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I don't think I'm gonna finish this so I'm posting it unfinished, take Venti surrounded by the bodies of their children and holding their dull visions

A walk would be nice

A walk would be nice

Note: I am not a writer, this is simply just for fun or to pass the time. If I put the punctuation incorrectly, made spelling errors, bad grammar, or the format is off that is why.

Y/N for this story: Female

Warnings: Non since ya” ll ignore me

Contains: Fluff

You were walking back to Liyue to get a quick snack. It was a peaceful day, the sun was shining, the birds were singing, the flowers were blooming, on days like these you would be walking with your brother like you did before, but now it’s like a distant memory. You shook your head to get the image of your brother out of your mind and continued your way to Wanmin restaurant.

You saw a familiar figure talking to Xiangling and Gouba

“Ah! Zhong li”

You said with a surprised look

The three of them looked up and saw you

“Awh! Traveler, you’re here!”

“Yeah…I wanted to get a quick snack before I start my commissions”

“Well since you’re here I can take your order”

“Awh…thanks Xiangling”

“Eehe! No problem”

You ordered her special dish, she went inside and started cooking with gouba you looked at Zhong li and said your greetings to him

“Hey Zhong li, how have you been?”

“I have been well Y/n, I was just passing by but I saw my old friend and wanted to chat a little before I continued my walk…care to join me after your food is done?”

“I would love to!”

You said with a smile

He studied your beautiful brown eyes, your dark skin, and your messy yet beautiful hair, he coughed a little and smiled you smiled back and you two started talking after awhile Xiangling came out with your order

“Here you go Y/N”

“Oh…Thanks, Xiangling”

“Well...I need to go now I have a feeling XIngqiu is pranking Chon Yun again”

Xiangling let out a sigh and started jogging in the opposite direction. You laughed a little and offered Zhong Li to walk with him since you can spare a few minutes.

“Oh…very well then let us go”

You two walked and talked to one another while you take a few bites of your food you offered Zhong li some but he declined, you laughed at his flustered face and he just looked away

You both found yourselves at Bubu pharmacy, walking up the stairs, and then you stopped at the bridge near the waterfalls you both stopped and looked at the waterfalls listening to the water, hearing the birds sing, and enjoying the cold breeze blowing toward the both of you you both were silent sometimes hearing bites and chews from you since you were still eating.

“Hey, Y/n?”

“Hmmm?”

You looked at him while chewing your food trying not to speak with food in your mouth

“Can I have a bite of your food, maybe on bite wouldn’t hurt”

You beamed and giggled you handed your food to Zhong li and he took a bite

“hmm…it is delicious once I have enough mora I”ll buy two for the two of us”

You smiled at him and he smiled back, then he returned your food to you and you started eating again while watching the waterfall.

Then Zhong li heard Hu tao’s shout

“AIYA!! MR. ZHONG LIIIIIII!

“Hiiiya! It took me a while to find you!”

“Ah…Hu tao sorry I lost track of time”

“Hiiiya! Come on! I still need your help back at the funeral parlor”

“You go on ahead I will be there soon”

“Hmmmph…you better”

With a huff, Hu tao turned her back to Zhong li

“I-…I miss her too you know…it was hard to lead her to the afterlife so early”

And with that, she ran back to Bubu's pharmacy to wait for Zhong li there trying not to shed a tear.

Zhong li went out a loud sigh he looked next to him and looked at the food he bought on the railing of the bridge he grabbed it and reopened the wrapping revealing a small bite made by him…only him…..then he started walking towards the stairs then he heard your voice echoing behind him

“Zhong li thank you for taking me on this walk. I enjoyed your company. Let's do it again next time!”

He stopped and turned around only to see a butterfly fluttering around, he looked at the food that you offered him that day and he started eating it with tears coming down.

“…It doesn’t taste the same…”

You're all I need

Note: I am not a writer, this is simply just for fun or to pass the time. If I put the punctuation incorrectly, make spelling errors, Bad grammar, or the format is off that is why.

Y/N for this story: Female

Warnings: Little angst

Contains: Fluff, pet names, and a plot-twist

Diluc just got back from Angel's share he was tired and just wanted to go back home when he reached his house, he went straight to his bedroom but when he opened the door, he saw you on his bed reading a book.

“Y/N?”

You looked up from your book and looked at him

“Oh! Diluc you’re back!”

You greeted as you closed your book and got up from the bed

You walked towards him and gave him a peck on the cheek, he smiled to himself seeing you, your hair in a do-rag, your beautiful dark brown eyes, and your chocolate brown skin, and your adorable smile he couldn’t get enough of you.

“Hah…good to see you again my beloved”

He gave you a kiss on the forehead and wrapped his hand around your waist

“Ehehehe….so! how was work? Did anything happen? Did Kaeya, Venti or Rossaria do anything?”

You asked while he frowned a little

“I guess you already know how, Venti is he tried stealing another bottle of Dandelion wine…”

He said with an annoyed tone, you sighed and grabbed his coat and started taking it off.

“Anything else?”

You asked while you put his coat away

“Thankfully no after I kicked Venti out it was a rather peaceful night…that is until Kaeya came in and started annoying me”

He huffed in annoyance you giggled a little and grabbed his hand and signaled him to get on the bed he did so and you crawled behind him and untied his hair

“Lay down on my chest and you can keep talking “

“Oh! thank Barbatos, you are an absolute angel”

He stretched a little before slowly laying on your chest, when he finally settled on your chest, he let out a sigh of relief.

“So…what else happened?”

You asked while massaging his head

“Well while I was just minding my own business and then he started to talk to me even tho I am not even interested to talk to him”

And with that he ranted while you massaged his head and listening to him, it went for about 30 minutes and after he was done, he let out a groan and he closed his eyes for a while you were confused as to why he stopped.

“Diluc? Hon? Are you ok? Why did you stop are you ok? “

He opened his eyes and signaled you to look at him, you lowered your head to look at his red tired eyes.

“Come closer hun bun”

You lowered your head and he gave you a bunny kiss and giggled

“AH! PFttttt- eheheheheh…Diluc!”

“Ahhh…am sorry I couldn’t help it you looked so pretty”

The two of you laughed a while giving each other bunny kisses

After a while, he sat up and looked at you

“Hey, how can I return the favor.”

“OH! Urm…well-”

“You sound surprised? Did I say something wrong?”

“Oh no! Uh- not at all I was really surprised are you sure?”

“Yeah, like I said it’s the least I can do for always listening to me complain”

You thought about what you wanted from Diluc and you came up with an idea

“OOO! I know you can cuddle me by the fireplace like we used to do”

He nodded in agreement

“Ok then it’s settled”

You both went downstairs and Diluc started the fireplace you sat a little close to the fireplace once it was lit, and then Diluc ordered his maids and butler to leave you two alone and they obliged. After they left Diluc went to you and sat next to you.

“Come here, hun”

You scooted closer to him, so he was behind you this time and he wrapped his hands around you and placed his head at the crook of your neck and smelled your scent, a scent he dearly missed all-day-everyday. You chuckled at his actions and you started to rub his head while he relaxed.

“Hey…y/n?”

“Hm?”

“Thanks for putting up with me and my rantings, you don’t know how much it means to me.”

After he said that he kissed your neck and you blushed a little

“It’s ok am just glad you trust me enough to open up even if it’s just a little bit”

“Thank you… you're all I need I love you y/n”

His voice echoed again and again and again until it was just pitch black…then…silence...Diluc opened his eyes he found himself in bed he looked to the side and saw a picture of you on his pillow he sat up and grabbed the photo in his hands he felt warm tears dripping down his cheeks.

“*Hic*Please…*hic*my love…g-give me*hic*a sign*hic* I *hic* miss *hic* you….”

𓁹 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗚 𝗜𝗦 𝗕𝗘𝗦𝗧 𝗩𝗜𝗘𝗪𝗘𝗗 𝗜𝗡 𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗠𝗢𝗗𝗘 𓁹

𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗫𝗔 : of all of the surviving library keepers of the grove of epiphany, why is it that you are so intent in seeking the wisdom of that weeping angel? her fake tears are of no use.

𝑆𝐸𝑅𝐴 𓍯 the library keeper. anaxagoras' lost bride. nineteen. they them. filo. isfj.

❀ ͏╲╱ hsr and jjk sfw blog. fem and gn reader. drabbles, fics, and smaus.

𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱.

📰 ─ introducing the library keeper.

📰 ─ the archives tour: the archives.

📰 ─ the archives tour: guidelines.

📰 ─ the archives tour: the gardens.

𓁹 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗞 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘 ! ♡ 𓁹

CHAPTER THIRTEEN || CLOSURE

SYPNOSIS (of chapter). in which you thought you were getting better.

SYPNOSIS (of series). breaking up with your first love was heartbreaking, but not as heartbreaking as getting invited to his wedding after years of not seeing him. that is, until things seem to be easier when you encounter a certain guest, who could end up being more than just a blooming friend to you.

CHARACTERS. kamisato ayato, diluc ragnvindr, and thoma (w/ gn!reader)

CONTENT. fluff/angst/no-comfort, swearing (dropped the f-bomb 3 times), mentions of violence (almost getting hit/slapped), sh1nsuke 🤢🤢🤢, mentions of yelling, mentions of threats, reader is an emotional person

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WORD COUNT. 6.4k words

LINKS. EVERMORE MASTERLIST \ MAIN MASTERLIST \ EVERMORE SURVEY

POST-SCRIPT. AAAAA after 3-4 weeks, i finally updated !! super sorry for the delay, ill try and see if i can publish the next one next week during school (no promises tho) 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

PREVIOUS || NEXT

The next day after all has happened, Zhongli noticed how you seem to be… happier. 

You really weren’t lying when you told him last night that you and Diluc have been getting along pretty well, because you surely never seem to take your eyes off of your phone as you type out responses to your newly found friend the whole time in the hotel room. 

By the time you take your eyes off your phone is when you came out of the hotel room to do your activities for the day, such as eating breakfast, taking a stroll around the garden once more, visiting the convenience store once again, hanging out with a friend of yours by Good Hunter, and so on. 

The thing is, all of these had one thing in common. 

Besides a certain experience, you kept seeing a certain red-haired man to the point where it’s no longer a coincidence. Do you two just really have the same schedule or something? 

As you lined up for the buffet with your plate in hand, you were tempted to grab your phone and check if you received any message from a certain man, still smiling from enjoying your last conversation with him on the phone. 

It wasn’t until you hear someone clearing his throat behind you when you turn around from recognizing it, causing your eyes to brighten at the sight of the familiar man you’ve been talking to for the past hour earlier. 

“Diluc!” You greeted happily. 

“( Name ).” He greeted, also pleasantly surprised.

“I thought you were out for work already! Didn’t you mention you often go to Angel’s Share early?” You ask curiously. 

He nodded in response. “I do. Just not today it seems, I have something important to do today.” 

The two of you started picking your foods by the time the food is now displayed in front of you after taking a step forward, choosing what you want to eat for breakfast all the while chatting with Diluc – a major difference a few days ago when you and the man were suffering from the awkward silence between you two. 

Turns out, Diluc supposedly had a plus one, but the person wasn’t able to make it due to not having time, hence how he finds himself being alone. Today, however, is the day when the plus one visits the hotel just to greet the wedding couple and wish them well, who will be leaving tomorrow for their honeymoon. 

You’re curious to know who his plus one is, but you wouldn’t be surprised if it’s someone as important and highly regarded as him. 

Once you two finished picking your meal at the same time, you started heading towards where Zhongli is, who’s waiting for you to come at last. You paid no mind how Diluc is following you, perhaps he’s heading towards his table as well that’s in the same direction as yours. 

“You could sit with me and Zhongli if you want. You two seem to know each other back then before we visited your establishment.” You offered with a smile, carefully holding your plate in fear of dropping it. 

He shakes his head. “Oh I’ll be alright. Mr. Zhongli has visited Mondstadt back then a few times and would come by for a nice tea and brunch. Though, he tends to have his chatty friend with him whenever he does.” 

You can’t help but grin when he mentioned the chatty friend. “You mean Venti?” 

Diluc nodded. “Yes. He usually comes around to drink a lot of alcohol. It’s a miracle he didn’t get any sickness from drinking so much.” 

You visibly imagine Venti drinking lots of alcohol, causing you to laugh at the thought. “Well I’m not surprised to hear that. He seems the kind to do that.” 

Before you knew it, you’re finally at your table, causing you to stop your tracks instantly and bid Diluc goodbye before sitting on your seat. If it weren’t for you noticing Zhongli waving at you as well as Diluc slowing down his walk, you would’ve not noticed the fact that you almost walked past your table thanks to you being distracted with your conversation.

“Let’s talk again next time. Enjoy your meal, Diluc.” You said as you watched Diluc giving you an acknowledged nod before walking away to where his table is. 

By the time Diluc is long far away, Zhongli decides to speak up after taking a sip of his tea. “You know, I was starting to think you were too busy being indecisive on your food, but I suppose I was wrong.” He said with amusement. 

You chuckled, picking up your eating utensils. “Consider yourself lucky that I wasn’t in the mood to eat seafood, lest I decide to tease you with it.” 

You feel satisfied seeing the cringe look on his face, grinning to yourself as you take a bite of your food. 

–

After eating breakfast, you and Zhongli went back to your hotel room and got ready for your first activity. While your friend is getting ready to go somewhere, you decided to go visit the convenience store to buy some snacks. 

You wanted to try something new this time, so you decided to choose snacks that are from Mondstadt instead of Liyue or Inazuma. Of course, you wouldn’t forget the ones Zhongli wanted, particularly another certain drink. 

“It’s a non-alcoholic drink called Fruits of the Festival.” He says as he zips his bag that contains the things he needed. “Venti recommended that we drink some now that there are a lot of them in stock for the celebration of the upcoming Weinlesefest festival.” 

With that in mind, perhaps you should’ve taken into consideration that the drink would possibly be out of stock soon , because by the time you encounter the aisle that supposedly contains the Fruits of the Festival, there was only one bottle left.

Just as you’re about to take the bottle, you didn’t notice how someone else was reaching out to it as well, causing your hand to touch his. 

Surprised, you look at the person who’s getting the same item as you, only to be even more surprised when you realize who it is. 

“...Diluc?” 

“( Name )?” 

You can’t help but let out a laugh, not believing that you saw your friend again coincidentally. “Oh wow, I didn’t expect to see you here! Are you trying to get this one?” You asked, gesturing to the drink you’re still touching. 

He hums in agreement. “Don’t worry, I could always get the other one.” He said, about to let go until you immediately let go of it. 

“Ah no, no, no! It’s better if you take this one since it’s the last one. Consider it a payment for letting me have the grape juice last time.” You said with a laugh, gesturing to the man to take the drink.

He shakes his head, letting go of the drink. “It’s fine, you can take it. I wouldn’t want you to miss out tasting something such as the Fruits of the Festival.”

You refuse to get the drink. “Oh come on, it’s better if you’re the one who’ll get this.” 

“No, no. It’s fine.” 

“Just get it, Diluc.” 

“I prefer you getting it.”

“No you–”

Suddenly, someone else takes the drink in front of the two of you, causing you to flinch in surprise. 

“Brother Albedo! Is this blue drink the one you’re talking about?” A little girl with a red dress says before running towards where her brother is with the drink in hand, leaving you and Diluc stunned. 

“...”

“...”

You can’t help but laugh. “Oh man, this reminds me of what happened back then.” You said, remembering the way you and Diluc fell into the same situation and kept insisting on who’s taking the drink.

His lips twitch upward. “Likewise. We really have come a long way after that.” 

You nodded in agreement with a smile. “We have. Though it’s really a shame none of us got the drink. I’m sure they’ll restock soon.” 

“We can visit tomorrow if you’d like.” Diluc offers. “I’m sure my plus one will be asking to go visit the store to buy some together, you can join us.” 

You shake your head. “Ah, no need! I wouldn’t want to bother you catching up with whoever your plus one is. I’m sure I’ll eventually be able to try it when I hang out with my friend later.” 

He nods in understanding. “Very well then. I hope you’ll enjoy the drink. If you somehow weren’t able to drink it, you could always visit Angel’s Share. It’ll be available today or tomorrow.” 

Your eyes brighten, remembering the delightful establishment. Now that you think about it, you do miss their drinks there – so it wouldn’t exactly hurt to go there before you and Zhongli leave to the airport. “Alright, I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks again, Diluc.” 

“See you next time, ( Name ).” 

Then you two parted ways, unaware that next time is very much later. 

–

After coming back to the hotel from the convenience store, you were itching to go visit the garden after passing by the entrance. Perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to wait there for your friend instead of here when it’s time for you two to hang out.

Which is what led you to immediately get ready for your hangout once you finished unpacking the things you bought from the store.

“How do I look?” You ask Zhongli as you come out from the bathroom, now fully dressed for your brunch. “Do I look alright?” 

You watched as your friend looked away from his book, looking at your outfit carefully before nodding in confirmation with a smile. “Yes, you look great.” 

You sigh in relief, grabbing your bag from your bed to start packing up your things. “That’s good. What will you be doing while I’m gone?” 

Zhongli shrugs in response. “I don’t have any plans for today, but a walk around the garden would be nice later.” 

“Alright. I’ll be back in a while.” You said, checking your phone for any messages (from a certain man) before putting it inside your bag. 

“Have fun, ( Name ). Don’t forget to tell Diluc I said hi.” He said with a chuckle, remembering what you told him about the wine tycoon today. 

Your mouth opens agape. “Wow– Alright, whatever. Have fun too, Zhongli.” 

As you zip your bag closed after getting all the things you need, you immediately head towards the door. Maybe I should try taking pictures of some of the scenery, You thought to yourself. 

Fortunately the trip to the garden didn’t take long, and by the time you entered the hotel’s beautiful garden, you delightfully inhaled the fresh air. Thank Celestia it’s a good day today, you thought, looking around your surroundings. 

As you walk around the area trying to find a place to sit on, you bring out your phone to take a few pictures. You were so fascinated with how each flower looked amazing in the pictures you took – with the lightning and atmosphere bringing ethereal energy to your pictures.

While admiring the pictures you took, you didn’t notice a person walking towards the same direction as you, causing you to accidentally bump into them. 

“Ah, so sorry!” You said with a yelp, maintaining your balance. “I didn’t mean to bump into you–” Your eyes widens when you realize who you bump into. 

“The apologies are all mine, I should’ve watched where I was goin–” The red-haired man’s words slowly trail off when he hears your voice, now realizing who’s in front of him.

“..Diluc?” 

“( Name )?” 

You let out a laugh once more. “Oh wow, I can’t believe this! I’m starting to think this isn’t a coincidence now – since when have you started visiting the garden?” 

“Just now. I wanted to see what it looks like during the daytime. What brings you here as well?” 

“Ah, I wanted to take a stroll around the garden while waiting for my friend to come and pick me up so we can go have brunch. This place is really beautiful, isn’t it?” You replied, keeping your phone aside. 

He hums in agreement. “It is.” 

You then thought of something. “Wanna walk around the place together while I’m waiting for my friend?” You asked. 

“I don’t mind.” He said with a nod. 

And so, you two continued where you left off from last night in the garden, talking about Weinlesefest as you wait for your friend to come. 

Throughout the stroll, Diluc explained to you all the things you needed to know about the upcoming festival. Apparently, the Weinlesefest festival is more about making new wine as they invite their Archon to drink with everyone. So it makes sense that someone like Diluc, whose entire business and establishment is famous for the amazing wine, is currently thinking of something that could make good wine.

He also explained about what you could do if you participate in the festival, particularly visit Springvale and explore around the place since it’s where the festival will be held. Ah, just hearing all the things you could do and eat made you want to consider extending your stay, but alas, you think one week in one of your favorite regions is enough for you. Besides, even if you decide to extend your stay, only Celestia knows what would happen to you once you’re back to work. 

While you converse with your friend, you couldn’t help but notice the way he looks as though there’s something in his mind. You didn’t find the guts to ask him though, thinking you’re meddling into his business if you do so. Still, you’re a bit concerned that something bad happened and you want to at least help – it’s the least you can do for everything he did for you. 

Before you could bring up and ask what’s on his mind, you hear someone calling out your name. 

“ ( Name )! Over here!” Your eyes light up when you hear the familiar voice of your friend, causing you and Diluc to turn around and look at the person who’s calling you. 

“Thoma, there you are!” You greeted, walking towards the blonde-haired man who’s also walking towards you. “And here I thought you weren’t gonna show up any time soon, what took you so long?” 

Thoma spreads his arms wide as you give him a hug. “Aw man, I’m sorry for being late! I was busy helping Ayato out with preparing for his next trip, I didn’t notice that I was about to be late.” He explains. The two of you quickly separate each other from your hug.

He looks at where Diluc is, causing him to stand up straight and offer the tycoon his hand. “Hello! You must be the infamous Diluc Ragnvindr. A pleasure to meet you!” He says with a smile. 

Diluc didn’t hesitate to shake Thoma’s hand, giving him an acknowledged nod. “Likewise. I would like to congratulate you for your efforts in this wedding, it’s truly amazing.” 

The blonde-haired man lets out a bashful laugh. “Oh you’re too kind, Mr. Ragnvindr! I hope I wasn’t bothering you two, did I?” 

You hesitantly look at Diluc, who remains the same expression as always, before looking back at your friend with a smile. “Ah not really. We were just talking about the Weinlesefest festival until we heard you.” 

“That’s good to hear. I’m a bit disappointed that I won't be able to experience the festival though.” Thoma lets out a sigh. “Oh well, there’s nothing we can do about it. Mind if I take ( Name ) away, Mr. Ragnvindr?” 

Diluc nodded in response. “Of course since that’s what they’re here for. I’ll see you next time once again, ( Name ).” 

You gave the red-haired man a grateful smile. “See you next time, Diluc. It was fun talking to you!” 

–

The purpose of your brunch with Thoma is simple. Catch up with one another, talk about the things you’ve missed in Inazuma while you talk about the things he missed in your trip. 

So why, why do you feel so bothered? 

Despite being able to listen to your dear friend and keep up with your conversation, your mind lingers on Diluc. You’re still worried about how he seems to be out of it back in the garden – is it perhaps because of how he needs to think of a new wine? 

“You know, I’m glad you and Ayato had spoken to one another about what happened back then.” Thoma confesses, causing you to be taken back by surprise. “I hope you won’t be offended with what I have to say but.. You look happier than before.” 

You raise your eyebrows from his words. Happier? 

“I… I didn’t notice that.” You replied, letting out a small laugh. “Am I really that happy because of how me and Ayato have resolved?” 

Thoma lets out a small laugh as well. “Well, that’s just my guess. Did something else happen that made you happier than that?” He asks. 

You took a second to think about it. It’s true that ever since you and Ayato have made up, everything's been going a bit well for you, but then again, it’s sort of weird how you’re a lot happier about it than normal. 

Is it… really just because of that? 

Seeing how you hesitated, Thoma’s eyes slightly widened in surprise. “Wait, did something actually happen?” 

You look away from Thoma, a bit flustered. “I-I really don’t know either!” 

“Really?”

“Yeah!” 

“Then… It’s not about someone, is it?” 

You begin to scratch the back of your head. “Well… I did become friends with Diluc…? That’s the only thing that happened besides me and Ayato talking each other out about what happened.” You said, looking at your friend while you fiddled with your fingers. “He’s fun to talk to, I’ll admit. I had a lot of fun for the past few days thanks to him.” 

The blonde haired man nods in agreement. “I can tell. Every time I look at you during the bachelor and reception, you look like you’re having fun talking to him,” He then lets out a laugh. “It honestly reminded me of back then when you and Ayato were still pining for each other.” 

You look at him in confusion, still smiling. “Huh? What do you mean?” 

“Well for starters, it’s the way you’re looking and talking to him. You always pay attention to him and everything he says that you don’t focus on eating your food or your surroundings much — I was able to see you while I was hosting the bachelor party.” He explains. “...Of course, I’m sure you don’t see Mr. Ragnvindr that way though, right?” 

You slowly glance down at your food, processing his words carefully. 

…Huh. 

You didn’t notice how Thoma’s face slightly fell from how you didn’t answer his question. “...You don’t see him that way, right?” He repeats. 

You want to answer yes, but something is holding you back. You don’t understand, you don’t really see Diluc that way right? You two are just friends – and yes, there were some moments between you two whereas your new friend made you feel… things – but that’s normal, right?

This feeling… Isn’t surely the same as what you felt towards Ayato back then, is it?

Then again… When was the last time you had fallen in love? 

You wipe your now sweaty palms on your lap, starting to feel a bit conflicted from your thoughts and feelings. Even if you are in love with him, how could you even deal with it? How can you even face him knowing your feelings? What if you end up being heartbroken? 

But if you aren’t in love with him, why does that make you feel.. Unsatisfied? 

You can’t help but think about him, and you realize you’ve always been thinking about him for the past few days. He makes you happy obviously, there’s never a dull moment with him besides when you two first interacted with one another, and he’s understanding and gentle. The gentle look he gives you as he respectfully treats you well makes you feel… something.

He also treats you equally and always manage to get along with you despite your differences to one another. Not to mention how you always smile whenever you think of him, something that Zhongli had pointed out one time — and how you couldn’t help but always get excited at the thought of what’s to come for you and Diluc the next day—

Oh.

Oh.

Meanwhile, Thoma tries to think of a way to change topics. “It’s alright if you’re unsure, ( Name ).”

“No, no, it’s fine.” You quickly reassured your friend. “I just.. Didn’t realize it until you pointed it out.” 

“So.. you do love him, do you?” 

You stayed silent for a few seconds, unsure how to break it to him. “...He makes me feel things no one has made me feel for a long time.” 

“…Does he make you happy?”

You nodded in response. “He makes me the happiest I can be.” He made me realize there’s always a chance, a chance to love. You thought.

Thoma hums in understanding. “I see. Then I hope you get something good from rhat.” 

You smile gratefully. “Thank you. Though, I feel bad our conversation went this way, we were just laughing a few minutes ago.” 

He quickly lets out a small laugh. “Oh it’s no problem. At least you found something you didn’t know, right?” 

You nodded. “Yeah, thanks again, Thoma.” 

“Anything for you, ( Name ).” 

You decided to try and change the topic, clearing your throat. “Uh, anyways, wanna share Good Hunter’s newest dessert together?” 

Thoma nods with a smile. “Fine, but you better not finish everything in one go.” 

“Hey!” 

–

It took perhaps another hour before you and Thoma decided to get the bill and get out of the restaurant. Unfortunately, your friend won’t be able to join you in going back inside Goth Grand Hotel once he drops you off, telling you how he has some things to do for Ayato and Chisato before they go off to their honeymoon destination. 

As you enter the hotel lobby, you can’t help but think back about what happened during your brunch with Thoma. What will happen between you and Diluc now? Will you still act the same as before, aware that your feelings for him are possibly more than platonic?

While thinking, you didn’t notice someone behind you heading towards you until you felt them harshly gripping onto one of your shoulders.

You turn around, wondering who on Earth would be so rude to do such a thing, only for your eyes to widen when you realize who it is. 

“Good afternoon, Mx. ( Last Name ).” Shinsuke greeted you with a smile that’s obviously fake. “I apologize for bothering you on this fine day,” A lie, “but I must request you to come with me somewhere more private.” 

You hesitated for a moment, knowing the risk if you said yes. But even so, who’s to say what could happen if you turn down his request? 

You look around the area, trying to look for someone who can notice your troubled situation and help you, only to unfortunately find no one around. If only you could’ve convinced Thoma to escort you back to your hotel room…

“...I suppose I could spare some time for a chat.” You said, trying to act calm. 

You suddenly feel an eerie presence looming behind you, causing you to glance at your back and see a few bodyguards standing behind you – as if to prevent you from running away. Unlike the ones who were stationed for the wedding events, these particular guards were foreign, with strange but somewhat familiar symbols on their brooches. You could tell they’re not like the bodyguards you’ve seen.

“Perfect.” Shinsuke comments, and you start to regret accepting his offer. “Come with me.” 

Without letting you reply at all, the man turns and starts walking, causing the bodyguards behind you to shove you in order for you to follow, leaving you no choice but to oblige. 

On your way, you hoped that you would at least encounter one of your friends, frantically glancing around the hotel lobby looking for a familiar face. Unfortunately, you finally arrived at what you assume is a private room. 

You’re going to be alone with Shinsuke and these scary bodyguards. 

“Before we can go in, I have one more thing to request of you.” Shinsuke spoke up before he could open the door. “Take your bag away and give it to one of the guards.” 

Your eyes widens, hesitantly looking at the bodyguards behind you, who all remain unfazed and emotionless. Slowly, you take out your bag from your body and pass it to one of the guards. 

“Don’t worry, they won’t open your bag and look through your things if that’s what you’re worried about. We just need to make sure you won't try to... record anything and break our privacy.” Shinsuke said in a nice tone, as if that’s enough to reassure you in this situation. “Let’s go inside now.”

You feel fear crawling up on your spine as you enter the room, unsure of what’s going to happen to you. 

The room is a conference room, with multiple chairs surrounding one long table as one of them is situated by the end of it; you assume that chair is where he’ll be seated. 

“Go sit down here.” He says, pulling back a seat that’s right in the middle. “We have a few things to talk about, it won’t be long, don’t worry.” 

Swallowing down the lump in your throat, you carefully went to where the seat is, trying to contain your frantic breathing in order to hide your fear. The bodyguards that were following you both are situated outside.

By the time you sit down is when Shinsuke starts talking, not sitting down on a chair. “Now that we’re in a more private area, let’s start talking, shall we?” 

You nodded slowly. “..Is there a problem, Mr. Hiiragi?” You ask carefully.

He laughs, starting to walk slowly around you. “Straight to the point, I like that.” He comments. “Yes, there is a problem, Mx. ( Last Name ). I'm sure you remember our conversation yesterday.” 

Your breath hitches; he proceeds to explain more. “You see, this wedding is a very precious event to the Hiiragi Clan. Everyone thinks the lovely couple is perfect like straight out of a fairytale, so I like to keep it that way.” You watch as he brushes one of the chairs as he walks by. Did he find out about you and Ayato? 

“So when someone reported to me that they caught sight of you walking back inside the bachelor party venue together with the bride – who didn’t bother hiding the fact that she was crying – I have to make sure all’s well.” He adds. 

His eyes then narrow. “I hope you understand where I’m coming from, and I fear that you might take the opportunity to taint the Hiiragi name and accuse that Chisato is unhappily married to Kamisato Ayato.” 

You shook your head frantically. “N-No, I wouldn’t dare to do such a thing to my friends.” 

“How should I know if you’re telling the truth? And before I knew it, the media would talk about how Chisato had unwillingly married the CEO of the Yashiro Company because of you and your schemes!” 

“I am telling the truth, Mr. Hiiragi! I wish nothing but happiness for the couple.” 

“As if that’s enough to do so.” He lets out a “tsk”, glaring down at you. “I have no choice but to get rid of you. Who knows when you will eventually risk tearing down my reputation!” 

You gasp aloud, immediately standing up from your seat. “Get rid of me?! But Mr. Hiiragi, that’s too much! I haven’t done anything ever since the bachelor party happened–”

“You dare to raise your voice on me!? Did you forget your place, or shall I remind you?!” He exclaims. You panic when he suddenly storms towards you, his hand slowly raises up to hit you. 

Suddenly, the door opens, causing the man to stop himself from hitting you and look at the intruder. 

“Was I interrupting something?”  

Your eyes brighten when you recognize the person’s voice, and you look at the intruder who’s standing by the doorway. 

“O-Oh, Mr. Ragnvindr!” Shinsuke spoke, his tone is now nice and kind unlike a few seconds ago. “What a lovely surprise. I was just having a special meeting with Mx. ( Last Name ) regarding the wedding–”

“I’m here to talk about your pesky bodyguards who aren’t doing their job right” Diluc spoke, his voice dark and cold – a big comparison to his gentle tone when he talks to you. “I was just passing by when they suddenly confronted me and dared to lay a hand on me for no reason.” 

You saw the way Shinsuke’s eyes widened, his eyebrows furrowing. “What?! How unprofessional of them! Where are they now?” 

Diluc opens the door wide. “Feel free to go check on them. I had to defend myself since they tried to fight me. Had this happened to someone else, I fear an innocent person would get hurt by their recklessness.” He scolded Shinsuke, who hesitated from his offer to check on the bodyguards. 

The elder man glances at you, causing you to freeze up from his glare. “This isn’t over yet.” He mouths before looking back at the red-haired man. “I apologize sincerely on behalf of my bodyguards. I’ll make sure it won’t happen ever again.” 

“Good. Now leave.” 

Begrudgingly, Shinsuke heads out from the conference room. By the time the CEO is out of your sight, Diluc looks in your direction.

You feel your shoulders starting to relax. “Diluc.”

His eyes softened. “( Name ).” He then gestures to you to come with him. “Come with me. Let’s get you out of here.” 

When you come out of the conference room with Diluc being by your side, you’re surprised to see the sight of Shinsuke standing over the bodyguards on the ground, some groaning out in pain while some were out cold. Just what did Diluc do to them? 

You dare not to question it, you’re just grateful that he saved you from Shinsuke. 

As soon as you two are somewhere where most people don’t come to in the lobby, you let out a breath you didn’t know you’re holding. 

“Are you alright?” Diluc asks worryingly, giving you your bag you didn’t know he was holding. “What happened back there?” 

You slowly grab your bag from him, avoiding his gaze. “I… I don’t know.. He just took me to that room and threatened me for something that happened in the bachelor party. I wouldn’t dare to do that to my friends.” You clench your teeth at the audacity the cruel CEO has. “I’m just grateful you were able to come by before something happened. How did you know I was there?” 

“I saw one of the guards holding your bag.” He answers honestly. “I recognized it was the one you were carrying when we were taking a stroll around the garden, so I had to investigate. Did they hurt you?” 

You shook your head. “Mr. Hiiragi was about to, but you made it in time before he could hurt me.” 

Diluc’s eyes slightly widened, before quickly narrowing his eyes at the thought that someone would dare to hurt you. “How dare he.. I knew he wasn’t good news.” 

“It’s fine… None of us could’ve predicted he would do something like this.” You mumbled. It was technically a lie, you knew someone like Shinsuke would do this, but you didn’t want your friend to be worried and angry. “Thank you for your help, Diluc. I owe you a lot.” 

“Anything for you.” He replied. He suddenly puts a hand on your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you, causing your heart to start beating fast while your cheeks begin to warm up from his words and gestures.  “You don’t owe me anything. Just… be more careful, I don’t want you to get hurt by someone as cruel and despicable as him.” 

You nodded slowly, your mouth twitching upwards. “I’ll try.” 

“Were you heading towards your room?” He asks, and you hum softly in response. “I could escort you back there if you’d like. Just in case Mr. Hiiragi dares to come to you again.” 

You shook your head. “Oh I don’t want to bother you. I think I can go back on my own.” 

“I insist. It would hurt me if something bad happens to you again when I could’ve helped you.” He insists. “Come.” 

“...Thank you again, Diluc.” You spoke softly before the two of you started heading towards the elevator area that’s across the hotel lobby from where you are.

The two of you didn’t say a word to one another while you’re walking, but you didn’t mind. You were still shaken up by what happened. Who knows when Shinsuke will try to bother you again? What if he comes to Liyue and ruins your life? 

“Will you be alright, ( Name )?” He suddenly asks, causing your worrisome thoughts to fade away from his voice. 

Before you could say anything, someone suddenly called Diluc’s name. 

“Diluc?” 

You look around the area to look for the person who was calling your friend, spotting a woman standing not too far away from where you and Diluc are with her eyes brightening. 

“There you are! I was looking around for you.” She spoke, walking towards you two with a smile on her face. “Did you just get out of the hotel room?” 

You can’t help but admire the woman who’s now standing in front of you two. She’s quite beautiful, you admit. Is she perhaps a friend of Diluc? Or an acquaintance of his in the business world? 

Or… Is she his plus one? 

Diluc shakes his head. “No, I just happened to come across a friend of mine and got distracted. Did you wait for too long?” 

The woman shakes her head as well, smiling reassuringly. “Ah no, don’t worry. I just entered the hotel.” She then looks at you. “Hello, what’s your name?” She asks you politely, causing your eyes to widen a bit in surprise. 

“Oh uhm.. My name is ( Name ) ( Last Name ). It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms…?” 

“You can call me Jean. Thank you for keeping Diluc company while I was gone. I feel bad that I wasn’t able to attend the wedding.” Jean said. 

Ah, so she is his plus one. 

You try to ignore a strange feeling bubbling in your chest. “It’s no problem, I’m glad I’m friends with someone like Diluc. I had a lot of fun and learned a lot more about Mondstadt thanks to him.” 

Jean giggles, a tune that’s so sweet in your ears. “I’m glad my fiancé made a friend. I hope I’ll get to know you more, ( Name ).”

You felt like your heart dropped when you heard what Jean called Diluc, your face almost fell. 

…

Fiancé? 

“...O-Oh, you guys are engaged?” You asked, stunned from your realization. 

Jean instantly covers her mouth. “Oh, my bad.” 

“It’s alright, Jean.” Diluc reassures her, you saw the way he looks at her. It’s different than the way he looks at you. “I was meaning to invite them to the wedding before they leave for Liyue.” 

Jean sighs in relief, then looks at you with an apologetic smile. “I apologize for the shock. But yes, me and Diluc are set to be married in December. We haven’t announced our engagement to the public yet so we’d appreciate it if you could keep it a secret until it’s announced. I’ll make sure to give you an invitation tomorrow if that’s fine with you!” 

You felt sick, swallowing the sour taste of heartbreak in your throat. “Of course! I’m honored I’m invited to your wedding. Congratulations on your engagement.” 

You’re too caught up with the sudden news that you didn’t notice the way Diluc looks at you in concern.

Jean didn’t notice either, still smiling happily. “Great, I hope we’ll talk again next time. I’m afraid Diluc and I have to go now to meet Mr. and Mrs. Kamisato before they leave. I hope you’ll enjoy your stay in Mondstadt until you leave! Shall we, Diluc?” 

The red-haired man hesitantly looks at you, and you remembered how he was supposed to escort you. You feel selfish for wanting him to go with you, but you knew your place. 

“Go.” You mouth to Diluc with a reassuringly small smile, despite your heart wanting him to stay. “I’ll see you two next time. It’s nice to meet you as well, Jean.”

“...See you next time, ( Name ).” Diluc spoke up before walking towards Jean. 

Without another word, you turn away and walk back to where you’re supposed to be going. Away from Shinsuke, from your heartbreak, 

And away from Diluc. Your first love for the first time in 4 years. 

You tried your best to hold onto your facade that everything’s normal and okay as you’re on your way back to the hotel room rushedly, your heart racing and lips shaking from what just happened. 

You aren’t sure if you were overwhelmed by what happened between you and Shinsuke, or from the unrequited love between you and Diluc. 

You should’ve known he wouldn’t be single. You should’ve known he was taken by someone as beautiful and amazing as Jean. You should’ve remained oblivious to your feelings towards him,

You should’ve known he would never see you that way.

By the time you enter the room and close the door behind you, you knelt down on the ground and let out a sob, dropping your bag as you cover your face with your hands. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck! 

Everything hurts. Everything is too much. You feel like you’re being burned inside as your heart aches deeply. You feel like you want to jump off a cliff and land in an ocean, never to be seen again. Why did you had to find out you’re in love when you found out your love is unrequited? Why is this happening to you? What did you do in your past life to deserve such cruelty? 

You were so busy crying that you didn’t notice Zhongli walking towards you in concern. Words didn’t exchange between you two, but your friend knew what to do. He always comforts you whenever you cry about Ayato after drinking too much back then, reassuring you that you’ll eventually move on someday. 

He kneels down beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder comfortingly. You didn’t hesitate to lean your head on his shoulder as a result, continuing to let out your wails and tears. 

“I fell in love, but he… He belongs to another. Why does this always happen to me?” You sobbed. 

Zhongli slowly pulls you closer to him. “I do not know.”

You let out another sob, closing your eyes shut. “It hurts.” 

He closes his eyes as well, his heart aches at the sound of your cries. “I know.” 

That day, you didn’t look at your phone anymore to see if he sent you a message. Spending the rest of your time engulfed in heartbreak as your dearest friend comforts you. 

Just when you thought you were willing to fall in love, that chance was once again out of your reach.

It’s true he made you realize there’s always a chance, a chance to love.

Just not a chance to love him.

—

Somewhere by the hotel’s parking lot, someone is going through the same thing as you.

Thoma leans against the steering wheel of his car, exhaling deeply as he closes his eyes.

He knew he’d never have the chance to win your heart, yet it still hurts to think that you’re now in love with someone else. Don’t get him wrong, he’s truly happy for you — especially knowing that you have never bothered trying to give love a chance again and never had a date with anyone since the break up.

He just wished it was him you had fallen in love with, even though it sounds as impossible as going to outer space in this life.

But nevertheless, it wasn’t the fact that his love for you stayed strong and you still see him as just a friend—

It was the fact that you’re in love with a man who’s out of your reach.

Thoma didn’t know what to think when he learned you love Diluc. He wanted to be happy for you — he knows the man has a good heart after hearing so many good things about him — but he knew you’re going to be heartbroken when you learned about his secret engagement with one of the most powerful and well-respected women in Mondstadt.

There’s nothing he can do about it. He can only hope you’d get through the same pain you felt back then.

Thoma lets out a sigh, leaning back up from the steering wheel.

Even if he cannot provide it, the blonde-haired man just wished that someday, you’d love someone who loves you too, with nothing that can stop you both,

Unlike the men you fell in love with.

PREVIOUS || NEXT

Deserved fr. I have never seen a man have the balls to fix a relationship before. I'm saying this from experience.

Before It's Too Late

Warnings: Angst(no comfort)

:Scaramouche;Kazuha;Xiao;Diluc x GN Reader

You love how constant things are.

Everyday, the same thing will happen. A kiss for your lover in the morning then work until the last rays of sun can be seen and return to his arms at night.

You hate change.

Hate how his eyes don't hold the same love for you. He stops talking to you and asking how your day was. Body turning away from you whenever you try to hug him, an excuse always slipping from him.

You stayed for love.

Fixing things as if it'll turn back the same but cracks have already appeared and you couldn't do anything but watch.

Everything happens so suddenly, like you're floating but drowning at the same time.

His words gripping your heart so much that even breathing hurts.

But a fool you are, hugging him and trying to make him stay with you. Words of affection already spilling from you, shame and dignity already thrown out of the picture. Everything for him to love you again.

Hope was in your eyes when he turned around until a stinging silence greeted you.

For a brief moment, you believed that you could still save your love for him.

No tears escape from you as you cradle your burning cheek from being slapped. As the realization of everything dawned on you, your pitiful form kneeled against the floor. You felt everything all at once, while he stands there stunned.

Shaking hands tried to reach for you but you backed away from him like a cornered animal.

"I'm so sorry,... I didn't - I'm so sorry (Y/N). Please let me hold you. I'm so sorry love I didn't mean to, please"

"You slapped me?" you asked, still in denial that the man you spend all your years with can hurt you so much like this.

"I'm so sorry (Y/N), I don't know what got into me-"

"You're right" you look at him and for the first time you feel calm, like the final piece fitting into the puzzle.

"This relationship's not gonna work. I can't force myself to you if you don't love me anymore"

"That's not true, I still love you (Y/n). Can we just talk about this?"

Picking yourself up you removed the ring he had given you and handed it to him. Already done being the one who keeps this relationship alive. You're tired in fighting for his affection everyday as if his love was limited to only acknowledging your presence alone.

"Stop this (Y/n), put this back right now, what are you doing?!"

Everything was clear now, as if you'd been suddenly brought to light.

Love is not enough to save the both of you and this was the last straw to give everything up. So you let it all fall.

"Don't please, no you can't do this! (Y/n)!"

"I love you! Please! Just... just stop. Let's talk ok? (Y/n)?"

You didn't turn back, even if he tried to call for you, just as how you imagined he did in your dreams once upon a time when you're still naive, stupid, and hopeful.

Packing your belongings as quickly as you can, not wasting anymore time as he begs for you stay like how you beg for him earlier.

Regret fills him as he watches the only thing that matters to him walk out of his life, unable to stop you because he has already hurt you so much that the least he can do is to let you go.

He stood helplessly by the door, wishing you'd return and love him again, but you didn't even once look back.

Confessions Of Memories. | • 7.

1. | 2. | 3. | 4. | 5. | 6. | 7. | 8.

Days had started overlapping with blurred faces and rotting emotions that dried on the hill that was her memories. Her feet could only remember one dance, and that was to shuffle around the room of scrolls and books. Her mind was clattered, rearranging the books in pointless positions.

"You've been so mindless, gosh! Take a week off, that should be enough." Her co-worker sighed.

Please don't fire me.

I'm ting my best. I promise.

The sun made its way down the sky as she left, leaving her key with them. Her body was as heavy as broken heart. Her eyes were burdened with bags of dis-ease, yet empty with confusion.

One person was to be forgotten, yet they kept disappearing. No matter how many wishes of her mother's she pushed herself to fix, she was still left forgotten.

She slid the door open, letting her hair down. She glanced at the hairpins, hopelessly rolling them around in her hands. The house smelt of burnt rice, the flowers that grew outside dulled without water. Maybe she could tidy the house.

But she couldn't bring herself to do it. Her body just felt too heavy.

"Jiji? Are you there?" Xiao asked softly, peering his head through.

He saw her, quietly glancing at the window he was perching on. He exhaled in relief, his eyebrows relaxing.

"What's wrong?"

"I wanted to come and personally thank you, but you weren't there."

"Just, my memory has gotten foggy."

Are you beginning to forget me?

"Ah." He stopped.

"Yeah."

His hand clenched, his lips twitching with a frown. His heart choked in his chest.

Summer.

The hot night wafted the area with a starless night, and a lonely moon. The wind brushed his scent onto her. She smiled, despite her chest aching. The emotional agony was sitting at the back of her mind, the dull reality of her eternal life being paused by his presence.

He brushed kissed her forehead, as if to kiss her doubts away.

Of course it could never work.

But, she'd like to pretend. The temporary feeling that grew, only had so much space.

"Please stay, Xiao."

"Call my name, whenever you need me." He looked at her once more, his hand resting on her head softly.

With that, the wind that burst around her left only a hint of him in the room. Once again, she was alone.

Her bed made her hostile. What nightmare was on the menu tonight? Whether it was marble or molded faces, she didn't want to see it. What could she do? Beg?

"Mei?"

"Who else brings you to the beach?" She chuckled.

"This is your favourite moment at the beach, isn't it?"

The sun spiralled into the ocean, the sky tinted with setting grey. The sand was cold, and damp. The small rocks were littered across the vast area. Her face was missing once again, but she could see her expression.

It was smothered.

"You have a good memory." Mei pranced.

"Sometimes,"

Sometimes I can't remember want I want to.

"Sometimes?"

"It feels like a curse."

"How can having a good memory be a curse?"

Li looked felt her eyes burn, as she grabbed Mei's arm, her grip pleading.

"Because whatever I remember never makes me happy." She sniffled.

"It's tiring. I'm forgetting everyone. I don't want to. I don't want to!" Her voice was absolute, the beach dead with her resolve, Mei silent.

She sighed, patting her head.

"How much happiness are you going to sacrifice?"

You don't have to live like this.

-

Confessions Of Memories. | • 4.

1. | 2. | 3. | 4. | 5. | 6. | 7. | 8.

Mine never wanted me.

My father is something of a dead myth, and my mother was a criminal.

A perfect upbringing for me really.

Li Jing looked to the unfinished diary entry, the words burning through her pupils. Her eyes constricted, as she cradled herself, shoving it away with her foot. She scrunched her raven strands in her fist, as she chewed on her lip.

XXXX

My dream got eaten last night..

But I'm recovering.

"Xiao wasn't responsible, was he?" She sighed, to no-one in particular.

That was the truth. The secret that she so desperately needed to tell him. To at least chip away at his guilt- even slightly - wasn't possible. He would never know, because she would never tell him.

XXXX

I don't want to stay with her.

The page lay unfinished.

The next week after the entry, Li Jing was alone.

Loneliness plagued her life without hesitance. She dragged herself through a path that only led to more loss. Yet if she stopped, she would betray her mother. Being loyal to her mother was the only thing she needed.

She wished.

Li Jing shuffled to the door, quiet as she looked to the dawn that was illuminating him. Xiao was perched there, like his usual self. His breaths paced, body stiffly stuck in one place. She sat beside him, watching the sun glide over the debris of the moon.

"You really need to relax sometimes." She glanced at him.

"Hmph. And where's the time for that? Liyue isn't a place for rest."

"Then where is?"

Xiao hummed, looking to her arms. Her arms, were probably warm. But they had also probably forgotten him.

"Well what about you then?"

"History doesn't rest, so I can't either."

"Promise me you'll rest." His eyes clicked with her own, his tone soft.

"I'll keep the promise if you rest as well."

"Fine."

He leaned forward. He hesitated. With her eyes screwed shut, a soft warmth was pressed to her head, his sleeve dragging across the wood as he retracted. Li Jing's cheeks flushed, as her heart was pierced with ache once more.

"What are you guys doing?" The Traveller looked up to them, sleepy and worn with leftover fatigue. Xiao arched his brow, gracefully landing infront of the Traveller. Li Jing took the stairs down.

She linked arms with the Traveller, leading them away from him.

"The book you picked wasn't easy."

"Why?"

"The memories of the author are dead. None of their memories were clear."

"Then what are you going to do?"

"I'll need to meet this village's historian."

She brushed her hair rapidly, taking her two hairpins out of her side pocket.

"Who gave you those hairpins?"

"These? Oh."

"One is from Xiao."

Her face flushed red with fever. Days were blurring together as she looked to the outside, which had a quiet pond. The only thing keeping the days apart was Xiao.

His eyebrows were furrowed. Xiao leaned closer, his lips pressing a soft kiss to her head. Her eyes were heavy with fatigue, the cold cloth on her head slightly aiding her.

"Get well soon, please." He murmured, placing a hairpin in her hand.

She held his hand, a soft smile glazing her face.

"The other is from my best friend."

The summer sun was set on the water, as they padded through the sand, their arms gritty with wet sand. She paused, dirting her dress as she searched for an item.

"Mei your dress!"

" My mom doesn't care. Here! I got us matching hairpins! "

"What'd she look like?"

"I can't remember."

-

"I remember you! You must be the village historian?" Li Jing quipped.

"Yes, it's an honour to meet someone who has been documenting for centuries."

Her chest creaked with unease. She looked at his dark eyes, chuckling lightly.

"You knew the author?"

"Quite well actually. She passed on just a decade ago."

"I hoped she lived well."

"She did, being the great- granddaughter of Honghui. "

"Honghui?"

"I'm going to marry Hui! "

"You're only ten!"

Mei huffed, crossing her arms.

"True love doesn't wait, does it?"

"I can't believe she's dead. She was only 18!"

"Honghui is so distraught, he won't even leave his study."

"Yeah, he's an old name now. His tale is quite sad- moving on, you needed information for the book?"

"Yes, thank you."

"Make yourself at home."

"I'll be leaving in fifteen minutes, it's really not necessary."

She shuffled, tucking her sleeves to her side. The man glanced at her, his eyes lingering on her. Li Jing let her eyes fall to the table.

"No need to rush."

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Confessions Of Memories. | • 3.

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Li Jing wished she hadn't taken the route.

She feared for him.

Of course he had lived hundreds of centuries that had built his immunity to wounds, there was nothing wrong with being cautious.

"We'll get to rest soon." She said subconsciously to the two.

Xiao nodded, whilst the Traveller was silent. Who is Mei? They looked to Li Jing, who beamed at them. They looked to the path again.

Li Jing was greeted by a little girl as they finally got to the circular village. The girl tugged on her sleeve.

"Are you staying over again? Everyone missed you. You barely visit after last year's Spring!"

Li Jing chuckled lightly. Her face fell flat, as she beckoned for the two to follow her. The path curved into a lively place, one of yellow hues and humble faces. As they settled in, she couldn't make contact with him.

He remembered; she could feel it in her swollen soul.

"So why did they need you right now? Couldn't they have asked someone else?" He murmured.

Li Jing looked at him for a moment before bursting out with laughter.

"I didn't know you whined." She pinched his cheek, prompting him to scoff.

He buried his head in the nape of her neck, his hands firmly around her waist. She hummed, filling in the last of her scroll. His affection was a plea for her attention. The ink finally finishing. They walked through the back of the village, leaving them to the stars.

His head laid in her lap, she stroked his hair. The moon smiled at the two, willing them to be together.

Except they weren't. The sunset stuck in the sky, unwilling to move for them. She dropped her things in her room, kicking it in so the door could close. The dust stuttered in the air as the door settled in place, leaving the three of them in the open area.

The birds chirped, the crows squawked.

"Make yourselves at home- for now."

"Going somewhere?" Xiao asked gently.

"Mhm. I won't take long."

She didn't have to walk far to find the rounded mound of grass and mold, littered with broken white roses and unfailing snow. Sunrays lulled on the grass, quietly expecting Li Jing.

She kneeled beside the mound, her hands curled up into delicate fists. The snow dampened her dress, as she scraped at the snow to mold a heart. She placed it ontop, and stood.

"I wish I could remember your face."

The path she walked back was one that left her empty, and senseless. She stepped back into the room, unravelling her hair. She placed her hairpins on her table. Li Jing stretched out the scroll, placing a weight on either end.

She loaded the ink.

There was a faint growl, one of pain. She paused, hearing the scraping of wood. Li Jing approached his room, his hoarse breathes filling the room.

A smooth wave of paralysis unclosed around her, hand outreached.

She hummed, like she would always do. She would just have to improvise for the harp that wasn't being played. Her throat grew brittle, as she stood from a distance, waiting for him to show any signs of relaxing.

His shoulders drooped.

A heavy silence filled the room, as they failed to make eye contact.

"I'll leave you alone. Call me if you need anything."

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He poured hot water on the herbs, carrying it to her study. His hand hovered over the handle. Either way, he would still find her in her study, her hair like a black curtain over the book. He placed it beside her.

"Oh, thank you."

"How is the book coming?"

"Finding the memories that fit with this book isn't as easy as I thought."

"Maybe you need a break then."

She smiled to herself, closing the book as he sat opposite of her. She glanced into the glass, the hued water letting the petals fall to the bottom.

"...Sorry. I'm sorry for saying that. " She murmured.

Xiao crumpled his face, and turned to the side. What was he to say? I don't have feelings anyway. I don't deserve them.

"You don't need to apologise for that."

Her face grew faint, as she took a sip. As her tongue burned, she realized just how much she want to tell him. She wanted to tell him the truth.

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Borrowing town memories was easy. Yet, as she sat in the place where the author once was, she could not remember. In fact, she was beginning to forget. Her eyes dulled, waiting for midnight to strike.

"It must be difficult being a historian. You constantly ignore your life to record others."

Li Jing looked at the Traveller. She smiled gracefully, fixing her posture.

"You could look at it like that. I like to look at it like an escape."

The Traveller sat beside them, resting their hands in their lap.

"I wanted to ask,"

"Who's Mei?"

"I'm not ready to answer that." She faltered, fiddling with her fingers.

"Is that why did you become a historian?"

"That wasn't because of her. I'm just naturally indebted to Liyue."

"Naturally." They thought to themselves.

"You're lucky to have a fate of your own." She chuckled.

The Traveller quipped a brow, to find Li Jing's gaze averted to the sky.

You're lucky,

To have parents who wanted you.

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Confessions Of Memories. |• 2.

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The night had drooled over the residue of day, leaving them to head there themselves. Xiao paced ahead, leaving the Traveller and Li Jing in his dust. A dull ache rested in her chest from seeing only the back of him.

The flowers bloomed before them, as she gently clutched his hand. He stood stifly next to her, as she scanned the garden for a specific flower. Her hand slipped out of his own, as she sat amongst them. Her hands fumbled with the flower stems, until she reappeared.

"Kneel."

He didn't need to hesitate. Buckled down to one knee and she rested the flower crown on his head. The white petals frittered amongst his dark hair. She kneeled down to his level, smiling at him. He intertwined their hands, leaning in.

Yet it wasn't summer.

It was the cold of night, and her shoulder was throbbing with the pain of a bag weighed with books and scrolls alike.

Her lips twinged with yearning. Her eyes fell to ground, the small hope she once held diminished with a simple memory that lay in their restless wake.

"How'd you know Xiao?"

She looked over to the curious Traveller, burdened with their own weight. She squeezed a smile on her face, looking at the back of Xiao's head. Li Jing exhaled.

"We've known each other for a while."

The Traveller nodded their head sympathetically.

Xiao looked to the ground, his jaw tensed.

He wanted to stay. Anything to erase the lonely century he had spent. There was something that made her immovable in his memory. The seasons could blur, but he could remember her. How her face curved, how her gums would show when he tried to be humorous.

Only to lose her.

Wangshu Inn stood bright in the fog, as they hurried in.

They dispersed to their rooms, leaving the soft patter of rain to calm the souls that rested inside.

Her head sunk into the pillow, leaving her to sit vacantly.

A small wheezing came from his lungs, resting in her arms. His mellow smile faded with the words she couldn't hear. The suns in his eyes set, as the snow fell on his sorrowful sight.

Another body lay on their stomach, their death quiet. Her hair brown and dampened by the snow. A hand rested on her shoulder, patting her with a lack of affection. She looked to her blank face, her arms muddy with red.

Her m-

She gasped awake, clutched her bedsheets as her skin shedded thick bullets of sweat. Her heart throbbed, jolting her ribs.

Is this the curse of being immortal?

To ache?

She gingerly placed her feet down on the carpet, throwing on a robe. She creaked across the hallway, exhaling as she got to the balcony.

The small click of metal startled her.

His eyes clicked with his own. Xiao's eyebrows furrowed. He looked away. Xiao looked out to the town below, the rain twinkled like stars. If she left now, it would only emphasize the damage. If she stayed, she'd have to endure the silence she had placed there.

"Did you cry?" He pondered.

She glanced at him.

"Your eyes - they're puffy."

She hummed softly, barely audible.

"I just had a nightmare, that's all."

They stood quietly, their hands brushing against each others.

He tried. He really did. But, her eyes held a heartbreak that was unfixable. His body was full of ache. He ached before he met her. He used to be the love of her life. It was clear he didn't deserve to be. Thousands of deaths that clinged to him was dragging him with them.

Is this retribution?

"Jiji, you should get some rest."

He looked over to her limp state. He sighed, scooping her up in his arms. He sat by her side, unravelling her bun. Her hair sprawled around the bed, wisps covering her face. The cold air seeped into his lungs, and he couldn't help but sleep.

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Dawn came and the only evidence of him being there was his soft, mild scent. She stayed there quietly, inhaling her pillow. She separated herself from her bed, and eventually sat with the two. The Traveller tried to read her inscribed scrolls, their face pruning with wrinkles. She chuckled nervously, tapping her cheek.

"It's illegible, isn't it?"

The Traveller quickly dismissed her words, excuses being mounted into a mess. Xiao sighed, drawing them back to silence. His eyes were averted, looking over her sprawled scrolls.

"The book has been around for a long time, and should've probably be burnt by fire." Li Jing pondered, squeezing her notes into a small handheld notebook.

"So the book is protected?"

She nodded, avoiding looking up.

"Luckily I had a lead before we left. An old lady I know has links to a man who has the family archive of these books."

"Is that the Mei you were referring to?"

Li Jing was quiet, the restless noise of other customers filling the void. Her pen harshly drilled through the crisp page.

How could she respond? If she told them now, they wouldn't be able to get the letters, and she'd be a failure and looked down on with disdain. If anyone found out about her she'd be a disappointment to her mother.

She didn't want to disappoint her mother.

"Jiji?"

Her mother trusted her.

"Li Jing."

She trusted her.

Oh, she couldn't. If anyone found out she was cu-

"Li Jing!" Xiao snapped.

She looked at him, quiet with embarrassment. The table sat uncomfortably between them, until she chuckled lightly.

"Sorry, I live in my head too much- anyways, the shortcut will save us some time. We don't have to walk too far at all." She dismissed herself from the table.

The Traveller looked to Xiao, their eyes bleeding with confusion. Xiao looked at him, exhaling softly.

"Mei...That name is important to her. I'd advise you to stop saying it so much."

The Traveller nodded to themself, flustered with the oblivious mistake.

Mei,

Is she dead?

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Xiao x male reader

Mention of suicide

Angst

Event spoilers

"I can't.... Rex.... I'm losing...... Sorry xiao"

Your distorted voice was heard through the chasm while the 5 we're looking for an exit after seeing bosacious.

"Xiao who is that? They said your name." Yanfei questioned but Xiao had an uncharacteristic look of shock before turning to them.

"He was the dendro yaksha. He never liked attention so he also hid when humans were they were near. During the destruction of khanreha he lost his mind and went into hiding."

Xiao talked about you in the same way he talked about bosacious. He loved the memories he shared with you but all good things come to an end.

"I know who he is, the phantom yaksha. He helped from the shadows and saved any human he could." Yelan said causing Xiao to nod.

"That's so sad. I wonder where he went." Paimon looked to aether who was looking at Xiao.

There was a moment of silence before the sky darkened as a scream erupted from behind Xiao.

Turning around Xiao saw you on the ground with your (choice of weapon) on the ground next to you while you were squeezing your neck in pain.

"Y/n." Your head shot up at the sound with a look of fear.

"Xiao?"

Said yaksha tried to get closer but you backed away.

"NO." You shouted and haistily stood up into a fighting stance "your not supposed to be here. None of you are."

Xiao teleports behind you and take your weapon. Vines shot up wrapping around his neck, arms and legs restraining him.

"I can't control it anymore. I DON'T WANT TO HURT ANYONE ELSE." You ran behind the portal before anyone could stop you.

When out of sight the vines disappeared.

Yelan was hot on your tail but when going behind the portal was your body entangled into the ground on your back.

The sight barely shocked her as she called the others over.

"Is he DEAD." Paimon screamed taking refuge behind aether/lumine.

"Yes" Xiao said simply. Taking your body of the roots he held you tight.

"What is he to you? You seem close to him." Yelan was very observant with the few time they saw the phantom yaksha and Xiao.

It took a minute before he answered. "He is equivalent to what humans call a significant other."

No other words were shared as he put you on his back to take you to the surface.

*tiny time skip*

Once at the surface he took the traveler to pervacies resting place.

"I want to bury him here. I also wanted to take a rock in memory of bosacious but the rock did not make it."

The memories came flooding back.

You and him we on a mountain not far from the other yaksha.

"Xiao why do you have to so cynical all the time." You chucked. Placing a hand to his cheek. "I'm not. I'm simply saying I would die for you."

You had a deep blush on your face, placing you hands on your hips and turning away.

"That's what I mean. You don't have to protect me cause I'll be the one to protect you." It was his turn to blush. You laughed and hugged him.

"Xiao if something every happens to me.... Just know that I love you." He pulled away from the hug and kissed you.

"I love you too Y/n."

He missed you along with the other yaksha and it hurt him that he was the only was still alive.

After burying you a beautiful tree sprouted from the ground. It's leaves had different colors and elements in them.

When people touched them they heard voices of laughter or small visions of their lost loved ones, but for Xiao they held the memories of the fallen yakshas.

Even in death you wanted to show people happyness.

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Y'all got the concept right? Yeah y'all got it.

Rules, Introduction

Hello, my name is Kat and this is my blog, I write fan fiction for a variation of different fandoms AUs and am not opposed to commissions for ocs

Genres I’m willing to write for are,

Fluff, angst

Some examples of fluff or angst would be arguments, comfort, casual dates, sweet movie nights or hurt

Smut

About anything would be fine however I’m unwilling to write about piss kinks, huge age gaps or incest, stepcest is fine

Characters I’m willing to write for are,

Hazbin Hotel; Alastor, Rosie, Charlie, Husk, sir pentious, cherri Bomb, Angeldust, Valentino, Vox, Velvette, Lucifer, ADAM, lute

Helluva Boss; Luna, Moxxie, Millie, blitz, Verosika, Asmodeus, fizzarolli

Voltron; Keith, Lance, Pidge, Hunk, Shiro, Princess

Mha; class 1A, monoma, shinso, tenko, himiko, Dabi, Villain deku, Villain katsuki, villain shoto

Bsd; Dazai, Chuyaa, fyodor

Saiki K; saiki, kaido, chiyo, Aiura, rei

Atla; zuko, sokka

JJK; sukuna, toji, megumi, gojo, itadori

Genshin impact; any male character + Ayaka, Ei, Yae

Haikyuu; Hinata, kageyama, sugawara, suna, kenma, Kuroo, tsukishima, terushima, sakusa kiyoko, Yachi(my favorites) will write for any other character as well

Creepy pasta: Jeff the killer, Ben drowned, slender man, Jane the killer, eyeless jack, hoodie, ticci Toby (other requests)

On That Day — ragbros oneshot

ft. Venti

A face off between two brothers, not biological, but have come to accept each other as if they were just that.

The thunders roared, and the rain poured hard. It was as if Celestia had known this was to happen, and that they'd watch as a sinner from the land that they once destroyed, go through the suffering of losing everything all over again.

"You...you traitor." The once smiling boy, this time, he spoke with disgust laced in his voice. He was speaking without thought, he was at his breaking point. He couldn't stop himself.

The navy-haired boy couldn't give an answer, he refused to. He knew this was to happen if he told him, but maybe he wanted it too.

To know what would happen, to hear what his brother would say.

"Who are you, Kaeya?"

A strong flash of blue engulfed the boys. And there fell a vision onto the sinner's hand. Ironic.

Seemingly filled with rage, His older brother walked away. Not sparing even a glance at the boy.

"Hey, Master Diluc, care to give this young bard a few bottles?" Venti nudged the man in front of him.

The man groaned, "I swear, one day we're gonna go bankrupt because of the free wine I give you."

Just then, a laugh came from the door. "Come now, Diluc, no need to be so harsh on the bard. If you're worried, I can pay for his tab tonight.

"Captain Kaeya, how very nice of you! I'll be sure to dedicate a very special song for you!" The bard joyfully stated.

"Do whatever you please, I'll be going now. Charles, can you take over?"

As Diluc walked out, silence engulfed the bard and the captain.

A few minutes later, they both have drinks in their hand. The bard who looks drunk, and the captain who very clearly is intoxicated.

"I remember, when...we were young, Diluc and I would be running around the grape farm, he'd smile so brightly at me...he'd smile because we were having fun... because we were brothers..." The captain spoke through a smile while his hand was holding his chin up.

The bard lightly smiled at him in pity.

"If only...if only I hadn't told him that day..." The captain sobbed. There were no more people in the tavern, only the bard and the captain. The god and the sinner.

"Maybe...I wouldn't have this." He held his vision, and threw it across the room.

It's blue glow serving as a light in the dark area. The god of freedom stared at it.

A cryo vision, representing it's master's feeling of estrangement, not belonging. A misfit.

Maybe it was because he was not from the land of freedom, that he had been granted of this. The god sighed.

It was unlikely. The reason it manifested at that day, that time.

It wasn't because he had felt separated from the people of Mondstadt. It was because he knew, the moment his brother decided to walk away from him. There was nowhere for him to go to anymore. There was no place he wanted to go to, that would accept him anymore.

An Eternity Without You, is an Eternity of Suffering

TW: Fluff turns to angst :) Neuvillette x Furina aka Immortal x Mortal hehehehe

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“Come on dance with me!” Furina called out to Neuvillette as she stood on the surface of the water. The white haired woman reaching out a hand to him as he stood at the edge of the lake, the turquoise waters lapping at his shoes. “Is the hydro dragon really scared of a little water?” Furina laughed with a smile on her face as she splashed some water in his direction.

“I do not fear the water, I simply-”

“Come on then!” She didn't let him finish his sentence, pulling him along to the center of the lake. (For the purposes of this story Neuvillette can walk on water.) “Neuvillette.” Furina pouted as the taller man attempted to retreat to the safety of the shore. “Dance with me. Please?” She begged, clinging to his arm, “Please Neuvillette, just one dance? And then I promise we can go home. I don’t want to dance alone.”

“...Very well.” He sighed, “One dance it is,” Neuvillette took her hand in his as Furina beamed, he had promised that he would never let Furina dance alone, not ever again. The taller man let her lead him, Furina twirled around him, leading him through the waltz. Neuvillette let himself crack a smile as he admired Furina, the way she would look down to make sure her feet matched with his, the way one strand of her hair curved up and bobbed with each movement. 

“You're surprisingly good at this Monsieur.” Furina smiled, as Neuvillette spun her. 

“Your standards for me are far too low, Lady Furina .” Neuvillette scoffed, “I can dance.” 

“Well how was I supposed to know?” Furina rolled her eyes playfully. “You almost never do.” As the dance came to a close she detached herself from Neuvillette. 

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“Look, it looks just like you.” Furina giggled as she lifted up the soggy creature. 

“It does not.” Neuvillette glanced at the otter she held in her hands. “It looks nothing like me.” Neuvillette sipped his water, turning his head away from the creature.

“Oh come on. Look.” Furina lifted the creature higher, “It looks just like you. It even has your blue horns!”

“It has stripes not horns.” Neuvillette corrected, throwing the creature a subtle glare. 

“Hmph.” Furina pouted, setting the creature down. “I think the Melusines would agree with me.” The former archon huffed, leaning against the taller man, her head against his shoulder as she watched the otters swim and play in the fontainian sea.

“They most certainly would not.” Neuvillette handed Furina a glass of water.

“You say that now.” Furina waved a finger at him. “But just you wait, I’ll ask Sigewinne when we see her again. With how long she spends in the fortress she's bound to see the otters at least a few times.” Furina smirked. “And I’m sure she would agree with me.”

“...I do not look like the otters of Fontaine.” Neuvillette huffed.

“Denial is a river in the Sumeru Desert.” Furina shrugged with a laugh.

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“Stay still Neuvillette.” Furina scolded. 

“I apologize.” Neuvillette tried to stay still as the woman brushed out his hair. Carefully removing any knots and tangles his hair had developed overnight, she did her best in trying not to yank at his hair. However he couldn't help but wince every once in a while when she pulled too hard. 

“You don't even move that much while you sleep. How does your hair get this knotted?” Furina complained as she brushed. 

“I do not know,” Neuvillette replied honestly, “Please be careful with-”

“Be careful with your horns. I know.” Furina laughed, using one hand to gently run her hand over the blue horns that protruded from his skull. They were both hard and soft, it felt like touching water if the water was solid and not wet. “They're so pretty.” Furina smiled as she worked around them. 

“As you have mentioned before.” Neuvillette smiled as he felt the woman start to braid his hair. 

“I can't help it! It is pretty.” Furina pouted. “You have to agree on that.” 

“Hm. Very well I shall agree with you Lady Furina.” Neuvillette watched her work through her reflection in the mirror. “What do you have to do today Lady Furina?” Neuvillette asked as he looked at her, 

“Just some filming.” Furina waved a hand. 

“Are you not worried that you will be late?” Neuvillette inquired, his voice soft.

“No. It's still early in the morning Neuvillette, and we have to film during the day.” Furina laughed, her laugh warmed his heart. 

“I see. And what are you shooting?” He asked softly. 

“Today it's a scene where the man confesses to his lover… but they cannot be together not yet anyway,” She chuckled, “So the man is left alone with his bouquet of rainbow roses at the bench and it's all sad.” 

“I see.” Neuvillette smiled, “I will have to see this film when it comes out.”

“You better!” Furina gasped, “If you don't show up to the premiere I’ll be sad. And mad.” She expertly wove the ribbon into his hair tying the braid. 

“Then I shall be there to witness your new film.” Neuvillette smiled, standing up and offering her a hand. 

“Hmph-” Furina stood up, “You better or I will cry.” 

“Tell me the date of the premiere then ma chérie.” Neuvillette pressed a kiss to the back of her hand. “Have a pleasant day.” He smiled, noticing the blush that dusted her cheeks.

“You too.” Furina smiled, waving him away as she got ready for her day. 

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The clapping faded away as Neuvillette rushed backstage, the performance Furina had put on in the musical had been amazing, oh how he loved seeing her perform. The way she would twirl onstage and smile her blinding smile. Furina in question had already changed out of her costume and was wearing her usual dark blue suit and white shorts, the hydro vision hung off her sash by her waist.

“Oh Neuvillette!” Furina spotted him almost instantly running over. “What did you think?” She beamed, clapping her hands excitedly. 

“I think it was wonderful,” Neuvillette smiled, pressing a kiss to the back of her hand. “You really are a wonderful actress ma dulcinée.” He handed her a bouquet of rainbow roses.

“Thank you mon amour .” Furina beamed, gripping the bouquet excitedly. 

“I do think we should celebrate this.” Neuvillette mused, “Where would you like to go eat?” 

“Oh can we go to the Hotel Deboard?” Furina smiled, “They have wonderful desserts.”

“I do hope you don't plan on just eating desserts.” Neuvillette smiled as he walked out of the Opera Epiclese with Furina. “That wouldn’t be very filling.”

“But they're good.” Furina smiled as she walked alongside him, Neuvillettes hand resting on her hip.

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“Neuvillette… I burnt the macaroni…” Furina stared miserably at the blackened macaroni in the pot. 

“Tsk- Let me cook Furina darling.” Neuvillette gently shooed her away from the kitchen. 

“You can't just serve water and call that food,” Furina huffed as she played with a glass that was left out. 

“I will not just serve water.” Neuvillette scoffed, “I will make Consomme Purete.” He announced proudly, “And it will be made using only the finest water-”

“Mon dragon, I think you're the only person in Teyvat who can taste different water. Water is water.” Furina rolled her eyes. 

“It is not!” Neuvillette stared at her, mouth hanging agape. “Furina! Take that back! You know Fontaine has the best water.” 

“How am I supposed to judge when you won't let me near other water?” Furina snorted, “You say Liyue water is salty and full of vortex overlord remnants and you won't even let me try it.”

“Because it’s bad water.” Neuvillette sipped his glass of water. “Its taste is by far the worst out of all seven nations in Teyvat. That much salt would probably kill you Furina.”

“Oh please how salty could it be?” Furina rolled her eyes. “And how in the name of Celestia do you figure out what vortex remnants taste like-” She swiveled her head to give him a pointed stare. “Do you regularly eat vortex remains-” 

“You have gotten off topic.” Neuvillette waved a hand, “I am trying to cook.”

“Answer my question Neuvillette!” Furina whined. 

“No.” 

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Furina pointed as a gold fish swam by. “Look!” She motioned for Neuvillette to follow her as she led him through the kelp forests of Fontaine. Furina spun through the ruins, twirling in the water as if she belonged there all along. Neuvillette smiled as he watched Furina dart around like a fish, dragging him along as she pointed at the animals. 

“Furina I must-”

“No wait, stay a little bit longer.” Furina pleaded. (Idk if you can talk underwater I'm just gonna guess you can in Fontaine) 

“Very well.” Neuvillette sighed. “How could you exploit the fact that I cannot say no to you?” He “reluctantly” swimmed after her, easily catching up to Furina, the water was his domain after all. “Are you enjoying yourself, Lady Furina?” 

“Look at how cute it is!” Furina squealed as she grabbed Nevullittes hand pointing at a sleeping blubber seal. “How is it that it took me this long to go beneath the water? Did you know about this place?” Furina asked as she swam through the kelp forest.

“You have never swam in the Fontaine sea?” Neuvillette raised a brow, that was news to him. 

“Nope! I never knew it was this pretty…” Furina beamed as a school of iridescent fish swam past her. Neuvillette smiled at the sight, watching as fish of all colors swirled around his Furina. As if she truly was the deity of water.

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The sunset glowed white against the water, the waves softly moving and churning with the wind as Furina and Neuvillette sat next to each other by the shore. “Time flies doesn't it Neuvillette?” Furina whispered as she looked out at the sea

“I suppose it does.” The ludex answered softly.

“These past six hundred years have been an interesting experience.” Furina whispered, her head against the stoic man. Unlike her Neuvillette hadn’t aged a day, while Furina’s hair had grayed and wrinkles appeared on her face, the hydro dragon remained the same. However despite her old and weary joints, and her cracking voice, her eyes with their teardrop shaped pupils never lost their spark. “For five hundred of those years I was playing an archon… and for these past hundred… I have been playing myself.” Furina laughed just as she had used to when she was young. “However, these past one hundred years with you… have been wonderful Neuvillette.”

“Amour what are you saying?” Neuvillette looked over at her. 

“I can feel it Neuvillette. My time is almost up.” Furina smiled softly, standing up and extending a hand to him. “Mon dragon, dance with me one last time?”

“I… very well ma déesse.” Nevuillette took her hand, leading her through a careful waltz. Each step felt like a thousand shards of ice piercing his heart as Furina danced with him. Despite her old body, she didn't stumble through the dance, gliding smoothly over the water just as they used to all those years ago. Neuvillette could feel the tears in his eyes, the slow rain that began only confirming that he was crying. Furina paused mid spin, noticing the water droplets that disturbed the stillness of the waters.

“Oh Neuvillette… getting sad again are you?” Furina smiled at him. 

“How can I not?” He replied, his voice cracking with pain. 

“This is the best ending I could ever dream of.” Furina smiled, wiping away his tears with her hand. “After six hundred years… I can finally truly rest.”

“Furina…” Neuvillette held her hand against his cheek as he closed his eyes. “I…”

“I love you Neuvillette, and I will love you for eternity.” Furina wiped his eyes. 

“Furina…” Neuvillette gripped her hand looking at her pleadingly. “An eternity without you… that is an eternity of suffering…”

“Well if you think about it… not even you will live forever…” Furina smiled, “And one day we will be reunited… I promise it…”

“Furina…” The rain hammered down around them. 

“Oh, hydro dragon, hydro dragon… dont cry….” She whispered, her lips ghosting over his for the last time.

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Authors Note:

Furina and Neuvillette have different dynamics based on my mood maybe they are dating maybe they are siblings/family. However, In no world are they both siblings/family and dating. (Dont date your family guys)

Gnaw: Grudge Match

For the first time, the Archon War and its ending are subject to a second opinion.

(And that opinion is yours.)

Osial banks across the stormy sky, feathers of his right wing dipping into the clouds above, water and wind forming beads against his wingtips that follow him as he dips back down. You lend him your energy, and Electro arcs across the vast plumage of his wings and pools inside the beads.

He flaps his wing. A single storm bead rockets down from the sky.

Fishing boats and trading ships are reduced to soaked splinters and fractured metal. The remains of sails, now naught but tatters, writhe in the wind before falling into the sea.

Those who do not die from the sheer enormity of the impact drown in the harbor, bleed out from shrapnel of their own ships, or meet their end at the hands of your contributed Electro energy.

Within fifteen seconds, the harbor has been reduced to a graveyard, the ruined husks of an entire fleet now skeletons lying in deathless slumber on the seabed.

Osial laughs, wild and untamed, just this side of lost to mania, and he dives, his wings glimmering with Anemo.

The Golden House didn't really stand much of a chance.

Electrically-charged Mora are funneled en masse into the vortex above, glinting gold with lightning tails flowing up into the sky in chaotic patterns. Some magnetize against each other, some fly alone, others ricochet into the sea or embed themselves into the land.

Several unlucky souls are punched cleanly through by the symbol of their nation's prosperity, leaving gaping holes in their flesh and ruined bones.

Their screams, warped by the wind and rain and the song of thunder, are a beautiful chorus to you. A performance to welcome you home and give warning to those who foolishly stand against you.

Thunder roars, deafening, and lightning falls, piercing Millelith members. Rain weighs them down, wind steals their breath, and the wind chill robs even the most hale and hearty of a steady aim.

Osial flicks out another storm bead. Several buildings are blasted apart, their rubble crushing their neighbors, metal and stone and wood making a cacophony of ruin.

Entire lives are being uprooted. Centuries of tradition are vanishing under the onslaught. The work of thousands of human lives simply vanishes as it topples into the bay, the waves hungrily lapping at the base of the city and greedily swallowing all that cannot escape.

A small smile stretches over your face.

They deserve this.

With a flick of your wrist, the remaining Mora cluster together into a single massive ball, and you will it towards the wreckage of the city with a little mental exertion.

It crashes down into the heart of the city, right where Rex Lapis once died, and it then erupts as all the force keeping it together simply ceases to do so.

Golden coins and human gore scatter in every direction as fleeing civilians are reduced to mulch by this world's most ostentatious fragmentation explosive.

Osial howls in glee, currents of vicious wind tearing humans from the streets and into his waiting maw as he dives again and again.

In the distance, there is a roar.

The earth shakes to its foundations as immense stone pillars rip free, aimed for Osial, their normally flat tops ground to geometrically perfect diamond spearpoints.

"Morax," Osial sneers. "Come to watch your miserable excuse for a city die under my wings?"

The being that appears then is not Zhongli, or even Rex Lapis. It is Morax. An ancient dragon, Archon of Geo. The God of Contracts and War. This is no simple serpent, no puppet meant to be majestic and awe-inspiring - this is the war-form. The true face of a draconic god, plated in metals hewn from the heart of the world, innards glowing with yellow-orange energy.

This Morax is the face of death.

Morax roars in wordless fury at his old foe... but then his eyes catch sight of you.

The roar becomes deafening, full of such hatred and vitriol that Osial briefly forgets to fly from surprise, leading him to dive instead.

On some cruel instinct, you give Morax the smuggest, most shit-eating grin you can conjure, and you mouth 'where were you when they needed you?'

If looks could kill, Morax would have just reduced you to subatomic particles.

You gesture to Osial, your gift helping to subtly translate, and he launches up into the storm and the highest points of the atmosphere.

Morax follows, howling threats in a language you don't know.

(The elements lean forward in their seats. You've just invited them to the best fight this eon. Bets are already being made. Geo and Anemo both grin at the other, eager to see whose champion is superior.)

Meteors fall, carved apart by wind.

Voices carry for thousands of miles, roaring in pain and glee and fury.

Bones shatter, scales are torn apart, wounds ooze blood in quantities enough to bathe Liyue in a red rain... and Gods war.

On the ground, the storm has only increased in strength, now that so much more energy is being poured into the area.

Not helping is the hail of immense stone pieces.

Where godly blood lands, life is burnt away by the acidic touch of divinity.

Those who did not flee before can flee no longer without risking swift, painful death.

(Ganyu weeps, the work of thousands of years falling apart in less than five hours. What use were her labors?)

(Ningguang vanishes into a bunker beneath the stone, where she can wait out this chaos. She will build herself back up. This is simply a setback.)

(Hu Tao watches from a distant field as her home is utterly destroyed.

...some morbid little part of her gleefully remarks that business is about to be skyrocketing.)

(Shenhe is unaware of this happening, having been spirited away into Cloud Retainer's realm the moment said Adeptus realized just who had been given a burial at sea.)

(Yanfei is luckily out of the country right now, instead in Fontaine to deal with a reappearing case she'd long thought solved.)

(Xinyan assists in evacuation efforts, her flames burning away godsblood and rain to shelter those nearby.)

(Chongyun and Xingqiu barely manage to stem the tide of raging Hilichurls that are dead set on killing the escaping civilians.)

(Kequing lies in the collapsed rubble of a multi-story building, her Vision repeatedly shocking her as Electro takes the moment to be immensely petty.)

(Xiao drowns in his Karmic Debt, feathers trying to force their way through his skin as his more animalistic instincts refuse to obey.)

(Baizhu has already fled, knowing that he neither can be nor wishes to be of use in this fight. His work is not yet done.)

(Yaoyao stands guard over the population who have made it to her home village.)

(Yun Jin helps to gather scattered families back together amongst the crowds of refugees. Xiangling and her father work to feed the masses while they are all displaced.)

(Beidou watches the storm from the far horizon on the deck of the Alcor. Going in would be suicide, but not helping is just as unthinkable. She must choose, but the sheer weight of the choice is paralyzing. The fleet follows behind her, whether that is into certain death or into retreat.)

(Qiqi stands in the heaviest torrents of the storm. Where the blood of gods stains her skin, life is breathed back into dead flesh.))

Far above in the heavens, Osial and Zhongli are tangled, claws gouging into the new Anemo Archon's innards as coils attempt to shatter the Geo Archon's ancient spine.

There is a deafening crack as Morax's spine bends in a way it was never supposed to.

Ribbons of intestine hang from the massive wound in Osial's underbelly.

Both of them begin to fall to the face of Teyvat tens of thousands of miles below, and you are along for the ride.

Osial lets out a wheezy cackle as he tightens his grip on Morax, drowning in his own blood.

Morax writhes, wings unresponsive.

You hug yourself against Osial. Impact comes far sooner than you expected.

There is darkness.

When you wake, you are in the shallows of an immense crater, exactly where Liyue Harbor should have been. The moon glows pale white above you.

Shattered pillars and ruined buildings jut from the not-quite-bay.

Sitting next to you is a not-very-undead Qiqi. She gives you a relieved look when she sees you're alive. You offer her a thumbs up, as though that will solve the issue.

She accepts it with as much grace as anyone in her situation can and returns the thumbs up, smiling at you faintly.

Beneath you is Osial, dying from mortal wounds but still very alive. Somewhere in the distance is a similarly wounded Morax.

You climb down from your dying companion and come to face him.

"Ah... good. You still live. I did not fail you," Osial gurgles. "Thank you... for helping me settle the score, my maker."

You tell him to hold on. You're sure there's something you can do to heal him. He lets out an amused huff.

"Your kindness is touching, but I know my end is coming. I can feel the Abyss."

You refuse. Osial is yours, damn it. Your friend. Your first Archon. Your protector.

A feeling wells up inside of you.

He will not die. You won't allow it.

Your eyes burn as tears stream down your face. You rest a hand against his scaly face, and ask him to trust you one more time.

"Of course. Always."

You let your power flow. The world erupts into starlight as a new constellation is born, sky adorned with a new pattern of stars: Serpens Fidelis.

The loyal serpent.

Where once laid your dying companion is now a male of mortal human size, who sits up, obviously quite discombobulated. He manages to find his feet, though repeatedly stumbles as he takes his first steps.

Scarred tan skin faintly reflects the moonlight, bathing him in an ethereal glow. Silver locks of hair with deep blue accents seem to drink in the moonlight.

He turns to you, finally, and grins, canine teeth closer to fangs than human, Cherenkov blue eyes glimmering with undeniable joy.

"Thank you, my maker. This new form is far less damaged."

From his right hip dangles a Hydro vision. The Anemo Gnosis is in your hands instead. It appears the cost for his life was you reclaiming the archonhood you bestowed upon him.

He is otherwise entirely nude and doesn't particularly seem to notice this. Maybe that's because he's never had to wear clothes before.

You kindly point this out to him, more than a little embarrassed on his behalf, your hands over Qiqi's eyes so she doesn't see.

Holy shit, was he always that built?

He grins at you, shooting you a salacious wink. "Yes, yes. Get an eyeful of my statuesque physique. I worked for many years on it."

You ask how he managed that as best you can while dying of embarrassment.

"You become quite proficient at lifting weights and swimming at the same time while trying to struggle free of stone javelins pinning you to the seafloor," he says mildly.

He manipulates the water and stormclouds into a set of luxurious robes. A sash at his waist now holds the Hydro vision.

On his back rests a fragment of the Jade Chamber carved into a massive greatsword.

"Shall we gloat over our dying adversary together, my maker?"

Yes, this sounds like a phenomenal idea.

You let Qiqi go, now that Osial is not running a one-hydra nudist colony, and she follows behind the two of you like a lost puppy.

Morax has returned to the form of Zhongli by the time you get to him.

The Vortex Vanquisher lies shattered at his side, and hundreds of rips and tears in his clothes display his grievous wounds.

Osial confidently struts over.

"Why hello, hated enemy mine~"

Zhongli weakly snarls up at him, and also at you, his fists curling feebly at his sides.

"Damn you both. May the Creator strike you both down into the depths of the Abyss."

Osial lets out a small 'snrk', begins to lowly chuckle, and slowly escalates to peals of howling, gleeful laughter. Zhongli just looks offended while Osial laughs himself nearly sick.

"By the maker, you have no idea who you're talking to right now, do you?" He wheezes, tears in his eyes, clutching at his sides.

"The destroyer of my people and an abomination wearing the skin of the Creator of All." Zhongli fires back, indignant. "Are you blind?"

"Go ahead and pray for our maker to save you. See what happens," Osial says, grinning cruelly.

Zhongli murmurs a prayer for protection from evil.

A faint glimmer of magical energy escapes his lips and swirls just above your hands. You cringe at it and wave it away like it's smoke.

Zhongli goes ghost-white, his eyes becoming impossibly wide.

"Creator?"

Tears bead at the corners of his eyes as his actions finally begin to play back in his mind.

"Please, my maker, forgive m-"

Osial cuts off his head.

"What an asshole," he snickers, some blood now on his cheek, a massive grin on his face. "I'm glad he's dead."

You just look at him like he's crazy. Which he probably is.

"Oooooooooohhhh, that's who you are." Qiqi says from behind you, having caught on to your true identity.

Another massive hydra erupts from the ocean in the distance and lets out a sound akin to whalesong.

"HI, HONEY!" Osial yells in her direction before immediately bolting towards her.

You let out a distressed sigh. Exactly what kind of mess have you just gotten into?

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Moonlight 🌙

Warnings: mentions of implied abuse, bruises, cuts, scars

Soft knocks were heard at the dark wooden door. Sleepily the blonde got up to answer the door already knowing who it was. He opened the door revealing an injured girl. Her strawberry hair covering her puffy tear stained face. He gently helped her up as she muttered a soft 'thank you' at the male. He placed her down on the tan couch, and quickly scurried to the bathroom where he kept his first aid kit. Once he came back with the supplies, the boy turned his full attention to the girls injuries.

"Your old man again?" He asked even though he already knew the answer.

She hummed quietly not wanting to talk about it. After all this has become a normal routine for the both of them. Her running away, knocking at his door, him tending to her, and letting her stay over at his. The boy sighed and continued to work in the comfortable silence not wanting to push her in her already messed up state.

"The offer's still up you know." He mumbled.

"I don't want to burden you Albedo—and don't even say that I'm not. I'm already wasting your time and medical supplies." She mentioned.

The boy sighed and spoke up, "and how many times have I told you that I don't care spending money on you?"

The girl sighed in defeat knowing that he wouldn't back down. Instead she turned her face away from his and hid it in the couch cushion, returning to being silent. The boy silently continued to work on healing her body, after all having an infected wound is not pleasant.

"Turn your face, I need to see how badly he hurt you." He spoke softly to her.

She didn't move.

"Please?"

Again, she didn't turn to face him. He put the cotton ball down and gently grabbed her face by the chin and turned her face to look at him. When he did so he found her face littered with scars and a few cuts. His eyes trailed down to her lips—quivering in embarrassment. She never wanted him to see her like this again, but alas the world was not in her favor. The boys face softened and quickly averted his gaze to find the cotton ball he had just soaked in hydrogen peroxide quickly muttering a 'this might sting' as he resumed his task.

His face scrunched up in focus, his tongue poking out his lips. His hair fell down his face but he didn't mind. Slowly reaching out, the girl pushed his hair out of his face revealing his big blue eyes. She's seen them up close before multiple times before, but they always look so pretty and beautiful to her. He stopped what he was doing and looked back down at her eyes. They both maintained eye contact for a while before they both slowly started closing in on each other. Heads tilting opposite of each other.

"Big brother?" A tiny voice interrupted them.

Both the male and female stopped and averted their gaze from each other onto the tiny blonde girl. She was dressed in her small fitted pajamas. The moonlight hitting her face as she scrunched her face up to adjust to the light.

"Klee? What are you doing up?" The boy questioned quietly.

"Had a nightmare. I wanted to sleep next to you because I was scared, but you weren't in your room." The tiny girl squeezed the tiny 'dodoco' plushie close to her chest.

The boy looked back at her and was about to apologize but she beat him to it.

"Don't worry, put her to sleep first. You can worry about me later." She reassured him.

He nodded and carried his little sister back to her room, muttering sweet soothing words to put her back to sleep. Seeing his figure disappear into the darkness of the hall, the strawberry haired girl sighed and looked out the window of his apartment complex. The moon had formed a crescent shape, not revealing it's fullness. But even so it still shown really brightly. The very few stars outside glimmered and twinkled.

The girl eventually found herself succumbing to sleep with the picturesque background. Her brown eyes now shut, mouth parting slightly, and her hair fell down her face gracefully. As the boy returned he came to notice her sleeping figure. He chuckled softly at the sight and carried her to his bed. He covered her in the tan bedsheets that dressed his mattress. Finally kissing her forehead and muttering an almost audible,

"Goodnight, Marceline."

FIVE SHELLS FOR YOU.

(means ILYSM)

★ zhongchi, short fluff & angst drabble, wc; 365, one major character death, mlm, husbands, bittersweet ending, ...

a/n: y'all have this first,, will do really post the fics i'm working on very soon promise😭😭 (*there's also a kazuscara ver of this👀) still busy kdjhfcskdvfgf--- and also for better experience while reading this you can try listening to this song to add more feels hueheuheu.

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⇢ Sitting in a field of dandelions and forget-me-nots'. The radiant beam of someone was forever jumbled. Forever blurred in his mind. Zhongli cannot fathom how or even why he forgot his husband's delicate and impactful features that make anyone who laid eyes upon him flatter in awe, the same as him but different... It was pure adoration.

⇢ Now that he is visiting the grave, the pang in his chest and the churn in his stomach are not telling him good news. But he still continued to go.

⇢ "...Hi, my love," he smiled. "I brought you some shells that I picked up last week." Zhongli choked on his suppressed-almost-about-to-cry voice. "It kind of reminded me of your blue-ocean-like eye color... and also you, so... here." He placed five of them shells in his husband's tomb.

⇢ Zhongli sat there in peace and quiet, relishing the tantalizing serenity of the fresh breeze stroking across his soft golden-brown locks and cheeks. Zhongli drowns in his reminiscences of his beloved, his other half, as if his late husband, Childe, no, Ajax, whom he adheres to, is still there, giving him a back-embrace and humming a sweet tune in his ears.

⇢ And now, bitterness was seeping into his system. Remembering now the days they've spent together; when he was still there... those memories with him, that he treasured oh so dearly.

⇢ Zhongli, now crying in his lonesomeness and grief, spoke, "I'm sorry, so sorry, my love. I didn't mean to ruin our lovely mood today, hehe." He tried to wipe his tears away, but they just kept on flowing.

⇢ "Dear, I know this is quite late of me to say but, these five shells that I was and always gave you means... I love you so much, and not only that, I adore you just like how you adore my smile—that you keep on telling me it's pretty." Zhongli hesitated a bit but urged himself to speak again, "I adore and love you as a whole, just the way you are being true to yourself and not hesitating to any hardships, that's what makes me love you more... Ajax, my sun." He then bawled his tear stained eyes again painfully.

FIN.

s/n: sorry for the grammars if you ever see any errors my dear cinnamons TvT)~

©️henkoukazue DON’T PLAGIARIZE, MODIFY, REPOST, OR TRANSLATE ANY OF MY WORKS.  exclusively only to read on Tumblr. thank you.

I finally got an idea after studying for (idk how many) days !!

Whereas y/n is the friend Kazuha needs.

“ If you need someone to talk to, you know who to call. ” You wink at your friend, who is now watching you fade away into the busy streets of the city.

Stand and smile. That's all you could do as you watch your one and only love to run away with the one he truly loves.

“ Y/n, you're the best friend a person could ever ask for. You deserve everything. ”

I don't want anything. I want you.

You wanted to scream already.

But of course, you'll always be the one to be there comforting him in his darkest days while no one was there for you when you're in your deepest hour.

He hugs you for the last time before running off again to see her. How could he be so ignorant?

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“ You're the only friend I need, y/n. Thank you. ”

And that's all you'll ever be.

Execution

rock’s

.zhongli, childe

A/N. angst time baby >:) writing angst is so fun ngl …(･◡･) requests are open btw! also if you’ve seen this before then this is from my other acc that I deleted! i’m just reposting them lol

.angst

zhongli—

He wished he didn’t have to, he wished this would go away—that there would be peace again. But only destruction would happen if he didn’t do his job. He tells you this—but he knows your not listening. Especially with the hatred and tears in your eyes as you back away from him in your palace.

“Leave! You don’t have to do this—your spitting nonsense, morax!” you yell, still backing away—yet he moves closer, with guilt and remorse in his eyes, tears building up in the process.

He stops in his tracks when you back up in to the wall. He contemplates. “It’s you—or your people.” his eyes are lidded as they look down at you. You let out a small offended gasp, but you quickly clench your jaw, and your hands turn in to fists.

You walk over to him and whisper in to his ear— “I still love you..but you deserve to live with the guilt of having to kill your own significant other..” he gulps, he can feel your tears burning his skin. He hates it, he hates you—why do you make him feel like this!?

He looks down at you as you smile up at him. “I never loved you” he looks straight ahead as he says this—and plunges his spear in to your heart. Blood spouts from your mouth as you fall in to his arms. A dead, cold look in your eye, as your body lays cold in his arms.

A sacrifice that had to be made…

childe—

Oh..how he hated you..or, more really, how he wish he hated you right now. But the tears running down his cheeks, and how he yells and screams your name betrays his hatred—He is angry, at you, for pulling something this stupid.

He watches you drop your claymore, walking towards the ocean at the mass destruction he has pulled. He should have listened—he should have listened when you told him not to pull this “ruling the world” act. It was selfish. and he knew. These are the consequences of his own actions.

He watches the water beast stare down at you, he hears your voice one last time—

“If I give you my life—Spare everyone else’s!”

—you were the one important thing to the person who brought the water beast back, he never wanted to be brought back. So this is his pay back.

Childe is shaking heavily, he’s frozen in place. He’s watching wide eyed as he watches the sea monster Slaughter you in the most painful—brutal way. He Watches as blood stains the ocean. He watches as the sea monster disappears in to the vast ocean.

All he can feel is the rain stabbing him as it falls. There’s a dull look in his eye as he stares at the ground—tears refusing to spill, guessing that he’s cried too much to cry anymore.

“I guess the rain isn’t perfect for bloodshed after all..”

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6:30 am 9/6/2022

Hi! May I request prompt #1 from hurt/comfort prompts with Scaramouche?

Of course anon!

Have a secret, can you keep it?

Warning's: yandere type themes, mentions of kidnapping, this prompt is slightly inspired by @merakiui's bitter sweet secret fan fiction!

Pronouns: gender neutral. 

Synopsis: getting blackmailed into staying in a relationship with etc character, being the perfect doll the perfect secret you have to keep it.

He scared you, splattered in red and a scent so prude that you felt like running away but you couldn't run. Your feet jammed to the floor as you watched your family get slaughtered by this merciless man who didn't care what you saw.

He then approached you and told you to come with him and you couldn't decline because you knew you would be killed too. In his eyes it didn't matter who it was and he just found you as a new doll to pick up and play with. “afraid?” he asked with a smile as you kept silent.

What were you supposed to respond with anyway? “I asked are you afraid?” his voice was more stern and strict, like he wanted an answer, so you nodded.

Laughter filled the room but it felt empty and mocking like he found this amusing, he stared at you and leaned down bringing his cold blood stained hands to your face and there was that smile of victory... No, it was the smile of a despicable man who found pleasure in your horror.

The next thing that happened was your vision being blurry; you didn't even realize he had injected something into your body while he leaned down to your helpless self and smiled. You woke up and looked around to see no one around the place felt cold and small and frankly, it reminded you of a closet.

Weirdly, the silence was comforting. Anything is comforting other than that man's voice; you shuddered at the thought of having to see him again, but he did kidnap you because this surely isn't your house.

Speaking of the devil, the door to the closet room opened and you saw him again as he smiled and leaned down “dolls shouldn't look broken right?” he asked, and you stayed silent. “you won't respond.. Oh well, I placed some clothes outside, go get ready and don't dare to try anything funny or I will make sure you never see the light of day” another sick smile from him. You wondered how many enemies he must have with such an attitude, probably near a thousand at least.

You did as told and dressed up for him; it felt like your soul was getting sucked out of you. It felt like that, that's for sure.

You felt like a doll, getting dressed up and playing out as if your family did not just get killed by this man you saw only once in your life, it felt as if this was a nightmare that you will never wake up from and that scared you. You were now his secret and he will keep you no matter what is said.

Your prompts are so good help?'?'?" Can i request Zhongli with prompt 9 or 10 (if you prefer 10, i was hoping for some hurt-comfort there AAAA) i cant choose tbh HAJDHHD THEYRE ALL RLLY GOOD

I love you anon????? Take all my love like hellO? You have fed my ego too much T_T but sure thing!

I hope you're fine with prompt #9 I can't handle too much angst at the moment aha.

what is.. Love?

Warnings: none except it's kind of angsty? I don't think it's the best thing but the ending looks rushed.

Pronouns: gender neutral

Synopsis: the person whom you promised to marry when you were a child shows up back in your life with a proposal for marriage?

it had been a while since he showed up in your life, you thought you moved on and truly had you never once pondered where the young man whom you had promised marriage to went. It was like a gust of wind, you met and you left.

It wasn't until later of October you were getting some baked goods from the bakery and from the corner of your eye you saw a man in a suit, not thinking much of it you thought it's some rich person making a appearance in the country. Yes, you were awfully wrong but now's not the time to think about past mistakes.

You thanked the cashier and grabbed the bag in which you brought stuff when you get a text from your mother who looked rather excited? She had texted you something along the lines of ‘ come home soon, I have an amazing surprise for you! ’ now surprise and your mom weren't a good look together but all you could do is sigh and pray to God that it's not about her telling you you're going somewhere else.

You arrived at home only to hear chatting and laughter coming from the room beside “I'm home?” you let out a confused yet Loud voice hoping people in the house would explain something to you. Alas you were ignored and had no choice but to walk up and open the door with an annoyed expression only to be met with the face of the person who you left in your memories.

‘oh lord’ you mumbled inside your head, you felt like fainting on the spot! How could he just show up? “zhongli...” that name you spoke felt so foreign to you, it felt like speaking to a stranger.

“you're back home! Great I don't have to tell you later then, remember zhongli? He's a business man now! He's grown up so fast hasn't he? .... ... ........ ... ..” and so on your mother kept talking as everything she said went in one ear and out the other.

“aha, it's nothing ma'am I was fulfilling my promise of asking their hand in marriage” your childhood friend replied to your mothers words while his gaze was fixed on you. Why was he here? Did he not leave without any notice? You knew it's rude yet you can't help but ask “why?... Why now?” and all his stupid face did was smile.

You despised that smile now, you wanted to erase it from your mind and yes, you held a grudge and it maybe childish but he cannot just come back one day to ask your hand in marriage to fulfill a stupid promise made by a bunch of six year old's??

He tried approaching you but you weren't in the mood to deal with him just when you got him out of your mind. He came back, why did he come back it kept repeating in your head. You pushed him away when he gripped your wrist “listen, I don't want to start a drama so please just get out” you said straightforwardly “are you still mad at me about the sudden disappearance?” he asked you oh so calmly, how can he even be calm..

“it's not just that! Why the hell would you come back to fulfill a stupid promise we made as children!” he looked down, was he embarrassed?? You didn't get this man at all..

“I love you, that's why I came back.. ” that reply shocked you, he had feelings.. For you? What even.. What even is love? You remember recklessly saying I love you to just about anyone when you were growing up, never did you have any interest in dating either.

“marriage.. Marriage is too sudden for me, I need time! I don't even know why the hell you still 'love me' or why you left...” you felt weird almost anxious your voice felt panicked like you just wanted to run away from everything and hope this was a nightmare.

Zhongli ran a hand on your head to help you calm down “right, my apologies for being so sudden.. How about I start from courting you like I used to?” his voice was calm and gentle as he slowly pulled you into a hug. You were sure your mother was listening in on all of this but you didn't really care you just wanted to hug him and let out all the pent up stuff in your mind.

“alright.. Thank you zhongli, I.. I'm kind of glad you're back but you still need to explain why you were gone without any notice before hand” you smiled at him as he pulled you in for a small hug. It went like it used to before when you both were little.

Childe yandere headcanons where he forces you to get married/want to have kids?

contains yandere themes and mentions of force

you were not directly involved with the harbingers but you were just a small florist which childe got flowers from for his little siblings, you were just so un real to his eyes that he couldn't resist but to ask about you. The way you were so oblivious kills him he would do anything to have you and make you his.

so he does it by pressuring you, making your business run into thin air. You wondered why no one was showing up lately to your shop and that's when childe arrives with a proposal.

"if you marry me i will make sure everything in your life is more perfect then ever, trust me i can make your life heavenly i can give you anything and everything" though, if you don't listen and reject him he will make your life hell to the point you have to accept the offer. It was your fault for making him so enchanted by your charm and looks.

he just has to have you even if he has to push you at your lowest for it.

once you become his spouse he will be happy and treat you everything he promised, that is of course if you behave if you don't then expect him to not care about you he will force you to have kids even if that means violating your privacy, he told you he is a family man and he wants his children in you and if you do not agree he can always resort to other methods..

I'll continue the legacy of writing angst on genshin characters birthdays! Be ready, for birthday angst for childe! 💌

kaebedo angst

im on a roll tonight 🏃

anyways-

warning : angst, slight mention of character death, not proof-read

"....do you love me?"

kaeya asks softly, caressing albedo's cheek. albedo nods, humming out a 'yes'

"why do you love me?" albedo didnt hesitate to answer

"because you're broken" kaeya paused, retreating his hand.

"what..?" albedo grabs kaeya's cold hand, and plays with his fingers, admiring the small details on the other's hand.

"because i will be the reason that you will understand..." albedo brings kaeya's hand to his lips, leaving a chaste kiss to its wake. kaeya felt goosebumps run through his spine.

"that you can be loved." albedo looks up into kaeya's lost eyes, giving him a small smile.

"that you are not the problem." he emphasized the word not, bringing kaeya's hand to his cheek and shivering from coldness kaeya's hand brought him.

"you're gonna leave me?" albedo chuckles at that, turning his head and kissing kaeya's hand another time.

"no." kaeya lets out a breathe, glad that albedo isnt leaving him like the rest did.

"you will." albedo turns his head to look at kaeya again, a distant look in his eyes.

"when you will be ready." albedo closes his eyes, shielding himself from the looks that kaeya is giving him.

"it's time to let go, love." albedo mutters, and kaeya lets a tear slip from his eye.

"will i ever be able to let go of you, dear?" he slowly blinks, looking up at kaeya. albedo lifts up his hand, wiping the tears off of his lovers face.

"you will. not right now, but you will."

zhongli is sick modern au

warnings : angst, character death, not proof-read

"you have two minutes of oxygen left, zhongli" the doctor said, gripping their clipboard. zhongli's eyes wandered to his bony fingers, opening and closing them.

"....can we...can we change that into something more cheerful?" zhongli let his focus stay on the doctor, his eyes lightly sprinkled with hope

the doctor paused, but nodded.

"sure, zhongli."

zhongli hummed, closing his eyes.

"ajax...is ajax coming here soon?" the doctor didnt hesitate to answer this time.

"ajax will be here in two minutes."

"i hope he wont hurry. he stresses when he hurries, and that makes his brain a bit of a mess" zhongli says in a small tone, but the doctor heard it.

"does he hurry often?" the doctor asked, their voice dripped with sympathy, but zhongli pretends to not notice.

"yes. i do hope that he hurries less, especially in this time. there is no need to rush." zhongli fixed his position in the hospital bed, fluffing up his pillow and arranging the blanket on his body.

"hm..doctor, it seems i feel a little off...do you mind if i rest a bit?" not even waiting for the answer, he closed his eyes, letting out a sigh of content.

"i dont mind at all zhongli, rest well." zhongli hummed at that, and rest for eternity.

'until the next lifetime.' was his final thought.

hurt comfort/fluff venti???

warnings : a bit of self blame (??), not proof-read, not much to warn but just a tiny bit of angst but the rest is fluf, also ooc venti i think

you sighed laying down on the grass with half-lidded, tired eyes.

"im so tired." venti blinks down at you and grabs your hand, coaxing you to place your head on his legs, and you did as he told.

"you can sleep for a while, singing is tiring after all." he beamed, softly gripping your hand and playing with your hair. you opened your eyes, looking at him deep in the eyes. you didnt notice it, but venti surely did.

"w-wait hey, why are you crying? you dont have to sleep if you dont want to." the furrow in his brows express his worries, and you just chuckled as venti wipes away your tears.

"how are you so nice to someone like me? someone who you just met hours ago, and someone who has no will to live. you're a treasure, venti. thank you for approaching me." venti's hand stilled, and his face bloomed red. your eyes widened a fraction and you howled a laugh as he stammered to let out words.

"h-hey dont laugh at me!"

"you're that easy to fluster?? HAHAHAHHA oh my god you really are a treasure." his hid his face in his hands as the wind carries your laughs.

"ughhh shut up!"

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♡ No thoughts just Dom!Scaramouche who makes you call him lord Scaramouche while he's wrecking your insides no matter how embarrassing it feels, no matter how overwhelmed you are he always and forever expects you to pronounce it properly, can't have you tainting his graceful name you better be grateful he's even acknowledging you're pathetic body right now, not even to mention pleasuring you right know.

♡ Dom!Scaramouche who's definitely into fatui play, calling you his favorites little subordinate treating you as the mere nobody that you are, at his mere becking call at all hours of the night, he says jump you ask how high, he thinks that simple enough for a degenerate like you to understand isn't it? Don't disappoint now!

♡ Dom!Scaramouche who has the best aftercare from bubble baths, luxury meals, softest beds, washing your hair etc. all because you've been so good for him and you deserve a reward for being so obedient Dom!Scaramouche who goes extremely soft if you call him by his real name.

♡ Dom!Scaramouche who wants to show you how much he loves you for sticking by his side but just doesn't know how to put it in words so instead uses his actions.

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˗ˋ ୨ nutritional facts ୧ ˊ˗ asexual,insecure,Gn!reader slight hurt comfort, fluff

˗ˋ ୨ allergy warning ୧ ˊ- insecurity & slight queerphobia 

˗ˋ ୨ Content ୧ ˊ˗ kaeya ❝cavalry captain❞

˗ˋ ୨ formula ୧ ˊ˗ headcanons

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❝ Stari Cafe™. I had so much fun writing this, thank 4 the request, late happy new years!^^ - stari ❞

♯݊↯ Kaeya is known to be quite a bold man at the least, always teasing people everywhere he goes but If that's not what you like further more if it makes you uncomfortable he immediately stops the man's a flirt not ass hole.

♯݊↯ He knows what asexuality it on a surface level never really looked too deep into it since isn't one about labels. When he finds out about you being ace he won't ask any questions, you are y/n and will always have his full acceptance!

♯݊↯ Assuming he knew about your asexuality,he would still tease you about things but obviously not in a sexual way you being  comfortable and safe is way more important than some act he puts on for the public eye.

♯݊↯ As soon and I mean as soon as he even has a hunch that your insecure about your asexuality he comforts you and does as much as he can to help you! Not in a smothering manner he knows his limits and boundaries! "Dear there's nothing wrong about you, you're perfectly fine. If anyone tells you otherwise just let me know,ok?"

♯݊↯Someone makes fun of you for your sexuality? Now that just can not do! First off all how dumb does someone have to be to make fun of the cavalry captains lover? The answer is pretty dumb.

"Asexuality isn't even a thing!"

"How about you shut your trap and pay for your drink, I'm sure everyone would love that!"

♯݊↯ never takes you to angle share, not because he doesn't think you can't protect yourself or because he doesn't like your company he'd just rather you not go there. Especially in the late hours there people there who know not a thing about boundaries and kaeya would never want you to experience such sights.

♯݊↯ he's very thankful that he won't have to keep up the whole flirty pretty boy act, it gets tiering sometimes. He's glad he can just be himself around, that he can just rest around you.

Overall he's very chill about it and respects your boundaries and everything!

Oh, it's over.

Serving size- 0.6k

Nutritional facts- Gn! Reader 

Allergy warning- self-blame, self-degradation, light mentioned disordered eating, Very unhealthy coping mechanisms, Hallucinations, obsessions? 

Overview- reader dies for an unspecified reason.

Contents- albedo, Xiao , Kazuah

Instructions- best read in dark mode.

Formula- drabbles + headcanons

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Albedo-

Although I think he'd be the one to take it most rationally, he'd still be over the edge because of your death.

So it really was coming to an end, well obviously your death was inevitable, so why, why does it still hurt knowing his morning with you is at end. This was calculated from the start he knew he was aware that you couldn't stay with him forever, then why does he want you to. A horrible outcome yet such a lovely journey. But at least it was with you, right?

It still hurts after all this time with you, his thinking was illogical, something he doesn't do unless he's with you.

He tries his best to put the pieces back together, bring you back to him but no nothing works. His hard work went to shit, if he couldn't do the simple task of feeling your comforting embrace then how was he supposed to do anything? Everything hurts alchemy hurts, talking hurts, eating hurts, existing hurts it all hurts so much, but he still moves on at least kind of right? He brushes off his feelings and tries to get over your pacing but the more he pushes it out the harder it comes back, why can't you just leave him alone?

Xiao-

One of the least rational goes back to how he was before he met you. If not worse, way worse.

How could you leave him like this after all you've done with him, you leave? It doesn't matter if it wasn't your choice he still wanted you there. You were the only thing that kept him at bay, but I guess the reason his karmic debt didn't affect you was because it would strike only once but harder than ever. But this was his fault.

 How could he even think straight, you were all that was on his mind, pushing to overwork himself sleepless nights, weeks, years but xiao was used to this nothing really changed, did it? Except for figures that appeared randomly throughout his room, it wouldn't be a bother he's seen worse, just if they didn't remind him of you. If they didn't speak like you did to him, if they didn't look at him with the same look you had towards him.

Maybe if he just didn't talk to you that day, maybe if you weren't in lieyu maybe, just maybe it would hurt this much.

Kazuha-

Again, really again? How long was this going to go on for, because he can’t take this anymore? Was it him, he was the problem right, he had to be. Nothing else was wrong; it was him, his fault, all his fault, and his fault alone.

Changing nearly everything about him, down to the way he speaks, the way he dresses, even the way he sees himself. But nothing was working, no one would love him the way you did. Was it his fault? Was he not worthy enough to be around you forever? That's right, that's the only reason he wasn't with you right now, he knows he's not deserving of your praise, your love, or even your mere presence but he still vied for you. But like the wind, everything must fly away and leave rather whether you desire that outcome or not.

A.n -  I had this in my drafts for the longest while and as you can see its quite rushed😞

Clean up your mess.

childe x princess!reader

Word count — 0.9 k

cw — non graphic depictions of death,blood,non sexual degration

genre — hurt no comfort.

summary — childe was sent out to kill your father, setting out to leave the palace they hear crying going back to the scene they see you crying over your fathers dead body.

background music —

“A king you say? , how interesting. Alright, I'll be on my way !”

Childe heads out of the door. You know most people wouldn't have that much glee on their face when they're told to kill someone but I guess childe isn't most people huh? Killing a king, now that was something childe hasn't done before. boots crushing on the snowy grounds of Snezhnaya he couldn't help but think about his “victim” does he have a family? If so, does he cherish them? Well, he better because these moments will be the last he’ll ever see them again.

Then he arrived, modest weather obviously warmer than Snezhnaya but not hot, it looked similar to monstad in a way but simultaneously different. could it be that he liked it here? hemp, not a chance. He stops with the chitter-chatter and heads on with his mission. Of course, there's no time to waste. Do you know how hard it is to infiltrate a palace? No, you don't.

“ according to the schedule of the king, he should be here soon.”

Childes' curious eyes glid across the king's tea area. scaling around every object in the room, the room just looked gloomy. He didn't know how to explain it; there was just no sense of happiness in there. Not too long after noticing a family photo.

“So he does have a family, what a shame.”

Most people knowing his personality would think this was satirical but no, every word that slipped out of his mouth at that moment was pure misery. tearing a family apart was not something childe particularly enjoyed doing but it was rather he had to. oh here comes the king.

“ Yes, I understand that I have a meeting to attend to but just give me some alone time, please? for once.”

As the door slammed behind him the king let out a sigh. childe wonders

“Is he too stressed to notice or something? Well, I'm not complaining, makes my job easier?”

Pulling the dagger from his left pocket, he glances at it for a moment but remembers the task at hand. steering towards the king he seems to be aware of remotely his now presence, not much of a difference to childe anyway since his going die to either route he takes, screaming, shouting, or even briber whatever he tried wouldn't phase him.

“Hey wh- who are you w- we can talk abo-”

The king's frantic words were sadly cut off by a blade that slashed his throat a sense of pride suddenly ran thru childe's veins still making quite the mess, blood on his papers all on his photos well at least the room had a little color tho whoever cleans this is gonna have a heck of a time, childe didn't care because he wasn't the one who had to clean up the mess, he never was.

“Okayy now that's done I can leave, wonder what his meeting was about. huh I guess we’ll never know”

Out the door he goes,trabling down he stairs wondering what his next task will be. the only problem is someone's crying, in the same exact room he just killed someone in. he knows going in will just make his task harder but he can't shake the off the "guilt", he's never felt like this before, was it because he had a family or was it that he guy didn't do much wrong. he doesn't know Tsaritsa just wanted the guy dead.he open the door he just went out of a few minutes ago he sees a girl not just any girl but a princess,body hanging over her fathers dead lifeless one she clung to it as if it was going to bring him back but nothing,no sing of life,no movement,nothing. she was just left sobbing there, assumably alone,he knew there was nothing that could fix this,back turned to the wall eyes on the floor. there was this disgusting feeling seeping all over his body he felt like he was catching a disease one not lethal but one that brought executing pain,slumping his body over to you

“Sorry.”

That's all any other words he wanted to say refused to come out of his mouth, you couldn't speak either the man that took your father, your guide, your helper, is now apologizing like it's some candy he stole? How dare he lay his disgusting, filthy, fleabag hands on you “how could he”

Is the words that repeated through your mind, how did he even muster up the courage- no pride to speak to you, to look at you, to touch you. you were revolted by his mere existence and childe could tell the guilt was eating him alive rightfully so,he knows he doesn't deserve to feel any type of guilt right now he knows full well what he did and he did it anyway. how could a person do something like this a still feels bad for themself,simply nauseating. You saw his lips separate like he was going to say something, you stopped him.

“Hands off, Mutt.”

There was a shock going through his body and you could see it, his dignity shattered at that point if, he had any left. Removing his left arm off your back as he didn't deserve to speak to you not even to think about touching you. there was nothing he could do to make it better. helpless ,that's how he was supposed to make his victims feel, for once he's cleaning up the mess.

A.N — this was really fun to like hope you like it i tried to make it a lil longer but it still didnt reach 1.0 k i might make a scara ver idk