✫ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

the way i saw this and thought of your writing with bonten. "you're the most possessive man i know." / "you know other men?" please make hcs 😩😩😩😩😩

you know other men? | Bonten Kakucho, Ran, Rindou, & Sanzu

- Headcanons of Bonten men being possessive/jealous of y/n.

warnings: suggestive but nothing too explicit

A/N: Hi, anon! I apologize if this took quite long. Hehe, since there aren't any stated characters, I just choose them on my own and I hope that's alright :)) If y'all want more just lmk. BTW, anon's pertaining to this.

Kakucho Hitto

Kakucho values loyalty more than anyone. So, if you're his s/o, it's no doubt that he has his full trust in you. Thus, the man barely has room for jealousy.

You know other men? So what? Isn't that natural? Is what Kakucho always thinks of.

However, on very rare occasions, Kakucho would be quite possessive and jealous of you. And these occasions consist of times when a man makes either you or you spend too much time with someone when you're with him.

When someone tries to hit on you, making you uncomfortable, Kakucho would immediately have his guard up around that person.

But as much as possible, he won't do anything aggressive so that the both of you wouldn't draw any more unwanted attention.

He'll immediately tell the person that you're in a relationship with him, and would politely ask them to stay away from you.

On the rare occasions where he's jealous - like how he would notice that your friend's touch would linger a little longer, Kakucho would be upfront about it to you.

"Y/N-san, I don't really like how your friend touches you. I'm pretty sure they know you have a boyfriend."

Hearing this from Kakucho would make you happy, considering that he's rarely jealous and that he was vocal about his feelings.

The man would probably think about tying the knot with you just to let everyone know you're his.

Ran Haitani

It's not news to anyone around Bonten and Roppongi that this man has a huge ego. He's cocky and full of himself, so it's rare for him to get jealous.

In fact, Ran doesn't give a fuck about other people. After all, what's there to get jealous of when he's literally THE Ran Haitani.

However, this doesn't mean that he's not possessive. On the contrary, Ran's quite wary of the people around you. Especially those who have no clue that you're dating them.

He's not dumb to think that you don't know other men. And most of all, he's not dumb to not realize how people look at you. You're a catch, so that's bound to happen anyway.

When he sees you talking to other people, he brushes it off first. He trusts you that you wouldn't entertain other men, especially when you have him.

But it's a different business when they get too close for his liking. He's an observant man. So he knows the fine line when someone talks and flirts with you.

At first, Ran would judge the person trying to flirt with you. Because how dare they flirt with their s/o?

"Ugly", "No sense of fashion", "Shit hair" - are basically the things that run in Ran's mind to describe the person flirting with you.

When his patience becomes too thin, your boyfriend will immediately walk up to you, and will either lazily drape his arms on your shoulders, or place his hand at the small of your back.

Then, Ran will proceed to eye that person from head to toe before introducing himself in the pettiest and cockiest manner.

"Oh hey, little fella. I'm this hot chick's boyfriend... Oh, and did they tell you that I'm Bonten's executive? I also run Roppongi with my brother. It's not much isn't it?"

That statement was enough to send away the person flirting with you. However, if they're still bold enough to stick beside you, Ran would either threaten the man by subtly pointing a gun with a smirk on his face.

Sometimes, you'll try to stop this on happening by feeding your boyfriend's ego a little more.

"Oh he's actually my... husband. My handsome husband who's very... down to earth, as you can see."

Best believe me that stroking that man's ego would make him more head over heels on you than he already is.

Rindou Haitani

Rindou barely opens up to someone. So being his s/o means that he trusts you and that you really have a special place in his heart.

But, admitting his feelings is still difficult for him. Making jealousy a foreign feeling for Rindou.

He doesn't know why but seeing the way your eyes crinkle from giggling to that man's corny jokes made him feel anxious and mad inside.

Rindou will try his best to be calm about the situation. Thinking how he might just be irrational and that he's being immature - an emotion he believes is unbefitting for him.

He'll just try to observe silently while trying to come up with reasonable thoughts as to why you seem close with that man.

But somehow, the feeling would just linger inside him. How could you laugh at someone else's jokes when you have a boyfriend?

It would even cross his mind that you were doing this on purpose. no Rindou, you're just a jealous baby

Does he not make you happy anymore? Is there something wrong with him? Are you tired of being with a criminal? - Those thoughts would naturally cross his mind.

When he can't take the feeling anymore, Rindou would gently hold you by your arm and whisper in your ear.

"Y/N, I don't know what you're up to, but I think it's time for us to get home."

While you're not looking, Rindou would send daggers to the man flirting with you, enough to tell that they've fucking crossed the line and that they're done for.

You just drive him insane. And oh you wouldn't be able to imagine the things he would do for you.

Sanzu Haruchiyo

The moment you agreed to be his s/o was the moment Sanzu knew that you're officially his - like a prize he gained and no one else deserves.

When it comes to this man, there's no distinction on his level of jealousy whether he's high or sober. An Akashi like him is just naturally possessive.

This is why your boyfriend rarely brings you around Bonten meetings. Hell, he barely even brings you to Bonten's headquarters.

Sanzu just doesn't appreciate how his men, as well as other Bonten executives, would eye you. Though it's understandable since you're gorgeous, it still doesn't sit right with him.

You know other men? Well of course you do. But are you supposed to be around them? Hell no.

This man is like a dog who's ready to bark at anyone who comes too near to you.

When Sanzu sees you talk to other Bonten executives on rare occasions, he already feels his blood boil. But, he somehow tries to calm down since they're all in the same group.

Oh, but when he sees you talk to another man? All of his rational thoughts will be automatically thrown out the window.

"Just who the fuck do they think they're talking to, baby? Getting too talkative now, aren't we?"

Sanzu would not hesitate to make out with you in front of the man who dared to flirt with you.

Your boyfriend would even try to touch you aggressively, squeezing your ass and other parts of you just to make sure that you were giving a show.

Someone pray for the person who dared to even flirt with you. Because Sanzu would make sure that they're not going out completely.

THE GENSHIN MEN + THE WAY THEY KISS

feat. arataki itto, kamisato ayato, xiao, zhongli

warnings. kissing!!! i love itto so much

ITTO’s kisses are messy. it’s your face in his hands and scattered lips along your jaw—all laughter pricking your skin and smiles stretching against your mouth. he mumbles words—messy strings of syllables and scattered i love you’s slipping from his throat, and you’re sure if you’re ever to find something akin to rapture—if heaven could form between the heat of your cheeks and the palms of his hands—this would be the point of discovery.

AYATO’s kisses are quiet. it’s sneaking into your room through streaks of moonlight and the stretch of silhouettes along silken sheets. it’s heavy words being carried through light whispers and the shadow of lips against your own—a touch meant for nothing more than to swallow you whole. if love was crafted through an action—if there was a way to hold the creation of things between your teeth, this would be it—he would be it.

XIAO’s kisses are nothing if not nervous. it’s treating your skin like porcelain—like a shift too fast or a grip too strong could shatter you beneath his fingertips. it’s the shared shakiness of breath and the blushing of cheeks and the stretch of the newborn sun across the sky. it’s hesitant i love you’s—as if every syllable is as much a weapon as it is a declaration; as if tonight could very well be as much a goodbye as it is a hello.

ZHONGLI’s kisses carry a whisper of promise. it’s ancient memory breathed across your lips—a wisdom of the sky above your head and the ground beneath your feet and the power in your bones spilling across your skin. it’s the knowing that i love you means forever, that if this is ever to end, memory will hold you in its palms and your words will never leave his mind, just as your voice echos from your throat.

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figure skater! oikawa torū that looks like an angel on the ice, practically floating. he has this bright smile that shines brighter than the sun even while indoors. on occasions, he’ll offer you to come on the ice with him. and although it’s a bit intimidating considering he is godly at ice-skating, he takes his time.

if you don’t know how to ice-skate, he holds your hand, having you step on his skates just to get a “feel for the ice.” and reminds you it is “just like learning to dance.” with this saccharine tone. if you become scared or frightened, he’ll place a hand on your back, assuring you there is no one more ready to keep you from falling than him.

there was one night that you became determined you were going to ace ice-skating once and for all. yet that night you ended up in torū’s arms, his lips pressed to yours under the dimmer evening light.

of course, moments like that apparently didn’t come for free. on ice, he just so happens to love taunting you over how pink your face becomes from the cold whilst he’s perfectly adjusted thanks to the thin clothing he wears during competition.

step by step he teaches, teaching you everything there is to know about the world of figure skating. good and bad. you are the first person to attend his shows and the first to get the best tickets in competitions. sometimes, his performances are based on his feelings for you, whether that be subtle or ultimately provocative. you can’t help the crimson dancing on your cheeks when his eyes meet yours on center stage.

however the ice may be one of his favorite places, but you are the home he looks forward to seeing the most.

-maak

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❝ THE WOMAN YOU WISHED TO BE ❞

↳ ft. GUIZHONG, ZHONGLI

「 GN! Reader, Angst to Fluff, Non-SAGAU 」

A/N﹕There honestly needs to be more actual Guizhong x Reader content. So, why not make some myself? Also, she may or may not be OOC-

ㅤYou were … disappointed. Disappointed in Zhongli. But you couldn’t bring yourself to just leave him … You wanted to, a lot actually, but for some reason you stuck to his side. And for what? To be called another name, that’s what.

ㅤIt felt like … he didn’t see you. He saw you as another woman. A woman that passed long ago, he saw through you. You’ve always wondered if you actually meant something to the consultant or if you were just “Guizhong” to him.

ㅤHe’s called you a name that don’t belong to you so many times, at this point you wonder why you even try to argue about it. It doesn’t change anything, no matter how many times you’ve confronted him about it, no matter how many times you’ve told him that isn’t your name.

ㅤYou hate the fact he was always so calm about it too, even if you confronted him, even during the arguments, even if he knew what he called you. You despised him. But your body can’t bring you to just separate from him. No matter how hard you try, you always just end up in another argument with him again.

ㅤYou wanted him to see you as your own person.

“But that won’t happen any time soon now, would it …”

ㅤSitting in a field of glaze lilies, you both hated and admired the said flower because it reminded you of who you are not, but it was so pretty and it meant something to you. You were beyond upset. You fled after another argument, too mad at Zhongli to shed any tears at this point.

ㅤYou glance at the field you were in, admiring the lovely design of the flowers. You hum some sort of song, picking a glaze lily up – endeared by its full bloom. You’ve always adored the charming blossoms, ever since you were a young child you’ve always wanted a whole garden of them. You exaggerated it a bit before but you still do have the same desire.

ㅤYou knew that Zhongli isn’t meant for you, you deserve better. You know that you were a fool to fall for him, his loving and charming exterior tricking you into being called another woman’s name for who knows how long. Speaking of …

“I feel sorry for you, darling.”

ㅤA voice startles you, a voice that feels like belongs to someone you’ve heard of. Especially someone that you’ve been mistaken as. You flinch when the said person sits next to you in the field, quite close in fact. You feel your face heat up, you try to – y’know, get your body to not do that when the person that you’re supposed to hate is right next to you.

ㅤAs Guizhong picks up the flowers, you look away in an attempt to hide your flushed face. You look back at the woman. She gives you a small smile, handing you a glaze lily – one that’s especially endearing. You hold the glaze lily dearly, so gentle, such a delicate touch.

“It’s for you, a sorry gift after how Rex Lapis has been treating you lately.”

“Wait wait wait, you knew all this time?”

ㅤYou look at her with a surprised expression. She chuckles and nods, explaining how she’s been watching over you, feeling pity from how many times her name has been called from the former Geo Archon directed to you. Someone that doesn’t deserve to be named one that you don’t own.

ㅤYou laugh and sigh, looking down at your knees. Guizhong takes notice and tries to comfort you, an idea popping up in her mind. She glances at the field before making a flower crown made of glaze lilies and silk flowers, fitting it on your head.

ㅤYou look above, putting your hand on your head, gasping softly as you feel your cheeks heat up again. You smile at the woman, scooting a bit closer to lean your head on her shoulder as you feel your eyelids become heavy.

ㅤShe giggles, placing a soft kiss on your forehead as she decorates your hair with glaze lilies, whispering soothing words to your ear. As your mind clouds with sleepiness and your vision goes blurry in a haze, you hear her voice before you fall into slumber.

“I will stay by your side until dust, dearest.”

everything that’s wrong with me

plot: you walk in on tartaglia having a meltdown 

warnings: hurt/comfort, but very little comfort, description of self hate (the character, not the reader) 

i listened to god must hate me and nearly made myself cry writing this one

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College friend turned boyfriend!Levi, who never hugs ANYONE as a greeting EXCEPT for you.

When you met him everyone in the friend group warned you that he does not like to be touched under any circumstances. But as you two get closer and closer he slowly grows more and more okay with how close you sit to him.

How sometimes you’ll nudge his arm after a funny thing he said and then he eventually starts trying to make you laugh. Because he actually really likes how your elbow bumps into his forearm, and the sound of a tiny giggle from his stupid joke. As the months pass everyone notices how Levi chooses to sit next to you in nearly every social outing. How his pinky lingers against the outside of your thigh, how he sometimes hovers a hand behind you (and only you) when walking up a flight of stairs.

And one night, when everyone is super drunk you just… Cling to him. To his arm, lean on his shoulder, hook an arm around him when you need to whisper something to him. And the first time it happens everyone fully expects Levi to shove you away (as he does with Hange on a regular basis). But he doesn’t. He just lets you, and there’s always a specific fond expression he wears everytime you touch him.

Then you start doing it sober, you hug him as a greeting one time after Hange placed a bet with you. You didn’t expect him to let you but he just, stands there. After a few more hugs over the next coming weeks he quickly wraps an arm around your waist as a greeting. And that’s when everyone in the group just fucking knew the man was head over heels for you ❤️

tags: hybrid au (half animal half human), fem!reader, reader is a child therapist, norwegian forest cat!aizawa, not a/b/o, dubcon, male masturbation, implied past abandonment, transformations (shifting between cat and human), heats, hurt/comfort, biting, scratching, blood, angst and fluff, bed sharing, penetrative sex, oral sex (f!receiving), strangers to friends to lovers, therapy cats, animal instincts, more tags to be added

synopsis: you’d toyed with the idea of adopting a hybrid for a long while, always blaming your hesitance on a lack of finances, time and space. but when your best friend asks for your input in finalising her own adoption, you meet an older cat by the name of Shouta that you simply refuse to leave without.

chapters: one (coming soon) two three

Can you do selectively mute s/o with Lisa, Eula, and Yae Miko plz n thnxs :]

Her with a Selectively Mute S/O

Characters: Lisa, Eula, Yae Miko x gn!reader

Warnings: none

A/n: Ah I forgot how fun it was to write for this prompt <3 ty for the request

Link to prt. 1 (not related, only if you want more)

• It became a game for Lisa to make you talk at first. She would ask you all different types of questions and even attempt to make you flustered with her charm. Eventually, it was less of a game and more of a weird relationship between you two. 

• Lisa was definitely insensitive, she knew better but it was a source of entertainment for her to make others flustered or upset. But seeing as you were never phased she would give up, having you around was nice, however. You never spoke yet you made her feel comfortable.

• Lisa would invite you to the library often to mess with you, she was surprised as you’d show up every time without fail despite her antics. Even when she thought you weren’t listening to her you would show up with no complications.

You walked into the library to silently have lunch with Lisa like always, it had become some sort of unspoken ritual between you two. When she saw you her eyes lit up in excitement, only to squint as she smiled at you endearingly. Her pearly white smile drove you crazy, but you’d never verbally admit it. “You’ve made it today cutie, I thought from yesterday you didn’t hear me,” she spoke.

You walked up to her desk, waiting for her to pack her stuff up so you two could make your way to Good Hunter together. “Say how about you order your food today. I want to hear your voice love, I imagine it’s silky smooth, something I’d expect from a cutie pie like you,” she stood up from her wooden chair, tucking it back into the desk. Her hand on your chest, sliding lower to your abdomen as a flirtatious gesture.

“I’d prefer not to,” you replied without a second thought. You only spoke when you felt necessary, so far with Lisa it hadn’t been until pressured to communicate with others. “I only want to speak to you,” you added for context. Lisa’s hand dropped from your chest, her eyes widened and her head lowered, expressing a deep frown of amazement.

“Say that again,” she enticed you, she regained her composure rather quickly. You shook your head, her drawing her ear closer to your mouth so you could whisper something, anything in it. “No- say it again. I want to hear your voice one more time, that was unsolicited so I wasn’t ready to memorize it. This time I can remember it well.”

You didn’t let out a peep, of course, she was being too greedy. “Listen, now that I know you can talk, you’d better be ready. I’ll get it out of you again one day,” at her old age she knew to be patient to get what she wanted. This was one of those moments.

• Eula was at first frustrated that you wouldn’t talk. That frustration turned into infatuation. and the infatuation developed into protectiveness. She was your guardian angel, especially if anyone tried to make fun of you. She would even get jealous if anyone tried to talk to you.

• Eula liked how you didn’t have any sharp words to offer her upon realizing she was a Lawrence. She remembered revealing it, expecting backlash, but you just blinked at her unphased at the revelation. She would find it easy to let her guard down around you in a comfortable silence.

• Eula became your voice. If you were eating out? She’d order for you, she already knew all of your preferences based on your reactions. If you were asked a question? She’d answer for you, she was convinced she knew best for you because you never talked back. 

Eula and you strayed through the alleyways of Mondstadt. It wasn’t until she met you that she truly felt like she belonged, even if you didn’t communicate how others did. It was okay, however, even though it felt as if she were talking to a stone wall 90% of the time, she wouldn’t have it any other way. “What do you want to eat today for lunch? I’m rather starved,” she asked you attentive to your needs.

You didn’t reply, just looking at your feet as they kicked around the cobblestone path. “Silent as always huh? How about Good Hunter? I could use some fisherman’s toast at the moment. Hm… but I’m not really craving it,” she was lost in thought. “You probably dislike how indecisive I am huh?” she asked you feeling incompetent.

“No, I don’t dislike it at all,” you replied in a monotone voice. She stopped in her tracks, you continued not noticing her falling behind you. Did you just speak? She thought. What an exotic experience, to listen to your voice. The more she thought about it the more her lust to hear it again grew inside of her.

“Please repeat what you had said for me,” she asked of you. She did a light jog to catch up to you, her heels clicking against the concrete. You continued to walk, ignoring her pleads. She tried stopping you, walking in front of you, linking to your arms, even pretending to trip to get your attention. “Please? For me?” she asked blinking abnormally fast like a child begging for a toy.

You looked at her nonchalantly, at this moment she realized her efforts were for naught. Of course, she never got what she wanted so easily. “Fine, I’ll do what it takes to listen to your voice again. I just have you know that the day I hear it is the day I’ll strike absolute vengeance upon you,” she folded her arms assertively with a pout. How mean.

• Yae Miko found it fascinating, she had never met such a silent human. She thought it was resourceful to keep you around, you’d follow her commands without hesitation and best of all there were no complaints. At first, she saw you as a tool, but eventually, she grew possessive over your loyalty.

• Miko at first found it awkward that she was the only one talking, thinking it was some facade. Eventually, she drew the conclusion that you were just mute. Whether it was diagnosed or by choice none of it mattered to her. She found it rather adorable, like a little doll. 

• It all started when Miko gave you a chore to sweep the main lobby as a joke. Unbeknownst that you actually completed it regardless of her insisting it was fine. She would experiment on you from thereon. Even growing an irrational paranoia that you would one day slip from her fingers without a single word.

Miko nuzzled against your shoulder, breathing in the fresh air that was littered with the scent of sakura petals. You had just completed sweeping the prayer rooms for Miko and dusting all the shelves. “Ah what would I do without you? You’re so obedient,” she looked up at you with puppy dog eyes.

“I must know, however-,” Miko started to think sentimentally. Recently she had been thinking that you might leave her, a thought she was plagued with. “Would you ever leave me? I mean it’s only natural. I one day gave you an order and you complied, it has been like this since I’ve known you. If someone else barked orders at you, would you follow them too?”

“No- never,” you replied bluntly without hesitation. Her ears twitched, her eyes widened, and her head cocked at an angle in shock. Not at your response, but at your voice. The fact that you even had a voice? She just assumed you lacked vocal cords at some point. But she realized now that she made a mistake drawing that conclusion without any evidence or confirmation from you.

“You can speak?” she asked. her voice wasn’t laced with any pitch like normal, just a flat question of confusion. She eventually regained her composure after realizing she wasn’t going to get a reaction from you. She cleared her throat. “You’re really not going to speak again after revealing that to me? What will it take? I can pay you handsomely,” she tried to bargain.

“I see,” she put her hand to her chin in analysis. “Anyways whether you decide to talk again or not, I am glad to know you’re loyal to me only,” she smiled at your response. Today she had not only been able to hear your voice but was able to clear any intrusive thoughts from her recent overthinking. 

Resolve ★ Kazuha

— ★ Scry: Solar Scintilla + Kazuha — ★ Genre: Platonic + Fluff — ★ Concept: There are times when he wakes up crying and cold, but those are quick to dissipate after remembering that he's been blessed with fate's mercy. — ★ Words: 3.6k — First Part: Vigil — ★ Blood A/N: Although the scry didn't explicitly state to be in Vigil's universe- 'solar scintilla' is an invitation- I hope anon dear didn't mind eeeee— read the first part (original) for context!

“Nee-san, come look!”

“My, what’s this?”

Little Kazuha beams as he shows the contents of his paper, watching his older sibling try to make sense of his drawing, “It’s home!”

“It’s pretty—but I don’t see a house?” [Name] flips the parchment to look at its backside, but there is nothing.

“There’s no need for one,” he smiles, “Because us two makes a home!”

A samurai lives with honor and vigilance, striking down foes with a wayward strike of a blade.

Known weaknesses are to be overcome and be a root of power, and with each descent of a comrade in the battlefield equates to honoring their death and trudging on to triumph over the war.

This creed is held above all for those who wield the sword, and Kazuha is no different from it.

It becomes his reason the moment his hand burns with the transient blaze of his friend’s Vision—becoming his purpose as he flees from Tenshukaku.

He has rooted deep into his heart the reality that he will have to respect Tomoaki’s decision. Accepted that he will honor him by bearing the now masterless Vision in hopes that one day, something greater will trounce that vicious lightning.

That passing shall be his source of strength, he will proceed with his own war.

But he later realizes with grave denial that he is far from being prepared to live by the code of the samurai.

“You…” a broken whisper in the cold.

He is not ready to march on his battlefield alone. It is an inopportune time—a cruel hand of destiny, a devastating turn of events. He did not want this.

He doesn’t want to honor this.

“Have to leave me.. Kazu..” a tiny plea lost to his ears.

Underneath the eternal squall that plays a part in fate’s cruel thesis, the fugitive runs with only the wind and his resolve as his incentives.

The lasting echoes of numerous bellows make him run faster.

But the heavy rain lags him down. The stormfall minutes ago has at long last begun to pour its tears, crying for a tragedy that is minutes away from reaching fruition.

Not if he goes against it, though.

Another murmur resounds, more desperate than ever, “They will catch you..”

The burn in his chest, the ache in his limbs, the mist in his eyes—why is it that even his body is going against his will?

Why must even he fall victim to this tragic play?

“I’m only slowing you down.”

He can’t allow it—no, he won’t allow it.

The boat is close—he has managed to outrun the shogunate, there is no way he’s stopping now.

The arms around his neck start to unlink themselves, letting go after the realization that he will not bend to the wish to let go. Feeling the deliberate loss of security on his person, he begins to panic.

Stop it. He can’t pause midway to move his sister from his back into his arms, there’s no time. Stop it… !

Amid the cold, he feels warmth seeping into the fabric of his already soaked clothes.

It’s his kin’s blood.

And just being here, bare in the watching eyes of life, trying to rescue someone who—despite is knocking on death’s door—still thinks of him in her last moments, makes him rasp out a sob he’s been trying to keep at bay.

“[Name], please just let me save you,”

His voice gets muffled by the rain and the shouting, but he knows his sister can hear him well, what with the responsive twitch of her fingers.

I cannot let it end like this, he thinks after recalling how bright [Name] had been when talking about the future. You cannot pass like this.

Why is that when he has finally started to reach back for the fingers that have grasped his—they are withdrawing farther and farther from him? Is this the universe’s reprisal for his negligence?

For knowing only how to lament and regret when everything is already too late?

“Please..” he tightens the hook of his grip on his sibling’s legs.

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, just please—please don’t take her.

Though he doesn’t remember when his thoughts begin to overpour with his grief, nor does he know who listens to his prayers, he doesn’t care.

Don’t take my sister from me.

He cries, “I can’t lose you, too.”

“…”

The sound of the rain is all that there is, but he doesn’t let up.

In all honesty, he believes that his voice no longer reached his sibling—that he’s far little, too late, and the hope inside is dying- but then he feels quivering hands latch onto him again.

Weak, barely even noticeable—but he does notice, and he almost cries out in utter relief, but he knows the battle has not ended yet.

He does not stop moving even after he has gently set the lady in the boat and he moves to push it in the waters.

Does not let his aching muscles ease as he summons a burst of wind that helps propel them forward and guide them in the direction of Yashiori.

Everything is a blur to him afterward, though he does remember his tremors as he overlooked the paling form of his sister and her open wound.

He remembers arriving at the shore near Fort Fujitou, having barely escaped the arrows from passing the shogunate stationed at the borders of Kannazuka.

No matter how hard he tries to cling to his sense of reason, the mix of hysteria and panic is enough to conquer rationality.

It’s still raining when he takes his kin into his arms to race towards the resistance camp some distance away.

But he has overestimated his body—before he knows it, his legs have given up on him and he falls onto the sand.

The horror that gnaws at his conscious intensifies after seeing his sister’s body roll away, followed by a feeble yet sharp groan of pain.

Washing away towards the rolling tides near them is a dull hue of red, darkening to crimson.

An endless stream of blood.

But what captures his focus the most is not the stream, but the pair of [c]s and the hand that is reaching out.

The unpleasant telltale of disquietude tears out raw distress and he almost breaks back into tears seeing his dying kin reach for him.

With newfound resolve and clawed fingers against the sand, Kazuha pushes himself up—only to collapse, the strain on his body too much to overcome.

His vision begins to blacken and—no, no, no, no.

I can’t, not now.. ! Even moving his arms have gotten so difficult, but he keeps on struggling- keeps on fighting. I’m so close… someone..

He mirrors the action, hand reaching forward to the distant figure of his sister in a silent cry of desperation. Please-!

But his vision finally fades to black.

Nee-san… !

Kazuha gasps, resurfacing from the ghoulish clutch of the night’s terror with a lurch from his bed.

His hand is hanging in midair, reaching for nonexistence—at least, now that he’s awake, there is nothing he’s reaching for.

Still at the crest of consternation, the dropping of his arm is slow, like the turning cogs and gears in his mind that start to make sense of what’s happened.

Another—another awful nightmare. What’s the count again?

Oh, who is he kidding, he no longer is able to take count of it.

It’s always the same dreamscape whenever he escapes to his slumbers, the fear, the denial… he still feels them even after waking up.

A raw wound—an eternal scar.

He tries not to think much of it, knowing that there’s nothing to worry over now.

But all that greets him when he closes his eyes is the blood—the spear, the time of impalement, and he all but throws his covers away in mild annoyance.

There is no way he can sleep now. That is basically just inviting the nightmares again.

With unease nestling in his still racing heart, he makes the decision to leave his cabin as silently as possible—so as to not wake those who sleep in the same room.

The rest has had enough of waking him up when he’s stuck in those horrible terrors and couldn’t for the life of him open his eyes.

The timid rock of the Alcor as it continues its voyage in the sea thankfully gives him some peace of mind, though it can never replicate the comfort provided by the elder Kaedehara.

He ascends to the main deck where he sees Beidou behind the wheel, her good eye leading him to the starboard.

Sitting upon the barrels nearby is none other than his sibling, who seems to be stitching something under the light of the moon.

His chest immediately surges with relief. She’s alright.

Sometimes, all he really needs is the reminder that his resolve did not fail him—that his fear can be put to ease knowing that the [c]-eyed lady is still alive.

“Oh, Kazuha, you can’t sleep?”

He shakes his head at this, almost embarrassed, but the understanding smile on his sister’s face tells him that everything is fine.

She pats the space next to her in a wordless invitation and the samurai doesn’t hesitate at all, taking the chance to revel in the comforting solace.

The latter realizes that the fabric being worked on is the scarf, its golden trim being fixed.

“What has gotten you up?” her voice is as kind as ever, already on the precipice of giving succor if need be.

It has the kind of cadence that will urge one not to lie even if it’s for the sake of not worrying her.

Perhaps he didn’t notice that he has failed to respond as quickly as usual—or maybe it’s because his answer is already known before it can form into words, for a hand is already laying upon his wrist.

[Name]’s expression is blunt with understanding.

“Oh, Kazu,” her murmur is soft, almost lost in the evening wind, “It’s okay. I’m here.”

The way his taut limbs go lax at the gentle reminder he so desired to hear is almost pitying, but he can’t be bothered to care.

Closing his eyes, he takes in a sigh of relief, grateful for the wind’s gentle caress.

The comfortable atmosphere proceeds without any interruption, the ambiance only being the breeze’s encapsulating sound and the sloshing of the tides against the hulls.

“You need not be scared any longer,” he opens his eyes after hearing his sibling speak, turning his eyes towards her—though she’s still engrossed with fixing the scarf.

“Do you remember when you came back to Inazuma to fight alongside the Traveler?”

Ah… he hums, letting his memory reel in the scenes just a few weeks ago, “Of course.”

When he blacked out by Fort Fujitou after his dire escape from the city, the General has found and taken him to camp. [Name] has been personally treated by the Divine Priestess and.

Kazuha has never been so grateful in his entire life.

Just being able to recall the miracle—the shred of mercy, the saving light in his darkening world—is enough to drive him back to tears.

In a rather dismaying case, however, he still has to leave the camp. He’s a fugitive then, after all, and he couldn’t bear to endanger the Resistance.

He left with a promise to help overturn the tides when he returns with more allies and swears to grant them any favor, be it big or small, in exchange for keeping his sister safe.

[Name]’s comatose forbade them from saying goodbye.

It hurt—and his eyes still stung when he left, even still when he came across Beidou.

He recalls attempting to reawaken his friend’s Vision as a way to lift himself up from the cliff of his negativity, and thus he met the Traveler, whose journey requires them to head towards the land of eternity.

Kazuha wished to step down from the Alcor then but knew it to be a reckless move, so he kept himself patient.

How can he forget the moment his feet stepped onto the shoal of Nazuchi when the time has finally come to battle against the forces brought by Kujou?

And in the aftermath of the battle, when they have succeeded and will return to camp, he can’t ever lose the memory of his speeding heart.

When Kazuha looks at his sister now, he can only envision the second he sees the same silver hair standing out from the crowd weeks ago.

[Name] had been treating the wounded and had just finished passing the bandages when their eyes had met.

The world is a blur after that. Nothing else mattered other than the tight embrace shared between them amid tears.

If he dwells on that memory for a while longer, he swears he can feel the warmth from that hug.

“You know, I’ve always had my doubts about leaving Inazuma,” [Name] stops with her work, setting the materials aside as she lifts the newly stitched scarf with a smile.

Kazuha hums, not expecting the divulgence. This is new.

He never really knows how his wanderlust is perceived, so to say that he’s intrigued is more than correct.

The scarf is lowered back onto [Name]’s lap as she caresses its fabric, her smile turning more nostalgic and despondent.

“Because all my life, I’ve devoted my time to making sure that you’ll grow up in a place that you can really call home,” with a wistful tone, she continues.

“Sometimes I even thought of marrying into one of the renowned clans if it means helping to restore the Kaedehara’s honor and give you the luxury that we lost. Leaving means forgetting my purpose.”

He is a part of that purpose.

His first outward reaction to this is to flinch.

I.. wasn’t aware of such plans, he swallows thickly. All this time, you’ve been doing everything for me.

Perplexed, he turns to his sibling, grasping her by the arm and taking her by surprise.

“You needn’t do such things… !” he breathes out in concern, worried that this mindset carried over until the present, “I am beyond content even with the way things are now, you—”

He zips his lips and bites down on them. You needn’t sacrifice more of your happiness for my sake…

[Name] pats the hand on her arm in a gentle fashion, reassuring, “I know, that is why I joined you. I had a time of repose and epiphany when we reunited.”

She takes a few moments for herself, letting nothing but her [c] eyes speak of the hundred of words she cannot utter in a second. Still, it eases the samurai.

“What you said as I was treating your wounds struck me a lot… do you remember it?”

He does, with perfect clarity.

Kazuha had been drowning in the words and emotions he’s suppressed that when he spilled even a portion of it, the dam was breaking.

He refused the healing offered by the Divine Priestess to be treated by his sister, instead.

And when they’re alone—he finally spoke of it.

“In the first suns and moons following the fruition of my wanderlust, it’s been lonesome,” he remembers the words as if he said it yesterday.

“For although a haven has been provided by the Crux, I’ve come to realize that I am not entirely delighted in my travels.”

He remembers [Name]’s look of confusion—because why would he be not content when his wish was to travel all along?

He remembers the way her hands gently tremored at the notion of another departure, remembers the look of loneliness in those eyes- that he just falls silent again and allows his memory to reign free.

“’It ails me to know that I left home’,” [Name] chuckles, “That’s what you said before asking me to join you.”

“I apologize for my selfishness, but—will you join me?”

He purses his lips with a nod. Because I’ve learned that you are my sanctuary—and I can’t bear to leave again.

“I realized then that perhaps leaving wouldn’t be so bad, not when my little brother is there with me to make it worthwhile.”

Kazuha watches with slightly wide eyes as the black and red scarf is placed on his person, snuggling around his neck in a perfect fit, complementing his attire.

“After all,”

Because the last time he was given this same article of clothing, he rejected it. Oh, was that such a foolish move of his.

[Name] gives him an endearing smile.

The same one she gave him when she woke him from his nightmares, when she told him to come back safe in the night—when she only thought of his welfare as she pleaded to be left behind so that he can escape.

“Us two together makes a home.”

He is instantaneously swept over by a wave of nostalgia.

It has his fingers rising to clasp the scarf around his neck, wary that if he chooses to hug his sibling, it may hurt her.

Eyes glossing and heart weighing—because even after all those years, she still remembers that—, he shakes.

Nee-san…

Although he does not say anything, [Name] nods, welcoming his wishes with the slight opening of her arms.

Kazuha does not turn away from this, scooting closer and making himself comfortable in the loving embrace.

The fact that he’s no longer a child does not even faze him in the slightest—in fact, he wallows in his own grief within it.

How could he have ever turned a blind eye to his only sister when all that she’s done was for him alone?

He made mistakes at a heavy cost, nuanced changing behaviors that progressed arguments and yet—

A tear slips past his eye. And yet you still honor and accept me.

It’s this heart-wrenching realization that bolsters the samurai’s resolve to do right this time around. To cherish, to respect, to be grateful.

He swears upon himself, as he’s lulled to sleep by the brushes upon his hair, over and over again.

I will return all that you gave me.

“Anchors!”

The Alcor is beginning to dock and as usual, many are waiting by the pier for various reasons—perhaps a returning loved one, or foreign goods.

Regardless, everyone’s faces are full of mirth.

It is rather contagious, but Kazuha doesn’t need its influence to work up a smile of his own. His reason is already standing by him.

“So this is Liyue…” a murmur of awe and disbelief, “It’s beautiful… what will we do here?”

To ease his stiff neck and aching shoulders—to sleep on mere barrels whilst sitting was uncomfortable but worth it—he rolls them a few times, taking an ample amount of time to respond.

Not like it’s a bad thing, he actually doesn’t want to impede his sister from admiring the harbor.

“Aside from a few commissions I plan to take for earnings, I wish to show you all that I’ve explored in the meantime.”

This will be the first time he’ll take up commissions.

It’s a new feat but not something he’s not willing to do. If this is to be any other case in which he’ll travel alone, he will simply make things work even if he has to sleep outside and hunt.

But now that someone is traveling with him—someone who has allotted all her time for his sake and growth—he will turn to… proper means of living.

He’d hate to make this any harder than it is.

“I’ve heard of some festival in a few days’ time, as well,” he informs as they bid farewell and thanks to the crew, at long last stepping onto the harbor of a different nation.

It almost feels surreal to watch [Name] take a step—almost hesitant as if she’s still in disbelief—forward, turning her eyes to all possible directions in muted excitement. Seeing it is rather bittersweet.

He hasn’t seen her this happy—and he didn’t expect himself to feel just as jovial. Oh, what a wonderful feeling this is.

“I heard of glaze lilies and dandelions, oh, it’d be a sight to see them.”

Dandelions?

Kazuha hums at the familiar sound of the flora before nodding, “Ah, those are found in the city of wind. A neighboring nation.”

“Mm..”

He knows that distant look anywhere. It’s almost foreign. He hasn’t seen it in a long time but still knows what it means—perhaps, this is because they are siblings.

You’ve always kept silent about your own wishes because you’re prioritizing mine, he sighs. That won’t do now.

“We can visit if you so wish.”

The way those [c]s flash alight with a gleam so beautiful and liberated makes him stop breathing for a moment. Happy.

Nee-san… his voice is lost. For a second—it seems like they haven’t surfaced from great troubles and everything is fine.

“Truly?” [Name] smiles, radiant and blooming and alive.

Feeling his heart warm with gratitude—for the universe’s mercy—and ease, Kazuha allows himself to smile.

Oh, who is he kidding?

“Of course.”

As long as they are together, there will be no rainclouds.

“That’s lovely! Oooh, I’m rather excited—but wait, we must eat first! I overheard some people talking about a restaurant, let’s go!” [Name] claps before darting into the crowd.

Kazuha buzzes in shock, hurrying after her with a call of, “Nee-san!”

Just a reviving bond, a pleasant journey…

“I understand your eagerness, but please do not rush so suddenly,” the samurai sighs, much to [Name]’s giggles.

“My bad, but! It seems like we found what we’re looking for. Shall we?”

The older Kaedehara begins to amble through the sea of people again and Kazuha follows, his fingers pinching the ends of his sister’s sleeve.

... And a loving home.

a/n: at long last... the alternate ending.. A HAPPY ENDING! FOR KAZUHA AND NEE-SAN .·´¯`(>▂<)´¯`·.

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