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amalythea · 1 month

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「 hold my hand, please, one last time.」

⤷ info: kazuha, albedo, aether, xiao, wanderer x gn!reader || angst, this is based on the prompt “can i hold your hand?” (or “can you hold my hand?”) || wc: 3104

⤷ warnings: death, this is v v angsty

⤷ extra: i wrote this a while ago back on soleillunne and decided that it was too good to be gone forever lmao

kazuha.

The battlefield was strewn with chaos, and amidst the clash of swords and the cries of war, Kazuha fought with all his might, his heart burdened with the weight of the lives at stake. He had hoped that his skills with the blade and mastery of the Anemo vision would be enough to protect those he held dear, but fate had other plans.

As the battle raged on, he caught a glimpse of his lover, a skilled warrior whose presence had always brought him comfort and strength, you. Your eyes met for a fleeting moment, and in that exchange, you understood each other without uttering a word. It was a silent promise that you would find each other amidst the chaos.

But the tide turned against you, and the enemy’s forces seemed endless. Despite your best efforts, the defenders were overwhelmed, and Kazuha found himself standing back-to-back with you, defending against the onslaught.

In the midst of the chaos, an arrow found its mark. Time seemed to slow as the arrow pierced through your chest, and the world around you faded into the background. Kazuha’s heart clenched in horror as he caught you, your strength waning with each passing moment.

“Kazuha,” you gasped, blood staining your lips. “Can I hold your hand?”

Tears welled up in Kazuha’s eyes as he clutched your hand tightly, trying to offer some semblance of comfort amidst the pain. “Yes, of course,” he choked out, his voice trembling with grief.

Your hand trembled in his grasp, and Kazuha could feel your life slipping away like sand through his fingers. He could do nothing but watch helplessly as the light in your eyes began to fade. You smiled weakly at him, a bittersweet expression filled with love and regret.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice barely audible above the sounds of battle. “I wish… we had more time.”

“Don’t speak like that,” Kazuha pleaded, his voice breaking. “We’ll get through this. I won’t let you go.”

But you knew better, and as your strength waned, you continued to smile at him, your touch growing weaker by the second.

“I love you,” you murmured, your breath becoming shallow. “Always…”

Tears streamed down Kazuha’s cheeks as he held you close, trying to shield you from the harsh reality of the world around you. He wished he could turn back time, rewrite the events that led to this tragic moment, but life was unforgiving in its cruelty.

Your hand in his grew colder, and your breathing ceased. Your life force, once vibrant and strong, slipped away, leaving behind only a lifeless body in Kazuha’s arms.

Kazuha held your hand tightly, unable to let go, as if keeping that connection alive could somehow bring you back. He cried out in anguish, the weight of grief crashing down upon him like an unforgiving storm.

In that moment, amidst the chaos of the battlefield, Kazuha felt an emptiness he had never known before. He had lost not only a lover but a confidant, a soulmate with whom he had shared dreams, laughter, and countless cherished memories.

And as the battle raged on, Kazuha clung to your lifeless hand, lost in sorrow, with a heart that would forever bear the burden of their memory.

albedo.

Albedo’s heart pounded in his chest as he cradled his you in his arms. He was just about to descend from his lab on Dragonspine to meet up with you as he promised, only to see you laying on your own blood at the bottom of the mountain. He had seen you only hours prior, he’d laughed with you, but now, all that remained was a sea of sorrow, the bitter taste of loss overwhelming his senses.

He looked down at the face that he had cherished so dearly, now drained of all warmth and life. Your eyes, once filled with light and love, now stared back at him with a haunting emptiness. Albedo’s hands trembled, and tears welled up in his eyes, blurring his vision.

“Can you hold my hand?” a weak voice whispered, barely audible amidst the sounds of grief and despair that surrounded them. Albedo’s heart wrenched at the sound, and he quickly took your freezing hand into his own.

Tears streamed down Albedo’s cheeks as he clutched your hand tightly. “Yes, of course,” he choked out, his voice breaking with pain. “I’ll hold your hand for as long as you need, my love.”

He brought your intertwined hands to his lips and placed a tender kiss on the once-warm skin, now cold and lifeless. Memories of your time together flooded his mind – the laughter you shared, the dreams you nurtured, and the love you built with each passing day. Now, all that was left were shattered hopes and dreams.

“I’m so sorry,” Albedo whispered, his voice filled with regret and guilt. “I couldn’t protect you. I failed.”

You weakly shook your head, mustering a faint smile. “No, don’t blame yourself,” you managed to say. “You… you brought me so much happiness, Albedo. Please, don’t forget that.”

Albedo’s heart ached at the words, realizing that he had to find the strength to carry on without you. But it felt like an impossible task, as if the very essence of his being had been torn apart.

“I don’t know if I can,” he confessed, his voice trembling with sorrow. “You’re my everything.”

You fingers tightened around his hand as if trying to hold on just a little longer. “You’re strong, Albedo. Stronger than you know,” you said, your voice barely audible. “Promise me… you’ll keep going… for both of us.”

Albedo nodded, his tears falling freely now. “I promise,” he whispered, trying to keep his voice steady. “I’ll live for the both of us. But it won’t be the same without you.”

Your breaths became shallower, and Albedo knew that your life was slipping away. He leaned closer, trying to memorize every detail of your face, never wanting to forget.

“I love you,” you whispered, your words fading like a gentle breeze. “Always.”

“I love you too,” Albedo replied, his voice choked with emotion. “Always and forever.”

And with those final words, your grip on his hand slowly weakened until it was gone completely. Albedo held onto your hand a moment longer, pressing it against his heart as if trying to keep your love alive within him.

As grief consumed him, Albedo felt a mix of emotions. Sorrow, anger, and a deep longing to see his lover again, even if it were just for a moment. But he knew he had to continue, to honor your memory and the love you shared.

Albedo gently laid your body down, closing your eyes with tender care. He stood, feeling the weight of loss heavy on his shoulders, but also the weight of your love, and your belief in him, pushing him forward. Though his heart was shattered, he would carry your love with him, always.

And as he walked away from that place of sorrow, he knew that the pain would remain, but so would the memories of a love that would never truly fade away.

aether.

Aether’s heart pounded in his chest as he cradled his dying lover in his arms. The battlefield around them had turned into a chaotic canvas of destruction, but his attention was solely focused on the person he held dear. You were slipping away, and he could feel your life force fading like a waning star.

“Can you hold my hand?” you whispered, your voice barely audible amidst the cacophony of war. Aether’s eyes filled with tears, and he gently clasped your frail hand in his own, interlocking your fingers. His touch was warm, providing a sense of comfort amidst the pain.

“I’m here,” he choked out, his voice trembling. “I won’t let go.”

Your breathing was shallow, and your once-bright eyes were now dim, but you managed a faint smile. It was a bittersweet expression, as if you were trying to convey so much in that fleeting moment. Memories of you flooded Aether’s mind, from the first time you met under the starlit sky to the promises you made to each other.

“You have to promise me,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, “that you’ll keep going. That you’ll find happiness again.”

Aether couldn’t find the strength to respond, his throat constricted with grief. He knew that in a world without his lover, life would lose its luster, its purpose. But he understood that you were trying to ease his pain, even in your last breaths.

“No,” he whispered, tears streaming down his cheeks, “I can’t bear to live without you. Please don’t leave. Not you too.”

You smiled again, a mixture of sadness and love in your eyes. “You are strong, Aether, and you will find the strength to carry on. I will always be with you.”

Aether’s heartache intensified, and he leaned down to press his forehead against yours. He wished he could freeze time, to hold you forever, but he knew it was slipping away like grains of sand through his fingers.

“I love you,” you said, their voice fading into a whisper.

“And I love you,” Aether replied, his voice breaking.

Your grip on his hand loosened, and Aether felt the last pulse of life slip away from you. He held onto your hand a moment longer, not wanting to let go, but eventually, he lowered it gently to your chest.

In that moment, as the world around him continued to rage with chaos, Aether felt an overwhelming emptiness inside. His lover was gone, and the pain of your absence consumed him. But he knew he had to honor your last wish—to find a way to live without you, to keep your love alive in his heart.

With tears in his eyes, Aether kissed your forehead one last time before he stood, facing the uncertain future that lay ahead. Your love would forever be his guiding light, and he would cherish every memory, every moment you had shared.

And as the battles raged on and the world continued to turn, Aether vowed to carry your love with him, a beacon of hope in the darkest of times. Though your physical presence was gone, your love would endure, a reminder that even in the face of loss, the power of love could transcend beyond the boundaries of life and death.

heizou.

Heizou knelt on the cold, damp ground, cradling your cold body in his arms. He had just returned home from work, when the last thing he expected to see was see you laying on your own blood in your shared home. He held you closer, your blood staining his hands, mingling with his own tears. His heart felt as though it had been torn apart, and the pain was almost unbearable.

The world seemed to slow down as Heizou stared into the fading eyes of his beloved. Each second felt like an eternity, and yet, it was slipping away all too quickly. He could see the struggle in your gaze, the effort it took to speak those final words.

“Can I hold your hand?” you whispered, your voice getting lower with each word.

Tears streamed down Heizou’s face, and he gently clasped your trembling hand with his own, intertwining your fingers. He felt your warmth slowly waning, and he held on tighter, as if he could somehow will life back into you with the strength of his grip.

“You don’t have to ask,” Heizou choked out, his voice breaking with sorrow. “I’ll hold your hand forever.”

You managed a faint smile, your strength visibly waning. “I… I love you,” you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I love you too,” Heizou replied, his voice trembling. “You’re my everything, my reason for living.”

As the commotion outside your shared home began to get louder, the people having noticed the blood stains, Heizou’s focus remained solely on you. The world outside ceased to exist for him, and he poured all his love and energy into holding you, trying to be your anchor in this storm of pain and suffering.

In your last moments, you clung to each other tightly, as if afraid to let go. Heizou’s heart ached as he felt your life slipping away from him, the person who meant more to him than anything else in the world. He wished he could have done something, anything, to save you.

But in the end, all he could do was be there, holding your hand, providing them with comfort in their final moments. Heizou would carry the weight of this loss forever, the memories of you etched into his soul.

Even as people left you two alone and the world moved on, Heizou remained on that cold, damp ground, cradling the body of the one he had loved and lost, his heart forever scarred by the pain of that fateful day.

xiao.

Xiao knelt on the damp ground, his heart pounding with anguish as he cradled your shaking form in his arms. The battlefield around you was silent, the chaos of the battle having retreated, leaving behind only the echoes of suffering and loss.

Your once bright eyes, now dulled by death, stared up at him, and Xiao couldn’t bear to look away. Your hands, once intertwined in a promise of eternity, now lay limp and still. Tears welled up in his eyes, but he refused to let them fall.

“Can you hold my hand?” your voice was a faint whisper, barely audible amidst the devastation surrounding them.

Xiao’s heart shattered at those words, but he gently took your hand in his own, holding it with all the tenderness and love he had for you. “I will always hold your hand,” he choked out, his voice breaking with grief.

You managed a weak smile, the corners of your lips lifting slightly. “Even in death,” you murmured, your voice barely reaching Xiao’s ears.

“I’ll follow you anywhere, my love,” Xiao vowed, his fingers trembling as he clung tightly to the hand that was growing colder by the second. “Even to the ends of this cruel world.”

Your breathing grew fainter, and your grip on his hand loosened. Xiao felt his heartache intensify, knowing that he couldn’t change the cruel fate that had befallen you.

“Thank you… for loving me,” you whispered, your voice a mere thread of sound.

“Thank you for making my life meaningful,” Xiao replied, his voice choked with emotion. “I’m grateful for every moment we shared.”

Your eyes locked for a final time, and in that fleeting moment, a lifetime of love and memories passed between you. Xiao wished he could freeze time, to hold on to this moment forever, but life had other plans.

As the last breath left your lips, Xiao leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. “Rest now,” he whispered, his voice breaking with sorrow. “I’ll carry you in my heart. Until we meet again.”

He remained there, holding your lifeless hand, as tears streamed down his cheeks, mingling with the blood-stained soil beneath you. Xiao knew that a part of him had died that day with his beloved, but he also knew that your love would live on, eternal and undying, no matter the circumstances.

wanderer.

Wanderer knelt on the ground, his heart pounding in his chest as he cradled you in his arms. The world around you seemed to blur, the noise of battle fading into an eerie silence. The battle had been brutal, and he had fought with all his might to protect the one he loved, but fate had dealt them a cruel hand.

Your once vibrant eyes now glistened with pain, and a weak smile graced your lips. Blood stained your clothing, and Wanderer could feel your life slipping away.

“Hey,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “I don’t have much time, do I?”

Wanderer choked back a sob, clutching your body tightly. “Don’t talk like that. You’re going to be fine. We’ll get you help.”

A soft chuckle escaped your lips, but it quickly turned into a cough. “You can’t lie to me, my love.” you managed to say, your breath shallow.

Tears finally streamed down Wanderer’s face as he pressed his forehead against yours. “I love you,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “I’m sorry if I didn’t say it often. I can’t bear to lose you.”

You trembled in his grasp, and gazed into his eyes with a mixture of love and sadness. “Can I hold your hand?” you asked, your voice barely audible.

Wanderer nodded frantically, intertwining his fingers with yours. He held your hand close to his heart, hoping that somehow he could transfer strength to you.

“I’m scared,” you admitted, tears pooling in your eyes. “I don’t want to leave you.”

He brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his touch gentle and full of affection, reserved only for you. “You won’t have to. Just hold on a little longer, and we’ll get you help. We’ll face this together.”

Your grip tightened weakly on his hand. “You’re my light, my love, my everything,” you murmured. “You always have been. Promise me you’ll keep shining, even when I’m gone.”

Wanderer could feel whatever was left of his heart shatter with your words. “I promise,” he choked out. “But you can’t leave me. I can’t do this without you.”

Your breathing grew shallower, and your voice became softer. “You’re strong, my love,” you said. “You’ll find a way. Remember me, but don’t let my memory hold you back. Live your life to the fullest. Find happiness again.”

“I can’t imagine life without you,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “How am I supposed to go on?”

Your only response was a brief smile, and he squeezed your cold hand tightly. “I’ll never let go,” he vowed. “Not even when you’re gone.”

Your breathing slowed, and your eyes locked with his one last time. “I love you,” you whispered, your voice fading away.

“I love you too,” he whispered back, his voice cracking.

And then, with your hand still clasped in his, you were gone.

Wanderer held your lifeless form closer, his tears falling like rain. He knew that life would never be the same again, that a piece of his heart had been taken with you. But he also knew that he had to keep the promise he made. With a heavy heart, he stood, carrying your memory with him as he faced the world without you, knowing that he would always carry your love and light with him.

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fallingdownhell · 11 months

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Inazuma men when you walk in on them in an intimate position with your sister/best friend.

YES, some angsty shit again! Uhhh, I like it when it hurts xD

Characters Included: Ayato; Heizou; Kazuha; Gorou

Content: gender neutral reader; she/her pronouns for your friend/sister; cheating; hurt/no comfort; angst and drama; you walk in on them; suggestive on some parts; Gorou being manipulated; non-consent on Kazuha's part, but not explicit!!

Word count: 2,4k words

Thank you so much for giving me an angsty request. Have fun reading!

Ayato

He would think so high and mighty of himself

Like, he was sure that he was hiding it pretty damn well and that you would never find out about his little secret

you have been engaged to Ayato for some time now, the wedding due to happen soon

it has been a marriage of convinience, both for him as well as your family, yet you were relieved when you found out you were going to marry Ayato, having had a crush on him for a little over a year now

you thought that over the time he got to know you, he also developed feelings for you, he certainly did tell you so

for a long time, you were blinded by the illusion you so desperately wanted to believe, ignorant to the sad and sympathatic looks Ayato's staff would give you

You excused his long and late hours away from you, telling yourself that he was just catching up on work and that he was alright

You only started to get somewhat suspicious when you noticed one of your friends visiting the Kamisato estate rather frequently, but only ever staying for a short period of time, while she never even talked to you when here

still, you gave them both the benefit of the doubt, thinking that they might just be working on something together

Thoma, however, knew what was going on behind your back. He wanted to tell you on so many different occaisions, yet he had to think of his own job as well and how his actions could put himself at risk, as well. So, he never said a single word to you, keeping you oblivious

until one day, it was late at night again and Ayato told you he would be working late again

you nodded and let him get back to his work, but later decided to surprise him with some snacks and refreshments you wanted to bring him

you were feeling kind of giddy when you approached his office door with the tray in your hands, as you noticed weird sounds coming from behind the doors

you didn't want to believe your ears, this couldn't be happening.. not your Ayato..

so you pushed open the door slightly, enough for you to peek into the room, only to have your world crushed in front of your eyes, along with all your hopes and dreams for the future

your ears did not decieve you, Ayato was, in fact, cheating on you this very moment with the person you thought to be one of your best friends

what's even worse was that he noticed you, standing by the door, having caught them in the act

and all he did, was smirk at you as he leaned down and bit into the other womans neck to which she let out a loud moan

shocked, the tray slipped out of your hands as you turned on your heels and started running down the halls, tears streaming down your face

you passed Thoma on the way to your room who shot you another sympathetic look.

He knew it... he was in on it..

now it finally dawned on you, and it all made sense.. why everyone was always looking at you like this.. they were all in on it.. you were the only one who wasn't aware..

still crying, you grabbed a bag and took some of your most important belongings as well as some clothes, before you left this estate you once hoped you could call your home

seems like some things just weren't meant to work out in life...

Heizou

he wouldn't want to do it, but he would if he could get some kind of benefit from it

Heizou has always been a very flirty personality, even while in a relationship with you. It caused arguments on more than one occaision

he would always tell you that he would stop doing it.. that promise would sometimes last for a week, often times shorter than that, before he got right back to his usual behaviour

the worst part was, that he saw nothing wrong with this type of behaviour

as long as it got him the results he desired, he didn't care for the method he had to use

it was cruel in a way, but he didn't want to acknowledge that he could do wrong as well

when this particular incident occured was when he finally realized how wrong his attitude had been

he had been stumped on a particular case for a few days now, no new leads showing up and the trail was starting to get cold

it frustrated him beyond anything else and to top it off, he was currently engaged in yet another heated argument with you

you were ticked off by the way he was shamelessly flirting with a shopkeeper, right in front of you while on a date

he tried to explain that he just tried to get some clues out of her, but you didn't seem to want to hear it

after some more yelling, you left the house to catch some fresh air and cool off, while Heizou stayed back

he sat in front of his files again, trying to make sense of all the clues when someone knocked on the front door

he recognised your sister there and while he planned on sending her away at first, she made him an offer he just couldn't turn down so easily

spending one night with her in exchange for the missing clues he needed to solve this case

he didn't think long before agreeing to this deal

she entered the house and it didn't take long before things got heated and they both landed on the bed he normally shared with you

it didn't really feel right to do this, but he was doing it for the greater good. He's sure you would understand that

while they were in the middle of things, with her being on top, riding him, he suddenly heard the front door open and a sharp inhale being taken

he whipped his head around, seeing you standing there, looking shocked and hurt

immediately after that, you turned and ran out the door again, he saw tears beginning to form in your eyes. He wanted to get up and run after you, but.... he couldn't. He had to keep up his part of the deal. He could always talk to you the next day

when he sought you out the next day, you were refusing to speak to him.. and the day after... as well as the day after that

he was getting frustrated, missing holding you in his arms. He grew irritated without you around..

the next day, he saw you in the streets of Inazuma City, so he walked up to you

However, once he reached you, he was met with a slap in the face. It stung, and he looked at you in surprise

tears welled up in your eyes again as you turned and tried to leave again, but he quickly snatched your wrist, trying to explain his reasons to you

you stayed and listened, but your expression was hard and ice cold the entire time

"I hope it was worth it in the end, because you lost me for good now"

that was the last thing you ever said to him again before you left his life for good

and finally, Heizou understood what he had been doing wrong this entire time... and he regretted his decisions like nothing else in his life...

Kazuha

now for Kazuha... he is a very honest and loyal soul

you never would have thought that you had to worry about anything like that with him, already having bad experiences from a previous relationship

Kazuha always made time for you, made you feel loved and appreciated, always told you how much he loved and adored you, whishing you would stay with him forever

you honestly felt the same way about him, already imagining a future together with him

but... we all know how easily Kazuha can get drunk.. and just how drunk he gets from so few drinks..

you were going out with some of your friends to party a bit, and you decided to invite your boyfriend along

he didn't mind it, deciding not to drink anything so he could keep an eye on you and make sure you're safe throughout the entire night

it went well in the beginning. You were moderately drinking with your friends while he was sipping on whatever non-alcoholic beverage he ordered for himself

he always kept an eye on you, but at some point of the night, he lost sight of you

while walking around the vicinity, looking around trying to find you, he ran into one of your friends, who was obviously pretty drunk at this point

she clung onto Kazuha, staying close to him, slowing him down immensely

at some point, she offered him a drink. He refused at first, but she kept insisting, promising that it would be non-alcoholic

being the sweetheart that Kazuha is, he gave in after some time, only to realize too late that she had been lying, it was very much an alcoholic drink

but it was too late already, she forced him to down the glass and then another one right after, getting him drunk

in this state, he didn't have control over his mind or his actions, he just went along with whatever she said to him

so what if she suggested to go into an isolated corner so that they could have some "fun"

in his inebriated state, he didn't realize that the person he was doing it with, wasn't you

only when he heard a gasp and saw you standing there a few feet away from him did he regain some of his consciousness back

he saw the tears forming in your eyes and he tried to run after you, but even in your own drunken state, you were faster than him, he couldn't catch up to you

the next day, he woke up again with a severe headache but still perfect memory from the events of that night

he immediately set out to look for you, finding you rather quickly

you had dark circles under your eyes and they were red and swollen from all the crying

he apologized to you over and over, telling you what had happened. He hated himself for letting this happen to him, yet he was still more worried over you

it is up to you if you want to forgive him or not, he will accept whatever decision you make. Just know that he is so, so sorry and if you choose to give him a second chance, he will make sure that nothing like that will ever happen again..

Gorou

oh, poor little Gorou..

he is soo easy to manipulate.. people can tell him everything they want, and he is prone to believe them until proven wrong

he loves you dearly, with all his heart, but he often doubts himself, fearing that he's not good enough for you

so, when someone else comes along, planting even the faintest bit of doubt in his mind about your relationship, he grows restless and insecure

you, having already a strained relationship with your family, especially with your younger sister, spent most of your free time with Gorou, so normally, there wouldn't be anything for him to worry about, right?

Well, the thing is.. your sister has always had a thing for Gorou, even before you two got together. She neve told you about it, but ever since you made the relationship official, she hated you for it

she wanted Gorou all to herself, yet you were standing in the way of that goal. She had to get rid of you somehow..

the first few months of the relationship went by great, you were both so in love with each other

yet, after that, your sister started to visit Gorou whenever you weren't around him. You could be at work or out doing something.. she would be there visiting him, leaving again before you returned again

at first, it was just normal visits. She would simply talk to Gorou, asking him how his day went, getting to know him better. Though she asked to keep this meet-ups a secret from you, since she claimed she wanted to reconnect with you on your terms alone

Gorou, being non the wiser, agreed to that

this went on for a while until she started to plant seeds of doubt in his mind. Spreading rumors to him how you were meeting up with some other guy, how the meet-ups became more frequent, that you were probably cheating on him, and so on

Gorou didn't want to believe her, choosing to trust you. But, being so gullible, he started to see things that weren't actually there. He imagined you coming home later than usual, thinking you were avoiding his gaze

he didn't want to admit it, but with every further visit from your sister, he believed her more and more, now doubting everything about your relationship with him. Did you ever even love him?

the final part of her plan came, when she convinced him to sleep with her to "get you back for cheating on him first"

it felt wrong to him, but he still went along with the idea. At some point, he did get into it, not noticing how you came back earlier than usual, flowers in your hand..

those flowers immediately dropped to the ground as you realized what you just walked in on..

and in that moment did he remember.. today was your anniversary.. 6 months togehter...

he immediately ripped himself off your sister, calling out your name, but you were already out the door. He quickly threw some clothes over himself to run after you, but your sister caught his wrist, begging him to stay

he paid her no mind and ran after you, yet he wasn't able to find you, no matter where or how hard he looked..

defeated, he returned to his place, curling in on himself.. tomorrow, he promised himself. Tomorrow he's gonna find you and talk to you..

however, the next day, he found out that you had left Watatsumi Island.. you went and found Kazuha, leaving Inazuma with him on the Alchor..

you were out of his reach, forever now, and it was all his fault.. he had no one else to blame but himself for his stupid actions.. he lost the best thing that ever came into his life, and he would never get you back...

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bedoballoons · 6 months

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Think about the anemo boys, they had some traumatic past and maybe they have night terrors when they are stressed....what will happend if they wake up after a heavy(and really angst) night terror and they search for reader and the bed is empty? (and the reader is eating something because who doesn't had a midnight snack?)

{Sorry for the bad english!}

Your English is perfect don't worry!!! I love writing the anemo boys so thank you so much for your request!! (Also a midnight snack is something I do often so you're one hundred percent right about that!) I hope you enjoy!! <3

(P.s sorry if this isn't incredible, I was having major writers block...)

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎃𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎃

{༻~Where have you gone~༺}

CW: Characters have night terrors! Lots of tears and worries! Descriptions of death in the night terrors, (it's not real), sleep walking in Heizous, cursing in wanderers! Slight angst but fluff in the end!! (Pet names: Kazuha: Honey, Xiao: Flower, Venti: My dear)

(Includes: Kazuha, Xiao, Heizou, Venti, and Wanderer!)

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𑁍༄Kazuha:

Kazuha shifted closer to you sleepily, trying to shake away the remnants of his night terror and stay awake so he wouldn't slip back into the horrible dream world, but even as tired as he was, he noticed instantly that you weren't near him, your comforting familiar warmth was gone and seemingly nowhere to be found. He sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes and scanning the dark room, it was unlike you to leave in the middle of the night...

Goosebumps formed on his skin as he remembered his nightmare once more, the sound of glass shattering, the subtle grunt of the intruder as he struk you down, was it real? Were you slipping away while he sat there idling on? He glanced at his sword, making the silent decision to take it with him as he left the bedroom behind and quietly made his way around the house, if anyone had gotten in he'd take care of it before they could even make a move.

"Kazuha what are you doing?"

He turned to face you, a blush crawling up his cheeks as he noticed the glass of milk in your hand, he'd gotten carried away again..., "I was just...checking to make sure no one unexpected had shown up in the house, ahem, what are you doing up so late honey?" You chuckled softly and the sound warmed his heart instantly, you always helped him, without even knowing it.

𑁍༄Xiao:

Xiao groaned quietly, sitting up in your shared bed with sleep clinging to his sharp yellow eyes, his heart was racing with emotions...anger, fear, sadness, hatred...but it had all been just a bad dream right? Nothing had actually happened to you, "Flower...are you awake?" His voice was raspier than usual, laced with with worry as he glanced in your direction, but your side of the bed was empty...in fact you weren't even in the room.

Panick started to set in, what if it hadn't been a dream, but a memory, had he lost you? Or what if someone had attacked while he was sleeping? He threw off the covers, polearm appearing in his hand as he rushed out of the room, what was he going to do if he couldn't find you?

"Xiao? You okay?"

His eyes shot in your direction, a heavy sigh of relief escaping his lips as he pulled you into a tight embrace, "Thank the archons..." He whispered into the crook of your neck, you weren't sure what had gotten into him, but you kissed his cheek and snuggled into his touch, "Hey it's okay...I'm alright."

𑁍༄Heizou:

Heizous feet slowly padded against the cold floor, his eyes dazed with sleep and barely even open, yet he knew he wasn't where he was supposed to be. He could have sworn he was just investigating a death, now he was suddenly in the living room?...what had happened in between those two points? He shook his head, recalling what he'd thought had happened, only to be brought back into his dream, realization hitting him almost instantly, face pale as milk as he stared down at you...the death he had been investigating...was yours?

He took a step back, crashing onto the floor with a loud thud, he couldn't wrap his head around what was happening and he was starting to have trouble breathing, where you actually gone?

"Heizou?!"

He looked up at you, now even more confused as tears welled up in his eyes, was he relieved, scared? He didn't even know, "Y-you're okay?" His voice sounded so fragile, like your answer could break him, "I'm perfectly fine...are you okay? You're the one sitting in the middle of the living room floor." You kneeled down next to him, kissing his cheek while he sighed in relief and gave you a short nod, "I'm okay."

𑁍༄Venti:

Ventis eyes fluttered open, cold tears clinging to his cheeks as he stared up at the ceiling, the image of his friend slowly leaving the world plaguing his thoughts..making him wish he didn't even have dreams. Until that day he'd never experienced the loss of someone close to him, in fact he hadn't gotten that close to someone since then, other than you. He loved you so much, the idea of losing you would be even worse than death...

He started to hum in a attempt to make himself feel better, cuddling up to you...or at least trying to, "Huh...?" He sat up slightly, moving the covers to find that you were in fact gone and he was all alone, so alone...his night terror replayed again in his mind, only this time it was you who was slipping away and he swore it was like his whole world had shattered at the sight of it, tears welled up in his eyes and he didn't even know what to do. Was this some type of panic attack, was he really all by himself?

"Oh my gosh, Venti what's wrong?" You set your small tray of food aside and rushed over to him, pulling him into a tight hug while he shook with emotion, "Shhh it's okay. Did you have another nightmare?" He didn't answer, he just pulled you you even closer to him and hid his face in the crook of your neck, sniffling as he tried to calm himself down...if he ever lost you...it might just mean the end of himself too.

𑁍༄Wanderer:

Wanderer looked out the window, on the outside his appearance was the same as always, unbothered...maybe even slightly annoyed, but on the inside it was a different story. He was terrified, the words you had said in his dream replaying over and over in his mind, each time stinging worse than the last...

"I'm leaving and I hope I never see you again"

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If that ever happened...he wasn't sure he'd be able to handle it, you're the one person he'd ever felt love towards in his hundreds of years of living and without you...it would be like loosing his heart all over again, "Please don't ever leave me." He whispered, hoping you hadn't heard how pathetic it sounded...wait speaking of hearing, why didn't he hear your soft snores. "Oh crap...are you awake?" He glanced in your direction only to be caught off guard by the empty space, covers thrown aside like you'd just got out of bed in the middle of the night and wandered away.

Again your harsh words came to mind and he clenched his hands into fists, anger flowing through his veins, had you left him without even saying a word?

"Oh hey, want some crackers?...what's with the look on your face? Bad dream?"

He shot you a glare for a split second, "I don't have bad dreams, I'm just annoyed...that you woke me up so late. What the hell were you doing?" His words sounded harsher than he'd meant them too, but you didn't mind, you knew by now that whatever he said was usually the opposite, "I wanted some crackers, hence the plate of crackers."

"...you're an ass."

"Do you want some or not?"

"Yes I want some."

"That's what I thought."

◥(•̀￦•́)◤☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 ☾𖤓~Have a nice day~*⁠.⁠✧

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fictoculus · 8 months

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hi! i was wondering if you could do wanderer, tighnari, childe, heizou, and maybe thoma with a reader who suffers from like severe depression? like they have no motivation to do anything and they’re always tired and sad and all of that depression stuff (i put that really mildly but i think you get my gist). and maybe if possible could you include that like, the reader is always helping other people and never helps themself because they don’t think they deserve it?

i’m sorry if this is too heavy a request. no pressure and no worries if you don’t want to do it!

౨ৎ no matter how alone you feel, i am always here...

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FEAT... wanderer/kuni, tighnari, childe, heizou

A/N... hellooo, thank you so much for this request, i'd be more than happy to write this for you! i'm so sorry but i had to remove thoma from the mix as i couldn't come up with any ideas for himmm. also also i apologise if childe's section is super ooc, i really struggle writing for him, but this is good practice! i did include other mental health related topics that can link to depression as i wanted to try and connect with as many people as possible. this does not mean i expect you to be suffering from those things, and in no way do you have to in order to be suffering from depression. if you are, that's ok too ♡

WARNINGS... self harm (heizou), depression, injury, home-neglect/"depression home" (childe), suicidal thoughts (tighnari), references to derealisation (wanderer/kuni), swearing

✧ wanderer.

♪ wanderer, can be harsh, and has proven to have quite the tough exterior. that doesn't mean he loves you any less. and so, when he found out how you'd really been feeling, and that you'd been having to put up with it alone? he was absolutely heartbroken.

♪ you had forced yourself to get out of bed that morning, feeling almost limp as you stumbled down the stairs. nothing felt real. nothing felt like it mattered.

"morni- are you ok?" tear stains ran down your cheeks, your eyelashes still damp and your eyes bloodshot. the tip of your nose was a soft shade of pink, and the colour of your lips was slightly more vibrant than usual. "have you been crying?"

♪ it would have been one of the only times his shell completely shattered, leaving his interior exposed as he cried; not for you, but with you. the two of you wouldn't have said a word, but instead just sat wrapped around each other, in silence.

♪ with anyone else, he would've been embarrassed. being seen crying was not something many would expect of the wanderer; but it was you. you were hurting, you needed him, and so he wasn't afraid to be vulnerable around you if that's what it takes.

"shhhh, i know, i know... i'm sorry" wanderer, or kuni as you call him, was cradling you in his arms, rocking from side to side and burying his face in your hair. he was trying his best to keep himself together, using your scent to ground himself. "stop- please" tears threatened to spill as you broke apart right in front of him, squirming in his arms, but he refused to let you go. his grip only tightened, pulling your back further into him until you finally stopped thrashing, only to break down into tears. you felt him tremble against your back, his arms shaking slightly as his own tears began to dampen your hair.

♪ he'd known something was off about you, but he had confidence in your strength, you're one of the strongest people he's ever known, after all; but he often fails to realise that everyone can be weak sometimes, and that is one of the beauties of life.

♪ leaving you to handle things alone seemed like the best solution to wanderer; your mind needed the time to rest, to give itself a kickstart and power on like usual... but, oh, how he was wrong.

♪ probably the last thing you needed was to be alone, whether you knew it or not. you needed him; his voice, his gentle touch, his loving kisses, his words - however harsh they may sometimes be.

"it's hard work loving me, isn't it? you... you don't deserve to have to live like this, kuni" "don't say that, it's all work worth doing... you deserve the world, [name], and so much more, more than i could ever give you, got that?" his words carry meaning, so much more than a poem, a song, a kiss. they're unwavering, deeply engraved into the forefront of your mind the moment they slip from his lips. "i'll do this a hundred times if i have to, i don't care. i will still love you all the same, ok? i know i don't say it a lot, but nothing can ever change that, and that's a fact."

♪ he'd hug you until the sun goes down, taking your hand in his own and slowly guiding you to the bedroom once the time to rest arose. physical touch is a love language of his, since he often struggles with his words, and so he cuddled you through the night, instinctively squeezing you just a little tighter than usual.

"i will never leave you, [name]... no matter how alone you feel, i am always here"

✧ tighnari.

♪ tighnari has been out on a trip to aaru village for a few days now - planning to observe how different species of plants grow in different climates - leaving you alone in gandharva ville to watch over collei while he's gone. you do love collei, but sometimes she can be... a bit hard to handle; often getting herself into trouble. it's a lot to deal with, especially with that peculiar numbness which has been dragging you down for weeks now...

♪ unexpectedly, your lover had come home early from his trip; there had been some sort of 'incident' in aaru village which was to remain confidential, even tighnari didn't know the details.

♪ he'd half expected to find you in the kitchen, having lunch with collei, or perhaps reading that book you were obsessed with (which now fails to peak your interest), but instead he finds you curled up in bed, trembling.

"love?" "... nari? y- you're back?" you replied, your voice woven with surprise yet you couldn't bring yourself to show him your face.

♪ concerned, he sat on the edge of the bed, positioning himself so that he was facing the lump which he assumed was you. you shuffled, the sheets rustling as you tried to get closer to him, finding his presence alone comforting.

"are you ok, darling?" "hm? yeah, yeah i'm- i'm ok, i'm good" "would you look at me? i haven't seen you in so long, i want to see the beautiful face of yours"

♪ smart, that's what he was, smart and cunning. he already knew you were crying the moment he stepped into this house, his sensitive ears picking up your sniffles and broken sobs. he wanted to comfort you, to be there for you, maybe (definetely) even hold you, but how was he meant to if you hide yourself away from him?

♪ reluctantly, you turned to face him, showing him your teary eyes but hiding the rest of your face under the bed covers. he reached out and pulled them away from you, leaning down to kiss your nose softly and giving you a weak smile. a couple tears began to fall down your cheeks, but he kissed them away too, trying his bst to show just how much he loves you

"what's the matter, hun? what's been bothering you?" you take a deep breath; this is it, your chance, your chance to tell him everything, to finally confide in him. "things have been hard you know... having to take care of collei, running errands, just- everything, all while having this aching numbness in my chest..." "numbness? love, what do you mean?" "i don't know... it sounds silly i-" he jumps to interrupt you, to reassure you and show how patient he's willing to be with you. he never wants you to dismiss your feelings; he takes your wellbeing very seriously. "no, no it really doesn't, i'm just trying to wrap my head around everything that's all" "are you sure? we don't have to talk about it if-" "no, darling, i'm sure" "ok, well... it's just been lonely, and it's really hurting... i just wish everything would end"

♪ tighnari felt his heart shatter in that moment; you wanted it to end? the love of his life, the one most precious to him, has gotten to the point where they want to completely give up, and it breaks him.

♪ he slowly lowers himself down on top of you, wrapping his arms around you waist and rolling the two of you over so that you were ontop of him, cradling you in his arms and - unbeknownst to you - silently crying with you.

♪ the two of you just lay there in eachothers arms, refusing to let go of the other, tangled together under the covers. it must have been a couple hours before tighnari broke the silence, deciding that you'd had long enough to reflect and attempt to calm yourself down.

"[name], listen to me... no matter how alone you feel, i am always here, ok? i love you so much, and i'm sorry you've had to go through this alone. i will help you, i'm fighting with you now""you don't have to promise me anything, just... please consider coming to me whenever you're thinking like this, ok?" "i will, thank you, nari... i love you"

✧ childe.

♪ both you and childe have a fairly packed schedule, running around liyue day in day out to keep people happy. your beloved seems almost completely unaffected, getting riled up at pesky customers being the worst of his worries, you - on the other hand - had an entirely different load.

♪ due to the fact that the two of you were so busy, you rarely got to see eachother, maybe brushing by eachother but only being able to share a kiss before one of you got dragged off to more business. so, you always made sure to make time for eachother, clearing out at least two days on your calendar (typically wednesdays and saturdays) to spend together, telling the other all the exciting or nerve-wracking things you had encountered in the week

♪ however, what childe doesn't know is that you'd been off the job for almost a month now, spending your days in your own home, stuck in bed despite the voice deep in the back of your mind willing you to get up...

"honey, you home? you kept me waiting you know..." no response... little did he know, you were cursing under your breath; it's wednesday. you paced your room in panic before stopping in front of the mirror, gripping at your hair when you saw your reflection. you practically slammed yourself forward, hands now on the mirror as you traced your reflection's 'imperfections'. you were completely lost in your own head, too lost, in fact, to notice you were the only thing keeping the mirror from crashing down, the already loose screws falling to the floor as soon as you applied pressure. "fuck!!" you yelled, the glass shattering all over your floor, luckily not digging into your skin, but you didn't come out completely unscathed, a couple scratches ;iterring your hands and legs. "love? [name]?! open the door! are you ok?!" he shouts, pounding on your front door, the entirety of liyue must have been able to hear him. "don't come in!! please, just wait, i'll be right there! i'm ok! just please-"

♪ without waiting another moment and completely dismissing your pleas - due to pure concern - he unlocks your door with the key you gave him, walking into your apartment but finding it almost unrecognisable. it was a mess; clothes strewn across the floor, garbage piling up on the kitchen table and beside your bedroom door.

"[name]? hun, what's going on?" you could hear the concern weighing his voice down, it becoming lower and scratchier as he approaches your bedroom. "ah- i told you not to come in!"

♪ he pushes your door open, only to freeze in the doorway when he caught sight of you, greasy hair tangled into a nest-like structure, dark circles making your eyes pop.

"holy shit!! what in teyvat happened? are- are you ok!?" his eyes are wide, hands shaking as he approaches you slowly, holding your shoulders as he scanned you up and down. "archons, what happened... love, is there something going on? is someone hurting you? has someone done something? talk to me! please i just-"

♪ the whole situation was more than just overwhelming; being stood in a ring of shattered glass, exhausted, embarassed, the whole package.

♪ naturally, you began to tear up, lowering yourself down until your were squatting, holding your head in you hands and sobbing, all while childe stood and watched; he didn't know what to do.

♪ he'd never seen you like this before, so vulnerable, so afraid, so hurt; and it hurt him too. carefully, he swept away the glass with his foot, creating a path for you to 'escape' safely and into his arms, which you did; slamming yourself into him and burying your face in his chest.

"i- i'm sorry, i'm so sorry i forgot and- and my place is a mess and i'm- i'm a mess and, archons- childe... childe, i'm falling apart" "shhhh, you're ok, i'm here now, ok? just breath for me, love" "it- it's just so hard, y'know? alone... i'm so alone, i- i can't do this alone, fuck i'm sorry, i just- it feels like i'm losing control of myself; i can't even think straight anymore and i feel so dazed all the time and... i'm lonely, e- even though i'm surrounded by so many people, i'm so lonely"

♪ he let's you talk, not daring to interrupt you, just listening to you, holding you close and stroking your arm in an attempt to reassure you. only when you stop talking does he pull away, peppering your face in loving kisses before planting an especially sweet one on your lips.

"honey, stop, i'm all gross and-" "i don't care"

♪ and he shows you that he doesn't, kissing you again and again; your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, your lips, everywhere. he has so much love for you, and he just keeps on giving. he doesn't care if you don't think you deserve it, if you don't think he should have to 'deal with you'; he gives it to you regardless, and that's something you can't help but love about him.

"no matter how alone you feel, i am always here, understand? i love you, [name], and i care about you, more than anything; more than my job, the fatui, mora, the list goes on. nothing is more important to me than you, and i'm not ashamed to say it. i am the one who doesn't deserve you, i'm blessed to even know you, nevermind have the privilige of loving you. so accept it, please, take my love, my heart, my everything; all my being is here for you." "archons, i love you, childe" "i love you, [name]"

(big ass dramatic speech for our drama queen) (rest assured, he meant every word)

✧ heizou.

♪ the man is a detective, so he quite quickly caught on, but was hesitant to mention it, bringing it up jokingly only for you to completely dismiss it. heizou could tell by the look in your eyes alone that something was seriously wrong; the old sparkle being replaced by a dull void. nevertheless, he would still get lost in your eyes, but feel as if he were falling down a bottomless pit; it was like he could feel what you were feeling, see what you were seeing, and it hurt.

♪ he'd be returning home from a long day of detective work, uncovering clues and deciphering codes to find missing persons, his eyelids dropping as he locked the front door behind him

"honey, i'm home!" he calls out, knowing well how cheesy the phrase was, and using that to his advantage, wanting the first thing he sees after a long day on the job to be your smile. "love?" after hearing no response - not even the shuffling of your slippers against the wooden floorboards - he grew concerned, eyebrows furrowing as he began to wonder: "where could they be?"

♪ someone coming after you must be his most dreaded nightmare; a thought that haunts him late at night, though thankfully the sight of you sleeping soundly next to him always seems to calm him, but this time you aren't there... you aren't there beside him to comfort him, to show him you're safe, to prove to him you aren't hurt. the poor man is stood in the entryway of your shared home, eyes wide and scanning the coat hooks for any missing coats, or the shoe rack for any easy-access pairs you may have grabbed if you were faced with the need to run.

♪ merely thinking about a criminal exploiting heizou's soft spot for you as revenge for proving them guilty sent chills down his spine, the thought of you being hurt scaring you more than anything ever could, even more than some of his worst cases.

"calm down, heizou, they're probably fine" he reassures himself, trying to keep calm and prevent himself from thinking (or acting) irrationally. finally stepping into the front room, heizou's eyes switch from doorway to doorway, trying to decide where you're most likely to be. watching tv in the living room? nope. cooking dinner in the kitchen? not there either. showering in the bathroom? still no. watering the plants in the back garden? this late at night? no way! sleeping in the bedroom? not quite...

♪ peeking through the crack in the bedroom door, he sees you sat on the edge of the bed, hunched over and unmoving. his first thought is to burst through the door and hug you, lifting you off your feet and spinning you around in relief... that is until his eyes recognise the red trickling down your thighs...

♪ you wanted to feel something, anything. an escape from this numbness was all you wanted, all you needed, yet it would slip from your grasp as soon as the pain subsided. it was unloving, unforgiving, cruel; leaving you alone once more, staring a hole into the blank spot of yours and heizou's bedroom wall.

"you thought i wouldn't notice, love? i am a detective, y'know..."

♪ yes, admittedly it wasn't the best choice of words, but in all honesty, he wasn't quite sure how to react. he pushed the door open, poking his head through first with a weak smile before opening it further and sliding through the gap. no matter how hard he tried to hide it, you could see his eyes welling up with tears, his bottom lip wavering as he looked you in the eyes.

"can... would it be ok if i come closer?" his gentle voice calls out, you can hear the sadness in your voice, and it hit your heart with a 'twang'. you nod meekly, reaching out your hand to grab a cloth and covering your leg, but he grabs your wrist to stop you "please, let me see?" "'zou... you don't need to help me" "[name], i want to help you, i'm choosing to do this... so please"

♪ at first you're doubtful, confused as to why anyone would want to give you this kind of help, especially heizou. not because you view him negatively, but because you could tell he was exhausted; being a detective is hard work, and has proven to be very draining.

♪ deep down you didn't think you deserved it. despite always being happy and willing to help others, nobody ever seems to want to return the favour, and so your frozen in shock - not pain - when he begins cleaning your wounds.

"do you maybe wanna talk about it?" he asks, looking up at you with kind eyes, showing you how genuine he was. whatever was bothering you, he wanted to know, he wanted to help, because you deserve his help. "... m- maybe later?" as much as you hate to dissapoint him, you can't bring yourself to even think about how you'd explain all this to heizou; not wanting to scare him or become 'one of his clients', though you know he would never treat you that way. "of course, whenever you need, love... you know i love you, right? and... and that no matter how alone you feel, i am always here" "i love you..."

thanks for reading ♡ want to read more? my requests are OPEN, so please feel free to let me know what you'd like me to write next!

☆ a little message i wanted to share... ( feel free to skip)

"i know some random person from the internet saying this may not help, but i want you to know that you are loved, you are cared for, whether you know it or not. there are billions of people on this planet, not one of us are the same, and so no one will ever really know how you're feeling, but that's ok. this is something you are going through and something you will get yourself out of. yes, it will take time, and it'll be hard, but i believe in you. nobody knows you better than yourself. if you think doing something, anything, will make you feel worse, don't do it. you know your boundaries better than anyone, no matter what other people say. take your time. of course, it's good to help others, but sometimes you'd be helping other people more if you took a second to take care of yourself. you do deserve it. please stay safe and take care of yourself. ily ♡"

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sonder-paradise · 2 years

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𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐇𝐢𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 — 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭

◊ characters. xiao, kazuha, heizou, scaramouche, gn!reader

◊ genre. angst to fluff?

◊ cw. ya get hurt lol, like stabby stabby hurt and i describe how

— 𝐗𝐢𝐚𝐨

the second it happens, he can feel this deep, carnal regret erupt from within him. he shouldn’t have allowed you to come with. you should have stayed at wangshu inn and awaited his return. now a shower of rocks cascades upon the two of you and he stumbles for a moment to reach out for you. “xiao, wait!”

hearing his name, he’s stunned when your hand collides with his chest and he gets pushed back. the pit of his stomach dropping as you’re flung backwards and thrown into the mountainside. he can barely call out your name before the tides of his anger erupt to eliminate his enemy.

xiao is at your side in an instant and the second you know it, you’ve returned to the inn. he’s trying to stay calm and assess your injuries. all the while silent and eerily passive. “xiao, are you hurt?” and that’s when he finds himself staring at you. his eyes gloss over for a moment and he can’t seem to stop shaking.

“you’re hurt. why are you asking me such a thing? i should have protected you instead,” he whispers into your palm when you clasp his cheek. your body tenses but you know the injuries will heal. “i’ll always protect you though. so don’t worry, i’m right here.”

— 𝐊𝐚𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚

blade in hand, he’s always relied on you to watch his back. however, your travels to mondstadt have taken quite the turn. blocked by the road, the two of you make quick work of the last treasure hoarders. “i believe that takes care of all of them,” he says, briefly looking over you for any blemishes.

your mouth opens to answer but he’s unsure whether or not you truly spoke as the next thing he knows he’s tumbling to the dirt; dust flies up into the air and taints the surroundings a misty brown. he can barely see but through the dust he can make out your figure hovering over him.

“kazuha…?” you gasp, stumbling back and into his arms as he’s just barely gotten up. the last wounded treasure hoarder stands above you, crossbow empty and arrow lodged in your thigh. kazuha’s quick to avenge you. but his eyes widen in a mute horror as he drags you away from the danger.

blood stains his fingers as he works diligently to patch you back up safely. “please don’t ever do that again, my love. i couldn’t bare to watch you hurt yourself for me,” he says, hands trembling as he bandages your shoulder. “i’m fine now thanks to you though. i would have done it again if needed.” kazuha sighs, leaning his head against yours in half-relief and half-worry.

— 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐳𝐨𝐮

you tagging along during a bit of sleuthing never hurt. heizou enjoyed the company and your presence helped him think. the evening waned on with little hindrances. just a few flirtations from both parties until the time to grow serious came. investigating this particular case never seemed dangerous until things quickly fled in the wrong direction.

heizou’s desperate to get you out of here. the wandering samurai lunges forward, katana brandished and aiming in your direction. he’s quick to get you out of harm’s way even if you have your own weapon in hand. “you have to get out of here!”

“i’m not leaving you here!” heizou grits his teeth at your words but nothing else can be said before his name flies out of your mouth and he finds himself stumbling to the ground, gripping onto the dirt to stabilize himself. the sword rips into your shoulder blade and heizou’s breath leaves him.

he can barely remember what happens after that, the only thing on his mind is getting you out of there. you’re in his arms in a second and he can feel your blood staining his clothing. “shush, it’s fine. they’re gone now. just… just hold on i’m right here.” he can feel the iron sting of blood in his mouth as he bites the inside of his mouth, praying that you’ll be alright.

— 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞

he’s honestly not used to someone being by his side during missions. especially not you of all people. he feels a little more self-aware of his actions and his tone. still, he needs to get the job done and your assistance is certainly better than him doing it entirely alone.

but he curses under his breath when things go wrong. the plans are burning faster than he can even keep up with and now you’re stuck under this crumbling infrastructure of deluded lies with him. scaramouche isn’t even sure when or how you appeared next to him but when the wet splatter of blood hits his cheek his eyes widen.

your name tumbles from his lips faster than he can even react to your violent shove. as you crumple to the ground, he’s wrapping you up in his arms. you can see the fragility in his eyes as he stares down at you. blood pooling in a crimson puddle around you as your eyes flicker shut.

light seeps in eventually and you find yourself staring at the ceiling of an unknown medical ward. your body aches with a pain slotted within your chest and examining your surroundings you’re surprised to see scaramouche worriedly pacing the room. he stops when he sees you’re awake.

“you idiot! what the hell were you thinking taking the hit like that! do you even understand—“

“are you alright?” he stops, staring at you incredulously but at the same time relief washes over his body in a tidal wave.

“i’m… fine,” he mumbles, going to your side in an instant. he takes your hand in his, quietly accepting your decision.

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m1d-45 · 9 months

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the scars, the wound

summary: heizou has two important skills: his intuition and his martial arts. he prefers not to use the latter when working on cases, but what happens when the first fails him?

word count: ~2k

-> warnings: mention/implication of violence near the end.. minor spoilers for heizou lore?

-> gn reader (you/yours)

-> if this looks familiar, it’s a rewrite of this. i didn’t think i posted that draft because it was in need of so much improvement when i recently re-found it, and didn’t realize until after already posting this… whoops.

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heizou’s intuition is wrong, for once. it’s impossibly unlikely, something he can’t remember happening before, but it’s the only logical explanation.

he’s walking through ritou, taking a minor detour along the beach. why, he’s not certain, but some string in his stomach insisted he went. and so, following his intuition, he did.

at first, it’s sand. as all beaches are. he finds himself scanning the shore for anything strange, kicking at a few odd looking rocks. he even checks a few times with elemental sight, but all he gets are the faint wisps of hydro lingering on the sand. not that that meant much—his elemental affinity was never the highest, kazuha was far more reliable for this sort of thing—but normally he could at least gather a general idea of what his mind was trying to tell him… but not this time.

no, when he saw you sitting in the sand, it was the last thing he could have expected.

he stops, squinting a bit. the sky is darkening, approaching dusk, and he was meant to be going to a meeting with thoma. to bother a random civilian and make himself late wasn’t ideal, but to scare you off if you were a criminal could possibly be worse. so, he approaches quietly, noting the way you turned as he did.

and then he recognizes you, all at once. your face was reflected in the posters plastered all over the city, in word-of-mouth descriptions from other officers—you’re the one the whole world’s been looking for. your skin is dirty and your clothes could certainly use a few hours with a needle and thread, and paper doesn’t quite capture the blank look in your eyes as well.

still, he crouches down with a wave, crossing his arms on his knees. “hey there! detective heizou of the tenry-“

“i know you.”

your voice sends a chill down his spine. it pulls at something deep in his core, his soul screaming that you are friend, not foe. briefly, he wonders why he stopped here at all, and then shock hits him like a punch to the gut.

for the first time in a long time, his instincts were wrong.

wrong, because you’re a fugitive.

his smile turns strained, unable to shake the feeling that he’s doing something wrong despite knowing he’s within full legal right. his skin prickles, and he digs his nails into his arm guards to keep steady. “do you? gotta say, i can’t blame you. my name is flung around quite a lot.”

you’re tense but not running. you know him, you know who he is, so…

blank eyes peer at him from under the overgrown shags of your hair, half-lidded and tired. his mind constructs a metaphor without his asking, as if attempting to make sense of something far more complex than you; jewelry, rusted and ancient, luster long lost across the years.

he almost feels sympathetic, but he’s not sure why. he should hate you. you fly in the face of everything he stood for—truth, justice, his creator—but he can’t find the will to do anything to arrest you. he knows he could apprehend you in an instant, between his skill and your exhaustion, but he doesn’t. and he doesn’t know why.

it bothers him.

“so, what’re you doing on ritou? need any help getting a permit to the rest of the island?”

he tells himself he’s asking because doing that would force your hand, not because he wants to help. that’s ridiculous. when did he start thinking this way? has he caught a cold, by chance?

“no.”

“then surely there’s a more comfortable place to be than the beach?” what’s he doing? why does he care? who cared if sand plastered your skin, if you got sick from being outside? “tides get pretty high around here, it would do you good to find a place to rest.”

you look out to the sea, some of the tension leaving your body. it’s not relaxation, more like surrender. “i don’t have anywhere to go.”

his chest is beginning to feel oddly tight.

it’s like he’s seeing the stars themselves in your eyes despite the darkness and the fact that that’s not possible. there’s a small shimmer to them, the sun itself contained inside, a glow that shows when they flicker over him like you’re pulling out all of his secrets. he’s not sure why he wants to give them to you. “i’m sure you know that, though.”

he does, he knows, he was at the meeting with kujou sara and the rest of the police force. he was the one she pulled aside to personally ask he put his full attention on it—as if he hadn’t already the second she mentioned his god—and he’s heard of the stories from the mainland. he knows everything, he’s read over every single report he could get imported, and yet every word you say feels brand new. when you say ‘you’ it feels like you’re the first person to ever lay on him, and it’s scary that he doesn’t find that frightening. his mouth is dry, all of his normal quick retorts and easy replies falling out of his reach. he settles for a nod, and you look back to the sea.

you look dull, his mind says, pulling on all of his vocabulary to try and connect a sentence together that properly describes it. your entire form feels… fleeting? no, not that. impermanent, maybe, like fog. so dense from afar, yet vanishing once he gets close. you’re… everywhere, a mist lingering in the air, waiting for him to look away so you can take a solid form again.

are you a youkai looking for a bit of fun? perhaps he’s mistaken. maybe he’d guessed wrong, maybe you’d just stolen another’s face for a prank.

…that’s stupid. since when has that been one of his first explanations for something? no, something’s wrong- he has to get this- this spell off of him. now he remembers, the paper from the alchemist from mondstat, he remembers, he remembers-

he-

he remembers the soft smile on his father’s face, wiping the dirt from his knees. “you must be careful,” he says, careful not to irritate the scrapes with the cloth. “you have been blessed with this mind of yours, but you must be wise enough to use it properly.”

“i’m wise!” he insists, and his father laughs, reaching for the bandages at his side.

“you’re intuitive,” he corrects. “and every day i pray to our god that you to learn the difference.”

heizou tears his eyes away from you, pretending that the sand isn’t blurry.

you’re a fraud. he has to arrest you. you’re tricking the people, you’re impersonating the highest deity, the literal god of gods, youve fooled even his own mind, you have to be stopped. for the good of the world. for the good of the earth. for the hood of his god.

…so…

“why aren’t you trying to kill me yet?”

his heart both flares and breaks, hands twitching for both his cuffs and to hold you close. your voice is so rough, so cracked and tattered and filled with something similar enough to betrayal that it’s paralyzing.

he needs to arrest you.

(he needs to get you water.)

he has to bring you in so the shogun can kill you.

(he has to get you a room somewhere so you can rest. you look so tired.)

his mind is as blurred as his sight, confusion instead of tears muddling his thoughts.

what’s happening? why does his mind like (adore, want, need, worship) you so much, when he knows he has to take you in? he’s been given direct orders, he knows what he has to do, so why can’t he do it? when did he fall for such easy tricks? he’s shikanoin heizou, the most trusted detective of the tenryou commission, and he cannot be swayed by your words. he can’t afford to be.

(it’s not just your words. the air around you is so soft, so welcoming, inviting him to sit in the sand with you until it’s dawn again. he’s at ease in a way he hasn’t been in a long while, even despite the stress of the situation. he should, in reasonable circumstances, be stressed, but you’ve cleared his mind to a simple volley between two ideas: his loyalty to his god, and his newfound loyalty to you.)

he wants to tell you that he’d never want to hurt you. “i try to leave that to the higher-ups” is what he says instead.

you sign, running a shaking hand over your hair. it’s full of sand and salt and needs to be cut, badly. you take an equally unsteady breath, and when you speak you sound like you’re about to cry. “i don’t want to fight you, heizou.”

the way you say his name fills his chest with something hotter than fire and sweeter than honey, a supernova made into sugar and placed into the gap left by his heart.

the last of the sun shines off the water and outlines you in its glow, the only thought in his mind that of your beauty.

he licks his lips—they taste of salt—and forces words to come up. “i don’t want to fight you either.”

it’s the truth, and he hates that it is.

instead of saying anything else, you stand, and heizou scrambles to follow. he tells himself it’s because he needs to be ready to run after you. that’s it. that’s all. you take a step away and he is quick to match it, transfixed as you pick up a long wooden staff, akin to a walking stick. it’s taller than you are, and he’s not sure how he missed it laying beside you.

“you’ll lose your job if you don’t, detective.”

he might.

heizou blinks.

…he won’t.

no… he won’t.

facing you head on, the acceptance in your eyes is clearer, like you knew it would come to this. his hand drifts to his baton hesitantly, and sees your grip on the wood. it’s splintered, he notices, likely a piece of driftwood you found along the beach.

why is he waiting? why is he stalling?

he’s let this go on for too long already. he’s being ridiculous. this is wrong. it’s his job to take in criminals and he’s staring at one of the worst, so what is he hesitating for?

against his better judgement, he tightens his hands to fists. he’ll be gentle, he promises himself, but it doesn’t soothe the storm in his head. he‘ll be careful, but it doesn’t change the fact that he’s still likely to hurt you. maybe by the end of it, if he’s clever with the use of his vision, you’d barely have a bruise. did you even know how to fight properly? you don’t seem all that confident in your weapon. at least that’ll make his job easier, right?

he’s stalling again.

heizou takes a breath. against his intuition, he takes the first swing.

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kiri-tatsu · 1 year

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Too little, too late

im bored on a drive and I have nothing to do, so why not have some angst?? Mostly supposed to genshin, but I kinda wanna do honkai star rail too, so if you see traveler or paimon its trailblazer and march 7th :)

When he first heard you utter your words of affirmation for him, he knew not what to say or do. He knew that you had feelings for him, but for reasons unknown to either of you, he denied your feelings.

Seeing the pained expression on your face made him want to take back his words, but he knew this was for the best, other wise you'd only get hurt in the end.

Either way, it hurt you, with a heavy heart, and tears in your eyes you left him there alone as he tried to ignore the way his chest panged in guilt and agony at your expression.

It was the last time he ever seen you, he would wait and wait as if you would come back to him as casual as the the days before your confession, but why aren't you here now?

He'd be lying if he said his heart didn't drop when the Traveler (or Trailblazer) ran to him, a panicked expression with small tears in their eyes.

So when they told him of your injured state, he knew to get up and go along with them as the traveler led him to a clinic.

A nurse greeted the two, and out came a doctor from the back with a solemn expression and all bloodied, his eyes on the ground before he looked up a bit taken back from the amount of people.

He opened his mouth, but the doctor held up his hand, just as a nurse went to the back to console a sobbing Paimon (or March 7th). With the cries that reached his ears, you were no longer in this world anymore.

Traveler's (Trailblazer's) hands flew to their mouth as their own tears cascaded down their cheeks as they moved to go see your body before you were moved elsewhere for your burial.

As he was left there, he could help but feel as if it was his fault you were dead. If things would have went differently on that day, would you still be alive and in his arms?

No matter he forced himself to go to the back room, and nothing could prepare himself for what he seen in the small room.

Of course he looked over to Paimon and Traveler (March 7th and Trailblazer) who were sobbing like children, he want to console them, because he knew he would be the same if he looked over to your bloodied corpse on the medical bed.

His throat tighten, and he felt like he couldn't breathe when looked over to all the blood. Cuts, bruises, and large gashes covered your body as he felt his eyes burn.

A choke sob left his body as he took large stride to your side of the bed. He dropped to his knees and took one of your bloodies limp hands in his and he felt himself sob harder as he could no longer feel any warmth to you.

You were gone and you never got to hear the words he wished to say to you all those days ago. Nor will you ever get to hear him much he actually loved and adored you.

He was too late to realize his own feelings, how stupid of him, right Y/n?

ZHONGLI, XIAO, CHILDE, AYATO, DILUC, KAEYA, SAMPO, DAN HENG, WELT, kazuha, heizou, wanderer

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hiraa-straw · 2 years

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Lol😂😂 that's not will helping me make me sleep I mean if it's heizou why not ehe (just kidding) [picture is from ©_ya29s on Twitter]

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xiaosonlybeloved · 6 months

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Hi! Saw your requests were open and I wanted to ask for Heizou and the Hanahaki prompt, please? 🙏🏼 you try your best to hide it from him but being the genius detective he is, he figures it out. I’d love to see how you write it!

Melancholy -Heizou

featuring:- Shikanoin Heizou, fem!reader, brief mentions of Kujou Sara tags:- Hanahaki AU, angst, hurt/no comfort, brief mentions of blood a/n:- im so so sorry anon for writing this so late! But here you go, and i hope you like it :) thank u for requesting! (i think it would kill me to actually write fluff for once)(also if i made a taglist, would you guys sign up?) wc:- 2.5k

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‘He knew.’ You realised with a sinking heart as his firm eyes searched yours for answers, a hint of disbelief and concern in them. He’d figured it out.

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Everything started out small. It always does.

For you, it started the very day you two met, little by little. You’d needed someone to help you find and retrieve some books from your treasured collection that had gone missing, and good old Detective Heizou was the one assigned to help you.

He didn’t take long to draw you in. The charisma and confidence in his voice, the intelligence and wit sparkling in his eyes with a hint of mischief, the amusement dancing subtly across his face. Everything about him pulled you deeper in. Not to mention, you were incredibly impressed at how efficient he was at his job, despite his carefree, playful attitude- within 24 hours, each and every one of the missing books had been neatly stacked in a pile along with an apology letter from the thief, and Heizou had returned them to you, with that charmingly cocky grin of his. You’d thanked him profusely then, and he’d waved it off as just helping out a bit. He even refused to take payment, insisting that if you really wanted, you could repay him with a nice lunch or dinner.

Since then, your ‘friendship’ with Heizou only grew.with time.The next time you met, it was an accidental encounter in the streets of Inazuma, and then you’d repaid him with that promised lunch. After that, you two just seemed to bump into each other more often, or perhaps you both just noticed each other both. More than a year passed, and you two were fast friends.

Just friends.

You didn’t know when those pesky feelings started to develop, but they did, taking root in your heart like a bug. And your poor heart cracked a bit more everytime Heizou called you his best friend with a grin, or when he casually flirted with random people, your emotions covered with an airy smile that betrayed none of what you felt, unfortunately for you. If only he knew…

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“[Y/NNNN]!” Heizou called over to you with a grin as you stood talking to the owner of one of the flower shops in Inazuma, running over as if to give you some great news. Your heart jumped a bit to see him again, even if it had only been less than a day since you last saw him. “What is it now, ‘Zou?” you chuckled. “Which uncrackable case have you cracked now?” He stopped right in front of you, breathless. “Guess what? Kujou Sara confessed to me! Can you believe it? The high and mighty, proud general Sara?” He was laughing.

You raised an eyebrow, trying to mask your surprise and disappointment. She got there first, huh? “Well? What did you say?” “I said yes, of course. Now boom, we’re dating.” Heizou replied easily.

You took in a deep breath, feeling like a hundred knives had been stabbed into you. But you needed to hide it, because Heizou was still looking at you expectantly, awaiting your response.

You’d always be his best friend. Not his lover.

This cold truth seemed to sink into your heart, as you controlled your facial expressions, making an excited smile that probably seemed very fake to the sharp eyes of someone like Heizou. You quickly followed it up. “Dang, I never thought I’d live to see the day when you actually dated someone! Man alive, am I surprised.” Heizou laughed again, his eyes crinkling, driving the wedge deeper into your heart. “Never thought I would too.” Then looking at his phone, he apparently remembered something as he quickly said, “Oh darn, I totally forgot I had to meet up with a client right now. See ya around, [Y/N]!”

You smiled sadly as he ran away, your heartbreak now visible on your face. You return your attention to the store owner who looks at you curiously. “Sorry, Ma’am, but I won’t be needing the flowers anymore. Could you please cancel my order?” The lady looked at you in sympathy as she nodded, probably having figured out who you were planning to confess to.

Back at home, you suddenly doubled over in a coughing fit, your lungs hurting.

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You’d stayed holed up at home for the next few days. Believe it or not, it actually wasn’t because of your broken heart. You’d fallen ill, and it greatly annoyed you. You kept coughing your throat out, and it wasn’t stopping. You did go about your normal routine for the first few days after Heizou told you, but then it got bad and you started staying home. Your friends often visited you, keeping you company. With their presence, you did seem to get a bit better.

So why was it that Heizou coming over out of concern for you always made you cough more?

One evening, he’d come over like always, with some medicines this time for bad coughs. Looking at his worried face at your deteriorating health, you wondered just how cruel it was for him to be always looking out for you, never knowing what you felt for him or what being with him did to you.

Unfortunately, it was in front of him that your illness grew worse- you started coughing out blood, him panicked and trying to help you.

Once you were temporarily better, he was insistent on staying the night with you to make sure that you didn’t get worse, but you made him leave reluctantly to get some rest. Immediately, you seemed to breathe a bit easier, even though your throat felt like there were vines practically growing in it. With that came an inkling suspicion of why you weren’t getting better. But it couldn’t be that, right?

Then, a week later, you coughed out your first petal, confirming your worst fears.

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Purple hyacinths were known to mean sorrow, longing, etc. 'How fitting.' You thought bitterly as you ruminated upon your less-than-ideal situation. You’d known for a while now that you held strong feelings for Heizou, but you never thought it would actually develop into Hanahaki. Damn it… What do you do now? You had to at least confess to Heizou for a chance at surviving, no matter how slim. But that would be very hard to do, considering he’s literally dating. That thought brought a bitter taste in your mouth. The other option would be to get the surgery, but it would mean removing Heizou from your life for good, but you weren’t quite keen on doing that. If not… You’d die.

No. You would most certainly not allow yourself to die for a failed love. Sure, you really loved him, but there was no point in throwing away your life for someone.

As you were thinking about this, there came a series of soft but strong knocks at your door. With a sigh, you dragged yourself down the stairs to see the visitor, noting that the knocks didn’t sound like Heizou’s or anyone else.

When you see the person at your doorstep, your eyes light up after a long while. “Kokomi!” You exclaim as you run to hug your old friend. You’d been forced to part with her after you shifted from Watatsumi Island to Narukami Island, but you’d regularly kept in touch. Kokomi frowned as you led her into your home. “You’re ill, aren’t you?” “Yes indeed, Doctor Kokomi.” You tried to joke. Kokomi narrowed her eyes at you. “You smell of blood. What sickness do you have? I can heal you.”

You hesitate for a moment, unsure of whether to tell her or not. Not because you don’t trust her- she’s probably your most trusted confidante apart from Heizou, but because you’re a bit afraid of her reaction. With a sigh, you say, “Hanahaki.”

You could see it in the way her eyes fell. “Who is it? Heizou?” She asked, immediately understanding. You sighed in affirmation. “Can you heal me?” This time, it was Kokomi who was hesitant as she responded, “... I do know how to conduct the surgery, but there’s no other way out unless you confess and he accepts.” You grimaced. “Can you please keep this a secret from Heizou for now? I’m still thinking on what to do.” She nodded, looking resigned, but said, ”Alright, but you need to decide fast. To me, it looks like your illness is already quite severe. There is a certain stage beyond which the surgery cannot be conducted and the only option is to confess or die.” You nodded. “Thank you so much, Kokomi.” A while later, after you two had caught up with other topics, she left to go to the hotel she was staying at, giving you her address and telling her to come see you immediately if anything happened, along with some medicines for delaying the growth of the hanahaki.

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While you were chatting with Kokomi, Heizou was flipping through books on diseases and illnesses. Needless to say, he was worried sick on seeing that it had been weeks and your condition had only grown worse.

On a different note, he had just broken up with Kujou Sara that morning. Things just weren’t working out, and he wasn’t interested anyways- he just wanted to try things out. So now, he had more time to find something to cure you.

He groaned as he went through the list of symptoms. He had a feeling that he knew what was wrong with her, but he was too afraid to admit it. ‘Heavy persistent coughs that slowly deteriorate to frequent bloody coughs, along with a feeling of being unable to breathe. In the last stage, which is almost certainly fatal during the later phase, the victim coughs out flower petals symbolic of their situation, along with blood. When the flower petals change into full blooms, the surgery cannot be conducted anymore, and the disease becomes fatal.’

His heart sank- his worst fear had been confirmed. You had hanahaki. He hadn’t yet seen you cough out flower petals though- so there was still time. He’d talk to you about it today, unsure of whether you knew about Hanahaki or not.

He also wondered who it was who was dumb enough to not accept or return your feelings. He would, in a jiffy.

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You sigh a little, enjoying the cool breeze hitting your face after so long. You were going over to pay Kokomi a visit, taking this as an excuse to get out of your house, which had started to feel cramped and stuffy. But of course, your moment of pleasure just had to be interrupted by another bout of flowery coughs as you hurried into some street corner to ensure that no one sees it. As you hurriedly stuff the purple flower petals with red, bloody edges into a bag you were carrying, a voice calls out to you that made dread settle in your heart.

Heizou stands there, staring directly at you and the bloody purple petals in your hands.

‘He knew.’ You realised with a sinking heart as his firm eyes searched yours for answers, a hint of disbelief and concern in them. He’d figured it out.

“You didn’t tell me it had gotten this bad.” Heizou said quietly, stepping closer to you. “I didn’t want you to know.” You murmured a response, looking down at your feet to avoid his stare, his eyes still looking at you in disbelief. “Why? Why, [Y/N], why? Who is this person?”

You gulp under his stare as you debate whether to tell him or not. Yes, you knew he was dating Sara but still… You were on your way to Kokomi’s anyways. The opportunity had presented itself, you should take it.

“It’s you, Heizou. You’re the one I love.” you whisper as you look up to meet his gaze.

You wish you hadn’t. Then you wouldn’t have seen the way the disbelief in his eyes changed into shock, surprise, and denial.

It was clear as day to you- Heizou didn’t return your feelings, you were dumb for thinking you had a chance.

You ran past him straight to Kokomi’s, wanting to escape. On the way, you could feel another round of flowers coming up your throat, but you held them down till you reached your destination.

Meanwhile Heizou stood still, shocked at what had transpired, a hand outstretched in the direction you had ran.

It was him.

As his brain finally processed things, he was still in disbelief and shock. He had been smart enough to figure out that you had hanahaki, but much too dumb to realise who it was directed towards. It was then that he forced his body to run, to search for you.

Late into the night, he still had no idea where you went, as he stood in the desolate streets of Inazuma, hands clenched.

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More than a year had passed since then, and he had no clue of your whereabouts, or if you were even alive or dead. Everytime he thought of you, regret and guilt filled him as he cursed himself out.. If only he’d told her his feelings instead of hiding them like an idiot. If only he’d run after her immediately. If only he’d figured out your feelings faster. If only, if only…

He was in Watatsumi Island for a new case, although his efficiency at work had decreased over the last year. He thought he might as well take some time off for himself, give himself some time to recuperate quietly.

But it seemed fate had other plans for him, as his eyes fell upon a figure in the woods of Watatsumi Island, one more than familiar to him.

His heart jumped into his throat as the figure straightened, then turned to look at him. “...[Y/N]?” He ran towards you to engulf you in a hug, but stopped short on seeing the expression on your face. There was curiosity, but not an inkling of recognition.

Ah. So that’s why he didn’t see you anymore. You’d taken the surgery and moved out.

“Oh, do I know you? May I help you? I see you are new here.” You said with a kind, polite smile, the one that you usually reserved for strangers.

His heart and fists clenched as he realised that you had no idea who he was anymore. As he realised that once again, he was too late.

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r0ttenhearts · 7 months

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I AM ABSOLUTELY IN LOVE WITH YOUR ANGST FICS

IVE READ THAT ONE HEIZOU ONE OVER AND OVER AGAIN AND IM CURRENTLY CRYING ABT IT RIGHT NOW

( i really need more heizou angst, pretty please… with a cherry on top )

ANYWAYS I LOVE UR WORKS

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you’re just like them

heizou x reader x slight scaramouche

sypnosis: heizou’s promise to make a new life together after your breakup with scaramouche crumbles

warnings: angst, no comfort, infidelity

“i hate seeing you like this (y/n).” heizou’s soft whisper shook your core as you dropped the shard of glass into the sink. in a fit of rage you had struck your mirror, clutching a shard in your hand at an attempt to clean it up. but you couldn’t let it go. not until the glass sliced through your skin and heizou found you. his concerned voice cut through the still air. none of it felt real, even now.

“i hate feeling like this.” you could only whisper back. your hair now framing your face as silent tears slipped down your cheek. heizou took a step closer to your form that was over the bathroom sink. hesitant arms wrapping around you as you silently wept.

heizou knew you had seen it. the way scaramouche had flaunted a new girl only a few days after dumping you. the new girl in his life had claimed it was their one month anniversary, heizou knew you’d heard it by the way your eyes widened and hands shook.

what he didn’t expect was the rage that came out of you. he expected some tears, but not the angry scream that left your usually sweet lips. the silence that followed the glass shattering was what scared him the most. he’d never seen you in such a state.

but with a gentle tug, heizou had you seated on your couch. a first aid kit next to him on the cushion. he pressed an alcohol pad against your palm where the cut was. you sucked in your teeth at the sting, but didn’t say a word.

with the first wrap of gauze he broke the silence. “i want you to be happy, (y/n). i want you to lean on me in your times of need.. not do things like this. i know i’m scaramouche’s friend but, you come first. i don’t think i can even look at the guy after he’s done this to you.”

your blank stare embarrassed him as he cleared his throat, finishing the wrapping on your hand. “i just care about you, (y/n). i want you to know that. i don’t want you to feel like you’re alone. i’ll make you happy, i promise. i want you to have a happier, better life. one without him.”

“okay.” you whispered. “okay, what?”

“i think.. after everything, you’re the only one who’s shown real care for me. everyone else sided with him. i guess you really are all i have.” you almost mumbled, speaking low as heizou shifted closer to you to hear. he nodded gently before pulling you to him, hugging your shaking form. you hadn’t noticed you were shaking, or the tears that didn’t seem to stop.

after that night things seemed to look up for you. every morning you’d wake up to heizou’s knock at your door. his usual playfully flirty smile on his lips as he’d help you get ready for the day, or follow you around when you had errands. he made it a point to be at your place at least once a day.

the gradual closeness had you weary at first. he was scara’s friend first, after all. you had met heizou at kazuha’s bong party only a year prior. you both had sat in a corner for most of the party after everyone had taken a hit. scara had a tendency to get angry, and you fully intended on staying away from that. but heizou had unexpectedly joined you.

you figured he only made you that promise to get dirt to tell scaramouche. after two months of the same routine with heizou you let your guard down. with that he was almost always with you. he’d find himself at your place more than his own after five months.

five months turned into a new years promise. his hands clutching one of yours as he professed his hidden feelings for you, which you timidly accepted. no one had made you feel the way you felt for him. not as safe or valued.

your third month anniversary didn’t go as planned, though. heizou was late to the reservation you had made for the special day. your brows furrowed as you typed another text to him, asking him where he was.

you didn’t receive a response. so you left, 30 minutes after the time you had gotten to the restaurant.

you blinked back angry tears as you walked to your car. how could he do this to you? he was always with you, so where was he now?

your car door hastily opened and closed, throwing your bag into the passenger seat as you stared at the open chat with heizou. it was filled with nothing but messages and messages from you. his texts were now but a few words long, always short. while your side had multiple lines. had it always been like this?

you had noticed how he shifted away from you during the movie the other night, but you figured he was just getting more comfortable. not getting away from you.

“let me get the door for you, my dear.” a familiar muffled voice made your head shoot up as you saw him. his familiar mop of burgundy hair with that flirty smirk as he held the door open for a woman with blonde hair. you could see the pink tinting her cheeks from behind your windshield. she giggled as he winked, going inside with her, his hand holding onto her hip as the door closed behind them. behind the door for the same restaurant you had made a reservation for.

oh. oh.

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lxkeeeee · 1 year

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4NEMO as angsty relationship tropes

—4NEMO boys x GN! Reader, just some angst tropes for the 4NEMO gang cuz it's 10 pm and I'm going through midlife crisis, Anyways! Some tropes might repeat cuz I'm so unoriginal 💔 also, Aether isn't here cuz he joined G3O lmao but anyways... Enjoy!

—Kazuha “Prioritizing wandering/adventuring over you, he just realized what he did wrong way too late.” Kazuha can never get tired of feeling the strong ocean winds caress his face or the refreshing scent of the sea filling his nostrils. Kazuha never stays at the same place for far too long, he can never stand still—he always yearns to travel the world, engraved every little detail into his memory. Alas, he failed to notice the longing look on your face whenever he leaves the door of your shared house, the way your hands would tug into his sleeves, whenever he bids you goodbye—afraid of letting him go. He didn't notice the loneliness in his lover's face—as he was too eager to leave the house and go back to the Crux.

Before, when he just first joined the Crux, he never fails to send you letters—letters after letters you received, constantly reassuring you about his whereabouts, but now, he rarely remembers—and if he did, he only writes out of guilt. At first you tried to understand, be forgiving—you know how he is, he is a curious young man, who are you to stop him?

But the days of him being far away from you, it started to eat you from the inside—you miss him dearly, whenever he visits he only stays for a day or two if you're lucky. You're tired from it, the constant loneliness, the coldness of your bed whenever he's gone the next morning—only a lingering warmth of where he once slept.

It doesn't even feel like you're together, it felt like you were just a pit stop to him. Suddenly, you stopped caring—Kazuha noticed this when he visited, your voice sounds so far away despite you being infront of him, the way you no longer lean towards his touches or the way you would turn your back on him whenever you two slept. But Kazuha paid no mind, as much as he would love to comfort you, the Crux would be leaving soon—and so did he, he slowly removed himself from your shared bed, careful not to wake you up—then gently placed a small kiss on your forehead and then left, making sure to lock the doors before he did.

Once you heard the silence of the house once again, the coldness in the air—you broke down.

After weeks of being gone, Kazuha is now back to your shared house to see it empty—you're belongings never too be found. Kazuha's heart began to race in panic, he frantically look around the house, looking for your scent—maybe you're just playing a cruel joke on him, but he couldn't find any—you're long gone. Tears threaten to fall from his eyes, his irises noticing a folded paper underneath the flower vase in their living room table—he immediately scrambled to get up, hands shaking as he unfolded the paper—his eyes scanning every letter, every sentences, looking for answers, looking for clues.

His eyes widening as his deep red eyes landed on your signature, he broke down. How can he be so stupid? How didn't he noticed your loneliness? The way you longed for him? The way you held into him before he left?

He lost you.

—Xiao “Sacrifice.” Xiao didn't understand you, what your intentions are—basically anything human, he kept regarding himself as a weapon to the point that he forgot that it's okay to feel human, to feel weak sometimes. Xiao didn't understand why, why you offer so many things to him? Like a devoted follower to their god—but he's no god, he is far from being a god.

After all, he is a weapon of war.

He doesn't understand your kindness and where it came from, the way you would religiously visit Wangshu Inn just to give him almond tofu, the way you would run to the inn whenever you hear he got injured or the way your touch seemed to ease up a bit his karmic debt.

This is bad, xiao thought.

He can't risk you getting hurt from his karma, but Archons, you are just so warm.

He could just bask in you for hours, your warmth reminded him of the time where he would sit on one of the the stones in Qingyun Peak, feeling the sun kissing his skin.

You are so warm that Xiao almost felt safe.

But no, he's the one who's supposed to keep you safe, not the other way around.

And he can't do that if you're clinging to him, affecting yourself with his karma.

So, he harshly told you to stay away from him. Words keep leaving his mouth, each word harsher than the last.

"You're mere presence is unneeded, leave and never return. Only call if it's necessary."

Xiao could feel his chest tighten as he watched tears falling down your cheeks as you rushed out of the inn.

He did it. He kept you safe.

But at what cost?

—Heizou “Loves his work more than he loves you.” "Love???" You softly call out, head peaking through the small gap of the open door, you see Heizou's figure standing proud as he places his hand underneath his chin, seemingly in a deep thinking, infront of him was a board—pictures, papers, evidences pinned to it, a bright red string connecting each evidence. He couldn't even hear you, mind drifted away to the clouds.

"Love...?" You call out again, this time his figure slightly jumped before eventually turns around in a fast pace, he let out a sigh of relief to see it was just you. "Sweetheart??? Why are you awake at this hour?" He asked as he looked at the wall clock—the hour that no sane human would be awake at that time, he shrugs before turning around to look at the board once more.

You frowned before scoffing lightly, "You should speak to yourself..." You softly mutter, Heizou sighs, "Sorry sweetheart, I've been busy." He says, not sparing you a glance.

Your eyebrows furrowed, annoyance from the lack of both sleep and affection starting to affect you. "You always say that love, When is your work gonna end and join me to sleep for once, I'm worried of your lack of proper sleep." You say, voice filled annoyance.

Heizou groans, "Archon's damnit [Y/n]! I can't just sleep off a case!" He groans out, voice slightly rising, you flinched slightly but he didn't notice—too tired and too busy to care about you to notice.

"I can't just sleep a case off because I'm tired! I can't live in peace if I find out an innocent person died because I've been slacking off."

You were too shock to say anything, his outburst surprised you. "Still, I'm worried for you okay?! I don't remember when was the last time you've properly slept! Can't your lover be even remotely worry about you?!" You ask, eyes beginning to sting, you shook your head to clear your thoughts—to shake the tiredness away, 'he is just tired.' 'he didn't mean to raise his voice at me.' you repeatedly say in your mind.

"Jeez, easy for you to say! I'm jealous of people..." He pauses as he did the jazz hands, "I don't know?! Slack off?! Wow I'm so jealous!" He pauses, eyes widening as he finally realized what the words he had just said, he quickly turns around to face you.

Only to see tears streaming down your delicate skin, eyes red, body shaking and small hiccups escaping your lips.

Guilt finally sets in.

He covers his mind, eyes widening..

"[Y/n]...." He stutters out as he slowly approached your quivering figure.

You slowly back away, he flinches from the action, your eyes not meeting his.

"I'm sorry Heizou... I'm sorry for disturbing you..." You softly say, voice shaking. His eyes widening from the lack of endearment.

"[y/n]... Please... I didn't mean to say those things..." He chokes out, eyes beginning to sting, he can feel the tears coming but he doesn't care.

What he cares is the large gap that seemingly starting to form between the two of them.

They looked so near but somehow also far away.

"Sorry for disturbing you, I think it's time for us to take a break from each other... Considering, it looks like you don't need me." You softly say, eyes dull and distant.

Heizou's eyes widen, alarm bells ringing in his brain, 'nonononono!!! You're wrong! I need you!' 'please don't leave me!' his mind screams.

He wanted to say something, but words seemingly doesn't want to come out of his lips.

'Say something damnit!' his mind screamed at him.

You looked at him with disappointment, your heart aching so bad, it felt like someone just grabbed your heart and teared it away from you.

"I'll see you later, Mr. Heizou." You softly say as you turn your back on him.

"Wa-wait!" He chokes out, you heard him but you didn't stop back to look at him.

Why should you? The times you've called out to him for the past days or nights, to join you for bed, he merely shrugged you off? The lunches you always prepared for him always go cold, uneaten due to how busy he is.

Maybe, the two of you weren't meant to be.

Maybe, he doesn't love you as he claimed to say.

Heizou watches your form slowly leave away from his sight, he wanted to run to you, he wanted to grovel and ask for your forgiveness.

He decided not to, because deep down, he knew he killed an innocent person—you.

He's a heartless killer who took advantage of someone so nice, innocent, beautiful...

He thought you'll always be by his side.

Forgetting that he should be by yours too.

He realizes that you got tired running after him.

His figure slowly slumped down into the cold cement floor of his office.

Then small hiccups can be heard, before full blown sobs can be heard. Tears staining the cold cement that seemingly eases the warmth of his skin—his anger for himself to neglect you.

He doesn't deserve you, that's a case that he doesn't need to solve.

Nobody knew that the great detective Shikanoin Heizou cried that night.

—Venti “Lost sight of who he truly loves.” As usual, you didn't see Venti in your shared bed when you woke up. It's been so long since you've actually seen the man, despite being lovers for how many years, constantly try to be by his side with all your love and support—only to never been to yours.

It's been like this for how many weeks now, he used to wait for you to wake up and then immediately peppering your face down down to your neck with kisses.

But now, the apartment you shared felt empty, never seeing him in the morning and never seeing him at night because of how late he comes home—sometimes he never does.

You felt your heart ache before shaking your head, "He still loves me, I'm sure of it" you thought to yourself.

But why does it felt like your heart is in doubt?

You sigh before eventually preparing for the day.

You don't do adventuring often, but as someone who has been alive for so long, you tend to become bored of everyday life.

So sometimes you do commissions for the Adventures Guild. Usually Venti would join you but unfortunately you never saw the man for a few days now. You tried to look for him but it seems like he's hiding from you.

'Did you do something wrong?' you thought, as your heart ached.

Surprisingly, your commission for today is at Dragonspine—which is to leave emergency foods for travelers who got lost in the snow.

You placed the last ham in the one of the emergency food storage in the area and was about to leave.

"[y/n]?" A familiar gentle voice calls out and you turned around only to find Mondstadt's very own genius alchemist.

You gave him a grin, "Mr. Albedo! Good morning~" you greeted and Albedo gave a small nod, "Good morning, doing commissions perhaps?" He inquires, you nodded, "Yup!"

His eyes looked around him before his brows furrowed in confusions, "I'm surprised that Venti isn't by your side."

You gave a nervous laugh, "Hahaha he's been busy..."

Albedo sigh, debating whether to tell you or not about the rumors he had heard.

Albedo heard a few rumors about Mondstadt's well known bard to be all over the traveler lately, and he also saw the said bard at Angel's Share right beside the honorary knight, he swore he heard the bard tell her poems that are far too romantic to be shared to someone who was just a friend, but he does recall the traveler looking very uncomfortable with the poems and pickup lines.

Although he is not close with the bard, he is close with the bard's significant other, considering they helped him with experiments and errands.

Albedo sighed, Your attention was caught.

"[y/n]." Albedo calls out, "Hmm?" You hummed.

"I'm not trying to ruin your relationship or something, but I'm just gonna tell you rumors I've been hearing lately..." Albedo hesitantly says and you quirk your eyebrow, "Rumors....?" You softly ask.

"I've been hearing that Venti has been all over the traveler lately. But I'm not sure, all I'm saying is that, be careful with who you give your heart to." Albedo says, his words take you aback.

Your horrible thoughts began to resurface, but you shook your heads before giving the alchemist a smile, "I see..." Your voice sounded so broken.

Albedo for the first time, actually felt bad, which made him shock, someone who he assumed that cannot experience emotions—felt empathy for someone. A part of him wanted to run to your side, and hold you softly. He knows he had some sort of feelings for you, you tend to always make his day memorable of sort.

He shook away his thoughts, your heart belongs to another—to someone who doesn't know how to handle it.

You on the other hand, you knew this would happen. Venti is carefree, he yearns freedom. You knew he would get bored eventually. You were in denial, but now everything makes sense.

"Thanks for telling me Albedo, you must have other errands to attend to, I'll be on my way." You softly say and the alchemist just nodded, "Farewell [Y/n], I'll see you when I see you."

"Likewise."

The sun has now set, and not once did you see Venti. You sighed, anger and disappointment filling your broken heart.

You sighed, "Maybe, I'll go to Angel's Share for a drink and hopefully find hi—" you trailed off, you inhaled.

"I'll just check Angel's Share and if I do see him right there and the rumors comes true then at least I was right." You huff, annoyance in your voice.

Angel's Share has been very uneventful surprisingly, only a few people have been drinking.

Venti who is only slightly drunk—not to the point of 'i think I'll about to do something that can put me in jail kind of drunk.

The traveler could just roll their eyes after hearing venti's 1532 pickup lines of the night.

Both of them are semi-drunk.

"That's like the 300 pickup line you've said today, Venti" Lumine laughed.

Both of them seemingly unaware of your presence, body trembling, eyes stinging.

You let in a deep breath before turning your back, walking out and eventually closing the door.

Diluc who was cleaning one of the glasses, saw your trembling figure. Before he could call out to you, you left.

'I hate this, I don't deserve this. He wants freedom? I'll give him freedom.' you seethe in your mind as you no longer cared as the people of Mondstadt see you disappear and only leaving wisps of Anemo in your wake.

That would be the last time the City of Wind saw you.

"I thought you have a lover Venti?" Lumine huff, Venti's antics now starting to annoy her, she thought it would be okay to entertain the idiotic god would lead to him leaving her alone but that backfired.

"I just need to take a break from them, we've been together for centuries." He huffed and Lumine rolled her eyes.

"In my opinion, I think they need a break from you."

Venti looked at her with confusion as the female stood up and left a pouch of mora in their table.

"Well I'm off, I still have commissions and bills to pay unlike a certain someone." Lumine says as she slowly walked away, she paused and look at the drunk bard from her shoulders.

"Apologize to them before it's too late Venti. Anyways I'm off." She said as she left, giving Diluc a small nod and the man doing the same.

Venti woke up with a harsh headache, he doesn't remember when he got home, but he still remembers the words Lumine left to him the day before.

His eyes wandered to the spot right next to him, expecting you to be there as usual—only to find the spot empty.

For the first time in weeks, a sense of dread and guilt filled his heart.

"(y/n)?" He called out, the apartment felt colder than usual.

Venti can feel his heartbeat drumming against his chest.

"Darling? My windblume where are you!?" He calls out again, voice getting desperate.

His eyes scanning every room, only see that some of your things have disappeared. He felt fear.

He noticed a neatly folded paper placed in one of their coffee tables, the god of Anemo quickly scrambles to open it, eyes reading intently, hands trembling, ears ringing.

Dear Anemo Archon,

I have written this letter to tell you that I would like to resign from whatever position you gave me, a lover? Right hand man? Protector? I myself do not know but it seems that I am no longer needed by your side, and it also appears that the City of Wind no longer require my assistance and is now safe in the capable hands of the Knights of Favonius and to the All Mighty Traveler from afar. It puts my heart in ease to leave the city to such capable people. I realized that my loyalty here isn't needed, and I believe that the world should now forget me and I'll forget you too. I do not need these painful memories, but alas, even for a brief moment you gave me a bit of joy and I am thankful for that Venti, but now I feel like you just discarded me away. Venti, I hope you won't forget me, I hope every little thing reminds you of me, I hope those memories taste bittersweet. I gave you everything, I stood by your side. So why can't you stand on mine? This is farewell my dear beloved anemo Archon.

with love,

[Y/n] ♡

Venti's hands trembled as a bunch of "No's" left his lips, his eyes sting, he can't hear anything aside from the ringing of his ears and loudness of his heart.

He always mess things up.

He cannot admit it, but he knew he lost you. The one good thing that stayed in his life.

He messed that up too.

No One:

Albedo to y/n: ako niyan, hindi kita gaganyanin.

LMAO I'M NOT SURE IF I WROTE THE MEME RIGHT, IM FIL BUT IM NOT FLUENT WITH TAGALOG XD

ALSO LUMINE IS GIRL BOSS AS ALWAYS, I WAS PLANNING ON MAKING HER A RIVAL BUT NOPE NOT GONNA DISRESPECT HER 💪💪💪

ANYWAYS VENTI WAS KINDA RUSHED BUT OH WELL.

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kazumiku · 9 months

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Sides of a coin

a shikanoin heizou filo smau

pairing | heizou x fem!reader

genre | university au; rivals to lovers; slow burn; crack; light angst; fluff; eventual smut (will be tagged)

synopsis | sworn rivals since childhood. swearing that they both hate each other—having no shame in showing it. but what if realization dawns upon them and the questions starts to rise? having to brush feelings off until somebody makes the first move.

warnings | kys jokes; suggestive content; midly ooc; offensive language in use; ignore timestamps; unrealistic portrayal of university life; self indulgent; very messy progression; tags may change

status | ongoing (slow updates)

taglist | open (send ask or reply)

Introducing the names of Sides of a coin

↬ mabangong tambay sa kanto, mini miss yaur, extras

First stage; Realization

01 → Libro

02 → Kape

03 → Bet

04 → Tagpuan

05 → Tie

06 → Competition

07 → Group chat

08 → Cat

09 → Affectionate

10 → Prince

11 → Switch

12 → Cookies

13 → Hangout

Second stage; Resistance

14 → Plan

15 → Stolen

16 → tba..

17 → tba..

18 → tba..

Third stage; Resignation

? → tba..

Fourth stage; Embracing

? → tba..

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keqism · 2 years

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rainy nights

⚘ pairing: heizou x gn!reader

⚘ genre: hurt/comfort

⚘ warnings: pet names, one swear word, crying

⚘ summary: shikanoin heizou is regarded as the tenryou commission’s #1 detective. but even the doushin has his bad days.

archons, do people really read this crap?

you huffed to yourself before slamming your book shut. you had picked up a legend of sword from the yae publishing house this morning for some light reading, but unfortunately, the best-selling novel was not your cup of tea.

you sighed, leaning back against the sofa and watching the summer storm rage outside. the drizzle of rain faintly tapped against the windows of your living room, reminding you of the crackling sound of the tempura you had fried earlier—tempura for your boyfriend, heizou.

speaking of which, your lover was running late today. his dinner sat untouched on the dining room table and its contents were surely cold by now. the house felt empty without his lively laughter and witty banter. maybe kujou sara was giving him a hard time again, you contemplated, chewing on your bottom lip.

deeply occupied with your thoughts, you failed to hear the front door quietly open and close.

"—babe i'm home," heizou called for you hoarsely. looking up at your lover, your eyes skimmed his disheveled appearance, noting the shadows under his eyes and his dripping clothes. his hair was drenched, the rainwater coloring the tawny strands almost black.

you briskly stood, tossing your book somewhere on the floor, and made your way to him. "hi," you whispered, hands reaching up to clasp his gaunt face. "rough day?"

heizou closed his eyes, kissing your palm before leaning into your warmth. "can we cuddle?" he mumbled, ignoring your previous question.

"of course." you brushed the wet strands of hair away from his face, pressing kisses against the moles under his eyes. they stood out against his pale complexion like two glittering fireflies dancing in a meadow. you swept your thumb over one. "but let's get you out of these clothes first."

after heizou silently changed into a clean, dry shirt, the two of you made your way back to the living room. you laid down on the sofa with heizou lying in between your legs, his ear pressed against your chest, listening to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat.

"i made your favorite tempura—fried the sweet potatoes twice too." your voice vibrated against his body, soothing his pounding headache.

"thank you babe," he replied faintly, his voice muffled. "i'll have a bite later."

you frowned at his response, eyebrows furrowing. your lover would have normally sprinted to the dining room at the offer of fried tempura. your worry deepened when you heard faint sniffles, feeling the fabric of your shirt dampen; heizou was not one to cry easily.

you slowly sat up, pushing heizou off of your chest to glance at him. "baby, what's wrong?" you whispered, cupping his face to wipe the tears rolling down his cheeks. his alluring green eyes were dull and clouded with conflict as he avoided looking at you, choosing instead to study the abandoned book on the floor.

his bottom lip trembled before more tears spilled out. heizou's voice quavered, small sobs escaping his shaking form. "the case i took on led to a dead end," he choked out. "i can't figure anything out and i-i'm so frustrated and madam kujou sara keeps pressuring me to take on more cases and—"

you gently hushed him, shifting closer to embrace your crying lover. he buried his face in the crook of your neck, chest heaving as he gasped for air. "let it out heizou," you consoled him. "fuck whatever kujou sara thinks and take your time, okay? some cases need more time and effort, and this just happens to be one of them."

shikanoin heizou was praised throughout inazuma for his quick wit and prowess, and the tenryou commission regarded him as one of their finest detectives. but behind his mask as the tenryou detective hid an insecure young man who was afraid that his intuition and logic would one day fail him. it's this fear that drives heizou to take on the commission's complicated cases, one after the other, despite the approaching exhaustion and mental strain that would lead to a day like today.

your lover’s sobs quieted down to small sniffles and hiccups. your hand smoothed down his damp locks before gently rubbing his back, hoping to ease some of his pain. "take it slow, heizou, the answer will come to you soon." you briefly pressed your lips to his before giving him a teasing smile. "besides, the doushin i know can solve cases that even the gods can't figure out."

a small smile lit up his puffy eyes and heizou let out a soft laugh at your comment. he drew you back into a hug, savoring the warmth of your body against his. "thank you babe," he sniffled, arms tightening around you.

"i love you," you cooed, hands combing through his hair. "now how about that tempura?"

"can you feed me?"

"what a bold request, shikanoin heizou. if it makes you smile, maybe i will."

a/n: 100% self indulgent because today has been a shitty day and heizou brainrot has been strong lately!! also apologies to xingqiu for slandering your book 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

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Hello it's me again, if you have time, can you write headcanon and maybe a little how the story goes about, Genshin Men can you add Cyno N Heizou please? with a S/o when is sad and not because of them they will cover up their face full mask with a " :)" smiley face on it, because they don't want anyone to see them sad/frown/or cry because they are embarrassed and don't want burden anyone.

And also they s/o when is feeling down, they don't how to handle physical touch anymore. They feel a little uncomfy because she doesn't anyone to see her cry, so basically I want fluff and aftercare in this.

Thank you<3

If this sounds details and personal? Because it is personal...it's one of my hidden feelings I want to know how Genshin male will take care of this.

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Hello! I always got time don't worry, sorry this took a bit to write, but I wanted to make sure it was perfect. I hope you enjoy and your day/night is going better <3

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿─

{༻~Bottled up~༺}

CW: Reader hides their feelings because they don't want to be a burden, slightly angsty but also fluffy and comforting in the end.

(Includes: Heizou, and Cyno!)

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��༄Heizou:

You held your legs close to your chest as hot tears streamed down your face in burning thin lines, staining your mask with your sadness and leaving you feeling...alone. Even with the smile pinned snug against your face, happiness seemed so far out of reach...and it felt like even if you somehow managed to ask someone for help, you'd just be adding to their burdens...annoying them with your issues.

You flinched as the door cracked opened slowly, letting light pour in from it...and causing the hold on yourself to tighten..even more so when someone walked in to the room and sat down beside you. In truth you already knew what he was going to say, you knew he was there for you and you wanted to talk to him, you wanted him to embrace you but...it all felt so...difficult.

Heizou sighed quietly, rubbing circles into your skin with his thumb...giving you the smallest amount of physical comfort he could, he just... wanted you to know it was okay, that you were safe with him. "I won't force you to talk to me...I've seen how hard it is for you and I don't want to make it worse by pressuring you...but please you don't have to hide your feelings from me. I love you and taking care of you is in no way a burden to me, I enjoy helping you...and I want to if you'll let me..."

You looked at him with uncertainty in your eyes... your nose sniffling as he opened his arms for you and smiled sweetly, looking so inviting...and yet scary at the same time, but you just...couldn't resist it anymore. You moved in closer to him, more warm tears escaping you...but now you weren't alone...he was there and he always would be.

𑁍༄Cyno:

Cyno sat across from you, his hands holding yours so gently...in hopes that he wouldn't make you uncomfortable. In reality he wanted nothing more than to help you...to tell you the mask was unnecessary...explain there was no reason to hide your sadness from him, but he knew it wasn't that easy...especially for you. No, those were long term goals...right now he just needed you to know you were something he cherished and that your pain wasn't something he thought of as tedious...but rather something he wanted so desperately to help you with. He absolutely needed you to know that.

"I don't take your sadness lightly....I just want you to know you can come to me and I'll never turn you away. I want to help you understand that it's okay to rely on me and that it's not embarrassing to feel something...I want you to know how much I love you..and how happy it would make me to be the person you confide in." His voice was soft...and his words sparked something in your heart, something you really didn't know how to handle yet.

But it was enough...and even though you were scared, you were enjoying his presence...and you wanted to talk to him. "I-i love you too."

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𝐎𝐇, 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋

Time waits for nobody. Although they wish that they had just enough to properly say goodbye, the only thing they can hold onto is the bittersweet memories of you.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑(𝐒): AYATO KAMISATO, ALBEDO, DILUC RAGNVINDR, SHIKANOIN HEIZOU

𝐓𝐀𝐆/𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): READER DEATH, ANGST, NO COMFORT, SLIGHT BODY HORROR (HEIZOU)

▶ 【 HOW HE NEVER GOT TO SAY HOW MUCH HE TRULY LOVED YOU 】

When AYATO heard of your passing, he had only just gotten back from a long trip of arranging some negotiations regarding support for other noble houses. As the head of a prestigious organization, it was only natural to adopt skepticism with a hint of cynicality—for it is the only way to survive in the world of the rich. Yet, he had nurtured a respectable, yet amiable attitude between every one of the attendants. That’s why the news he received upon arrival was jaw-dropping—when he saw every single attendant and guard of the estate lined up with sunken expressions and creased eyebrows of amalgamated despondency and condolences. When he was informed, the only thing he managed to choke out was:

“Take me to them.”

Thoma and Ayaka—right by his sides, walked in with wildly different expressions, despite each of them holding their breaths. The two standing beside him inhaled deeply, hoping that what they would see wasn’t real—while the man in the middle stared and creaked open the doors, exhaled to brace the pain.

And yet, you laid there on a multitude of sheets and pillows, the colors of the quilts coincidentally reminding Ayato of your seemingly colorful personality. You had passed in your sleep, but to all three of the figures looking at you, she and he and he only wished that the life you had wasn’t so… short-lived. The lady had sobbed as Thoma took her into a tight hug, while Ayato had taken a knee and examined your features, thinking of your dignity and how much he treasured you as his lover.

The days, and the weeks, and even the months following your death—he craved to hear your voice. Whether if you’d be humming, mumbling something to yourself, or even talking to someone nearby—he replays the way you’d call his name and compliment him over and over in his head.

Although busy with the toils of work, it had never been so quiet. With a sigh, as he signed off on a contract, he muttered regrets with tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.

“I love you,” he’d mumble, looking down at the paper as he talked to nobody—but rather, somebody who had passed long ago. Oh, if only he got the chance to truly tell you how much he loved you.

▶ 【 FIRST DENIAL, THEN MANIA 】

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When ALBEDO had found you, Kaeya was frantically trying to dig through the blankets of ice to pull you out of the sea of snow. The two of you were heading up to visit the alchemist and see how he was doing on his new project, but the avalanche that came and hit the both of you heeded no warning to its catastrophe. Off in the distance, he had heard someone calling your name, followed by his. The captain of cavalry, with huffed breaths and panic struck in his eyes, glanced at Albedo with a look that cried for help.

And for an hour they had searched for you until Albedo had found your hand sticking out from beneath the snow, covered in frost and pale with cold. He began calling for Kaeya as he began pulling you out from the land that sucked your vessel into it like a black hole, desperate to see you—no, to save you. For you were the only person that he learned to love, despite the fact that he didn’t show much emotion—particularly after receiving his vision. With every pull and tug, all while trying to be as gentle as possible with your body, they got you out, seeing how your lips had turned blue and snow had tangled in your hair.

“We have to get them to camp… there’s still a chance of saving them!” he exhaled the words, slinging his arm beneath your knees and supporting your back as he clings you tightly. He ran down the snow to retreat into his lab and begin setting you by the fire, laid down on his jacket.

ALBEDO had hope that he could save you. He kept the fire running every single day, upkeeping it regularly in hopes that you awakened. Yet, Kaeya knew that you were long gone from the moment the avalanche had hit, but he didn’t remind Albedo of that bitter fact. More than anyone, the painter should know better than anyone that you were gone.

But rather than a simple acceptance of your death, he was insistent on brewing a potion that could revitalize the recently deceased. First, it only was a curious thought that rapidly evolved into a sort of craze, followed by a mania and obsession of trying to save you. What is it that he truly craved from you? Your voice? What about the attention? The help you gave him in the lab? The kindness? No, he remembered. Romance.

It was only when Kaeya had shown up to snap Albedo out of his insanity that he had broken down, collapsing in a chair as he clutched the cloth right over his chest with his left hand.

“Captain,” he mumbles, sobbing silently as he squeaks out words without getting his stuffy-nasal tone stuck in the words. “I know. But could you at least let me try to save the person who taught me what it means to love?”

But eventually, through much talk, Albedo had budged and allowed the city to cremate you. Yet, that’s when his plans with the way he typically budgeted his finances went downhill. Most of it was all for paints and new canvases that he’d use to sketch and dance his brush across with wet and thick colors—all attempting to paint the beauty of your figure captured in your facial features, especially your eyes (because that was the part of your body he loved looking at most). He racked his brain over and over trying to find an image in his mind that could encapsulate the true nature of your beauty. Finally, he settled on an image most beautiful: a flower crown of Cecilia atop your ahead as you smiled with your (color) eyes sparkling beneath sunlight.

“My beautiful flower…” he sighs wistfully with a tinge of sadness, putting the small amount of gold paint mixed with your ashes to highlight the brightness of your complexion. Gorgeous, as always.

But despite how much your death racked him, he’d still continue to paint pictures of you every single week. After all—he believes that this is the one true way of preserving your beauty for all eternity, and until the day he dies.

▶ 【 JUST A LITTLE MORE TIME 】

DILUC had known that you were physically weak, yet, decided to overlook your imperfections because he had adored you so dearly. T’was a day that your boyfriend was working at the tavern, and thus, meant another day you could use to surprise him. With pleading eyes and hands pressed together in a praying manner, you beseeched Elzer to ask him to prepare some grape jam and homemade bread as a surprise for Diluc when he got home.

Everything was faring well, and you successfully picked enough grapes and put the bread in the oven before collapsing, hitting the wooden-polished floors with a thud and an outcry. Elzer and Adelinde, startled by your seize, assisted you as you felt your body beginning to go limp.

Insisting on getting you back up to the ‘master’s’ room, you shook your head weakly. The breaths you took in were as comparably short to the amount of life keft in your voice. Immediately, with haste, Elzer requested his eagle to deliver a message to Mondstadt, hoping Diluc could receive word and come back as soon as possible.

Deep down, he probably knows that the Master would never forgive him for allowing you to go out and exert yourself this way.

… when Diluc retrieved the message, his eyes widened as he furrowed his eyebrows?

“What?” he asked, more scared than frustrated. What could have happened in the few hours that he was away?

Without an ounce of any pardon to his job, he yelled at everyone to leave, shutting the door as he hopped on his horse and began riding all the way back in the midday burning of the Mondstadt summer. The heat didn’t bother him beneath all his heavy coats and garments… instead, he kept muttering your name under his breath.

“______, ______, please be okay—“ he begged, a sense of relief washing over him as he sees the Winery come into vision as his steed clops over the dirt path and over the grass. Stopping directly in front of the front gate, he hopped off his horse, tossing the reins to a nearby attendant as he dashed into the house—not even bothering to take off his coat.

And there he saw you laid up against the kitchen counter sitting on the floor, weakly chuckling as you reached out for him.

“Darling,” he said, panting heavy breaths in between. “Darling, I’m here—“ he trembled, shaking as he ran his hand over yours, slightly sweaty from the haste he made getting over to you. The smell of grapes and fresh breas pierces the air and empty atmosphere of just the two of you. “What. Happened.”

“Oh… y’know…” you muttered. “I just wanted to prepare a surprise for you—“

You coughed, wheezing as you slowly replied with seconds in between each word.

“But I guess that didn’t go as planned,” you chuckled, closing your eyes as he gripped onto your hands tighter. “… did it?”

No, he thinks. “No,” he mumbled aloud, shaking you as he pulled you tight into a hug. It was… warm. And everything felt like a blanket wrapped around you during the cold of winter, despite the weather. It makes you… sleepy.

“Please, ______, darling, you have to stay awake—“ He sucked in a breath, hugging you tighter as he began to feel a hole ripping in his heart.

And he felt as you lifted your arms to cup his cheeks and press a kiss on his lips one last time, and watched painfully as your body fell limp in his embrace.

“No…” he whispered, tears pouring down his cheeks in silence as he holds you—looking at your smiling face.

If only he had more time. If only he were faster. If only he could trade the time that he has to give you a longer life. If only you could have more time. Maybe his time, he thinks, sliding a pan of bread into the oven on the anniversary of your death years later.

▶ 【 YOUR SCENT STILL DANCES IN THE AIR, EVEN WHEN YOU'RE NOT HERE ANYMORE 】

SHIKANOIN HEIZOU, the No. 1 detective in Inazuma, is one of the smartest men in the entirety of the Tenryou’s ranks.

But, in his eyes, not smart enough to find the person who murdered you.

Upon returning home on an afternoon in the middle of the week, he called for you. “Love! I’m ho…” he’d begin saying, before realizing the door was unlocked, creaked open.

Now, with a scowl painted across his countenance, he’d stop moving, looking around for any hints of tracks. None went in or out the front door, but carefully, creaking the door open—he’d catch a whiff of the stench of blood. Realizing the connotation of this, he’d open the door… creaking it open painstakingly slow, hoping that everything is alright. Yep, that what he’s going to find it there is someone who wanted to pull a prank and leave a dead fox or the like hidden behind the couch.

He stared in horror, unable to rip his eyes away from the blood staining your clothes at your chest, and the drag streaks across the floor to put you in the entryway. The broken window, along with the handprints clearly dragged down the couch cushions and across the floor.

“Who did this to you?” he growled through clenched fists and blurry eyes, ignorant of the world around him as he got on his knees and held your hands in his.

Still… warm. Killed no longer an hour ago. Oh… man alive, if only he came to the house earlier to have lunch with you (like he said he would) rather than heading off to fetch a gift before he returned home. Maybe then he would have had a chance at apprehending this terrorizer of the people. If only he had…

“Halt!” said a guard standing behind him. He could feel the cold metal of the spear creeping onto his neck from just a few centimeters away. Then, proceeding that, he hears the voice of his co-worker.

Hesitation follows, before a clearing of the throat.

“Shikanoin Heizou. You are being detained and charged under suspicions of murdering (full name) ______ _______. Come along, anything said will be used against you during the investigation.”

The detective couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

With hiccups in his sobs and hyperventilation, he turned his head around as he still held your hands. He kept his composure seeing your deceased figure, but began crying when someone accused him of murdering his lover in cold blood. How could someone not fall apart? You were his partner. His friend. Lover. Other half, he would call it. How dare someone try to pin the blame on him?

“You know I would never kill them,” Heizou said, letting go of your hands as he put his own up in the air. “I loved them so much, why would I kill them…? You were with me when I was getting a gift for…” He would devolve back into his hiccups as he whispered your name uncontrollably.

The silence was deafening. And so was the walk down to the prison. The one in which hundreds of criminals were detained—for crimes similarly horrendous and mundane. Never in a million years would he imagine that he would end up wrongfully accused in this position—just like that Oni fellow.

… after the ordeal passed over, the case closed with Heizou being released, but some person coming forth admitting how they murdered you. Yet, in his heart; the detective knew that your killer roamed free, using this poor woman as a scapegoat for some reason or another.

Unable to continue sleeping in the house that the both of you shared, he would rent a room at an inn and lay awake at night, thinking of how you’d cuddle with him and doze off with him—light snores filling the air from the both of you. But every thought of you was replaced was the image of you on that fated morning, making him shiver and forcing his tears out to roll down his cheeks.

Smothering his face in the pillows, he’d sniffle and absorb the scent of the fresh cloth casing, reminding himself of the scent of you to put him to sleep for the next hour before heading off to work to chase your killer.

Even now, he still leaves his sheets to wash in the sunlight, just like you did when you tended to the house.

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