#ask-lost-celestia

[askpokeeosin]

Fan/gift (mainly me fanboying, though!) art of a scene from @asklostcelestia that I like that I wanted to try drawing out!

[painttasticpony]

@asklostcelestia I had a thought

[punkitt-is-here]

i have been given permission and proof to post these images + explanation. i feel like i have a slice of a digital holy grail in my hands

this sketchbook page is still genuinely comedy gold, im honored to have been given the chance to post it

To the other anon: My boyfriend was actually the artist behind the celestia meme, I'm only on anon because he's actually deeply embarrassed by it and thinks his friends will judge him for having a teen brony phase

WHAT........DOES HE STILL HAVE THOSE SOMEWHERE.....I DONT THINK THATS CRINGE AT ALL I THINK THAT SHIT WAS GENUINELY PEAK COMEDY

[ponypuffle]

Hey! Hello! I saw that you have open requests and I would love to ask you something, Rainbow Dash x fem! reader, a pretty unicorn who is Rarity's cousin and went to Ponyville to visit her.

And Rainbow Dash is amazed when she sees her for the first time, a pretty and adorable Canterlot unicorn who likes to see pegasi fly since she has a fascination with wings, and Rainbow takes that point in her favor ;)

Pairing: Rainbow Dash x Fem!Reader

Word Count: idk im on my phone rn so i'll check when i have access to my computer l8r Warning(s): rainbow checks the reader out (idk if that's a warning but to be sure lol) A/N: tbh i gave rainbow too much rizz to the point that she managed to rizz me up from an rd enjoyer to rd simp 😔😔

As a pony who's lived her entire life in Canterlot, you knew for certain it didn't happen as often as most tourists expected, but to each their own. You certainly weren't about to stop them if it meant Canterlot's local businesses profited from their visits.

You loved Canterlot as much as the next pony, but Celestia, was it a lot. Every pony always had something to do and somewhere to be whether it be for business purposes or to simply go to a luxurious outing. Not to mention the overabundance of tourists who clambered to see the next big thing or perhaps their favorite "attraction"; a glimpse at the princess walking out onto her balcony.

All of this to say that you needed a break from Canterlot, even if it was for a moment. Every pony loved to say that Canterlot "has it all", but they all seemed to fail to consider the city's lack of peace. Hence why you reached out to family for help who then reached out to more family until you finally ended up in communications with your cousin, Rarity.

You remembered her well from the playdates and family gatherings you went to as little fillies. Unfortunately with how life goes, you'd lost touch with her. The last time you'd seen her as more than a child was years ago! Truth be told, you were excited to reunite with her. A whole week in Ponyville with your favorite cousin sounded like the perfect remedy to your Canterlot-ailment.

When the day came, you were the first to board the train and the first to exit. The moment you laid your eyes on your cousin, you rushed over with a wide grin. "Rarity! I'm so happy to see you again! Celestia, your mane is to die for! You have to tell me how you get it looking so gorgeous."

"Why, thank you, dear. We'll have plenty of time to discuss mane products soon enough." She giggled before directing your attention towards a pegasus and a little dragon. "In the meantime, these are my friends, Fluttershy and Spike."

Your eyes widened in surprise. "Oh, dear. I'm so sorry for not introducing myself sooner!" You quickly greeted the two with all the sweetness you could muster as if it would make up for your obliviousness.

The kindness was only reciprocated, much to your relief. Before you could delve into further conversation, Rarity cut in. "I'm sure you must be starving after the train ride. Why don't we go drop off your bags and we can all go out together? My treat."

"That sounds amazing." You agreed, only just realizing that you were too distracted by the trip to think of eating a proper breakfast.

"Splendid! Spike, would you be a dear and help our guest with her bags?" Rarity nodded towards the dragon.

Before you could protest, Spike had eagerly obeyed her request as he took the two travel bags from your magic that held them up. "Thank you, Spike." You smiled softly.

As the four of you walked through town, you couldn't help but be mesmerized by Fluttershy's wings. "Have you ever thought of wearing wing accessories? I saw some amazing jeweled accessories back in Canterlot that I think would look divine on you." You commented.

Rarity overheard you, chiming in with her own praises. "The ones by Nimbus Shop?"

"Yes! The delicacy of the piece would look so darling on you, Fluttershy." You hummed.

Fluttershy blushed under your compliments. "Thank you. I'd love to try it out, but I'm afraid my line of work would only dirty the jewels before I could show them off."

Rarity nodded in agreement. "It's a shame, but I respect her passion for caring for those adorable little critters."

"Oh, perhaps I could pull a few strings and get you both invitations to this garden party out in Canterlot next month. Would that be reason enough to let me buy you those gorgeous wing accessories?" You suggested.

Rarity gasped. "A garden party? Goodness, could you really do that, dear?"

Your cousin's smile was infectious as she tried to hold in her excitement. "Of course! It's no problem at all. Besides, I don't know what kind of pony I'd be if I didn't get to see such beautiful wings enhanced by glittering jewels."

"Oh, that's so kind of you." Fluttershy was beginning to buzz with the same excitement, even it was toned down.

You turned your head to look back at the little dragon behind you. "Would you like to come to the garden party, too? I'm sure they could squeeze in cute baby dragon like you."

Spike began to stutter as if he was shocked that you'd bother to ask. "Are you sure you can get enough tickets?"

"Between just us," You hushed your voice down, "Two of the hosts owe me a huge favor."

Before anypony could respond, a gust of wind swept past you with a pound against the dirt just as you neared the front door of the Carousel Boutique. A blue coated pony with a rainbow mane stood with pride, her wings spread out to frame her form perfectly. The powerful mare found eye-contact with you, but she was quickly directed towards Rarity when she scolded her for the sudden landing.

While they spoke, you crouched down to Spike's level and whispered to him, "I'll just get you that ticket, yeah?"

"Thanks!" He whispered back. "C'mon, I'll show you your room before Rainbow tries to bother us."

Spike led the way around the ponies while you followed suit. You stared at Rainbow in amusement, letting your gaze glide over those strong wings.

Unbeknownst to you, the rainbow pegasus had checked you out, her eyes glazing over your form. You were far out of ear shot when Rarity noticed the way her friend looked at you, gasping loudly. "Rainbow Dash, don't you dare!"

"What? I'm not doing anything!" She held her hooves up, feigning innocence.

When both you and Spike came back out, the rainbow pony was still there with a disgruntled Rarity and a wide-eyed Fluttershy. The pegasus stepped into your view of your cousin with a smirk. She held her hoof out for a hoofshake to which you took. "Rainbow Dash, Ponyville's resident top flier and Wonderbolt."

"Wonderbolt?" Your jaw dropped as you held your hoof to your mouth in shock.

Rainbow chuckled in pride as she flexed her wings. "Yeah, what can I say? I'm just that awesome, y'know?"

Rarity rolled her eyes, sighing in disbelief as she cut in. "Come on, dear. Rainbow Dash is coming along for lunch with us."

Rarity herded you to her side, making sure she was between you and Rainbow, but that didn't stop Rainbow from trying to chat with you. "So, Rarity tells me your her cousin and you're visiting?" She called over through Rarity.

"Oh, yeah. I live over in Canterlot, but Rarity was so kind to let me stay with her as a vacation." You explained, but the separation made it a struggle, just as Rarity intended. She took the opportunity to keep you distracted with conversation, trying to keep Rainbow away. It wasn't that she didn't trust Rainbow, but she worried that if the relationship were to end, the relationship between you and Rarity would be severed, too.

But, Rainbow Dash was determined. When you made it to the restaurant, she dashed towards the seat right by you before Rarity could even touch the chair. "Lucky me, I get to sit by the new girl in town."

"You're lucky? I get to sit next to a Wonderbolt!" Your ears perked up with excitement. "I don't even remember the last time I got to watch a Wonderbolt show."

"You like the Wonderbolts?" Her voice was laced with happiness to know that you found interest in her work.

You nodded eagerly. "Of course! You guys are so talented. I just adore seeing your flight routines."

"Well, maybe I could get you a private showing, sweetheart." Rainbow nearly purred in a low voice, causing your cheeks to heat up at the nickname.

"Or!" Rarity chimed in. "You could take us all to the next performance, no?"

Rainbow snapped her head towards Rarity, glaring at her for disrupting her game. "Yeah... Or, that."

"Wow, that'd be amazing!" You couldn't hide your grin at the prospect of watching the Wonderbolts again.

Rainbow stretched the wing nearest to you out, letting it rest on your back. Your eyes drifted to her muscular wing, skin buzzing in delight at the feeling of her slick feathers. "Think that's amazing? You're getting a VIP ticket and a backstage pass, if you're into that."

Your eyes widened in shock, jaw dropping. You never expected in your wildest dreams you'd be offered such an opportunity. Rainbow had to reach out her hoof to get your mouth to close with a little chuckle. "I'm taking that as a 'yes', then?"

"Most definitely!" Your heart thudded against your chest.

Rainbow glanced at Rarity in triumph for a moment before she met your eyes again. "It's a plan then."

The next showing was thankfully only a few days after you returned from Ponyville. By the end of the week, you'd become good friends with the rest of Rarity's pals. You wanted to offer them to stay over, but your little Canterlot apartment was hardly enough for you and seven friends. Thankfully, Twilight had reassured you that she'd be able to get hotel rooms for everypony.

You'd made plans to meet up at a cafe you frequented to grab a cup of coffee and a few pastries before you went to the Wonderbolts show.

"Wow, I can't believe I've never been here." Twilight said as she sipped her coffee in utter bliss.

"Oh, it was opened a few years back, not long after your coronation actually." You replied, taking a bite of your chocolate croissant.

Rarity pouted. "I guess we've all been too busy to take the time to explore the finer details of Canterlot."

"I'd be happy to show you guys around!" You offered, eyes brightening. "The tourist spots are great, but I know all of Canterlot's hidden gems."

Pinkie Pie lit up. "That'd be amazing! Imagine how many tasty treats I've never even tried!"

The group laughed out loud, agreeing to join in on the insider tour for tomorrow. When breakfast was done, you all made your way to the Wonderbolts Stadium.

The VIP box was luxurious, plush seats in a shaded area that allowed for the perfect view of the performance. Your coat prickled along your legs in excitement at what was to come, and it wasn't for naught.

The moment the Wonderbolts made their entrance, you were entranced. You watched each well practiced maneuver, barely staying in your seat as you leaned in for more.

The show neared its end, much to your dismay, but it didn't stop you from yelling out with a cheer.

Applejack chuckled in amusement. "You sure do love them Wonderbolts, don't 'cha?"

You looked back with a grin. "How could I not? It's just so..." You tried to find the word until it finally clicked. "Exhilarating!"

"Then, let's go say hi to them." Twilight began to lead the way. "I'm sure they'd love to meet one of their biggest fans."

You hopped towards Twilight, nearly mirroring the same energy as Pinkie. At some point, Pinkie took charge with each bounce, so you eagerly followed close behind in anticipation. While you waited outside the locker room, waiting for the Wonderbolts to ready up, Pinkie was happy to tell you all about Rainbow Dash like her famous Sonic Rainboom.

When the doors opened, you could barely keep yourself composed. Your eyes were set on whoever was closest which just so happened to be Spitfire, the poster pony of the Wonderbolts.

"Hey, kid." Spitfire looked at you through her sunglasses. "I'm guessing your Rainbow's new friend?"

You nodded with a big smile, introducing yourself to her. "You have no idea how excited I am to meet you all."

Spitfire chuckled at your enthusiasm. "We've been waiting to meet you, too. Rainbow's been talking up a storm about you."

"She has?" You blushed, briefly glancing towards the rainbow pegasus.

"Non-stop. She tells me you're real interested in the Wonderbolts."

Part of you was glad Spitfire changed the topic, much too nervous to figure out whatever feelings came of the statement. "Yeah, but it's mostly just flying that I'm so intrigued by. All of you are so talented! I can't imagine how much work goes into your performances."

"A unicorn into flying? That's a new one for me." Spitfire commented, stretching out her wing when she noticed you staring at it in wonderment. "But, yeah, we work almost everyday. Wings like this don't come from nothing."

"I imagine so." You stared at the sleek feathers that made up her large wings. It wasn't long before the rest of the Wonderbolts team came to meet you, curious to see who Rainbow Dash was so interested in.

The next day, you went along with the tour as planned. With your friends following behind, you made it from destination to destination, making sure to have fun at each spot. You didn't have much of a plan, simply deciding where to go on a whim, but Pinkie had begged you to go to a little part of Canterlot for the end of the day. When it comes to Pinkie, how could you say no?

To your dismay, Rainbow had to leave early half way through the day. She told you she had Wonderbolts practice which you respected, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't miss her presence. Regardless, the outing went smoothly and you still enjoyed yourself.

When you made it to your final stop made by you, Pinkie Pie led the group to the special location. As you neared further and further into the outskirts of Canterlot, you began to wonder where she wanted to go so badly. Every time you'd ask, she'd say something about how it's a surprise.

By the third time you asked, you decided to just trust her. As you reached the top of a grassy hill not too far from Canterlot, the sun had begun to set, creating a warm glow in the sky.

"Here we are!" Pinkie exclaimed.

You blinked, looking around in confusion. There was nothing in sight except nature. "Pinkie, why are we—"

A gust of wind flew above you, making you look up in the sky. Were those the Wonderbolts? You stood, watching the little performance with the same interest as the day before. You were beginning to wonder if it was somepony's birthday and you were simply not told.

[shizuturnspages]

Can I request a traveling reader who is an atheist? Basically she doesn't believe in gods and doesn't like adsolute, reader is not a crazy fanatic and religious like the others, barbara, kujou Sara etc, yandere :dainsleif, Venti, furina, Zhongli, ei, kaeya, Childe, nahida

Unfamiliar Beliefs

Synopsis: In a world where gods roam freely, where statues stand tall and tales of divine power echo through every corner of Teyvat, you—an atheist traveller—felt like an anomaly. You had walked through the lands of Mondstadt, Liyue, Inazuma, Sumeru, and beyond, never once bowing to the gods that shaped the lives of so many. You believed in the tangible, the things you could touch, see, and experience. The idea of divine power seemed… so far-fetched to you, so foreign. But your journey was far from conventional. There was something about your stubbornness, your refusal to yield to the whims of gods, that drew others in. And the gods themselves? They found themselves intrigued by your indifference, your refusal to see them as anything more than ordinary beings. Pairings: [Separate] Yandere Dainsleif, Venti, Furina, Zhongli, Ei, Kaeya, Childe, Nahida x Atheist Traveller Reader

Dainsleif

Dainsleif first heard of you through whispers — not tales of devotion, but defiance. A foreign traveler, brilliant and composed, who treated the archons with cool politeness rather than the bowed heads others offered. You traversed domains without prayer. You tamed storms without offerings. You saved lives without invoking the names of Barbatos, Morax, or the Raiden Shogun. You belonged to no one, and Dainsleif felt it like a spear driven into the very fabric of Teyvat.

The first time he met you, you were patching up your coat outside a campfire. The wind howled, and he was certain you had no shrine nearby, no blessings in your back pocket. You turned when he approached, eyes narrowed not in fear, but evaluation. You weren’t a follower. You were untouched by worship.

“Dainsleif,” you greeted without awe. “Of Khaenri’ah, right? The man cursed by gods. Sounds like you and I might get along.”

His silence was loud. The feeling you stirred was louder.

Over time, he traveled beside you — not as your guardian, not as your guide, but as something undefined. He wanted to learn what shaped a person like you. What freed a soul from divine influence. But he soon realized it wasn't freedom that defined you — it was will. You did not lack belief. You simply chose yourself.

“I don’t hate the gods,” you told him once, eyes fixed on the stars. “I just don’t need them. Power doesn’t make something sacred. And worship doesn’t mean understanding.”

That statement lodged itself in his chest. A heresy to most. A truth to him.

And yet… as weeks turned into months, something in him began to churn.

He could not stand the thought of the Archons laying claim to you someday. Of Celestia tainting your name. He’d lost everything — his nation, his friends, his identity — to the gods. And here you were, a beacon of autonomy, walking straight into the same dangerous world without any protection except your own stubborn will. It drove him mad.

You noticed him watching you more often. His footsteps never left your side. His eyes lingered on your lips when you challenged scripture or laughed at stories of miracles. Once, in Liyue, he stood in front of a statue of the Seven and said nothing. But you saw his jaw clench when you walked past it without a glance.

“You really don’t fear them,” he said quietly, once. “Not even a little.”

You shrugged. “Why should I? I didn’t ask to be born beneath gods. I’ll die without them too.”

Dainsleif didn't respond. He couldn’t. The thought of you dying — fading into obscurity without a trace — no prayers, no temple, no worshippers… it haunted him.

No. That would not do.

So he began to record your stories. He wrote of your strength. Your travels. The way your eyes never flickered when faced with Archons or monsters. He preserved your voice in memory. Your footsteps in ink. Your ideals in whispers. But writing was not enough.

Because the world didn’t deserve you. Teyvat didn’t understand you. It would try to break you. Tame you. Claim you.

And Dainsleif would not allow that.

Venti

The bard of Mondstadt, carefree and eternally youthful, was the first to notice your lack of devotion. It was so refreshing, in a way—someone who didn’t look to him with blind reverence, who didn’t fawn over his every word. He found it amusing at first, a challenge even.

"Ah, my dear traveler," Venti said one night, a playful glint in his eyes as he strummed his lyre. "You really don’t believe in the gods, do you? No offerings, no prayers, nothing?"

You smirked at him, unphased. "No. I don’t believe in things I can’t see or touch. Gods are just… people with too much power."

Venti chuckled, sitting beside you under the stars. "That’s true. But do you know, darling, what it feels like to be worshipped? The devotion, the love?"

You gave him an incredulous look. "Worship? You really think I’m going to bow down to some drunk wind god who plays the lyre all day?"

His grin never faltered. "I could show you the joy of worship, of course. It’s not about blind devotion; it’s about connection. You’re not going to be free from it forever, you know."

You didn’t know whether to laugh or scowl at his words, but there was a part of you that felt his charm. Venti was different from the others, more playful, more tempting. Still, you didn’t budge from your belief—or lack of it.

But somehow, he always found a way to draw you in, to keep you near. His eyes glinted with something far more possessive than mere curiosity.

Furina

Furina’s sharp eyes caught your indifference to the gods early on. As the god of justice, she was used to unwavering faith from her followers, people who believed that her word was law, that her ideals were absolute. But you? You were the exception.

"I've heard you don't believe in gods," Furina said, her voice like a cool breeze. "You must have your reasons. But you should know, there is a cost to being so…" she paused, her eyes flicking over you like a predator sizing up its prey, "different. People in this world like to believe in things larger than themselves. What happens when your beliefs start to challenge the natural order of things?"

You met her gaze without flinching. "I’ve seen enough of this world to know that gods aren’t any different from humans. They’re just… powerful beings with too much influence."

Furina’s lips twitched. She liked that. It intrigued her.

"You speak with the fire of someone who’s been wronged, haven’t you? Someone who���s seen the darker side of the gods."

Your silence was all the answer she needed. Furina, intrigued by your rebellious nature, found herself drawn to you in a way she hadn’t anticipated. She would take this challenge, and she would make you bend, even if she had to rewrite the very fabric of your belief in the process.

Zhongli

Zhongli, the geo archon, had always been a patient man, his understanding of humanity and their beliefs as vast as the mountains. But you? You were an enigma to him.

"I see you don't believe in gods," he said one afternoon, his deep voice gentle. "You trust in the earth, in the things you can see and touch. But tell me, traveller—what happens when you stand before something you cannot explain?"

You were silent for a long time, gazing at the mountains that stretched out before you, as if pondering his question. "I suppose I’d look for another answer," you said finally. "I don’t need the gods to answer my questions. I’ll find my own way."

Zhongli's gaze softened, a rare tenderness in his eyes. He could respect that. He admired your resolve. But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t try to bring you to his side.

"You say that now," he murmured. "But even the most steadfast hearts can be broken, can be changed. Even those who walk without faith can be guided. I’ve seen it happen before."

He didn’t press the matter further, but his presence never wavered. He would be there when you faltered, when your beliefs began to crack. Zhongli had a way of making people believe—whether they wanted to or not.

Raiden Ei

As the electro archon, Ei was used to having her authority unquestioned. The people of Inazuma worshipped her, believed in her ideals. And yet, you—an outsider—came with your indifference to everything she stood for. It made her curious.

"Why do you reject the truth, traveller?" Ei asked one night as you stood together on a balcony, overlooking the city. Her voice was soft, but her words were heavy with meaning.

"I don’t reject it," you answered, your voice steady. "I just don’t believe in things I can’t see. And gods, to me, are just like anyone else. You’re all just… people."

Ei didn’t take offence to that. In fact, it made her more determined.

"Perhaps you will come to understand the truth in time," she said cryptically. "Inazuma, and I, will be here when you do."

She didn’t force you to believe, not immediately. But she watched you closely, waiting for that moment when your scepticism would turn to something else. She had eternity on her side, after all.

Kaeya

Kaeya’s smile was as smooth as ever, but there was something different when he realized you didn’t believe in the gods. You were someone who saw through his facades, someone who didn’t need to worship, to offer loyalty to some divine entity. It was refreshing—and it made him want you even more.

"Not a fan of the gods, huh?" he teased, his blue eyes glinting with amusement. "What is it about Teyvat that turns so many away from their faith? Surely you see the benefits of having a god on your side."

You shook your head, smiling a little. "I don’t need anyone to save me. I’m perfectly fine on my own."

Kaeya’s smile remained, but it was edged with something more dangerous. "You say that now. But you’re in Teyvat now. You’ll see. People like us? We don’t stay alone for long."

It was a playful challenge, but beneath it, there was a truth he was already planting in your mind. Kaeya always got what he wanted, and right now, he wanted you—entirely.

Childe

Childe was amused by your refusal to believe. He was so used to people bending to the will of the gods, so used to the worship and admiration that came with his power. But you? You didn’t bow. You didn’t care.

"You’re an interesting one, huh?" he chuckled, leaning in close as his blue eyes studied you with an intensity that made your skin crawl. "Most people are scared of the gods, even if they don't say it out loud. But you… you think you're above all that, huh?"

"I’m not above anything," you shot back. "I just don’t need gods to tell me how to live."

Childe grinned wickedly, his fingers brushing your cheek. "That’s what I like about you. You’re unpredictable. But you’ll come around. Everyone does, eventually."

He wasn’t asking for your faith. He didn’t need it. But Childe would make sure you belonged to him, one way or another.

Nahida

The god of wisdom had always been fascinated by humans and their beliefs. You, with your outright dismissal of the gods, intrigued her deeply. She didn’t judge you for it. She was curious.

"Do you not find it strange, traveller?" Nahida asked one day, her gaze soft but intense. "That you reject what everyone else accepts so easily? To believe in something greater than yourself... it’s natural for people. They want guidance, something to cling to."

"I don’t need guidance," you replied, your voice firm. "I’m my own person. I make my own choices."

Nahida smiled, a gentle but knowing smile. "I respect that. But even you must see that there’s a certain beauty in believing in something. It doesn’t have to be a god. But something that gives you purpose, that’s all."

You didn’t respond right away, and Nahida took that as a challenge. She’d find a way to make you see things her way, even if it took time. She had patience, and she had eternity.

[hihellomy]

Imagine God!Reader who symphathices with Furina and Nahida about them both having to be archons when they werent ready

Imagine God!Reader who created Teyvat as simply an ecosystem without human life at first

Imagine God!Reader who was excited for humans to roam and explore the earth till things started to escalate

Imagine God!Reader who was having a panic attack when the archon war happened because of how much death was happenning,how much peace got lost and they didnt know what to do

Imagine God!Reader who knows that the life the fatui harbingers have now doesnt make up for when they needed help, when they needed them,and yet still get so much love from them

Imagine God!Reader who has finally had enough when their daughter got taken away from them and took the traveler in as their vessel to reunite with her again

Imagine God!Reader who cried whenever they knew that the fights were finally over, because their finally able to repay them back for everything

Imagine God!Reader who was practically screaming at the top of their lugs about how great of an archon Nahida is when she was doubting herself, spiritually hugging her as Nahida felt...a strange but incredable warmth surround her

Imagine God!Reader who after coming to Teyvat kept praising Nahida for how great she rules Sumeru,asking if shes up for some tea with them and Paimon

Imagine God!Reader who was genuanlly considering beating down Celestia themselves after seeing how much pressure is put on Furina for the prophecy

Imagine God!Reader who started giving Furina tips on how to be a better leader from their own experience,besides some of the other ones were either a tyrant or are planning a war on Celestia. Oh, you didnt hear? Oh your not gonna believe what-

[bixels]

hiiii popping in to say i love your sunset so much,,,,, her post-redemption outfit please miss just ONE CHANCE anyways wanted to ask if sunset had a name before she was celestia's students or if its been lost to time

Lost to time.

[ethereal-moonglow]

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Legends untold by time, can you hear them now?

Matchup exchange with @imjustabeanie

Your match is Capitano/Thrain!

"Thrain" Your voice called out to the general. He turned his attention to you, his smile bright. "Yes? Do you need anything?" He asked as he moved closer. His coat trailed behind him as he moved closer. He only stopped once he was an arm's length away.

He felt his heart skip a beat when you smiled at him like that. You merely shook your head and offered him a flower crown. There goes his heart again. He laughed softly and bowed down, allowing you to put it on him. He then slowly looked up, looking straight at you. "We wish you luck in your battles. We await for your victorious return."

He adjusted the crown on his head before standing up straight. He took off his coat and placed it on her shoulder. "I shall return with everyone. So wait for us."

Love isn't just a fleeting moment. It wasn't something that can be lost to time. It won't fade as easily as one might think. Love had always been much more than that. It's beautiful and yet it can also kill the heart in an instant. Love was something Thrain always carried. The love of his people lies in his heart. Their souls cradled lovingly by his deteriorating body. It didn't matter to him how much it hurt. He just wanted his people to be close to him, to their home. Love had always been about his kingdom.

He thought he knew what love was until he met you again.

He thought he had lost you to time. He accepted the fact that he was the only living reminder of the fallen kingdom. But here you were, in Natlan, enjoying. He couldn't believe it. He always had hoped you survive like he did. He secretly wished for Celestia to spare you so he can hold you again.

When Khaenri'ah was still standing, he always remembered your smile. The way you always carried yourself with confidence. Everything drew him to you in some way. Your sarcastic personality drew him closer. He didn't admit it out loud. But he loves you.

He couldn't stop himself, he took off his helmet and went to you. He didn't care taht people can see his face. He didn't care if he was practically dying. All that mattered is that he gets to hold you, even if it is for the last time. "It's me," A whispered plea, for you to notice him, for you to remember. The desperation in his voice was clear as he held back everything to crush you in a hug.

His heartbeat was so fast he can hear it echo. He heald his breath as you turned to look at him. "Thrain?"

And that's all it took for him. He wrapped you in his arms, his coat enveloping you. "I love you" He whispered as he placed his head on yours. "I had loved you since before. And I love you still," He said as he tightened his embrace on you.

-; ｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈•ﾟ｡

Capitano loves you with all his heart. No matter how isolated you are, he'll always be there as your pillar of support. He doesn't care that you don't share everything to him. As long as he is able to help you, as long as he is able to comfort you? Its enough for him. Everything about you is captivating to him. Especially when you get annoyed at someone and get sarcastic? Oh he loves watching you be petty and standing up for yourself.

He is chill yet protective of you. He trust you fully and doesn't worry. He is pretty self-assured and he also knows that you have his heart. He knows you'll take care of it.

✎ "Darling, you have my heart. Do with it as you will. Do your worse but I'll always be here for my lover"

[ixiot-ghostrebel]

Sagau touched starved reader but you know got trauma so not comfortable with being touched. Like staring like a cat for affection but terrified of being hugged back or things like that

You got it, Anon! Though, I will warn you a little: I'm not going to go too deep into detail with the trauma stuff. It'll be very brief.

Touch Starved! Reader Wanting Hugs From Zhongli, Diluc, and Al-Haitham...With A Twist.

Zhongli

The moment he realizes that you are touched-starved, this old man isn't exactly sure what to do. After all, you got some extreme PTSD going on after the whole "imposter-creator" fiasco.

He does try to approach it as a topic, but since you're weary of (quite literally) everyone and find suspicion in every action, you kind of catch on to his intentions. And Zhongli notices this, but he's still going to take it slow.

"I assure you, Your Grace, I will not push your boundaries lest you are uncomfortable." He's sincere and means every word. To him, this is like signing a contract. He's the God of Contracts, so this is especially important to him. What he says is solid as stone—his dedication to prove that is clear as day.

This man is also very keen—he sees how you look like a touch-starved cat when you want affection, but are too scared to approach and ask. It kind of breaks him, but he doesn't show it because he wants to prove that he's not helping out of pity, but understanding.

In the end, Zhongli will probably be able to be near you, and get in a few (with consent) head peats that you are very well aware of. It's going to take time for you to warm up to him before this guy gets to hug you.

Diluc

This guy probably understands your intense cat-staring the most. He sometimes feels like that after his father passed. He's very unsure and awkward of what to do, if I'm being honest.

After a little while, of course, Diluc feels like he should place the offer out. He feels too awkward and guilty for just noticing you like this and not doing anything about it.

"Your Grace...I hope I'm not crossing any boundaries, but please know that I am willing to offer you any assistance you need." It's only later does he realize you wanted hugs and were too scared to ask for it.

Yeah...he's not exactly that open with his emotions either, so it will definitely be awkward, but he is willing to give it a few tries. Diluc will also be the first to pull back and apologize if he realizes you are in any discomfort.

To say it took a while is only putting it in the simplest form.

Alhaitham

Oho...if you though Diluc was awkward, consider this man. He's more "thinking machine that feels" than like his roommate ("feeling machine that thinks"), so he definitely does not understand the "social cue" that is your cat-stare.

He has done research (aka read books way back in the days and remembered the contents) and understands the mental turmoil you've gone through, so he has gone through the steps of trying to get out of your way, and also try and link you to a therapist. This, of course, kind of fails.

"Your Grace...please get some therapy. It's beneficial for your mental health." Quite literally might drag Tighnari or someone else into this if he can't convince you. This is quite literally out of his expertise.

The entire "I want a hug" cue flies completely over his head, and had it not been for Kaveh (and/or Nahida), he probably wouldn't have realized his mistake.

...Yes, it took what felt like 3 eternities just for him to try and give you affection. Must I say anything else?

Ghost Rebel Side Notes: AND HERE WE ARE! Anon, I am so sorry for taking 30 years to do this, but I have finished it! Boy, I was so tired and stressed these days, but I'm kinda glad I finished this!

For anyone waiting for The Lost Shining God of Celestia Pt. 2, please have some patience—I currently do not have much motivation to work on that series. Instead, feel free to dump requests in my mailbox!

Also—feel free to dump any HSR requests into my mailbox! I want to give them a try :)

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[ihavewaytoomanyideasrambling]

MLP + EG Explaining:The School of Friendship was built during a longer timeskip than what one may believe

Since I still see people wonder how was the School of Friendship built in such a short period of time, I decided to make this analysis to explain how it wasn't exactly like that. The "Equestria Girls" series will also be used as reference.

Season 8 opens with this scene that's meant to recap the events of the movie and give some form of closure to others (Tempest's fate).

And judging by how the dialogue is played here,we can assume this is taking place right after the movie is over.

The scene ends with this shot after Twilight announces her idea to open a school where they can teach friendship before it cuts to the intro.

After the intro is over,the scene opens with Twilight and Spike at Celestia's school from Canterlot. And Celestia introduces Twilight to EEA.

Twilight Sparkle:Okay,Spike,looks like we have a presentation to make.

Even with Twilight's tendency to overthink stuff,this couldn't have taken longer than a few days to get done before going to the EEA council.

Twilight Sparkle:Then please,join us for Friends and Family Day. It'll be the perfect time to see our progress!

Now,this is not something you say when you invite someone to come to a place that doesn't exist,which means the school was already standing before this moment happened.

The remaining question is WHEN was the School of Friendship built,and the answer is that a long period of time got cut out during the intro.

Now we'll head to "Equestria Girls" to support that statement.

The "Spring Breakdown" special also makes references to the movie (Storm's staff). Which is used to solve the problem of the episode.

But there are also two details that make this special chronologically fit in the narrative before the events of season 8.

1. The School of Friendship doesn't exist by the time Sunset,Sci-Twi,and human Rainbow Dash arrive in Ponyville.

2. Spike still has no wings.

He is supposed to get them in the 11th episode of season 8,"Molt Down".

The next one isn't that relevant but I think it's still worth mentioning.

In the "Sunset's Backstage Pass" special,Sunset is trapped in a time loop and seeks help from Princess Twilight.

Twilight Sparkle:Sunset,I've been doing some research,and it looks like you've found another long lost Equestrian artifact.

This moment is important because it confirms that Twilight had the time she needed to do any research on the situation.

Twilight rarely does stuff not related to the school once she has it. And even when she does appear in an episode not focused on it,the school may still get a mention ("Best Gift Ever","Rainbow Roadtrip").

Now one may argue that Equestria Girls was never canon to Friendship is Magic,which is still a pretty valid opinion to have if you ask me. But still...even if FIM can exist on its own,Equestria Girls cannot logically exist without the main series unless there are some MAJOR adjustments being made (because it's been always tied to it since the very beginning).

And whether you want to believe the winter season in "Best Gift Ever" and the final EG shorts that make up "Holidays Unwrapped" is one and the same it's also up for interpretation.

That's all for now. Hope you found this helpful.

[justaghostingon]

In which the Tsarista wants Friends And Furina is the Unfortunate Target

A silly genshin au

So i was thinking, u know how every archon has nothing but respect for Furnia?

What if the Tsarista did too? After all, the tsarista wants to defy the heavens, ancthe only person to get away with that and live (that we know of) is Furina.

And its so hard to find archons to hang out with. She’s still not talking to Venti. Morax has to many shady contracts with celestia, Nahida is a child by archon standards, Ei scares her, and frankly the less said about Murata the better.

So when word gets to her through whatever highspeed knowledge that the archons a seem to have about what Focolors and Furina did, she instantly wants to bring her in as an ally.

But alas! Arrlecino has made an absolutely terrible impression on Furina! So much so that Furina refused to meet her without othwr parties present!

This is a huge failure!

She proceeds to tell Arrlecino that while she’s not in trouble, as she did bring back the gnosis, couldn’t she have been a little nicer?

Just look at Childe! He managed to make a good impression on Morax, and he didn’t even realize it was Morax he was hanging out with!

They still get drinks somwtimes!

If Childe can befriend a god by accident, surely Arrlecino could at least mend bridges with Furina? Furina would be sooo useful after all.

Arrlecino, who has jetted off after getting the gnosis with a sick Childe and most certainly doesn’t have connection to whatever instant gossip communication that the Tsarista has, is very confused

She’s still under the impression that Furina was a cursed human, archon impersonator, and all around waste of space.

Now her boss and archon she respects is passive agressively trying to get her to introduce her to Furina and mad she’s not in her good books?

WHY????

Her general attitude is to point agressively at Furina eating her cake and going “This is the ONE u want? THIS one?”

Tsarista, sighing dramatically, “She’s perfect”

But Arrlecino is a harbringer, and what her archon wants, goes. So she goes back to fontain and tries to arrange a meetinf with Furina

This is of course, completely rejected, and accompanied by a sternly worded letter from Neuvillette saying that Furina is retired and not to bother her anymore.

Arrlecino tries to just go directly to Furina, but is chased away by some very agressive melusines. Arrlecino didn’t even know Melusines could be agressive

At this point, Arrlecino is getting annoyed. Did all their personal meetings mean nothing to Furina? She spent so much time and money on her favorite cakes!

Sure she tried to kill her, but that was one time! She should be over it by now!

But she hasn’t lost her head yet. It’s tiem to use her trump card. The magic siblings!

Lyney is a bit dubious on their new mission: “make nice to furina at all costs.” After all, their last two interactions with with her were Furina putting lyney on trial, and lyney and the gang putting her on trial. Not exactly easy to bounce back from.

But orders are orders, so they give it a shot.

They start with trying to ask Furina for help on stage management, give her invitations to their shows, etc.

Shared interests are important after all.

Bur Furina is not biting. She’s not good at magic she points out, so she won’t be much help to them and their better off seeking others to aid them.

She does go to their performance, but spends the entire time sandwiched between Navia and Clorinde. When lyney and lynette try to approach her, navia drags them into conversation instead as Clorinde escorts Furina out.

So that’s a no go.

Lynette then decides to take the more direct route, of breaking into Furina’s apartment to reach her. This goes understandably terribly, as Furina does not take well to a cloaked figure standing over her bed, saying “the Tsarista wants to talk to you”

She sends her water familiars to chase lynette away.

At this point Furina is getting very paranoid and the magic siblings are at the end of their rope. They break out their last hope: Freminet.

Sure he’s not the most social, but he’s by far the most adorable (in the twins opinion) and definitely nonthreatening.

Freminet’s turn goes as thus: Furina is sitting on a bench with her water familiars playing around her

Freminet sits next to her on the bench with Pers. He doesn’t look at Furina, instead staring at his feet.

Pers goes over to the water familiars and they start playing together. Furina and Freminet watch

Finally Freminet blurts out. “The Tsarista thinks your cool and wants to be your friend.”

Furina is startled, then switches into celebrity mode. Freminet doesn’t seem to mean any harm, but she doesn’t want to agree. So she sets an impossible task. She informs Freminet that she is a very popular person and if the tsarista wants to see her, she must come in person to Fontaine instead of sending minions.

Freminet nods and thanks her, saying he’ll pass on the message. He tells her Pers had a good time, and Furina smiles, certain that she’s handled the situation perfectly.

Exactly one week later, there’s a knock on her door. Furina opens it to see thr Tsarista dressed like a tourist with a bag of luggage. She informs Furina they are having a “girls” week.

Next thing Furina knows she and thr tsarista are sitting at a super fancy cake shop where the tsarista is piling Furina with all her favorite cakes with a beaming smile on her face.

As she resigns herself to her fate of lots of cake and spa activites with Tevats number one most controversial archon. Furina realizes she now knows where the Fatui get their crazy from

The end

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

I don't know if is okay to send question, but i'm curious about something...

Does the Tsaritsa is at reader side? Like, Tsaritsa, not the fatui.

She knows about reader, but can't do nothing to help them, so she slowly would get rid of the fatui.

Like with Lovecraft and Dottore, like, she knew Dottore would go insane, and still let him go to get rid of him.

You know what i mean?

She is get rid of the "bad" fatuis

Unfortunately, Tsaritsa is on Fake Creator's side.

Fake Creator destroyed Celestia, and there is no need for Tsaritsa's rebellion. Before Fake Creator arrived, Tsaritsa expected, that her rebellion will be bloody.

Tsaritsa is grateful for that. She is as loyal to Fake Creator as she can be.

Tsaritsa was the one, who captured Reader. She was the reason for a week full of torture Reader have to go through.

And Tsaritsa is looking for Reader to appear again. She feels guilty because of Reader's disappearance during execution.

Tsaritsa is mad. She has lost two Harbingers (Dottore has lost his mind, Capitano is missing), and Reader wasn't re-captured.

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A little oneshot about Reader's capture.

Self-Aware! Ivan Goncharov x GN! Reader

Warning: OOC. English is my second language. Mentions of drugs and drugging.

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Ivan never called himself a genus. Yet, he was quite observant.

And he noticed, that you have gained a fear of tea parties.

Before you "went missing", you always joined kids during tea time. Sometimes, you managed to rope other adults into having tea with you and kids.

But, after you've returned, you started avoiding tea parties at all cost.

And, if you agreed to join... You act very strange.

You were sniffing your tea, refused to look away from your cup and plate. Moreover, you take cookies, candies and sandwiches only when you were sure, that others ate them.

Ivan didn't like, what he saw. You hardly spoke about your experience in Teyvat, and Capitano, who was still hold captive, didn't know everything about your "misadventures" in Teyvat.

Ivan was brewing cocoa. A different beverage, a different food.

He hopped, it will help you ease down and answer his questions.

******

You sat between Fyodor and Nikolai, sipping your cocoa. There were a few plates with tartlets on the table. All tartlets have different fillings. Ivan overdid himself.

You took a generous bite from the cheese and spinach tartlet, savoring the flavor.

"Delicious..." spoke you. You were slowly gaining back your feeling of self-worth and stopped always whispering.

Ivan looked at you with a kind smile.

"I am glad, that you liked it, [Y/N]."

You ate the rest of your tartlet, when Ivan spoke again.

"[Y/N], can I ask you something? You can stay silent, if you want to. Why have you become so afraid of a tea parties?"

You froze. One of the most unpleasant memories sank its teeth into your mind. You licked your lips and forced yourself to speak.

"Tsaritsa..."

_______

You silently sat on the opposite side from Tsaritsa, drinking tea she offered you. Cryo Archon found you in a cave, where you were hiding from Snezhnaya people. You feel happy, for the first time in the last three days. Ever since you left Fontaine, your life was in constant danger. You almost died a few times during your stay in Natlan. And, while the boat trip from Natlan to Snezhnaya went surprisingly well (you really liked one of the islands, where you spent a night), Shezhnaya was as unfriendly and dangerous as the rest of Teyvat.

And, finally, you found some help. Tsaritsa, the Cryo Archon herself, offered to protect you.

You drank your tea and took another cookie from the plate. You felt sleepy. Your eyelids became heavy. Your mind became foggy.

'why... Tsaritsa wasn't eating or drinking...'

The last thing you have remembered, before loosing consciousness, was Tsaritsa's evil grin.

____

"I woke up in a dungeon... That's how "That week" have started..." You were nested against Nikolai's chest, sitting on his lap, covered with his overcoat. Nikolai squeeze you, while discussing something with Fyodor, Ivan and Alexander. Four of them were speaking very quietly in Russian (or both Russian and Ukrainian in Nikolai's case).

You sighed. BSD Cast were discussing a potential punishment for Teyvat nations in the last few days. You were still hesitant. You don't think you were worth the effort in being avenged.

But, for BSD Cast, you were worth it. And, for Ivan, it was worth to learn more about some... Illegal substances. So he knew what to add to Cryo Archon's tea.

______

Tag list: @withered-blossoms , @myluckymoon @cocodrilofeliz @c4xcocoa @vvyeislazzy

[lolishdes]

❝He Loves me not❞ || Diluc x Reader

✧A/N: NOW THIS IS A HEAVY ONE BABES, I wanted to try something different since I mostly write lovey dovey or smutty stuff. This time I wanted to try making something more on the angsty side. Read the warnings first before proceeding !

Oh! Also, this is part of a Diluc Series I'm cooking up 👀, they are all one shots tho, none of them connect to one another. So expect more Diluc stuff from me !

✧Warning/s: Toxic Marriage, Cheating, Argument gone physical, Smut

✧Synopsis: In a modern AU wherein Diluc and you have an arranged marriage  and though at first you don't have high hopes of this union, you still gave it a chance… oh how regretful you are for such a choice.

✧Word Count: 2.9k words

Minors kindly don't interact!

He was never yours to begin with. From the moment you saw the way he looked at her…you knew you had already lost. 

It was your engagement party and you have invited all of your loved ones to celebrate. Both Diluc and you are currently busy attending and chatting with the guests. Everyone kept complimenting you on how much you're practically glowing that night, that it must be good karma considering how good your life has been going so far. And you couldn't agree more, everything seems so right…so perfect. 

Despite how transactional your engagement with Diluc was, this man has somehow crept into your heart. He was quite intimidating at first yet somehow you knew there was a hint of softness in him. His face would hold indifference yet his touch was warm and gentle. And for that you do not regret saying yes to meeting him. 

You excuse yourself from the group of guests and want to see your soon to be husband. You couldn't seem to find him from the sea of people..strange considering that his red hair always makes him stand out. By the corner you see Rosaria and Kaeya enjoying some drinks and snacks while they converse with one another. You approach them to ask Kaeya where his brother could be.

“Hey Kae, have you seen Diluc anywhere? I can't seem to find him?” Kaeya quirks his eyebrow and puts the wine glass down his lips. “I believe he went that way, by the garden. I saw him going there with Jean.” Jean? Who in Celestia was Jean? Probably one of his relatives you thought. You thanked Kaeya and exited the banquet hall. 

The garden was a little wide but it was easy enough to find your way. You ended up a little deeper into the garden and started hearing faint voices, one of which you could recognize. You don't know why, but your gut feeling told you to keep your mouth shut and approach them quietly. As you approached nearer you peaked at the two people that were hiding behind some grass walls. 

Your heart sank at the sight.

Diluc had one of his arms wrapped around the woman's waist and his other hand found itself on her cheek, tenderly caressing her. His eyes…it's as if he was worshiping the very ground she walked in. And the woman…Jean, looked back at him with the same affections as she smiled at him warmly.

You retreat back to hiding behind the grass walls, yet not leaving just yet. “You're here.” Diluc spoke gently, a hint of joy in his tone. Jean gave a gentle laugh. “Yes I am, in the flesh. and I intend to stay here a little longer.” Although you cannot see what they are doing, you are most definitely sure they just share a kiss after that. Your whole body starts to shake and your eyes are getting blurry from the tears that are threatening to fall down. In that moment you can't seem to speak nor move, you felt powerless, alone and…vulnerable. 

You felt betrayed and yet did nothing about it…months later you were then wed. 

…He didn't even call your name during the wedding night. You know damn well that as he was thrusting himself inside you and kissing you passionately on the lips it wasn't you on his mind…it was her. Those sweet pet names he was giving you? That's all for her. And still you pretended as if you knew nothing of his crimes. As you both reached your climax tears were falling down your eyes. But these weren't because of pure bliss, but it was due to your husband calling out another woman's name silently under his breath while still burried inside you. 

“Oh Jean..”

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Fixing yourself in front of your vanity, you applied some gloss on your lips before giving it a pop to really apply the product evenly. You were almost completely dressed up for the party and were satisfied with how you looked in front of the mirror. You gave a satisfied nod to yourself before grabbing the clutch on your bed and heading to the door.

You grabbed your pair of black heels that were inside the shoe cabinet and  bent a bit to wear them ,behind you you could hear footsteps. “And where do you think you're going at this time and hour?” You didn't have to turn around to know who spoke.

“Just going to a birthday celebration, remember my friend Yelan? It's her 29th birthday.” “And where is this party located exactly?” You finished buckling the straps on your heels and stood up properly. “Just at her home, we wanted some space for ourselves and she's going to bring out her best alcohol.” You answered every question he had, but your tone sounded as if you didn't have any time for him. That irritated the red head a bit.

You turn around to face your husband, he was still in his work clothes, The sleeves of his button up were folded up and a few buttons were undone, and his red hair was down. His arms were crossed and he had his default resting bitch face. “Will be home by 10pm, don't worry I won't be drinking too much.” really though, It was unnecessary to tell him all this. In the end he doesn't care where you go, who you go with, or even what time you'll arrive home. It's always been that way. 

He stopped loving you the day she entered back into his life.

“I’ll be heading off now, don't overwork.” 

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Driving slowly before coming to a full stop as you arrived at Yelans house. Her house was gorgeous, very modern and yet simplistic, just the way she likes it. You parked your car just outside her house and went for the entrance to ring her doorbell. Yelan shouted “Coming!” from a distance before rushing to open the door for you. “Ah here you are, just in time.” She gave you a quick hug before welcoming her to her home.

Thing is, no one was inside the house other than you and Yelan. She just wanted a simple birthday with her best friend, throwing some grand birthday wasn't really her thing to begin with. And you're more than happy to entertain her. “Gods glad you came! And here I thought I would celebrate this precious day all alone.” She jokingly said as we walked to her mini bar. 

You hopped on to a seat as Yelan went behind the counter to make some drinks. “We both know I would definitely be coming today. It's your birthday after all! Besides, there's not much to do in that house anyways. As much as possible I’d like to get out when given the opportunity.” You rested your cheek on your palm.

Yelan gives a worried look before sighing. “Is he still hooked on…her?” She pushes a drink towards me. I scoffed and took a sip. “Yeah, he is.” Yelan rolled her eyes at that before leaving the counter and sitting beside you. “He left a few weeks ago, saying it was for business purposes…But after his trip I cleaned his bag for his laundry and found some dirty panties in one of the pockets. And obviously this isn't some souvenir he got in some stall.” You took a swing of your drink and finished the whole glass. Yelan sees this and a concerned look is on her face. You wiped any excess alcohol on the corner of your lips and continued.

“The bastard is getting sloppy.” A grim look was on your face as you're telling Yelan all this. Yelan looks at you, dead serious in the eyes. “Y/N, we both know you deserve better than this.” You look at your best friend with somber eyes. "I know, but I just—" "Ah ah stop talking for a moment." Yelan interrupts.

"I know you love him...but don't you think perhaps it's time to face the fact that Diluc doesn't love you? Because if he did, the moment he saw that woman at your engagement party he would be running straight at you, showing to everyone and to her especially that he was already spoken for."

You grip on the glass tighter. Perhaps it's not love that's keeping you in this marriage. Sure you used to love him...but all that love went down the drain the night of your honeymoon. Maybe it's guilt, guilt at the very fact that you allowed for things to get this bad. That when you had the opportunity to stop this torture sooner— you just didn't.

And now that you're married to him, you thought that you might as well finish what you've started...even though it hurts.

“...Thanks Yelan, you're really helping me through this." You gave her a quick hug. "Well anyways enough about my fucked up life, lets talk about you, yeah?” Yelan wiggled her index finger in front of you. “Oh no no no don't you dare change the subject. I'm all ears right now.” 

“What? No! It's your birthday for celestia's sake, I'm not spending your precious day complaining about my marriage!” Yelan places her hand on top of yours. “My dear, I love nothing more than shit talking, so…” She grabs her drink and raises it in front of me. 

“Drink up.”

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Time seems to be flying fast as you hadn't realized it was already late at night. Not only that but you drank way past your limit, it would be dangerous to be out and about on the road, so Yelan insisted you'd stay for the night. Not having much of a choice you flopped on the bed and immediately dozed off to sleep.  By the time you woke up it was already 8 in the morning, you groaned as you stretched and sat up from the bed, rays of sunlight finding their way past the curtains. 

You feel the hangover settle in, fortunately it's not that unbearable. You walked down the stairs and to the kitchen there you found breakfast was already made for you and a sticky note just near it. 

‘Gonna go out for a run! Here's some breakfast and a pain reliever, if it's really unbearable don't hesitate to stay a little longer ;D’

- Yelan 

You chuckled reading this before eating the breakfast infront of you. After doing so you freshened up a bit in the bathroom and cleaned up the room you just stayed in. You don't want to be inconsiderate and leave any traces of mess, especially since you're just a guest. After doing everything necessary you locked the door behind you and went to your car. You just remembered you promised Diluc that you'd be home by 10…Ah whatever, he doesn't give a damn anyways. You're even sure that by now he's still rested nicely in his bed. 

While on the road you reflect back to what Yelan said...she's right. That night could have been different, instead of heading back home earlier to cry myself to sleep, I could've celebrated my engagement party to the fullest. Nothing but smiles and joy, with Diluc beside me...proud to be called husband and wife soon...

But that's all a fairy tail. Such delusions are far from the truth and as you reach closer to home you know exactly what you have to do.

Driving back home there wasn't any traffic on sight. Though, considering that it's a Sunday morning, most people are still in their beds resting. 

After parking your car inside the garage you made your way inside your home. You threw your clutch on the couch and made your way to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. But waiting there was your husband as he was eyeing you dangerously. “What happened to being at home at 10?” He takes a sip of his coffee and looks straight at you.

You're in disbelief at his attitude, why should he even give a damn about where you've been. You divert your eyes to one of the cabinets to get a glass. “Yeah about that, I got a little too carried away with the drinks. I couldn't drive properly so I stayed there at Yelans for the night.” You poured yourself a glass of water while still avoiding eye contact. Diluc doesn't seem to like this. “Can you please look at me while talking?” 

You let out a frustrated inhale and just finished your glass of water to just leave, this morning you seem to have little to no patience for Diluc. You start to walk off but Diluc gets up from his chair and follows behind you. “Hey what's going on? Talk to me!” You continue to walk up the stairs ignoring your husband. He grabs your arm and stops you before you could enter the bedroom. “What the hell is your problem? Why aren't you answering me–!” “YOU ARE THE DAMN PROBLEM ‘LUC!”

You finally blew up. After months, even years of holding it in, you finally blew up on his face. You rip your arm off from his grip. “Don't you dare pretend you don't know. Because I know we both fucking know what’s wrong.” Only the sound of heavy breathing can be heard, both of you stood there silently as you spoke in almost a whisper. 

“I can't do this anymore, Luc. It fucking hurts and I can’t stand seeing your selfish lying face–!” “Then why?” Diluc interjects, he looks at you coldly. “Then why did you stay? Why didn't you say anything? If it hurts so fucking much then why did you let all of this happen–!” “Dont you fucking DARE make me the villain here, Ragnvindr!” 

You point a finger towards Diluc, there was no more holding back at this point. “I have foolishly led myself to believe that I might even have a sliver of chance in your heart, but it's clear now that you're only thinking about that whore of a woman!”

“DON’T YOU DARE CALL HER THAT” “WELL AM I FUCKING WRONG? THAT'S WHAT SHE IS IN OUR MARRIAGE, RIGHT? JUST SOME DIRTY SECRET YOU HIDE.” Diluc’s hand suddenly wraps around your throat, pinning you to the wall. His grip is merciless while his eyes only bore rage. He wants to be fucking angry well two can play that game.

“Ohh what's wrong? I thought we were talking this out. Did I hit a nerve?~” You were mocking him, an almost maniac smile was on your face as you're laughing at him. His attempts to shield his woman were ridiculous, he's going so low to the point of physically hurting you. Both of your eyes never left one another, as if challenging the other to look away, but neither of you faltered.

Your grin at him, enjoying the very fact that this time the roles were reversed, this time he was the one who was agitated. 

"I'm done playing pretend, so why don't you do the same." Despite how hard it was to speak, you still had some bite in you.

A vein could practically pop from Dilucs head from how angry he is, he looks at you with pure hatred– as if you are the most vile thing he has ever seen. He inches closer at you, doing his best to intimidate you more. Both of you could practically feel each other's breath– it’s hot and heavy. There were no words being exchanged yet Diluc’s eyes somehow found themselves down to your lips, they were red and plump.

You were about to agitate him a little more when suddenly his lips crashed onto yours harshly. Without thinking you accepted the kiss, his hand was still on your throat but you wouldn't have his hand in any other place. His free hand wandered down to your ass and gave it a firm squeeze, pulling you closer to him. 

–––––––––

Clothes were scattered all over the floor, hands were wandering and groping everywhere. There were no signs of stopping or slowing down. At one point you found yourself on top of Diluc, straddling him and taking control instead. “Nice view, is this what she saw 2 weeks ago, hm?” You mock him, his hands are then on your hips as he forces you to push yourself deeper into him. “Shut your mouth and just keep moving.” You only go faster and deeper, Diluc groans beneath you.

While riding him you're playing with yourself to help you reach your climax faster. Diluc watches the view before him, and as much as he wants to deny it but you look fucking hot right now. All angry yet horny at the same time. 

You comb some hair out of your face and look down at Diluc, you can see that he's close, but so were you. As you quicken your pace  you grab a hold of his face and force him to look at you “When you fucking cum I want you to scream my name, for once in your damn life call out the name of the woman that made you feel good.”

Diluc scoffs at this, “In your fucking dreams.” You hum in disappointment and slow down your pace. “If you don't, then I'm leaving you here with your cock still hard.” The red head groaned at this and grips on his hips a little tighter. “Fuck– fine fine!” You smile down at him. “That's better~” Quickening your pace, both of you continue to moan and pant out in pleasure, removing every single edge and hatred from 2 hours ago. 

“Oh god I’m close!” Your thrusts are getting sloppier by the second, desperate for that release. On the other hand Diluc is panting beneath you as he looks at how you're taking him in so well. “Y/N I’m close too– Shit!” You grip onto his bare shoulders as you're about to cum. “Oh god I’m coming !” Shutting your eyes as you release, Diluc gives a strong thrust upwards as he releases his load inside of you. 

–––––––––

It was already 3 in the morning as you got up from the bed. Diluc was still fast asleep, but this was the perfect moment to start packing up your necessary things and head out to the door. You’ll file for a divorce later, but for now… 

You look down at the red head as he is sleeping peacefully. You remove the ring off your finger, the ring that felt so heavy and ingrained into your skin. You can finally lift that weight. 

You head to the bathroom and get ready to leave. 

Alternative Ending

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[yuyan]

To my darling

A/n: Merry Christmas and have a happy new year! I hope you enjoy it @pavo-ocell-me! This was a very fun event that I loved taking part in @2023gisecretsanta

Pairing: Lyney x gn!reader

Tags: Pure fluff! Modern au, implied school/college setting, penpals, pre-established relationship, reader is learning French, where reader lives doesn't have snow, one curse word just one ^^

"Take intermediate French they said. You'll be fine they said," you muttered to no one in particular as you read the Google translation over and over again. "My French teacher is going to kill me."

You rubbed your eyes, peeking out of makeshift pillow your arms made. Standing tall at the front of the class with a booming voice was your French teacher. She held a small, clear glass jar with folded bits of paper inside in one hand while placing a stack of letters on her lectern with her other.

"Speaking with natives is an excellent and necessary way to develop your language skills (unlike this soon to be 30 minute speech) so due to the cancellation of the exchange program for this year and the long dragged on meeting, we have decided to give you all pen pals!" she announced. Her arms held a wide stance, awaiting for something you were unaware of.

Some whispers and small squeals echoed through the lecture hall. Others groaned and put their head on the desk, waiting for celestia, perhaps even an archon to take them. You did neither.

"I wish I could turn back time," you sighed. After contemplating for an hour whether your teacher would ever find out that you used Google translate to write half your letter or not, you started handwriting it on a stack of fancy paper you really shouldn't have been able to afford. "Shell never know. It's not like he can tell her anyways."

As you dragged your pen along the piece of paper, you remembered the speech about how necessary this was, the small piece of paper you pulled out of the bag and the letter that came with it. With a small smile playing on your lips, you signed off and stuck the small paper that read "lyney" just below your name with a paper rainbow rose you made yourself. It had its imperfections but it's similarity to the fresh ones he sent you left you content.

"Oh my god why did he reply so fast?" you asked yourself. Not even 3 days later and you received another letter from lyney. You traced the grooves of the red wax seal made you shiver. He wouldn't ever know you used google translate right? With pursed lips, you opened it. Perfume immediately muddled your senses as you opened up the envelope. Your peers hadn't even sent their first letter, let alone receive their second.

As you skimmed over the letter, you took down some notes like where he's from–which was so uncessary–what he likes to do and some of his contact details. You hummed, giving yourself imaginary pats on the back for reading a whole three sentences before typing the other two paragraphs into Google translate. You really needed to switch classes, desperately.

It was only then you spotted that a sentence in french came out the same in the translation. "You really shouldn't be using Google translate for these letters," written at the very bottom. Well fuck.

"You are friends with your penpal? Well that's lovely (name)," your French teacher clapped with bright sparkles in her eyes. It blinded you for a second and you had to look away before you lost the ability to see forever.

Instagram

(potato_name):lyney sent a reel.

(potato_name):lyney sent a picture.

(potato_name):lyney sent you a mes...

I didn't use Google translate for this one. Are you proud of me? You wrote at the bottom before slipping the letter into its envelope and sealing it with the new wax stamp set you bought recently.

You rushed back home. You winced at the clatter of your laptop in your bag hitting the floor, deciding it was a problem for future you. Ripping open the envelope and skimming through the letter, you read at the very bottom 'I am proud of anything you do, mon Cheri."

A smile broke out onto your lips as you neatly kept it away in a small box your mother got you from Fontaine when you were little. The small box was made of white marble with gold outlining its edges and gathering in a few swirls in the middle where the golden clasp rested.

The Sun shone brightly despite it being the middle of December. Rays of Sunlight squeezed through your closed curtains and you wondered if it was snowing in Fontaine right now. Did Lyney like playing in the snow?

Letters became less and less frequent as your peers lost motivation in writing long drawn out of paragraphs with nothing but small talk. A year and a half had passed yet your teacher held a strong morale despite the head of languages not enforcing this penpals program anymore. Even they must have gotten tired of the back and forth.

A few days until Christmas holidays. Opening your phone, you checked to see if lyney had texted you anything. Nothing...

Your eyes kept glossing over your texts from Friday 11am. Its been a week. Pictures of him and his two siblings who added you back on Instagram. Even Lynette had texted you today, showing some new tea she bought from inazuma last week.

Lynette

My brother has been writing non-stop for the past few days. Are you guys still doing the penpals thing?

You

No, maybe he is writing to someone else?

Your stomach dropped as you reread your message. "Writing to someone else...I need fresh air." You took your phone and wallet and headed out the door.

"Where are you going?" your roomate called out but you were already heading to the lift. You ran your fingers through your hair, pushing it out of your face with a sigh. It shouldn't matter. It shouldn't matter but this is the fifth time you've checked your phone this morning and its been a week with only a read tag.

"I seriously need to ban myself from my phone."

Lynette

Oh...nevermind. I'll ask him then.

Sent Friday 10 : 39am

"The christmas carnival was so much funner this year," your friend said, laughing. Then one hiccup escaped from her mouth. And then another one. Until you and your other friend bursted out laughing. "Not funny!"

"Yeah yeah. I still can't believe (Name) won that plushie from that shooting stall," your other friend said. He tossed another chip in his mouth, after finally calming down from his laughter.

"I'm surprised too. Those games are typically so rigged, I mean did you see the look on the owner's face though?" you said.

Holding up the little classic brown teddy bear, you admired it at all angles. Its red bow had a little bell hanging from the centre, jingling as you walked.

Its silly smile matched yours and then you noticed it. The small teddy's bowtie resembled the one Lyney wore in one of the pictures he sent. And the small envelope the size of your palm that the teddy held was a real one made of paper.

"(Name)? Whats wrong?"

"Nothing! I just realised my parents wanted me back at 10 and well its 11 so I have to go," you said with a bright smile, "Bye!"

"You live in a dorm though?" your friend countered, "(Name)!" But you were already walking out of the festival gates.

Picking out the small envelope, you brushed your thumb over the grooves of the wax seal. The same wax seal that you used for the last letter you sent. Did he really get the same stamp?

A mini rainbow rose fell out. The vibrant colours provided a stark contrast to the humid summer night. One letter. Five words. I love you, Mon cheri.

Your eyes widened and you nearly dropped the letter, fumbling with it for a bit. Taking in the cool nighttime breeze, you looked up only to see the person you hadn't talk to in a week standing only a few metres away from you.

Lyney held a bouquet of vibrant rainbow roses in one hand and the other behind his back.

"How are you..?" You took as step back, your gaze falling to the floor then back up at him again.

"I told you I'm a magician in one of my letters didn't I?" Lyney started, "I would appear anywhere if it was to be with you."

[shizuturnspages]

Part 2 was wonderful to read. What do the Yandere think or see about child reader Khaenri'ah'? Do they see her as a duty of care or as a rebellious daughter/granddaughter or sister?

The Bonds of Obsession

Synopsis: A child of Khaenri’ah. The last remnant of a nation erased from history. You were alone in a world that saw you as an anomaly. To them, you were many things. A responsibility. A defiance. A reminder. A child. And yet, the way they claimed you, it was anything but normal. Pairings: [Separate] Yandere Dainsleif, Pierro, Kaeya, Albedo, Capitano x Khaenri'ahn Child

Dainsleif – The Reluctant Protector

"You should not exist, and yet… here you are."

Dainsleif tried to deny his attachment to you.

To him, you were a reminder of his failures. Of Khaenri’ah’s fall.

He told himself that protecting you was nothing but a duty. A necessity.

But the way he hovered whenever you got injured. The way he lingered when you slept, watching over you like a silent guardian. The way his voice softened whenever he scolded you—

He wasn’t fooling anyone.

Especially not you.

Because no matter how much he tried to distance himself, the moment someone threatened you—

Dainsleif became a monster.

Pierro – The Grandfather of a Forgotten Nation

"A child of Khaenri’ah must never be weak."

Pierro saw you as Khaenri’ah’s last ember.

You were defiant. Wild. Untamed.

And he let you be.

Because the fire in your eyes, the rage in your heart—it reminded him of home.

He never scolded you like Capitano. Never tried to shape you into a soldier.

Instead, he spoke to you as if you were an equal.

As if you could somehow understand the weight of the past he carried.

And when you inevitably broke down, when the loneliness became too much—

He would hold you, just this once, whispering, “Khaenri’ah lives through you.”

And that?

That was enough.

Kaeya – The Brother You Never Asked For

"You remind me of someone. Someone I lost a long time ago."

Kaeya was the most infuriating.

He treated you not as a duty, not as an obligation—

But as a little sibling.

He teased you. Ruffled your hair. Smirked whenever you got angry at him.

But beneath his playful façade, there was something else.

A desperate need to protect.

Because Kaeya had already lost a family.

And he refused to lose another.

Even if it meant lying to keep you safe. Even if it meant keeping you close—

Even if it meant never letting you go.

Albedo – The Scientist Who Saw a Daughter

"You are an anomaly… but I find myself unable to treat you as one."

To Albedo, you were a mystery.

A child of Khaenri’ah, untainted by Celestia’s curse. A contradiction.

At first, he observed you like an experiment. Analyzed every word, every movement—trying to understand what made you different.

But then, something shifted.

He began to worry when you didn’t eat.

He began to soften when you reached for his hand.

And when you called his name��not as Albedo the alchemist, but as Albedo the only family you had left—

He realized.

You weren’t just an anomaly.

You were his.

And he would burn the world before letting anyone take you away.

Capitano – The Tyrant Guardian

"A soldier does not need love. They need discipline."

Capitano never called himself your father.

But the way he handled you, the way he corrected your disobedience, the way he trained you—

It was unmistakably paternal.

He saw you as a soldier in the making. A Khaenri’ahn child should not be weak. Should not be soft.

But you were not a soldier.

You were a child full of rage, grief, and unrelenting rebellion.

And that?

That, he understood.

You could hate him. You could fight him.

But you would always obey him.

Because he was all you had left.

[gallantys]

Hi! First, English isn't my native language, please let me know about any grammar mistake. Second, this is supposed to be a Gn!reader, but I'm used of writing male!reader stuff, so please don't consider any pronoun if not gender neutral ones. This is only a... test- let's see how it will go and maybe I will keep writing it.

Sky of Lies

huh... these mortals...how adorable

Aren't you angry about this?

As long they keep up with the heavenly principles, why would I?

People of Fontaine was overjoyed to have the creator choosing their nation to reside in, the creator was different than expected. They seems tired, yet he still somewhat kind

Creator was definelly a quiet person, not really giving attention to any of their acolytes, they assumed they were tired and still weak for waking up of their slumb. Obsessed over a "key" that no one ever heard about, schoolers and adventures all around the whole Teyvat, mostly Akademiya's tried to discover about this mysterious key. Nahida even tried to look about it at Irmsul, while she could see that it existed, she couldn't see clearly what it was about. She could only see flashes of the creator in a place that looks like Celestia, the blurry image of them look at her direction, as if they can see her even if it happen thousands years ago... then Irmsul reject her power.

When the creator knew about it, they got frustrated cursing Celestia through their breath and rudely saying to Nahida to leave.

When the traveler finally see the creator, they were at Neuvillette's office as Creator was again asking if they had any progress about the investigation. Aether can't brush off the unsetting feeling, Paimon was strangely quiet, Aether and the Creator look at each other, Creator's eyes widens slightly..

Creator: Traveler! Finally! Have you possible heard of the key?

Paimon: Paimon don't remember seeing about it in our adventures

Creator: Maybe before it?

Paimon: Hm.. but Traveler dont remember nothing before he found Paimon, oh oh! and his sister too! Paimon wonders how this key looks like, your grace?

Creator: I dont know for sure, when i fell in my slumber, Celestia took it away and changed it. Im not sure anymore

Aether's expression was serious, yet he kept quiet... Paimon was answering for him. Neuvillette frowns was not noticeable... strange... Traveler was only silent when he was being used as a vessel for fhe Creator... but why would Aether be silent while talking to the Creator themselves... Paimon was different too, but Neuvillette couldnt point exactly what or why.

Neuvillette: Your grace, people all around Teyvat are searching. I'm sure we soon will be able to give what you search for.

Paimon: Why do you need this... "key" creator?

They keep silent for some seconds then finally answer:

To restore what was long lost...