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updates r being churned out, but unfortunately due to my many health issues I’m gonna have to postpone a bit :((

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Hiiii. Could I be tagged in your Kazuha fic? I'm enjoying it (and I kind of internally screamed a little when they finally met each other again).

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yes!! omg I'm so glad you’re enjoying it 🥺

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Hi! I’ve seen someone mention my take on visions (@araumine hi!! ), and I’m so glad people find it interesting. I’ve also implied it here

Although I’m pretty sure it’s not canon, I like to include how a vision would physically manifest in the world of Genshin. From a players point of view it’s mostly seen as a “skill” or “ability” that adds to a characters usefulness in the meta. BUT but but I took inspiration from the Inazuma Archon quest, where it represented visions as like…a part of a person. A representation of their will and personality. I thought it would be super interesting to add a physical aspect to the manifestation of a vision since it does make up a character and deviate from the game like aspect.

A head cannon of mine would be that the physical manifestations for visions are different for everyone even if they hold the same type of element. And these manifestations happen during times of strong emotion or overexertion. Maple (the reader) manifests vines as I would like to characterize you as someone who is strong and grounded. Kaeya in my other fic leaves ice in his wake due to his backstory. Stuff like that!

come wind, come weather

kaedehara kazuha x reader

table of contents

TW/CW: descriptions of battle and warfare, implications of death, mentions of blood and injury

✧ iii. red string of fate

The rain is doing nobody any favors. Nearly every tent in the camp was starting to cave from collecting rainwater. You take mental note of that to bring up to the logistics team.

While your role requires you to remain stationed at Fort Fujitou, scouting the area entails a daily sweep of the whole Yashiori Island. Dendro does come in handy when everything is wet, turning your gift into a blooming explosion with each arrow that flies from your fingertips. It was a magnificent sight to behold, even drawing praise from Priestess Sangonomiya. Yet the feeling of your wet uniform plastered against the skin of your back made you wish that the rain clouds would hurry up and evaporate.

Most people are under the impression that wars are purely the clashing of blades. That is a misconception furthest from the truth. Most war “activities” include strategizing, politics, and subterfuge. Even now, Resistance members scattered within the city are slowly brewing dissatisfaction within the Inazuman people. Slowly but surely.

Ironically enough, change is the only phenomenon that is both inevitable and eternal.

You’re busy poring over a map of Yashiori Island under the safety of a canopy. Tracing over areas with ink, marking danger zones and other places for the strange new recruit: a handsome young man with sparkling golden eyes and a floating companion. It was surprising how he managed to become quickly acquainted with everyone in camp with charm that seemed almost otherworldly.

“Here you go! I marked everywhere that’s worth checking out but the squiggly lines are places you should avoid.”

The floating companion, Paimon, was a blunt one: “Thank you so much, Maple! Now, which lines are supposed to be the…not squiggly ones?”

Aether was quick to deliver a pinch Paimon’s side. She yelps and bounces around in pain, which is a strange sight since she’s several feet in the air. He gives you a warm smile before dragging his little friend away by the collar. While Aether isn’t a man of many words, his actions convey himself quite clearly.

You chuckle to yourself since he reminds you of an old friend. While the Young Lord always spoke poetically his actions were clearer than any prose. You could gauge his thoughts with even a slight movement of his brow. Snapshots float by in your memories like a steady stream of water and suddenly you find yourself missing him.

You can still picture the image of sunlight reflecting against his fair hair during the summer afternoons you spent in the garden. It was on a similar afternoon when you taught him that leaves could be used like a flute. He didn’t believe it until you demonstrated a few notes and sound rang through the air with crisp quality.

You hum an old tune, one that the both of you composed on a whim. A bittersweet feeling thrums in your chest and an old realization comes to the surface:

You would never stop missing Kazuha, perhaps that too was a phenomenon both inevitable and eternal.

…

“Remove all threats to Eternity—by order of the Almighty Shogun!”

Lighting crashes, thunder roars. Swords clash against each other. Nazuchi Beach is swarming with both friend and foe. Your boots are heavy with rainwater as your armor clinks with every movement you make. Your crossbow shoots bolts at every visage of a purple uniform. Arrow after arrow, shot after shot, there is no time to be idle. It is your life or theirs.

This is is the battlefield.

“Keep your formations!” Your voice cries out, hoarse but steady. “Stand your ground!”

How many have you taken down? Honestly, you’ve lost count at this point. The moment your target stops moving, you move on to the next.

You deliver a swift kick to a soldier who came too near, pushing him back with a burst of green light. Several of your blooms had already exploded in the rain, leaving dendro damage in their wake. Vines crawl up your arms and by the base of your neck, manifested by the exertion of your vision.

A stray arrow whistles past you. It felt like it tore through your armor, yet the pain hasn’t even registered. You can’t even tell if it’s rainwater or blood running down your arm, with all the injuries you’ve sustained. Weariness seeps through your skin. The Watatsumi Army is growing tired, and so are you.

Suddenly, iridescent bubbles float through the air with a resounding voice: “The wait is over my comrades, now is our moment!”

Her Excellency Priestess Sangonomiya brought forward a surge of troops, overpowering the Shogunate in mere minutes. Your knees buckle while you can watch in both relief and exhaustion. The battle is almost over.

You nearly collapse onto the ground when you catch sight of a familiar figure. A light breeze tickles your senses and makes the hair stand on your skin.

“All forces, retreat!” Shouts Kujou Sara to the Shogunate as they rush to the safety of their base. Your surroundings are a blur of blue and purple, but you can only see red.

Two pairs of eyes lock across the battlefield. Red rubies stare into yours, and thoughts ripple across his gaze like a skipping stone on a calm lake. Time stops, and now you aren’t in Nazuchi Beach. You’re in the forest behind the Kaedahara Manor, bathing in sunlight and the crooning of cicadas.

Kazuha rushes forward when you finally fall onto your knees. You can’t keep your eyes off of him when you finally get close enough. Kazuha has grown past his boyish looks, looking older and more weathered. His eyes seem much deeper than before, matured by loss and hardship.

You reach your palms towards his face and he lets you. Callused fingers graze his cheekbones in silence.

“Maple, are you alright?” Kazuha whispers. The solemn expression that spreads across his face makes you laugh despite the circumstances.

“I am now.”

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kaedehara Kazuha/Reader, Beidou & Ningguang (Genshin Impact) Characters: Kaedehara Kazuha, Gorou (Genshin Impact), Yae Miko (Genshin Impact), Beidou (Genshin Impact), Kong | Aether (Genshin Impact), Sangonomiya Kokomi, Kujou Sara, Inazuma Characters (Genshin Impact), Raiden Ei | Baal, Puppet Raiden Shogun | Baal Additional Tags: Master/Servant, Friends to Lovers, First Love, Childhood Sweethearts, Self-Indulgent, Reader-Insert, Reader Has a Vision (Genshin Impact), Reader Has A Name, War, Inazuma Lore (Genshin Impact), Inazuma (Genshin Impact), Spoilers, Genshin Impact Spoilers Summary:

Despite having not seen him in years, your devotion still lies with the Kaedehara’s sole heir.

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I UPDATED! THEY FINALLY MET AGAIN

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come wind, come weather

✧ series masterlist

kaedehara kazuha x reader

Despite having not seen him in years, your devotion still lies with the Kaedehara’s sole heir.

notes: f!reader, reader has a name but it’s still you, depictions of war, physical fighting, slight angst, master/retainer to lovers

spoiler warning: kazuha lore, Inazuma Archon Quest

✧ prologue

✧ i. falling leaves

✧ ii. the wandering samurai

✧ iii. red string of fate

. . .

a/n: hi! this is my first ever full length fic. i truly hope you enjoy the ride! if you have any questions don’t hesitate to ask.

[okiesoapie]

come wind, come weather

kaedehara kazuha x reader

table of contents

TW/CW: descriptions of battle and warfare, implications of death, mentions of blood and injury

✧ iii. red string of fate

The rain is doing nobody any favors. Nearly every tent in the camp was starting to cave from collecting rainwater. You take mental note of that to bring up to the logistics team.

While your role requires you to remain stationed at Fort Fujitou, scouting the area entails a daily sweep of the whole Yashiori Island. Dendro does come in handy when everything is wet, turning your gift into a blooming explosion with each arrow that flies from your fingertips. It was a magnificent sight to behold, even drawing praise from Priestess Sangonomiya. Yet the feeling of your wet uniform plastered against the skin of your back made you wish that the rain clouds would hurry up and evaporate.

Most people are under the impression that wars are purely the clashing of blades. That is a misconception furthest from the truth. Most war “activities” include strategizing, politics, and subterfuge. Even now, Resistance members scattered within the city are slowly brewing dissatisfaction within the Inazuman people. Slowly but surely.

Ironically enough, change is the only phenomenon that is both inevitable and eternal.

You’re busy poring over a map of Yashiori Island under the safety of a canopy. Tracing over areas with ink, marking danger zones and other places for the strange new recruit: a handsome young man with sparkling golden eyes and a floating companion. It was surprising how he managed to become quickly acquainted with everyone in camp with charm that seemed almost otherworldly.

“Here you go! I marked everywhere that’s worth checking out but the squiggly lines are places you should avoid.”

The floating companion, Paimon, was a blunt one: “Thank you so much, Maple! Now, which lines are supposed to be the…not squiggly ones?”

Aether was quick to deliver a pinch Paimon’s side. She yelps and bounces around in pain, which is a strange sight since she’s several feet in the air. He gives you a warm smile before dragging his little friend away by the collar. While Aether isn’t a man of many words, his actions convey himself quite clearly.

You chuckle to yourself since he reminds you of an old friend. While the Young Lord always spoke poetically his actions were clearer than any prose. You could gauge his thoughts with even a slight movement of his brow. Snapshots float by in your memories like a steady stream of water and suddenly you find yourself missing him.

You can still picture the image of sunlight reflecting against his fair hair during the summer afternoons you spent in the garden. It was on a similar afternoon when you taught him that leaves could be used like a flute. He didn’t believe it until you demonstrated a few notes and sound rang through the air with crisp quality.

You hum an old tune, one that the both of you composed on a whim. A bittersweet feeling thrums in your chest and an old realization comes to the surface:

You would never stop missing Kazuha, perhaps that too was a phenomenon both inevitable and eternal.

…

“Remove all threats to Eternity—by order of the Almighty Shogun!”

Lighting crashes, thunder roars. Swords clash against each other. Nazuchi Beach is swarming with both friend and foe. Your boots are heavy with rainwater as your armor clinks with every movement you make. Your crossbow shoots bolts at every visage of a purple uniform. Arrow after arrow, shot after shot, there is no time to be idle. It is your life or theirs.

This is is the battlefield.

“Keep your formations!” Your voice cries out, hoarse but steady. “Stand your ground!”

How many have you taken down? Honestly, you’ve lost count at this point. The moment your target stops moving, you move on to the next.

You deliver a swift kick to a soldier who came too near, pushing him back with a burst of green light. Several of your blooms had already exploded in the rain, leaving dendro damage in their wake. Vines crawl up your arms and by the base of your neck, manifested by the exertion of your vision.

A stray arrow whistles past you. It felt like it tore through your armor, yet the pain hasn’t even registered. You can’t even tell if it’s rainwater or blood running down your arm, with all the injuries you’ve sustained. Weariness seeps through your skin. The Watatsumi Army is growing tired, and so are you.

Suddenly, iridescent bubbles float through the air with a resounding voice: “The wait is over my comrades, now is our moment!”

Her Excellency Priestess Sangonomiya brought forward a surge of troops, overpowering the Shogunate in mere minutes. Your knees buckle while you can watch in both relief and exhaustion. The battle is almost over.

You nearly collapse onto the ground when you catch sight of a familiar figure. A light breeze tickles your senses and makes the hair stand on your skin.

“All forces, retreat!” Shouts Kujou Sara to the Shogunate as they rush to the safety of their base. Your surroundings are a blur of blue and purple, but you can only see red.

Two pairs of eyes lock across the battlefield. Red rubies stare into yours, and thoughts ripple across his gaze like a skipping stone on a calm lake. Time stops, and now you aren’t in Nazuchi Beach. You’re in the forest behind the Kaedahara Manor, bathing in sunlight and the crooning of cicadas.

Kazuha rushes forward when you finally fall onto your knees. You can’t keep your eyes off of him when you finally get close enough. Kazuha has grown past his boyish looks, looking older and more weathered. His eyes seem much deeper than before, matured by loss and hardship.

You reach your palms towards his face and he lets you. Callused fingers graze his cheekbones in silence.

“Maple, are you alright?” Kazuha whispers. The solemn expression that spreads across his face makes you laugh despite the circumstances.

“I am now.”

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come wind, come weather

kaedehara kazuha x reader

table of contents

✧ ii. the wandering samurai

There was no doubt that the Kaedehara Clan was on the verge of collapse. A once beautiful manor had floorboards that creaked upon nearly every step. Kazuha knew this, that the nearly rotted tatami of his home spelled a bleak future. Yet, despite the dwindling number of servants, he could not give up on the Kaedehara name.

Much of his reasoning was due to his loyalty to the family, his honor, and his pride. However, part of his determination was because of Maple. You.

Kazuha slid the door to his father’s study, careful not to rattle it despite his frustration. He could see his father still pacing back and forth through the screen. Perhaps the bonsai will not be cared for today.

A smattering of footsteps calls Kazuha’s attention. You stood on the footpath near the garden, carrying a worrying stack of books. He watches you balance yourself with careful steps, your brows creased in concentration. A gentle smile makes its way to Kazuha’s face.

The gentle spring rustles the leaves of the cypress trees. You didn't even notice him in front of you until he took the books from your hands. Both of you stand on the footpath, the wind fluttering your clothes and floating through your hair.

“Young Lord, please allow me to do that,” you sigh. Yet when you look pointedly at Kazuha, his gaze becomes unfocused, as if he is lost in thought.

The curve of a cheek. The slope of a nose. A soft pair of lips. Kazuha‘s eyes roam across your face in a trance like state. Everyone in the estate knows that you have grown up to be beautiful. He knows this more than anyone. Years by your side did not blind him from the fact that you were attractive. In fact, it became even clearer than crystal.

“My Lord, are you alright?”

The wind picks up again, bringing a few strands of hair in your face. Mid-afternoon rays of sunlight reflect in the garden’s pond. It’s quiet, save for the chirping of birds. Kazuha shuffles the stack of books in his arms to tuck your hair behind your ears. At the subtle blush that spreads across your face, he laughs.

“Yes,” he says, “I am now.”

Kazuha replays this memory like a broken record. Both asleep and awake. He finds himself mouthing the words while traveling, even when his eyes are blurred by torrents of rain. The thought of that spring day in the garden sometimes comforts him. Other times, it taunts him.

A deep sense of longing settles in his chest like a stone weight. Kazuha can forget it’s presence for a while by keeping busy, but the feeling can weigh him down and render him almost immobile.

Yet he continues onwards. Running.

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i lived bitches

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izuku who when your shoes are untied while you guys are walking stops and bends down in front of you to tie them.

izuku who says “careful, baby.” when you’re cooking and grabs the handle of the pan for you so you don’t burn yourself.

izuku who notices when you’re having trouble reaching for the top cabinet so he places his large hands on your hips and lifts you up to help you.

izuku who always goes out of his way to pick up that desert you love from that special bakery even though it’s way off from his patrol route because he doesn’t mind and wants you to enjoy yourself.

izuku who takes you shopping and buys everything you even look at, ignoring your protesting and tells you, “spin for me, angel,” when you’re trying on the pieces.

izuku who actually knows how to tie his tie ever since he learned the proper way to do it from lida, but he still pretends like he doesn’t just so you can tie it for him and be close to him. he also likes the way you do it better, though it practically turns out the exact same.

izuku who clasps your necklace for you and then drags his hands down the sides of your body, murmuring into your neck about how beautiful you are.

izuku who gives you butterfly kisses when you guys are laying together in bed and whispers how much he loves you.

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come wind, come weather

✧ series masterlist

kaedehara kazuha x reader

Despite having not seen him in years, your devotion still lies with the Kaedehara’s sole heir.

notes: f!reader, reader has a name but it’s still you, depictions of war, physical fighting, slight angst, master/retainer to lovers

spoiler warning: kazuha lore, Inazuma Archon Quest

✧ prologue

✧ i. falling leaves

✧ ii. the wanderer

✧ iii.

. . .

a/n: hi! this is my first ever full length fic. i truly hope you enjoy the ride! if you have any questions don’t hesitate to ask.

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come wind, come weather

kazuha kaedehara x reader

table of contents

Despite having not seen him in years, your devotion still lies with the Kaedehara’s sole heir.

✧ prologue

Sweeping fallen sakura petals had always been calming to you. The broom’s bristles dragged across the stone path of the Grand Narukami Shrine, collecting the pink blossoms in a small pile. If an outlander could see the grand stature of the Sacred Sakura against the backdrop of the clear sky, they would assume that Inazuma was a nation of peace. Perhaps it was, not so long ago, when it’s people weren’t wary of incurring the wrath of the shogunate.

Yet even after being raised in the Nation of Eternity, you had learned that nothing was lasted forever. Families can crumble to dust and relationships can disappear into thin air. The only thing that would be eternal and constant was change.

“Maple?” A fellow Miko called out for you, breaking your train of thought. Dusting your hands on your red hakama you replied:

“Yes? What is it, Emi?”

Little Emi reminded you a little of yourself. She had only begun her training recently, making her the newest Miko of the shrine. Her eagerness to learn and upbeat attitude endeared the young girl to you. After all, as a child, you had been the same.

“Lady Guuji requests your presence.” Emi’s energetic self was nowhere to be seen, replaced by a look of solemnity. “Immediately. I think it’s really serious.”

You frowned. “Alright then, I’ll go see her now.” Before leaving, you pat Emi’s head and gave her a soft smile. She returned it, but the worry in her expression hadn’t gone away.

The Guuji had the same sort of look on her face when you entered her chambers. It surprised you. Yae Miko always had an enigmatic aura about her, eyes upturned and lips in a graceful smirk. However, it didn’t seem like that today. A somber mood weighed heavily upon the atmosphere. She beckoned you to take a seat before her on the tatami mat.

“The Raiden Shogun failed to capture the 100th Vision,” Yae Miko never beat around the bush. “Sir Thoma of the Kamisato Clan has gone into hiding and the shogunate is stricter than ever.”

A cold sweat ran down your spine. Now you know why the Guuji wore that expression. Only she knew of the secret you kept hidden under your white kosode, further tucked away within a small, handmade pouch.

“It’s unsafe here, Maple.” Yae Miko met your gaze. “Your little secret is becoming impossible to hide.”

It was only then when you noticed the thin vine crawling down your arm. The plant wrapped around your limb and circled itself around your pinky. It quickly withered when you panicked, shifting from a vibrant green to a dried brown.

“I have no where else to go.” A chill ran through your bones at the thought of leaving another place you called home. You had been through it once, and possibility of doing a second time made you lightheaded. This can’t be happening. Not again.

“Only for a short while, everyone just needs to wait a little longer,” Yae Miko leaned forward and held your hand in her own. The absolute sureness in her tone felt eerie. Lady Guuji wasn’t exactly renown for her optimism, yet the knowing glint in her eyes showed sincerity.

“Believe me.”

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come wind, come weather

kaedehara kazuha x reader

table of contents

✧ i. fallen leaves (unedited)

Autumn brought many changes to the forest outside the Kaedehara Manor. The colors of the leaves turned into different shades of red, yellow and brown. They crunched under your boots as you stood poised, bow in hand and arrow nocked. Your arms were already strained from the effort of pulling back the bowstring. Yet you stayed put, patient.

A squirrel scurried across the forest floor before stopping in it’s tracks. The arrow flew towards the prey but missed, landing a few millimeters away. Groaning, you watched as the lucky squirrel scampered off into the bushes.

“It’s alright,” said Kazuha, your master and best friend. “You’ll get it next time, Maple.”

You hadn’t always been called Maple. Before you were adopted into the Momiji family, only insults were used to refer to you. Brat, street rat, dirty, vagrant. However, Mr. Momiji took you in, and from then on you had become Maple. Kazuha had thought of the name himself years ago, when the Momiji couple had brought you to the manor, filthy and unkempt from wandering in the forest.

The young Kazuha peered at you through his scarlet eyes. His smile was gentle and he hurried toward you despite your parents telling him you needed to bathe first. His round, youthful cheeks pulled upwards in a gleeful smile.

“I’m Kazuha Kaedehara, what’s your name?”

“I don’t have one,” you said matter-of-factly, the way children do. The adults looked on you sadly as your soon to be adoptive mother rubbed your back comfortingly. “Nobody calls me anything.”

Kazuha was puzzled. “Why?”

You thought for a moment. Why didn’t you have a name? It seemed that everyone else did, even this boy called Kazuha. Suddenly, tears welled up in your eyes and you started sniffling. The Kaedehara Clan Head was about to reprimand his son for being insensitive, but Kazuha spoke first.

“I’ll give you a name. Do you want one?”

Yes please, you wanted to say to the boy, but tears wouldn’t stop falling. So instead, you nodded your head eagerly. “Mmhm.”

Kazuha reached his hand to the side of your head, where a maple leaf was tangled into your hair. He brought it close to your watery eyes to show off its vibrant color.

“This is my favorite leaf, so I’ll call you Maple.”

Years later, at hunting practice, the memory made you chuckle. An older Kazuha looked at you quizzically. You had grown up with this boy and pledged loyalty to him. To be his faithful retainer once he assumes leadership over the Kaedehara clan. He had given you a name, so you would give him everything.

Kazuha, who had grown to be handsome in his teens, gives you a boyish grin. He steadies you with his hands on your shoulders and points to a fruit on a sunsettia tree. Him being so close made your breath hitch, but you willed yourself to stay calm.

“I’ll never be good at this,” you grumble more to yourself than him. Kazuha laughs and it sounds like wind chimes in the summer breeze.

“All you need is practice.” Kazuha says.

So you stand tall and nock an arrow once more, aiming for your target. The breeze picks up and you focus, pulling the bowstring taut. You release the arrow—

A perfect shot. The arrow landed right in the middle of the dummy target that was meant to be an enemy soldier. You lower your arms as General Gorou claps. He wears a toothy smile and his ears twitch, which you take as a compliment.

Yae Miko had given you a map to Watatsumi Island and a letter meant for the Priestess Sangonomiya, who had smiled once she read the it. From then on you were accepted into the resistance effort, now working as a scout under the general’s personal unit.

“That was great! At this rate, you’re even better than I am,” Gorou teases. When you first arrived didn’t realize that the Watatsumi Army would be such a welcoming place, but after meeting the other soldiers your anxiety slowly started to dissipate. The work was grueling but everyone shared in the hardship together. It was a community of like minded, driven people. All the soldiers were clothed, well-fed and taken care of to the best of the army’s abilities.

“What’s your secret, Maple?”

You paused for a brief moment, only to shrug your shoulders. The Vision on your arm cuff shone a lively green in the sunlight and the look of it made you grin despite everything.

“Practice, I guess.”

. . .

The Alcor was currently anchored by Yashiori Island. The grand ship was the only one unscathed in the midst of all the wreckage. Captain Beidou surveyed their surroundings with her good eye, then looked up at the wandering samurai who settled himself on the foremast.

“Everything okay up there, Kazuha?” She yelled boisterously, but he couldn’t hear her over the whispers of the wind. It told him danger was afoot, carrying the smell of a brewing storm. Kazuha’s instinct made his heart pound and his regrets unravel.

He had made peace with his troubled past, but it didn’t make remembering it any easier. The samurai had left everyone he had ever cared about in Inazuma, thinking he would never return. It took all of his strength and a bit of heartlessness to leave everything he had ever known.

Kazuha pulled up his sleeve to reveal a bracelet made of braided cords meant for bowstrings. He stroked every individual section with his thumb and sighed. It was a gift for his birthday, the one before the death of his father and the collapse of his family.

He never stopped thinking about you on his travels. Everywhere he set foot reminded him of the childhood you had spent together. Kazuha wonders if you are doing well. He wonders how you look now, if your smile was still the same as he remembers. He wonders if you had gotten used to his absence or forgotten all about him.

The last thought made his chest tighten, even if he had no right to feel this way. After all, he hasn’t sent you a single letter in the years he was gone. Kazuha took a deep breath. It was the right thing to do. It was for the best. He continued telling himself that even though the wind whispered otherwise.

…

🏷: @yuki1s--note

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announcement; hi everyone! sorry for the late updates, I’ve been quarantined and my condition has been getting worse recently. However, updates are in the works :)) I’ve also made an ao3 account which I’ll post soon.

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come wind, come weather

kaedehara kazuha x reader

table of contents

✧ i. fallen leaves (unedited)

Autumn brought many changes to the forest outside the Kaedehara Manor. The colors of the leaves turned into different shades of red, yellow and brown. They crunched under your boots as you stood poised, bow in hand and arrow nocked. Your arms were already strained from the effort of pulling back the bowstring. Yet you stayed put, patient.

A squirrel scurried across the forest floor before stopping in it’s tracks. The arrow flew towards the prey but missed, landing a few millimeters away. Groaning, you watched as the lucky squirrel scampered off into the bushes.

“It’s alright,” said Kazuha, your master and best friend. “You’ll get it next time, Maple.”

You hadn’t always been called Maple. Before you were adopted into the Momiji family, only insults were used to refer to you. Brat, street rat, dirty, vagrant. However, Mr. Momiji took you in, and from then on you had become Maple. Kazuha had thought of the name himself years ago, when the Momiji couple had brought you to the manor, filthy and unkempt from wandering in the forest.

The young Kazuha peered at you through his scarlet eyes. His smile was gentle and he hurried toward you despite your parents telling him you needed to bathe first. His round, youthful cheeks pulled upwards in a gleeful smile.

“I’m Kazuha Kaedehara, what’s your name?”

“I don’t have one,” you said matter-of-factly, the way children do. The adults looked on you sadly as your soon to be adoptive mother rubbed your back comfortingly. “Nobody calls me anything.”

Kazuha was puzzled. “Why?”

You thought for a moment. Why didn’t you have a name? It seemed that everyone else did, even this boy called Kazuha. Suddenly, tears welled up in your eyes and you started sniffling. The Kaedehara Clan Head was about to reprimand his son for being insensitive, but Kazuha spoke first.

“I’ll give you a name. Do you want one?”

Yes please, you wanted to say to the boy, but tears wouldn’t stop falling. So instead, you nodded your head eagerly. “Mmhm.”

Kazuha reached his hand to the side of your head, where a maple leaf was tangled into your hair. He brought it close to your watery eyes to show off its vibrant color.

“This is my favorite leaf, so I’ll call you Maple.”

Years later, at hunting practice, the memory made you chuckle. An older Kazuha looked at you quizzically. You had grown up with this boy and pledged loyalty to him. To be his faithful retainer once he assumes leadership over the Kaedehara clan. He had given you a name, so you would give him everything.

Kazuha, who had grown to be handsome in his teens, gives you a boyish grin. He steadies you with his hands on your shoulders and points to a fruit on a sunsettia tree. Him being so close made your breath hitch, but you willed yourself to stay calm.

“I’ll never be good at this,” you grumble more to yourself than him. Kazuha laughs and it sounds like wind chimes in the summer breeze.

“All you need is practice.” Kazuha says.

So you stand tall and nock an arrow once more, aiming for your target. The breeze picks up and you focus, pulling the bowstring taut. You release the arrow—

A perfect shot. The arrow landed right in the middle of the dummy target that was meant to be an enemy soldier. You lower your arms as General Gorou claps. He wears a toothy smile and his ears twitch, which you take as a compliment.

Yae Miko had given you a map to Watatsumi Island and a letter meant for the Priestess Sangonomiya, who had smiled once she read the it. From then on you were accepted into the resistance effort, now working as a scout under the general’s personal unit.

“That was great! At this rate, you’re even better than I am,” Gorou teases. When you first arrived didn’t realize that the Watatsumi Army would be such a welcoming place, but after meeting the other soldiers your anxiety slowly started to dissipate. The work was grueling but everyone shared in the hardship together. It was a community of like minded, driven people. All the soldiers were clothed, well-fed and taken care of to the best of the army’s abilities.

“What’s your secret, Maple?”

You paused for a brief moment, only to shrug your shoulders. The Vision on your arm cuff shone a lively green in the sunlight and the look of it made you grin despite everything.

“Practice, I guess.”

. . .

The Alcor was currently anchored by Yashiori Island. The grand ship was the only one unscathed in the midst of all the wreckage. Captain Beidou surveyed their surroundings with her good eye, then looked up at the wandering samurai who settled himself on the foremast.

“Everything okay up there, Kazuha?” She yelled boisterously, but he couldn’t hear her over the whispers of the wind. It told him danger was afoot, carrying the smell of a brewing storm. Kazuha’s instinct made his heart pound and his regrets unravel.

He had made peace with his troubled past, but it didn’t make remembering it any easier. The samurai had left everyone he had ever cared about in Inazuma, thinking he would never return. It took all of his strength and a bit of heartlessness to leave everything he had ever known.

Kazuha pulled up his sleeve to reveal a bracelet made of braided cords meant for bowstrings. He stroked every individual section with his thumb and sighed. It was a gift for his birthday, the one before the death of his father and the collapse of his family.

He never stopped thinking about you on his travels. Everywhere he set foot reminded him of the childhood you had spent together. Kazuha wonders if you are doing well. He wonders how you look now, if your smile was still the same as he remembers. He wonders if you had gotten used to his absence or forgotten all about him.

The last thought made his chest tighten, even if he had no right to feel this way. After all, he hasn’t sent you a single letter in the years he was gone. Kazuha took a deep breath. It was the right thing to do. It was for the best. He continued telling himself that even though the wind whispered otherwise.

…

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[okiesoapie]

come wind, come weather

kaedehara kazuha x reader

table of contents

✧ i. fallen leaves (unedited)

Autumn brought many changes to the forest outside the Kaedehara Manor. The colors of the leaves turned into different shades of red, yellow and brown. They crunched under your boots as you stood poised, bow in hand and arrow nocked. Your arms were already strained from the effort of pulling back the bowstring. Yet you stayed put, patient.

A squirrel scurried across the forest floor before stopping in it’s tracks. The arrow flew towards the prey but missed, landing a few millimeters away. Groaning, you watched as the lucky squirrel scampered off into the bushes.

“It’s alright,” said Kazuha, your master and best friend. “You’ll get it next time, Maple.”

You hadn’t always been called Maple. Before you were adopted into the Momiji family, only insults were used to refer to you. Brat, street rat, dirty, vagrant. However, Mr. Momiji took you in, and from then on you had become Maple. Kazuha had thought of the name himself years ago, when the Momiji couple had brought you to the manor, filthy and unkempt from wandering in the forest.

The young Kazuha peered at you through his scarlet eyes. His smile was gentle and he hurried toward you despite your parents telling him you needed to bathe first. His round, youthful cheeks pulled upwards in a gleeful smile.

“I’m Kazuha Kaedehara, what’s your name?”

“I don’t have one,” you said matter-of-factly, the way children do. The adults looked on you sadly as your soon to be adoptive mother rubbed your back comfortingly. “Nobody calls me anything.”

Kazuha was puzzled. “Why?”

You thought for a moment. Why didn’t you have a name? It seemed that everyone else did, even this boy called Kazuha. Suddenly, tears welled up in your eyes and you started sniffling. The Kaedehara Clan Head was about to reprimand his son for being insensitive, but Kazuha spoke first.

“I’ll give you a name. Do you want one?”

Yes please, you wanted to say to the boy, but tears wouldn’t stop falling. So instead, you nodded your head eagerly. “Mmhm.”

Kazuha reached his hand to the side of your head, where a maple leaf was tangled into your hair. He brought it close to your watery eyes to show off its vibrant color.

“This is my favorite leaf, so I’ll call you Maple.”

Years later, at hunting practice, the memory made you chuckle. An older Kazuha looked at you quizzically. You had grown up with this boy and pledged loyalty to him. To be his faithful retainer once he assumes leadership over the Kaedehara clan. He had given you a name, so you would give him everything.

Kazuha, who had grown to be handsome in his teens, gives you a boyish grin. He steadies you with his hands on your shoulders and points to a fruit on a sunsettia tree. Him being so close made your breath hitch, but you willed yourself to stay calm.

“I’ll never be good at this,” you grumble more to yourself than him. Kazuha laughs and it sounds like wind chimes in the summer breeze.

“All you need is practice.” Kazuha says.

So you stand tall and nock an arrow once more, aiming for your target. The breeze picks up and you focus, pulling the bowstring taut. You release the arrow—

A perfect shot. The arrow landed right in the middle of the dummy target that was meant to be an enemy soldier. You lower your arms as General Gorou claps. He wears a toothy smile and his ears twitch, which you take as a compliment.

Yae Miko had given you a map to Watatsumi Island and a letter meant for the Priestess Sangonomiya, who had smiled once she read the it. From then on you were accepted into the resistance effort, now working as a scout under the general’s personal unit.

“That was great! At this rate, you’re even better than I am,” Gorou teases. When you first arrived didn’t realize that the Watatsumi Army would be such a welcoming place, but after meeting the other soldiers your anxiety slowly started to dissipate. The work was grueling but everyone shared in the hardship together. It was a community of like minded, driven people. All the soldiers were clothed, well-fed and taken care of to the best of the army’s abilities.

“What’s your secret, Maple?”

You paused for a brief moment, only to shrug your shoulders. The Vision on your arm cuff shone a lively green in the sunlight and the look of it made you grin despite everything.

“Practice, I guess.”

. . .

The Alcor was currently anchored by Yashiori Island. The grand ship was the only one unscathed in the midst of all the wreckage. Captain Beidou surveyed their surroundings with her good eye, then looked up at the wandering samurai who settled himself on the foremast.

“Everything okay up there, Kazuha?” She yelled boisterously, but he couldn’t hear her over the whispers of the wind. It told him danger was afoot, carrying the smell of a brewing storm. Kazuha’s instinct made his heart pound and his regrets unravel.

He had made peace with his troubled past, but it didn’t make remembering it any easier. The samurai had left everyone he had ever cared about in Inazuma, thinking he would never return. It took all of his strength and a bit of heartlessness to leave everything he had ever known.

Kazuha pulled up his sleeve to reveal a bracelet made of braided cords meant for bowstrings. He stroked every individual section with his thumb and sighed. It was a gift for his birthday, the one before the death of his father and the collapse of his family.

He never stopped thinking about you on his travels. Everywhere he set foot reminded him of the childhood you had spent together. Kazuha wonders if you are doing well. He wonders how you look now, if your smile was still the same as he remembers. He wonders if you had gotten used to his absence or forgotten all about him.

The last thought made his chest tighten, even if he had no right to feel this way. After all, he hasn’t sent you a single letter in the years he was gone. Kazuha took a deep breath. It was the right thing to do. It was for the best. He continued telling himself that even though the wind whispered otherwise.

…

🏷: @yuki1s--note

[okiesoapie]

u guys r so nice to me I’ve just been writing this all on my silly little cellular phone