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[imagine-fire-emblem]

a sinner's promise

request from anon - "oooo! Can you write something where reader gets so anxious Kaeya and Tartaglia will backstab them at some point they vomit (you dont have to put in the vomiting part if you don’t want to) and start crying when they have a nightmare where they do that? With some comfort and reassurance too?"

a/n - aww nonnie :( as someone with trust issues, this hits home way too hard LOL i hope i did your request justice! (also i'm really interested that you chose kaeya and childe for this, pretty intriguing in a good way :>) (also also additional note PFBFBT dreams are going to be in italics!)

pairings (separately!) - kaeya alberich, childe/tartaglia x gender neutral reader

word count - 3814

genre - hurt/comfort

format - drabbles

warnings - nightmares, vomiting, descriptions of betrayal, descriptions of gore, spoilers for kaeya's background, childe kills the reader in his version of the nightmare, use of petnames (darling, sweetness, dove, doll, sunshine, sweetheart, cutie, angel), NOT proofread kinda in a rush rn, subject to editing later!

summary - after a horrendous nightmare where the man you love betrays your trust, he's there (the real him), to remind you just how much he cares for you

black slime oozed from every corner and crevice of your surroundings no matter where or how far your eyes wandered. charcoal smoke rose from the ground and manifested into thick vines that had your legs and arms frozen in place. words tasted funny in your mouth, akin to the bitter flavor of spoiled milk or moldy fruit.

you'd never felt fear like this, fear so potent and so vile that you could feel every graze of adrenaline in your veins and every pound of your heart within its bony cages.

he stood in front of you, a menacing grin etched on his lips as he twirled a blade around the dents and bumps of his hands: the same hands that brushed away your tears and caressed your skin.

blood began to dribble from your nose and settled on the roof of your lips, which parted to ask him a flurry of questions only to be met with blinding silence. your voice had no ground to wander, your body felt as though it had been suspended in thick oil, and your eyes drooped with an unyielding weight that threatened your consciousness.

the dagger in his hand pointed itself to the line of blood from your nose and gently traced against your skin, collecting the irony blood onto the cool metal. your legs begged for you to run, flee far, far away from his malicious eyes and demonic smile. yet even if you wanted to, your legs remained rooted in place, seemingly bound by your affection.

the man who stood in the middle of the blackened room, examining your blood on the tip of his blade, was not the man you loved, not at all.

content utc!

the world around you morphed into that of fire and ash, blood and carnage. houses were set aflame, a look to the right saw that angel's share had crumbled to the ground. brick and debris scattered at your feet, as did the many corpses of mondstat's citizens and the remnants of life in the form of discarded, sullied clothes and shoes. your legs broke free from their invisible bounds yet you remained in place, frozen in time itself.

your shoulders bumped against those fleeing for the gates yet your eyes remained transfixed on the figure in the middle of all the destruction, even as the shrill cries of those who had just ran past you evaporated into thin air and the heat of an abyss mage's attack skimmed the edge of your nape.

his fur scarf fluttered in the grueling winds, periwinkle cape nowhere to be see. he seemed unbothered by the chaos that encircled him, arms spread wide and breathing steady at the horrendous picture that of which he held front row seats for.

hesitance began to creep up your sides as you approached with tentative steps. "kaeya?"

you hand stretched out to make contact with the charred fabric of his shirt, but froze when he finally craned his head back to make eye contact with you.

his eyepatch was long gone, exposing the iris corrupted in black and lined with edges of gold and silver. an unsettling star pupil glowed a faint, dark blue and hummed with energy. what frightened you the most, however, was his twisted smile that bore the fangs of a devil.

"come to see the show, sweetness?" he spread his arms wide and spun around, a delirious giggle fluttering up from him lips, "all this is thanks to you!"

no matter where you looked, destruction and madness reigned supreme. abyss mages and hilichurls battered innocent humans, the knights had been backed into a corner, blood and spatters of debris and carnage littered the streets. it was your worst nightmare. his phrasing had your blood chilling in your veins.

"thanks...to me?"

kaeya seemed so far away from you as he clicked his tongue and gripped your chin between his forefinger and thumb. "yes, darling, all thanks to you! after all, if you hadn't convinced jean to lessen patrols and ease up shifts, this invasion would've have been as easy,"

his voice dripped with false enthusiasm and something that tasted so bitter and vile on your tongue. the cool chill of his breath against the shell of your ear as he dragged your face towards him had you trembling under his grasp,

"you truly were quite easy to convince, perhaps love isn't as useless as i thought it was?" a sickly sweet smile crossed his features and your heart dropped into the pits of your stomach.

"you used me?" your bottom lip quivered in alignment with your hoarse whisper of a question. your hands desperately scrunched up the fabric that surrounded his biceps as if he'd wipe off the act and go back to the charming, fun captain that you knew so well and loved so much.

"finally catching on now, are you?" he purred, the hand that had been gently caressing your face suddenly moved to grab a fistful of your hair and yank your body away from his warmth.

"my sweet little patrol captain was essential for making sure this invasion went off without a hitch," he cooed, using the hand still tangled in your hair to maneuver your head around to gaze at the destruction that surrounded the pair of you, "all of this? is thanks to you, who so easily did what i asked you to."

you tried to loosen his grip only for his hand to shove you towards the cobblestone, eyes glaring down at you with disdain. "you've done well, pet, but i have no use for you anymore." he crouched to speak to you like one would a child, and caressed the top of your head with false affection.

your chest felt as though it were on fire as his retreating figure faded into the burning chaos of destruction, blurred by the distorted rolls of the tears in your eyes.

you woke with a start, no longer laying the cold, harsh grounds of battered cobblestones, but rather the plush sheets of your comfortable bed that sat quietly in your little mondstatian apartment, in a mondstat that wasn't burning or destroyed. sweat had pooled at the base of your neck and trickled down from your temple. you heart hammered ferociously against your chest as your eyes darted around the dark room to gain some sort of rational reasoning. then it hit you: it was a nightmare.

sitting up to gather what was left of your composure, your eyes fell upon the man who slept blissfully beside you.

you knew it was just a dream, you knew he'd never betray you, or use you, or do anything like that. you knew this and yet you inched away in fear that he'd awaken with that malicious glint in his eye and bare those fangs of his that didn't exist.

your trembling hand came to gently tuck a stray lock of his hair behind his ear: this was your kaeya, not the one from your dreams. even with a thin trail of drool from the edge of his mouth, and the uneven strands of his inky, midnight hair that stuck up in mismatched directions, he still looked so beautiful to you.

despite the warmth of your skin underneath your palm, your mind couldn't help but be invaded by images of kaeya from your nightmare. the kaeya who discarded you when his need for you because irrelevant, the kaeya who reveled in the destruction and chaos of a city you thought, knew he loved.

turning away from him, you scooted to the edge of the bed and hugged your sweat soaked pillow close to your chest to alleviate the growing pain in your heart. irrational thoughts ran marathons along the tracks of your brain and swirled down deeper into your throat. you knew kaeya knew exactly how to get what he wanted by shifting like a chameleon, whether it was to adapt to the shadows or take the spotlight by storm. you knew, you knew he would never use his tricks on you...

but what if he was?

that thought alone ravaged your mind in an incomprehensible manner, thinking about it brought nothing but nausea and dizziness. your thoughts halted in place when the bed creaked from behind your back.

"darling...? what are you doing up?" kaeya groggily rubbed his eye and propped himself up on his elbow, voice tinted with the raspy remnants of sleep and dreams.

you swallowed the thick lump in your throat, but upon hearing the familiar murmur of his voice, images of the kaeya who shoved you by your hair to the ground and spat in your face began to bubble up to the surface. what if he really was using you? what if you were nothing but a tool to him? did he even really love you?

"no, that's not true!" you wanted to scream, but the words never left your mouth and were overshadowed by taunting cries that painted an image of kaeya laughing maniacally in front of embers that were once a grand city.

the contents of your stomach began to swirl and jump the more those incessant and invasive thoughts clouded your mind, and before you knew it your legs had jumped off from the bed and hurriedly carried you into the bathroom, and you found yourself hunched over the toilet, spewing out your insides.

kaeya's concerned voice hadn't met your ears nor your heart as your spilled out every bit of poison and black ink from inside your stomach, tears streaking down the side of your face. you felt his hand gently rub against the line of your spine and his whispers of comforting words from beside your ear, but all you could feel was the searing burn and his grip in your hair from your nightmare.

you weren't sure when you finished, but you knew you'd never felt so empty inside before, not in a way like this.

"i'll go get you some water, doll. stay here, okay?" his lips felt like the soft, downy touch of a bird's underbelly on your forehead, a stark contrast to the kaeya from your nightmare.

you nodded limply and watched with bleary eyes as he stood up and padded out of the bathroom in a hurry. with a final flush of the toilet, the last of your innards went tumbling down the drain. you focused your attention to the sink, where not even the biting sting of minty toothpaste nor the splash of cold water on your face could help alleviate the fear that took root somewhere deep within your heart.

the bed was still warm when you crawled back into it, eyes droopy and mouth tasting of nothingness with a hint of artificial mint. kaeya emerged in the doorway with a tall glass of water in one hand, and an odd looking blue thing on a plate in another.

"the honorary knight stopped by with some...unorthodox treats, though i figured they might help soothe your stomach." he said with a limp smile on his face. there he goes again, reading your mind as if it were a skill he knew like the back of his hand.

the glass felt cool and calming in your hands as you took kitten sips from the rim. he set the plate down on the bedside table and turned his attention back to you.

"now then," kaeya groaned slightly upon slipping back under the covers by your side, still sitting up, "are you perhaps sick? have you been overworking yourself again? you know jean wouldn't appreciate you collapsing on the job, remember what she did to me?" he gently nudged your shoulder with his, a shy smile on his face.

the memory of a worried jean going on and on about kaeya's health to his slightly delirious face was one that put a smile on your face. "ahh there it is, that smile i love so much." kaeya's palm traced the side of your face and swiped away at the leftover moisture that clung to your lashes.

"kaeya?"

"yes, dove?"

against all your will, the bottom of your lip quivered and you felt your eyes begin to well up with salty tears, "you love me, right?" you hoarsely whispered as your watery eyes met his.

"what? of course i do, what's going on?" his lips stretched into a thin frown doused with worry as his arms moved to hold you close against his body just as the onslaught of sobs hit you.

you tried to recount pieces of your nightmare in between your cries, only to be hushed by his soothing voice. "easy there, we can talk about it when you're calm and not getting snot all over my shirt." the last part compliment by the slight rasp of his laugh elicited a stifled giggle from you and a weak, pitiful hit to his chest before you burrowed into his arms and sought for the warmth that your nightmare had deprived you of.

when yours sobs had trickled away into little sniffles, it was only then that you began to recount the details of your vivid nightmare with a hoarse voice and tightening grip on his cotton night shirt. with every word, every detail, his grip spurred onwards to grow tighter, and tighter, until somehow your body had maneuvered into his lap and the soft of your cheek was pressed firm against his throbbing heart.

"i can't say that i'm a saint," he started when you'd finished recounting your nightmare, "but know this:"

kaeya's hands found their way to hold your face as if you were made of fine porcelain and would break under further pressure, his eyes lovingly spilled their deepest secrets to you in silent fashion and roamed over your tear soaked cheeks.

"there is absolutely nothing i would not do for you, (y/n), and though i'm hardly a good person, i would never ever abuse your love for me. i am yours faithfully until i take my final breaths."

somehow he always knew exactly what to say when you needed it most, and the punctuation of his words with a tender, loving kiss to your lips had you melting in his arms and giving in to his gentle touch. this was your kaeya, and he'd always remain as your loving, sweet kaeya who was yours faithfully until he took his final breaths.

the rising of the sun was a stark contrast to the blood that spewed from your mouth. desperate feet carried you out of snezhnaya's deep thicket of fir forests. a trail of crimson sin left behind a breadcrumb trail of sorrow in your wake, imprinted in the pure white snow. the arrow pierced through your stomach felt numb thanks to the biting cold and your mangled, labored breaths.

the snow concealed an uprooted branch, that of which your boot caught onto and sent you hurtling forwards down a snowy hill. death seemed to be at your doorsteps and yet you refused to answer with a kind smile. your legs burned as you tried to rise to your feet and get away once again, only for a strong leg to kick your abdomen and knock the air out of you.

"it's useless running away from me, you know."

any other time, you'd be relieved to hear that boyish voice of his, tinted with charisma and lined with snark.

but now, it only sent chilly shivers running up the length of your spine. the alarms in your brain sounded with the only goal in mind being to run, run far, far away from him. but any attempt to get further away resulted in the buckle of your knees and a face full of bloodied snow. childe seemed to find great joy in your futile efforts to rise from the ground judging by the sick, sugary lilt to his laugh.

"now, now, sunshine, let's stop this game of cat and mouse, shall we?" he stooped down so his body towered over yours like a predator about to gnaw their fangs into their prey. you trembled helplessly beneath his caged arms, silently begging him with your eyes to spare you mercy.

"ah, you can't give me those eyes. you know too much, cutie, i can't just let you go now, can i." phrased more like a statement, you knew the last sands of your hourglass were filtering through the thin funnel when he summoned forth his crystal hydro blades and teasingly ran the sharp edge down from your chin, to the base of your throat, before finally landing on your confused and hammering heart.

"c-childe wait! i promise, i won't tell anyone what i know! p-please, you don't have to do this...don't you love me?"

you loved childe's laugh, so full of love and life. you could taste it on your tongue: sugary, sweet like honey with a tangy aftertaste. but this laugh tasted of bitter, irony blood and cold, biting frost deprived of the warmth and love you craved most from him.

"oh darling, you've gotten attached haven't you? i must admit," he bent down to croon at your frightened face, "i've had tons of fun, but those who know of her majesty's transgressions must meet their end. you've been a great help in acquiring access into liyue's internal affairs, but your use has expired."

a wicked grin crossed his face as his thumb came to collect the stray tears that had fallen down your face and pressed the liquid against his slithering tongue.

"you shouldn't have let your guard down." were the last chilled words you heard before a blinding pain enveloped your entire body, and childe's dangerously oceanic eyes bore into your fading soul.

you awoke with a start, gulping air as if you'd been deprived of it for weeks. your hands desperately clutched at the fabric of your clothes to feel for something, anything that could ground you in reality away from that hellish nightmare of yours. a nightmare, a nightmare, you kept telling yourself over and over again that it was just a nightmare.

you rolled over in your sleeping bag only to be met with emptiness: childe often did like to train at night. the heat of the tent became too much and your breaths were nothing short of ragged, and desperately seeking coolness.

the cool, night air did little to calm your nerves. emerging from the tent, you rubbed your hands up and down your goosebump-ridden arms and took deep, staggering breaths. you usually loved camping trips with childe

there was no arrow in your stomach, there was no blood on your lips, and there was no hydro blade in your heart. you were alive, and childe hadn't betrayed you.

and yet despite this the lingering afterthoughts of your nightmare began to course through your veins, reminding you over and over again of how many times childe has deceived, or lied, or put on that big brotherly charming persona to lure others into a false sense of comfort before sinking his claws into their flesh.

your position in the liyue qixing often gave you access to viable information regarding liyue's safety, was he taking advantage of that? what if he was just with you because of your position? did he even really love you if that were true? why was he so persistent on wooing you? did he have ulterior motives in mind? would he kill you if he was ordered to?

the questions barraged your mind like a hammer to metal as you stumbled over to a nearby tree, feeling your insides begin to tumble. legs trembling, your sweaty palms found placement on the rough bark of the tree when you felt the shadows and burrowed worms of doubt in your stomach begin to retch out from inside and pour out of your mouth.

you heaved and sobbed as more and more of yourself came out onto the ground below, and were left to wonder if your tears were because of the jolt of your stomach or the pain of your nightmare.

the sudden presence of a gentle, soothing hand on your back made you jump. childe stood behind you, sweaty, dirty, and bruised donning only a grass and dirt stained tank top and loose fitting grey pants.

"it's okay, angel." he murmured for only your ears, even as you continued to spew black smoke and horrid, wiry bristles of innards.

despite the warmth of his hand, a stark contrast to the bitter cold from your dreams. even after you'd finished turning your insides out, your sobs remained ceaseless as you sank into childe's arms and imprinted his touch into your mind.

"what happened? is your stomach hurting? did you eat something bad?" childe's arms held you tight against his chest as his hand came to inspect your face, swiping away at whichever tears came rolling down the fastest.

your answers were only in vain, overshadowed by the relentless cries that bubbled up past the surface and left you in agony.

childe said nothing more and led you to a nearby stream, where you washed your mouth and face and gathered your thoughts all while he remained at your side, eyes lined with worry and mouth set in a firm frown. he let you crawl into his lap with a slight teasing grin and wrapped his arms firmly around your body once you'd finished cleaning up.

"something tells me you didn't eat something bad." despite the worry in his voice, the slight teasing lilt at least provoked a teeny tiny smile from your lips.

to the best of your ability, you told of the nightmare in which he betrays you, used you, and ends it all with a blade to your heart. with every teary word that managed to slip past your lips, you felt yourself be lost to the tide of your emotions and fears, until childe's lips found themselves nestled first on your head in the form of a sweet kiss, then to your wet cheeks, and finally your mouth, much to your chagrin.

"no childe! i'm gross right now!"

"i don't care," he muttered between frequent, tender kisses that seemed to last eons under his gentle touch.

"i don't care about the tsaritsa, i don't care about her plans. what i care about most is in my arms right now, where you go i'll follow and you can hold me to that, angel. i promise you, i'm yours forever." childe whispered, pressing his forehead against yours.

you were so lost in blue, the blue of his beautiful, ocean eyes that never seemed to end and stretched on forever. his words had you crying all over again.

instead of a blade to your heart, you felt the loving presence of his palm pressed firmly against your beating organ, one that he promised to protect with everything he was.

date published: august 27th, 2021

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💌 you looked at me and fell for the very thing i fear // requested by anon:

→ heyhey! may I request childe with a reader who has depression, and so one day just clings onto him and sobs into his shirt about how terrible her life is and how she feels not good enough for him? thank you

more often than not, heroes are not allowed the luxury of selfishness -- one with a reputation that precedes them never has a fair shot at a free moment, after all. on even the busiest days, a helping hand is only a reflex, and the gratitude that comes with it plays like a broken record. over and over again, the same words bounce in your ears.

you just don’t know when they became not enough.

the child in you revels at being a hero, at being someone that people can look up to, someone that people cherish. but being such a figure doesn’t just mean being recognised everywhere you go, it doesn’t mean a comfortable place amongst your new peers -- the thanks you receive are twisted by a blindness few are aware of, and even fewer recognise.

because in reality, you are powerless. powerless to say no, powerless to take grateful words to heart. but most of all, you are powerless to change. the world moves on. issues are fixed, relationships are mended. but every wanton smile you share is utterly stuck in the past, in a time where everything stands still.

yet, when you’re with him, it’s hard to say you feel trapped. the smiles you share come easy, and the pieces of the past you choose to connect on seem more than performatory -- perhaps the harbinger is truly as aberrant and broken as yourself. but no matter the conditions you meet under, the cobwebbed corners of your mind see the light when his eyes meet yours, cutting through your being like a cleansing blade.

it’s why you call yourself his, why you love him so dearly; because he is the only one who does not thank you for simply being human.

overworked hands cling onto soft cotton; a gentle pull as if to remind yourself just who stands in front of you. childe’s gaze is heavy over your closed eyes, silently asking all of the questions you have always been too afraid to answer.

“what are you doing?” he asks you this carefully, neck craning in an attempt to get a better look at your face. instead, you hide your expression in the crook of your hands, reluctant to look him in the eye.

a hand comes up to cradle the back of your head -- a silent action that respects your wishes blindly.

“you act so big for a person so small,” a frown twinges at the edge of his voice. “you can’t work yourself until you have no choice but to break down.”

you don’t respond, a sob building up in your throat and blocking everything you need to say. wordlessly, you bring your hands down from his collar, allowing him to pull you flush to his chest. something cracks in you at that moment, be it a spark or anything greater. it is soft; unimaginably so. but the pool of emotion in your chest takes it and muddles it, hiding any lustre you gain beneath a murky haze.

you attempt to chide him, but your tone wavers. “you’re way too good for me.”

childe says your name with quiet reverence, pulling your head to rest on his shoulder.

“between the two of us, you are the hero that gave the villain a chance. neither of us are too special when it’s just me and you.”

you sigh against the side of his neck, arms finally going up to wrap around his torso. however, he catches you mid-action, pulling back to at last look you in the eye. his sapphire gaze catches yours with a fiery disposition, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he thumbs away a tear that persists down your cheek.

“i think i know what’s bothering you.” he nods solemnly, betraying the look of relief that passes over his face. “and i think you could stand to take a page from my book.”

you can’t help but laugh at him, at his silly ideas as you lean into his touch. “you crazy harbinger, i would be arrested if i took a page from your book.”

he nods. “you can do this easily already. refuse me, remind me that it’s your life to live.”

“childe-”

a thumb rolls over your cheek “continue.”

you thin your lips, quirking a doubtful brow. nevertheless, you nod your head. “i told you that i can’t.”

he says your name gently, reminding you, “your life is what you make of it.”

standing there, you are the villain’s hero, reduced to nothing but of a shell of your innermost thoughts -- but your villain does not take advantage of your saddened state. he does not berate you, he does not cast aside your problems, because before his hero, you are connected to him as the person he loves most.

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A Seteth thought lurking in my head for a while now: would he give his major crest to his partner (like how rhea did with jeralt) so that they, Seteth, and Flayn would live together for a long time? I feel like he would and he wouldn’t at the same time. He would want to be with you forever, but he wouldn’t want to give you the curse of living for almost forever and seeing everyone else you love die eventually and other ethical issues. What are your thoughts?

Aah, the old Vampire Dilemma lol. I've given this a bit of thought, and while I don't have any hard and fast ideas about it, here are my general headcanons-

I guess sort of a spoiler warning?? Idk man if you're reading about Seteth this long after the game's release, I feel like you either know or have been spoiled already...

- For one, he wouldn't even BEGIN to consider it until you start to show the earliest visible signs of aging. Not like wrinkles or anything- but the stuff that tends to happen in your late 20's, early 30's. A bit of grey hair, maybe a bad joint or two, that kind of thing. Seteth, by all accounts, seems like someone whose thoughts and feelings are somewhat inert, in that they're not likely to move or change without an outside force acting upon them. So he probably assumes that he'd rather you live a normal life and pass naturally, and he only starts to think otherwise when the signs of the limits of your human life and body begin to show themselves outwardly.

- There is going to be a LOT of in-depth negotiation about this point even then. Even if you insist to him that you WANT to live alongside him, even if it means watching others age and die, he's still going to make sure the conversation stays open for years so you have time to fully understand what you're asking for. He's also going to discuss it with Flayn, as having you in his life for that long means you're in HER life for that long as well.

- for the record, I think Flayn is super into the idea, but does her best to put on a calm and reasonable front about it. She wants to assure you and Seteth both that she takes this seriously and is being level-headed, but... she's just so excited at the idea of having another person to stay in her life for more than just a fraction of time.

- I think it's more likely for him to consider this if you become ill, or live with a chronic illness of some kind- as it seems that Nabatean biology is resistant to things like that (in general, they seem to maintain better health, which makes sense for that kind of lifespan). The threat of losing you suddenly to the weaknesses of a human body would put Seteth into a panic, so if giving you his blood and his crest would protect you and make you stronger and healthier, he's far more willing to consider taking that step.

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maybe some things last forever after all

pairing: kazuha x gn!reader genre: fluff warnings: none summary: you and kazuha watch fireworks together notes: somebody help me i have fallen for kazuha. he is just so?? lovable? this fic was inspired by the song forever after all by luke combs. look, i am not a hopeless romantic but this song gave me butterflies so this was the result <3 still getting in the groove of writing again but i hope you enjoy this! 

“Come on, Kazuha! We’ll miss it!” You say, voice filled with excitement. The man being dragged underneath the sakura trees of Amakane Island can only chuckle at you in adoration. 

“We still have time, love.” He assures you but your pace never stopped and you continued running, yanking the poor samurai.

You both stop at the small cliff that overlooks the beauty of Inazuma, sakura leaves falling on your figures. The sea dyed with aquamarine beneath the land where it stood erect, reflects the city’s glowing anticipation for the Naganohora fireworks show. The trees sway with the gentle breeze and above the plummeting pink hues, was a sky filled with stars that twinkle in silence. You breathe in the cool wind that tickles your skin, eyes closing at the sudden pause of nature that engulfs both of you. 

Kazuha stares at you with fondness. His vermillion orbs reflecting the brilliant color of love. You looked captivating underneath the glow of the moonlight. You shone brighter than the moon dust underneath you and a small smile makes his way to his lips. He squeezes your hand that was tightly interlaced with his. 

Let things be this peaceful forever. 

A small gasp escapes your lips as you heard the whirr of fireworks shooting up in the air. It’s starting! You open your eyes to see the colors of the rainbow twinkling alongside the stars that littered the night sky. The shimmers of light paint the black canvass with blooming flowers and the glow of fireflies, before ceasing to exist, as if they were never there. 

Fireworks are nothing but a fleeting beauty. But no matter how transient these things were, the people of Inazuma always stop what they are doing to marvel at the momentary radiance it sketches on the night sky; a clear contrast to their land’s name. What an irony. The people of the nation of eternity enamored with things that are temporary. 

“Y/N” Kazuha calls your name after the last firework bursts in the air. “Hmm?” You turn to him, a small smile adorning your face. 

Everything in life is temporary, so they say. Clothes, you’ll outgrow. Swords will lose their shine and will soon dull. People will come and go. Just like fireworks that sparkle with passion will soon be one with the darkness of the sky. 

But transience is what makes life beautiful and exciting no? 

Kazuha cups your cheek, while slowly leaning in, his lips connecting to yours; warmth blossoming in his chest, brighter and fervor than the fireworks that buzzed earlier. You lean in to the kiss, closing your eyes; heart swelling at his sudden gesture. Underneath the pink hues of sakura leaves, and the effervescent glow of the moon and its dust, a seal of love is shared between the two of you; a silent vow. 

A fleeting boom of fireworks; A fleeting kiss; a fleeting life. 

Sooner or later, time will take its toll.  

But to Kazuha, one thing is for sure. 

Some things last forever. 

Because time has never seen you both together. 

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Hc:

Xiao is really good at braiding hair, I will not elaborate

HELLOOOO *falls down several sets of stairs*

THIS IS SO TRUE <3

writing a drabble for this bc it is so Powerful

xiao's gloved hands fiddle with your hair, though there's no hesitation in his slender fingers as he weaves it delicately with the utmost care, treating it as one would treat a fragile piece of porcelain. the gentle glow of the crystal cores he's slipped into the braid illuminates his face, depicting how hard the adeptus is concentrating on perfecting the hairstyle, not that you can see it since you're sitting with your back towards him. he's so close that you can feel his warm breath on your neck, and suddenly it feels like the room is a thousand degrees hotter, and you can feel yourself getting flustered from the proximity. (un)fortunately, xiao pulls away before you can spontaneously combust, with a gentle murmur of, "it is done. i hope you like it." there's a hint of nervousness in his voice, and it's visible in his amber eyes too as you turn to face him. but the smile gracing your features is enough to calm his racing heart, and set it beating faster for an entirely different reason. and when you lean in close to kiss him, whispering, "thank you, xiao. i love it!" xiao accepts the affection wordlessly, only the ghost of a proud smile playing about his lips.

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Okay I’m not a Baal stan but the idea I threw out about her taking her s/o’s vision……would not leave my mind….so y’all get a fic

Something has changed.

It’s only a slight change, but Baal is the goddess of eternity, and even the most imperceptible shift in the world around her does not escape her notice. Perhaps this is doubly so when it comes to you, her closest ally, her confidante, her love.

You’re distant recently. Your smiles are shaky, forced, and she has been planning to speak to you about it, but her duties as Archon and ruler of Inazuma have kept her from interacting with you long enough to properly discuss the matter.

But she has time now—she has made time, between her duties and yours, and had a dinner prepared. And so the two of you are alone, and she intends to resolve whatever is between the two of you, so the moment the two of you begin to eat, she says, “You’ve been acting strange recently.”

Your expression stays neutral, and your voice steady as you respond, “I have no idea what you mean.” Indeed, you could have fooled anyone with your demeanor.

Anyone but your lovely goddess. She takes a sip of her drink, watching over the rim as you lift the food to your mouth. She puts her glass down. “Your hands are shaking.”

You’re silent for a moment, then you smile, and it’s warm like it always was before. “Nothing gets past you, my love.”

She smiles back at you. “Now, tell me the truth.”

“I’m so tired lately. The resistance has been fighting tirelessly, and work keeps piling up.”

Baal hums, nodding slightly. “Yes, I understand that feeling well.”

“And worst of all is that I’m separated from you.” You finally look at her—really look at her, and your expression is so sad and genuine as you say, “I miss you.”

Her calculating, professional demeanor melts away, now that the root of the problem has been exposed. “Is that what this was about? I was worried I’d upset you. You need only have asked, and I would have been more than happy to give you my full attention.”

You clear your throat and glance pointedly at the servants in the room. “I think this conversation should be continued somewhere more private.”

“Yes. I think you’re right, my love.”

-

The conversation does not remain conversation for long, and that was to be expected. Baal had hoped from the beginning that whatever the matter was would be resolved and the two of you could end your night in her bedroom, something that hadn’t happened often recently.

Conversation turns to flirting turns to her lips on yours, your hands grasping desperately at her, and Baal can hardly remember what was being discussed, lost in the feeling of your touch and the warmth of your body—

Something’s wrong.

She can sense it. She doesn’t want to, not now, but then she parts from you and sees the glint of metal in the moonlight. In a flash, she seizes your wrist, her other hand ripping what you hold away from her.

A dagger.

She narrows her eyes at you, and your own are wide, terrified, staring back at her. She tries to force the ache in her chest out of her mind as she speaks. “Well, my love? Do you have an explanation for yourself?”

She wants to see anger in your eyes. Hatred. Disgust. She wants a reason to cut you down, because even if this was a shift in her world, a loss of something that should have been eternal, if you hated her, she could tell herself it was necessary. Berate herself for believing your honey-coated lies. Convince herself it would never happen again.

She sees only the same sadness from before. “Please,” you plead. “Please let me explain.”

“No.”

You don’t listen, and Baal doesn’t make an effort to stop your rambling because she wants to know. She wants so desperately to understand why. “My love—“

“Don’t call me that,” she growls, and she can hear her own heart shattering in the way her voice wavers, see it reflected in your eyes when she snaps at you.

You continue, softer this time. “You hurt so many people with this decree. People are suffering, losing parts of themselves, losing the ones they love for your vision of eternity. I didn’t want it to come to this. I tried…tried to find another way, but you’re so convinced of this mission that you’re willing to crush anyone who stands in your way.”

Through bared teeth, Baal says, “Enough. I’ve heard enough.

“I am willing to crush anyone who stands in my way. You are no exception.”

-

But you are.

Baal gave you to her guards while she decided what to do with you, what would be a suitable punishment for someone who earned her trust only to break it so completely.

And she finally settled on the only thing she could do.

She returns to you only a day later, and pretends not to care about the bruises that now litter your skin, pretends that she does not still feel the urge to embrace you, whisper to you that it would be alright. Her love for you cannot get in the way of her goal, and if you insist on standing in her way yourself, she will simply have to treat you as any other enemy of eternity.

“Baal,” you say, and she thinks you might reach for her if only your hands were free. As it is, your hands are bound and when you try to stand, a guard shoves you back to your knees. “Please, you don’t have to do this.”

She stops only a few feet away, her eyes never leaving you as she holds out a hand to the guard. “Give me the vision.” The guard is quick to obey, tearing it away from your hip and hurrying to give it to Baal.

Taking the power from your vision is the easy part—she’s done it over and over again, a routine that makes it easy for her to fall into the usual steps, to forget for a moment that it’s you she’s stealing the life from this time. To forget the ache in her chest that hasn’t left since the moment your betrayal was discovered.

When all is said and done, your eyes open with a dazed expression, like you’d just woken from a slumber. You blink, and make to move when you find your arms are bound. The panic is clear in your eyes as you struggle with your bonds for a moment, then look wildly around you, taking in your surroundings. “Where am I?” Finally, your eyes settle on her. “Who are you?”

For a moment, Baal falters, and while she always knew what taking someone’s vision did to them, it was different to see it, to hear it from the lips of someone she loved, to know that she was so entangled in your ambitions and visions of your world that memories of her could not be separated from memories of your aspirations. To know that she took something so precious to you, and that she was just as significant as that.

How bittersweet, to know now that it’s too late how important she was to you. She’s taken everything from you—and in doing so, taken everything from herself.

A divine cannot be divinely punished, but for a brief second, Baal wonders if this is fate’s way of inflicting karma on her for all that she’s done.

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poetry under the starlit sky | kaedehara kazuha

kazuha always said that “poetry for poetry’s sake tends to lack meaning.”

there were some meaning to those words, for he himself would never go out of his way to write a haiku for the sake of writing a haiku, just as he’d never go out of his way to fish just to fish.

though, he seems to break the poetry rule when he finds himself writing about you in his small notebook that he keeps tucked in his pants pocket. in it contains small poems dedicated to you, where he describes your hair and how it prettily blows in the wind on a cool night; your eyes and how they seemed to sparkle so brightly on the day when beidou took you to inazuma; the way your face lit up when you obtained yet another element in teyvat.

it seemed he could write about you for centuries, to make sure your beauty carried through the winds in the form of maple leaves or onikabuto zipping through the air and up into the boundless sky so that even the stars will whisper of your nature to those in different worlds.

poetry for poetry’s sake lacked meaning, yes; but poetry for your sake seemed to carry more meaning than anything.

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Okay I’m not a Baal stan but the idea I threw out about her taking her s/o’s vision……would not leave my mind….so y’all get a fic

Something has changed.

It’s only a slight change, but Baal is the goddess of eternity, and even the most imperceptible shift in the world around her does not escape her notice. Perhaps this is doubly so when it comes to you, her closest ally, her confidante, her love.

You’re distant recently. Your smiles are shaky, forced, and she has been planning to speak to you about it, but her duties as Archon and ruler of Inazuma have kept her from interacting with you long enough to properly discuss the matter.

But she has time now—she has made time, between her duties and yours, and had a dinner prepared. And so the two of you are alone, and she intends to resolve whatever is between the two of you, so the moment the two of you begin to eat, she says, “You’ve been acting strange recently.”

Your expression stays neutral, and your voice steady as you respond, “I have no idea what you mean.” Indeed, you could have fooled anyone with your demeanor.

Anyone but your lovely goddess. She takes a sip of her drink, watching over the rim as you lift the food to your mouth. She puts her glass down. “Your hands are shaking.”

You’re silent for a moment, then you smile, and it’s warm like it always was before. “Nothing gets past you, my love.”

She smiles back at you. “Now, tell me the truth.”

“I’m so tired lately. The resistance has been fighting tirelessly, and work keeps piling up.”

Baal hums, nodding slightly. “Yes, I understand that feeling well.”

“And worst of all is that I’m separated from you.” You finally look at her—really look at her, and your expression is so sad and genuine as you say, “I miss you.”

Her calculating, professional demeanor melts away, now that the root of the problem has been exposed. “Is that what this was about? I was worried I’d upset you. You need only have asked, and I would have been more than happy to give you my full attention.”

You clear your throat and glance pointedly at the servants in the room. “I think this conversation should be continued somewhere more private.”

“Yes. I think you’re right, my love.”

-

The conversation does not remain conversation for long, and that was to be expected. Baal had hoped from the beginning that whatever the matter was would be resolved and the two of you could end your night in her bedroom, something that hadn’t happened often recently.

Conversation turns to flirting turns to her lips on yours, your hands grasping desperately at her, and Baal can hardly remember what was being discussed, lost in the feeling of your touch and the warmth of your body—

Something’s wrong.

She can sense it. She doesn’t want to, not now, but then she parts from you and sees the glint of metal in the moonlight. In a flash, she seizes your wrist, her other hand ripping what you hold away from her.

A dagger.

She narrows her eyes at you, and your own are wide, terrified, staring back at her. She tries to force the ache in her chest out of her mind as she speaks. “Well, my love? Do you have an explanation for yourself?”

She wants to see anger in your eyes. Hatred. Disgust. She wants a reason to cut you down, because even if this was a shift in her world, a loss of something that should have been eternal, if you hated her, she could tell herself it was necessary. Berate herself for believing your honey-coated lies. Convince herself it would never happen again.

She sees only the same sadness from before. “Please,” you plead. “Please let me explain.”

“No.”

You don’t listen, and Baal doesn’t make an effort to stop your rambling because she wants to know. She wants so desperately to understand why. “My love—“

“Don’t call me that,” she growls, and she can hear her own heart shattering in the way her voice wavers, see it reflected in your eyes when she snaps at you.

You continue, softer this time. “You hurt so many people with this decree. People are suffering, losing parts of themselves, losing the ones they love for your vision of eternity. I didn’t want it to come to this. I tried…tried to find another way, but you’re so convinced of this mission that you’re willing to crush anyone who stands in your way.”

Through bared teeth, Baal says, “Enough. I’ve heard enough.

“I am willing to crush anyone who stands in my way. You are no exception.”

-

But you are.

Baal gave you to her guards while she decided what to do with you, what would be a suitable punishment for someone who earned her trust only to break it so completely.

And she finally settled on the only thing she could do.

She returns to you only a day later, and pretends not to care about the bruises that now litter your skin, pretends that she does not still feel the urge to embrace you, whisper to you that it would be alright. Her love for you cannot get in the way of her goal, and if you insist on standing in her way yourself, she will simply have to treat you as any other enemy of eternity.

“Baal,” you say, and she thinks you might reach for her if only your hands were free. As it is, your hands are bound and when you try to stand, a guard shoves you back to your knees. “Please, you don’t have to do this.”

She stops only a few feet away, her eyes never leaving you as she holds out a hand to the guard. “Give me the vision.” The guard is quick to obey, tearing it away from your hip and hurrying to give it to Baal.

Taking the power from your vision is the easy part—she’s done it over and over again, a routine that makes it easy for her to fall into the usual steps, to forget for a moment that it’s you she’s stealing the life from this time. To forget the ache in her chest that hasn’t left since the moment your betrayal was discovered.

When all is said and done, your eyes open with a dazed expression, like you’d just woken from a slumber. You blink, and make to move when you find your arms are bound. The panic is clear in your eyes as you struggle with your bonds for a moment, then look wildly around you, taking in your surroundings. “Where am I?” Finally, your eyes settle on her. “Who are you?”

For a moment, Baal falters, and while she always knew what taking someone’s vision did to them, it was different to see it, to hear it from the lips of someone she loved, to know that she was so entangled in your ambitions and visions of your world that memories of her could not be separated from memories of your aspirations. To know that she took something so precious to you, and that she was just as significant as that.

How bittersweet, to know now that it’s too late how important she was to you. She’s taken everything from you—and in doing so, taken everything from herself.

A divine cannot be divinely punished, but for a brief second, Baal wonders if this is fate’s way of inflicting karma on her for all that she’s done.

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I finally finished Genshin Impact’s main quest so far soo Inazuma characters are available for requests now

Anyway, spoilers below for genshin impact, but the entire time I played I was thinking about scenarios I could write

especially ones involving the whole “you lose your vision you lose your ambitions and the memories tied to them” thing so allow me to propose the different ideas I thought about while I was playing Inazuma

•reader loses their vision, and as a result of this, forgets their s/o. The reverse also works

•reader loses their vision but not their memories of their s/o, but they’re just…off now. They lost their life’s purpose, and now have to learn to live with the the emptiness left behind.

•Thoma reuniting w his s/o after he was saved by the traveler

•Kazuha reuniting with his s/o when he returns to Inazuma

•Vision Hunt Decree backfires on Baal or Sara when their s/o turns on them

•Continuation of the last but Baal takes her s/o’s vision, and now directly has to deal with the consequences of her decree (ie, either they forget her or they forget their opposition to her decree, but just are different. Basically same scenarios as above but extra angst and conflict because Baal is the cause of everything)

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waking up + gorou

he lays draped over you, snoring quietly as his ears tickle your chin. it causes you to stir in your sleep, eyes groggily opening to see him laid out on your chest. gorou looked much too cute; you resist the urge to pet his hair.

his ears perk up as he senses you shifting, one eye opened as he checks to see if you were okay. once he sees you, awake and safe, he grins.

"you're up early," he mumbles, nuzzling closer into your neck. gorou lazily mouths against your neck, causing you to giggle. his lips were soft. "the sun hasn't risen yet, surely we could lay here for a bit longer."

"we worked hard yesterday," you yawn, scratching behind his ears. gorou whimpers, wanting more of your affection. his face feels hot against your skin. "i suppose we don't need to be the first ones at training this morning."

"good." he kisses your cheek sweetly, then buries himself into your neck once again. "i haven't had your sole attention in a while... it's nice to have you all to myself, finally."

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Quick update: I’m further in Genshin Impact than I was when I last mentioned it, so I’m a little more comfortable with writing for the game and will accept requests for most of the characters now��excluding the new Inazuma characters, because I’m not sure how long it will actually take me to get to that part of the game (I’m currently on the chapter where you meet Beidou and Kazuha, and have yet to do the second adventure rank ascension, so I’m not sure how far it’ll let me get before I have to grind again)

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Alright but Yuri who hasn't been with his significant other for that long and when their birthday rolls around he very obviously suggests sex bc that's what he did to appease nobles and his s/o is just like "if you wanna give me a birthday present, take a nap" bc precious boy needs it 🥺

omgggg I feel like I saw an amazing shitpost about this lol like- "Seeing as it's your birthday, darling, I'm more than prepared to do ~anything~ you ask of me..." "Hmmm, anything, you say?" [eyebrow waggle] "Absolutely anything, your every deep dark wish is my command <3" "Ooh, I like the sound of that... In that case, go get on my bed ;) Now take a nap." "I... pardon?" "And drink some water you dehydrated gremlin." "???"

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@imaginesassemble Yeah!! I forgot until I saw people wishing u happy birthday on ur blog! Anyway happy birthday and many more to you, I hope you have a good one!

This is the only blog that I ever talk about my birthday on so dropping in to say happy birthday to me and also that if I get time and maintain my motivation to write I’ll be dropping a short fic based around a favorite trope of mine for either Sylvain or Ashe sometime this week or next week as a birthday present to myself uwu

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This is the only blog that I ever talk about my birthday on so dropping in to say happy birthday to me and also that if I get time and maintain my motivation to write I’ll be dropping a short fic based around a favorite trope of mine for either Sylvain or Ashe sometime this week or next week as a birthday present to myself uwu

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ok so not genshin and not really a request more sharing but speaking of first times lately i have been OBSESSED with this one scenario where someone (sometimes an oc, sometimes myself lmaO) has been betrothed to someone else bc Family Dynamics Are Whack and they end up turning to sylvain for comfort after finding out and being like,, “sylvain will you spend the night with me? please? i want at least this first time to be with someone i care about, someone i chose” and it’s just so SOFT and GOOD bc u just KNOW sylvain would make it so good and be so attentive esp if he also has Some Feels for them too bc they CHOSE HIM and that’s it i’m out i just had to share SORRY LMAO

Omgg Anon what a blessed concept~

Sylvain understands the tragedy of noble marital politics better than most, and when news of your engagement gets out, he feels his heart drop into his stomach. It feels like a part of his own future has been gutted- a future that he had no right to even hope for. And yet, still you would come to him for a chance at real intimacy. It almost feels even more cruel than leaving you entirely to the arms of another.

But he knows he'll regret it for the rest of his life if he can't have you for his own just this once.

He's gentle with you- so tenderly, achingly gentle. He holds you close to him and kisses you deeply, as though you're truly his and his alone. And for tonight, you are.

The night can't possibly be long enough for him to pleasure you in every way he wishes he could- but damned if he's not going to try. His head dips between your thighs, his tongue thrums steadily against your most sensitive nerves- and you weave your fingers through his mop of red hair and pull him close like he always imagined you would. Like he knows he'll remember for the rest of his life.

After his tongue, his fingers spread you open, working you slowly and gently. There's not a hint of hesitation or misgiving when he asks if you're okay, of you're sure you want to continue- he means it- he wants you to love this. He's never been this caring with a lover before (all past flings were merely passing fancies after all), but it's so easy to be this way with you.

At long last, he kneels over you, and he can tell by the way you gaze back up at him that you're just waiting for him to claim you. He catches his breath, but steadies himself, and presses one last lingering kiss to your lips. Then, without another word, he very slowly enters you.

And even though it's your first time with a man, you know it will never feel like this again.

Your bodies easily fall into a natural rhythm. It starts slow- his hips push and pull like overlapping waves. You gasp out his name and his arms wrap around you more tightly, one hand snaking up your back to tangle his fingers through your hair. You moan aloud that you want more- you want him harder. He abides without question, thrusting more deeply into you.

And after a time spent in pleasured bliss together, you feel his entire body tense. He bucks into you to the hilt- once, twice, then he groans into your neck and barely pulls away, spilling his release across your inner thighs. It's hot, and there's so much of it- far more than you'd expected. Sylvain mutters an apology, but you touch a hand to his cheek and smile.

"don't apologize, Sylvain. It's you. I adore this feeling. If only..."

He gently hushes you as he lies at your side and draws you to his chest. His heart is still pounding, but he makes an admirable effort to level his voice.

"Don't think about 'if only.' I'm here now. I'm right here for you."

His tone wavers just a little, and just for a moment. He'll have all of his life to mull about his feelings from this night. For now, he puts his heart and body into tending to you, as it is a privilege that he'll never have again.

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Hello! I really love your flower event and your writing is so beautiful! May I please request Albedo and heliotropes? Thank you!

Congrats on 500+ followers and I hope you have a wonderful birthday!

❝ albedo + heliotrope ❞

pairing: albedo/god!reader

genre: fluff?

summary: heliotrope | eternal love, devotion

warnings: slightly canon divergent

there should be disgust, you thought to yourself as you stared at his perfect form, there should be hate so why is there none?

mortals playing gods, creating life from scratch. gods playing mortals, being greedy and selfish and jealous and all that unsightly emotions. albedo playing a role not fitted for him— a sign of mockery and a sign of pride soon to be abandoned. you shouldn't feel pity but you did anyway.  

you supposed that the many years that had passed had done a number on you, softening and making you too empathetic for your own good. is that what it meant to be lonely? is loneliness an empty chalice you bear until you lose heart and wish it upon no one else?

albedo was... artificial — unnatural, and unsightly — an insult to your name but he was also alone and deprived and lonely. he was too human to be a god and too godly to be human. he never quite fits and as did you— you who roamed the soils with a name borrowed from someone else. you who were a god laid forgotten in some distant corner of a library. you who despite learning how to feel like a human would never be human enough to fit in.

"you're staring." blunt and to most, emotionless, but you heard enough voices in your life to recognize the subtle lilt in his.

"and you've been tinkering with that thing for over two hours now."

an interchange you would never have thought you'd be making but one you were thankful for, regardless. albedo's soft chuckle permeated the air and it was too melodic — too perfect — to come out the lips of someone who's not quite a god. meanwhile, the bashful aversion of gaze, the sudden rush of crimson blood, were too rough and unbecoming for someone who was built to be above it.

"if i didn't know any better i'd say you're being quite... needy."

you scoffed, crossing your legs in a manner mortals could only refer to as a defensive gesture. "i am not! i am simply... bored out of my wits."

"how odd. it appears that your boredom suggests an immediate need for my attention."

"you're giving yourself too much credit." you rolled your eyes, shifting your weight as you stared him down indignantly, as faux as it was. "have you ever considered that i only see you as a toy?"

"once but..." albedo momentarily looked up, signs of mischief swimming in his beautiful teals. "even children get tired off their toys after a few years and we've known each other for what? a few hundred?"

"you—!" you coughed, perhaps too flustered than you should be. "you narcissistic asshole!"

"not narcissistic, merely factual."

half of you wanted to blast him off with a huge gust of power, anything to knock that annoyingly pretty knowing smile of his.

"you're being cheeky. i don't like it. maybe you're spending too much time with that knight—"

"captain kaeya? we barely even meet."

there should be hate but there is none. all you could see was the magnificent way his lips were quirked, unabashed in showing you his amusement. too human, your mind screamed in fury, as you bit your lip. too nonchalant with your lost regality.

"are you okay?" albedo frowned, noticing your furrowed brows and distant gaze. it happens more often than you knew but this was the first time he inquired.

"it's—" everything that shouldn't be. mountains full of contradictions and bitter ironies. "nothing."

"if you say so..."

why couldn't he ask further? he was an alchemist for archons' sake! his entire being was made to question this and that so why couldn't he seek the source of your melancholy?

"why do you hold back?" good question. albedo froze when he realized that it didn't come from the familiar voices in his head but from you who was staring at him in confusion. "there's something you want to ask but you never do"

"because i... to be frank, i don't know. yet."

he did know, for the most part, at least. there was a fear that came in pushing your buttons too far— a fear that he will overstep his boundaries and you'll fly away never to return. there was a nagging feeling that he'll mess up somewhere in a relationship he actually cared to maintain. when that happens, he'll be all alone again. a lonely god, a common occurrence. a lonely inhuman being, rarer than a perfect mistake. he shouldn't be thinking much of it but... he didn't want to be left with no one to run to. not again.

"if you say so..." you repeated his words, lips twitching up when albedo huffed at your weak attempt to joke.

sometimes, albedo was too good— too perfect— and it brings your supposedly divine being to shame. he was kind and restrained and ever graceful when you did nothing but wreak havoc on those who dared mispronounce your name. sure, it was millennia ago, when unjustified bouts of anger were considered the norm amongst the gods who walked the earth but did it change the severity of your sins? not even close.

"you're doing it again."

"unfortunately, i am aware."

albedo sighed, leaving his task to stand before you, hands slowly moving a stray strand of your hair away from your face. "then, can i ask this time?"

perhaps you could afford to be honest for a change, the naive voice of your heart echoed in your mind.

"i've lived for far too long when i didn't deserve to. i've walked for miles in mortal soil — foreign lands and all — but without the companionship of the only people who understood what it was to be... to be born like me."

you tipped your head in mourning but you didn't cry. already having spent years upon years shedding tears for the lost, you were sure that none were left in you. "and they were gone while i had to watch everything die around me. the life of a perfect being... everyone told stories of valiance and glory but no one ever speaks about the hidden truth of desolation."

"but then," things changed. "i met you. you who were made in our image. you who is better than us. a fake, a product of arrogance, a thorn to be removed. as a god, i should condemn your existence but as a person who longed to have someone after thousands of years roaming around meaninglessly— forgotten and irrelevant in the grander plans of the universe... to that person, you are a blessing."

"albedo, you—" you grinned at him and it was the first time albedo saw you look so... young and vibrant. so full of the life you ironically lost through the years of living. "you make me less lonely."

you make me less lonely. simple words for the grandest of sentiments. one that he returned wholeheartedly. his feelings— one that he could never quite define before— all summed up in a matter of five ordinary words that held more gravity than ten worlds combined.

"i don't know what to say," he mumbled in reply as he cupped your face in his warm, warm hands. "i've been damned since my creation and for a while, i lived without any idea how to or for what. i can't say that things are better now but... some days i think it's alright as long as i'm not in this alone."

a lonely god and a lonely imposter to the eyes of the world you may be but together, you soften the idea of living in perpetuity into one light and easy dream.

— ahhhh!! thank you so much! you sound so sweet and you’re making me gush! i hope you liked this and once again, thank you for taking the time to join in the fun!

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