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CW: Cupping their face with your hands PT.1 + their reaction. Fluff, GN!Reader, established relationships, use of pet names (Ex: Baby, dear, Dove, Sweetheart, my Lily, my love), soft moments with the boys, blushy boys, gentle kisses being shared, reader has a pyro vision in Dain's section.

Featuring:  Ayato + Dainsleif

Kamisato Ayato

"Ayato?" With a voice just above a whisper, you poke your head into Ayato's office, bright orbs immediately settling on your beloved partner.

Soft ocean eyes turn up from the pile of paperwork on his desk, scanning over your hesitant form in the doorway to his office before a gentle smile curves up the corners of his lips. "Come in, my dear."

Slender arms wrap around your waist the moment you're seated in his lap, Ayato burying his face against your shoulder for a long moment, simply taking in your scent. He has been working almost nonstop for days aside from Thoma or you forcing him to break for meals. Only now does he realize how much he has missed your presence and the way you curl up so perfectly on his lap while he does his paperwork. He has been neglecting you.

Ayato adjusts your body so that you're straddling his lap, legs on either side of his thighs so he can peer at your stunning features. His mouth is turned downward slightly at the beginning of a frown, you knew the words that would come from his mouth next. After all, you had heard the before after he prioritized his work before anything else.

"I-" The hydro user's words are cut off almost immediately feeling your hands on either side of his face, cupping his cheeks sweetly in the palms of your hands. Ocean blue eyes gaze up into yours, his lips parting in slight surprise and a subtle blush settling on Ayato's pale cheeks. The smile that breaks out across his face is nothing but heartwarming, his eyes slipping closed after not a moment more, simply enjoying the way you hold his face so delicately.

A light chuckle resonates from Ayato after a few moments, those breathtaking pools peeking back open just as you lean forward. The urge to kiss him right now is too much to bear. Before the hydro user can even realize what you're doing, you have pressed your lips together in a deep kiss. Yet another soft chuckle escapes, slender arms winding around you tighter to keep you from moving away from him.

Maybe it is time to take a break from his paperwork after all.

Now, physical affection has been rather limited through Dainsleif's life so it has taken a lot for the two of you to get to this point in your relationship. You have spent months traveling together, unsure of the destination, yet knowing the exact paths to take towards this unseen goal. This man trusts you with his life, you're his partner, and he knows you will always have his back in and outside of battle. He has his moments where he is a bit hesitant to accept your touches if he isn't completely sure of what you're up to, this would be one of those moments.

Dainsleif

"Hey Dain?" There is a grin on your face when you call your partner's name, the blonde's head shooting up from the fire he is attempting to make. "Why is it you ordered me to go hunting instead of you? I have the whole fire thing handled...you know I do have a pyro vision."

Seeing the two fish you are holding combined with how proud you look of yourself has Dainsleif smiling to himself before he is gesturing at his failed attempt to start a fire. "Not that I am one to admit these things, but seeing the way you're almost bursting with pride at catching our dinner makes my heart lift just a bit." He chuckles fondly, deep blue eyes following your every move as you place the fish on a wooden stand Dainsleif made for roasting them.

It takes a flick of your wrist as you sit on a log to have a fireball hitting the stack of wood below the fish, igniting the makeshift stove so your dinner can cook. "Come here~" you sigh out, beckoning your partner closer who follows the order with ease, taking a seat on the log next to you.

Before Dainsleif can get any words out, your hands are on either side of his face, cupping the warm flesh of his cheeks in your palms. Instead of shying away like most people might expect him to do, he leans into one of your palms, grabbing the other hand in his own and pressing a lingering kiss to the palm there. The action is simple but sweet making your heart clench in your chest at the sight of just how much this man truly trusts you.

Moving your hand from his cheek to the back of his neck, you tug Dainsleif closer, slotting your lips together with practiced ease. The kiss is tender and lengthy, only breaking when your lungs ache for air. As your eyes lock together, a smile breaks out across his face once more.

"I love you, my Star."

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"Whispers of Love in the Wind" ↠ Kazuha [FLUFF]

"Just run away with me darling, we'll get real lost"

Characters: Kazuha x GN!Reader (You)

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 5,686 (I’m very sorry, this is a behemoth)

Warnings: Kazuha's voicelines, Archon quest spoilers (up to most recent), some mentions of bullying at the beginning

A/N: I love this man so much that I really wanted to write him (and ended up with this monster). Enjoy this little bit of fluff before the angst start coming ;) Yes, I did get lazy on the last haiku. The story is split into seasons, but there's some time that passes between seasons. Prompts supplied by @tartagilicious and @seerie:

➳ "I promised to love you forever"

➳ "I still find myself falling asleep with you on my mind"

Also, I want to thank you guys so much for getting me to 400 followers! I never thought this would happen! I am so honored so many of you like my writing and I will continue to work hard!

Spring

Mouth pursed, vermillion eyes squinting in concentration, a little boy carefully holds a brush to paper. He watches as inky rivers flow together, blossoming into beautifully crafted words. The paper ruffle softly from the boy blowing gently on the glistening words, and he makes to wet his brush when-

“There he is!”

Raucous shouts of gleeful laughter fill the air. The sound of stampeding feet could be heard as a group of children rush into the once serene meadow.

Kazuha sighs. Quickly, he rolls up the paper with practiced hands and tucks it into his maple-leaf print sleeve.

“Oi Kaedehara!” A boy with shifty eyes, burly for his age, calls out as he approaches. “What are you doing?” The other children jeer as they

“Nothing that should concern you,” Kazuha replies, standing up slowly.

A scowl darkens the boy’s features, “You got something to say to me, Kaedehara?”

“Not really,” Kazuha says plainly, carefully putting away his brush and inkstone, a gesture that does not go unnoticed.

“What’s this?” The boy grabs a few papers scattered on the ground, the subject of Kazuha’s idle thoughts which had been long discarded hours ago. He scans them quickly and turns to his eager audience as he brandishes the paper like a trophy, “Kaedehara’s writing poetry!” He announces gleefully, saying the words with such a bite that he may as well have been saying that Kazuha was talking to himself.

The crowd guffaws noisily.

“Can I have that back?” Kazuha asks calmly as he crosses his arms.

“Is this what the Mighty Kaedehara clan is reduced to?” Another boy calls out amidst the clamoring. “Writing poetry?” His outburst incites another round of laughing.

“Poor Kaedehara,” the first boy mocks, “From samurai to starving poet is a long way to fall.”

Kazuha sighs inaudibly. He opens his mouth to say something, but another voice beats him to it.

“HEY! PICK ON SOMEONE YOUR OWN SIZE!” An incredibly furious, albeit tiny, voice sounds from the edge of the clearing. Everyone turns to look for the source. Kazuha watches, slightly amused, as you stomp across the field and stop in front of the boy who had taken the papers.

The boy sneers, looking down at your small figure, “Mind your business, kid, this is between Kaedehara and me.”

“Why are you picking on him?” You glare fiercely.

“Cute,” the boy proclaims, “Kaedehara the samurai needs a kid to protect him!” He mocks and the crowd jeers. “Is this the legacy of the Kaedehara cl-”

The boy suddenly stops speaking, mainly because you sock him in the stomach, a very solid thump!resounding through the air. Everyone gasps as he makes a choking sound, the wind knocked clean out of him.

“You got more to say?” You make a fist threateningly and the boy gulps.

“Come on…. let’s go,” He rasps, gesturing to the other children. They eye you warily as they leave.

Kazuha watches them go, until every last one of them is no longer able to be seen, before he speaks. “That was quite impressive.” There is a hint of admiration in his soft voice.

“My sister, Beidou, always told me to stand up for others. I don’t like bullying,” you shrug, finally turning to look at your white-haired companion. “Why didn’t you fight for yourself?”

He smiles at that, “Sometimes, there is no need to fight.” He kneels to collect the hastily thrown papers, “But I guess in this situation, I had you to thank for,” Kazuha adds, straightening up to turn to you, “Does my rescuer have a name?”

You tell him your name absentmindedly as you gaze down at the black words. Though they were results of Kazuha’s wandering thoughts, each word was written beautifully with care. “Is that a poem?”

“Yes, it’s called a haiku,” Kazuha hums. With a firm hand smoothing out the crinkles, he straightens the papers.

“Haiku,” you repeat curiously. “It looks incomplete,” you study the words.

He reaches into his sleeve then and produces a neat roll of paper, “That’s because it is. Here is the final version, if you care to read it.”

Slowly and carefully, you unfurl the paper and read out loud:

Whispers of the wind,

Once on a gentle spring day,

My worries gone away

Your eyes widen slightly. The meaning of the words was lost on you, but the way the words sounded as they exited your mouth was beautiful, lilting like the notes of a babbling brook. It was like you were singing, without any melody.

Kazuha sets himself down on the ground, arms and legs sprawling without a care in the world as he awaits your verdict, vermillion eyes holding a touch of intelligence beyond his years.

You follow suit as you settle next to him, handing him back the honeyed words. “It’s very pretty,” you nod shyly. Kazuha smiles at the childish compliment and turns onto his stomach.

“Would you like to learn how to make your own haiku?” Kazuha asks, voice as soft as the whispering breeze and just as gentle.

Your head tilts in childlike wonder as you watch him set the paper and brush with the utmost care. “Me?” You ask in disbelief, “I can’t write like you! I don’t even know that many words!”

He shakes his head, pouring out a bit of water into his inkwell. “It’s not about the words,” he says as he picks up his inkstone. “It’s about the feeling.”

The soft scraping of the stone against the clay sounds oddly soothing and you move to peer closer at the inky puddle that is beginning to form in the tray.

“Poetry is all about your emotions,” Kazuha explains, handing you a brush. “Write down how you’re feeling, at this very moment.”

You push your sleeves back as you follow suit, clumsily dipping the brush into the ink.

Kazuha chuckles and he places his hand on top of yours, steadily guiding you. “Well?” He asks expectantly, “How are you feeling?”

You pause, thinking. Kazuha’s hand is warm. As is the sunlight beaming down through the trees.

“Comfortable,” you say finally, “Warm. Happy.”

Scarlet eyes widen slightly in surprise, before curving into pleased crescents.

Kazuha takes your hand and the two of you watch as black words begin to appear across the pure white paper.

It was spring, that you meet Kaedehara Kazuha, a wandering samurai who prefers wielding a brush and ink rather than a sword. His words was as soft as the spring breeze whispering through the trees which made pink blossoms dance. It was spring, that you learn how beautiful words can truly be.

Summer

“Hurry up!” A blue-eyed boy with two fluffy ears calls out, his tail whisking behind him impatiently, “Where’s Thoma?”

“Checking stock, I bet,” Kazuha laughs as he passes you a bundle, which you set down with care into one of the two rowboats waiting in the water. “You know how he is, Gorou,” he adds when the boy makes a face.

“Does he know we’re only going on a trip to Yashiori, and not Liyue?” Another boy in red says lazily from where he is sprawled out on the floor of the rowboat. You nudge his leg, and he barely moves for you to make your way in. A blue-eyed kitten peeks at you before burrowing further into his kimono.

“Tomo, stop sleeping on my fireworks!” A blond-haired girl yells as she comes running down the sandy beach.

“Yoi, why would you even bring them?” Tomo huffs as he picks himself up from the boxes.

“Just you wait! I’m going to make this trip unforgettable!” Yoimiya sticks her tongue out at him, climbing into the second rowboat. Tomo rolls his eyes.

“Sorry I’m late!” Someone barrels onto Yoimiya’s boat and Gorou grabs the person by the shoulders before he could fall into the water. “Thanks,” Thoma straightens up sheepishly.

Tomo finally gets up, “You’re just in time,” he says dryly as he takes upon the oars in your boat.

Yoimiya stretches and passes Thoma the oars. “You’re paddling first.” Thoma nods without complaint.

“Let’s go!” Gorou barks from where he is standing, bouncing his bow against the wood. His excitement is palpable, however, as his tail wags happily.

Kazuha chuckles as he settles in next to you, vermillion eyes sparkling with mirth. You could tell he’s in good spirits. The warmth of his body seeps through his clothes and it’s the comforting presence you’ve learned to associate with him.

“This calls for a poem,” Kazuha announces. You’re close enough to hear the way the words tumble out of his chest, that little rumbling soothing to you.

Everyone except you groans half-heartedly but waits for Kazuha to speak.

“Sun beat upon brow,” Kazuha muses, and he inhales. You follow suit. The air is humid, but not too uncomfortable.

“Well?” Tomo asks, pausing in his rowing. Kazuha motions with one hand, indicating that he’s still mulling things over, and everyone loses interest once more.

“Sea and sky like gifts from gods,” Kazuha turns to send a gentle smile at his rapt audience of one. You sit up a little straighter as you await his final line.

“A good time with dear friends,” he finishes, and you clap gently. The two of you have gotten older since you first met, but the wonder and impact of Kazuha’s words have not left you. The way he speaks, so sure and light, always manages to leave you in awe.

Later that night, everyone settles down to unwind after a day out at sea. Voices are muted as you talk in hushed tones, simply content to enjoy the time with friends. You’re resting against a tree trunk, Kazuha right next to you as he blows lightly on a piece of grass. You hum along to the tune he’s playing, and he smiles.

“It’s starting!” Thoma suddenly announces and everyone sits up a little straighter. You turn your face skyward and wait.

A brilliant streak of cobalt flashes across the sky with a thunderous BOOM! before bursting into gorgeous glimmers of gold. It’s the only warning you get when the entire sky explodes into a myriad of colors. Hues of reds, purples, greens, blues, oranges dazzle your eyes thoroughly. Everyone gasps in delight. In a fit of bravery, you set your head down on Kazuha’s shoulder. You can hear his heart resounding with the fireworks, a gentle beat that echoes your own. It was like you shared a secret, privy only to the two of you. Kazuha doesn’t speak, but he shifts ever so slightly, and then you feel the weight of his arm settle around you. He holds you like that as you watch the rest of Yoimiya’s fireworks show.

It was summer, that you find your friend group. There was Thoma, strong and dependable. Gorou, steadfast and fiercely loyal. Tomo, who enjoyed living life to the fullest. Yoimiya, bright and bubbly. The only constant, however, was Kazuha and you. While others came and went, it was always the two of you against the world, ready to take on anything. It was summer, the season of festivals, that you watch a fireworks show you’d never forget, with a platinum-haired boy by your side.

Autumn

The air is crisp as you inhale, a tiny puff of water vapor exiting your mouth when you exhale slowly. Kazuha looks back at you and extends a hand to you. “Not long now,” he assures you, helping you up the mountainous path.

You hum in reply as you survey your surroundings. The two of you were on a tiny island near Ritou, in time to see the red maple leaves. Just as the seasons had changed, members of your little friend group had come and go. Thoma had been offered a job working for the Kamisato Clan and he had accepted, taking care of the Clan’s affairs. Yoimiya had taken over the family business and had been quite busy making memories for various clients. Gorou had been scouted by the Sangonomiya samurai. There were talks of growing unrest between the people of Watatsumi Island and the Shogunate. You weren’t sure where Gorou stood on the matter, but you figured it was best to remain in the dark about such topics.

“What’s on your mind?” Kazuha asks quietly, breaking through your thoughts, as the two of you maneuver over uneven ground.

You shake your head, trying to rid yourself of worry. “Just thinking about the rumors,” you admit with a sigh, “Do you think they might be true?”

Kazuha pauses, pondering your question. “That the Shogun is seizing Visions?” You nod and your eyes fall on the blue-green Anemo Vision swinging lightly on Kazuha’s back. “I won’t pretend to know the Raiden Shogun’s thoughts, but I can’t understand why she would want to do so if the rumors are true,” he muses, “Seizing Visions will not have anything to do with her promises of Eternity. But I fear that Inazuma is entering a period of uncertainty.” He notices the way your brows draw together and the hand that’s holding yours tightens, “Don’t worry, whatever happens, we’ll get through it together, won’t we?” Kazuha offers you a warm smile. It’s enough to chase away the brisk air. You squeeze back and his smile widens. “Now let’s go see some maple leaves.”

You finally laugh, “It’s a shame Tomo is going to miss this.”

“His loss,” Kazuha shrugs, “This is what he deserves for wanting to sleep in.” You’re about to chortle when your breath gets caught in your throat.

“Wow…” You breathe, as the two of you exit out of the woods and emerge into a grove of scarlet maple trees.

It was absolutely breathtaking. A gentle wind ruffles the trees, and ruby leaves shake in their boughs, some flitting through the branches to land softly on the ground.

“What a beautiful red color,” Kazuha muses. You turn back to look at him. Kazuha’s vermillion eyes mirror the leaves, mirth sparkling within them. Grinning widely, you hold up your fingers in a box shape and make the sound of a camera’s shutter.

“Let’s come back next year,” you announce, filling your lungs with big gulps of air as you raise your arms above your head and twirl. Your steps throw the leaves into tiny whirlwinds.

“Sure,” he agrees readily, “When the maple leaves next bloom red, we shall return.”

You should’ve known that all good things eventually come to an end.

You awaken to the sound of someone calling your name frantically. In the darkened hut in which an old farmer was so kind to lend the two of you for lodging, you make out the image of Kazuha pressing a finger to his lips, sword at the ready.

“It’s Beidou,” he murmurs, passing you your katana, “Something’s happened.”

The two of you move out of the hut. “Sis?” You tap Beidou’s shoulder gently and she whirls around. She puts down her claymore once she sees it’s you. “What’s going on?”

“Finally! I’ve been looking all over for you!” Beidou speaks in a rushed tone, grabbing your arm.

Next to you, Kazuha stiffens. “Someone’s coming,” he says quietly as he draws his sword, vermilion eyes scanning the surroundings.

Beidou nods grimly, “It’s the Shogun’s forces, come on.”

“Why would the Shogun come after us?” You are tugged along, Kazuha making up your tail. The three of you move stealthily through the forest, bodies on high alert.

Beidou looks back at you, expression unsure as she stops. “It’s…our parents,” she says finally, “They tried to fight the Vision Hunt Decree…” Her words trail off, but the meaning is clear.

“No…” You breathe, unable to process the news. A hand lands on your shoulder. Kazuha. The comforting weight lends you strength.

The three of you start when you hear a clamor in the distance. “As the Shogun have declared, hand over your Visions!”

Beidou grabs your arm. “We have to hurry,” she hisses, throwing a look over her shoulder. “Thoma managed to get us a boat out, but we have to get there safely first!” You look past her, past the edge of the forest, and you’re close enough to make out a silhouette of a boat bobbing in the water.

The steps get closer and all of you draw your weapons, grim expressions mirroring one another. “We can’t make it in time,” you say softly.

Kazuha’s hand tightens around his sword, “Go,” he says, gesturing to the boat, “I’ll give you time.”

“No-Kazuha! What are you saying?” You reach for him, but Beidou pulls you back. “You can’t! Come with us!”

“I can’t leave Tomo behind,” Kazuha is calm. Too calm. It makes you want to hit him.

“But-” You are muffled by Beidou clapping a hand over your mouth.

“Silence,” Beidou whispers, her body is tense, and you hear fast approaching steps. “We have to go!”

“Go!” Kazuha hisses as he readies his sword.

“Kazu-” you reach for him, and he grasps your hand, interlocking your fingers together. “Will-will we ever see each other again?”

He tugs on your hand then and you collide into his chest. “Don’t worry,” he murmurs against your forehead, “Even if today is the day that we go our separate ways, I am certain that we will meet again, in some corner of the world. The fate that brings people together is not a cord so easily cut.” His voice is so sure, so confident, that you had no choice but to believe him. “I’ll be fine,” he quells the worries that were about to pop up on your lips. There is a faint sensation of something warm upon your brow, but the feeling is fleeting. “Go, I will find you in the wind,” he promises before shoving you into Beidou’s arms.

“I owe you one,” Beidou nods at him, “Stay alive, won’t you?”

The last image you see of Kazuha is one where his feet is planted shoulder-width apart, sword raised, ruby eyes glinting with determination as Beidou pulls you towards the awaiting boat.

It was autumn, that you flee from Inazuma, leaving behind your home, your friends, and a scarlet-eyed samurai. The air was as cold and sharp as the blades of the Shogun’s forces hunting you down. It was autumn, the time of farewells, that you learn that when the leaves turn red and gold, they symbolize departure and that you had to say goodbye to the one who wore the same patterns as the trees.

Winter

You pull your blanket tighter around your shoulders as you sigh, a white puff of smoke unfurling from your mouth. Every so often, there is a crunch as the Alcor scrapes against ice. A commotion breaks out on the deck below you and you peer over the crow’s nest just in time to see the children tackle one another playfully. Sea Drake barks something at them, but you’re too high up to hear. Another sigh escapes you and you turn your thoughts to what has been the subject of your worries for over a year now. A certain figure clad in scarlet maple leaves with a gentle smile. Kaedehara Kazuha. You had no doubt you would see him again. After all, Kazuha was not one to go back on his words. But it has been well over a year, and you were feeling antsy. Has something happened? You aided Beidou in helping lost Inazumans escape the wrath of the Shogun, but none of the people you picked up were of any familiarity. Hope had never seemed so bleak.

“Man overboard!” A shout breaks you out of your thoughts. “Man overboard!”

The words register in your brain as you lean over the railing. “What?” You yell to the lookout in the crow’s nest above you.

“Man overboard!” He replies as he points at the water. You follow his arm, and you can see a figure struggling in the water. All your breath leaves your chest in an instant. Whoever the person was, they had platinum hair. Could it be? Before you even realize what you’re doing, your body throws itself out of the crow’s nest as you slide down the mast with ease. The burn of the rope is what makes you come to your senses, but you pay it no heed. You’re fixated on the figure in the water as you drop onto the deck.

“Hey, where’ve you been--” you ignore Beidou’s greeting. With leaden legs, you walk unsteadily towards the rowboat waiting to rescue the man.

Time seems to stagnate, and your limbs feels like you’re trapped in amber. Please, you plead silently, although you don’t quite know what is it you’re asking for. You watch as Sea Drake grab the sodden figure to haul him into the rowboat and your breath catches in your throat. There is a red maple leaf emblazoned on the sleeve of the man’s kimono.

The man coughs and you stare as he opens his eyes. Startling scarlet eyes meet yours and you feel a year’s worth of relief cascade upon you.

“Kazuha…” you whisper, fearing that this was a mirage, a trick of the light, your longing manifesting into this hallucination. If so, the archons were playing a cruel joke indeed.

The man in question smiles and there is nothing that stops you from launching yourself at him. Familiar arms, albeit freezing and soaked, wraps around you. You inhale shakily, feeling the culmination of everything you have experienced in a year. It burns through your chest. The beat of your heart roars in your ears and drowns out everything. Your fingers reach out and touch something solid. He was real. He was here. “Kazuha!”

“I’m here,” he murmurs. You can feel his breath against your ear, and you knew he was no hallucination indeed. “I’m here,” he repeats softly until all your doubts, all your qualms disappear. “I’m sorry it took me so long.”

It was winter, that you reunite with Kazuha. The weather was cold enough to freeze even the mighty ocean, but Kazuha’s arms provided you with the ever-familiar warmth. It was winter, that Kazuha finally fulfilled his promise whispered to you long ago, when you were fleeing from the unforgiving metal of the Shogunate’s swords.

Spring

You’re fuming as you watch men load boxes onto the Alcor. In the distance, you catch sight of Kazuha chatting with the Traveler on the deck and your mood sours further. The Crux Fleet was preparing to bring the Traveler to Inazuma, and you were banned from coming along. Worse still was Kazuha planning to spend some time with the Resistance to give them his aid. You scowl harder as you kick a pebble viciously down the street. Ever since the Traveler arrived, Kazuha had been spending more time with them. He was undoubtedly fascinated by someone who could control the elements despite being Visionless. The frown on your face deepens, unbeknownst to your knowledge.

Why do you care?

A voice asks, uninvited, and it makes you pause. Why did you care?

“What’s on your mind?” Someone speaks behind you, and it startles you out of your thoughts

You lurch forward with a yelp and is about to fall off the dock when an arm wraps around your stomach, holding you securely. You gulp as you turn around to face your rescuer. “Ka-Kazuha!” You splutter, feeling like your heart is about to burst out of your chest.

“Sorry,” Kazuha waits until you steady yourself to remove his arm from your waist. “You seemed really deep in thought, did I ruin anything?”

“No,” you shake your head and sigh, averting his eyes. Kazuha follows your line of sight to the Alcor.

Kazuha stops to regard you seriously. You squirm under his piercing gaze and know he’d seen right through you. “It won’t be too long,” he murmurs.

“Must you go?” You ask hesitantly.

“Gorou needs whatever help he can get,” Kazuha admits, “And I think with the Traveler’s help, we can get the Vision Hunt Decree abolished. If I can help even the slightest, I want to.” There is a steady determination running through his voice. “After all, Tomo died for this. I want to honor Tomo’s last wish.”

“Do you really think this could be solved with the Traveler’s help?”

Kazuha nods, “The Traveler has already defeated dragons and ancient gods. I truly believe that changing times are upon us.”

You smile bitterly, ignoring the pang in your chest when Kazuha mentions the Traveler. Why were you so affected by this?

You were so focused on your internal thoughts that you miss Kazuha’s look of concern as he gently holds your arm to stop you. “Are you okay?” He asks you carefully, ruby eyes scanning yours.

“I’m fine,” you brave a sad attempt at a smile, but Kazuha’s expression tells you he’s not convinced. Truth be told, you didn’t even know why you were acting like this.

“It’ll finally be over soon,” his voice is the gentlest you’ve ever heard, “I’ll write you whenever I can,” Kazuha promises, vermillion eyes shining earnestly.

It was spring again that you send off Kazuha back to Inazuma, with the hope that the Vision Hunt Decree would be removed. Kazuha said his farewells with the promise of sending you letters. It was spring that there were some things left unspoken between the two of you. It was spring that you discover that foreign feelings would sprout within you whenever a certain ronin with the spirit of a wanderer comes to mind.

Summer

You tear open a letter eagerly, scanning the name of the sender. Kazuha’s name is printed neatly on the envelope, as is custom of his letters. True to his promise, Kazuha wrote to you regularly over the past two months he was gone. Inside each letter, he always tucked in a red maple leaf with a haiku printed neatly on it. His haikus ranged from daily events to descriptions of beautiful sceneries. You kept every single maple leaf as each one was a dear treasure.

Your eyes widen in surprise as you read Kazuha’s latest letter. In it, he tells you that the Traveler had successfully defeated the Shogun and that the Vision Hunt Decree had ended.

“By the time you read this, I shall already be on my way back.”

You reread the words. Hope soars in your chest and you can’t stop the broad grin that splits your cheeks open. Kazuha is coming back. You flip over the letter, expecting to see the customary red maple leaf attached to the back, when your smile slides off your face. There is no leaf, no haiku. You pull open the envelope to double check. Nothing. Why is there no haiku?

Over the next two days, you’re unable to sleep, staying up late to ponder what had changed. The next morning, there is a hint of excitement in Liyue Harbor. Whispers of “The Crux Fleet is back!” and “The Traveler defeated the Raiden Shogun!”ring through the air, as you make your way to the docks. Your heart hammers nervously at the sight of the Alcor pulling into the harbor. Your thoughts are a jumbled mess as you search for the first sign of Kazuha. The missing haiku had plagued you for several nights. You want to know the reason why, but you’re scared that something had changed, that Kazuha had changed.

The Alcor gets closer and you’re able to see the faces of the crew members. You spot Kazuha leaning over the railing and raises your hand to wave at him. Suddenly, you’re unable to breathe. There is a dull roar in your ears as you stare at the sight in front of you. Kazuha is smiling at the Traveler, with the crinkles in the corners of his eyes that only come out when he is truly happy. You’ve only seen that smile twice. The first time during the fireworks show so long ago and the second when you pulled him out of the ocean. A sharp pain pierces through you, and you stagger. Your lungs feel like they’re squeezing together. It’s crushing. It’s the worst pain you have ever experienced.

That’s why there was no haiku, a voice whispers from the depths of your muddled mind.

A sob breaks out of your mouth, making a nearby child look at you curiously. You slap your hands over your mouth as you rush from the harbor. You miss Kazuha scan the crowds, however, frowning when he sees your fleeing figure. You miss Kazuha excusing himself politely as he takes off after you.

You collapse onto your knees, when you’re a safe enough distance from the harbor, before you dissolve in tears. Your reactions don’t make any sense, but you’re unable to stop the sobs wracking your body and you curl into yourself.

Why are you acting like this? The part of your brain that remains rational screams at you. Why are you acting like some lovestruck fool?

Love.

Love.

Something clicks then and you break down into a fresh round of sobs when the realization struck.

You’re in love with your best friend. You’re in love with Kaedehara Kazuha.

But why would he want you, when there’s the Traveler, who can manipulate elements without a Vision? The Traveler who defeated the Raiden Shogun, the one who helped get rid of the Vision Hunt Decree.

Thoughts, so thick and poisonous, rob all traces of reason, that you don’t notice a gentle breeze fluttering around you.

Kazuha lands next to you, out of breath. His hair is plastered to his forehead. Panic crosses his face when he notices the state you were in. He calls your name urgently as he places his hand on your shoulder.

“S-stop,” you whimper, trying to hide your face.

He ignores your attempts, “What’s wrong? What happened? Are you hurt?” Kazuha is frantic. You try to fend him off weakly, but he’s not having any of it. Kazuha gathers you into his lap, tucking your head under his chin and wrapping his arms around you.

“Kazuha…please,” his gestures are warm, but they only send more daggers of pain into you.

“Tell me what’s going on,” he commands softly, but you shake your head.

How would you tell him? How do you tell him you’ve loved him for this long?

There is a finger under your chin. It tilts your face upwards. “If you won’t tell me what’s wrong, then would you mind if I tell you something?” Kazuha asks quietly. You’ve calmed down enough to answer him with a shaky nod. Sanguine eyes search yours and for the first time ever, Kazuha seems hesitant. “Did you notice something different with the last letter I sent?”

Your eyes widen, but you nod slowly. “A…haiku,” you breathe out.

“Yes,” Kazuha affirms your answer. “Did you wonder why?” You press your lips together as you avert your gaze. You’re not sure you’re ready to hear the answer.

“W-why?”

Kazuha smiles then. It makes your chest simultaneously soar and squeeze together. “It’s because I needed you to hear the haiku in person,” he admits, and you notice that the tips of his ears are tinged pink. “You were always my top supporter, so I figured it was best that you hear this haiku in person.”

You gape at him, mind furiously trying to process his words. “What is the haiku?” You finally managed to say.

His chest moves up and down as he takes in a breath, before he recites:

Sun and moon rejoice

Birds of dawn sing songs anew

Far from home, with you

Kazuha finishes as he awaits your verdict. You process the words carefully, “Kazuha…do you mean…?” You’re unable to finish your sentence, not daring to hope the words meant what you thought they meant.

Kazuha smiles and it’s that smile, the one he shows only when he is absolutely happy. “Did you know,” he begins casually, “Since that night you had to flee from Inazuma, I made a promise to myself. ‘I promised to love you forever.’”

All the breath you were holding leaves your lungs in an instant. If you had not been sitting down, you would’ve collapsed. “Ka-Kazuha…what are you saying?” Your voice is not louder than a mere whisper, for fear of breaking this wondrous dream that you were obviously in.

“I thought this was quite clear,” Kazuha states softly, “Ever since we’ve met as children, I’ve always held you in high regard, always admired your strength and your resilience. But I think it was being apart from you that I realized the admiration has morphed into love. I didn’t want to tell you when everything was uncertain, but now since things have been resolved, I wanted to be honest with my feelings. Every night, I find myself falling asleep with you on my mind. I want to be able to journey together with you for a long time. I want to see the beautiful sights with you. You allowed me to dream of things I’d never even dared to think of. So, if you accept, would you like to accomplish these things together with me?”

You’re speechless. Out of all the outcomes, you’ve never even dared to consider the one where Kazuha might return your feelings. You meet Kazuha’s eyes as he awaits your answer.

If this is a dream, then never let me wake up.

Instead of saying anything, you clumsily reach up to press your lips against his. There is a sharp inhale, and Kazuha takes ahold of your jaw before kissing you with the utmost care.

Three words are uttered in unison between the soft brushes of your mouths.

“I love you”

It was summer, that Kaedehara Kazuha, whom you’ve known since childhood, became someone more than just a friend. Summer was when the two of you affirm your affections for each other. It was summer, that you discover love came in the form of ruby-red eyes and platinum hair. Love was Kaedehara Kazuha, your wandering partner for life.

Fin.

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All of my masterlists will be listed here and will be updated as I write. It will be separated by nation. Most of my works might be head canons with the occasional drabble/oneshot here and there.  

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Mondstadt Masterlist + Dainsleif

The City of Freedom

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The City of Eternity

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The City of Wisdom

CW: how sub!characte bottom for you, head canons, the word ‘cock’ is mentioned(can be imagined as a strap) dom!reader, fingering, praise, gn!reader, pet names in use (both toward the reader AND character), light degradation

Featuring: Thoma, Zhongli, Gorou, Albedo, Xiao

Thoma

It’s been a while (Kazuha x reader) NSFW MINORS DNI

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ(s): Kazuha x reader

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: NSFW, Public sex, penetration (reader receiving), use of language, archon quest spoiler(like 2 lines? Maybe?). 100% not proofread

ᴛʏᴘᴇ: One-shot/shortfic, GN Reader (pronouns aren't mentioned I think)

ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ/ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ: It’s a few days after the battle ends and you’re happy to spend alone time with Kazuha finally.

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2k

You were perched on one of the soft rose-colored shells that circled the Sangonomiya shrine, fixated on the neighboring area; the shimmering bubbles of water that floated nearby, the seagulls that screeched out overhead, and the diamond waterfalls that dropped into deep azure pools. It was times like this you were thankful you were able to join the resistance, blessed with staying on such a breath-taking island with people you had become very connected to. A light sigh escaped your lips as your mind started to wander once more, back to that beautiful white-haired man that your thoughts were almost always concentrated around.

It was a mild spring day on Watatsumi island, a slight wind guiding forward a feeling of tranquility to those who reside upon it. This was the first time in over a year that the inhabitants could breathe, not having to worry about the battle that was right around the corner, ready to flip their lives upside down. After the Vision Hunt Decree was abolished, Kazuha was able to return to Inazuma and not have to fret about being apprehended every time he traveled into the more social areas of the archipelago. The samurai had chosen to take a break from exploring with the Crux Fleet, determined to help the locals of Inazuma with whatever they needed after the battle ended. 

Kazuha was, in simple terms, the love of your life. You cherished everything about him unconditionally; from those sweet vermillion eyes that bore into yours with impeccable love and assurance, to the heat that soaked into your skin as he enveloped you into an embrace that shielded you from the world. He was the type of person that murmured honeyed words upon your skin even if you weren’t conscious to hear them, who always made sure that you were in excellent health despite his own well-being. You had shared innumerable near-death encounters together, but it only made your connection stronger in the end, never taking each other’s existence for granted anymore.

The soothing flow of the spring air tussled your hair, the silky strands caressing the side of your face making a smile lift the corners of your lips upward, the peacefulness of it all was enough to have you fall asleep if you laid down to try. Closing your eyes, you allowed your thoughts to take you away from here, visualizing up the future you were destined to have with your loving wandering samurai. You could visualize it already, a home of your own with a near-dozen maple trees surrounding it so Kazuha would never have to be parted from his precious trees and their brilliant ruby leaves again. 

“Finally relaxing, my dove?”

A well-known melodious voice pierces through your daydream, head snapping up to the origin before a radiant smile breaks out over your face. Before you stands your boyfriend, Kazuha, his regularly tied back hair is undone around his shoulders, and in his hands, he holds a plate of almond tofu. You proceeded to grasp the samurai’s wrist in your hand gingerly, leading him to take a seat so you could be side-by-side. “How did your relief efforts go today?” You ask in a near whisper, moving to lean your head against his shoulder.

Kazuha sets the plate holding the sweet dessert in his lap, wrapping a delicate arm around your shoulders, soft smile emerging on his face as you snuggle even closer to his warmth. “It went well, my dove. Gorou and I made a lot of improvement, we started helping the people in the city today who were in dire need of rations.” his voice is as soothing as the breeze when he answers your inquiry. He moves to grant you a spoonful of the almond tofu, making you shake your head lightly having eaten previously. The smile never disappears from your face seeing how proud your boyfriend looks in himself for assisting the people of Inazuma, recognizing how much being back means to him after having to stay away for so long. 

A kiss being placed on your nose pulls you from your thoughts once more, hum leaving your throat as you glance up to your boyfriend. Kazuha’s ruby eyes are staring down into your own, smile dancing on his lips as he breathes out a honeyed compliment regarding your beauty. The compliment leaves you speechless, mind incapable of grasping words as your cheeks tint a lovely hue of red. Powerless to do much else, you pull from your samurai’s shoulder, slender hand moving to cup his cheek delicately before you capture his lips in a loving kiss. It isn’t long before Kazuha awards you access to his mouth, lips parting so that your tongues can slide together in a slight contest for dominance. 

As soon as your tongues meet, a moan escapes Kazuha’s throat, his hands going to push the plate of almond tofu from his lap so he can draw you close instead. His nimble hands move the plate with ease, before they seize your waist luring you into his lap so that you are chest to chest. The sugary flavor of the dessert the samurai had been eating glides across your tongue, drawing a needy whine from your throat, desperate to get more of that sweet taste. You break the kiss, hand moving to scoop up another spoonful of the dessert before feeding it to Kazuha.

Once the man has consumed the mouthful, your lips are capturing his in another kiss. Why eat the dessert when this was so much better? Your lithe hands tangle in his platinum locks, lightly pulling the strands and making Kazuha whine, hands grasping your hips just a bit tighter while he rolls up against your body slightly. The action causes you to tug just a bit harder, desperate to hear that needy light sound again. Both of your breathing has gotten heavier, the rough expels of air, the quiet smack of your lips together, and the occasional moan being the only noises detected. Kazuha’s hips begin to roll up against you a bit more frequently, it becoming obvious just how needy the two of you are in this second. 

How long has it been since you have had an opportunity to enjoy the taste of each other? To relish in the simple touch and warmness of your partner?

It wasn’t long after the kiss was initiated that it ceased as well, Kazuha dragging his mouth from yours to start leaving a trail down your neck. He mouthed at the delicate skin there before he latched on, sucking to create those gorgeous dark blooms that stood out upon your ordinarily unblemished skin. Your hands clutched at the samurai’s shoulders, swallowing back the moan that threatened to escape your throat. Your mind was foggy, body hot with need that threatened to boil over with every roll of Kazuha’s hips. You needed him now. Thankfully, it was late enough that no one should happen to stroll by while the two of you savored each other’s touch out in the open like this.

Kazuha’s breathing was heavy as he held your hips, pushing your body down onto his swiftly growing arousal, the tension thick in the air as the two of you glided easily against each other. It isn’t long before you moan out, shattering the silence between you, the arousal was too great to bear any longer. “Kazu...I need you, please…”

The platinum-haired man wasted no time in pulling off any offending apparel that stopped him from being able to fuck you senseless in just a few moments. Your pants and underwear were tossed to the side in a matter of minutes, exposing your lower half to his wandering gaze completely. Your nimble hands moved to pull Kazuha from the confines of his pants, applying your saliva to slick the man’s cock up, because you don’t have any other lubricant on hand. Red eyes lock with yours as he utters a soft warning, giving you a chance to brace yourself in case the stretch hurts. 

Both of you are practically shaking with need as Kazuha lines himself up with your hole, head of his cock gliding over your entrance in yet another light warning. A near growl erupts from your throat due to how impatient you are, “Kazuha I swear if you don’t fu- Ah! O-Oh fuck…” A stricken moan leaves your lips at the feeling of your partner sliding in all the way to the hilt.

In the midst of your sentence, Kazuha dragged your hips down, enveloping his entire cock inside of you at once with ease, and the blended sound of both your moans simultaneously ring out into the night air. Your body shudders at the feeling of his cock inside you, unable to help the way your hole spasms around him causing a gasp to escape his throat at the sensation. Neither of you were going to last long at this rate. Gripping your hips tightly, Kazuha works to pull you up and down his aching length, making your back curve as he hammers your sweet spot every thrust. 

“A-Archons! Kazu..I-I...ah! I’m not going to last!” You can barely get the words out before Kazuha is shifting the position, hand cradling your neck as he lays you flat on the rose-colored shell you are occupying. He wastes no time in tugging off his own clothing so that he can fuck you better, throwing them aside with ease while he positions himself between your legs yet again. 

The moment that Kzuha’s cock breaches your walls again, you don’t fail to catch the way his body quivers as warm walls engulf him. It draws a moan from his lips with ease, muscles of his arms rippling as he places them above your head to ground himself. His face is flushed a lovely red, his skin shining with a thin layer of sweat as he gazes down into your eyes. You are certainly in the same state, face colored red, chest heaving, and body shaking slightly at just how big he feels inside of you right now. Your boyfriend starts to thrust, practically pounding into your smaller frame while your moans begin to boil over, back arching up into him as he abuses your sweet spot once more. 

“F-Fuck! Dove, be quiet before someone hears you!” Kazuha’s words are rushed, but his thrusts never stop, instead, he drives his cock harder into you, making sure he glides against your most sensitive spots. To try quieting you, he shoves his fingers into your mouth, fingertips brushing the back of your throat and making you gag around them. Drool begins to drip down your chin as your moans are limited to half sobs and whines with his fingers down your throat, but you love every second of it.

Your legs wrap around Kazuha’s waist, eyes rolling back as your stomach clenches, the warm snake of pleasure coiling tighter and tighter before it snaps. With a half scream, your orgasm floods over you, short nails digging into Kazuha’s back as you sob out in pleasure at your release. Tears slip down your flushed cheeks, hips pushing themselves back as much as you can manage with your boyfriend’s harsh pace. It isn’t long before Kazuha is crying out too, pulling his fingers from your mouth to smash your lips in a messy kiss. His orgasm hits him nearly as hard as yours did, Kazuha’s fingers clutching your waist as he empties his cum inside you with a noisy groan. 

The warmth of his cum has you feeling whole, legs falling open as your mind practically blacks out from both exhaustion and how intense everything was. Kazuha’s breathing has gotten back to a normal rhythm by the time he pulls out, observing in awe as his cum spills onto the shell below you. Fascinating. He is aware you’ve passed out from how powerful your orgasm was...or from the exhaustion of not resting properly after the battle. Whatever the case, Kazuha makes sure he takes you back to your home, wiping your sleeping figure down before he climbs into bed with you. 

There may be days when you may not have much time to spend together, but you always make sure to make it up in the end.

CW: Your favorite places to kiss them pt.1 + their reactions to the kisses, fluff, slight NSFW(things get a bit heated), suggestive content, MDNI (Just in case), GN! reader, reader being called pet names(EX: My dove, my love, baby, etc.). NOT PROOF READ.

Featuring: Gorou, Itto, Kazuha

Gorou - His ears + his face

Now, Gorou doesn’t like it when people even think about running their fingers over his ears, often declining the hopeful questions with “It is not okay to pet your General!”

Since the two of you have started dating, however, when you’re around he always makes a point to flick his ears around or complain that they are sore so you’ll massage them.  After the first few initial touches, it has become a routine to touch his ears when you are alone with the general.  

A faint sigh escapes Gorou as your lips press against the tip of his ear, the feather-like touch making his face heat up significantly, pale face turning scarlet as more kisses are pressed there. It soon becomes too much due to how sensitive they are and the general finds himself running out of air as he forgets to breathe. Who can blame him? You try having sensitive ears that your partner loves kissing and caressing!

Once you’ve decided that his ears have gotten enough attention, you move down to ghost your lips over Gorou’s, hot breath fanning over the skin there and knocking the air from his lungs in an instant. You look so pretty like this, staring at him as if he is the most important thing in your world, he truly adores this very look. Before the general can open his mouth to ask for a kiss, you’re already ghosting your lips over his face, peppering a fleet of kisses wherever your lips can reach.

The sound that comes from the general is almost squeal-like and his tail begins thumping on the bed behind him to prove the sheer joy you bring him at that moment. His face is scarlet by the time you are finished, Gorou panting slightly from the fit of giggles and noises he had reduced to while basking in your affection. 

“Come on, my kitten. It’s your turn now~”

Arataki Itto - His chest + collarbones

There is no doubt in your mind that Arataki Itto has the most built body in all of Inazuma, and you make sure to compliment his muscles often to help boost his confidence. (not that the dumb Oni needs that anyways) You love straddling his thighs despite being much smaller in comparison to him, eyes full of so much love that it even has the mighty Oni faltering just a moment, breath catching in his throat as he gazes back at you with those perfect ruby orbs.

"Y-Y/N?" Itto clears his throat after hearing how weak his voice sounds, knowing well that you'll make fun of him for it later. "Hey, what's that look for?"

Before you decide to give the Oni a proper answer, you duck your head, hands coming to hold your larger partner still by his shoulders as you press small kisses to his collarbones. The kisses are gentle, more like soft pecks than anything, just wanting Itto to feel as loved and appreciated as he makes you feel on a daily basis. Besides, a chance to lavish those muscles in attention? Who could even say no to that?

Slowly, you trail the kisses down just slightly to Itto's chest, lips trailing over the crimson marks on his chest before you bite gently into the flesh there. The feeling of both your hot mouth and blunt teeth coming into contact with the Oni's body has him gasping out softly, breath barely above a whisper as his muscles jump at your actions. Looking up at him through your lashes, you don't fail to catch the way his eyes have darkened with a lustful gleam and his breathing has gotten a tad heavier. Oh, you're in for it now. Who knew such a small touch could have Itto so worked up?

Kazuha - His stomach

If there is one thing that drives you insane, it is the distance that almost always sits between you and Kazuha, not that you can blame him. The blonde is considered to be a 'wandering Samurai', so you always make sure to wish him well on his travels when he prepares to go on another journey with the Crux Fleet and the crew. How could you dare hold him back from traveling like he wants? Having so much distance between the two of you so often makes keeping a relationship hard, never knowing when the samurai will return home to your arms safely. Despite how hard it is when Kazuha is away, you do your best to cherish him arrives back in Liyue to spent time with you.

Of course, most of this time is spent in your shared home so you can lavish the blonde in endless kisses and smother him with as much affection possible. These kisses start out innocent enough, his lips slightly bruised by the time you are finished, slick, and blissfully swollen. After you're sure his mouth has had enough attention to last a lifetime, you waste no time in untying the red kimono he wears to bed with you. Deft fingers push it from his shoulders, allowing the garment to bunch around the elbows as the Samarai is eased back onto the bed, body on full display for you. Oh, what a pretty sight this is indeed.

The once poetic, calm man before you is reduced to a slight mess, blonde hair falling over his shoulders and pale cheeks scarlet under your half-lidded gaze. Kazuha finds himself swallowing thickly at the familiar look in your eyes and the hunger that lay within the depths of your irises. Your lips trail from his chest to his stomach, mapping the muscles there with your lips only and drawing a shaky exhale from Kazuha's throat, his head tipping back slightly to enjoy the sensation. He shivers at hot kisses being placed over his stomach, your hands finding his thighs so you can caress them so delightfully. The feeling of blunt nails dragging over his inner thighs combined with the way your hot lips trace over his abs have the samurai shuddering, all too aware of how stuffy the room is getting right now.

"Alright, my dove, I think it's time you show me just how much your body longed for mine, yeah?"