?” He smiled at you, assuring you that nothing bad will happen to you. Well… As long as you stay by his side…
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Best of Dark and Bright
notes: i disappeared for over a week and come back with...... yet more a3! oh my god. anyway shrugs, it’s more azuma angst!!
rating: explicit tbh. it’s not super detailed but i mean?? yeee
pairing: azuma yukishiro / reader
word count: 2,317
He has curled up before, like a cat in the arms of a lover. This is a poor imitation.
Azuma holds his knees to his chest, the blanket thrown over most of him and his hair spread out against the disorganized pillows. He feels small like this, but not safe. No, he’s helpless, choking back hard sobs in an attempt to quiet himself.
He’s never liked sleeping alone, some things never change. Even when he was a child, he would wake missing his brother’s snoring in the bed next to him. Of course, it’s more than discomfort that keeps him from finding rest now.
There are screams every night when there is no sound of another’s beating heart to drown it out. There is a crash, three sickening thuds of skulls against glass and rubber and metal. Sirens. Then, silence.
He has not tried to go to sleep, not after slumping heavily in bed with his clothes still dotting the bare floor. He tried not to cry in front of his almost-bedfellow as the man departed, that would have been a sorry sight indeed.
Azuma can’t say this is the first time it's happened. It serves him right for assuming, he supposes, that everyone looks forward to a cuddle after a roll in the hay. Not this man. He rose like he cared very little for who he just made love to and tugged his suit back on.
Work in the morning, he said. Thanks for understanding.
There is nothing to be understood. Azuma lets hot tears come now, the feeling of hollow emptiness settling in with the fullest force. He likes sex, of course, and has never once regretted it. But to watch the back of a lover as they decide he is not worth staying for--- nothing on earth stings quite like it.
He drops his head, leaning forward until he can’t distinguish the dark of the room for the warm black of his folded arms. He closes his eyes, trying to slow his breathing to a human pace. It is a difficult task.
---
The salaryman tips his head towards you as you walk by. The hallway is otherwise quiet, still lit up so soon after dark on a weekend night. You watch him go, trying to guess which room he came from.
Sakyo seems unlikely, more the type to arrange motel visits if he wanted to bring someone home. Homare-- maybe, but the man looks a little plain for his tastes. As you brush by the otherwise dull-seeming man, you catch a whiff of a familiar shampoo and the faintest trace of lilac.
The salaryman says nothing, he offers only the cocksure smirk of a man who’s gotten some. It doesn’t set your mind at ease, most of Azuma’s lovers leave just a bit before sunrise. You’ve almost never seen them up close.
A feeling rises in you, not necessarily one of fear but instead that things might not all be right. You turn back to the hallway, walking faster now and heading towards the stairs. You’ll check on him first and work your way down the floors in more detail when you know he’s all right.
Azuma’s a good judge of character, you're sure he could take care of himself. It’s likely nothing’s happened, you’ll hear the sound of his soft breathing when you open his door. You’ll find him sleeping, nearly purring.
But his door doesn’t need to be opened very much. It’s partially ajar, showing the dark beyond and the faint outline of a figure slumped on the bed. You grip the handle and push it open fully.
“Az?” you ask, “Honey, are you okay?”
The shape on the bed moves, his breathing is far from peaceful. It sounds ragged, too similar to sobbing for you to hover for very long. You close the door and realize that the bathroom light to the left is still on, too.
“Azuma, it’s just me. What happened?”
A silver head lifts from the mattress, though his hair is half in his face you can see that he’s been crying. Before you even make it to the bed, he’s reaching for you. You sit behind him, careful to give him space. Azuma wholly discards that, shifting and twisting as much as he can until his head is safe in your lap.
“Sweetheart,” you try again, even though he’s done little else but cry since you came in. Your voice turns cold, something you don’t recognize, “Did he force you?”
“No,” Azuma sighs, sounding congested and exhausted in the same breath. He turns, brushing his hair out of his eyes. You find his golden stare unnerving, you’ve never seen him look so upset. “But he left me, he wouldn’t stay. I begged him to, but--”
“Oh, Az,” you sigh, relieved and yet still pained to see him so sad. “I should’ve kicked him in the shin, I knew he was no good.”
Azuma doesn’t say anything. He drops his head, closes his eyes. He looks tired, it’s getting late. Your lap is comfortable, he thinks.
“How about some water, okay?” you start, “I can make the bed while you put your pyjamas on and I’ll stay the night.”
“You will?” he sniffles. You nod.
“I know you--- you’re working on sleeping alone. But it’s not your fault he was a jerk,” you say.
“I thought I was a better judge of character,” he admits. You shake your head.
“No, come on,” you say, your fingers find his hair. You brush it back from his face, revealing high cheekbones and soft skin. “None of that, we all make mistakes.”
He huffs, half in an agreement and half in relaxation. Your hand feels good in his hair, cool and gentle. Azuma sighs, but rears up when your hand leaves and you start to shift.
“Don’t move,” he exclaims, reaching out again when you turn your knees and try to stand up. “Don’t leave.”
“But--” you start, “Az, I’m just going to turn the bathroom light off so you can sleep. I’m not leaving.”
He huffs again, but this one edges towards a whine. You bite your lip and go still. You can hold him a little while longer.
“Poor thing,” you mumble. His cheeks are wet, you notice. Despite your promise, he’s still crying. “So he just-- he just left.”
“As soon as I was done, yes,” Azuma admits, “I wonder if he even liked me.”
“Ah, ah, ah,” you tut, concerned at how easily doubt creeps into his mind. “If an ass like that did like you, it would be an insult. You deserve better.”
“I deserve you,” he sighs. You, to his unending surprise, nod.
“You have me, honey,” you say, “I’ll stay all night, don’t worry. But you should get cleaned up.”
“I barely want to move,” Azuma counters. You smile, just a bit.
“You don’t have to,” you say, “let me up, I’ll get a cloth. Let me take care of you.”
And the sigh that leaves him is like the last of his stress has gone up in smoke. Azuma goes almost limp in your lap for a moment, before stiffening up and rising enough for you to stand.
“Good boy,” you whisper, giving his head a pat before slouching off to the bathroom.
The bathroom looks orderly, even with bottles of product lined up on the shelves around the mirror. You find a face cloth and run the tap until warm water pours out. Then, you turn it cold and fill a glass. On your way out, you turn out the light with your shoulder.
The curtains flutter in the breeze, there’s enough moonlight to guide you back to the bed. Setting the glass on the side table, you turn to look at your new bedfellow. He’s still curled up, but less stiff than before.
“Can I turn on the light, sweetheart?” you ask. He rolls his shoulders and you see him nod.
You flick the lamp on and sit down on the bed again. This time you’re somewhere else, reaching for the edge of the blanket and guiding it gently down.
“Can I see?” you ask this time. Azuma pauses and then, after a moment, he unfurls.
He’s unmarked, it seems. Not even a love bite adorns his pale neck. His chest looks soft and his breathing seems to have slowed a bit. He stares at you, all the while, while you look. It feels strange to be the cast-off, but it isn’t the first time he’s been that.
But it is the first time, he can admit, that someone was there to want him in spite of that.
“That’s it,” you whisper, your tone turning breathy and sweet. Before you reach anywhere intimate, your hand finds his cheek. You wipe the tears from his red face with your thumb. “You can cry if you need to, but you’re not alone any more. Okay?”
“Okay,” he replies after a short breath.
“Come on,” you say, your tone is still languid and careful-- even as you pull the blanket down farther.
It’s as you expected, his cock is soft against his stomach and Azuma’s a terrible mess. He’s not shy, at least, about the way you look at him. Nor does he resist when you carefully part his legs.
You take a moment, admiring how long and pretty they are. He has legs some people would die for. Others, like you, might even kill for them. But you shake that thought from your head.
“Tell me if I’m too rough,” you say, deciding to start between his spread thighs.
He lets out a soft whimper when the warm cloth touches his skin. You start to wipe away evidence of his departed lover from the backs of his legs, moving inward and going slow.
“Too much?” you ask. He shakes his head. “Okay.”
You continue, Azuma stares at the ceiling. This is nice, nicer still that he knows it's your hand doing the work. He slumps back on the bed, wiping at his own cheeks and hoping he isn’t too puffy. He’s so tired, but he supposes an eye mask is in order.
Any thoughts of skincare falter, however, when he thinks for even a second about how good you are to him. He looks down, between his legs to you cleaning his most intimate parts like you were the one to put him in such a state. The thought makes him oddly warm.
Azuma stiffens up again when that warm, unassuming cloth and your hand moves over his dick.
The result is instantaneous. Even exhausted and spent, his body reacts to your gentle attention. He supposes he shouldn’t be ashamed of that, out of everything you’ve seen tonight. But it bothers him, oddly enough, that you might be disgusted by such a shift in his mood.
You might stop if you notice, but his cock gives another twitch. It’s useless to try and dismiss something he’s never bothered to control. It feels good, the way you’re taking care of him. Azuma closes his eyes, waiting for inevitable embarrassment on your part.
But you move on, cleaning traces of his own orgasm from his stomach. The cloth has mostly grown tepid by then and you toss it towards the bathroom without a second glance.
“It’s okay,” you tell him, “you’re all tense again. It’s fine. It’s normal to react like that. Did the cloth feel good?”
He imagines someone bashful might close their legs. Your pointed, downward look tells him any hope he had of you not noticing was foolish from the start. He nods, almost absently.
“Actually, your hand did,” he says. Honesty is the only thing that sits right with him. He can see your face, lit up by the lamp on the bedside table. You’re smiling.
“How flattering,” you say, “do you want me to--”
“What?” he exclaims, his eyes go wide. As lazy as he is at the moment, Azuma sits up and props his elbow underneath him.
“Look at you, now you're blushing,” you smile a little wider. “Don’t tell me you’re so used to rejection. That’ll make me sad.”
“I’m not,” he replies, “but I thought--”
“I said I’d take care of you, honey, do you want me to?” you ask.
His cock twitches again. Azuma nods.
“Good, then let me get comfortable,” you say.
He’s not sure why that makes his stomach twist. His cock, pretty and thin as he is gives a pleasant throb. But when he moves to reach down and relieve himself, you guide his hand away.
“Give me a second, my goodness,” you sigh, rising quickly to turn off the light. You kick off your shoes and crawl over him into the bed.
You tug the covers over you, pulling your bedmate against your chest like this is a time-honoured tradition. Azuma’s slack-jawed, stunned speechless while you move him to where he’ll be most comfortable.
Across your chest is warmer and safer than in your lap, he finds. Your hand moves down his stomach, taking his now half-hard cock against your palm.
“Be good,” you kiss the end of his nose, “it’s late, so you have to be quiet.”
He nods dully, his eyes flutter shut when you begin to stroke.
Azuma is proud of himself for keeping his senses. You have one hand in his hair and the other idly works over his shaft. It’s surreal, how differently you behave under the cover of dark. But it isn’t unnatural or odd. It feels as if you might’ve always offered this to him, quietly, in your own way. He only needed to ask.
“More,” he sighs, now. Because you’ve proven that it’s never too late to do so. The end of his request is turned up like a question, in spite of himself.
You kiss his nose again. Your hand moves faster.
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