#—chamomileteahouse: folklore event

[chamomileteahouse]

and if i'm dead to you, why are you at the wake?

❇ pairing: Diluc Ragnvindr x gn!reader

❇ summary: It was all his fault. (based on "my tears ricochet" by Taylor Swift)

❇ category: ANGST. just... angst.

❇ warnings: includes major character death (you), mentions of blood, murder, funeral, and swearing.

❇ notes: I have no idea what got over me when I was writing this so... I apologize for hurting lucluc like this. folklore event masterlist

Everything feels surreal. The winery is filled with flowers yet no one celebrates, people gather around wearing black, with no happy face to be seen. Everything happened too fast. He swore he could still smell the warm blood as its metallic smell fills his nostrils and threatens to overwhelm his lungs. He still could vividly remember that disgusting crimson pooling everywhere in the winery, on his hands, the floor, and the carpet.

Diluc still remembers his broken pleas and bloodshot eyes when he held your limp figure. It’s all clear to him as if he’s stuck in that specific moment of disaster. That moment where he wished he could turn back time for just five minutes—five minutes before all the irreparable damage he caused.

“I’m sorry—fuck. Just stay alive for me,” He pleas, unable to stop his sobbing. Tears welled up in his wide eyes, his breath sharp and unsteady. He turns away from you, away from the pain he inflicted, from the pain he has inflicted upon you. Your skin is red and wet. He’s sorry for it. He never meant to hurt you.

“Please, I’m sorry, I should have listened to you, I should’ve—” He shook you, trying to find any just any reaction. A simple cough or breath. It would be enough. “Someone, help.” His voice is weak, faltering, and tired. No one could hear him. No one was here to help him.

How did this happen? He recounted in his head, it’s all blurry now like his line of sight. All he could recall was the anger in his voice as he asked for an explanation about that badge you kept on you, and then the horror on your face when you tried to hide it. But now it seemed all pointless.

“I’m so sorry [Name]. I’m… archons please,” He didn't know who he was begging to, if he was asking a god up there to answer his prayer or if he was begging the dead body to miraculously rise up. Diluc was not a religious person but he’d pray for any archon, god, adepti, or whatever celestial being to answer his pleas. 

His fingers graze over the fatui badge just above his lover's wound and he couldn't help but let out a tight cry. To Diluc it didn’t seem to matter anymore. He should’ve realized that Fatui or not, you were still his. You were still [Name], and that should’ve been enough.

You would be enough.

But now he stands in front of a coffin. He’s supposed to give a eulogy, but no speech dares to leave his mouth, it felt wrong. Wasn’t he the cause of all of this? And now he was to give a tribute to your life—a life he ended. But no one knows. No one could force the blame on him and somehow he wished he was caught red-handed. Then maybe he’d be able to live with this burden honestly.

“We are all gathered here,” His lips tremble, “To celebrate the life of [Name]—” and his voice breaks, and the dam of tears he tried to keep together comes crashing. His hands are shaking and he feels his knees get weak. 

“I’m so sorry,” He chokes out, but no one understands him, all of them thinking he was apologizing for breaking down.

Only Diluc Ragnvindr would ever know he was apologizing to the coffin next to him.

[chamomileteahouse]

august

❇ pairing: Childe x gn!reader

❇ summary: You like to reminisce about spending summer with a person who was never yours in the first place.

❇ category: fluff and then angst

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Young love. A gradual feeling of getting high on the thrill, the youth in it, the buzz of the alcohol, and the innocence of being immature and naive. It was the nights of being curled up under his bedsheets, the sunlight slipping through the window, and him in your arms. To feel all that again would be pure wishful thinking.

It had been so long since your little rendezvous with him, Childe, that's what he wanted to call himself, but you called him a different name. A name he promised only you knew.

“Guess who?” Suddenly hands cover your eyes and someone’s head is buried into your hair, and a giggle slips past your lips. “Come on, guess!”

You hum as if you were deep in thought, you placed your hands on his, feeling and tracing every vein and bone before you let out an attempt of a defeated sigh, “I’m afraid I have no idea who this is.”

“[Name],” He whined, you could almost imagine the pout on his lips and the mischievous glint in his eye, “C’mon I know you are messing with me. I’m not letting you go if you don’t say my name.”

A giggle slips past your lips and your hands play idly on his, “Ajax.” His name leaves your lips like a promise, it’s sweet like morning dew and warm like this summer. The hands covering your eyes let go, revealing the ginger-haired boy with a toothy grin.

“That wasn’t so hard, wasn’t it?” He teased, poking a finger on your slightly flushed cheek when you rolled your eyes. He was always like this, always so playful but it was refreshing like the blue in his eyes, it could quench your thirst in the hot summer of August.

“Only because you insisted on it,” You pouted as you felt his fingers slowly intertwine themselves with yours. It was times like these when you wonder what you both were to each other. Acquaintances? Friends? Lovers? It was surely not the latter for you knew he had a different love, you’re not sure who but it wasn’t you.

No, it could never be you.

That’s why when the leaves start to turn orange, and the air colder, so did he. And the warmth of his hand was not there to warm you anymore but there to wave you a measly goodbye and nothing else. So you watched him leave, and you wanted to reach for him but you didn’t, simply because he was not yours to lose.

And when he fades from your sight, so does summer.

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illicit affairs

❇ pairing: Kamisato Ayato x gn!reader

❇ summary: It's time to go, and the time to let go. (based on "illicit affairs" by Taylor Swift)

❇ category: angst

❇ notes: Implied arranged marriage for ayato. folklore event masterlist

Kamisato Ayato confuses you.

“You should go,” He whispers, his arms still wrapped around your waist while his head is buried in your shoulder. You don’t know if he wanted you to go with how he held you so closely, but perhaps that was only your imagination convincing you he didn’t want you to leave.

“I’ll see you again, right? Please?” You ask, not daring to look at him, but at the ground instead. You wanted to hug him tight, kiss him again, but that wouldn’t be right. You don’t even know if anything between the both of you was right.

A silence filled the room before he spoke, “They’ll see you. You should go.” 

Ayato’s words feel heavy, forced, and barren.  There was a sense of finality to them. In truth, it swallows him inside. A weight lays upon his heart as he holds you, like an anchor that pulls him down to the depths of the abyss. It’s as heavy as the burden of a ring he carries inside his pocket. He knows it wasn’t you that he was going to give it to.

The man’s hold on you loosens, but he didn’t let go completely, letting his fingers waver on your arms, and when he eventually releases you, he places a tentative kiss on the side of your head. He leaves his touch still lingering on your skin and your heart. The once red strings that tie the both of you together, turn into chains that suffocate the both of you.

It was always like that, or at least it has been like that for a while. Being with Kamisato Ayato used to feel like quiet afternoons in the Komore teahouse, playing with his fingers after a day of work, a game of chess that he stumps you with, and finally sharing short but passionate kisses in the security of his estate. It was simple. It was all you wanted.

You don’t know why it changed, but you can feel the difference in how you were feeling even when you last saw him. A little less happy, a little more confused, but mostly just hurt. The distance was too far to fix, it was a vast ocean to reach Ayato. You’d drown before you could ever get him.

So you don’t protest. You don’t waste any more of his time. Ayato was right. Someone would see. You had to go sooner or later. Just like Ayato, you let go. The memory of your time together still lingering in his mind, and just like the hasty kiss he gives you, you left as quickly.

[chamomileteahouse]

folklore, short scenario event

We were something don't you think so? When we were young and they assumed we knew nothing, cause I loved you, I swore I loved you, and I was your favorite.

Hi, so I've been thinking of doing this for fun, and well I've had a few scenarios planned out already but some songs have not been assigned a character so if you want to help me out you can send an ask and I'll do what I can <3 (not all stories will be released by sequence)

btw, not everyone's request will be filled, and I will only be taking the suggestions that really caught my eye. and we do have a taglist so if you want to be part of the taglist do send an ask or a comment ! sincerely, kian

Status: Still accepting requests

Album link: "folklore" by Taylor Swift

the 1 — Kaeya Alberich

cardigan —

the last great american dynasty — Kamisato Ayato

exile —

my tears ricochet — Diluc Ragnvidr

mirrorball — Kamisato Ayaka

seven — Amber

august — Tartaglia Childe

this is me trying —

illicit affairs— Kamisato Ayato

invisible string — Zhongli

mad woman — Rosaria

epiphany — Xiao

betty — Tartaglia Childe

peace — Kaedehara Kazuha

hoax —

the lakes —

taglist: - none yet, care to change that?

[chamomileteahouse]

mirrorball

❇ pairing: Kamisato Ayaka x gn!reader

❇ summary: Just you, Ayaka, and the moonlight as both of you dance together. (based on "mirrorball" by Taylor Swift)

❇ category: fluff

❇ notes: I fell in love with Ayaka the moment I saw her, she's just so pretty.

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You were both dancing under the pale moonlight, giggling and laughing, the two of you a perfect picture of young love, dancing with your arms around each other, and the faint sound of music from the festival from afar. You and Ayaka's hands intertwined, fitting like puzzle pieces, as your eyes lit up at the other's presence.

It was the perfect night, everyone else was busy at the festival and you had the chance to steal her away from any more tiring work, dragging her to Chinju forest where you could keep her to all yourself. It was just the both of you here.

“Hey, don’t go trying to step on my feet now,” You grinned in a teasing way, playfully batting her hand away. She laughed in response as your arm continued to snake around her waist.

She looked so pretty like this, you thought. Ayaka's posture was relaxed as her smile reached her eyes, and she laughed freely without a care in the world. You were glad that even if you couldn’t help her much in her duties in her clan, you could at least give her a taste of what she seemed to be missing.

“You might be the one trying to step on my feet. I would say I’m quite the graceful dancer,” She teased back, her eyes sparkling with mischief and laughter. She smiled brightly at you, and her cheeks dimpled, making her even cuter.

“Let me change your mind then,” You said as you held her hand and twirled her, then slowly dipped her towards the earth. She giggled in surprise as you began to swing her back up.

Ayaka raised her hand and placed it on your cheeks as your lips met hers. The moment your lips touched hers, you both started to become lost in the moment. You wrapped your arms around her waist, locking her tighter into you as she wrapped her arms around your neck.

You let out a blissful sigh as Ayaka's lips locked onto yours. You were lost in a perfect moment. You pulled back, staring into her light blue eyes, “Have I convinced you enough, Milady?” You whispered.

She hummed, “I still need more convincing it seems,” She says as she holds the edges of your collar. “One more dance?”

“One more dance,” You chuckled, your hands once again holding her waist. It was going to be a long night.

[chamomileteahouse]

but we were something don't you think so?

❇ pairing: Kaeya Alberich x gn!reader

❇ summary: You and Kaeya were something; sometimes a few feelings linger, and you wonder if it would've been different if it worked out. (based on the 1 by Taylor Swift)

❇ warnings: alcohol mentions

❇ notes: part of an upcoming folklore event(?) that I'm working on. This event is purely indulgent but yeah! oh and also modern! kaeya here

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To love also meant you were willing to lose and that’s just about it with Kaeya Alberich. It wasn’t a long relationship, it was fleeting, care-free, and in the end, it wasn’t meant to last and that’s okay. It’s supposed to be okay. You convince yourself of that.

But some days hit harder than usual and you find yourself sitting on a barstool with a crystal glass of wine, and a lingering feeling of loneliness, or if you even could call it that, it was more of a remaining sense of a sweet “what if?” of a deceased relationship that lasted for one summer—a summer when you had him.

The fallout wasn’t big, it was a light argument that made you both realize you both wanted different things. That was okay and that was fine until it wasn’t. Not when simple tasks make you think of him; when going to the bus stop made you wonder if he was at home or wandering around in the city, or seeing sea shells on the sea shore made you think of that one summer with the man. And these memories would’ve been fine to keep if he was there for you to keep also.

And everything seems to always wind up with you here, on a barstool, playing with the edges of your wine glass, You're not quite ready to drink it, but you're already halfway through. Strangers in the bar were merely background noise as you kept to yourself. 

“I should’ve known you’d be here,” A voice with a hint of a smile said from the dark bar. He stood next to you, taking a seat, the shadows of his presence making you think it wasn’t him in the first place, and maybe somewhere inside you wished it wasn’t. “When was the last time we talked?” 

“Since last summer,” You reply. You’re trying to think of a way to say it, but you end up simply saying it. “I remember.”

“We were something don’t you think so?” His voice was so soft, that you weren’t sure if you really heard him or not. But you took a sip of your wine and nodded. You were something. And that was fine when it was Kaeya Alberich.

[chamomileteahouse]

The winds brought you to a humble tea shop,

and yet you were not prepared for that which would be awaiting you.

Welcome to the tea house, Traveler! My name is Kian, I will be serving you today.

"Traveler, what does your heart desire?"

links:

the menu and house rules

meeting the owner

ask (currently open)

anon list (open for anyone)

my spotify account

tags:

chamomileteahouse , my writing

Kian Tea Talks , responds to my ask box

Kian's Tea Party , random stuff

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