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Shikanoin Heizou!! For art class :>

no because someone on tiktok said ''should've been me'' by mitski fits kazuha and tomo very well. im going to start violently crying.

💖🍁Maple Moon🍁💖

This is a Kazuha x Reader fanfic/fluff I made for @ticklish-n-stuff that revolves around receiving birthday tickles. (Happy very belated Birthday honey)

Kazuha x reader (romantic) [platonic if you really squint]

Ler!Kazuha Lee!Reader Gen-neutral reader 1,889 words

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It was sunny and warm. Today was your birthday of all days. You had found yourself lost in what to do. Having wanted to find a place of solace to relax, you make your way down past the trees, taking a breath in to enjoy the scent of nature and the comfort of the sun's rays. 

“I heard it was your birthday today”

A collected and warm voice sounds from behind you. You’d know that voice anywhere.

“Kazuha? What brings you here?”

You ask, turning to face the samurai who stood before you. His eyes crinkle slightly at the corners as he smiles and nods to acknowledge you. Walking closer, he makes his voice softer, just like the breeze that faintly tickles at your skin, answering you with his presence and a long-winded question of his own. 

“I just so happen to have a very keen sense of hearing. My ears pick up all sorts of sounds: the wind through the mountain passes, the parting clouds, the sound of foxes chewing on apples in the forest. This has allowed me to sense danger long before it has drawn near. It also has allowed me to overhear the hushed desires of your heart.”

There’s a pause between the two of you; the midday sun reflecting rays down on you both. Kazuha moves to stand in the way of the light, shielding you with his shadow before he continues. The daylight makes his hair glow, the small red streak almost blazing in the sun; The small bits of metal he carries on his person also sparkle. You can’t help but indulge yourself in staring, as he continues to speak. 

“Several pardons for the overhearing. That being said,  I’d like to make those desires of yours come true, that is, if you’re willing to allow me”

All you could do was stare, stunned at the swordsman in front of you. You were admittedly distracted. You had forgotten you were murmuring about your desire to be tickled on your special day. There’s no way he heard you murmur to yourself about wanting traces and tummy tickles of all things …right? After all, you'd be so embarrassed if he did…

Slightly flustered, you decide you can’t make him wait much longer for an answer, even though Kazuha was the type to wait for anyone. 

“…you don’t have to “

“Ah, but I want to.”

Kazuha softly interjects, reassuring and shutting down any self-doubt you had. His eyes are pure, full of patience and acceptance, encouraging you to ask for what you really would like on your special day of birth.  

Finding yourself looking at the ground, you can't help but smile. Already feeling loved by how Kazuha speaks to you, It takes you several moments, but due to Kazuha's acceptance and patience, you find yourself comfortable enough to ask for what you actually want today. To be loved… and of course, to be tickled.  

“Then, Kazuha… can you give me traces …and tickle me; Please?”

At your shy request, the samurai’s smile extends to his eyes. He gently takes hold of your shoulders with a reassuring squeeze, his plain and bandaged thumbs rubbing over each of them in a reassuring, comforting fashion.  

Kazuha's fingers glide down your skin, tracing from your shoulders down to your elbows. His thumbs gently dip into the bend of your arm. The pull of his fingers on the back of your elbows guides you to step closer to him. It’s almost romantic how gentle he is, the warrior criminally beautiful bathed in the sun. Ah, you’re distracted again…

“Why, of course. Just be warned, I’m quite… thorough when it comes to fulfilling a promise for ones I treasure as much as the moon itself.”

He  answers, both amused yet eager to continue once you give the okay

“Are you sure you’re ready, little moon?”

Flattered yet confused, you can’t help but ask what he had meant.

“Little moon?”

“Mm, I feel that the luminescence of the moon, its charming glow, and beautiful phases seem to suit you. This side of you you’re sharing with me right now, full of vulnerability and bravery is a phase of you I’d like to experience again.”

Kazuhas hums. His hands, already at your elbows, now slide down your forearms to your wrists. For what’s only a second, his fingers curl around your wrists in a loose, claw-like hold, allowing the nails of his left hand to trace the sensitive skin on the inside of your wrist. As the fleeting moment passes, he takes your hands into his.  Your fingertips being held by both of his. He rubs his thumb along the joints of your fingers. 

“So then, let us move a bit deeper into this tranquil forest, away from that of the wandering eye, little moon” 

Kazuha answers, a smile heard within his tone as he lifts your hand to his lips, placing a gentlemanly chaste kiss on your skin before gently letting go, his other hand holding onto your free one, intertwining his fingers with yours as you both travel a bit deeper into the forest.

“This scenery is wonderful... Surely enough to convince anyone to become a wanderer”

Kazuha softly interjects, his voice breaking the silence of the wind, speaking not to just himself, but to the forest around you both.

As you both walk deeper into the forest, you can feel Kazuha squeeze your hand, rubbing his thumb along the back for reassurance. Eventually, the woods begin to thin out, and the two of you walk into a bright open clearing with a quiet stream that runs through the middle. It’s bright and warm, much like his hand…

“This is one of my favorite places to be. In the fall, the maple trees look like amber and honey, like a fire next to the sky. Come with me”

You find yourself being guided to a large smooth rock, big enough for the both of you. Kazuha pats the warm stone with his hand, guiding you to sit next to him. Gosh, he smells like fresh grass and the open air. He looks so at peace here with you. You wonder what it would be like to hug him…

“Clear weather all around brightens the heart”

Oh, right, he was talking, you were too focused on his hand in yours

“My dear moon, I cannot wait to hear the melody of your laughter. Tell me, traveler…”

Kazuha starts, sliding his hand from yours, tracing his bandaged hand up and down the skin of your arm. 

“Your spirit seems to be the protective kind. Is your …tummy what’s ticklish the most? You’ve been shrinking away despite having been so brave as to make your birthday wish to me.”

He coos, his reddish eyes pouring deep into your own. His bandaged hand moves across your shoulders rubbing back and forth across your upper back

”There is no need to be embarrassed. It’s admirable and an honor that you’re able to trust me. I like frank people because we can freely speak our minds to one another. There is no need to hide anything that you wish to say. I hear the voices of all things in nature, and that includes yours.”

He continues while soothing you, getting you used to his touch. Gently, he pulls you in for a side hug while you focus on the river in front of you. You can feel him close to you, his thumb on your shoulder

“Like this”

He speaks, just above a whisper, guiding you to lay across his lap, tummy up. Your head resting on the rock. You feel him shift, taking off the top layer of his haori coat. He folds it and gently lifts your head, placing it underneath. You find yourself raising your arms by your head slightly, wordlessly asking for him to hold your wrists. Being the observant man he is, Kazuha notices and guides your wrists above your head. 

“May I?”

At the nod of your head, Kazuha's fingers wrap around both of your wrists as you lay sprawled out over his lap. He starts slow and teasing, tracing swirls and patterns over your ribs and tummy to build suspense. 

“There are leaves around — and I know just the tune to accompany them, if you wish to hear it. …that tune being your laughter~”

Kazuha interjects into the open air, whispering the last line close to your ear. His laugh tickles your skin, your smile widening, only for you to gasp when his fingers slide under your shirt to scribble at your ribs. 

Your breath hitches, and your smile stretches wide as giggles begin to spill from your lips. His grip on your wrists firmly presses you down into the fabric of his coat

“You’re a cute little one; This is quite fun. Your smile is as beautiful as the moon”

He muses, a smile evident in his voice. You can feel your face grow hot, only to squeal when his fingers move down to your tummy

“Oh my. Little Moon likes this spot, do they?”

Kazuhas scribbles turn to circular traces around your navel while you giggle and nod. His swirling gets faster as he gets closer to your navel. The swordsman giggles alongside you and looks down at you in adoration. When fingers scratch at the entrance to your navel, you jolt slightly, causing him to chuckle again, sliding his finger in. The samurai works with precision and care, wiggling and pressing against your belly button over and over as laughter starts to make you lightheaded. The only thing you’re able to focus on is giggles along with your own

“Hehehe tickle tickle tickle!~”

You find yourself squealing with delight, kicking and squirming, unable to break free. Kazuha watches your reactions the entire time, making sure not to push you too far, while also making you dizzy with joy. Just when you’re aware that he’s stopped, you feel his lips against your tummy. Before you can reply, he blows a very long raspberry into your skin. The buzzing causes you to shriek and try to curl up. Only then does he lean back, still holding your wrists while you catch your breath. 

Once you look a bit more aware, he leans over you, placing a kiss on your forehead and sliding something into your hands before leaning back and letting go. When you look, it’s a red braided bracelet with little maple leaf charms. Before you can express your gratitude, Kazuha begins to speak. You sit up, interrupting him with a hug. 

“I felt like something made from the heart would be a better g- oof! Hahaha, I take it you like it then?”

Kazuha chuckles softly as his voice lifts into question with a smile full of mirth. His arms returned the hug, his hold protective.

“Oh Kazuha, of course, I love it.”

You reply as you hug him. His soft hair against your face, his body warm and cozy. You could almost cry. When you pull away from the hug, kazuhas hands rest on your biceps. He looks surprised at first, noting the tears of joy in your eyes. Then, he smiles

“Happy birthday my little moon”

Kazuha replies, lifting his hand to your face. His thumb brushed away the tear. 

You were warm, you were happy, and you felt loved. A happy birthday indeed. 

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my baby boy kazuha came home on the 50/50 i'm so happy

so to celebrate i drew my leafy baby

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Serving size- 1.7k

Nutritional facts- Vampire AU + a hit of Modern AU + Gn! Reader

Allergy warring- blood, slightly suggestive, cursing, childe is referred to as both ajax and childe

Overview- genshin boys blood preference + them feeding of you for the first time

Contents- albedo,kazuah,childe

Instructions- best read in dark mode

Formula- headcanons + a dash of drabbles

Event masterlist🦇 〢main masterlist 🦴〢Next

Albedo

⥽🏮First off would he even tell you?

Yes, this wouldn’t find any reason to not tell you. I mean what is he going to do just hide blood bags from you forever? You’re bound to find out sooner or later so he sees no point in keeping it from you.

⥽🏮How does he get blood?

Although he’s quite aware blood tastes better straight from the source he’d rather drink mediocre blood than harass a random stranger, has artificial blood it doesn’t taste the best but it doesn’t really matter seeing as he drinks to live and not to taste, well I mean that is until he meets you.

⥽🏮 blood preference

Doesn’t mind drinking from blood bags he’s been doing it for most of his life, Bedo honestly doesn’t have that much of a preference but if on the rare occasion he had to choose his favorite blood type would be A positive like I said he doesn’t really mind any blood type but he’d rather not drink B positive, and he really does not understand the whole hype around drinking rare blood types but does share the belief that blood tastes better from the source. He thinks drinking blood from the source is 9/10 immoral and rather disgusted from drinking from an animal

⥽🏮First time feeding off you.

Quite the predicament he got himself into, he was hungry and the next blood supply was until next week. How could he have been so careless? But you were right there outside his office door maybe just one sip, no he can’t he’s better than this of course but then came a loud knock on the door with a familiar voice.

“Bedo! Bedo open the door,please?”

“No, I told you to stay outside of the office didn’t I?”

“Yes but- you know what I’m coming in.”

“[name] do no-”

Words cut off by the slamming off the door he specifically told you not to open, your eyes glance over him with a slightly annoyed face and blonde wisps over his bare face and braid messily done. Admiring his appearance and sliding next to him.

“Is it my words weren’t clear enough for you to hear me?”

“No, I heard I just didn’t want to sit outside the door while my boyfriend is sitting alone in pain.”

“It’s not that bad.”

“It is, now here.”

You shift your shirt slightly off your shoulders revealing your collar bone, he knew what you were trying to insulate you couldn’t make it more obvious, he didn’t want to do it but you were right in front of him and oh so close.

“[name] I’m not going to.”

“Bedo, please.”

“No.im no-”

“For archons sakes!”

Startled by the sudden hands grasping his hair on forcing his fangs to skin into your soft skin, he wanted so much to stop drawing blood from you but mouthwatering liquid dripping from your collarbone that was trickling into his mouth was delightful, it didn’t hurt fact you kind of liked the sensation but as soon as you started to get familiar with the tingling feeling traveling threw your body making your eyes to flutter it stopped, why?

“I- I’m sorry, I lost control and-”

“It’s fine bedo it didn’t hurt, in fact, I kinda liked it.”

“Oh, so that’s the case?”

Eyes staring right at your figure with an ever so menacing look, you don’t know what you were in for, but it was something, surely something.

Childe

⥽🏮would he even tell you?

He would try and keep it from early on in the relationship, but would eventually tell once he knows for sure he can trust you with that information, don’t get me wrong it’s not that he doesn’t trust you it’s about how much you trust him.

⥽🏮How does he get blood?

Kidnapping, look ok I know it sounds bad but this man just absolutely despises blood bags. he‘s so picky with his blood too like if you are not dressed a certain way or your blood doesn’t flow through your veins like he wants he would not even consider drinking from you if he was starving to death.

⥽🏮 blood preference

You would think he would be stuck up about it and only drink AB negative, but no he’s just picky there’s a difference! His favorite blood type is b negative but he absolutely can not stand RH negative and like albedo does not understand the hype around ab negative. Speaking about what he likes drinking from, he shares the popular belief that blood tastes better from the source, disgusted by blood bags and even more disgusted about drinking from an animal

⥽🏮First time feeding off you.

Your husband was no stranger to having to get up at 3 in the morning to do something he really would rather not do you knew this, but this specific pattern of getting out of bed only when in sept like you were asleep was extremely irregular even for childe. I mean who just gets up in the middle of the night then comes back 2 hours later. Well, you were about to find out, it's not as if you didn't trust your husband or something it's that you wanted him to trust you with whatever he’s hiding from you.

So you were going to do the obvious thing and catch him in the act, and well the man was caught red-handed, to say the least, no like literally there’s blood on his hands and his mouth what the fuck.

“Ajax is that…?”

“Look I know it looks bad but I was on a mission a- and”

“So mission huh? That definitely explains the blood in your mouth and you go out at the exact same time and only when im asleep right?”

“I know, but I swear it wasn’t anything that bad, trust me, love.”

“Don’t love me, look ajax if you’re not going to trust me why should I trust you?”

“Ah, well your right I guess it’s time to tell you.”

“Waiting?”

“Im, a vampire.”

“That’s all?”

“I mean yeah, what else would there be?”

“Oh thank archons, I thought you were cheating on me.”

“Love what? I would never do that not even I was held at gunpoint!”

“Well, im glad to know it was nothing serious.”

What a nice moment between you too, carrying you up the stair and to your bedroom draping your figure onto the silk sheets. Childe positioned over your body starting at his features with anticipation.

“Can I?”

You nod your head in agreement with the statement he just made. His teeth submerging into your skin as if he’d tasted nothing better in his whole life, blood trickling down your throat. A sweet mixture of pleasure and pain, it was a long night, yeah let’s leave it at that.

Kazuha

⥽🏮would he even tell you?

Yep, 100x yep this man can’t stand keeping secrets from you and he also doesn’t see the point in not telling you if he’s going to spend the rest of his life with you, you need to know every secret about him.

⥽🏮How does he get blood?

Beido buys blood from him, he was a bit suspicious about the morals of how this blood was acquired but she assures him that everything was consensual. He thinks it tastes fine and would rather drink it than accidentally harm someone He’s picky but the type he likes isn’t rare so it’s not much of a problem.

⥽🏮 blood preference

Picky but not anywhere near to as childe, if you give him something he doesn’t like he’ll normally just wait for beido to buy sum’ more but if he needs it he’ll drink it. His favorite blood type is o positive which is great for him since its the most common one-time beido offered to for him to drink her blood and that is how he found out he really dislikes A negative quite immoral to just drink from random humans especially when it’s not consensual and he just can’t stand the taste of animal blood.

⥽🏮First time feeding off you.

Knowing that Kazuha was a vampire wasn’t a big deal for you, stirring the pot of food wondering about what even has changed, oh right the most that changed is probably just your cooking habits but besides from that everything was the same. There was something that didn't bother per say but you always wondered about-

“Zuha’ love, can you come in the kitchen for a sec?”

“Mhm sure.”

As soon as you spoke you could hear the familiar footsteps of the man you love, you were about to ask him a question that had been on your mind for the last month.

“so, is there something you need dove?”

“no, not necessarily I just wanted to ask you a question, is that all right?”

“Ask away.”

“So u- Uhm why do you never drink from me is it like my blood tastes weird or?”

“Oh, well I wasn't expecting that. I thought you never wanted to since you never asked, would you like me to?”

“Mhm!”

If Kazuha knew you would have that look on your face when he was about to drink from you he’d of done it much sooner, and there his canines digging into the side of your shoulder as the red liquid hit his tongue, he’s never tasted anything better, screw any other blood type yours is the best by far. Oh, how he just never wanted to stop the tension of your skin and his teeth but there was an issue why are your eyes fluttering like that?

“Sorry, I didn't realize I was taking that much forgive me, are you ok?”

“Im fine love! Just a bit light-headed, you should do that more often.”

“I would love to dear, by the way, what are you making it smells good.”

FALLEN LEAVES, ADORN MY NIGHT 🍁

He’s so precious!!!, GOODLUCK TO ALL KAZUHA WANTERS AND MAY KAZUHA HAVERS GAIN CONS !! (very very VERY edible artwork😋😋 ty for this)

one with the wind 🍁

Kazuha: May I have a moment alone with him?

Nahida: Of course

Kazuha: Thank you

[Nahida leaves]

Kazuha: Listen you faker I know you're not really in a coma

Scaramouche, opening his eyes: Yeah no shit -

anyway, kazuha rerun. My depression will (HOPEFULLY) be over in like 3 days so

hello ! for the 300 followers event, could i get a vanilla jelly (kazuha) with cereal and biscuits ? for extras, they can either be at one of inazuma's piers after kazuha comes back from a bad storm, or at inazuma city, where sara just committed the kazuha friend thing... to kazuha :'b thank you, and congrats on 300 followers !!

thank u anon! i sort of twisted the the two options instead, i hope that's alright :)

request; kazuha angst, sacrifice, together in the rain

cw; angst, major character death, spoilers for kazuha's backstory

please reblog ! it helps a lot :)

kazuha.

lightning streaks through the stormy clouds, a jagged flash of blinding white threatening to rip the sky in half. rain pours down mercilessly from the heavens, almost seeming furious with the intensity with which they sting your sky, blurring your vision as you clutch your sword tightly. the wooden planks of the dock beneath you creak loudly, appearing ready to crack underfoot from how much they've rotted over time. kazuha's white hair with its familiar vein of red stands out against the darkness surrounding you both, giving you the impression of an angel as he looks out the monstrous waves crashing repeatedly onto the shore with an indescribable expression. "we're finally leaving," he says, unperturbed by the strength of the wind howling around the two of you. his hand still aches from the burn he received from his friend's dying vision, that much you can tell from how he keeps it sheathed in the soft material of his clothes. yet suddenly, he pushes you aside and tilts his head, just in time for an arrow to go whizzing past both of you, so close it nearly grazes your arm. kazuha sighs, eyes beginning to gleam as red as rubies in the inky night, "i should have known the shogun wouldn't let our passage be that easy."

the two of you whip your weapons out, though you don't miss how kazuha winces, his hand still hurting from the injury. "leave them to me, 'zuha. get on the boat," you instruct, gesturing to the small boat besides you that's rocking violently from the motion of the waves. your boyfriend's expression tenses, "no, i can't do that! i'm not going to leave you here!" you lean closer to him, cupping his face with one hand while the other grips the hilt of your sword tightly. searching his coppery eyes, you press a kiss against his lips, "i love you, 'zuha. and you know me, i'll find a way to you." kazuha's gaze meets yours as raindrops soak his face and trickle down his cheeks, mimicking the tears he never lets fall no matter how much he mourns, and he whispers so softly you can barely catch it over the sound of thunder cracking, "i don't want to lose anyone anymore." "you won't be losing me, 'zuha. c'mon, don't you believe in how you taught me to fight?" you chuckle, nuzzling against his cheek to try a coax a smile out of him, even as the sound of the kanjobugyo draws ever closer. "please, come back to me," he murmurs under his breath, cursing his wound a million times over and hoping against hope that you'll succeed and somehow make it back to him in one piece, "i love you." "i promise, and i love you too, kazuha. now go!" you kiss him once more, embracing the passion and urgency of the action before running off with a wave. kazuha can only watch helplessly as you run off into the fray, his little boat set to sail away into the intimidating ocean from the force with which you kicked it after untying the thread docking it to the pier.

"y/n, you have committed severe treachery against inazuma. surrender immediately, and your punishment will be lessened," the voice of kujou sara states coolly, one hand caressing her sword. "bla bla bla, whatever. i'm not planning on surrendering anytime soon," you retort, "plus, isn't surrendering going against inazuma's entire principle of eternity?" sara's eyes widen slightly at your impertinence, but she quickly schools her expression back into one of normalcy, "where is kaedehara kazuha? he has been declared a wanted criminal." "kazuha? oh, he's long gone," you curl your lips into a smirk as surprise washes over her face from your lie. you just need to stall long enough for kazuha to get away, that's it. "that means he has disobeyed the sakoku decree, and you too are guilty for assisting him. upon being taken into custody, you will be separated from your vision per the orders of the immortal shogun," sara quickly says, her gaze darting to the gleaming vision at your hip. your sword glitters as you infuse it with elemental energy and prepare yourself for a battle, "aw, that isn't very nice of her, is it? giving the gift of a vision only to take it away. rather rude, if you ask me." "y/n, you don't have to do this. if you submit to us and hand over your vision, we don't need to resort to violence," sara gives one final attempt at neutralising the situation, but you aren't changing your mind. from your peripheral vision, you realise that kazuha's boat isn't visible anymore, which means he should be in international waters by now, where the laws of inazuma are no longer applied. whispering a silent prayer up to celestia, you beam, "i'm not going down without a fight. if you want my vision, come and get it." and as a dozen kanjobugyo soldiers rush at you, you know there's no chance you're getting out of here alive, so you're left with nothing to do except offer an apology to kazuha for breaking your promise and toss your vision into the air with all your strength - even in your last moments you refuse to let the tyrannical ruler win.

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kazuha's sitting down in his boat, enjoying the peace of the sunny day that has come after the horrific storm, although there's a knot in his stomach he can't quite quell, no matter how much he tries to stay positive. his mind keeps wandering to thoughts of you and your safety, even as he tries to think about how much fun he'll have when you meet him in liyue. at least until something drops out of the sky into his lap, and when he sees what it is his heart sinks into his chest. it's a vision which he instinctively knows is yours, but would have recognised anyway from the initials you carved onto the corner. it's truly a miracle it managed to reach him, like your dying wish had propelled its energy all the way across the sea. almost as if it knows it has reached its target, the vision fizzles softly, sparks flying off it as the colour begins to fade.

and that's when kazuha finally lets himself cry, because he knows you'll never come back to him now.

quill speaks !

hahaha,,,, haha,,,, pain.

pls for some reason i rlly like this??? like i could imagine it when i was writing it and i had a lot of fun doing this request KSJKDSK thats prolly why its so long T_T also i didn't know where to break up the paragraphs so apologies for the huge walls of text LOL

but yes anon i hope u liked how i wrote it !!! :D

and fyi this is a queued hiatus post :)

anyways i hope you enjoy your stay at quill’s dessert cafe, and do check out the menu if you'd like ! 🍭

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..nah bruv i cant i- WHO HURT YOU OML I COULD FEEL THROUGH THE WORDS I- ESPECIALLY ALBEDOS PART ON LIKE HOW LIKE YK HUMAN I- I CANT TALK PROPERLY ANYMORE YOUVE MADE ME SPEECHLESS THIS IS SO GOOD

(Part 2): So Close, Yet So Far

Notes: Part two of the first part. Idk this felt kinda lacking but I enjoyed writing it anyways. Might move on to fluff if I'm in a good mood. Drop some suggestions :)

Summary: They’re always away and work seemingly became more important than their time with you.

Characters: Albedo, Thoma, Gorou, Aether, Kazuha

Warning/s: Some lore spoilers? Graphic mentions of death on Gorou’s part.

Themes: Angst, Breakup, No Comfort, Gender Neutral Reader

Part 1: (here)

Aftermath: Closure Pt. 2

Albedo

‘Be patient with him’ is what you always tell yourself as you follow Albedo up the mountain for another excursion to Dragonspine for who knows what and archons know what for. You hadn’t known what you were setting yourself up for when you decided to pursue a relationship with the very handsome but very stand-offish alchemist from the Knights of Favonius. True, your relationship with him had its very sweet moments of cooking with him and him sketching you, but those were rare and hard to come by- especially from Albedo. Part of it was the fact that he was not human and his pursuit of understanding also included human emotion which made it difficult to discern whether or not his sweet words and gentle manner were genuine or a form of fabrication for his studies. Sometimes he’d even use you for his experiments; odd contraptions strapped to your head, shivering in his open lab in Dragonspine, drinking odd concoctions that you fear may kill you.

It’s worth it, you’d always think when you see Albedo’s eyes shine and his lips curl into a smile when he discovers something new or if his hypothesis is correct. It’s worth it if it meant that you were making Albedo happy; even if it meant that you yourself had never felt more unloved.

‘Be patient with him’ drained the life out of you each time you asked if Albedo wanted to go out somewhere with you, but he would say ‘no’ and say, ‘I’m busy’. It drained you as you watched him react more to his experiments than when being with you. It drained you when you’d get your hopes up as Albedo called for you only for the same hope to be crushed when it was for a lab test.

“Albedo, can we please do something nice for once? You’re always working, and I want to spend some time alone with you.” You said as you stood at the foot of his lab when he called you in for help with another experiment.

“Well, we’re spending some time alone right now.” He said as you listened to the clink of test tubes for a potion he was going to make you drink.

“I’m serious, Bedo.” You said, crossing your arms from the cold and irritation. Albedo glanced at you and saw your annoyed expression but still turned away.

“I have a hard time understanding what you want from me, Y/N,” He said, setting down his clipboard, his back still turned and attention drawn away.

“Of course you don’t. You wouldn't understand how I’d feel anyways,” You said. “You’re not human.” As soon as the words came out of your mouth, you looked up to see Albedo staring at you blankly. Through the trick of the eye, the corners of his lips twitched and his hands formed into a fist. You half expected him to be upset with you while the other half expected him to be upset with himself. But he showed no emotion as you two stared. It was too late for you to take your words when you realized you meant what you said- as hurtful as it was, your patience with him ran thin and you were tired of pretending the lack of intimacy was acceptable- even for Albedo. And so, you wordlessly turned to leave him alone in his cold, open lab. As he watched you leave, he knew it was a sign your fleeting relationship was done; but Albedo felt something prickling in his skin.

‘Strange. This isn’t what cold feels like.’ It was different. It was hot, searing, and burning. Gradual, slow and torturous that it felt intentional. It ran from his chest and pulsed throughout his skin. Something within him ached so terribly as he tried so desperately to find a cure for this ravenous madness that made him drag himself and heave across the table. Your expression is what got him- the shock in your face when you said what you said but the immediate switch to emptiness- the way he recognized was the same expression he wore around you. Worst of all were your words echoing throughout his mind. You’re not human.

“Is this… what they call heartache?” Intense was the word Albedo was looking for. In your entire relationship, he felt some form of intensity, the giddiness when you stroked your hand through his hair or gave him compliments for his work- but nothing was comparable to the pain that coursed through him right now. He knew he wasn’t human, but why does he feel so alive? Why is his hollow shell suddenly flooding with so many things he couldn’t possibly understand? Then he remembers you. You were loving, your gestures so unfeigned and manners so human- something Albedo couldn’t understand yet but longed for- more so now than he had ever had.

“Y/N, it hurts,” He says as he grabs at his head and whispers into the table. Hot tears stream from his eyes, a new trick so foreign to him that he feels like a child discovering what it’s like to feel empathy. Something real. And he had never felt more real, more human, when he was with you. You had taught him the euphoria of what it means to have human emotion, the joy that comes with love, and the utter devastation when Albedo finally discovered what it meant, what it felt, to have someone you love tear away at you like a pack of wolves. To be exposed to the raw emotions that was heartbreak. It hurt so much but he loved it.

He loved you.

“It hurts, Y/N,” Albedo called to you smiling, as if announcing a groundbreaking discovery of the century. He needed you now more than ever- not for experiments, not for confirmation of theories, he needed you. To tell you what he felt, what you made him feel, how good it was no matter the hurt. But it was too late. You had given him everything he needed to know about connections and bonds and the joy that came with them- yet you had no love left to give him. He would destroy the world to get it back if it meant the pain would stop. If it meant he’d start over and give you the love you deserve.

Thoma

Thoma was the perfect lover; the man every parent wished for their child, the man every grandparent loved having over, the man others would kill for but Thoma would discourage them. You don’t know how lucky you found yourself when Thoma bashfully gave you a plate of tricolor dango he made by himself as a way to ask you out. Your relationship was seen by others as more than perfect, more than beautiful. Prying eyes would watch as Thoma would hold the umbrella over your head and give you his coat on a rainy day as you two walked down the street; Inazuman girls would seethe with jealousy as Thoma would plant a kiss on your forehead in front of them, his smile bursting wide when you’d return in; the older women in town would compliment you both and ask about marriage, children and the works while you two would turn red and look away in embarrassment at the questions. Everyone on the outside thought you two were perfect.

You knew a little differently. No relationship was perfect. Each one had cracks and problems as every relationship would. You and Thoma rarely argued and it was mostly for something small and insignificant like who forgot to do the laundry, but nothing big ever happens. In fact, every squabble always ends with an apology. The only problem you two had was work. Thoma was almost always busy working for the Kamisato Clan and sure, you had your fair share of labor, but sometimes it was getting ridiculous.

At first you didn’t mind- you understood how the Kamisato siblings relied their trust on Thoma and you admired it even. Some things about his work however drew the line when you would be left alone in the middle of the street, waving half-heartedly goodbye to your lover as he is called in for another commission. Most tea dates you two had at Komore Tea House were with Ayaka and you grew to be friends with the girl- but you sometimes felt like a third wheel between them. Sometimes you would wake up in the middle of the night to Thoma hastily leaving to do something for the Estate. Hell, the only real dates you two ever had were doing chores around the Estate’s yard and Inazuma. You were getting tired. You spent little to no time with Thoma; despite how loving he was, how caring and generous and perfect, you can’t help but feel unloved if he dedicated his time to someone that wasn’t you. As selfish as that may have sounded, the issue has drawn on for too long.

While the crickets chirped silently, your hand in Thoma’s as you two walked to the Estate for the eighth time this week. The atmosphere made it feel like you two were out for a nice walk, when in fact, you were out to do another commission. Thoma noticed your tightening grasp on his hand as he stopped to look at you.

“Is there anything bothering you, Y/N?” Your fear of losing him bubbled in your chest and you wanted nothing more than for you to be able to express yourself without prying eyes and listening guards. This seemed to be the perfect time to do so.

“If you had to choose me, or the Kamisato Clan, who would you prioritize?” You asked, chest rising and falling as you watched Thoma struggle to say something. You should’ve worded it differently, but you had already given him the ultimatum and his answer was clear. You nodded and lowered your head, hearing Ayaka call out to him from a distance. Thoma pulled you close but you didn’t move, savoring the last time you might ever be this close to him.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” was all Thoma could say, his voice and body shaking. Before he could do anything else, you buried your head in his neck and whispered,

“I don’t think I can do this anymore, Thoma.” finally looping your hands around his waist. I need more time, I can’t let you go. “I love you, but I can’t…” You wondered if you were being selfish- if you were willing to sacrifice such a loving man and a wonderful relationship because you felt unfulfilled. Maybe you were, but Thoma only pulled you closer, and you, for the first time in your relationship, withdrew from him. Hearing Ayaka call out to him once more, Thoma didn’t stir and only held onto your wrist, eyes begging for you to stay. But you stepped back and looked at him pitifully.

“I think someone else needs you right now.” You said, stepping back again. “Goodbye, Thoma.” While you turned to leave, you glanced back to see his figure fading away to the Kamisato Estate. What you didn’t know is that Thoma was the one to need you this time. His heart aching at your words, the realization finally hitting him that you had felt so unloved. He remembers the days you would soothe his joints and muscles, make him lunches on days and dinner by nights, the way you would nod understandingly as he ranted and raved about his day. You’ve given him your time and company, while he returned it by not doing the same. Thoma turned around to find you gone and wanted so badly to get you back. But work called for him, and you had already left. If only his loyalty would favor you, but in the end, you had been the second option.

Gorou

Gorou had always been busy; now more than ever with the civil war that’s been rampaging Inazuma. You did what you could to help with the Resistance and Gorou was extremely grateful for you. You could see the toll it took on him to lead an Army and at the same time handle everything else with their excellent strategist, Divine Priestess Kokomi. You encouraged him to take breaks with you once in a while, but his stubbornness persisted, and he would work day and night to ensure swift victories against the Shogun’s Army.

It was only when he would lose sleep over worrying about the latest advancements and number of casualties did you really start to worry. Gorou would be up late into the night and well into the evening, hunched over a map, his ears twitching in annoyance and even your massages wouldn’t be enough to soothe his tense muscles. On times he would relent and take calming breaks with you, he would be immediately ordered to the front lines by Kokomi or other soldiers, and they would have to apologize on his behalf.

“Gorou, I know we need to win this war, but I think you’ll perform better if you take a little rest.” You said as you watched your lover fit into his armor. “Come, have some tea with me.”

“I can’t right now, Y/N, Her Excellency is calling me up to help and you know I can’t pass up this opportunity to gain some sort of foothold against the Shogunate Army.” It was hard to convince him not to leave, even harder to make him rest. But he needed to do what had to be done. You had no choice but to let him go.

“Alright, I’ll be having tea out near the shores.” You said, wishing him good luck as Gorou plants a soft kiss on your cheek and storms off. “Be safe, Gorou.” The waters of Inazuma’s beaches were always your favorite- soft sands meeting the rolling waves clear enough that you could see the eels, crabs and shells from below. Nothing could disturb your peace. Not long after you set up the tea table on the beach, you notice a group of the Shogun’s army nearing your spot. Strange, you think, they’re beyond enemy lines. Calm and composed, you only watch as the soldiers circle you.

“What seems to be the issue?” You ask, your heart racing in fear.

“You’re the lover of the Resistance Army’s general.” One soldier said, pointing a spear at you. “Comply now if you know what’s best for you.” Slowly, you sipped your tea and looked at the men that surrounded you, weapons in hand ready to fight. You yourself had no vision and were willing to fight until the end- if it meant that you would be of help to Gorou.

“I have no Vision to surrender, nor do I have any intentions of giving out any secrets for you.” You said, setting down your cup as the men stepped forward. “But if you must do what you need to, make sure the news reaches enemy lines. Tell them General Gorou is out for revenge.”

That night, the mood in the camp was unusually depressing for the Resistance Army camp as the soldiers pushed at each other when General Gorou came in from another surge. He ordered for his men to send the injured to the infirmary and once he arrived there, there was no need for his soldiers to tell him what had happened.

There lying lifeless on a bamboo mat was you- eyes closed, mouth parted slightly as if you were deep into sleep. But you neither moved nor was your heartbeat present in your chest. Gorou stopped in his tracks as his soldiers could do nothing but watch him crumple into a wailing mess beside you. You lay unmoving. The others did their best to clean you- under your fingers were the sands you spent your days on, sea water dried on your skin and blood clung to your shirt and face. Yet Gorou couldn’t help but smile through the tears. You look as beautiful as ever, Y/N.

“What is the meaning of this!?” He yelled, grabbing your cold hands. “Why wasn’t anyone with them!?” Gorou realized how odd that may have sounded- he was the one that should have been with you because you called him out there. He should have protected you, but he didn’t show, he never does. Now you’re dead and he feels as if your blood was on his hands.

“I should’ve been with them…” For weeks, Gorou has led the Resistance Army to push on, keep fighting, to end this once and for all. It’s not what you would have wanted but if it weren’t for this damned war, you would have still been alive. It was a comfort to Gorou to know that he’s fighting in your name, slaughtering soldiers left and right and exhausting what’s left of the energy he thinks should have been spent with you. He kept your word unknown to him- that he seeks revenge for what the enemy has done to you. Even he knows deep in his mind that you would disprove of his actions; it was too late for that now if you weren’t by his side to tell him it’s ok to stop fighting.

Aether

Aether is always out into the world of Teyvat in his conquest to find answers, truth and especially his sister. You wonder sometimes if you are a factor that’s been holding him down or slowing his path even though he has reassured you countless of times that you aren’t. Still, it was hard not to tell yourself that you may be a burden when Aether’s strength and experience out in the world is vastly different from yours. After all, he wasn’t from this world. Yet you and the rest of the other nations held a lot of trust in Aether- too much trust in fact that your worry about him seemed to rival that. It was worrying because Aether never seemed to stop; always working, always fighting, always on the go to find some semblance about where his sister was or what she’s doing with the Abyss Order. Whether it be fighting an Old God or jumping from one dimension to another, Aether seemed to be everywhere except with you. Some things in his life you couldn’t understand, but you had faith in him and didn’t say anything else as you followed him throughout his journey. Even in places you can’t follow, you make sure to him that he always has a place to come home to in your arms.

That was until you notice something shift in him that worry only worsened. You knew deep down that he was getting tired of constantly being thrown around to help and expect to fix everything when really, all he wished for was to be reunited with someone he loved. You understood the bond he and his twin shared, something unbreakable, but sometimes you selfishly wished that Aether could stay with you a little longer. You loved him after all-, but doubt clung in your mind that maybe he didn't share the same love you had towards him. He would encounter you sometimes after a rough day, a rough week, a rough month even and you would greet him with open arms to tend to his wounds and feed him and Paimon until the next day he would leave, and you wouldn't know when he would come back. Sometimes you wished if he would settle in with you, give the adventure a break and calm down for a while- but before you could even bring it up, he would say that there is no home if his sister isn’t by his side. Then doubts would come to your mind again and you’d wonder if you were of any help to him at all.

When you had met Aether, you were a traveler yourself and a part of the Adventurer’s Guild. You had seen him talking with Katherine about another mission to some unknown land, and being one with an Adventurer’s heart, you volunteered yourself to be Aether’s companion. And because you wanted to know the famed Traveler from another world. After that, you found yourself growing closer with him when he shared his stories around Teyvat; how he fought with Stormterror, his spars with a Fatui Harbinger, and the simple quests of planting flowers in Dragonspine. You were intrigued and enthralled by all this and asked Aether if you could join his party. You have some experience in fighting and navigation and his little friend Paimon found it to be quite exciting. With a charming smile, Aether said yes and you two had been adventuring ever since.

It was amazing for a while- the thrill of it all, the experience you gained and the places you couldn’t dream of being in. For the longest time in your life, you felt happy, and you fell in love. It took a while for you to realize your feelings for the mysterious Traveler but once it became clear, your uncertainty only grew and your feelings along with it. You wanted nothing more than to settle down with him, but you knew in your heart that he has no intention of doing that until he finds his sister. With that you felt the need to push your feelings aside until it became unbearable. You wanted to stay with him but wanted to be far from him because your feelings overshadowed your willingness to keep going. One day, you’ve decided that it was time for your adventure to end.

“Aren’t you coming?” Aether asked as you two exited your home. You stopped at the door frame and looked at him sadly. He noticed your expression and pursed his lips. “Is everything okay, Y/N?” You wondered if it would be selfish of you to beg him to stay. One thing you admired so greatly about Aether was his selflessness, to put his needs aside if it meant if would help another. But you knew well that if he stayed, he would only be held down.

“Yes… I’m fine but, I think I’ll hold off on the commissions for a while.” You said, barely a whisper. Usually, Aether would convince you to come with him and tell you that you're a great help- but he only stepped closer and held out his hand.

“If you wish to see me again,” He said. “You know where to find me.” You nodded and held his hand in yours. Aether looked down at it and you could feel his fingers pulling away from your grip.

“Go find your sister.” Was all you said. With that, Aether nodded and ran. Only Paimon was the one to look back at you and wave goodbye. The only thing you could do was to cry silently and watch the man you loved go. It was clear from the start that his restlessness was unwavering, and he would stop at nothing to get back the only comfort of home he has known. That comfort wasn’t you, and you were more than happy to let Aether go even if it meant his love for you was as short lived as your time together.

Kazuha

You fell in love with Kazuha’s beautiful words and gentle manner. He was more than closed off when you met him on Captain Beidou’s ship, and you gathered little about this strange new individual. He was an outlaw of Inazuma, barely escaping the Shogun’s Army who was out to get him when he boarded the Alcor; now he recites poems whenever he can and warns the crew of coming storms. You were fascinated by him and listened when he would sit at the mast and recite his beautifully crafted poems. Once you asked him to recite one for you and you could see his eyes glimmer against the sunset when he would tell you about the rolling waves and the cradling breeze. After that, you found yourself talking more and more with the young samurai that the crew began to notice that they would pester and tease you about him. Kazuha only took note of that and made sure to make some of his poems about you. You were close enough now that Kazuha began to open up- about his past, his love of traveling, and the tragedy he has witnessed back at home and why he’s so adamant about never going back. You found yourself becoming conflicted then.

As much as you enjoyed seeing the world with Kazuha, you missed your home terribly. You missed being able to wake up to the gentle chirp of birds in the morning, the accessibility of food from the shops, the calmness of it all. As much as you loved the hectic anger of the sea or the pleasing calm that came with new places, you would love nothing more than to settle down with Kazuha. You wanted to spend the rest of your life with him; waking up to him in the morning, making food with him, the domesticity of it all. But you knew Kazuha- he wouldn’t give up his life of wandering for the world- even if that meant his entire world was you. Besides, he wasn’t ready to go back to normalcy when the only normal thing he had before his life now was of his friend- and staying in the place that took him away made Kazuha retract from conversations relating to it. Even when he had gotten closure from his quest to find a new wielder to his friend’s Vision- which had been him all along- he was more compelled to go out into the world and find life anew to erase the old memories once and for all.

When the Alcor finally docked on Inazuma after the borders opened up again, you were reluctant to leave but you knew in your heart that you belonged someplace else. Only when the ship set out to sea again did you see Kazuha clinging to the ends of the boat, yelling your name desperately as if you could only wave goodbye.

“I’ll come back to you, Y/N!” Was what you would hear time and time again. You cried at every sunset watching the Alcor leave while you and Kazuha watched each other wave goodbye until the other would fade from view. He would come and go- tell you stories about his latest travels and bring you things from around the world. Though his time was short lived, you savored every moment you could spend with him. But even though Kazuha kept his promise to return to you, you knew well that his heart was set out to sea, and you were tired of waiting for a day that would never come. One time when he had returned, you introduced him to your lover and you noticed Kazuha’s expression dropped as he excused himself to go help with unloading the shipments. Before you would go out into the docks to once again wave him goodbye, Kazuha wasn’t there to yell out your name. The next time you two had seen each other was months after the first time he wasn’t there to see you set him off.

“Why couldn’t you wait for me, Y/N?” Was the first thing Kazuha asked you once he stepped foot onto the harbor. You were surprised by this. You waited for months, years even, for the day that Kazuha may come home to you finally. Maybe it was the other way around- that he had waited for you to once again board the ship with him. But both of you knew you had separate lives to live.

“I did wait for you, Kazuha.” You said. “Our worlds are just too different.” Since then, you two only shared civil goodbyes as Kazuha watched you turn your back to go home while his heart ached as you were the first to stop waving. He watched your life unfold before him each time the Alcor docked on Inazuma- you had a lover, then you were married, then you had your first child. Kazuha knew by then that he had nothing to come home to. Even when you had been the closest thing he had to normalcy, the closest thing he had to home, you too had gone away from him.

Reblogging this to say good luck on your Kazuha pulls (I won my 50/50 for him, so gl to y'all!)

Kazuha art from a while ago! Still really happy with it.

Kazuha art from a while ago! Still really happy with it.