#genshin impact kaedehara kazuha

[erabu-san]

He didn't want to remember.

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I miss them. When will HYV bring them back in an event together 😭

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SYNOPSIS: Kazuha, a well-known tailor in Inazuma, had a spouse. It's only a shame that his spouse is known for their 'infidelity' in his eyes. [ songfic ]

TW/S: Yandere tendencies, stalking, minor and major character death/s, emotional manipulation in a way, gore, violence, fire/arson, sewing... questionable fabric, unreliable narrator, shifting POVs, dead dove: do not eat, dollification, delusional thinking, Kazuha progressively loses it till the end, beheading, oh God this fic and tws are long Im so sorry―

NOTE: During the fic, it is recommended to listen to "The Tailor of Enbizaka". It will make sense when you read through this fic :)

(also, I apologize if this took a while for me to write. I got busy and writer's block hit me :( anyways, second work and its the best boy! Though, I hope you all don't blame me for fucking him up. Also also!! This is very much a long, LONG fic— like 2k+ long, so 🫡 gl soldier, I'll see if I don't need to make this to a 2 part series)

(update: this fic took 6k words, good luck y'all, this one is a WILD ride)

In Inazuma, there is a tale that is shared by many about a crimson clad man and his lover.

The others never settled on what he looked during the day before his death, nor were they sure what his prior job was before he became a tailor. However, they always complimented him for his looks and his skill, knowing that whatever he used as his own special fabric would be tailored and taken care of well.

Even with one full of holes and tears, he is gifted with the ability to patch them up till it was brand new. In the village he lived in, he was regarded for having such a talent, and he had his shop open and full of visitors.

However, the only thing that made people question him was his behavior. Despite how mild-manner the tailor was, he often comments on how his beloved darling refused to come home and continues to cheat on him.

Many those that still lived during the time said the crimson-eyed tailor acted delusional, but just how far can those delusions go?

No one knows but the man himself... And the one who persecuted him, too.

It was that year since I've seen my beloved after the accident.

A year that, when I saw them, I've longed to see them and speak to them about our time together as a married couple.

To begin with, I am Kaedehara Kazuha, or― as the townsfolk here call me, the 'Crimson-Eyed Tailor'. Although I am highly regarded for my craftsmanship, many told me that I am odd for my adoration for my beloved maple.

Why is it that odd? I thought all married couples do this, even if some think that it feels off.

Besides that, however, my darling isn't quite aware of my... Endeavors. More specifically, their streak of getting out for hours, perhaps days and weeks, and not even coming around to speak to me.

I am bound to them by an oath when we were married: we both drank sake together under that faithful light of the moon, with only nature watching over us. However, it would seem as if they have forgotten that, and ended up cheating on me in broad daylight.

Like they had no such shame.

Alas, I am but their husband, and I can't simply get mad at my beloved spouse. I know they did no wrong, for they sometimes meet with others as an act of being 'friendly'.

So while I focused on fixing the kimono, I've began to hear something that had been passed around in the village.

Something related to my darling's little ventures.

"I have spoken to [Name] about the matters in their marriage recently," one of the ladies spoke, her voice not so soft enough to conceal who she was speaking about as I fixed the fabric in my hands.

"And from what they told me, they're getting their kimono fixed for when their lover returns home!"

I simply continued on sewing, but the lady's next words had me flinch.

"Ah, they've been married for years, aren't they? And it seems they even have their shiromuku ever since their marriage to sir Kamisato Ayato. How romantic!"

...

The blood continues to spill on my finger, with the needle that I used pricking it when I've lost focus and got too careless.

How uncouth.

From the tale shared by the folks of Narukami Island, they talked about the crimson-eyed tailor's marriage with his supposed 'spouse': an immigrant of sorts from Fontaine, traversing to Inazuma to meet with their lover.

Their relationship together is strange. From the accounts of those with prying eyes, they said that he was the only one putting an effort to their relationship, and they wished to take it slow.

However, there are those that disagreed, saying that it had been the other way around— and it was he who wished for them to slow down.

No one can decide what the tailor had done, for they can't even tell if his desires were to rush or to slow down. But what can be confirmed is one thing everyone kept saying.

He doesn't like his trust being broken.

It had been days after hearing what I did.

I hadn't seen my dearest beloved in those days, and the day I saw them had been when the heir of the Kamisato clan had returned.

I had been busy as ever in sewing till I realized that I'm running out of thread. I don't have any spares, and I'm well aware that there are a few shops that sell supplies for sewing.

And so, on a lazy afternoon, I've got out of my shop in the hopes that I can catch the store to buy the supplies I needed.

The soft sound of wood hitting the pavement greeted my ears, alongside hushed murmuring and discussing with the commonfolk. I greeted a few that noticed me in passing, but they were swift to return to the people they were speaking to prior.

It was a mundane thing, really. But it was the type that felt familiar.

Turning a few corners, I managed to locate the shop I was looking for. Walking up the stairs, I waved at the lady taking care of the store—

—not before my ears perked up at the soft chattering in the distance.

My eyes trailed over to the source, and then, I see them.

My beloved maple.

I saw that they were conversing with the heir of the Kamisato clan, his hand reaching over to hand them a small gift: a small box, with the ribbon being the color of purple. I spot the gleam of gold on top of the ribbon, which eludes me to think that it is the insigna of the clan crested in gold.

How tacky.

I had to hold back the urge to stop them as their conversation was hard to discern, my focus back on the woman running the shop with the supplies I require.

"Hello, madame," I greeted, making the woman smile and nod in greeting as well. "Do you need fabric again, Kaedehara?"

I chuckled, but it was only to mask the bits of instability in my voice.

"Oh, not fabric, madame. I simply desire thread. I have ran out of red and black, and I didn't want to delay the commission I had from monsieur Lyney. Do you have any right now?"

"Red and black thread, hm? I can check at the back. Please give me a moment to look."

With a bow, the seamstress turned around to leave. With that, I let go of the breath I held and turned my gaze back to the bridge, just a few ways away from where my beloved sunset was at.

Watching the two figures, I couldn't help but simply stared at the attire that the heir wore.

Montsuki Haori Hakama: that usually means black or gray. I've known that colored kimonos were not worn with this in mind, and he certainly didn't wore anything that would be too straining.

Still, that shade of black is made of high quality. I'm not surprised if he wore it so rarely, as though to preserve the detail and its intricate work from his very own seamstress.

...

I wonder if I can take it?

Watching the two descend from the bridge, my eyes wandered back to the lady as she returned with the spools of thread, all varying in degrees of color and quality.

"Here you are, Kaedehara! These are the best I can find that fit the colors you asked for."

My eyes twinkled as I took the spools to my hands, my fingers turning and nudging the thread to see just how strong it is.

Interesting. Good quality, too... Maybe I can use this to finish that outfit I've been saving for a while.

"Thank you, madame," I thanked her, making her laugh. "Oh, it's not a problem, Kaedehara! You've done so much for this little town of ours, this is but a simple thing to repay for your efforts!"

With a nod, I paid the seamstress and turned back down to descend from the bustling upper part of the town, the sight of what happened in the bridge a bit further away bothering me from within.

No matter, Kazuha, I mused, carrying the items I required as I felt myself walk back home. Even if you want to get rid of him, it will be much too complicated. You simply need to be patient and wait till the opportunity comes.

...

Although, whoever made his clothes... I wonder if I can speak to them to inquire about their techniques.

The first case that started this was a cold one.

One that is related to a person no one knew so highly about, be it by their background, appearance, and even their name. All they were known for is being the 'tailor' for one of the clans.

There had been a lack of evidence and information about this due to how many tailors had been requested all across Inazuma at the time. It was understandable that people chalked up to them being missing as nothing more than an unfortunate case, not one worthy of being dug into.

Others had suspected that it had been associated with something else, that something (or someone) had done this deliberately. There was no evidence to this, but their claims were loud as they were bold, making it difficult to ascertain its authenticity.

However, the masses have all agreed that this was a normal occurrence. It was not one worth noting, because there had been a lot more that spoke of the same tale, always eluding to their fate being that they were murdered.

It was, unfortunately, the 'norm' of the village in the legend. A norm that, if the people of Inazuma heard it today, would have turned their heads in disgust for how abhorrent it sounds.

Still, many remained curious of the biggest what if that seem to echo in their mind.

Was the tailor associated with his sins?

The Kamisato clan has had it's ups and downs, and it isn't strange to see that they were seeking out talented tailors and workers to work under them.

What was surprising (to everyone), however, was that the head of the clan hired me to work as the Kamisato Clan's personal tailor.

The reasoning behind it was quite simple, especially with what the heir spoke to me when he and I met in the morning when I was to be summoned in the estate— due to his personal tailor (a family friend, he said) going missing for days, they were unable to track down his whereabouts and presumed that he has gone missing.

I was only hired as a "replacement" for the clan's special tailor till then, and he made it extremely clear that there was nothing else to it. Nothing that would spell the fact that I will permanently stay in that position.

Of course, to many, this may sound as an odd deal. There are so many tailors such as myself that would die to be consulted on, to work as the head of the clan's seamstress and work for their outfits. And perhaps, in their naivety, they may consider it as their efforts finally paying off in some way.

However, I have been in a clan myself before. This is nothing more if not a business deal.

A deal between one rising clan, and one whose surname has lost it's widely known heritage.

This only benefits the Kamisato Clan in the effort to save face. To save face of the potential backlash they'll deal with should any information of the missing clan's tailor be brought to light to everyone who remain blissfully ignorant of the innerworkings of the clan.

I would normally deny this kind of offer, mostly because there is no benefit for me to join and work for them. However, times have changed, and I simply reconsidered denying Kamisato Ayato's offer.

... There is a few benefits to me joining. It may be minimal, but it is better than scrounging around in the dark.

And so, I agreed to the offer.

The arrangements set for me to move was quite swift. I'm aware that that he is a man of his word, so it was quite easy for us to prepare my living arrangements and move to the estate.

With the supplies I get from the clan, it's been easy to stay put and gather information to the person I'm targeting.

... That was, until that day came.

I remember it clearly: it was the ends of fall, where the maple leaves fell more and more around the estate's grounds. This usually signified the coming of winter, so I usually savor the season by having time off to admire the scenery.

And in one of my walks, I had travelled from outside of the estate to see if things have changed.

Which, to my luck, I've encountered my darling beloved.

But just like last time, they were not alone.

In the journey of my wandering, I have seen them speak to the sibling of the older heir, Kamisato Ayaka, as they sit on the table outside of the Komore Teahouse.

From how far I am to the entrance of the teahouse, it gives me enough space to watch them interact like friends. The way that the Himegimi raised her fan to cover her face, perhaps from her eyes crinkling in amusement from what they told her...

... It was intriguing. Very intriguing.

So much so that I've felt the claws of envy grip in my chest, clutching its metal nails and making punctures on my already bleeding heart.

What a nuisance. Must you hurt me like this, darling?

I can hardly remember what happened after that. After all, my focus had been set on the two speaking to each other like they were simply companions, unknowing of what fate may bring upon them.

...

"Oh? Kazuha! I didn't notice you came to the Teahouse as well!"

My attention was swiftly pulled away from the sight of my dearest gem, and it landed on the familiar sight of olive eyes. From the appearance alone, many wouldn't think that an immigrant of Mondstadt would be a fixer.

Not even I would be able to see it happen.

However, this man had the skills to prove of his worth— after all, being Inazuma's 'fixer', he's often the go-to man to fix any and every problem that the Narukami Island and others may face.

Which makes him a glass canon— one that is volatile and unpredictable, even under the guise of a friendly face.

That is what Thoma is.

But this "glass cannon" has his weakness, and I know how to use it to my advantage.

Letting a smile slip to my lips, I chuckled, raising my hand to cover my mouth. "Well, I've been foretold by others about Komore Teahouse and it's history. I've been meaning to visit it, but I'm so busy fixing kimonos and making them to have time to spare."

A white lie, but then again, there are many of those that have been foretold in the waking of this world.

What does adding one do at this point? I'm already damned by the heavens the day I've seen the 'truth' of this fate of mine.

Just one lie wouldn't hurt, right?

"Haha, I can't blame you," the taller blonde seem to answer my query with his own, albeit he did seem to look more like he was at ease. Still, I needed to be weary; he can change sides if he so much as sensed that something is wrong.

"After all, with what the missing tailor in the clan circulating around the others in the estate, I'm even surprised that you manage to fill up in their position for months!"

... Oh? So he's noticed my talents, hm?

I shook my head.

"Oh, please. I'm just a humble tailor, Thoma," I reasoned, letting out a heavy sigh. "I have thought of asking them for advice on how they do their work, but since they're missing, all I can do is substitute for their absence."

He gave me an apologetic smile and nodded.

"That is true... I guess I'm just a bit too ecstatic to finally have someone that can fill in their role seamlessly. Lord Kamisato Ayato would've been panicking if we didn't have a replacement soon for his anniversary with his spouse."

... Spouse, huh?

"Hm... Is that so?"

I frowned in thought as I ponder over wanting to... Ask him for a favor. Sure, this one wouldn't do well on one's conscious mind if they knew, but it was simply for their sake.

It was all for them. I knew that.

It wouldn't hurt anyone if I asked Thoma to do this for me. At least, while I still have the chance to do so.

I can only hope the cannon does not think of shooting it's shot to me if I slipped up.

"Speaking of, Thoma, may I ask you for a favor?"

After the first missing case of the tailor, there had been more that were reported. The victims were all varied in their appearance, age, and even from where they used to live, be it in Narukami Island or even outside of Inazuma itself.

It was difficult to tell how many there were exactly, especially with how the legend is interpreted. Some said it was 20, while others said it was 50. This legend has been passed mouth to mouth, so details were not a key figure for a few to remember well.

However, every iteration has the same detail. The victims all had the same similarity as the tailor that simply went "missing".

All of them, in some way, were associated with certain individuals— one of them being his maple, where a few commented that they were the apple of the crimson man's eye.

From the legend and how it has been told, it is safe to assume that the motive was obvious from the first missing case.

It is akin of an open secret, if said secret was twisted to fit his ideals.

"Haven't you heard?"

"What? What is it?"

"The fixer, Thoma… He went missing just few days ago."

"What!?"

…

Ah, so he went missing like the others?

My ears had perked up at the news that we were told. Although Thoma is one many people never thought of being a 'target', the fact he went missing is... Odd.

"Perhaps he had done something," I heard one of the servants whisper amongst themselves, looking rather cautious. "After all, he's been very privy on a few things..."

"Yes, but he isn't the person I'd expect to vanish like that—"

"Shh—! People are going to hear you, you know! Keep it down!"

Hearing their footsteps echo as they take their leave, I turned back to what I have been working on. The sight of the kimono graced my vision as I raised the needle.

I began to sew the tears on it, letting out a soft hum while I fixed the black fabric from it's horrible state.

Slip, stitch, cut, sew.

Slip, stitch, cut, sew.

Slip, stitch, cut—

"Sir Kaedehara? Someone is looking for you."

...!

I felt the needle prick my finger, but I didn't say anything. With a quiet hum, I raised my head to see someone speak to me, their face grim as they shifted on their feet.

Ah.

Despite the feeling of blood pour onto the fabric, I smiled and nodded, putting down the fabric of the kimono I was fixing.

"I'll be right there. Please tell them to wait for me."

"Really? Oh, thank Archons. I'll get going."

Watching them take their leave, my eyes flit over to my scissors.

Still as sharp as ever, I mused, pushing myself to stand up before fixing my attire. Mayhaps today won't need it to be sharpened.

For now, I had to see what the client wants from me. It would simply be a shame if I leave them alone for far, far too long.

Mayhaps they're here to inquire about the kimono I made. I made sure to add my personal touch to it.

...

As I walked to where my client sought to look for me, I see a familiar sight befell in the grounds of the Kamisato Estate.

The himegimi is currently speaking to my betrothed like they are close companions, and the magician (Lyney was his name, I recall), had been listening to their discussion at hand.

His eyes seem to lit up when he saw me, offering me a welcoming grin.

"You must be the tailor that my sister assigned, aren't you?" he asked when I was close enough to hear him, making me chuckle. Taking a seat across, I simply nodded, keeping my professional smile and demeanor in fear of offending him.

"Indeed, I am that tailor. My name is Kaedehara Kazuha, it is a pleasure to meet you."

"Haha, please, the pleasure is all mine!"

The magician shook my hand with mine, and the meeting went as smoothly as one may expect. Although, I couldn't help but let my eyes wander sometimes to where my lover is.

You were speaking to Ayaka like she's a friend of yours. I shan't stop you, darling, but perhaps you aren't aware of the pain you put me through.

Still, I couldn't afford to raise my voice, nor can I think of hurting you with my actions.

How unfortunate. Mayhaps I need to teach you a lesson myself, my angel.

If there was one thing that the legend failed to elaborate, it is the state of the missing people. However, there were... Creative liberties to those that began to see if the legend was true; or, pray tell, associated with any real life events.

To the eyes of others, going missing is a serious deal. It sparks a lot of ideas for what could've happened to them, and especially if they are alive or dead.

Albeit many shrugged off the prior cases, this one was serious. After all, the one that went 'missing' is the fixer of Narukami Island— Thoma, the immigrant in the nation of lightning.

It is, after all, what sparked the eventual downfall of the crimson-eyed tailor and his beloved. Many had thought this was the turning point, but those that did were found to be wrong.

This, after all, was simply the beginning of such downfall. But it wasn't to his lover, the missing residents, or even his companions.

It was to himself, when he used the blades to commit a sin undeserving of forgiveness.

The news that brought upon the missing Himegimi greeted the Kamisato estate that day.

I remember how people were in a disarray. They were much more shaken as they tried to get any sort of lead to where she is, and for some, they were already thinking of quitting.

The estate is already shaken from when Thoma went missing, but now that the young heiress has up and disappeared— especially in winter— it was in chaos.

While I sew the kimonos handed to me, there was an obi that laid on the pile by my right. It was a bit worn, but it can still be saved.

I needed to fix it, and give it my own personal touch. That way, it wouldn't look as though it had been abandoned by it's past owner.

Alas, the noise is getting to me. I could feel the silk resting on my bandaged hand slip every once in a while, if it weren't for how tight I've been holding the fabric.

Slip, stitch, cut, sew.

Slip, stitch, cut, sew.

I needed to put my focus on what I'm doing. I needed to focus on the job.

Slip, stitch, cut, sew.

Slip, stitch, cut, sew.

I mustn't let blood nor dirt stain my creations.

That is what my mother taught me.

Slip, stitch, cut, sew.

Slip, stitch, cut, se—

"I apologize if the estate is in a disarray, detective," I hear a familiar voice speak amongst the hushed and panicked whispers. "The estate hasn't been the same ever since my retainer and my younger sibling had gone missing."

"Oh, it's alright! I'm sure this matter is too serious for you and the others to keep things organized."

"Haha... You can say that it is. Now, it's just right this way..."

... A detective is in the estate. How curious.

It wasn't right to snoop, but I was curious. Curious enough to have finished the kimono I was fixing before I stood to leave my quarters.

The others paid no heed as I followed after the two to Ayato's room, too focused to do what they were assigned to even bat an eye when I got close to where they were heading.

It was only when they were inside that I've stopped and simply bid my time, my focus set on what was happening by the shoji leading to his office. And it didn't took long till I hear things from the other side.

"Ah, so you think that someone is out for you?"

"Yes. Although I am normally adept in figuring out who it could be that's causing this to happen, I can't put heads or tails with how their presence eludes me."

"Man alive... And you said that it started when they went missing?"

"... Yes, detective."

"I see... Man alive, that sounds like it wasn't just a single, one-off case, then. I can help you, but this will take a while if there's no leads."

"I see. It's fine, detective. I'll pay you enough when you figure out where my retainer and sister are. I could hardly think that someone would take them without such consequence."

"Oh, no worries. With me around, no criminal will get out unscathed— I'll make sure to bring them here when I figure out who did this."

...

I see.

Perhaps its about time I have to settle this with him.

There was a time where I have thought that things will change.

Where these cases will be laid forgotten, perhaps even unresolved with the lack of hints.

I spent weeks on end, keeping my tracks short and erasing any leads that can lead towards me again.

I spent so, so long trying so desperately to hide anything resembling my crimes.

But alas... He found me.

It was the time where I had to dispose of those bodies. Although I had no heart to bury them under nature, I was not above treating them as though they were simply people.

Even in death, I wanted to make them feel like they look peaceful. Although, perhaps simply sewing their wounds left by my scissors was not something I can treat.

In the middle of the night, I was carrying the Himegimi outside of the abandoned houses I tend to with her retainer, Thoma. I had thought of letting her rest someplace else. Her attire has been sullied, and I needed to keep the two somewhere where no one can find them.

Corpses rot over time, and if it was possible, letting them turn to nothing in the likes of Tsurumi Island will be enough for my weary heart to rest.

With how adept I am of keeping my tracks hidden, I had thought no one would be able to tail on me. But alas, due to the missing cases I've caused, perhaps I wasn't expecting this to happen.

"I knew you'd be here, Kaedehara Kazuha."

I simply paused upon hearing his voice, my head craning back to see that it was Ayato. Despite how composed he looks, I can tell that the nights he spent trying to search for his beloved sibling and retainer wore him down.

His once flawless appearance was nothing but sullied, his attire feeling like its simply hanging off of him, and the way he staggered while looking at me without a shred of restrain is new. Raw for such a heir.

"And that body..." he murmured, his eyes glaring daggers when he found out who it was.

Perhaps it's her dress that makes her recognizable. Or the hair.

"... I thought I've erased everything that can lead back to me," I spoke, sighing as I placed Ayaka's body down. "What a shame. I was quite close to erasing any traces and signs of their whereabouts. It would be nice to only have them be marked as 'missing', not dead."

"So... You admit to it, then?" the heir asked, walking over with stride. "That you have done this, Kaedehara?"

I simply said nothing.

And I knew that was enough of a confirmation for him.

"I knew something was wrong with you," I heard him speak, which caught my attention. Turning my body to finally face him, I watched as he scoffed and continued, "After all, a man as serene as you often had the worst to hide."

"Oh? How curious. Why would you say that?"

I saw his lips curl to a smile.

"Why, I had someone tail after you," he answered, his tone sounding so blunt and his demeanor became more like he's simply 'teaching' me something. "Someone that is associated with the clan. I'm sure you know who it is."

... How uncouth.

"I see... And you confronted me now? For what?"

"A duel."

He unsheathed his blade, and raised it towards my direction.

"I do not usually participate in these, but I'd like to honor your tradition. If I win, you turn yourself in to the Tenryou Commission. Confess all of your crimes, and we shall call it even."

"... Very well."

I raised my own blade, as a sign to his own.

"I needn't state my own terms if I lose, as I can't let you get out alive. Now, let us settle this matter... To each of our graves."

Usually, such details cannot be recreated from interpretation alone.

However, this one was the few exceptions to it's inevitable fate due to it's popularity.

The legend had focused on keeping the existence and ties of the Crimson-Eyed Tailor up for the listener's interpretation. This scene, however, was directly associated to a case that had been tackled many years ago.

The case went as such: each resident of a town goes missing each week. No one knows when it happens, as the day is often random. The victims of these disappearances are also random, so no one could derive from it being a 'pattern'.

No matter how young or old one is, their gender, their living conditions, and even their past... When they least expect it, they simply vanish. Erased.

The only times where the victim was found, several eye-witnesses had different iterations. Some said that the bodies were buried, while others found it floating by riverbanks and the side of the sea.

But the most common— and widely known, of course— was that each victim were made to a doll.

Their limbs were nothing if not sewn with thread, cuts of various degrees being patched with thread of similar color to 'mask' it's oddity. Their eyes were closed, but those that were unfortunate to open it were only greeted with it being turned to the back of their heads.

In some victims, several pieces of their possession were taken. However, most kept theirs on their person, and were seen to not be tampered with.

No one knows what drove someone to this degree. No one can even comprehend such a fact that it was entirely possible.

But to someone who's mind was twisted to the point of no return... It was.

This case had a name, but every resident of Inazuma refused to speak of it. Each time one does, they were told of the legend behind this case.

They were told of the Crimson-Eyed Tailor, and they were warned of one thing.

"Do not look at him or his betrothed. If you do, you're as good as dead."

...

It had been a year since our fight happened.

I remember the chaos that occurred back when I finally erased that man. Although it did left his body in an undesirable state, I still fixed and sew him up so that he didn't look as such.

Even in death, I wish to give the heir some form of dignity. That, in some way, I wish to give him his final respects.

After all, he had simply misunderstood my intentions. He didn't knew that I was out for one person from the very beginning.

The downfall of the Kamisato Clan was imminent at that point. I've seen many flee, and witnessed the tragedy befall on the Narukami Island. Many of the people I've met had simply ran off to seek refuge, the terror grasping and choking them like they were unable to think.

However, I remain clear. And I simply continued to do my work diligently.

I have been working on something... Special. And with one last snip of my bloodied scissors, it was now complete.

My final and life-long work, all laid across and now in my hands. The fabric I chose was rather difficult to sew. I should have known that human skin would be too hard, depending on where I retrieved it from.

Dying it in black, I wrapped the obi that had been sewn with the use of the Himegimi's locks, and retrieved the crest of the Kamisato Clan. Adorning it on my person, I viewed myself at the mirror to see my handiwork.

"Finally," I murmured, feeling an odd sensation in my chest as I wore the fruits of my labor. "It is now complete."

With the chaos guiding me and masking my presence, I fled to head by the mountain.

I knew where you were bound to go.

I knew of your crimes long before you knew me.

I didn't paid much attention if anyone saw me. I didn't care if blood simply poured from my attire and to the ground that I'm walking on. I could hardly give a damn if some realized of my crimes in that blasted estate.

I had my scissors with me, and I only wish to fulfill my last wish before I leave this cursed world.

You murdered my family, [Name].

You were the one who caused that fire all those years ago.

I remember those burns you gave me. I remember just how much of a coward you were, fleeing from the scene you caused yourself.

How could I lose everything? And how can you keep your family?

No. No, that mustn't happen. I must set this right.

As your 'lover', I'll make sure you understand what you did wrong.

The culprit of the legend was caught, at least by the end.

All of the townsfolk had banded over to help the detective figure out who had caused such a stir, and it was only because of one eye-witness that said everything. That simply told the truth of the man behind it all.

It was the Crimson-Eyed Tailor, the one who was gripped with envy, that caused such a massacre to occur.

When they found what became of the last victim, his 'lover', they became a doll of his own. After killing them, the legend proceeded to speak of how he had simply 'sown' their skin alongside his, making them his perfect beloved doll.

One of the iterations even mentioned that his unnamed lover was in a Shiromuku outfit, eyes gouged so they may "never look at another man". At least, from what the tale has concluded.

Because of the severity of his crime, the tailor was sent to be on his death row. When the detective tried to get information out of him, they found out that he has lost his mind.

He became a shell of the brilliant man they knew, laughing and speaking that he has finally fulfilled his desire.

Even when he was dragged onto the guillotine, that day was marked as the end of the massacre, and those who were alive spoke of the man's chilling laughter up until his head was cut off.

...

And that was the end of the "Crimson-Eyed Tailor" and his legend.

Or, more accurately, the history of the known "Dead Man's Heart" case, and how Kaedehara Kazuha murdered the one he "loved" for revenge.

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[sangoqueenkoko]

KAEDEHARA KAZUHA

“is that my shirt?”

fluff

ANEMO MASTERLIST | DRABBLE MASTERLIST

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Drabble prompt: page 1: #37 = “is that my shirt?”

Warnings? Brief mentions of sea sickness, but nothing graphic! And a mention of a thunderstorm at sea.

Contains a mention of Beidou, and Kaedehara Kazuha of course!

503 words.

Sailing at sea can be fun and calming. The serenity of the blue sky, sounds of the waves and seagulls puts it all together to make an ideal calm day.

Apart from when the sky isn’t blue, no sounds of seagulls, just the loud sounds of waves crashing against each other and the Crux.

As the ship and everyone aboard it in the midst of one of the worst storms anyone has seen or experienced.

Even Captain Beidou was lost for words. But she was the ships Captain, orders from her came left, right and centre of what felt like the same time to you.

You were currently in your small cabin that you and your beloved, Kazuha, reside in when at sea. You were instructed to stay put as you had no experience in handling a ships equipment, and no one wanted you to slip overboard. As no one, no one, wants to hear the two dreaded words.

Thankfully that didn’t happen.

But you were in your cabin alone as Kazuha had to help on deck as it was an All Hands On Deck situation. And judging by the sounds that you could hear on said deck, shouts of commands, shouts of one deckhand to another and the yells of people being hit by water, it didn’t sound like fun.

You were thankful you were not the one to be seasick, with the amount of times you’ve been out at sea, you’ve learnt to live with the sudden movements.

And currently, you were thankful that you were in the warmth that is your blanket. But you often thought of how cold Kazuha must feel.

So in preparation of him coming back to you, and having to change clothes, because no one wants to stay in cold wet clothes all day, what’s better than normal dry clothes?

Warm ones.

So in order to warm up a shirt of his for him to come back, you decided to put it over yours, it makes you warmer, and it warm. So it’s a win, win situation.

Time passed. Of what felt like an eternity for everyone.

The seas were eventually calm. Everything was quiet. No seagulls. No chatter from above deck, just the occasional remark or question being asked.

It was eerie.

But everyone was glad that the storm was now over.

But they couldn’t relax yet as clean up was due, things had been thrown around deck, on the other side of the ship or in the sea, lost.

Still, two of the most dreaded words were never spoken. So that’s good.

Finally relaxed by the quietness outside and natural gentle swaying of the boat, you were snapped out of your daydream when the cabin door opened.

To reveal a very soggy wanderer. He looked cold. His hair lost its airy-ness as the water weighed it down. He looked tired and his wits were a little everywhere then where they should be.

But upon laying his eyes on you, he noticed something,

“is that my shirt?”

[d4vynn]

You’ve gone on an expedition for a while, what does he do?

a/n: I always flip-flop with my intros, I hope you guys don’t mind

Xiao doesn’t really mind you being gone. He’s an Adeptus who’s been alive longer than some of the mountains towering over the land. A few weeks without his human lover is nothing for him.

It’s not like he doesn’t notice your absence though- he’s aware, he’s just keeping himself busy until you return. He doesn’t think about your smile or your mundane chats that last well into the night. 

Xiao’s better than that, he’s not so smitten that he’d constantly think about some silly human just because they’ve been gone longer than he’d hoped.

Of course not, but if you do notice him being slightly more amicable in the days following your return, you should keep your teasing to yourself. 

Kazuha is a sweetheart who yearns only for freedom, peace, and his lover tucked securely by his side. He’d love to join you during your expeditions, but alas his duties aboard the Alcor had prevented him from trailing after you like a puppy.

Although it was originally his idea to stay on board- reassuring you that he’d always be there when you return- he couldn’t help but let his lovesick mind wander to you every once and a while.

What were you doing right now? Have you been eating well? Were you thinking about him too? 

He writes you letters, left unsent in a box beneath his bed. He writes poems, and the new things he’s learned, the people he’s met, and mundane life aboard the ship. 

There’s another pile of letters, the one’s he’s saving for you to read when you return. He keeps those under his pillow to reread over and over with only the moonlight to keep him company. 

It’s about you, and him- perhaps a ring on your finger and a house that you share.

He makes a promise to give you the letters when you return, and perhaps convince you to stay just a little longer with him before heading off on your next journey.

The Wanderer sulks and sulks from the first mention of your expedition to the day you’re set to leave. He doesn’t bother to throw his insults at you when you take him out for an impromptu day out, and he seems lost in thought more often than not.

You try your best to comfort him, but eventually, the day comes for your departure and the Wanderer is nowhere to be found. It’s a little disheartening, but you push on- you promise to make it up to him somehow when you get back.

He’s waiting for you by the docks the moment you arrive. Bags packed and already berating you for your tardiness. 

“What, did you think I was just going to let you leave?” He asks, a trademark sneer on his face as he takes your bags for you. 

[zylophie]

Can you please make a kazuha x reader yandere alphabet? A,G,P,R please!! And thank you!(⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆

(´•ω•｀♥) — kaedehara kazuha

✿ — ♬ ⌨️ᶻᶻᶻ : yue is typing... ✉!

✿ — ↻ SYNOPSIS : He didn't have a choice...if only you listen to him...

✿ — ♯ GENRE : yandere, gender neutral reader

✿ — ⊜ CW : mention of kidnapping.

✿ — ↠ NOTE : hii hii anon!! I don't know how to feel about this tbh but hopefully it's not too out of character... anyways hope you enjoy the story!

✿ — ♪ REMINDER : reblogs & likes are appreciated, in doing so will motivate us to continue delivering stories to you, thank you for all of your supports ~ !

✿ — ► ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : yandere alphabet with kaedehara kazuha...

💬 ┊A nxious - How anxious can they get when the thought of their darlings leaving for someone else? Will they do anything to prevent it from happening at all costs?

💌 ┊. . .

When the thought come to mind, he feels restless for a moment but he always try to look pass it...after all it's not like they will help him to win you over.

"san...Kaedehara-san?"

"Oh...my apologies, what was it that you were saying?"

"Are you okay? Is there something bothering you?"

"Ah no, it's... nothing to worry about" He smile, erasing that moment of weakness as he continue to walk ahead of you.

There is a frown on your face "If you say so...you really are like the wind, huh?"

"You think so?" He chuckled, there is some clear walking distance between you and him now.

"Yeah-Ah! Wait for me! Kazuhaaaa!!"

...Yeah, it's better this way.

💬 ┊G entle - How gentle are they with their darling?

-> Relates to the kidnap question

💌 ┊. . .

Kazuha treat you like as if you were a glass doll that could easily break...so gentle that it's make you question your own feelings, why is he so nice to you when you're clearly being held hostage by this young man?

"Seem like you got a cold" He said, removing his palm from your forehead "Just rest for now, I'll get you some medicine"

"I... okay" You bring the blanket up to your nose, muttering "Thank you..."

"What was that?" He turn to stare at you, puzzled.

Your face turn red, you didn't expect him to hear you! "N-Nothing! It was just a cough!!"

He stares at first then turn back to the door, "...I see, then we would need some cough medicine as well..."

💬 ┊P atronizing - How do they feel if their darling betray them by leaving/escaping?

💌 ┊. . .

He feels a little hurt when you manage to escape from him...

"(name), I know you're there" He called out as his voice echos throughout the forest.

...

No response.

He sigh, trying again "Isn't cold out here? I know you didn't bring something to keep you warm..."

Yet again, no response...

"...Ah, I see so that's it" He didn't do want to do this but he didn't have many options left, he have to get you back "(name)..."

He take a step forward "Is it because I was a wanted man before?" Another step closer "...or is it because you just hate me as a whole?"

CRACK!

"...!"

"Ah, so there you are"

Found you.

💬 ┊R epent - Do they feel remorse for their actions?

💌 ┊. . .

Kazuha is well aware of his actions and how badly they will take a toll on you especially, he knew it's couldn't be help...

When the two of you make it back to the house, you stayed tight lipped the whole way back. Not a single word.

"..." You wouldn't even look at him.

His heart aches for a moment, seeing you refuse to look at him even when he is holding your hand during the trip back home.

He sigh in defeat "... I'm sorry"

There is nothing he can't do anything about it, he just have to wait until you were ready to give him your heart willingly even if keeping you here for as long as it's need to.

Love is a deathly disease after all.

[dxy-drxxm]

SYNOPSIS:

Kaedehara Kazuha is what you'd call “bastard”— a cheeky smile, red eyes that light up at the mention of you, and seem to act like a cheeky little shit with others. When it's behind closed doors, however, you can attest that he's quite a lovesick fool— like you. ( gen. neutral reader )

TRIGGER WARNING/S:

Fluff ; established relationships ; Kazuha is a lovesick bastard (/aff) ; mentions of slight stalking (not from either lmao) ; a tiny moment of angst (Kazuha doesn't take care of himself) ; it's okay lmao it's just a tiny bit of angst

Kazuha was someone people considered to be... Normal by many. At least, when you look at him, he doesn't seem the incel type to complain about certain matters.

No, far from it, actually.

For those who knew him, they can attest that he's a good kid. He looks young, but in his early twenties, he's build up a name for himself.

Online, he's regarded as a writer- someone that writes his experiences in his space of the Internet, which is mostly about his travels. Albeit it is difficult to attain some sort of following from it, many people had found solace and excitement on his logs and stuck around for more.

So many would ask him questions about his travels, some ranging from how it was like being there, to mentioning if he had saw them in his trips to the cities for his bookings. Even when he didn't say anything other than make vague mentions of seeing them, people made their conclusions and ideas from it.

In a way, he certainly fueled the fire and had people guessing of where he could be— which was quite amusing on its own, if not for the fact no one truly knew how he looked like or what his actual name was.

Outside of his online presence, he worked at a normal job as a web designer, knowing he can't live off of what he wrote alone in the digital space. Tasked to designing websites and the like, he got a good pay out of it for his skills— even if the clients were a little indecisive at times.

But to you?

He's what you'd call a lovable bastard.

“Kazuha, you have a client under a strict deadline. Are you sure you can slack off?"

“Haha, you know I can, maple,” the albino said with a smile, giving you a look that screamed ‘so what?’. “Do you want to deprive me off of your affection this much?”

Case in point: right now.

I'm going to punch this man, you mused, squinting at the red eyed bastard before you. Shame he's too cute... Or that he's my boyfriend to begin with.

You knew Kazuha had been busy for the past few weeks, mostly because of his work as a web designer. He hasn't gotten a lot of time off of it from a nightmare of a client, constantly demanding changes one day to end up getting mad the next when he did what they asked.

It was... Concerning. Extremely so, when many who worked like him had spoke about them and warned him not to. But by the grace of archons, he decided to take it on.

Like a fool.

He's had a bit of a break from the client for the time being after you told him he hasn't been taking better care of himself. You swore that if he doesn't, he's about to land a trip to the hospital with his habits of skipping meals and not taking an actual good night's sleep.

(You caught him several times either taking power naps or drinking enough coffee that he's gone through withdrawals, and you told him off for it.)

It was only now that he decided to finally take a break as he finished up the majority of the design, saying he can always look back on it tomorrow for final touches... Which was the deadline.

You swear this man has no concept of how much time he's got left.

Giving said man a look, you said bluntly, “Well, you said that you'll be taking a break now, but tomorrow is the deadline. You know that client is going to hound at you for missing it.”

His brows furrowed at that.

“Well, I can always say that's the final product. I'd rather not waste any time being with you now that I'm finally done,” he rebutted, making you pause for a moment. Well, he wasn't wrong, that's for certain.

... that client was a monster to work for, after all.

Sighing, you nuzzled closer to him in his embrace, smelling the faint scent of wood. This made the albino chuckle as he sifted through your locks.

“Got nothing to say, love?” he asked by your ear, making you scoff. “Not when you and I know that client is a nutcase.”

This made him laugh— such a voice that rings to your ear like bells.

It made your heart race for a moment.

“Perhaps. But then again, you'd be surprised on why I'm taking a break now after what I've found.”

... wait, what?

You craned your head up at him, brows furrowed in thought. Did he found something damning? If so, why now? He's usually never kept secrets like this- especially if its something so serious.

“What did you find?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

Kazuha's lips curved to a smile.

“Oh, you'll see, darling.”

It was only when he's sure his lover is slumbering when he got to work.

With his laptop in front of him, he turned his head and focused on what was before him. He's never told anyone what he had found out, as they'd never see him the same way again.

If, well— they knew the client personally, that is.

“To demand me of such work when you've got criminal records like this...”

He shook his head while he wrote a simply announcement on the front page of the blog, his once vibrant eyes narrowed as he stared at the amount of evidence he's got stored. Multiple accounts of stalking on another person— one of his friends, no less— and even blackmail and messages that can be rather concerning.

... it's even worse with what he's demanded, that one. Often demanding more and more of their shameless photos, but to turn it around and use it for more in fear of them getting out in public?

How despicable.

When he was sure he's managed to say his piece there, he's attached as much as he could onto the website. He was a petty man, but he's had a good reason to do so; especially when the client he's working is not someone he wished to be associated with.

Gathering information has never been easier, he mused. It's such a shame he's never a good one to hide his tracks.

When it was all done and attached in places he's sure everyone could see, he saved the website and it's code before messaging the client, letting him know that he was done...

... while neglecting to mention what he's changed, for if he knew, he'd demand some sort of recuperation. Of payment in return for his shame.

If he doesn't pay me back, I suppose that will serve as my insurance.

He did wait for the payment, for he endured 3 weeks with the client's nightmarish demands. And after telling him what he's done and the accumulated payment for the constant major changes, his client refused to pay.

Hah. I should have known.

He scoffed and sent one last message:

[ I understand. However, if you have decided to not pay me back, then do not blame me for what happens next. ]

And before he could say something back to the web designer, he blocked him from his contacts, setting his phone aside. Stretching his arms, he felt his muscles tense as he turned his head.

Kazuha reached over to close the tabs and shut his laptop down, standing up from his chair to walk to the bedroom with his beloved. He needed to unwind, and he's sure tomorrow will be a day of pampering.

Settling under the covers, the albino wrapped his arms around them to pull them closer to him, his head nuzzled to the crook of their neck. Letting out a sigh, his muscles relaxed and he finally felt drowsiness get to him.

... how nice, he thought with a smile. To feel a lover's embrace is rewarding. I love you too much, my dove.

Reaching up to kiss their forehead, his eyes closed as he finally, finally, fell asleep.

@.enxgmx-wrxtxr | do not republish, repost, or copy my works anywhere | 2023

[favficbirthdays]

Happy Birthday

Kaedehara Kazuha (29th October)

Genshin Impact

[dxxth-gxd]

DELIVERY: ❝ KAEDEHARA KAZUHA PASTEL RED GRAPHICS! ❞ (plain txt.: kaedehara kazuha pastel red graphics! )

-> WARNING : No Kin | ID | F/O tags unless you're anon. -> F2U? : No! This is only reserved for the requester alone. -> Note : I was debating on doing either normal graphics or RPC ones, and I decided "why not make it an rpc one?". I'll open it for normal graphics later on though. I hope this will suffice, anon!

(These only cover the graphics. This does not include icons and backgrounds for the sake of simplicity.)

[sugary-bluebell]

Can I request genshin impact Short genshin boys (Specifically Tighnari, Cyno, Heizou, Venti, And Kazuha) with a lazy yet genius male reader. If you don’t do Headcanons with multiple people then I’ll let you choose one of the short boys

short boys with a lazy yet genius bf

《☆》《☆》《☆》《☆》

°•A/n: so, I left out Cyno since i don't have a good understanding of his character yet Imo, also so sorry for not writing this sooner, love. i have been a bit busy with things :')

◇Warnings◇: none(?)

°•Characters: Tighnari, Heizou, Venti and Kazuha

°•Reader: male, can be read as gn tho

Tighnari:

What is he gonna do with you?

Don't get him wrong, he absolutely adores you but can you PUlease get your work done?

As much as loves taking naps with you somewhere in the forest he doesn't want you putting your work till last minute

Again, might he add

You two first met in the academias library...you were passed out while reading for one of ur major exams the night before

While other scholars and students thought you were cheating your way through, cuz all they see you doing is napping or messing around

Tighnari has experienced ur hard work, and to answer ur question, no it wasn't because he was tutoring you or through a group project, we aren't in a romantic fantasy ofc or are we-

No, thanks to his good hearing, he can hear your mumbling when you're memorising or the scribblings of your pen when it hits the paper

You and him make a good team when it comes to research or work in general

He keeps you motivated to finish the said project without procrastinating and you not only remind him to take brakes, you have also stopped him from poisoning himself with wild mushrooms on multiple occasions-

You also love using his tail as a pillow, and he let's you! :D

Heizou:

Honestly, if it wasn't for your laziness, you would've given him a run for his mora-

ofc he'll never admit you could be a better detective than him, not only for his pride but also to keep Sara away from you

He LOVES when you visit his office <3

Plus you almost always bring snacks with you

Sometimes you tag along with him to the crim scenes

Yes, technically, he isn't allowed to bring you there but he loves when you help him out

And lemme tell you, he LOVES how after you two are done, your eyes get droopy and an adorable pout-

He'll die happy if you were his last memory

Venti:

While this alcoholic loves and appreciates how smart you are- he loves that your lazy way more

Why? Well, he likes napping with you during the afternoon on the hands of his statue, you also bring blankets and pillows too

Dw he helps getting them up there-

Every time there's an event at angels share he drags you with so you can calculate the cheapest price he can get for high quality wine

Loves listening to you rambling about ur work while slowly falling asleep <3

He does drag you on walks tho, he worries so daily walks in or out of mondstad is a thing

Offered you a sip of his fave wine only to drop his glass once you told him you figured out the ingredients and methods in making it

Kaeya lifting his eye patch with his jaw going slack in the background after hearing what you just said

Kazuha:

Goo goo eyes in your direction 24/7 from him but your too tired to notice

Loves reading poetry to you and loves getting feedback from his beloved bunny <3

Calls you bunny cuz he saw your cheek squashed against the table you were working on and thought of a bunny

You tried to write a poem for him but it took so long that you thought to give him it another day-

..only for him to find it and blush like a madman while reading what you wrote

It doesn't even have to be good cuz he's touched that you squeezed in the time to write this from him, knowing how many projects you have going on

When you pull all nighters, he lights calming sented candles, makes you the drink or snack of your choice, gives you a kiss on the forehead with encouraging words and leaves you be to focus

Looking into the things your passionate about to engage in a conversation about it just cuz it makes you happy and they way your eyes light up is just so beautiful to him

[rukkiya]

Can you do Ayato, Thoma, Kazuha, Kaeya, Scara, and Childe birthday hcs where they do a surprise party for their s/o !!! (Separate! ^*^) :3 ♡♡

a special day

(ayato x reader, thoma x reader, kazuha x reader, kaeya x reader, scaramoche x reader, childe x reader -separate-)

Ayato *ੈ✩‧₊˚

The head of the yashiro commission likes to take his time and plan things out thoroughly.

Ayato makes sure to invite your close friends since he knows they bring you great joy.

Sure, he’d much rather have you all to himself, but he can’t be greedy with you. You help so many others and he knows your friends would love to catch up with you so it’s only fair he throws a grand party and invited your close ones in favor of your hard work.

“Thoma why are you-“

“Shhh, Ayato’s orders.” Thoma chuckles, finishing the knot of the blindfold on the back of your head.

You had just arrived home from work only to be greeted with a strangely quiet house and Thoma waiting by the entrance.

“Ah, what is he up to now?” You giggle, shaking your head trying to think what you husband had schemed up this time.

“Watch your step y/n, we’re going out to the back.” Thoma whispers, hand holding onto yours as he leads you to the back of the estate.

“Why are you whispering?” You whisper yell, looking up the direction his voice came from.

“Thoma?” You call out feeling his hand let yours go as you come to a stop.

“May I remove the blindfold?” You laugh again, feeling nervous for what surprise they’ve come up with.

“Allow me to do so love.” Ayato’s voice comes from just beside you as his hands lay at your waist making you jump in surprise.

“Ayato dear, what’s going on? You ask, hands gently holding onto his forearms.

He only hums in response, hands moving from your waist and up to the back of your head before gently untying the ribbon.

Your smile widens when you finally open your eyes but you heart warms up as he steps to the side for you to see familiar faces beaming back at you just as happy to see you as you were to them.

“Happy birthday Y/n!” Thoma, Ayaka, Itto, Lumine, Paimon, Kazuha and Ayato all say in unison making your hands hover over your heart.

“I- What? Ayato love, did you invite them all?” You beam at your husband, making his eyes soften at your happy expression.

“Why of course, they’re your dear friends after all, besides they all wanted to see you today they’ve missed you!” Ayato gestures his hand behind him, and you take in the decorations and your dear friends you’ve missed so much.

Your heart was full, it’s been so busy you haven’t had any time to relax or catch-up with anyone, but this was everything you needed.

“Thank you love, I couldn’t ask for anything better!” Your arms wrap around his torso, and he chuckles, his own arms engulfing you tucking your head into his neck placing a fleeting kiss on top of your head.

“Awww come on, don’t hog them up all day now! Paimon has missed them just as much as everyone else!” The high-pitched voice comes from right beside you making you burst out into laughter at her attitude, only she would be brave enough to talk to Ayato like that.

“Come on compadre! I agree with flying Lavender melon here for once! We’ve all been busy and want to catch up with both of you! I say it's time to party!” Itto joins in, throwing his arms over Paimon and you bringing you in for a bear hug.

Kazuha, Ayaka, Thoma and Lumine all make their way up to the hug, joining in as joyous laughter rings in the air.

Ayato, the ever so busy clan leader felt relaxed for once in so long. His longtime friends and you, his love were all here celebrating a day that is dedicated to you. He doesn’t like arranging parties, but your parties are the only exception for him.

Thoma *ੈ✩‧₊˚

Ayato gives him the day off to be with you! He knew thoma wouldn’t ask himself, but he wouldn’t let him work on your birthday.

You however did still have to work, unfortunately. But Thoma still wants to make your day special!

“Y/n, dear wake up!” He whispers, peppering kisses all over your face making you laugh.

"It's too early." you rasp, morning voice as scratchy as ever but it sounded more like music to thomas ears.

"I didn't want to wake you, as much as I would love to keep you home and spend today with you, you have work. Now get up and I'll make you breakfast sleepyhead." He smiles when you open your eyes, small smile playing on your lips.

"Waffles?" You ask and he nods his head giving you another small kiss on the nose.

"Anything you want!" He pushes the stray hair off your face and pushes himself off getting ready to make you food.

He happily does so, he loves treating you to meals, making them himself. Seeing the happy expression you make with the food he feeds you is all he needs to be happy himself.

Though you do have work today, when you get home, he makes sure you wind down and relax with him the rest of the night.

A small party for you and you only. He just wants to service you today, you’ve been so busy.

He’s busy making your dinner when you peek your head in the kitchen.

Never have you had someone do this much for you on your birthday, he always made sure that he gave you above and beyond and you truly couldn't ask for someone more caring than him.

"Thoma, let me help you." Your arms wrap around his torso, head leaning on his back.

"Love I'm almost done! Today you relax, ok?” He smiles as you nuzzle his back, the warmth emitting off him was inviting, calm.

"Thank you for everything. You didn't have to do all this for me, but you did. I'm sorry I couldn't take today off but even though i did work this is the most pampered ive been." you smile and he turns around, arms finding purchase on your shoulders as he pulls you in.

“You deserve no less than this. From now on y/n I promise I’ll always show you just how special you are to me.” His hand brings yours over his heart and he smiles at you.

“Happy birthday love, thank you for choosing me to be the lucky man who gets to spend it with you for today and the rest of our lives.” He whispers, leaning down and kissing your forehead as he hands come up and gently squeeze your cheeks.

Kazuha *ੈ✩‧₊˚

Isn’t used to keeping others so close for such a long time. The last time he had a close friend he was taken away from him in such a way that made Kazuha scared to let himself grow close to anyone ever again.

That was until he met you.

The wind in fact did not inform him of you arrival. You showed up in his life when he needed someone the most. When the hard part was over you still stood by him and he knew it was different this time. You are the calm to his storm.

When he finally decided against it all, to let you in and keep you close he swore to treasure you and protect you forever and always. Just as you’ve done with him.

Celebrating a day dedicated to you was something he wants to make special, so he asks Beidou for some help set up a small special dinner for you!

“Y/n, come check this out!” Beidou calls from the bottom deck as made your way down the latter of the top deck.

“On my way.” You call out hopping off the last few steps to see her beaming at you arms wide open.

Seeing your Captain in such a joyous mood made you slightly suspicious as it wasn’t even time for her to start drinking.

“What’s going on captain?” You ask, suspicion lacing your tone making her laugh more as she tosses her arm around your shoulder and makes her way to the cafeteria down on the lower deck.

“Come with me, lets take a break. I told you to take today off but you still insist on working huh?” She tuts, makes her way down the stairs with you, different aromas of familiar scents hit you.

“Come on captain, I need to help out still, you know I can’t sit still all day. But it smells nice down here, what’re you guys making?” You ask, inhaling the smell that was coming from the kitchen.

“Go in there for me yeah? I’m going to grab something real quick!” She pats your shoulder and quickly scurries into the kitchen leaving you in front of the doors.

You push it open and see one table illuminated with a single candle light. You step in and closer to the table where dishes from your hometown lay on display.

A gentle breeze sends a chill down your spine in the usual warm dining room making you turn around knowing exactly who was behind you.

“Darling, thank you for coming down here.” Kazuhas ever so soft smile never fails to make you melt.

“Kazuha what’s- did you make this?” You look back at him, excitement gleaming in your eyes making him laugh at you excitement.

“Only your favorites of course! I would’ve liked to take you back to your hometown for your birthday but were quite far from there as of now so I thought this will do, I hope you don’t mind this. I wanted to get you more but-“

“Kazuha love,” you step up to him and his arms immediately find their way onto your waist. “This is perfect ok? No need to apologize. You made my favorites! You’re here! This is so cute kazuha you even got beuido in on this to help, a dinner with you sounds like a lovley birthday gift if you ask me.” You assure him, hands making purchase on both sides of his face as he only closes his eyes.

“Thank you for spending today with me.” He whispers, nuzzling his face onto your hands. You only pull him down, placing a quick kiss on his lips before pulling away.

“You’re thanking me on my birthday? That’s a first.” You giggle and he laughs, giving you one more small kiss before pulling away and pulling a chair out for you to sit. A birthday to remember and more to come, he swears he will always keep you with him no matter what.

Kaeya *ੈ✩‧₊˚

Much like Ayato, Kaeya would much rather keep you all to himself for your special day but he knows just how many other people would love to celebrate today with you as-well.

This man would be so suspicious though, he made sure to tell everyone invited to not even give you the slightest clue what he was planning no matter how many times you asked

You seriously thought you had made him upset. He was being distant and was out late for the past month. Every time you tried bringing it up to him he’d just laugh and brush it off assuring you it was nothing.

"I think he might be upset, I don’t understand why though? I’ve asked him multiple times but he doesn’t give me a proper answer.” You sign, hand playing with the delicate teacup you were sipping from.

Lisa hums, pretending to go along with you though she knows exactly what’s going on too. She won’t admit it but she find this amusing, dear y/n is just so confused but Kaeya is just planning something so cute for them! She can’t wait to see your reaction!

“Cutie I’m sorry I don’t know why either. Maybe try asking again? I’m sure it’s nothing major though, he just might be under lots of stress.” She sends you a reassuring smile and tries her best to not giggle when you perk up. Gosh Kaeya is right you’re so cute she can’t help but want to tease you too.

"Y/n cutie, don't worry too much alright just trust him. Besides today is your birthday, relax and enjoy yourself alright, I wanted to have lunch with you. That sneaky captain would keep you all to himself if I didn’t call the shots first. He’s so greedy with you!" She clicks her tongue, making you laugh.

"You're right, thank you I'm sure it's nothing! Also, it's been a while since I've caught up with you today has been lovely so far!" you admit, taking a sip of the tea that has grown somewhat colder now.

After a bit more catching up you had decided to call it a day and head home, hopefully to catch Kaeya and spend time with him for the rest of the night.

You open the door to your shared house but your welcomed with pitch black silence.

“He’s not here.” You feel your shoulders slump a bit. “Another late night I guess, maybe he just forgot as-well like Lisa said, he has a lot in his plate.” You sigh, trying to convince yourself it’s ok, to not get sad again because you know he has responsibilities.

As you were about to step inside and close the door, a familiar shoe stops you from doing so.

“What the! Kaeya? What’re you-“

“Sweetheart,” he pants out of breath, looking behind you into the still pitch black living room. “You’re home early.” He moves some stray pieces of his hair that fell onto his face from when he ran and you look at him confused.

“Early? Uh I had nothing else to do today besides work, I wanted to see if I could spend time with you before you went to bed.” You admit and his smile widens as he reaches for your hands.

“Honestly I thought you were going to be home late again.” You laugh, looking away from his soft gaze.

“No sorry about that but not today sweetie you see today is special!” He stands up taller, bringing his hand under your chin to look back at him.

“Turn around and turn the lights on for me sweetheart.” He laughs, spinning you around and pushing you into the dark living room, standing right behind you.

“What’s going..”

His hand guides yours to the light switch by the door, once the small switch goes up familiar faces are illuminated all around your living room making you jump back into Kaeya who only laughs louder.

“SUPRISE!!” Bennet, Razor, Lisa, Jean, Barbra and an unamused Diluc jump out from different places. you blink a few times before a wide smile makes its way onto your lips.

“What? Kaeya did you let them in before I got here?” You laugh, turning to him to see a look of relief on his face.

“My love, you got here before I did, I’m surprised you didn’t see them before I got here.” He laughs, fingers intertwining with yours.

“I didn’t even hear them, let alone see them. It was too dark in here. I was wondering where you were, you haven’t been home recently so I got worried.” You admit seeing a small pout form on his lips.

“Sorry about that sweetheart, I didn’t mean to worry you. I’ve been planning this and I didn’t want you to find out. It took a while to plan just how to execute this, you ended up arriving earlier than suspected I was supposed to pick you up after your lunch with Lisa but I got caught up with something along the way. I’m sorry.” He explains, fingers playing the with sleeve of your shirt.

“All along this is what you were doing?” You whisper to him, feeling your heart rate pick up. Oh my he’s so freaking cute, you can’t help but smile at him.

“Is it cheesy?” He looks away, nervous laughter bubbling from his throat.

You don’t even reply, insead you pull him down by his shirt and wrap your arms around his neck, placing a small kiss there before whispering “This is great love, thank you for being here today and inviting everyone!” You pull back and see him grinning at you, eye closed as he pulls you closer to him, relived that this all went (somewhat) as planned.

“Happy Birthday Y/n.” His hums and looks back at everyone behind you before bursting out into a fit of laughter before pointing behind you

You turn around and hear the others start to giggle at the angry red headed man who wore a small patty hat with a scowl on his face.

“You better enjoy this y/n it took tons of convincing to make him wear that.” Jean laughs as she approaches you before giving you a hug.

"Thank you all! I wouldn't want to spend today with anyone else but you guys!" you look around smiling at them, feeling grateful for them all being here with you.

The worries you felt earlier was long gone. Kaeya gives your hand another small squeeze and smiles at you.

"Sorry I worried you but enjoy yourself tonight yah? You deserve it." He smiles bringing your hand up to place a gentle kiss. He felt so bad for letting you think he was angry but seeing the smile on your face pays off for all the planning he’s done.

Scaramouche ੈ✩‧₊˚

He couldn’t sleep. He was so nervous about planning today out and what exactly to do.

How do you even throw a party!?

Nahida helps him plan everything out. He invites her, lumine and Paimon (much to his dismay) to spend today with you because he’s unsure if his heart can handle being alone with you on such an important day.

Someone please help him he can’t handle the feelings you give him it’s actually so unfair. He just wants to make you feel special on your day.

“Scaramoche did you do this?” You ask, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape at the small cute decorations that littered the small private room in the restaurant.

“Tsk, you ask such absurd questions you know that?” He scowls, clicking his tongue and looking away. Hand letting your go to cross his arms over his chest.

“He worked quite hard on this and even invited me along to help! Lumine and Paimon were just as surprised when he invited them as we-“

“Are you going to tell them everything I did?” Scara snaps his head down, glaring at the dendro archon who only giggles.

“When Scaramoche invited us to celebrate with you of course we couldn’t say no!” Paimon smiles as Lumine hands you a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

“Aww you guys, thank you!” You smile at them both quickly hugging them before taking the flowers in your hold.

“In all honesty we didn’t believe that you two were dating. We thought he was lying but Nahida told us he wasn’t. We took her word over his.” Paimon whispers, suspiciously side eyeing Scaramoche who impatiently tapped his foot making Lumine mask a ‘cough’ to contain her laughter.

You look over at your grumpy boyfriend and link your arm with his, to which he only pulls you closer pulling you along with him to show you the small decorations he picked.

“Scaramoche they’re just teasing. I for one think this is amazing. It’s so cute! You took your time to plan this out and throw a party just for me? Are you aware of how much that means to me? I don’t even celebrate my own birthday.” You stop him from moving and he keeps his eyes looking at everything else but you.

“Scara,” You call out his name, the nick name he only allows you to call him. “Thank you, I mean it.” You reach for his hand, grabbing it before placing it onto your chest right over your heart making him look at you with wide eyes.

“What’re you-“

“Do you feel how fast my heart is beating? I dont know if my expression is enough to tell you how appreciative I am of this, my heart is beating fast because I’m happy.” You admit, smiling at him making his glare soften, a small smile forming at the curve of his lips now.

“You brat, how dare you make me this nervous when all I did was throw you a party. Besides you needed this, you’ve been overworking yourself. I think it’s about time you take a break.” A small smirk played on his lips as he rolls his eyes at you.

“Uhhh Paimon doenst mean to inturrupt but I’m hungry and this food looks amazing! If you don’t hurry up Paimon will eat without you!” Paimon calls out from behind you and Scara’s once relaxed features turn into one of annoyance again making you laugh just as hard as you had earlier.

He angrily makes his way to the table before pulling out a chair for you to sit on before he sits down himself. As everyone starts to catch up with each other it hits him just how much fun he’s actually having (despite the look on his face). Seeing you relax with everyone made him content, he can see the appeal as to why people celebrate such occasions now, especially if he’s celebrating it for you.

Childe *ੈ✩‧₊˚

He knows you don’t really care for today, that you don’t care for celebrating it in general but he works so he can’t treat you things you like!

Gift giving is one his love languages ok he can’t help it!

Like Thoma and Kazuha he wants to spend today with you and you alone, makes it more special that way!

He loves spoiling you, even if you feel bad he assures you that you’re the most deserving of what he gives you and that you deserve it for your hard work!

Though he loves spoiling you with gifts, he decides to take you somewhere you’ve been wanting to visit for a very long time instead!

Sucker #2 but for a different reason, takes today off to spend with you. He made sure you asked for today off in advance because he wanted to take a small trip with you.

“Ah Childe!” You yelp, hands reaching for his forearms to catch yourself from slipping as his hands remain over your eyes.

If you hd to guess where this mischievous bastard was taking you, you’d have zero chance because he really didn’t give you the slightest hint as to why you’ve been walking for so long, or why he had to carry you some parts of the way but you were excited nonetheless!

“Sorry! My bad, I didn’t mean for you to almost trip.” One of his hands leaves the front of your eyes to steady you, you make sure to keep your eyes shut.

“Annnnddddd,” he draws out his sentence as he comes to a stop, his hands gently holding your shoulders to stop your from taking another step. “You can open them in, three, two, one!” He whispers from besides you, removing his hands and throwing his arms up, wide smile on his face.

It takes your eyes a few seconds to adjust but you feel your breath get caught in your throat at the beautiful sight before you.

Though you’ve lived in Liyue your whole life there were still many places you’d yet to see yourself. You’ve always helped your family run the small family market in the haurbor and never had time to go out and explore like you’d always dreamed of.

When you met Childe he told you about all the places he’s been to, practically around the whole entirety of Tevayt probably. You would always listen intently about the beautiful sights he would describe in great detail. You would close your eyes and try to envision them yourself as he did so.

Guyun Stone Forest was one of the places you’d dream of visiting, going to the highest peak and looking out at what beautiful sights it had to offer and when Chile heard you talking to your mother about wanting to go there last year, well he started planning the trip there for your birthday since!

“Wow.” You whisper quietly, breathing out, feeling all the air leave your lungs before you deeply inhale again.

The peak where both Childe and you stood was decorated with lanterns and lights around a small table with a basket sitting in the middle. You never thought you’d see it so soon. It was more beautiful than you’d imagined.

It was just around six in the afternoon, the sky was golden with shades of pink which only illuminated the stone peaks even more.

“I know it’s not anything too crazy.” Childe scratches the back of his neck, you haven’t said anything since you’ve opened your eyes so he was growing worried. (he didn’t hear you whisper please say it louder next time he was getting scared lmao)

“I remember you were talking to your mother about thi-“

The bag in his hands hit the floor as you jump into his arms. Your arms wrap around his waist as his protectively go wrap themselves around your shoulders.

“Woah hey! Calm down there!” Childe chuckles, resting his head ontop of yours as he feels you squeeze him a bit tighter.

“This is more than enough Childe! This is,” you take a deep breath in again, pulling back and looking around. “This is better than any gift I could’ve gotten. Thank you for bringing me here. For listening and planning this out when you could’ve easily done something else. You didn’t even need to do this but the fact that you did makes me very happy.” You whipser, looking up at him seeing his cheeks dusted with pink.

“I know I’m a great listener! Besides, who else would I do this for? You’ve been wanting to come here for a while, figured today would be the perfect time to do so.” He whispers back, leaning forward until his forehead met yours.

“Happy birthday y/n.” He leans in to kiss your forehead and pulls back. Bending over to pick up the bag of gifts he dropped earlier before placing his hand on the small of your back, walking you to the small table that overlooks the sight you’ve dreamed of. Though the sight wasn’t nothing compared to being as beautiful as the one who he was looking at right now, no nothing will be as beautiful as you.

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authors note: hellooowww loves!! (*・‿・)ノgot this lovely request from one my sweet friend and I loved this idea so much! a shocker though! there’s no angst WHATTHE?! lol I had to stop myself from making it angsty because this is dedicated to @sunoo-bby ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡ I was planning on posting it on her birthday which was earlier this week but I sadly couldn’t since this week was pretty busy but here it is yay!! I do hope you all enjoy this cute birthday one (if it’s your birthday today or this month happy birthday!) remember to stay safe and take care ok! ^~^<3 (ALSO! This isn’t proofread so apologies for any errors!)

[erabu-san]

Chocolate for Gorou...?

[lunarcassiopeia]

Kazuhaaaaa

I wanted to experiment around with my art and try picking up things from other artists I’ve seen and this was the result of it. I very happy with how it turned out and I want to keep experimenting more with it :3

[yxstxrdrxxm-a]

SYNOPSIS: “I love you, but why do you avoid me so?”

TW/s: unrequited love, unhappy ending, Kazuha is a respectful man fr, reverse yandere dynamics (sorta), pre heikazu matchup, shit happens and it's an overall hurt/no comfort… Surprisingly. (Takes place in Kazuha's perspective + experimenting on yan reader so very ooc.)

NOTE FROM HR: Happy Valentine’s Day. Kazuha knew from this day that it wouldn't end well, and yet he kept his promise for your sake. Still, I have one question for you. Did you think what happened to you was well deserved?

Kazuha is a strange individual.

From the beginning, he made it awfully clear that you two are companions. He never thought of your bond with him as anything serious, or even had a deeper meaning to it. To him, what truly mattered was that you were with a friend.

This was made obvious. He didn't want to make things awkward, so he straight up said that the two of you are simply friends. That was your boundary, and you didn't mind that, so you two ended on that note.

Even when you both hung out, Kazuha remained the same way. He couldn't see your relationship with him soar past romance, and he was… surprisingly enough, content with the idea.

He loathed having to do the inevitable, though. Especially when he noticed the little signs of you acting odd.

Sometimes, the musician would catch you reading his music sheets. It amused him, so when he did, he went over and offered to teach you. You've always been a fan of music, so he knew you'd enjoy whatever he had planned on composing.

However, what he didn't expect was for you to actually compose something for him. You said that it was for his sake, considering he was with you even when things aren't going so well at his job.

It was also a sign of appreciation, you told him.

But he didn't believe you.

It isn't because he disliked the gift— he adored it. He truly did. However, he simply felt as though he didn't deserve it. Maybe it was insane for him to think of that, but he hated to see you wind up hurt because of it.

The sweetest adoration can always be the most bitter hatred. That is what he learned.

But you didn't stop when he told you it was not necessary. You insisted on it, so you pushed through with your plans, making it happen even if Kazuha knew that it was a horrible idea.

Watching you make it without a single fuss or complaint, he simply stayed by your side so you don't wind up becoming ill in your ventures of composing it. He frowned every time you denied it, only to see you take it without fuss when he wasn't present.

Such a difficult thing you are. You should take better care of yourself, he wanted to say. However, he kept his mouth shut and continued on with what he's doing.

Each day, you seem to slave away with composing the music to perfection. Kazuha tried to dissuade you, but you simply shrugged him off, like you didn't want him to stop you from your actions.

It worried him. It worried him so much as your friend, as he didn't want you to die doing such a thing. After all, had you've known he was more interested in you honing your skills for yourself, would you have told him otherwise?

And yet all he can do is watch until you've finished your life's work. You were excited as you told him, and he even tried to play what you made so you two can tell how it sounds. However, much like his feelings in the relationship, it sounded sour.

It was anything unlike the things he's heard, and even he knew it was a novice’s work. Stopping his playing, he examined the notes, trying to decipher what it said. Although, at the corner of his eyes, he could see that your hopes were dashed.

So he simply abandoned the criticism he has for your work and focused on consoling you. In his eyes, you've done your best, and yet the seeds of doubt were sewn in your head.

Did he truly like it? Or did you simply think he did out of obligation?

Each day that passed, your relationship with Kazuha became less friendly and became more of a one-sided budding romance. Kazuha has already put himself out there, but you can’t seem to notice it, like you were blinded to such signs. Or maybe you aren’t, but you simply chose to ignore them for the sake of having what’s yours.

Kazuha could hardly wrap his head around it. He didn’t want you to fall for him, he didn’t want you to suffer the pain of being rejected. Even if his job entailed such horrid truths for ‘rejecting’ someone, he did not want to bring harm to you.

You were his only friend outside the company. The light he considered to be the warmest, the one that kept his mind clear.

Alas, like other light sources, yours dwindled and began to lose its spark.

He tried to stop you multiple times. He didn’t want you hurt, but all you did was simply insist on it. You forced it on him, begging for him to even take a second glimpse into it. That you’d make him happy if he gave it a chance.

That was when he knew you were too far gone.

It was the night before Valentine’s, and yet Kazuha stood by your porch. At the back of his hand was a bouquet he had, and like a cliche romance troupe, he had prepared chocolates and even a music sheet he composed himself.

Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door.

…

No response.

He knocked again.

…

Nothing.

Then, he turned the door open and walked inside.

Metallic. It’s so pungent, it’s what made him stumble. His eyes widened as he struggled to simply keep his footing. He always forgot how hard it was for him to keep his ground, he thinks.

Looking down, he was met with an awful surprise.

Bloodied sheets were laid bare all across the floor, with a few of its piles drenched in blood. The one who became the source of its ‘mess’ laid on the piano, your head simply laying on the keys for God knows how long. The blood has stopped pouring, but there were still some on your body and the keys.

He grimaced.

He could hardly care for the flowers now.

You were killed by someone else.

Quietly, he walked to your corpse, his frown evident on his face. He hardly knew what became of your fate, but the music sheet in front of him had a single phrase as its title.

‘Goodnight, Sweet Prince’.

“... You always told me you’re never this sappy.”

Taking a seat, he gently moved the body aside and let the head lean back, this time so he could play the music that you composed. There were a few parts that led to it sounding distorted, but with Kazuha’s hands, it became bearable to listen to.

Still, Kazuha remained that frown on his face.

He lost the one that gave him the light, after all. Now, he’s back walking in the dark.

@.throw-letter-away | do not republish or repost my works anywhere | 2024

[writteninchalk]

sleepless night || kaedehara kazuha x gn reader

"hey,"

you startle at the sound of kazuha's greeting, his attempt at not startling you foiled as he forgot how silent his footfalls were when approaching you.

"sorry, didn't mean to scare you," he flashes an apologetic smile as he sits beside you.

you nod in silent acceptance, returning your attention back to the night sky.

"can't sleep?"

you hum in response.

"ill keep you company, if you don't mind,"

you turn to meet his gaze, eyes brimming with curiosity that was washed away when you see the sky reflected in his eyes.

kazuha's cheeks flush a light pink when you don't relent your undivided attention.

and yet, he doesn't look away.

"is that a yes?" he tries to bring back your focus with a shy smile.

his answer comes in the form of you holding out your hand; an invitation, one that he could never refuse (nor would he ever dream of even doing so).

and just as his hand brushes against yours, you intertwine your fingers with his, bringing his hand to rest against your cheek as your lips curl into a smile that makes his heart bloom with a warm affection that stems from the roots of his being.

your eyes slip shut and its still you, the stars and kazuha.

its just that its now you and kazuha, and the stars take a step back, taking over as admirer, until the sun kisses your skin.

until then, its back to being another silent night with love in silence.

[almond-t0fu]

Beidou: i just ended a four year relationship.

Kazuha/reader: I'm...I'm sorry...

Beidou: it's ok, it wasn't my relationship.