#( ❀ ) ── kuronushi's love letters.

[fleetingpetal]

──────     “ another year comes to pass, full of mundanity and little joys. and hopefully, this year shall follow suit. perhaps granting you more of what you seek. happy birthday, you three~ now... give everyone your brightest smile. ”

 જ⁀➴ greetings and welcome everyone to wanderer's birthday fare !! i've been excited to share this since his prior birthday, but i never had a chance to get to it. but now; this particular day and the three following days will be all about him~ i am looking forward to be back and continue doing what i love with you all. ♡

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤᏪ ׁ PHASE I :: JANUARY 3RD ˚ ⁎ ᤱ

╭ ∘˙ TO THE NEW AND BEYOND. ° ·

╰ . the third dawn of each year was the same dawn that gifted the purple hues now inhabiting your life. and beneath those dawn-kissed clouds resides the individual who shone as bright as the moon, awaiting the rising sun to greet him.

╭ ∘˙ YOUR END, MY ORIGIN. ° ·

╰ . eternity streches things out for a long time, but each moment within becomes all the more fragile. such is the unreciprocated sentiment he once held for the very beings he loathed, and to the dove he'd forsaken in a past that had since bid its farewell. but when that dove returned, fervency and yearning sought their return to his already troubled mind. to reach you, and not foresake you again.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤᏪ ׁ PHASE II :: JANUARY 4TH – 5TH ˚ ⁎ ᤱ

╭ ∘˙ SNOW–DORNED. ° ·

╰ . “with the pink on my cheeks, i'm scared that it means i'm a little bit soft.”

╭ ∘˙ ILLUSTRATED WITH LOVE. ° ·

╰ . a piece of his life; etched onto paper.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤᏪ ׁ PHASE III :: JANUARY 6TH ˚ ⁎ ᤱ

╭ ∘˙ UNDER SUNLIT LANTERS. ° ·

╰ . golden hues adorn the night clouds, and from a distance; two wandering stars reunite.

╭ ∘˙ INTERWOVEN ETERNITIES. ° ·

╰ . leaves of uncertainty dance to the breeze of yearn, cascading down to the feet of his shadow gazing upon whom was once something inane. a faded branch of eternity, and an ever growing branch of forgiveness.

[fleetingpetal]

⠀⠀──── . + TO THE NEW AND BEYOND.

͏ જ⁀➴ the third dawn of each year was the same dawn that gifted the purple hues now inhabiting your life. and beneath those dawn-kissed clouds resides the individual who shone as bright as the moon, awaiting the rising sun to greet him.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀── ꒰⁠ THE ECCENTRIC SQUAD ꒱⁠˖ truckload of fluff.

creation notes ꣑꣒ 3.1k words , kabukimono's segment is set in his series , kunikuzushi's and wanderer's are separate timelines , a bonus is added for fun because he ( who isn't kuronushi ) deserves a bit of attention too.

content warnings ꣑꣒ while this is largely fluff; there's a bit of hurt with comfort if you squint. all and all; there is nothing serious of note other than spoilers. the styling is a bit all over the place .. i wrote a lot of these on the brinck of passing out ( it's way past my bedtime as we speak ).

additional notes ꣑꣒ happy birthday wanderer, and happy belated birthday @kabumochi ᰔᩚ this is long overdue, but hope you like it nonetheless (^^

星. ( 839 words. )

kuronushi's manner of celebration is to let the day pass. it's not much in the grand scheme of things, honestly. writing, practicing for an upcoming performance, having tea... all in a day's work, and in his perspective; enough of a celebration. he's still here, is he not? that's something to commemorate.

of course, such a perspective changed when you unceremoniously invited yourself into the confines of his heart; as any other cliche love story goes. however, there was something regarding your method that struck a foreign cord within his ribcage — it couldn't be your enthusiasm, and it most certainly couldn't be because you had to.

the fifth kasan wasn't the best with kindred spirits such as yours, straying far beyond the realms of his comprehension to a degree that intrigues him rather than perplexes him. and to say that he woke up in the dead of night to feel nothing within his embrace wasn't a surprise. faint hums, the slow and steady steps; ensuring he's resting. “you never sit, do you...?” he mutters a tad groggily to himself with a slight, amused smile.

the reluctance to guide himself out of bed wasn't enough to overtake his desire in seeking your presence, taking a rather leisure time in making the journey to the kitchen, not letting out a sound as the shoji door slides open. and a softer smile adorns kuronushi's exhausted face in an instant upon spotting your familiar silhouette, too preoccupied with whisking the matcha powder for what one can only presume to be his favorite ‘sweet’ treat. not bothering to pay much mind to whatever you were making, he greets you with a loose embrace from behind, and his lips on the bridge of your neck and shoulder.

“songbird...” the endearment slips in a whisper against your skin, cold breath sending the slightest tingle down your spine. his voice was weighed with sleep just as his figure pressed against your own from behind was. “what's occupying you this late, hm?”

“care to guess?” you counter with a small smile, not as fazed by the sudden greeting. his heart is set aflutter seeing that smile of yours, as ever. “too early for this.” the almost instantaneous response earns him a slight chuckle out of you, a sound that soothes his drowsy soul. you abandon your preparations for the morning for now, directing your full and undivided attention to a loopy kuronushi.

little to no words were exchanged as you accommodate, turning yourself around to face him. that earlier inquiry hung in the air, and a gleam of excitement illustrated your gaze. such a sight only ignited his wonder further, trailing a hand to softly cradle your cheek and the other still securely yet loosely maintaining the proximity. he needn't voice his curiosity, for you already know.

“as you know, i couldn't sleep, so i figured i can make some early preparations. simply put,”

“happy birthday, 'nushi.”

you don't mince words nor give him a moment to prepare for such a simple, heartfelt wish. spoken with a smile. and the expression you fetch isn't a new one; the tinge of surprise adorning his gaze clashing with something you cannot make out. it doesn't take long for a smile to adorn his face, and soon enough; a subtle chuckle. as his fingers slowly trailed a path to the back of your head, gently combing through your locks. “sweetheart,” he utters, drowsy voice carried by that smile of his.

“couldn't you have waited until the morning to tell me this?” “surely you don't believe i can?”

a series of subtle chuckles follow suit this time, unable to resist feathering a lingering kiss to your forehead before adding more of his peace on the matter. “once you return to sleep, perhaps you can.” he muses while drawing himself away just about enough to meet your gaze. “we'll...” a pause. “...we'll take the day together.” you nearly beam at the prospect. “promise?”

kuronushi's manner of celebration is to let the day pass. but maybaps...

“i promise, songbird.” he whispers, pausing on threading through your hair to cradle your cheek once more. fondness painting the blank canvas of exhaustion that presently outlined every part of him. in a moment of weakness, he rests his forehead against yours, midnight locks grazing your skin. he cannot prevent his smile from returning upon feeling the light kiss to his lips, not hesitating to reciprocate before eventually withdrawing after a short moment.

“now,” you hummed, gazing at his tea set perched atop the wooden table from over your shoulder. “what'd you say to tidying this up then returning to bed?”

“not remarking about my ‘loopy’ state this time?” “thanks, but no thanks. it's too early for your own games.”

kuronushi didn't push his luck, merely allowing a breathy chuckle to roll off his lips before relenting to his desires again. after all,

“that aside... i would prefer that.”

he had a whole day ahead of him tomorrow. only you and him against a never ending mundanity.

太陽. ( 731 words. )

kabukimono never really knew the concept of birthdays. they weren't entirely foreign, but his knowledge maintained a fair distance from that very concept all the same. merely familiar with the name rather than the custom.

it didn't sprout in the back of his mind for a while until izumi brought it up to you in the midst of cooking a simple breakfast a month prior at the time, with the eccentric puppet listening in with keen curiosity. “isn't your birthday in a few days, (name)?” the little one asked while taking a sip of water. “mhm. on the third of december. why, are you hoping we spend it collecting melons again?” a soft smile adorned your face as you look over at your little brother, said smile softening upon seeing his silent affirmation while taking yet another sip of water.

a pair of curious eyes, however, never quit observing you. directing your attention back to your cooking buddy; kabukimono. “a birthday?” he inquires with a slightly raised brow, to which you and izumi share a glance before looking back at him in sync. quite frankly, he was starting to grow a little nervous under the surprised looks of yours and the little boy's. though it didn't reside within him for long once that ever familiar understanding smile grazed your features.

“a birthday is the day you were born.” you enlighten his inquiry, plain and simple, but for some reason; the young soul appeared rather solemn. to a certain extent, but not enough to elude you. “kabuki?” the little one chimed in, sewen doll in hand as he stood beside between you and his friend.

“ah... it's nothing.” he reassured with a slight smile, subtly shaking his head to emphasize his point. you were aware of the silence that was about to follow, almost instantly occupying it by resuming cutting the lavender melons. kabukimono followed, feeling a lump in his throat; guilt weighing him down. goodness; why did he have to be so careless? was a recurring thought.

“...you mentioned you were found by a swordmaster from tatarasuna, right?”

your inquiry rendered him to pause and glance to your direction again. you earn yourself a slight nod in response. “if you don't mind me asking,” you begin, hesitant and with gentle reproach. “when were you found?”

truthfully; you and izumi felt a flicker of relief wash over your beings upon seeing kabukimono's eyes light up. he ensured to take a moment before responding, just as you patiently awaited him. “the third of january.”

your head immediately turned to his direction, while izumi tensed with what one presumed to be excitement. something akin to it, at least.

“that's...” “it's today!”

you did not dare ask why he couldn't have told you two sooner, but that didn't matter much in the grand scheme of things now. “izumi,” the little boy looked up to meet your gaze, reciprocating your expectant smile with a bright one. “mind taking kabuki to our usual go-to spot?”

“what? but—” kabukimono attempted to protest, wanting to keep his promise of assisting you with breakfast, but you kindly interject. “it's alright. it's only my portion left anyway, i'll join you two once i'm done. here's your lavender melon soup,” you hand the bowl to your friend then turn to the little one. “and here's yours, little brother. careful now.” you remind the two before encouraging them to set off before you.

a mere wanderer he once was, not much to his name and identity; distant and detached. but right there and then, as he carefully guided izumi to carefully sit beside him, soon greeted with you joining them as per your word... the hot, salty and herbal liquid of the soup residing within the bowl between his palms, his closet friends, no — family, sitting beside him and watching the sunrise under the shades of rosy petals dancing to inazuma's faint melodies, pink and purple hues of dawn gently kissing you three chatting the early morning away, and at that moment;

“happy birthday, kabuki!” izumi beams, beaming whilst offering his portion of lavender melon soup as a gift. the endearing sight rendering a quiet, delighted laugh to flood past your lips.

from kabukimono's perspective, reduced to the same fragile soul he once was ( always had been ) but in the eyes of who saw him as their own,

he was the happiest they've seen him.

月. ( 841 words. )

scaramouche was never present for his birthday. always preoccupied with his duties, confined within the doctor's laboratory, so on and so forth... another boring day as it ever were, nothing more, nothing less.

the thought of doing nothing never stayed it's welcome on his agenda. even with his secretary around; those papers will keep piling, and the soldiers will require ten times the training. there was never room for free time, and on a day traditionally celebrated? absolutely not. besides,

“it's redundant.” the balladeer has long since convinced himself of that notion. for his manner of celebration was but a loop of the same things over, and over, and over —

he paused by the entrance to his office, fingertips hovering over the handle attached to the door. with a slight, exasperated sigh, not looking forward to the pile of papers that was going to greet him; he pushed the door open. however, a different surprise awaited him.

perched on the left side to the table was a that good old pile of papers, but it's settled to the left. far enough to allow room for cake and a whole tea set to accompany the empty space of the desk. “...” perplexed was the most likely the best way to sum it up. didn't help that you asked for a break today, so— “(name)?” shit. he didn't mean to let the slight confusion slip.

seated more than comfortably on scaramouche's chair was none other than the renowned angel of the sixth harbinger's subordinates ( in their eyes ); you. a cup of tea in hand as you do... nothing. hearing your name echo throughout the cozy space of his office; you spun the chair around just enough to meet his gaze. “welcome back.” you smile, assisting yourself back on your own feet.

“the warm welcome is nice, but what are you doing here? did you not want to take a break after your needless insisting yesterday?” the balladeer crossed his arms over his chest, raising a brow by the littlest bit. skeptic and displeased as ever. “i did, but it's over now.” you murmur while situating your teacup down, taking the empty teacup and filling it to nearly the brim with piping hot green tea. situating the little thing atop the small plate then extending the cup out to him. “here.”

his eyes darted down to the teacup in your hand, lips pursed by the slightest bit. you don't fail to notice the way he glanced at the neatly organized pile of papers. ”if you're worried about that; i wrapped them up for you.”

“pardon?” “i'm serious.”

“all of it?” he made the effort to double check, to which you feign offense at. “so much for trusting your secretary.” but the play did linger for long, encouraging him to take the teacup. “but yes, all of it. because today; you're the one on break.”

“i am sorry, what—” “not another word, thank you.”

scaramouche parted his lips to protest, but nothing came out. beneath the indifference was someone who, quite frankly, was tired. with a subtle huff, he walked past you, easing his coat off his shoulders and perching it on the unoccupied chair you often made yourself comfortable on. his muscles relax by the slightest bit as soon as he sat down. and this cake... “and this is for?” he eyed you from his more than comfortable position as you sat on the edge of the desk, taking a sip of his tea. the hot beverage soothing him more than he figured it would. this whole set-up felt a bit... suspect.

“you, silly.” “alright; why are you all chummy today, hm?”

you couldn't suppress the soft chuckle that escaped you, earning you a further hint of confusion in his gaze rather than skepticism. “it's your birthday, no?” in a rare moment of weakness; kunikuzushi's expression falters. pieced with subtle shock via the way his eyes widened by the littlest bit before he snapped himself out of it.

but what could he possibly say to that? not when the first two times you did this; he foresaked you for work. “anywho... the bakery was closed, so i gave my best shot at making your favorite dessert.” you beamed, enough to snap him out of another train of thought. scaramouche directed his gaze to the cake again. dark chocolate, with a stupid looking version of him drawn in the center of the pastry. “how ridiculous...” he muttered to himself, uncaring to whether you caught his words or not.

you watch intently as he sliced a piece at his own pace, though indifferent as ever, he's slightly content. progress. he occupied himself with a small bite, the bitterness delightful enough to send his inner mind to a state of bliss. the one you're watching however, “never bake again.” “hey now; i spent days perfecting this stupid recipe with columbina.”

kunikuzushi chuckled heartily into his second bite at your words, rolling his eyes before reaching for his teacup to take a sip.

so much for celebrating a birthday.

日食. ( 740 words. )

the wanderer had only recently begun ‘celebrating’ his birthday. a small gathering with nahida and you mostly, but nothing beyond it since the akademiya often took up his time. however, you and the little sprout wanted something more special for him. so long as it wasn't grandiose under your suggestion, there should be no problem.

and now? you are in the akademiya. same as your eccentric wanderer in every regard.

break times were a hardship like the abundance of lectures you two take together. and honestly? you can understand why he spends most of his time scribbling random things instead of taking notes, these lectures are nothing short of boring, eventful only on rare cases where the wanderer is competing.

his side of this little mishap on nahida's end, though... he's taking a bit of enjoyment in having a familiar face around, everytime he'd glance to your side; he would smile in amusement at your predicament then resume scribbling whatever came to mind.

then passing the paper to you.

‘drowsy much?’ his little note read the first time you two begun making this a habit. slowly, as time flew, it evolved into both notes and scribbles alike. with now being such an example. almost everyone familiar with him within the akademiya's boarders is seeking to wish him well on his birthday at most, enigmatic as he was with little to no information regarding him aside from you and the little sprout. it didn't elude the wanderer, your giddiness that is. but oddly of all; you've been avoiding him like the plague.

in the midst of another lecture, he passed you a note. ‘mind indulging my curiosity?’ the note read, and you did as stated... by playing pretend. ‘regarding what?’ you wrote beneath his inquiry. his gaze softened slightly.

‘you're not exactly slick, you know.�� he paused and directed his attention to the professor, toying with the pen between his fingers. feigning his attentive attention before returning to the topic at hand. ‘avoiding me.’

peculiarly to wanderer; you smiled softly. giving him the attention he's been lacking since this morning. rather than writing something in response, you resort to scribbling something. a cup of tea...? he eyed you from the side before adding his own. a cat glaring at you. you do your utmost to prevent even the slightest chuckle from escaping you, holding your unoccupied hand up to your lightly pursed lips curved up into a smile. he found the sight quite cute, with the sunlight emitting from the large windows illuminating your features.

once having took a moment to recollect yourself, you pick up your pen and began drawing something atop the cat's head. a birthday hat.

the small smile of amusement faded from wanderer's face, replaced with an expression of acknowledgement with a hint of feigned bemusement. ‘be serious, (name).’ he wrote for you then added on. ‘i was a little serious, i'll admit.’ you respond on your shared piece of paper then finally take the chance to allow your request to seep through, now that the jig was up. ‘meet me at our usual spot?’ he doesn't respond verbally, giving a subtle nod. how could he say no to you, really.

‘i'll see you then.’ his expression spoke.

once the akademiya side of things would be over; you two would spend some alone time before stopping by the sanctuary. and it was then that vulnerabilities slowly open, though subtle. his past but a frozen dream, lost to all time, erased and set free. but when the wanderer saw your gift; it was akin to reopening a gash. but in the gentlest manner possible.

“ever since you made me that doll; i thought to reciprocate the gesture.” you murmur as you two settle under the shades, a doll you sew resting softly on the palms of your hand. resembling you to an extent. “just as you are with me, i am now with you. even in the closet distance.” your beaming smile as you uttered those words was incredibly unnecessary, he wanted to convince himself.

“...you never settle, do you?” wanderer mused to himself mostly. a kindness such as this never recoils, carrying the taste of a forgiveness that if it were for the him in a past long gone would deem undeserving. but you won't take that to heart.

“happy birthday again.”

you murmur once again, to which he responded by loosely entwining his fingers with yours.

BONUS !!

the wanderer who prior to obtaining his memories and vision :: greatly prioritizes your happiness on his own day. to an uncanny extent; he somewhat believes he isn't enough for you, doesn't truly deserve you because unlike you; he's incomplete. but he doesn't take that to heart all that much.

a lot of letters. he thoroughly enjoys writing his feelings about the day he spent with you down in his journal and unapologetically sends a copy over, knowing that you'll adore it to bits. just as he loves you unapologetically in silence and earnest.

[fleetingpetal]

kiss. — wc. 404

somewhat suggestive? i don't know. a lot of kisses though ‹3

kuronushi had always adored — loved kissing you. anywhere and at any time, boundless love continues to pour out of him in waves via words and, more favorably for him, actions.

the eccentric kasan cannot begin to explain how much he truly loves you, the unspeakable lengths he'll go to in order to prove and let you understand just how much he's infatuated with you. his muse, his loving darling, his only source of light in an otherwise dim life. he'll provide, he'll take, and it still wouldn't satisfy his very being that if it came down to giving away; he would.

only for you.

it is as such when he thinks about how those subtle sighs that roll off your lips, resounding so sweetly in his ears as he feathers chaste kisses to your neck, the way you'd lazily comb through his soft midnight locks as he delights himself to kissing your thighs oh so gently, leaving marks through gentle bites to your skin, relishing in the sight of you responding accordingly to one of his many loving gestures.

“i love you,” kuronushi often declared in the midst of restless nights, his embrace around you unwavering for even a moment as he only continues drawing you closer to his side, abandoning those scrolls he was writing on, abandoning that hot cup of tea you brewed for him ( as much as he wanted to drink it ), all in favor of relishing in your presence more and sneaking in a few kisses to your shoulder.

“i love you,” kuronushi often whispered against your skin, regardless of which part of your body his lips linger on. but nothing in inazuma's lands or beyond it could ever compared to the way he feels your lips curve up into a slight smile as those three simple words, weighed with so much emotion, roll off his lips and onto your own. with the cherry on top being your own deceleration left unsaid, shielded behind you entwining his lips with your own once again.

“i love you.” kuronushi often mused to his scroll as he sat beside you, watching you dote on a stray kitten who refused to leave your side, admiring the sight of your smile beneath the soft sunlight emitting from the cloudy sky above. and in the midst of your distraction with the little feline,

he leaned in, feathering a soft and lingering kiss to your cheek.

[fleetingpetal]

꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ — koneko no netsu.

|| three little felines in a small crate was what you found on your way back home with groceries. the rain was heavy that day, and the little ones were practically looking at you with plea to take them back with you. and you did; determined to take care of them and naturally convince kuronushi to allow the kittens to stay with you two in your shared home.

content warning. absolutely nothing apart from 'nushi addressing you by many endearments and his lore established in this mini series is all fanon and written personally by me. same goes for inazuma's setting :)

additional notes. this mini series has been on my mind since my cat birthed three little menaces lmao but! while this concept was supposed to be with wanderer initially, i ended up going for kuronushi because why not~ and perhaps because i wanted to write a lot of fluff after the damage my kabukimono series has done (⁠；⁠^▽^)

artwork credit. swx___ on twt.

— unexpected greeting.

the little one named kabukimono.

the little one named kunikuzushi.

the little one named shingetsu.

— bittersweet goodbye.

[fleetingpetal]

જ⁀ 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐠. ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

. . . very self-explanatory. you merely wanted to give your lover a hug.

— ꒰⁠ the eccentric squad ꒱. fluff.

word count ( combined ). 612.

content warning. absolutely nothing apart from everyone ( except 'nushi ) being surprised pikachu face, but different flavors.

additional notes. please have this really short and kinda rushed piece until i work something out for my 100 followers special that isn't just a kabukimono drawing thanks 🤍

星. ( wc: 114 )

out of the four — kuronushi is the least surprised one. but you do earn an amused yet warm smile out of him. his arms would envelope you in a soft embrace.

despite the calm disposition; you had his heart soaring in his chest. and truly, even if something was weighing on your mind, he would still reciprocate with a heartbeat because if there is one thing the kasan adores; it's spoil his loving darling with love.

“what’s with the sudden gesture, songbird?” he'd ask in a knowing tone, which earns him a slightly sweeter smile and for your gentle embrace to tighten slightly in response.

that was all he needed for an answer.

太陽. ( wc: 146 )

kabukimono undergoes the five stages of grief, but make it surprise.

first it would be him being the very embodiment of a statue as he remains still in place, rightfully taken aback. the second would have him internalizing that this is reality, he wasn't having another fleeting dream again. the third would leave him internalizing this some more as his arms subconsciously wrap around your figure. the fourth would be the stage of realization as a small smile adorns his face, a smile that eventually softens then brightens as the fifth stage would be him enthusiastically reciprocating the embrace.

“you startled me for a bit there,” the puppet would confess with a slight laugh, “is something wrong?”

“not at all,” you'd respond, your tone warm and reassuring as ever. which only makes his smile widen in sheer joy.

“i just wanted to give you a hug.”

月. ( wc: 173 )

out of the four — kunikuzushi is the most surprised one. the definition of a statue as his mind short circuits. the tension hugged him tighter in contrast to you, and he looks at you; confusion clouding the incredibly faint glimmer of curiosity in his eyes.

just what exactly is going on through your head this time to distract him from doing his nails? honestly, how annoyingly unpredictable could you get. but the balladeer digressed, choosing to situate a hand of his on your back. it was the best he could do for now.

“what is it?” he'd ask in a quiet tone, his gaze expressing indifference yet his touch on you is gentle and lingering as he brought you a little bit closer to him. his hand subconsciously trailing down to your lower back as your embrace grew warmer and more reassuring to him, causing the tension to leave his body bit by bit.

“nothing.” you replied, still maintaining that smile of yours as you felt his arm loosely wrap around you.

日食. ( wc: 179 )

the wanderer is a bit of both kabukimono and kunikuzushi. sure, you suddenly decided to hug him while he was occupied with cooking lunch for the two of you and nahida, but the gesture wasn't unwelcome. neither was it unwanted.

he was still occupied with cutting the zaytun peaches and the bulle fruits for the little sprout, so how he reciprocates your embrace is by pausing his work and leaning his head slightly against yours, a slight smile adorning his face as he observes the way your expression brightens at his choice of how to reciprocate the gesture.

his lips sneakily find their way to plant a featherlight kiss to your head before he directs his attention back to slicing the bulle fruits into neat, ever so slightly uneven cuts. and the wanderer relishes in being able to feel your gaze on him, better yet, being in your arms from behind. but such words are feelings are better left unsaid.

after all, you are aware and so is he. what's the point in expressing such feelings through words?

[fleetingpetal]

// 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 .

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[fleetingpetal]

eccentric squad hcs: birthdays.

kabukimono isn't too familiar with the concept. truthfully, he has heard about it, but never has he bore witness to the custom of celebrating the day. one thing the puppet has picked from you is to follow what he feels and believes to be right, and in this case; he's ensuring your smile stays radiant all the while he cooks your favorite meal. it's a simple gesture as he doesn't really have anything grand to offer, but the moment you are greeted with what he cooked for you with the help of katsuragi who gave him advice on making your favorite dessert on your humble dinner table alongside some tea, the smile that adorned his face couldn't possibly get any brighter.

kuronushi never really paid any mind to "such a thing" as he considers it. he rarely — actually never — celebrates his own birthday because the concept to him feels stale and not as intriguing. he prefers his solitude. but when you came into his mundane life; it was as if a million doors, each filled with many possibilities and new experiences have been opened for him. what was once such a stale thing was now held dear to him, never has ever thought of never providing you the joy you provide him. and so, as your birthday drew near, he ensures the best possible atmosphere in his favorite spot on kannazuka island; scrolls and ink brush in hand as he draws a portrait of you alongside writing a haiku for you. by the time you're home, you're immediately dragged to sit on his lap as he muses all about you.

kunikuzushi ( the balladeer ) quite frankly doesn't care. similar to kuronushi, he finds it stale but to the benevolent sixth harbinger; it is something he finds completely unnecessary. and again, similar to kuronushi, a lot of things have been opened once you stepped into his life — you make him happy in a way that feels sickening to him, the mere thought of you makes a foreign warmth envelope his chest and... honestly, those feelings you bestowed upon him are a hassle to deal with. yet here he is, taking you out on an unexpected "get-together" as he perceives it in your favorite café in snezhnaya. allowing you to order whatever you desire with it all on him; as he watches you treat yourself like you deserve all with a small smile hidden behind a cup of coffee. spoiling you despite your protests was indeed the best way he could go on about celebrating it for the time being.

the wanderer is a simple individual. while birthdays, just like his previous incarnations, is something he doesn't celebrate a lot if not at all — for you, he's willing to make both an exception and an effort. sewing has been something he returned to doing recently, and similar to how he done with a little fledgling he used to nurture; he sews a doll for you. two actually — one that looks a lot more like him that he insists you keep on your person while the other looks like you, which he keeps with his other companion residing under his hat. teasing him about how long it took will earn you a scoff out of him as he replies with a less than vague answer. but apart from that simple yet meaningful gift, he does it all while you're in his safe space, somewhere in the rainforest in which only the wind is witness to his immense love for you.

[fleetingpetal]

eccentric squad hcs: petnames and endearments.

kabukimono is surprisingly not one for petnames and endearments. at least not often. he adores hearing you address him by such, but he doesn't address you by anything apart from your name. you playfully inquired about why he doesn't address you the way you do him with petnames and endearments, but he only smiled; exclaiming about how your name is much too wonderful and better suits you than any other endearment out there. he doesn't address you by petnames, he prefers endearments; with his favorite to use being "dear." exactly the one you address him by often. as addresses you by such an endearment, a bright smile adorns his face at the sight of you smiling in response to it.

kuronushi is down bad enough to use every endearment and petname he believes suits you. he is an individual of words when it comes to you, and he loves you enough to be openly affectionate with you without a care of teyvat's sky. while you address him by nicknames and endearments more than petnames, he is a sucker for all three — never ceasing to leave you dumbfounded and at times a little touched by how much he truly thinks about you and which suits you best. his most frequently used are your nickname along with "love" and "darling." saying them with such love as he gently traces your jawline and smiles at the sight of that soft shade of red creep up to your cheeks and that ever familiar smile he so adores.

kunikuzushi ( the balladeer ) is at all not one for such a thing, deeming the gesture as of little to no significance to him. but surprisingly, he does have a nickname for you. albeit something he uses very rarely, he does address you by said nickname when you happen to be down. if you have the courage to read his journal that he rarely writes in ( you did read a bit ) he muses about using the same tactic you use as a signifier that he's in trouble, but backwards; while you address him as "kunikuzushi" to signify he's in for a bit of trouble, he uses endearments for you as a signifier that you are in deep trouble — all with a sly yet hallow smile as his hand find its way to rest on your shoulder as he whispers a husky, low spoken "my love" into your ear. honorable mention to "sweetheart" that he uses once in a blue moon.

the wanderer alternates a lot. mainly because it's very mood dependent on both your and his end, but it's more of the latter. he addresses you by name a lot more, but behind closed doors, he finds himself unable to suppress the desire to reciprocate every single time you address by his name, by an endearment, whatever it may be with so much love that it leaves his heart weighed down from how overwhelmingly good your love feels. that desire is never triggered until he holds you close or the other way around, doesn't matter, so long as he's held close to you — a small smile adorns his face as he watches that smile of yours widen whilst he holds you closer to him, his lips planting a soft kiss to the corners of yours. similar to 'nushi, "darling" is a common one for him. but if he's feeling particularly good, he uses either "doll" or "dollface."