mars mars mars! :D
how've you been bub? i hope all has been well, it's been a while since i last came here...feels super nice and cozy and like home huhu
anyways i am about to break everyone's hearts with this buckle the fuck up /lh
— literally listening to overlord of the thunderstorm as of writing this brainrot —
so this is an idea i had with heizou, the supposed idea takes place in the vision hunt decree. though the idea i had for heizou is one i gave to a friend and i did write a little drabble for them about it on discord, however...
i started about thinking of this idea with kazuha.
heizou's section of the idea is him confiscating your vision, for kazuha's it's his arrival after you're vision has been taken; enter the brainrot!
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the hundredth vision to be seized under the decree, and that vision was non-other than yours.
the traveler has arrived too late, a tad bit too late, you're vision was taken and you were left like an empty shell waiting to be taken and in this case...a precious and important possession was taken away. the closet thing resemblant to a heart, the shell that housed you're memories, dreams and ambitions.
the vision that was once securely tied around you're scarf—a gift from someone you cannot remember anymore—is long gone, taken by an archon in desire for eternity. in a state of a wretched and tranquil eternity.
you are now unconscious in the traveler's arms, you're wound badly tented to but the traveler is running as fast as they can to sangonomiya—while their companion, paimon, is but a frantic mess. a river falling down her small face as she frantically flies left and right, holding onto a small twinge of hope. in hopes kazuha's companion to be alive.
how are they going to explain this to him?
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he had heard, the bounty on the traveler's head.
he had heard, of you're current condition.
kazuha is rushing his way to the camps, informed by gorou that you are still unconscious and residing in his camp, his face may appear composed, concerningly so but his heart—his heart is hammering in his ribcage, his mind id racing a mile a minute,
please be okay,
he hoped,
please be okay,
he hoped yet again, something salty seems to cover his eyes..
please remember me.
he can feel a rushing river about to escape, but he has to remain calm, he has to.
but who is he to fool? he cannot.
finally reaching and entering you're camp, he sees you—his eyes widen slightly at you're state, bandaged all over, that heart that used to glow so brightly (that glow did not rival your smile in his eyes) now gone, he's come too late.
approaching you're bed, he can hear you're breathing—such troubled and unstable breathing, a breathing that speak pain and sadness...he can feel his heart ache, so much.
it's his fault, it's all his fault—for letting you go back to inazuma, for letting this happen to you, it's all his fault...
“it's not your fault, 'zuha! don't blame yourself for such things.” those words echo in hid mind, “you didn't know that what had happened was going to happen, it's not you're fault at all. none of it is.”
he lets out a breathy laugh, even while you're in this state, you still manage to do your magic as always.
a small, sad smile is all that decorates his face, as he reaches out for you're hand—holding it gently and placing but a light feather kiss on you're scarred knuckles, he can feel his tears make their escape, his heart aches so much at what you had to undergo but despite this; he is so grateful you made it out alive.
his tears roam freely more as he sees you're eyes flicker open, so tired, so sad...but he smiles, a smile so big and filled with so much gratitude, his hold on you're hand gets a little tighter—placing you're now warm hands on his forehead as he allows his tears to escape.
you look over to this individual, his warmth feels familiar but you can't remember who he is, he feels so so familiar...
“who..?” you only asked, you're voice so tired and low, kazuha felt his heart break for a fraction of this wretched eternity he's living in, but he now holds you're hand close to his cheek, this action once again striking something familiar in your memory that you can't remember.
“you don't have to remember me, my dove. i'm right here...i'm right here...” those words trail from his lips, fading more and more into sobs and an incoherent string apologies and reassuring words.
you cup his cheek out of instinct, and merely stay on you're bed as you watch this stranger cry and apologize to you.
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pretty painful right? yeah! i'm sobbing right now! :D
jokes aside though—take this depressing scenario as an apology for me being so inactive and not being able to get to chat more often <//3 i hope you know that i love you very very much friend and happy thanksgiving dear, i wish you the best with everything and the kindest and most loving of days tomorrow and going forward! 💙
— much love and sincerest of apologies for the pain, yoi.
YOII, YOU'RE HERE, HI LOVE I MISSDED YOU SO MUCHY MUCH 🥺🥺💕💗💕💗🫂
but listen. LISTEN. i am SO conflicted rn bc of this. bc on the one hand, AAAAAAAA THE URGE TO WRITE A FIC ABOUT LEARNING TO LOVE KAZUHA AGAIN IS UNREAL but also HOW FAWKING DARE YOU. (/lh /hj) IM SO TORN UP OVER DIS RN.
man... look, you don't gotta apologize, yeah? whenever we get to chat, my heart is happy, even if it's not often! i love you too friend, and i hope that your days have been treating you kindly! may tomorrow and the following days smile warmly upon you, my love 🥰💗💕
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I can't resist sharing a non-canon thought (an offshoot of our funny headcanon?)
The "landlord" godlike reader accidentally says something at some point that might make villains recognized by the his. The villains suspect something, for they could not share their thoughts with the man about communicating with a divine entity in their past lives.
Reader whispers about Dio: just as he was a dumb ass lover in Egypt, nothing has changed
Reader about Kars: Hmmm, did I overdo it when I appeared to Kars in reality and in the dream, pointing in the direction of the stone?
and similar quiet reflections ahah
hehe anon
YESSS he's just "oh maybe i shouldn't have given pucci made in heaven..." or "i feel bad for having let doppio suffer like that with that fool diavolo..." and they're all just ??? looking at you like crazy?? and you being the master manwhore mansplain manipulator you are, you're like "what? i never said that? you guys are crazy." and making them question their very own hearing 😭😭 they think it might be stand thing but little do they know its just because you've witnessed all their downfalls and decided to be nice to them for a lil bit
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