#kaedehara kazuha x gn reader
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tobi-boi · 2 years ago
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They want your attention
Characters included: Arataki Itto, Hu Tao, Kaedehara Kazuha, Scaramouche
Genre: fluff
Reader gender: gender neutral
Warnings: none
Word count: 455
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✦Arataki Itto✦
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╺ Itto wouldn't ask for it. He would just tackle you into a hug.
╺ If he spooks you too much, he'll be repeatedly apologize for it. He didn't mean to, after all.
╺ "I'm sorry for startling you."
╺ When he's had a long day; he'll just kinda walk over to you and bury his face in the crook of your neck.
╺ Itto loves when you play with his hair– so much so; that he wouldn't notice if you braided it, until someone points it out.
╺ He also likes to just hear your voice, it'd be enough to get him to fall asleep.
╺ If he knows you can sing, he'll pester you about it frequently.
✦Hu Tao✦
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╺ Hu Tao necessarily ask for it either. She would just start telling you stories and jokes.
╺ "Heeeyy! [Name], guess what?"
╺ Sometimes she'll ask you if you want a hug, when she's the one who actually wants one.
╺ When she's had a long day; she'll just sit next to you and rest her head on your shoulder.
╺ Hu tao loves when you hold her hands and run your fingers over her rings.
╺ She also loves when you hold her face in your hands and trace circles on her cheeks.
✦Kaedehara Kazuha✦
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╺ Kazuha, on the other hand, will ask for your attention. He'll ask if he can hold your hand or rest his head on your shoulder.
╺ "[Name], may I hold your hand?"
╺ Of course he'll respect your choice if you say no, he loves just being in your presence anyway.
╺ When he's had a long day; he'll just stretch his arms out, hinting to you that he wants attention.
╺ Kazuha loves when you play with his hair. If he's sitting on your lap with his face buried in the crook of your neck; he might even fall asleep due to it.
╺ He also loves when you sing for him, sometimes he also sings along with you.
✦Scaramouche✦
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╺ Scaramouche wouldn't ask for it. He'll just stare at you– and when you look over at him; he'll ask you if you want his attention.
╺ "What? Do you want my attention or something?"
╺ When he's had a long day; he'll just demand you give him attention instead– that, or he'll just hug you from behind and bury his face in your shoulder.
╺ "Give me attention."
╺ Scaramouche loves when you play with his hair– he's usually using your lap as a pillow when that's the case and 9 times out of 10, he'll fall asleep.
╺ He also loves when you hold his hands and trace circles on his palms.
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enochscribbles · 1 year ago
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Saké Camellias
Word count: 3.4k || Gender neutral reader Pairing: can be read as platonic or romantic
Kaedehara Kazuha x Forest Watcher!Reader. Not requested, just something I wrote awhile ago. Nothing really happens.
Synopsis: the crew of the Alcor is celebrating on solid land, and you and a friend have slipped away from the tavern and its chatter.
“You’re drunk.”
“Am not.”
“You are,” you chuckle, glancing over at him to make sure he doesn’t need steadying. “You so are.”
“Mmnot.”
You sip your own drink, a non-alcoholic and deathly sweet, dendrobium red. “Sure.”
Kazuha spins just to grin at you. “I can hold my liquor, Forest Watcher.”
“You can barely hold yourself up.”
“How rude.” Light-footed as ever, it’s a trait that never leaves him, even as clearly wasted as he is. He doesn’t trip, even walking backwards, nor stumble. In fact, his words don’t slur at all; but you know him, and even if you didn’t, the rosy flush of his cheeks would be a dead giveaway.
You only laugh again and take another sip.
It’s night-time. The moon, a full, unblinking eye, glimmers silver in the black sky, among constellations like scattered marbles on a bedroom floor. Its light breaks the shadows of the ornamental garden you two move leisurely through with clarity, revealing blossoming pinks of the flowers and their proud reds, soft oranges and freckled blues. You don’t know any of their names, do you? Maybe there was alcohol in this after all.
“Should we go back?” Something in his expression tells you he knows the answer as he asks.
“No,” you say. If you didn’t feel so damned peaceful, you’d curse yourself for being so predictable. “Let’s stay out here a while longer.”
He grins, and turns again.
You faintly hear the rest of the crew from the tavern – is it a tavern if it’s Inazuman? it's not like an inn, anyway – chatter, raucous laughter, you only hope at the back of your mind they don’t break anything, but knowing pirates, the chances aren’t exactly slim.
Pirates, are you a pirate now?
…Nah. You’ll always belong to the rainforest, even so far across the sea.
Even so…you like this as a temporary home.
“…What are you doing.” It’s a statement out of your mouth less than a question. Deadpan. Kazuha throws his head back with a laugh that rings in your heart, as ugly as it may sound warbled by the drink’s effects. Not a care in the world.
“Searching for something. A ronin comes to know many things. Search with me?”
When you step forward to comply, he holds up a hand, only his smile cracking the dead serious demeanour.
“No. Actually. It’ll be a surprise.”
You shrug, cup your hands around your drink, though it may not be warm.
Is he…rooting around in the flowers?
It startles you, honestly, when his hand shoots up, triumphant – he’s plucked a red flower and now holds it to the sky.
“For a samurai,” Kazuha nearly drawls, though his voice remains gentle. “A red camellia is a symbol. Yellow or pink varieties may refer to missing a friend, or so I’m told, while white camellias refer to a period of waiting. The red, however…”
He lowers his hand like the flower’s made of glass, and meets your gaze. His is like firelight. You’d start if you didn’t miss it whenever it left you.
“A noble death. Fitting, no?”
Ah.
“The dream of every samurai.”
He nods conspiratorially. “Exactly. To perish with grace and dignity is many a warrior’s final wish, why, it’s the origin of seppuku…a samurai must die honourably, for, does any other way really have them fit for the title?”
“Though, I heard it a different way.”
Kazuha looks up again, a curious expression unfurling on his flushed face.
“Oh?”
“For those who don’t consider themselves warriors, the red camellias have a quite simple meaning.” From where do you know this, anyway? One of Tighnari’s long rambles, though, you can’t imagine why he’d be talking of Inazuman flowers…
You let your gaze drift across the lake of flowers.
“They just mean love.”
You hear Kazuha laugh gently.
“That too, y/n.” You look over and he’s tucking the flower into his obi. He glances up, looking possibly the most mischievous you’ve ever seen him. “Love.”
You knock your shoulder to his playfully with a snort. Of course he’d deliberately make it unclear whether he was just repeating the word or addressing you.
That is incredibly…drunk Kazuha.
“You knew you’d get this drunk. You only denied you were ‘cause I don’t really drink.”
“Maybe. The sounds of nature whisper clear skies tonight, and I felt I could afford to.” He looks at you warmly. “I don’t feel I am in danger with you at my side.”
You scoff. “That’s rather unwise. You’re a hundred times better than me with a blade.”
“Maybe, y/n, but you command the hush of the earth and the skies. Perhaps it’s your connection to the tree of wisdom, but you’re more powerful than you know.”
“I’m not sure I am. How’d you know, anyway?”
“The birds told me.”
A smile cracks across your face. “You usually put it more eloquently than that.”
“Alright.” He closes his eyes, and begins quietly, “Cooling under the eaves.”
Cooling under the eaves. You commit the phrase to memory.
“And just as cool…”
Just as.
“Birdsong.”
“That wasn’t five-seven-five.”
“Did it have to be? It was pretty. The cool air, just as surrounds us now, compared to birdsong.” He opens his eyes, face still pink, and you wonder if it’d be hot as a furnace if you put your hand to it. It certainly looks that way. “Birdsong cool as night air, like wind chimes’ piercing sound.”
He takes your hand with his bandaged one before you can respond, a gesture familiar from the ship’s deck. It’s always felt more like something between friends than of romantic partners, and you tighten your hand around his gladly.
“Come on. We should be getting back to the others.”
“Just what I was thinking, before you collapse and I have to carry you back to the inn.”
He gives you a sly look. “A samurai is well acquainted with the song of wine.”
“Yeah, I bet you’re also well acquainted with the dirt if you drink this much every time.”
He makes a little huffing sound.
“But really, you should visit Mondstadt. The stories I’ve heard from Collei are truly just that. If you’re interested in this melody of hard alcohol, that is a wonderful destination.”
“Is that so?”
He falls a little into your side. Not so light-footed after all.
“We’ll have to go together sometime.”
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You spend most of the walk back to the inn without exchanging words, a few of the crew joining you on the way. They don’t comment on your joined hands, well used to such things both from you two and among themselves, and you sneak glances at the two rumourmongers as you walk (making sure Kazuha doesn’t slip as you go, as if he really needs it).
You hear much of Captain Beidou’s alleged interest in a female crewmate who’s hidden her affections for a long while, a curious but intriguing prospect considering her, well, rather obvious relationship of a certain kind with a lady of the Jade Chamber…though you doubt Ningguang would object strongly to such a thing from what little you know.
A couple of the crew break off to head back to the ship, and you’re at the inn before you know it. You gently extricate your hand from a Kazuha pretending he’s not about to nod off, and head to your room. Of course, it would be well within expectation for him to drink and celebrate until dawn, as much of crew was in fact still doing, but…it seemed he was satisfied with the evening, and had already decided he’d drank his fill.
A strange thing, considering how he really was…”acquainted with the song of wine”. The thought drifts lazily in your head as you fall into sleep’s sea that you may have played a part in that.
The last things you think of are the rosy blush on his face and the curl of his bandaged fingers around the red camellia stem, and then you’re dreaming of magnolias, growing on the mossy branches of home.
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banzaitaka · 2 years ago
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Genshin Impact_Inazuma_Masterlist
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Rules and other masterlists
Arataki Itto
romantic
none
platonic
none
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Gorou
romantic
none
platonic
none
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Kaedehara Kazuha
romantic
none
platonic
none
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Kamisato Ayato
romantic
none
platonic
none
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Kunikuzushi
romantic
none
platonic
none
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Shikanoin Heizou
romantic
none
platonic
none
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jinmanian · 5 months ago
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𓏲𝄢 ▎lovebirds: 𝘬𝘢𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘬𝘢𝘻𝘶𝘩𝘢 𝔵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
𓏲𝄢 ▎synopsis: 「 after a heated argument between the two cause of a overwhelming addiction, kazuha returns to an unforgivable sight. 」
𓏲𝄢 ▎tags: gnetural 𝜗𝜚 angst 𝜗𝜚 drinking 𝜗𝜚 fluff 𝜗𝜚 alcohol addiction 𝜗𝜚 lowercase intended 𝜗𝜚 morden!au 𝜗𝜚 lowkey toxic relationship 𝜗𝜚 slight occ!kaekazu 𝜗𝜚 2.6k wrds .
𓏲𝄢 ▎Badtz: personally this wasn't the easiest nor hardest thing to write, some plot [ tiny bits not huge ] were taken from fanfictions I've recently seen therefore I'd like to give full credits to my angst writers, also another thing this fanfiction is kinda all over the place since I was writing it all night and it's current six:fifty-eight in the morning 😭 and I fell asleep twice while making this and now I'm finally posting it without editing .
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it happened again, you did it again. why were you surprised? you were bound to lose it. even if kazuha informed you countless times, spent minutes, that eventually led to hours and hours taking the lead role of your therapist and boyfriend. though his efforts were always in vain, the alcohol always found its way back into your life.
kazuha had unfortunately grown used to your usage of alcohol, yes you had a high tolerance though that was never the point. no matter how many times you'd say ‘no worries kazu I got it all under control now!’ or ‘only one bottle I promise..’ kazuha knew you'd end up chugging innumerable bottles. you’d often use it in a hyperbolical way to joke about your cravings but kazuha never laughed. not even once.
kazuha had to countlessly throw bottles away and even force you to discard them in front of his very eyes only to discover one of two possibilities, either you bought more bottles or you had the audacity to hide the rest from you.
( you were hopeless )
but kazuha never told you that, it was always something stopping him from throwing you out. though when he did you'd be knocking right back on the door, more drunk than before. begging on your knees with salty tears decorating those half lid eyes, you didn't care who was watching nor who ridiculous you appeared to the human eye that was kazuha's. feeling like he was going to vomit from the alcohol burning his nostrils.
he couldn't just leave you, you were like a bird with clipped wings, though your wings never seemed to heal and only got worse as time passed.
but today? kazuha actually gained hope and happiness. days he'd see you in the living room no alcohol in sight when you cried while he comforted, no alcohol in the fridge, no alcohol in hiding. there was nothing. was this addiction over? would you and kazuha finally be free from this caged relationship he had almost felt chained to? no. he should've known better than getting his hopes high with you.
you and kazuha had gone on a date, though you thought it was about your addiction “ending” he insisted it was just for giggles and genuine happiness. to relieve your mind of any stress, to remind you that kazuha had been with you through thick and thin, continuing this cycle with you despite the consequences he'd get because of it. even after your date you insisted on baking with the male, surprisingly on both halfs you hadn't thought of alcohol, just kazuha. but unfortunately, all good things must come to an end.
recently you've received unneeded criticism from your workspace. it didn't have you craving, it just annoyed you, but stressed you out was the nights you were forced to stay in ‘til three or hell even six in the morning due to those addictions having your work overdue, coming home at around six:thirty to a loving kazuha sleeping soundly on the couch. you remembered almost getting fired for the quantums of late work, it didn't surprise you, nothing about this job surprised you anymore.
your eyes threatened to close, you were working those tiresome nights, your workspace looked more pedestrian than normal. today you got around two in the morning, you didn't know what had gotten over you but next thing you knew, bottles were in front of you, bitter taste burning your throat.
bottle after bottle, the bitterness threatening to go down, you threw on the sidewalk with a disgusted look painting your face, everything and I mean everything was spinning.
before you knew it you had blacked out, it wasn't from the burnouts during work it was from alcohol, no matter how bitter it tasted you only asked for a stronger dose. familiar voices echoed in and out through your ears, but why did you crave more? why did alcohol force its way back into your life? why did you force it back into your life?
you woke to a pounding headache, your eyes widening, noticing it was your— kazuha’s house. you felt like you were going to throw up again, your breath cutting short, stomach empty with guilt, digging your nails into your skin like it was human nature. you wanted to hide, so you did. you didn't know where you were hiding, but what you did know was your heart stopping the moments that front door opened.
❝please, come out. I'm in no mood to play this game with you.❞ you couldn't move just curl into a ball, that's when you finally noticed you were hiding, where you always stored your alcohol bottles. you hadn't come there to hide, you came there to drink.
after minutes, almost an hour of silence, kazuha's silhouette made your heart jump. ❝please come out willingly or I'll drag you forcefully.❞ wrapping into a tighter ball and scooting away from him, though within seconds you were being dragged from your spot while trying clawing at the ground trying to remain in there.
your screams, desperately pleading him to stop, to leave you there fell on deaf ears ‘til you were fully out. ❝kazuha ‘m sorry— sorry, so sorry! I was stressed and I wasn't planni—❞
❝get out.❞
everything fell silent, like your world had collapsed. he was kicking you out? but it was all an accident, you swear! before you could respond kazuha was already grabbing your hand, not hard enough to hurt you but firm enough to drag you out. even if you pleaded countlessly, he wouldn't listen.
once he finally stopped walking you knew what was bound to happen. ❝I'm not going to humiliate you by dragging you out so please just walk out.❞ you weren't moving nor was he listening. and that was how your argument started, all he said before leaving was “by the time I hope you'll be gone, but If you aren't I will drag you out.”
you did the only thing you felt like doing, alcohol. bitterness. your hands trembled, the cool glass meeting your lips, what if you did more? you needed more, kazuha felt like your light when all you did was drink and drink ‘til you passed out or kazuha would put you to rest.
by the time kazuha returned he almost fell back, looking down to see, you were still here. clinging to his leg dried and wet tears alongside alcohol mushing your brain. ❝kazu— I'm so sorry, I promise I'll stop, please just give me another chance please, please, please— goddammit kaedehara I love you so much I swear, I'll try to stop, just for you okay? just please don't throw me out, please?❞
the platinum blond couldn't even bear looking at you, his heart swelling with his back pressed against the door and his hands shaking. ❝we can't— it's unhealthy and it's ruining us.❞ he mumbled in a shaky voice. a part of him wanted to leave you yet the side you knew and loved couldn't abandon you.
❝kazu— baby, I love you, i love you i swear I'll try❞ ❝you don't love me. if you did, you'd respect my wishes in leaving my house or stopping your addiction. but you failed to do either❞ burying your head in his leg, you knew he was right. tugging at his shirt struggling to stand on your two feet. stumbling forward and wrapping your hands around the male only to be pushed back, unlocking the door and wanting to push you out, fighting his emotions with a drained sigh, he locked the door.
❝you sleep on the couch.❞ kazuha's voice was stern but also regretful, pushing you back and quickly making his way to your– well now his bedroom. (maybe yours and his if you act right)
your clothes reeked of alcohol and sweat, stumbling your way to kazuha’s room, sticking to the walls for support. you didn't need alcohol right now, you just wanted kazuha more than anything. yeah your cravings could wait but kazuha? he definitely couldn't. he was more of a need than a want, the medicine to your sickness, he was the one who picked on the broken pieces of your heart, the one piecing them back together with that warm inviting smile. you loved kazuha, you really did even through his flaws you still loved him, though you couldn't just choose between the two. alcohol was most likely all you knew, you had thought about smoking but when you instantly didn't like it.
parts of you were still sober, not much, which you equally loved and hated. poking your head in, the blond was in the showers. slowly you made your way to the closest, grabbing some random clothes and subconsciously grabbing a shirt that you knew wasn't yours, but would he really mind?
you decided to use the bathroom in the hallway, but when you went to turn the water on you fell into the shower getting your wet so you just waited with your arms crossed.
by the way kazuha had finished he was surprised to see you waiting there, your face and shirt were half soaked and your pants were getting wet from water dripping from your face and drenched shirt. you didn't even have to explain kazuha just sighed and told you to wait there. kazuha wasn't surprised, you'd done this before but way funnier, but today it wasn't as funny, no one laughed. not even a chuckle nor a giggle.
you two didn't even talk and when you tried touching him he just put your hand back into the receptacle. despite kazuha's disappointment and need to be alone, he didn't rush nor was he rough. even when the both of you finished, giving you a towel and carrying you out, though it felt comfortable you could tell kazuha wasn't having this.
instantly putting you in the bathroom located in the hallway since “your” clothes were originally placed and that was the end. once you came out the bedroom door was closed and the bottles were gone, your throat felt dry and unfortunately he had almost gotten all the bottles.
kazuha's shirt was warm unlike the bitter taste burning your throat yet it still felt comforting. instantly putting the bottles away upon hearing the male open the door, you don't know what came over you but the moment you saw kazuha you ran and hugged him.
❝kazuuu! baby your home!❞ your words slurred, grabbing his hand and putting it on your cheek while he just stared. an unpleasant look spread across his face. ❝I've was already home to begin with.❞
you frowned, tilting your head in confusion. ❝oh you were? i didn't notice you ‘til now!❞ a smile spread across your lips, kazuha tried moving away from you, but you were glued to him like paper, like the cotton that warmed his soft skin. ❝kazu— baby, I love you so much!❞ glaring at you and finally pulling you off and sitting you on the couch.
❝this is where you'll be sleeping alright?❞ just as you were about to protest kazuha silenced you. ❝it could be temporary if you act right for the night then i might allow you to sleep with me again.❞ thinking about it for a moment an idea forming in your head. ❝mhm! but kiss me first.❞ kazuha eyes widen, raising a brow. ❝what? n—no!❞ ❝then I'm not sleeping out here!❞
looking you up and down, rolling his eyes ‘nd grabbing your cheek and pressing his lips against yours. the taste of alcohol didn't sit right with the male, it was clearly the reason for his pull back. ❝now stay and sleep.❞ standing up laying your head on his shoulder. ❝but before, can I have another—❞ ❝no. sit.❞ pouting sitting back on the couch. kazuha stared at you for a while, slowly backing up, before he turned. that's when he finally noticed. ❝is that my shirt?❞ he questioned stepping closer realizing in fact, yes it was his shirt.
❝why? do you— actually just nevermind.❞ kazuha just made sure you stayed there before leaving to his own bed.
later into the night, one am to be exact. kazuha woke up to a slow and short knock. lazily slipping out of bed, it wasn't any surprise to see you just standing there. ❝kazu i can't sleep, please can we sleep together?❞ ❝we already agreed on you sleeping in the living room.❞
❝i’ll sleep on the floor.❞ you suggested, digging your nails into your skin kazuha simply shook his head. ❝i want you to be comfortable, no sleeping on the ground.❞ ❝but i can't sleep at all!❞ crossing his arms, the both of you continued going back and front tiredly ‘til the blond gave in. honestly he didn't know what was worse the fact you stole his shirt or that he gave in.
he was glad you stayed on your own side, getting comfortable and eventually falling asleep, at around three he was woken up again. he didn't move, he only hummed. ❝kaedehara, I still can't sleep.❞ kazuha's eyes slowly open ‘til they were half lid. he was barely even conscious, shifting around now facing you. grabbing your body and resting his chin on your head, you could tell he was barely in the right state of mind. hugging his body, he was warm, driving closer to his embrace.
when you awoke, the bits of sunlight hitting your face, the bed felt cold, kazuha was gone and your head was hurting like you hit your head against the wall numerous times ‘til you passed out. the sound of the door opening caught your attention, kazuha handed you a cup of water and painkillers.
without any thoughts you instantly hugged the male almost making him drop both the water and painkillers. ❝kazuha please don't kick me out–❞ ❝just take the painkillers and then we'll talk alright?❞ you nodded watching kazuha leave them on the nightstand. taking the painkillers and water, it was hard to digest, speaking of the thought that your throat felt awfully dry.
a certain scent filled your nose, it smelled good walking towards the kitchen seeing kazuha making breakfast for the both of you, he almost jumped seeing you watch him but he could tell you were hungry. ❝please eat okay?❞ nodding sitting at the table, it was awfully silent, maybe even uncomfortable.
a plate was set in front of you, it smelled better than alcohol, poking at your food the smell almost had you drooling. ❝hey, i thought about last night and since i couldn't come to a decision i talked to someone about it, without details of course!❞ he noticed how you weren't reacting nor touching your food anymore.
❝i’m not kicking you out, i’ll try again with you. just please, don't make me regret my decisions.❞ your head shot up, you didn't know how to react nor what to say. kazuha approached you with caution, hugging you warmly and pressing a kiss on your forehead.
❝are you willing to try with me?❞ ❝of course i am!❞ kazuha smiled pressing his lips against yours yet this time it felt better and lasted longer. ❝good now please eat, it took me forever to make that.❞ you giggled, hugging him warmly. everything was back to how you both wanted it, though you weren't ever a fan of therapists you went for your own sake (and kazuha’s). maybe this time it’ll be different if you tried, all you knew currently was you'd do anything to keep kazuha in your life.
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catcze · 26 days ago
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#MULTI — The excuse he uses to hold your hand wc: 0.7 fluff, teasing, established relationship, hand holding !! — How's he gonna get out of this one?
Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!
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It catches you by surprise— where you had both just been walking along, enjoying the atmosphere, the touch of his fingers weaving between yours is something you hadn't been expecting.
It wasn't unwelcome, though. Far from it.
The tangent you had been rambling on about trails away like leaves in the wind as you blink down at the hand that gasps yours securely. Beside you, he carries on as if there were no such change, even having the gall to raise his eyebrow when he notices you falling silent.
"You were saying?" he asks, as if to prompt you back into your ramble, but you practically bulldoze over his faux nonchalance by squeezing his hand and waving it between you two.
"Oh, look at you, being so forward," you tease, swinging your hands back and forth. "I'm not at all complaining, but, well, I didn't think you'd be so bold."
He huffs at you a bit, eyes narrowed in an expression that you'd dare say is petulant. Maybe even flustered. The first thing out of his mouth is—
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"It looked like you wanted to hold hands. I'm just saving you the trouble of asking." He says, gaze not meeting your own, but hand still firmly holding yours. You have to fight back an amused smile.
When you teasingly try to let your hand slip out from his, relaxing your grip, his own immediately tightens. His narrowed, accusatory gaze snaps to yours so fast that for a second you worry he might injure his neck.
"Uh huh, you keep telling yourself that," you tease, sidling up close enough that you can nudge him with your shoulder.
It's cute, you think, how he immediately leans closer to you when you come near. Like he's not even aware he does it, like his body just wants to be closer to you. When he realizes what happened, there's a moment where his eyes widen— then his gaze is trained on the path in front, decidedly not making eye contact. Cute, you think again.
"i like holding hands with you, you know" you tell him tenderly, quietly— a sweet secret just between the two of you. You squeeze his hand and, unhesitatingly, he squeezes back. "I wouldn't mind doing it more often."
And oh, he hopes you don't notice the heat to his cheeks, and the darkening of the tips to his ears. Hopes you don't notice the quirk to the edges of his lips that he just. can't. keep. down. Hopes you don't make out how damn pleased he sounds when he says, "If that's what you want," knowing that it's exactly what he wants, too.
— Scaramouche / Wanderer, Xiao, Cyno, Boothill, Dr. Ratio, Alhaitham
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"Why? Am I not allowed to?" Comes his teasing response, making you roll your eyes.
"You know that's not what I meant," you grumble, playfully punching his arm, knowing that you did little to no actual damage. Still, he pretends to wince and rub the area you hit, grimacing.
"No need to get violent," he says, "You're hurting my feelings, love."
"You're awful," you tell him.
"And yet you've still yet to let go of my hand," he reminds you all-too-happily, raising said hand to his lips and pressing a kiss to your knuckles.
At the gesture, a tingle runs up your spine and butterflies come to life in your stomach— you wonder if he can hear the frantic pulse in your wrist, if he can see the way you cover up how damn flustered you are with a scowl.
You hate hate hate the way he's turned the tables on you— how he's managed to turn what was supposed to be you teasing him into him turning you into a gooey mess yet again. And yet...
"Oh shut up and keep walking," you say in defeat, not able to look him in the eye. You might just combust on the spot if you do.
He sounds all too pleased as he lets your hands drop between you two, fingers still weaved together, swinging your joint hands easily to the breeze.
There's a smile to his voice when he says— "Whatever you say, beloved."
— Wriothesley, Jing Yuan, Argenti, Childe, Ayato, Kazuha, Lyney
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stxxryvoid · 5 months ago
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˚₊‧꒰ა Silly Things That They Do ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Genshin Impact
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✧ Silly (and sometimes annoying) things that they do, but it's okay you love them anyway <3
✧ Featuring ✧ Childe, Heizou, Kazuha, Kaeya, Venti, Kaveh, and Itto x GN! Reader (Separate)
✧ Content Warnings ✧ Some swearing
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✧ Childe
"Rise and shine sleepy head!" No further explanations needed.
He'll roll you up in your blankets for no apparent reason and then leave before you can escape the soft prison he put you in.
If you're going to jump on the bed he'll mf snatch the pillow and you fall on the bed itself.
When he's cooking he'll def shape the food into cute shapes.
He'd probably find something you're looking for and say he doesn't know where it is, but a while later will give it to you so you can praise him and give him a kiss.
Comes up from behind you and puts his hands over your eyes saying: "Guess who?"
Tells you to stay out of trouble when he's gone even though anything you do will never amount to the shit he does when he's working.
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✧ Shikanoin Heizou
Kicks your feet under the table like he's a damn child.
Anytime he does something he expects a kiss as a reward.
He could literally open a jar you couldn't open and expect a big kiss and cuddles.
If you ask him to make you coffee he'll definitely make it!
You just won't get it unless you get up yourself because you only asked him to make it not bring it.
But if you ask him next time to bring the coffee he'll bring the whole ass coffee pot bc you didn't ask for it in a cup.
Will blame you for him waking up late on a work day when he's the one staying up late to work on cases.
Gets genuinely offended when you tell him no fried food bc it's not good for him.
He does a ">:(" and gives you one-worded responses for an hour.
He's not mad he's just the biggest tease to exist on Teyvat.
Start getting actually upset and he actually feels so bad and does anything to make it up to you.
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✧ Kaedehara Kazuha
Comes up behind you without making a sound says "Hi." and scares the living daylights out of you.
If you catch him doing smth he'll use such poetic words you can't even understand to get out of the situation.
Starts spitting poetry out of nowhere.
It could be dead silent between the two of you and he gives you a romantic poem.
If he's cooking he will put food you do not like in there but hide it so well it tastes good to you.
While you're eating he'll stare at you like 🙂
Then you realized you fell victim to eating smth like brussel sprouts again.
If you're working he'll deadass show up in your office or smth.
Like how??
No notification from your coworkers and you js look up he's there.
Kazuha 10/10 horror movie killer material, silent footsteps, appears out of nowhere, unsuspecting, and has a sharp weapon
He knows so many cats like wtf
A cat comes up to him he pets it and says "Hi, cat name." AND DOES IT W SO MANY CATS??
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✧ Kaeya
Okay I know I called Heizou the biggest tease but I changed my mind.
If Heizou is the king of teasing Kaeya is the all knowing, all powerful, all mighty god of teasing.
Flirts with you at the most random times.
Could be fighting some monsters he decides its the best time to try a new pick up line.
And it's always the best one's too, but he decides to save the horrendous ones for completely normal times.
He has no life.
With no cavalry to captain he can't be the cavalry captain so with nothing to do most of the time he's glued to your hip.
He'll play with your hair in front of someone no matter how many times you smack his hand away.
Claims he needs some random article of clothing on him fixed just so he can have your attention.
Y'know that thing where you bump your hip on someone to make them trip/fall over?
He does that.
If you stumble he'll act like he did nothing and turn the other way.
If you fall and it's hilarious he'll laugh before helping you up.
But if you fall and hurt yourself he'll actually feel bad and help you up and make sure you're okay. He's at your beck and call for the rest of the day.
He needs attention.
It's like taking care of a big cat.
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✧ Venti
Also does the hip bump thing.
If you go to find him after he does some drinking he could be in the most random ass position ever.
Laying back down legs up against a building.
Passed out on some hay in a crate.
Sleeping under a bench.
You can't even be surprised anymore.
His feet are actually icebergs.
When he takes off them stocking things he puts his feet on you and your body temperature decreases by 20 degrees.
Styles his hair and yours in the most random ways.
If you wear makeup he took it once and ended up looking like a barbie doll got into a street fight and lost.
Sings you songs about the most random shit.
He turned milk and cookies into a song.
Meowing back at cats is normal.
But he barks back at dogs and really puts the enthusiasm in it..
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✧ Kaveh
Plays with his food.
Moves it around on his plate to form shapes before he actually eats it.
Sometimes is drinking while he draws things and was painting once and ended up drinking the paint water on accident.
He spat it out and started rubbing his tongue while you and Al haitham were like 🤨
Thought all he loses are his keys?
Nah everything he's touched has been lost at least once.
He's still looking for some things that vanished into thin air.
He sometimes talks in his sleep.
Mostly about you, cats, dogs, and food.
He's actually so knowledgeable on beauty products??
You could be buying something for skin care and he snatches it and says "No."
"Don't buy this..." and yaps on for a good minute.
Then he'll go and pick up smth else for you and buy it for you and you're js left there shocked.
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✧ Arataki Itto
This man is the epitome of silly.
He also cant whisper for shit.
Do NOT shit talk someone to him all of Inazuma will know within 30 minutes.
He has so many spare combs.
A backup comb for his comb a back-backup comb for the backup comb a back-back-backup comb for the back-backup comb and so on...
Don't give him hot sauce. Just don't.
Do NOT mess up his hair. He'll be ":(" the entire day.
He knows about lots of good food.
Can he cook any of this good food?
Hell no.
If you cook him anything he'll be so happy and eats every last crumb, would probably eat the plate to get all the macromolecules of the food.
(If he even knew what a macromolecule is)
If you make him something it's treasured forever and the only fingerprints on it are yours and his.
Definitely owns a diary somewhere.
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-Stxxry
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taintedtort · 7 months ago
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can you do some kazuha (genshin) fluff headcanons please🙏🙏🙏 its a bit hard to find some on here
" BEST BOYFRIEND AWARD! "
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summary. kazuha headcannons :)
character. kazuha :P
warnings. gn!reader, established relationship, modern!au in a few
a/n. i love doing these! i do agree that we need more kazuha hcs lolz
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☆ he lets you play with his hair :) loves when you braid it
☆ he writes haiku‘s about you, but sometimes he gets a little embarrassed reading them
☆ rarely ever gets mad at you. like ever.
☆ ^ if you do somehow manage to upset him, i think he’d be very forgiving and probably forget about it if you just apologized
☆ he takes soooo many photos of you (they’re either super super good and make professional photographers look bad, or they’re blurry and horrible)
☆ he prints out photos of you guys and hangs them on his wall. when he’s on the ship he keeps a couple of his favorites in his pocket/wallet
☆ there‘s a polaroid photo of you in the back of his phone case
☆ he makes you hearts out of gum wrappers lol
☆ he asks you to wear ALL his clothes before a long trip so they all smell like you
☆ probably snags one of your shirts or something before a long trip as well so he can sleep on it
☆ would protect you with his LIFE. NOTHING bad is happening to you
☆ gives you flowers every chance he gets, sometimes for no reason at all
☆ ^sometimes fake ones so you can keep them forever
☆ refuses to let you open any kind of door (that tiktok trend where the guy jumps over the car to open the door 😭 that’s him)
☆ loves to match clothes with you
☆ constantly touching you. either holding your hand, laying a hand on your thigh, or an arm around your shoulder… he’s gotta be touching you all the time
☆ calls you every petname ever
☆^asks which one you like the best and calls you that one most of the time
☆ practically forces you to take his clothes. you probably have half of his wardrobe at this point
☆ really values your opinions
☆ he pays attention to your music tastes and listens to whatever songs you like
☆ teases you a lot
☆ buys you so many gifts. he never misses an important date
☆ has great memory, never forgets a thing. both a blessing and a curse for you…
☆ walks/drives you home, even if it’s super out of the way. never lets you go alone, especially if it’s nighttime
☆ doesn’t even look at anyone else, you’re the only person who matters to him
☆ i don’t think he gets jealous easily, he fully trusts you
☆ his patience is practically never ending. you’re grateful for it most of the time
☆ compliments you 24/7. there’s never a moment for you to even consider being insecure
☆ he talks about marrying you all the time
☆ he only sees a future with you in it, anything else is unacceptable to him
☆ talks about you to literally everyone. no one is safe
☆ never makes you doubt if he loves you, it’s so sickeningly obvious <3
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euhla · 7 months ago
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CAN I GET A KISS? (can i) kazuha kaedehara x reader. note : he’s so pretty n i want to kiss him
with the fall of the kaedehara clan, the only remaining successor decided to bid farewell to the gulls; starting a life of wandering.
a restless night will always wait for him to come home, always ready to welcome him when his wandering soul starts to get tired.
and of course, wandering alone will be lonely even if it is accompanied by a starry night. but it’s discernible, really. how he always looks at you with those lovestruck eyes, telling other people about you. it became common knowledge for everyone, that he was head over heels for you.
“kazu,” you called him. kazuha's eyes immediately looked at you, a smile immediately appeared on his face. “yes, my dear?”
without saying anything, you immediately kissed his forehead. kazuha felt his heart suddenly feel warm for no reason. without realizing it, his hand rose to touch the part of your forehead that you had just kissed.
“that’s… so sudden.” you giggled.
kazuha grabbed your hand, then placed you on his lap. his red face tries to be covered by hiding it in your neck.
“shouldn't you kiss the other one?” he asks.
“hm? where?”
kazuha smiled. he pointed to his lips in response. “this.”
the strange sensation returned; the butterflies in your stomach are getting worse. without asking for explanation on his answer, you immediately kissed him on his lip.
‘the love-struck couple are kissing’ maybe that's what they'd think if they saw this. the innocent kiss felt long even though it was only a few seconds.
“i think i’m going crazy, love.”
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lume-nosity · 2 years ago
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‘i’ve got my eye on you.’
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characters: xiao, kazuha, tighnari, cyno, heizou, albedo, wanderer/scaramouche, venti, gorou
style: fluff, but very fluffy & comfy
song inspo: yes to heaven by lana del ray
an: dear diary, tonight i’ve found out that i’m insane for writing all of the short men. or at least write them in a semi-acceptable way. AND I REACHED THE 10 LIMIT PICTURE BULLSHIT SO I HAD TO MESS UP MY USUAL FORMATTING MY APOLOGIES IF THINGS LOOK DISORGANIZED AAA
notes: not proofread, gender neutral reader, some crack, lowercase intended, most likely ooc in some parts, genuinely did not know what i was doing when i’ve written this, reader being a lil sassy in xiao’s portion, petnames: love, dearest, dove, muse, darling
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xiao
“you could’ve gotten killed. why didn’t you call me sooner?”
“xiao, it was just a group of hilichurls.”
“it’s a group against one. they’d corner you and one of them will try to hurt you. the rest would follow suit.”
“well, what you said doesn’t matter anymore now that they’re all brutally slaughtered by you. they didn’t get the chance to do that.”
“…you really confuse me.”
xiao would lose it if someone or something laid one tiny little scratch on you. if it’s a serious injury bro will go ballistic.
if it’s a strong enemy, he’ll end their bloodline. if it’s a mere pigeon, get ready to have fowl for dinner.
him coming to you even though you didn’t call out his name was just pure coincidence.
he heard the sound of hilichurls so he followed the noises and there you were, getting surrounded by the hilichurls. his adrenaline kicked in.
he teleported to you and killed every single one of them swiftly.
he’s just worried about you, a little too worried for his own good. he can’t stand losing someone else, especially his partner.
so expect him to watch you from afar more often, to make sure you’re okay. he doesn’t have the intention of being creepy, he’s just your protector in the shadows.
he may not have experience in relationships, but he’s more than willing to learn by just being with you
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kazuha
“my dove, you ought to be more mindful of your surroundings.”
“i know, i know, i was spacing out and i didn’t think i’d walk into someone. i was that clumsy.”
“it was just an accident, and i’m sure the recipient understands. it’s a common accident, so you don’t need to think about it often as it’ll be forgotten afterwards. now then, i believe it’s time you need some rest. allow me to carry you to our room.”
even though he acts so chill on the outside, deep down he’s actually more worried about you.
that someone you bumped into was actually a fatui agent.
you and kazuha were casually strolling the streets of liyue until you started spacing out and bumped into the fatui agent. effectively making you fall on your ass and a little dizzy from the impact.
the agent wasn’t too happy about it, so they tried to attack you. kazuha didn’t let that happen though, as he predicted that attack years ago and blocked them with his sword.
you heard weapons clashing for a few seconds until there was pure silence. you rubbed your eyes and looked up at a solemn-looking kazuha with his hand reaching out to you. (when you asked what happened he passed it off as nothing, he didn’t want to concern you)
kazuha kept note to always accompany you in your travels no matter where you choose to go.
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tighnari
“you know you shouldn’t put your nose into things that are unfamiliar to you. especially items that may harm you. it astounds me how you’re this….”
“stupid? yeah”
“what? no, you’re not stupid.”
“then what?”
“you were unaware of the contents on the table and you’ve let your curiosity got the best of you. next time, let me know before you touch anything here, okay?”
tighnari would never and i mean never call you anything that would hurt you. sure, he can playfully tease you and be sassy with you, but not go as far to insult you. especially your knowledge.
he’s aware you’re smart in your own way, so he would never dream of insulting that. if someone were to insult you though, oh, he isn’t holding back.
about the item that you had the misfortune of peeking into, it was a sort of poison.
his ears flicker as he heard you coughing, and he rushes to you. dropping whatever he was doing at the moment to see you. it was a good thing he had an antidote on him for that poison, so he used it on you.
after you got back to your senses, he softly scolded you about ‘touching things that aren’t yours blah blah blah’
he didn’t leave your side that day and left his duties for collei to handle. nothing wrong with spending the rest of the day with your love, right?
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cyno
“sorry you had to go out of your way to save me again…for the fifth time this week. it must be getting annoying.”
“no, it’s never annoying to protect someone you cherish. it doesn’t matter if the issue at hand was unimportant or severe. your safety is my priority. on the plus side, these eremites were the ones i was originally going after. so thanks to you, i can rest easy. now that you’re safe and the eremites had been dealt with.”
“hm, actually i was wondering, out of those five attempts, how do you always manage to find me in a pinch? it’s almost as if you always know whether or not i’m in trouble or something.”
“….i’m afraid that is a secret, my love.”
much like xiao, he too is a protector in the shadows.
every time he’a gotten word you’re taking a trip to the desert for errands or anything along those lines, he will watch you like a hawk
he just wants to be absolutely sure you’re safe, because you’re on the top of his list of priorities.
if by chance he sees you in trouble, he’ll quite literally pounce from the shadows to pursue justice on the perpetrators.
it’s a double win in his favor. (would most likely joke about that to you too)
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heizou
“hey, are you alright?”
*you just waking up, regaining consciousness* “um, what happened?”
“oh, thank the archons, i thought you were a goner!”
“WHAT?”
“ah! right, let me explain. while we were out on a case to investigate on together, you got knocked out by some random treasurer! i for one am not in it for violence, but for your sake, i have beaten him up to a pulp and then called in someone to turn him in on our behalf. so now, you’ve just woken up.”
“….i did not understand a single thing you’ve just said.”
“hah, i believe it may be better that way.”
“why is that?”
“oh it’s nothing, it’s just a small occurrence that needed to be dealt with accordingly. anyways, now that you seem to be awake and well, shall we continue with our case, partner?
oh
my boy got away with murder /j
yes, he doesn’t like to resort to violence unless it had to come down to that.
but then again, for you? he’d fight the world with his bear fists
you guys are like partners in crime, so yes he’d go batshit crazy and panic if something were to happen to his beloved partner
would back out on a case that’s assigned to you both if it’s deemed to dangerous for you
even if you insist it’s fine, he wouldn’t buy that. because he loves you and doesn’t want to see you get injured, much like that encounter
most definitely flirts with you and input some pickup lines he has saved in his noggin. this may be irrelevant to the topic, but he’ll do this just to hide his worry for you
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albedo
“dearest, please don’t go running out in the cold again without having any winter-appropriate gear. i don’t wish to have you catching a cold.”
“bedo’, i’m alright! look, i’m feeling just fine!” (you sniff your nose)
“*sigh* come inside, i’ll cook you some warm soup.”
“what about that experiment you told me you were working on for the past few weeks?”
“that’s the least of my worries. right now, i’m more focused on your health. that i will prioritize first before my experiment.”
albedo is willing to pause his week-long experiment to look after you, what a lad.
would postpone it for as long as it takes for you to recover from your cold
he probably studies your face
it’s all for good intentions btw (for science)
gives you everything you need. more blankets? more soup? him?
oh yes he will definitely give himself to you (in terms of attention)
if he is needed for meetings or anything he’d have sucrose stand in for him, because he’d rather spend time on you than a meaningless meeting
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wanderer/scaramouche
“did you just-“
“ended them? sure as hell did.”
“you know you didn’t have to resort to extreme measures, right.”
“they had the audacity to belittle you in front of me. so i returned the gesture, tenfold.”
“okay but-“
“stop complaining, idiot. i did you a favor. next time, if you happen to find yourself in a situation like that again which i am certain it’ll happen, you should take notes from me.”
“wow, thanks for the advice.”
“my pleasure.”
love this asshat.
despite that rough exterior of his, that’s just his way of caring for you
spare him, he’s trying
he’s doing everything he can to show you he loves you despite it being a little challenging because he’s never experienced anything that involves being very close to humans
all his life he’s been resentful towards humans, but you’re the only one that stayed by his side.
which earned you a soft spot from him yippee!
he doesn’t admit it though, but that doesn’t stop him from loving you
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venti
“oh dear, you look a little worse for wear. say, have you finished yet another round of errands for people again?”
“venti, it’s normal for me. and it was only a few! you have nothing to worry about.” (passes out from exhaustion but venti catches you)
“ah, it’s usually me you need to carry around should i have a little too much to drink. but alas, it’s my turn to return the favor.”
(whispers and runs his fingers through the strands of your hair) “you should lay off on that habit of yours, my muse..”
yes i find it canon that you’ll always carry him around whenever he’s haggard
he’s definitely clingy, i know this has been said about him multiple times but it seems we all mutually agree on this statement
the type to play you calming melodies with his lyre as your resting face relaxes.
as you’re snoozing the night away, venti is right next to you, playing soft and soothing melodies on his lyre to sooth your slumber.
never leaves the room, holds your hand while you’re asleep. he doesn’t want to leave your touch for the night.
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gorou
“gorou.. what’s going on?”
“good morning, my love! i know you’ve just woken up from a good sleep but you must stay put in your bed for the day, because you need more time to revitalize yourself.”
“okay..wait. what about our comrades? the battle!? how long was i got knocked out for!?
“ah!- darling, shh…don’t worry! we had to retreat because we were clearly outnumbered and i was the one that called it. because after you got knocked out, and how the odds were against us at the time, i didn’t want you to get harmed in such a vulnerable state.”
“awww so even though you always long for victory, you called it quits just for me?”
“um- that’s!- oh fine, i’ll admit it. i was very worried about you during that battle, so i had to drop everything to carry you to one of our emergency shelters we have. and for that.. i chose to stick with you until you regain consciousness. her excellency allowed me to stay by your side, so it’s fine.”
“that’s… really sweet of you, it almost brings a tear to my eye”
“oh nonono don’t cry!!”
gorou, much like the rest of the workaholic smartasses here, would drop everything to spend time with you should you feel under the weather.
during your recovery, he’ll let you pet his ears and tail if it’ll entertain you/make you feel better
hear me out. when he tries to look after you during the night you’re resting, he flat out passes out next to you because of his exhaustion with his duties
which you can hear him snoring lightly, so you opened your eyes a little and pet his head with a smile on your face
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tobi-boi · 2 years ago
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Morning
Characters included: Arataki Itto, Kaedehara Kazuha, Scaramouche, Tartaglia Genre: fluff Reader gender: gender neutral Warnings: none Word count: 680
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✦Arataki Itto✦
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You grumble as you are woken up by the sun blinding you, prompting you to put your arm over your eyes. You take your time to wake up, and then attempt to get out of bed– but find that you can't move.
The reason? Your lover, Itto, is fast-asleep on top of you. Like; right across you, diagonally. One of his arms is even hanging off the edge of the bed. His cheek is squished against your stomach.
You sigh, shaking your head with a small smile. "Hey" you say, barely above a whisper, as you gently shake Itto. He stirs and gives you an incoherent 'five more minutes', burying his face into your stomach. You glance over at the clock and check the time, 5:30. It's still pretty early, so letting him sleep a little longer wouldn't hurt, you thought.
You tangle your fingers in his hair, to have something to occupy yourself with– his hair is surprisingly soft, despite it looking like he could poke someone's eye out with it.
A few minutes later, Itto stirs awake and mumbles out a 'morning', lifting his head to look at you. "Good morning" you say, giving him a warm smile, which he returns.
✦Kaedehara Kazuha✦
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You are woken up by a soft breeze. Annoyed, you grumble, wanting to have stayed asleep for longer. You look over to your side, where your lover, Kazuha, is still sleeping peacefully, with his cheek is squished against your shoulder. One of his hands is between the pillow and his head, and the other is hooked around your arm.
You smile and lift your hand to brush some of his hair away from his face. This causes Kazuha to stir awake, which was not your intention. He gives you a smile and murmurs out a 'good morning'. "Good morning" you say, moving your hand over to his and intertwining your fingers, then lifting it up and placing a kiss on the back of his palm.
You and your lover stay in bed for a while before you decide to get up to make breakfast.
✦Scaramouche✦
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You are woken up to having your cheek poked repeatedly, you grumble and furrow your brows. But the poking doesn't stop. "Hey, how long are you going to sleep?" you hear your lover, Scaramouche, ask. "Just give me five more minutes" you mumble, sleep still weighing heavy over you.
"You said that five minutes ago, too" he huffs. If you could see his face right now, you're sure he'd be pouting. "At least get off of me if you're going to lay in bed for so much longer" he pokes your cheek again.
"Huh?" you force your eyes open, noticing that what your cheek is squished against isn't the pillow, but rather, Scaramouche's chest. You feel your cheeks heat up slightly as you push yourself up, blurting out a "I'm sorry."
You get laughter in response. "I'm joking," he says, pulling you towards him and placing a quick kiss on your lips, then wrapping his arms around you. "Just don't sleep for too much longer" Scaramouche says as you bury your face in his shoulder.
✦Tartaglia✦
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You are woken up to something tickling your nose, you furrow your brows and try to ignore it. But it doesn't help. You force your eyes open, sunlight finally finding its chance to hit you in the eyes. You squint and block some of it with your hand.
Now for what's tickling your nose; you find a mess of ginger hair that you instantly recognised to belong to your lover, Tartaglia. His face is squished against your collarbone and his arms are wrapped around your back.
You smile as you tangle your finger in his hair, enjoying its softness. You spend some time just playing with his hair. Eventually, Tartaglia stirs awake and lifts his head to look at you.
He gives you a tired smile. "Good morning" he says, leaning closer to place a kiss on your lips. "Good morning" you say, returning the smile that he had given you.
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cestlaf1n · 1 year ago
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MY JAW DROPPED Def gonna come here again and again, this is amazing
“Dear wanderer, forget me.”
Kaedehara Kazuha x gn!god reader
< angst >
A/N: kazoo boy, my main, ily
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You were a God, emphasis on “were”
Even before the Archon War, you’ve never had a large following. The only reason why you’re alive is because of the original electro archon gave you mercy.
Makoto gave you and your followers a village to stay. Though unfortunately, the times where you would see your people live their lives and hear their laughter is long gone.
Over the decades, your followers left one by one. Leaving you with a desolated village and a single house to stay in. Going to Inazuma city is a choice, though you decide not to since the Raiden Shogun would possibly kill you; and the living expense of Inazuma city scaring you even more.
Truthfully, you were jealous of how the God of Eternity manage to become such a beloved archon. You wanted to have a life where those under your protection would be happy, a life where they can feel safe by your side.
Alas, now you’re staring at a painting one of your followers made a thousand year ago. It took a lot of work just to keep it maintained, but looking at it brings you comfort.
A voice of someone outside caught your attention, “hello? Is someone here?”
Czytaj dalej
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jhuzen · 2 years ago
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Helloooooo. May I request an angst fic with comfort with Kazuha? I find not much angst Kazuha fic so.... If it is too hard, you can change to another character (or if you like so).
The idea here is... maybe.... forget a special occasion? Im bad at idea lmao, so you can write any idea you want
Thanksss so much
-UwU anon-
esteemed guest [gn/m.reader]
yo boi’s here to answer some requests because i have been pent-up from my workload ughhh. thank u UwU anon for this lovely request, i have been meaning to write for our dearest samurai <3, also this was supposed to be a normal “i forgot your bday” trope… but… the drama queen in me could never live that down. so please… bear with this dramatic one-shot, i hope you don’t mind the drastic trope change (pls don’t be mad). definitely did not write this while listening to susato’s alt theme serenade. ugh. her chara theme song is too good.
𖦹 moderate angst, hurt/comfort, non-linear style story, descender reader (i kinda miss writing for an otherworldly reader, which i remember the last one was xiao’s), mentions of death, i heavily romanticized loneliness
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To wait is to face the bittersweetness of the lonely company. It is to welcome the nights of coldness with no one to keep you warm. It is to embrace what little left of time in between your meetings, always often ending in promises that are to be kept despite the odds.
To wait is to painstakingly nurse the hope within you that he will come back.
And to you, Kazuha is worth the wait. He always will be — from the very first time you and him met until the last breaths that you could manage should he be there for you on your death bed. Though you had every confidence that death is something not to worry about, it does leave you relatively concerned at the prospect of passing without even having to chat with your most endeared companion.
Kazuha was your everything, he pulled you out of that loneliness that you were slowly sinking into, giving into the depths with a warm embrace as you resided in the desolate islands of this broken apart nation. He was just a wandering ronin, hiding away from the prying eyes of the shogunate, and you were quite literally not from this world, taking refuge in an unknown place in a world you only took a chance at to flee from the atrocities of your own home.
Quite frankly, you and Kazuha were both rifts adrift at sea, only to find solace in each other’s loneliness and somber company, both grief-stricken and exasperated after being trapped in the throes of your own lives.
Your status from your home meant nothing now, but even that was something that you can forgive and forget as long as the samurai in exile was by your side, visiting you every so often with a small smile on his face, offering you the company that you can only long for after having it so cruelly taken away from you in your isolation.
So to wait… to wait was nothing. It was something that you can bear through — dressed in your finest robes, under that familiar big tree by the shore where your lonesome house stood, you would wait for him to make good on his promise of companionship.
But never had you expected that it would be soon that he would break his promise, leaving you by your prying thoughts that were so needlessly merciless, undying and full of doubts that ate away at you. You figured it was the loneliness that was plaguing you that must have caused it. It was madness — pure, unadulterated insanity where you had no hopes of climbing out of. It felt like a vortex pulling you in.
However this time, your samurai’s gentle hands would not come to hold yours to the rescue.
The first time he’d forgotten your promise was when you finally mustered the courage to share him a piece of your home world — a mere recreation of a dish from your family, which was honored by most people as it was prepared and ate by people of your status back then, in a way it was as if to introduce him to the family you’ve deserted, the family that would have loved him so, so much.
You’ve foraged through the entire island of Tatarasuna on that day, waking up before the sun could make an appearance just to make the most of the day. It was often that Kazuha would arrive by the day to have as much time with you after all, and the thought was enough to make you feel giddy. You ought to create a good Teyvat rendition of your family’s cuisine and so went on a trip, trying to find substitutions to the entire recipe (you’ve yet to see which ones were poisoned, considering the fact that your body can be a little bit different compared to the residents of this world).
Your heart was filled to the brim with elation and excitement coursed through your veins as you prepared your proxy delicacy in hopes to share a piece of yourself to Kazuha. He had done so much for you these recent months, and cooking a favored dish of his was one of the gestures that you can hardly forget. And you ought to return it with the same amount of love and care as the one you’ve felt from him.
You finished your dish with pure satisfaction — now all that was left was to wait for him.
And so you waited, and waited, and waited. Until the night fell with no traces of the ronin, leaving you perplexed.
Your gaze drifted to the dish that you created, finally taking a spoon and taking a good bite out of it.
Your eyebrows furrowed — there was something lacking, “…Hm. Not sweet enough,” you murmured before getting up to write down the things you could improve on.
That day passed in the company of nothing and a not-so-sweet dish.
The second time he broke your promise was the day you ventured out into the city of Inazuma. Although exiled, Kazuha made no reservations in telling you about the city of his beloved nation — it was bustling with people in the day, yet as quiet as a ghost town at night. Everyone worked on clockwork and always seemed to have a tight schedule to follow. Kazuha was a free-spirit and often moved against it, following the wind’s will and his for the most part.
You remember chastising him about the importance of punctuality, but Kazuha managed to weasel out of it by serenading you with yet another romantic poetry that held no destination nor a dedication. You often told him that clothing told stories of different variations — some told tragedies, some with honor, and some with the fiery passion of romance.
“I’m rather curious about this new form of storytelling…” you could feel your skin tingle as Kazuha’s hand ghosted over the nape of your neck, gazing at you with something you can only decipher as a gentle adoration that left a feeling that stirred within your core. It almost rendered you tight-lipped, only to realize that he was implying something.
You remember almost losing the composure of someone of your status (no doubt your family tutor would smack your palms if they saw you), eyes blown wide as your jaw stuttered out an unintelligible gibberish before sighing as the ronin laughed, “You’re… you’re lucky I know how to sew.”
“Is that an acceptance to my request?”
“I’ll make you the finest garment.” You assured him that time and sealed your promise with a smile, much like how he also promised to come back the next.
Your hands skillfully wove a thread through the hem of the sleeves — you figured taking an inspiration from your good friend’s clothing would be a way to incorporate the interwoven stories that you and him now share in this world. You would have to thank the seamstress of your family, with enough of your curious and persistence, he gave in and taught you the basics of weaving and stitching certain patterns into the fabric with a clean finish.
A fond smile crossed your face, surely despite the fact that Kazuha wasn’t able to fulfill the promised meet last time, he would make it up to you this time.
However even your self-assurance was cut short when the monstrous doubt decided to claw its way up to the surface from the deepest pits of your form, its canines sinking into you like an unforgiving beast in your home. It had you writhing in agony as the thought of your esteemed guest forgetting his promise — clutching onto you like a needy child unable to let go of its parent. It was a seed of doubt that you refused to entertain, but it was a persistent and intrusive thought.
Your frown was evident that day when the sky had fallen into soft hues of oranges and violets, the clouds crowning the sky and the sun ready to slumber like almost everyone in this nation.
The night was catching up soon and your esteemed guest is not present. It didn’t take long before a heavy feeling weighed itself on your chest, pushing you down into a familiar twinge of disappointment that you felt on the first
You remember coming back inside your abode that night, eyes narrowing as your gaze lowered to the robes you managed to finish. You tilted your head, immediately pouncing on the chance to scrutinize your own hard work.
There was a dissatisfied look on your visage, “Not vibrant enough,” you turned on your heel, brisk and swift before marching down to a much different part of the house, unable to look at your craftsmanship anymore.
The third time he had forgotten to make good on his promise, you were certain that Kazuha had long forgotten about you just as much. But there was a sliver of hope that thrived within you, a tiny flame from what little spark you have left.
A soft croon left your lips as you looked up on the moon, bathing in its soft glow that oversaw the entire nation. Your feet dug into the sandy shores nearby your desolate home, as the gentle breeze caresses your face. It was bittersweet that the wind reminded you so much of him. He spoke so highly of it and the wind itself embodied the freedom that Kazuha shouldered on his own.
“Third time’s the charm!”
You puckered your lips and blew into the leaf, barely managing to replicate the ronin’s music. Kazuha’s laughter went unnoticed as you looked at him with disdain and a face that absolutely just gave up, “Are you sure this is not a jest? I am quite certain plants cannot create music.”
He plucked the leaf from your hold and flashed you a sweet smile with mischief at the corners of his lips, “Hm? You lack technique, I’m afraid. Watch and learn.” And what you failed to do, he did so with ease and class, only rendering you speechless. You always did appreciate people that have talent, they were the best kind of people and your adoration for them never was lacking.
You furrowed your eyebrows as you tried to make sense of his apparent technique, only to be startled when Kazuha barged into your personal space, his lips almost ghosting over yours with that unyielding grin of his — so sweet and so gentlemanly, always leaving you at the edge.
“Shall I show you how?”
Your eyes never failed to drift to your companion’s lips, tempting and supple, curved perfectly into a smile that can knock the wind out of your sails. And yet being reminded of it now… does not aid you in the slightest. He was always just a strand of hair away, it was always a paper thin distance, it was like being lured into a trap but you were far more aware than the usual, and you absolutely loathed it now.
But even under the daylight, you closed your eyes and blindly walked into it.
“…Sure.”
Third time’s the charm, indeed, you would desperately believe in it just to see your beloved ronin once more. The company that you sought after being lonely for so long. And yet, as the soft waves caressed your bare feet, even with the crows that you’ve domesticated, you found yourself wallowing in the grace of loneliness once more.
You leaned over to your rippling reflection in the water with a pout as you stewed in the growing emptiness in your heart. You reached out a hand to touch the reflection, watching yourself distort as you concluded your final thoughts.
“Maybe it’s you… who is not enough.”
That night, you never bothered returning to your home.
Time was against Kazuha as he itched with want and longing. You were just an island away now that he’s here in the city. He managed to aid the traveler’s quest and had done his friend good service as he fought against the very woman that took Tomo away from him. And now that everything quelled, he wondered if you were alright — if you were still around and still waited by him under that tree like you always did.
And even then, that was the least of his worries. You may be just an island away, but even that can’t stop anything or anyone to disturb you… or even potentially harm you in the first place.
“Kazuha! Let’s go cel— ah? Already going?” The tiny floating creature by the traveler turned to him, concerned and confused.
Kazuha only gave an apologetic smile, “Forgive me for not being in the celebration, I have to check on someone.” He couldn’t afford not having you by his side, not after having to leave you on your own. He didn’t forget, he could never forget; you were the beaming priority at the top of his head constantly.
“Must be someone so important if you’re leaving so soon! Okay! Bring them over if you have time!”
Lucky was he that he didn’t even have to ask the Alcor’s captain as she already hailed a the anchored ship for him to take. The captain might have managed to pry a thing or two about you from the samurai, after all. And for how much work he’s done in being one of the heroes in Inazuma, Beidou figured this was a reward Kazuha would be deserving of the most.
And it only took a good few hours, even less when Kazuha didn’t bother waiting on the ship’s anchoring, already jumping down from the deck to the sandy shores. Just over that cliff was your home, where you would be, safely waiting for him with that smile of yours that he hoped to dream of in every slumber of his.
“Did you know my people can die from loneliness?”
His head rose from your chest, opening an eye to peer at you (you were generous enough to lend him your body as his bed for the moment after his exhausting trip from Liyue). Your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes at that time, and he wasn’t too fond of that, “What’s with this topic all of a sudden?”
“Hm? Ah. No. It’s just a fun fact.”
“Fun…?”
“Mm… I take it back.” You sighed begrudgingly, “It’s not a confirmed phenomena, however. It’s still partly a hoax. But people have seen deaths that come from the inside of our bodies, born out of nowhere but the constriction of their heart. I feel so bad for them.”
Kazuha nodded in sympathy — there was always something far more heart-wrenching at the thought of dying from loneliness. Though bittersweet, he was far more thankful that his friend went with dignity and honor. He perched his chin on your chest with a small smile, “It’s a good thing you’d never succumb to that then.”
Right. He may not have told you out loud, but it’s another promise that he forged. He will never leave you alone, and he made that decision the first moment he laid his eyes on you on that one faithful day. And Kazuha can only hope that you can be forgiving in his absence. He will tell you everything and apologize a hundred thousand times if it meant he can finally whisk you away from this.
“Though it’s sad… our world has always valued death. It’s a beautiful send off, y’know? Once we leave the plane of existence, our body dissipates in the prettiest flowers.”
Kazuha’s pace picks up as he shook his head to rid himself of those thoughts, perishing any form of doubt that tried to chase him in this seemingly hundred mile run.
His breathing was ragged as soon as he reached his destination, only to face complete emptiness. There was no disturbance within the air but the winds howled and he could detect a faint smell of something new. It was fragrant, almost like flowers.
The wind blew harder and he was faced with petals swirling around. His heart stopped.
Spring is still a good few months away from now.
A lone petal draped itself on his shoulder and he could barely stop the dread that soon rose through his throat as a sick bile. Bitterness burned through his throat and he could feel his stomach drop by a mile. He stewed in the silence as desperation slowly curled around him, strangling him so mercilessly.
Far too late.
Much like him back when his friend was ripped away from him by the threads of fate and life.
He fell down to his knees, unsure whether it was the weight of devastation or exhaustion that prompted him so. Numbness was slowly spreading in his body, like a poison that cannot even be stopped in the first place. His mind raced with thoughts of ‘what ifs’ of what could have been and what should have been, of what could have happened if he risked at least a day to see you once more.
“…I never forgot… I hope you knew that. I could never.”
“Ah… that’s comforting.”
In an instant, the samurai’s head shot up as he briskly looked over his shoulder and there you were, standing with a basket in hand. No doubt you’d have been foraging at this hour.
Suddenly, there was ease in his heart as he quickly stood up and ran towards you, soon finding himself completely entangled with you.
Warmth flourished in Kazuha’s chest as he clutched onto your robes tight until his knuckles turned white. There was desperation in his eyes and even he couldn’t lie as he prayed that this wasn’t a hallucination of some sort, that you were here with him and only him. And perhaps it was because he was able to save his nation from falling into a miserable fate, as his prayers were answered the moment he felt your arms wrap around him, warm, gentle, and comforting, like always.
He could feel himself getting lifted up and he refused to let go — not even just to look at you. He wasn’t one to take things for granted, especially not after the scare he just got.
“Welcome home, my most esteemed guest,” your voice was music to his ears, far better than what he could have been hearing in that celebration by the city.
“I deeply apologize for my tardiness,” he murmured into the crook of your neck, lips pressing a ghost of a kiss on your exposed skin. “I hope there is forgiveness and mercy in store for me.”
You only laughed, squeezing Kazuha in your arms tighter, just as equally afraid to let go as he is, “Of course… patience is a virtue any good host must acquire.”
“I have so much to tell…” and finally did Kazuha open his eyes, only to see the crew a few meters back, waving at him. “…And a few guests in tow.”
He finally leaned back to gaze at your face that he missed so much. In his opinion, no amount of photos can capture the absolute beauty your visage held, you were his beacon in his darkest moments, and no other person can measure up to the company that you bring him.
And you could say the same for him — even with the traces of exhaustion on your beloved samurai’s face, he exuded that gentle beauty that no one could hope to imitate in the slightest. Oh how you truly missed him.
“I’d be honored to have you.”
Kazuha hopes that you mean it in more ways than one.
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twilightclouds · 5 months ago
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LOVE BEYOND THE SCREEN !
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[🎧] a series of headcanons about your streamer boyfriend, kaedehara kazuha.
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featuring: streamer! kazuha x gn! reader
content warnings/tags: modern au, fluff(?), gn reader with no pronouns specified.
rin's notes: yes, this is a throwback to ctrl+alt+delete... let it stew in your minds if i'm revamping the series or not :D! also i think i'm sick (again) sos
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kazuha is definitely the type of streamer to play cozy games (ie: stardew valley, animal crossing, etc.), but he also enjoys playing horror games on occasion with his streamer friends, and for some reason is always the only one staying calm
he’s often known for his calming voice, whether it be raspy when it’s late at night or soothing for his fans during all times of the day
he also sometimes has a surprisingly chaotic personality, often sleeping late at night to stream and plan out some future stream ideas of his
he doesn’t show his face in his streams, making it rather mysterious on what the streamer actually looks like behind the screen
for his partner, though? depending on whether you’re a streamer of not, it really depends.
if you’re a streamer, your fans would probably notice from the not-so-subtle flirting (or aggression, who knows what your relationship dynamic is) and you two would probably be the last people to actually announce the relationship.
if you’re not a streamer, depending on how comfortable you with a public-ish relationship he’ll either mention you on occasion (always with a gentle voice and loving tone) or kazuha will stream with you, playing various different games and helping you out.
his fans of course love the relationship and dynamic between you two, and there are probably those “kazuha being in love with [name] for 20 minutes straight” videos all across the internet
kazuha would totally play horror games with you while he’s being calm and you’re screaming your head off and be like
⤿ “love, playing a horror game was your idea.”
“well guess what, I’M REGRETTING THAT IDEA!”
he also sometimes randomly confesses his love for you while doing mundane normal activities or during his streams, it always manages to catch you off-guard even when you’re expecting it though
he would totally post some photos of you two together (those faceless ones though for privacy) and his fans go crazy over it all the time
[number 1# [name] x kazuha shipper]: OMG they’re so cute together i’m crying !!!
[kazu’s gf]: DID YOU NOTICE THAT THEY HAVE MATCHING BRACELETS??? WHY CAN’T THAT BE ME??? 😭😭😭
[dove2394]: when do you think that they’re getting married ⤿ reply: [sleigh-the-day]: that's wild bro
he prob holds your hand sometimes while he’s streaming (he’s so amazing that somehow he can use a mouse and keyboard with one hand while the other one is holding yours)
you’re a often guest in his streams and kazuha’s fans are all for it. they can’t wait to see you guys get married. /lh
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m1d-45 · 13 days ago
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Can I offer you the thought of gifting Kazuha a music box to keep during his travels?
songbird
notes: yes. ignore that it took me [checks notes] like several months to get to this request. and that it was meant to come out on his birthday. shush.
word count : 3k
-> warnings : none ! minor spoilers for inazuma AQ but nothin serious
-> gn reader (you/yours)
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there was little you could give a wanderer. he only carried what he needed, and what was needed was already kept close and well-maintained. there was little room for extra trinkets or unnecessary weight, either sacrificed in a moment of exhaustion or left behind when fleeing from those who wished him ill.
your kazuha was no different. even after joining the cruz fleet, he travelled light, with barely the clothes on his back to keep him company. he kept his pen in one pocket and paper in another, rarely carrying so much as a coin purse. this was fine and good, except his birthday was coming up and you had not a single clue what to get him.
you couldn’t ask beidou or the crew, as he’d certainly be lingering by and his hearing was far sharper than his blade. you couldn’t ask him—you’d tried, actually, but he’d just smiled and promised that he didn’t have want or need for anything. he spoke of his birthday very casually, as if it was any other day and not the reason he was by your side at all.
but kazuha was nothing if not thoughtful. for your last birthday, he’d gotten you a book of pressed inazuman flora, each carefully labelled, and had spent the entire afternoon telling you exactly where he’d picked each and why he’d chosen it. a lavender melon flower for resilience, a sakura bloom for change, a maple leaf for love. it was a painfully sweet show of affection, especially considering that the sakoku decree was not yet lifted.
“kazuha- are you sure you want me to have this? it could be years before you could collect these again.”
“please, my muse, the decree will not last forever. i have faith. and even if it doesn’t…”
he slips his hand into yours, looking out across the harbor. he’d taken you to a ridge just outside the city, letting you appreciate the sights without being unable to focus on his book. he looks away for a while, out to the sea, out to what lies beyond, the world seeming to slow to a crawl around you. the very air held its breath, allowing a wayward samurai’s sigh to linger, his mind far, far away.
“…inazuma is my home, but it is not my only place of rest. even if i never again got to experience a wondrous autumn, i’d still have this book.” he dragged his eyes from far-off shores, the same color as the maples sewn into his clothes.
“i’d still have you, wouldn’t i?”
and oh, archons, just the memory of that was enough to make your cheeks warm from more than just the liyuen sun. it’s early morning and the crowds are just starting to pick up, the shops of the lower harbor slowly selling off their wares. you’ve been looking for the better part of an hour now, and nothing seems to quite stick.
he already has pens, and is rather fond of the kind he already has. while you have the name and seller of said pens—he’d lent you one a while ago and never took it back—he already kept several spares tucked into his pockets. no matter how often he writes, how many papers he folds and gives away, his pad never seems to thin. the thread he uses to repair his clothes never fades or grows sparse, and he’s never so much as lost the tie in his hair. the week is growing shorter, and you have nothing.
and sure, kazuha isn’t materialistic to begin with, but you can’t think of anything else. it’s not like he dislikes liyuen food, but you’ve caught him frying his own fish enough times to know that he far prefers simpler tastes. he’s the one more familiar with liyue’s plains and hills out of the two of you, and you’re not eager to hurt yourself looking for somewhere new only to find out he’s already been.
he never asks for anything, never shows a hint of wanting. if he likes something, he gets it, leaving little for you to grasp at. it’s hard not to feel helpless, when he knocks at your door with your favorite flower in hand and you can hardly think of a single thing to do for his birthday. you can’t very well buy the sight of gardens of maple, nor somehow import those odd jelly-fungi he’s mentioned eating while in inazuma. based on the way he describes them, you’re not even sure if they’re meant to be edible…
his sword is kept in pristine condition. his shoes don’t seem to wear. you’re not familiar enough with medicine to try at getting him something for his aches, but it doesn’t matter, because every dawn means a fresh set of bandages, the faint herbal scent of whatever medicine underneath staying strong. he doesn’t need anything, and what he does he already has, and what he wants is quickly paid for through months of saved wages. he catches his own food, embroiders his own clothes, and you’re certain he’d filter and drink seawater if beidou didn’t stop him.
what can you get someone so minimalistic?
you prepare to loop around a final time, pricking your ears for the slightest call of something interesting. an array of local fruits, the freshest on the market. silk textiles, horsetail baskets, handmade chopsticks. you push through the crowds, eyes flicking over each stall. food, clothes, more food, building supplies? the harbor is crowded, overlapping shouting and negotiating and the barest sound of music through it all, quickly becoming overbearing.
…music? you stop and turn and seek out the delicate sound, surprised enough that your purpose for browsing has been lost. it’s rare to see street performers this far from the city center, not to mention the sound is so thin… normally there’s at least a set of drums to cut through the chatter. you’ve looked over everything twice anyway, it wouldn’t really hurt to look.
you don’t find a performer. instead, the sound leads you a few stalls over, to one full of various odds and ends, each carved from a dark wood. a lone chair, a set of cups—one has a weird chip in the lip—on an uneven plate, a good dozen set of chopsticks, somewhat clumsily painted. it’s tended by a young man who’s very nervously watching the customer in front of him fiddle with a wooden box, turning it over and inspecting every angle. there’s a key sticking out the back, and when they open it again, a single thin note floats out, quickly dashed away by the crowds. it’s beautiful, clear and crisp, even with the noise around you.
“maybe another day,” the other customer shrugs, and though the vendor’s face falls, yours lights up.
it’s perfect. sure, yeah, as the would-be buyer steps away and you look closer, the lines of engraving are uneven and hesitant, but the music was what made it worth it. kazuha always talks of the song within whispering wind, and you’ve seen how his pace slows when passing an opera, lingering just so. you never bought tickets because you didn’t know which he’d seen before, but this… this would do just fine.
“sorry about the wait,” the vendor apologizes, a slight sigh to his voice. “feel free to take a look around, just please be careful when handling the pieces. i don’t need another scolding from master lu…”
you pick up the box before he’s even done speaking, flipping open the lid. inside is some sort of flower on a plain pedestal, the same color as the rest of the box and largely unremarkable. you turn it, twisting the key in the back a few times, letting the song play again. it’s a slow, dancing tune, clear through the bustle. the little flower spins slowly, and you’ve made up your mind.
“what song is this?”
the vendor perks up, picking through his pockets until he finds a folded note. “’moon in one’s cup,’” he announces, “composed by yu-peng from up in yujing terrace.”
you dedicate the name to memory, closing the box and latching it shut. already, your heart is beating a bit fast, excitement and relief filling your chest.
“how much?”
you were hiding something from kazuha. he didn’t know what, he didn’t know why, but he knew it.
well, that was a bit of a lie. if he had to guess, it was whatever you’d gotten for his birthday. he’d done his best to assure you that you needn’t do or buy anything for him, but you’d gone and found something anyway. he couldn’t mind too much, not when the wind around you seemed to curl and skip along, ruffling your hair with self-inflicted pride. you were happy, and that was a fine enough present in itself. it was better than the poorly-hidden worry that always colored your features before, and it was a relief to know that it was a shallow issue you had been hiding. birthday or not, he’d hoped you’d tell him if something was wrong…
but it was nothing, thankfully. you asked him to find you after dinner on the day of, and that was that. the rest of the week slipped away like clouds from the sky, leaving him with a clear mind and a faint smile as he slept.
beidou was, surprisingly, not the first to wish him a happy birthday. it was furong that first saw him enter the breakfast hall, raising a glass with a shout that quickly spread across the crew.
“happy birthday!”
“here, c’mon, let’s get you a drink.”
“a toast!”
“to another year of smooth sailing!”
“to our stormwatcher!”
beidou was, however, sat closest to the door, and so she was the first to throw her arms tight around him, not minding the way his armor certainly dug into her skin.
“happy birthday, kazuha. don’t mind the noise, yeah?”
it would be impossible for a day such as today to turn south. the crew settled down and food was pressed into his hands, the shouting cooling off as they refocused on whatever they had been doing prior to then.
aside from the commotion at breakfast, his day was relatively normal. monitor the supplies coming in to ensure nobody tampered with them, then unpack them below decks. there was less to do, but that was simply because the date of their departure was approaching. within a few more days, he’d be off across open waters once more, keeping eye on the horizon.
that was for later, however. after lunch, he left port and took a stroll north, sitting for a while in an open field. the sky was cloudy, but not enough to worry about rain, so he lay on a flat-enough stone and let inspiration ebb and flow. a haiku here, a scratched out line there, though he was admittedly less focused than usual. the joy from that morning hadn’t really left him, sticking to his clothes and filling his thoughts. he wasn’t blind to the fact that he was welcome aboard the alcor, but it would be foolish to deny the appreciation of such a loud gesture, in meaning and volume.
his birthday didn’t mean much to him. sure, there was another year’s worth of memories to look back upon, a year’s worth of friendship and connections, but that could be declared any other day just as easily. when on the run from the shogunate, there was little time for such things as celebrations…
perhaps that was why he was still smiling. not just because of his friends, but because he had the energy to appreciate them. the ability to take off work and sit in the sun, soaking in nature. the energy to look forward to later obligations, instead of being permanently stuck in the moment.
dinner was far calmer than breakfast. he returned to the fleet late in the evening, ducking below deck to help cook. very few crew members liked (or were even good at) cooking, which meant it often fell to him. today, though, he was ushered out quickly, a few more people than usual seeming determined to block him from entering. it was strange, but not unexpected. the crew was close-knit, with every milestone met with raucous celebration.
he didn’t mind, though, returning above and busying himself with odd tasks. ferrying messages from furong, sorting papers with huixing, any and everything to keep himself occupied until the bell rung and dinner was served. the smell of alcohol quickly stained the air around the crowded dinner table, joining the heady mix of relaxation, joy, and a bit of anticipation.
another surprise awaited him, it seemed. he stuck around after he’d finished his food, noticing when little yue slipped out but not mentioning it. he also looked the other way when he snuck back in with a plate with a somewhat dented cover, letting someone else take his empty plate as the new one was pushed into its place. the conversation fell and he ignored the smell of sugar in the air, lifting the lid.
inside was a cake with shaky, cramped writing, struggling to fit his name in such a small space. it had obviously been made in-house, and was likely whatever secret the chefs had been determined to keep.
the cake itself was okay. a bit too sweet, dense, and with an odd sourness that he couldn’t tell was intentional or not. but the crew was happy and laughing and he didn’t need wine to get dizzy off their high, sitting at a well-worn table in a familiar seat surrounded by those he loved.
there was only one thing left…
he packed one of the last slices and kept it close to his chest as the halls grew quieter, the night air far cooler above deck. anemo softened his fall onto the pier, the wind leading him through the city and into familiar streets. the sight of your house had long since engrained itself into his mind, but he still felt his smile grow, tucking his cake behind his back as he knocked.
you were as beautiful as ever. he was certain you could pick yourself up from a pile of mud and still be sstunning, but tonight you had put in effort. still dressed for the weather, but with a bit more care into the set of your hair, standing straight.
“my muse,” he breathed, taking the small box from behind his back. “i have brought you a gift.”
and of course, you made a fuss about it, about how it was his birthday and that he didn’t have to do anything for you. but was that not the same logic that he had given you? did it matter, really, when the air was sweet with more than sugar and even your mock anger couldn’t hide your excitement?
at your behest, he took your hand in his and led you out of the city. his ‘favorite place’ was rather vauge instruction, but his mind had been made up from the moment he’d seen you. not too far, as he’d hate to stay out too late, but still somewhere nice. past bubu pharmacy, up the stone path, and on the low ridge beside it. few people would be passing by this late at night, but it was still close enough to the city that there were no real threats. a blanket was laid out and you both sat, exchanging gifts. his was in a plain bag, carefully wrapped in layers of protective paper, a small wooden box that looked as if it was meant to have legs but the designer had changed their mind halfway through. it was fine work, if a bit clumsy, but he knew it wasn’t yours. your sudden shift in attitude earlier could only be explained by a storefront. further inspection found a latch on the front and a key embedded in the back, and he understood. inside the music box was (what he could only guess to be) a carved silk flower, though again, one of the stems seemed to have been snapped and hastily covered. he reached for the back and turned the key twice, letting the song begin to play.
it was beautiful. careful notes plucked a carefree song, sounding very much alike to the lighter bands along feiyun slope. the music rose and fell, cheerful but quiet, like a soft satisfaction instead of a bright outburst. it was a lovely song in its own right, but his mind was far elsewhere. you were waiting for his reaction intently, face held in suspense like you thought he might hate it. he’d think it foolish, but that would imply that he disliked it, and that was far from the truth. to know you cared so heavily about his reaction to a simple music box, that your worry was for him, that you had been so excited for him, that you were hoping for his approval as if you didn’t already hold all that he was in your palms. the box could be stolen on his way back to the city, knocked out of his hands and dashed under a heavy cart, and his day would still be all the brighter simply by virtue of you being in it.
it was his birthday, after all, and you were one of the best gifts he could ask for.
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catcze · 1 year ago
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⠀「 Grocery Shopping *ೃ༄ 」 
Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!
「 FEAT : 」 Kazuha, Xiao, Thoma, Ayato, Alhaitham
「 ### : 」 gn reader, domestic fluff, established relationship, modern au
Reposted from my secondary blog !!
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⠀「 KAZUHA*ೃ༄ 」
An absolute sweetheart who insists on pushing the cart or carrying the basket for you !!
Sticks pretty close to your grocery list, though if something interesting catches his eye he might pick it up and show it to you in hopes to convince you to get it.
His choices in food are of the healthier variety, I feel like. Mostly goes for organic choices, and is pretty well-learned in knowing which fruits, veggies and fish are the freshest and which are the closest to spoiling.
Tbh grocery shopping with Kazuha is so ?? Chill? Like, little to no stress, swear.
It’s just very easy and relaxing, walking through the aisles at a leisurely pace and plucking stuff off of shelves. You two talk about whatever you want as you walk, or sometimes you sing along to the music that plays from the speakers.
If something is too tall for either of you two to reach there’s no problem!! Kazuha can jump pretty damn high so he can reach the tip-top shelf easy peasy ♡
I feel like Kazuha also has a secret sweet tooth? Nothing too wild, but you’d catch him eyeing a pack of marshmallows every now and then, or staring a little too long at a tub of ice cream.
If you seamlessly pluck up whatever sweet he’s debating on getting and put it into the cart, he’ll literally light up and give you a sweet smooch on ur nose :((
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⠀「 XIAO*ೃ༄ 」
To his credit !! He’s pretty damn decent as a grocery buddy. 
Xiao’s a little introverted, typically choosing not to be around other people for very long periods of time, so him actually volunteering to come with you nearly moved you to tears.
He also pushes the cart from you and keeps track of your grocery list, crossing stuff out for you without you even having to tell him.
Xiao doesn’t talk much, which isn’t very out of the ordinary, but he does give some helpful suggestions when you’re indecisive about something. And he’s very pragmatic and straightforward when he helps you make your decisions, too, so it’s very time-efficient having him with u ♡
He barely asks for anything that isn’t on the list tbh? I dunno, I guess he just doesn’t feel the need to. Not to mention, he’s not particularly picky when it comes to his meals either, so he’s content to sit back and let you take the reins for restocking the fridge. 
If his eyes sparkle a little when he sees you picking up ingredients for almond tofu, you choose not to tease him about it.
Definitely the one to try and bring all the grocery bags to the car in one go. And??? He somehow manages it to ??? You have no idea how, or how the guys somehow managed to hold your hand while also toting all those grocery bags but ?? Hey, you’re not complaining. 
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⠀「 THOMA*ೃ༄ 」
I shit you not Thoma is the best person to go shopping with. Hands down.
Thoma doesn’t go to the supermarket for his groceries, actually. Or at least not all of them. For some stuff that have to be imported or that are a bit harder to come by locally, he goes to the groceries and such.
However, when it comes too food shopping, his first stop are the farmers markets!
He’s already a regular at the local farmer’s market. Old grannies love to pinch his cheeks whenever they see him and they always coo over you two being an adorable couple.
Thoma leads you by the hand all around the farmer’s market the entire time you’re out, knowing which stall to go to for the freshest produce and the most decent price. 
Knows how to bargain with the locals without being disrespectful! And he always manages to net really good discounts. If you ask him how he does it, he’ll wink and tell you that it’s just his charm. And you can’t fully disagree.
Definitely brings around his own eco-bags, too. He’s used to carrying all the groceries on his own, but if you offer to help he’ll thank you with a kiss and a smile.
At one point while you two separate to cover more ground, he passes by a stall ran by an old couple and their grandkid that sells flowers. He gets you a bouquet— nothing too big that’s hard to carry around, but something small and cute that you can press between your books and display.
When you reunite and he gives you the gift, he looks so goddamn precious holding out the flowers to you with his smile that u just wanna give him a kiss ♡
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⠀「 AYATO*ೃ༄ 」
If Thoma is a god-send to be with when grocery shopping, Ayato is… nicely put, the exact opposite.
Listen I don’t blame the man. He’s rich enough that he’s never really had to do his own groceries before, so he’s a bit out of his element when he accompanies you to do it one day, but it’s still cute that he cleared a part of his busy schedule to help you out with this. He’s a little confused, but he’s got the spirit (and a pretty face, which helps.)
Motherfucker picks up some incredibly overpriced caviar, looks at the price tag ( $95 !!! For 30 grams what the fuck !!! ) nods to himself like he remembers you having that shit on your grocery list (you do not) and would have plunked it into your cart if you didn’t catch him in time.
He reasons that he’s tried this brand before and that it’s a very delicious-tasting one that you should try yourself, and his reasons are honestly pretty sweet, but it doesn’t change the fact that you don’t need the goddamn caviar. When you try to tell him that you don’t have the budget for it, he offers to get it for you which, again sweet and it makes you want to kiss him, but that’s not the point Ayato !!
Aside from his ignorance inexperience with how much a typical grocery run costs, there’s also the fact that this guy can’t cook for shit. As a result, if he’s not tossing rich person food into your cart, he’s placing shit that should under no circumstances be mixed together in the cart, claiming that he thinks the combination sounds nice to consume.
Ayato, dearest, I love you, but what the fuck is a Cheeto mango shiitake salad ?????? 
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⠀「 ALHAITHAM*ೃ༄ 」
The mf who makes a detailed shopping list, complete with the specific brand of the item you’re looking for, the exact amount, the exact price for said amount plus quantity, and then several alternate brands if the one he was aiming for sells out. All of these are entirely researched before hand.
Well, he either does that, or he goes for he most outrageous expensive shit you’ve every seen.
And no half of the time he doesn’t even throw in the $60 per kilogram cheese because he likes it— he does it because he kinda enjoys pissing off a certain blond architect who invites himself over to sleep on your couch rather often.
It’s usually up to you to cross your arms and stare Alhaitham down, quietly judging him for a petty bitch while he crosses his own arms and stares back at you, one eyebrow raised in the way that makes you not sure if you want to punch him or kiss him.
Sometimes you win and with a sigh, your boyfriend quietly turns and goes off to acquire the next item on his incredibly detailed list, leaving you to put his purchase back as you victoriously fist pump to yourself.
Other times, he wins and you throw your arms up, rolling your eyes so hard as you try not to look at his smirk for fear of actually punching him (or, you know, kissing him and flagrantly having public displays of affection.)
Fine! You say to him with a huff that’s not actually angry. Keep your goddamn parmigiano reggiano. 
You can never feel huffy about it for long, though— not when you find an extra tub of your favorite ice cream later as you put the groceries away. 
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unknowzs · 2 years ago
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CHOOSE ME !
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☆ The Character's reaction when they found out that you're planning to skip their banner | Gender Neutral Reader | Self aware characters | Ooc (?) | Bad Grammar
( Character )ㅤㅤ5 Stars Anemo Male
Geo Version
Hydro Electro Dendro Version
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Venti
The Audacity to skip his banner.
He couldn't believe his ears when he heard that you were planning to skip his banner. How dare you ?
Are you really going to skip this cute Anemo archon for that Electro boy from sumeru ? You already have Razor, so why do you need that Electro boy too ?
He can be a better DPS and support yet you still going to pull for that Electro boy instead of him ?
He pouted as he watched you click on the 10 wishes button on Cyno's banner but it's fine. There's always next time. "Yes.. there's always next time."
Xiao
He was so confused.. Didn't you say you were going to wish for him ? So why did you skip his banner and wish for the tall dendro guy named 'Alhaitham' ?
he watched you wish on alhaitham's banner with a small frown on his face. Is he not good or strong enough for you ?
But it's fine. If you're happy with Alhaitham, then he's also happy for you. ( that was a lie )
Kaedehara Kazuha
He got no reaction at all.
He doesn't mind if you're going to skip his banner but you better wish for him next time or he'll start to get jealous...
Wanderer
" AHAHA! THE DAY IS FINALLY COME! I final- "
" Maybe i should skip him for itto.. "
Wait what.
His jaw dropped. Did he hear that right ? Are you actually planning to skip his banner ?
But he finally got out of the basement ! He had been waiting for a year just to find out that you're going to skip his banner ? Are you serious right now ?
No he's not jealous, Not at all.. he said to himself as he slowly slid qiqi into your wishes.
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