Kazurei x Reader

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(Y/P) - Your Pronouns
(Y/FC) - Your Favourite Colour
(Y/HC) - Your Hair Colour
(Y/HL) - Your Hair Length
(Y/BS) - Your Body Shape (LOVE YOURSELF!)

Kazurei P.O.V.

     I curled up in an unfamiliar bed, opening my cerulean-marine eyes to reveal a dimly lit, grey-and-green decorated room. Random tech, loose screws, and chip, candy, and chocolate bar wrappers lay strewn across the barely-visible floor. I looked down to see a petite caramelette cradled in my arms, hanging off of me like a koala. The asexual little pidgeon had had a nightmare the previous night, and I came to help her once, with my heightened angelic senses, I had heard muffled, painful sobs emanating from her ragged throat.

     My turquoise paladin armour lay in pieces across the grey, unmarked flooring of the Green Lion dorm room. (Y/N), I thought. I should go check on (Y/P)...

     I crept out of Pidge's room down the silent, overbearing hall. I picked up a single feather that had shedded off my wing while I had walked and pressed it against the handprint scanner on the door.

     (Y/N) had input my feather and hand prints into her door, and hers to mine. Keith and Lance had done the same with their respective doors, so it must have been tradition

     My neutralfriend's door slid open soundlessly, revealing (Y/N) in all of (Y/P) sheet-tangling glory. The door slid shut, but my wings gave off a feeble golden light. I drifted through the humid air thanks to my neutralfriend's humidifier. I now floated over (Y/N)'s sleeping form, her (Y/BS) form outlined beneath the covers. I smiled as her frizzy (Y/HL), (Y/HC) locks were in a French braid since (Y/P) had taken a shower earlier. (333 words)

     I tucked a white-gold wing  over her (Y/BS) frame, loving all (Y/P) curves and all (Y/P) edges, all (Y/P) perfect imperfections. (Yes, I went there.) (Y/P) woke up, (Y/P) nose tickled by my downy feathers.

     (Y/P) turned to see me, and smiled sleepily at my dimly lit golden curls falling over my medium-dark skin. "I love you," I muttered under my caramel-scented breath, my british-indian accent coming out strongly in my slightly husky sleeping voice. If I hadn't been falling asleep so deeply, I might have heard (Y/P) whisper,
"I love you too," and snuggle into my chest, wings tucking around (Y/P).

WASSUP THAT'S MY FIRST X READER I NEED HELP GOOD NIGHT
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