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when you were here --#4

wanderer x reader.

warnings:: none, overall angst . || divider credits:: @ omi-resources >w< || a/n:: this is a common story (i think_) and i wanted to post. so enjoy~ . || layout credits:: sunvies

word count:: 464

"hey, scaramouche! how are you today?"

"... okay."

"aww, c'mon! you should smile more! it looks better on you."

"whatever."

-+-

birds chirped around sumeru city, people talked and laughed on the streets.

wanderer fixed his hat as he walked down the stone pathway.

he remembered you, cheerful as ever, running and laughing down the streets whilst holding his hand.

"hurrry, scaramouche! run faster!"

your voice echoed through his mind. he shook off the thought, a gust of cold breeze hitting him in the face.

he remembered how happily you skipped in the forest, your hand in his, leading him to your favorite lake.

"i love this lake. i like how at nighttime, the moon shines over the water. isn't it pretty?"

"..yeah."

he always visits the lake.

. it reminded him of you, unique and shining, like the moon in the water. and yet, even the cleanest and brightest pond can become nothing more than a sewage for people nearby, as so not even the moon can be seen on it anymore.

..."to take care of a flower, you need to water it at least once a day, make sure it gets sunlight, and add fertilizer. easy, right?" you smiled, your innocent eyes full of excitement and glee beaming with joy.

"i guess so." he replied.

"look, scaramouche! it finally got a bud!!"

".. it's a nice flower, isn't it?" he said, quite dully.

"i agree so!" you laughed.

he always planted the same type of flower.

it really reminded him of you, beautiful and healthy, fragrant and interesting. and yet, even the best and most spoiled blossom can wilt.

what an attractive bloom indeed.

he always resented himself for not being better for you. for not being there. that's exactly why you're gone.

he wished that he would see your smile, your eyes and you, all there again.

haha, how sad has he become?

"good morning!" you cheered.

".. morning." he said grumpily, little to no affection being shown.

"wanna walk with me? it's quite cold in sumeru right now, so i think it's the best weather for a stroll!"

"sure."

"is this a rose? it's so pre- ouch! i didn't realize it was spiky."

cold and sharp like the thorns of a rose.

scaramouche, does that remind you of someone?

seems like it.

he missed you.

he missed how your smile made him feel something.. unusual. something different. something puppets aren't supposed to feel. something only you could pull off.

was it love?

how could he consider something so mediocre.

aha, it's obvious, isn't it?

you're too good for him.

the wanderer walked on, trying to move on his mind to a topic more fit for a little puppet, just like him, the sunny afternoons' sun brightly lighting up the city.

like how you enlightened him.

-+-

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when you were here --#4

wanderer x reader.

warnings:: none, overall angst . || divider credits:: @ omi-resources >w< || a/n:: this is a common story (i think_) and i wanted to post. so enjoy~ . || layout credits:: sunvies

word count:: 464

"hey, scaramouche! how are you today?"

"... okay."

"aww, c'mon! you should smile more! it looks better on you."

"whatever."

-+-

birds chirped around sumeru city, people talked and laughed on the streets.

wanderer fixed his hat as he walked down the stone pathway.

he remembered you, cheerful as ever, running and laughing down the streets whilst holding his hand.

"hurrry, scaramouche! run faster!"

your voice echoed through his mind. he shook off the thought, a gust of cold breeze hitting him in the face.

he remembered how happily you skipped in the forest, your hand in his, leading him to your favorite lake.

"i love this lake. i like how at nighttime, the moon shines over the water. isn't it pretty?"

"..yeah."

he always visits the lake.

. it reminded him of you, unique and shining, like the moon in the water. and yet, even the cleanest and brightest pond can become nothing more than a sewage for people nearby, as so not even the moon can be seen on it anymore.

..."to take care of a flower, you need to water it at least once a day, make sure it gets sunlight, and add fertilizer. easy, right?" you smiled, your innocent eyes full of excitement and glee beaming with joy.

"i guess so." he replied.

"look, scaramouche! it finally got a bud!!"

".. it's a nice flower, isn't it?" he said, quite dully.

"i agree so!" you laughed.

he always planted the same type of flower.

it really reminded him of you, beautiful and healthy, fragrant and interesting. and yet, even the best and most spoiled blossom can wilt.

what an attractive bloom indeed.

he always resented himself for not being better for you. for not being there. that's exactly why you're gone.

he wished that he would see your smile, your eyes and you, all there again.

haha, how sad has he become?

"good morning!" you cheered.

".. morning." he said grumpily, little to no affection being shown.

"wanna walk with me? it's quite cold in sumeru right now, so i think it's the best weather for a stroll!"

"sure."

"is this a rose? it's so pre- ouch! i didn't realize it was spiky."

cold and sharp like the thorns of a rose.

scaramouche, does that remind you of someone?

seems like it.

he missed you.

he missed how your smile made him feel something.. unusual. something different. something puppets aren't supposed to feel. something only you could pull off.

was it love?

how could he consider something so mediocre.

aha, it's obvious, isn't it?

you're too good for him.

the wanderer walked on, trying to move on his mind to a topic more fit for a little puppet, just like him, the sunny afternoons' sun brightly lighting up the city.

like how you enlightened him.

-+-

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... am i still dreaming?

kinich x alcoholic!reader --modern au

|| word count:: #630 || a/n:: this was an anon request from @drabblesdear ,, i have consent! || this also took 5-ever. || divider creds:: fic-dumpster ||

warnings:: none, alcohol?-- bad writing,, genre:: angst. not severe, dwdw

`"cmon,, it's just alcohol. it's not even that bad. i'm going to stop anyways.."`

kinich sighed. that's the 4th time you've said that. he really doesn't know if you're lying or not.

however, it's not like he can blame you, right? well... maybe he can. but it's still something he resents, his father never sat well with drinking.

sigh. `"y/n, you'd better stop soon. you are fully aware that liqueur is an addiction."` he said,, in an annoyed tone. you obviously could tell he wasn't so happy with that drink of yours.

`"fine, fine. someday i'll stop."`

you knew you wouldn't in a while, your favorite booze had just restocked!! you wouldn't let it go.. even for him.

--

after that night of bickering, you sighed and went for a taxi, since he always got angry if you drove by yourself.

you felt bad of course, but you still continue. its quite sad, in fact.

you went in the taxi, told the guy where you'd go. you thought what kinich would say if he knew you wouldn't stop.

you also knew that kinich's father was the reason why sometimes he'd be so anxious.

what you knew was his father always drank and ... you didn't like the story either. so, conclusion; you were just very used to drinking and you can't quit it. even if there's someone telling you to (stop) .

alas, the night grew cold,, and the sun rose from the east.

--

you woke up, groaning as the obvious effects of alcohol have taken toll. you sat up, and went for a daily walk. hoping not to see kinich, it was obvious he was going to nag all about why you should stop.

you stepped out of the door, the cold morning breeze rushed on your face.

you walked down the street, people and shops busy with activity.

still, you can't shake the fact of what you should actually do. whether or not to stop.

you sighed and just walked in a bar, when a familiar voice said behind you,

"still drinking, huh?"`

you turned to see kinich outside, merely passing by the door. you sighed.

"you really have eyes everywhere."

he sighed. he obviously was disappointed, so you had no choice but to walk with him too.

"y/n, why don't you keep your word and stop?"` he asked, rather exasperated after all the weeks of having to put up with your tantrums.

"yeah, i know. it's harder than you think."` you replied, followed by a period of silence,, accompanied by the sounds of cars driving by and people talking.

kinich wanted to protect you, and that's a fact. you didn't want to break the truth so awkwardly.

if it hadn't been for him, you'd be drunk for days already. you were lucky to at least have him by your side.

he, of course was contemplating how he should stop you. he didn't want you to end up like his father... that's the worst-case scenario.

".. y/n,, i trust that from today, you'll never drink a single bottle of alcohol. from now on."

you stared at him, at first with confusion, then with playful-sadness.

"aww, really? fine. i'll try, but i can't promise."

"you'd better."

..

a few minutes passed, and he glanced back at you.. well, where you used to be. surprised, he looked back and found no trace of you.

he desperately looked for you, and it dawned.

"sigh. when will i stop daydreaming?"

you're an illusion.

ajaw came and sighed as well. "yeah, i guess it took you long enough."

well, you never came back to drink.. or even to kinich. you never stepped foot in that earth anyway. guess it's only fair..

"hey, d'you know where ___ is?" you said, in a drunk, slurred voice.

".. it's to your right." kinich replied, coldly.

you nodded and went left.

".. that's your left. why don't i just help you?"

"sounds like a good idea." you remarked, and both of you talked and joked until the night grew cold.

that's when you two met, or.. that's when he started dreaming.

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maybe next year? xmas special

warnings:: overall angst, no comfort-- || word count:: #401 || divider credits:: @cafekitsune. @mikeykuns .. || ((oneshot,,)) ||

december 4, wednesday ..

y/n looked beautiful today. oh, .. what am i doing? the fuck? might as well end this meaningless journal.

december 23, monday ..

today, y/n was speaking to kaveh.. if only she spoke to me.

pay no mind to the earlier entry. i was obviously joking. i also heard that christmas is coming soon. isn't it a holiday when people share gifts? i truly wonder what gift i should give to y/n..

she is always smiling, i always wonder how i could make her smile too,, without that insolent kaveh interfering.

i talked with her . she's a cheerful person, her smile brighter than the stars above. i wish we could always be together.. how much mora would i pay?

kaveh is such a bother. seriously . always trying to talk to her.. i can't tell if that fool is desperate or just hungry for attention.. what a stupid roommate.

december 24, tuesday ..

i think y/n would enjoy a book.. i hope she'll appreciate it.

i hope that kaveh will go on doing his business so that i can at least spend the afternoon with y/n. never in hell would i forget to purchase her a gift. i'll make sure i give her the best suited one.

tomorrow is the christmas day. y/n seems very excited about it, i'll ask her what she enjoys most about it.

she likes the gifts most? oh, guess i will have to ask that kaveh on what he'll give her. i'll make sure y/n wants my present more.

december 25, wednesday .. christmas day...

..

i do not want to mention today.

i am happy y/n spared me a card.. and i am happy that she liked my present. kaveh. couldn't even spare her a gift! no wonder he's so known for being poor.

but who the shit is kaveh.... to deserve a gift? from her?!

ah. what a shame. next year's still coming.. i have a second chance. maybe the following christmas will give me a chance of a gift.

am i not good enough?

should i try harder?

y/n, please notice me.

a/n:: haha, this fic sucks.

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as the years go by. - zhongli special...#2

word count:: #434 || divider credits:: saradika-graphics , , mikeykuns , enchanthings-a , . .|| warnings:: reader death,, overall ((zhongli)) angst-- || a/n:: overused story.. this was so hard to write wtf? lmao || this took 5-ever ||

it was truly heartbreaking. alas, not even the archons nor the beings above celestia could take you back. oh, he could only dream.

the busy streets of liyue rushed as the hours went by,, restaurants-- food stands,, local shops.. all buzzed below with activity. zhongli sighed,, between sips of his favorite osmanthus wine. his favorite for eons now.,

he watched as the sun went down,, orange light shining through his window., your smile echoing his mind.

children laughed and ran down the street,, smiling and enjoying their youth. he watched them play and yell to their friends,, and the thought crossed his mind that in only a few years they would be at age of one parent.

he remembered how you used to talk and laugh like them,, cheerful,, full of passion and genuine laughter., oh, how much mora he'd pay for you back.

you're priceless to him.

it was not long until his wine was drained to the very last cup. he stood up to take a stroll outside,, moonlight barely seen for the orange traditional lights of the street was far too bright.

as he walked on the stone floor,, kids and adults alike, seemed to move right past him, aging into old souls and young grown men and women.

time. something he can't even prevent. that is what it takes to rub a smile off someones face.

he used to enjoy eating and walking on this specific street,, however the experience did not give him the same enjoyment -- without you.

memories refuse to even recount how many times you made him smile. how many times you made him want to protect you, to make sure you'd be safe.

age is something one cannot escape, same with time. he'd sacrifice the same street you used to roam for that moment to be done again..

you're precious to him.

he sat down, sun rising from the east. he never noticed how much time had passed.

oh, y/n. did you deserve this cruel fate?

did you deserve to dissolve into nothing but an old memory?

zhongli would disagree.

people opened their shops for a new day, hoping for some sales to be bought.

and yet,, only thing thing that stays the same is the place. never the people,, never the memory. never the experience.

is that so?

time is truly a thief,, it robs you blind until you are eventually unable to walk. quite literally,, and metaphorically.

never once in a lifetime zhongli would experience such tragedy. that's why it took 5 . 936 for you to appear,, and 6017 for you to pass.

"do humans deserve to die? or is it a blessing?,, you chuckled, before eventually closing your eyes-- forever,, 'till time had met it's end.

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maybe next year? xmas special

warnings:: overall angst, no comfort-- || word count:: #401 || divider credits:: @cafekitsune. @mikeykuns .. || ((oneshot,,)) ||

december 4, wednesday ..

y/n looked beautiful today. oh, .. what am i doing? the fuck? might as well end this meaningless journal.

december 23, monday ..

today, y/n was speaking to kaveh.. if only she spoke to me.

pay no mind to the earlier entry. i was obviously joking. i also heard that christmas is coming soon. isn't it a holiday when people share gifts? i truly wonder what gift i should give to y/n..

she is always smiling, i always wonder how i could make her smile too,, without that insolent kaveh interfering.

i talked with her . she's a cheerful person, her smile brighter than the stars above. i wish we could always be together.. how much mora would i pay?

kaveh is such a bother. seriously . always trying to talk to her.. i can't tell if that fool is desperate or just hungry for attention.. what a stupid roommate.

december 24, tuesday ..

i think y/n would enjoy a book.. i hope she'll appreciate it.

i hope that kaveh will go on doing his business so that i can at least spend the afternoon with y/n. never in hell would i forget to purchase her a gift. i'll make sure i give her the best suited one.

tomorrow is the christmas day. y/n seems very excited about it, i'll ask her what she enjoys most about it.

she likes the gifts most? oh, guess i will have to ask that kaveh on what he'll give her. i'll make sure y/n wants my present more.

december 25, wednesday .. christmas day...

..

i do not want to mention today.

i am happy y/n spared me a card.. and i am happy that she liked my present. kaveh. couldn't even spare her a gift! no wonder he's so known for being poor.

but who the shit is kaveh.... to deserve a gift? from her?!

ah. what a shame. next year's still coming.. i have a second chance. maybe the following christmas will give me a chance of a gift.

am i not good enough?

should i try harder?

y/n, please notice me.

a/n:: haha, this fic sucks.