#geishin impact x reader

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I'm not nuts, okay?! (lyney x fem!reader)

Ok guys, this is my first time doing this...i mean, i always wanted to write a FanFiction but i didn't have the courage to do so😅

Sooo...i hope you guys aren't too harsh with me and to everyone that actually has written before, thanks guys! Everyone in general that likes to explore the world of FanFics, you guys are awesome and lets all have the brainrots together!!

Warning: this work is going to contain violence, spoilers of Fontaine Archon's Quest (If you did It, then you know what violence I'm talking about), gramatical mistakes (i tried my best to polish It, but english isn't my First language and i don't have a beta reader) and not intentional gaslighting.

Basically, you are the woman that is target at the twins show, but It a plot Twist.

Sumary: being an heiress is a lot more diffucult when you are being target by a murder with a thing for kidnnaping girls trouthg the years and everyone thinks you're nuts for trying to warn people. Ungrateful b*****.

Part 1.

(Just one last warning, in this isn't going to contain any romance yet, but reader does notice the twins and think They are charming. Just the next we are going to actually get close to that, thats why slow burn...Sorry guys)

This nighmare all started as you were returning from the vallies outside the city at night, clear skies and the stars keeping you company after a whole day of painting in the wild. Living a lavishe life of a classic Fountaine dream, being a heiress that could dedicate herself ALL day to what she wanted without having to think about working and enjoying each second of the day to yours whims- theres this day that you passed every minute possible in the Opera Epiclise just listening to opera!

You didn’t think It was necessary for someone to protect you- big mistake, now you recognize it.-, so for you it was simply a calming walk after a productive day, feeling the breeze in your hair. You didn’t need the money, but you always found entertaining to see people’s reactions to them, so selling a few to admirers always filled you with proudness.

The light’s of the city were tinkling and normally you would feel relaxed, but somewhere in your gut -deep inside your gut-, was a feeling of dread, anticipation that forced you to look at each window you passed in chance of seeing in their reflections If there was someone behind you. To calm the goosebumbs in your body, you started humming a little lullaby of your childhood, but It was for naughty, your eyes kept looking for something in the shadows and each hair of your body was standing.

When the almost silent click clack of shoes reached your ears from the alley in your right, you had just enough time to use the painting as a shield for your face -your spine tingling in fear. A big SPLASH sound echoing in your ears, before you force the painting in the face of your assaulter, beating them with It. They scream, a screech of a terrified soul.

You were just trying to be brave! You swear by the Archon!

But the second your wet painting touched the figure, they melted! Falling in the floor as water with just their clothes left behind.

After this you don’t remember much, somehow you got home when you woke from your trance, sneaky rays of daylight getting through the curtains to blind your eyes, your troath sore, cold sweat long dried in your whole body and your hands tied to the headboard. By the time you finally got your bearings, you discorvered you were branded crazy for going around screaming of an attempt murder, of melting people and that being related to the disappearance of girls through the years. Since, you know, night, girl, alone...you were a girl alone at night...It made sense, but still! People called you crazy, that the situation caused you so much stress you hallucinated of melting people, of fighting your assaulter with a painting that never existed!

That was just the start, for much as you try to tell, no one believes you! You entered in contact with a blond lady from an organization, Spina de rose or something, and as kind as she was ,you saw in her eyes, the pitying look...the pitying look for the artsy heiress that fell from grace as every newspaper liked to call you now.

But still, she was the only one that gave you the time of day. Even your mother has long given up in ‘entertaining’ you, now just trying to keep you in the house and calm.

Time passed, months had gone by, your story long forgotten by the whispers of the public. Still, your assaulter ...he died? If he did, How was that you still felt eyes following you?!

Blondie, Navia as she tried to tell you to call her -in your Head, she was blondie, it was easier to think of her for her strongest feature. -, were your only friend now, she didn’t let you investigate with her and her bodyguards since you were considered in a fragile state of mind... If you bite your tongue more, you would cut It off using only your teeth.

Blondie, angel on earth, insisted you should accompany her to a Magic show, living a bit of your old life, where you weren’t a crazy, fragile and traumatized girl. Opera Epiclise in its full glory in front of you, your body accessorized and clothed like old times instead of your ‘depressed’ style, as your mother dubbed them, your mother to your right and your friend to your left. If your mother wasn’t clenching your hand and you weren’t carrying an umbrella matched with a raincoat and a towel in your neck on top of your beautiful outfit, everything would seem like it was before.

The show is splendid! And the magicians! Both of them were so beautiful, you wish you could have met them earlier just so your old carefree self could try and make friends with them, maybe just to get to paint them while you...were still someone you were proud of being.

Ok...maybe, you are more interrested in their voices and beauty than what They are saying, but you swear its the artist in you talking....no, your cheeks aren’t blushing!

By the time the second trick starts, a shining light falls upon you, lyney’s melodic and cheerful voice asks you to participate, in entering a box and appearing out in a completelly new one, and It gets you feeling so happy that you wasn’t felt in so long- its been too long really.- , you don’t have to think, you jump from your sit, ready, more ready to a new experience than ever before. Your mother pulls your arm, mumbles for you to sit, maybe she’s angry or afraid for you, however when Navia gives an excited little laugh before gently taking hold of her wrist and talking to her in a low and kind voice- you can’t even hear them through the beating of your heart, rushing in excitment.-, she lets you go.

Entering the box, you look around.

The...dark, the dark and the cheering, remembers you of your early days in house arrest. The neighbors talking, endless talks with journalists, laughting and judging you!

You sigh, maybe being called crazy is affecting your mind more than you thought and the dark bring unfortune memories of melting people, when no longer a pair of brilliant twins, magic tricks, your mother warm hand on your hand and blondie’s surprises giggles that she tries so hard to hide to keep her reputation of a badass woman is there to keep your mind in peace. You pull the raincoat hood up and the towel on top of it, you don’t wish to feel fear, but...It calms your head, like a lucky charm.

The box trembles, you have to put your gloved hands in the walls to keep your balance,”What in the Archons name IS happening?” , you mutter and between numbers being chanted a silent Pop sound catches your attention before the damned SPLASH. Your towel! The raincoat! COMPLETELLY WET!

YOU KNEW! THE EYES THAT FOLLOWED YOU WEREN’T PART OF YOUR IMAGINATION! THEY HAVE THE GUTS TO TRY AND MELT YOU AGAIN! WHAT WERE YOU?! A PRIZED FISH OR HUNT THAT THEY WANT TO PUT IN THE WALL?!

An anger bloom in your heart, If these people took you for a coward then its finally time to put all the resent you felt for being branded crazy for months to work. Work in your fists, kicks and bites, you aren’t going to Go down without a fight!

The door open to a masked guy, big jester smile, to be met with your fist. The man shouts, be in surprise or pain you don’t have any fs to give, seeing an opening you put both your hands in the borders of the door and give ALL your juice into a powerful kick to his chest.

Your heart beats like a wild beast, you feel like one!

With the sound of chanting numbers and blood rushing in your ears the orchestra of this ‘act’ feels perfect, if the murderer thought this was gonna be your end then he’s in for a surprise!

You are fast to jump out off the box, still he recovers from your attack Just as quicklly and comes for you. You duck and use your shoulder to push him, he seems more ready as he also gives you a punch to the nape for your troubles. It throbs and you sure starts to see things with less clarity, from pain or your eyes tearing up a bit from your brain being treated like a rubber ball are a mystery to you.

He is stronger than you, but not as fast It seems, using your already lowered position you pull the dirtiest, most unlady like attack in the book and delivery a punch in between his legs. Not before he gives you more bruises to your back and head, tearing your towel away from you with some strands of your hair also being forced out, even with the protection of the raincoat.

He falls to the floor, his hands clenched in your clothes, or being specific, in your raincoat that you begrudgingly takes off to run away to the other side of the corridor. He shouts for you to stop, you don’t look back to know If he is already standing, you don’t care and your muscles pull in a way the haven’t in months, they burn so much you don’t know If you can take more out off you to fight.

Your hands start to tremble as well as your legs, your body is succumbing to fear or exhaustation, still you push yourself to climb the hand stair you find in the other side of the room. A hand clamps down your ankle and try to make you fall, even If your balance is disturbed you give a involuntary kick to the wall, your feet hurt like the Archon herself in bestowing a punishing upon you, but It seems that the same could be said for the guy’s fingers that were caught in between your ankle and the wall.

The stairs lead you to a small and dark room, you don’t give a second look before throwing the door open and in the time you have to give two steps away a lot of things happen. You don’t see, but the public gasps and applauds, fireworks starts going off, a hand shoots after you from the dark box and a freaking barril of glass filled with water starts descending upon it.

In a second, all its done, you are throw in the floor as if you were bowing in your knees to the audience, your body is numb but you know your back must be black and blue, your vision is ... You don’t know, but you can’t see right. With a blinding light focusing on you and the deafening silence, you give everyone a shaky smile and say “I was right”.

With various screams resounding in the theater, you rest your head in the floor. Is It water in it? Maybe there are still a piece of your old version in you, for now you feel like taking a nap.

You are so tired...

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Fufufu~

That's It for now, i mainly wrote for myself, but i still wanted to share.

I'm New to Tumblr and It makes me feel like an old granny that doesn't know How to work with the internet, so...i'm being one now. I decided!

Take your treats, dears, and drink water!

Granny loves y'all, you fanfics readers.😘

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Can't a ghost have some peace?

...and mora wouldn't be bad either...

Soooooo...guys, granny was occupied with her exams this week and my freak out time also took some time off of my schedule, this mean: to the people who is somewhat interested in the lyneyxreader "I'm not nuts, okay?!", most of the second chapter is in the work, but its still not complete. That work will probably only be 3 chapters long.

Anyway, no one cares about this old granny that doesn't know how to work the internet quites right yet, lets just focus in my new brainrot!

Guys, do you remember Hu tao's quest?? The ghost boy and Hu tao's insistence in helping the passing, *cof**cof* such as chasing Qiqi *cof**cof*

So, you, my sweet summer child, reader, is a ghost!

The afterlife isn't that exciting, you dare say, you die and you keep having the same apparence, same place, same everything, EVEN same job! C'mon! You thought death was supposed to be about resting!

But nooooo!

You literally die from working way too much in the family hotel, get a silent funeral where your crazy uncle buries your old shell in the garden just for your soul to be unnerved enough by It to make you return. Seriously, you just wanted something a little more beautiful than just freaking dirt to lay for eternity, but still, he justifies that your body was meant to bring the earth back to it's glorious days with blooming flowers.

Anyway, with no more employees other than your deceased self and your employer, uncle Yan, running the place was simply a mess, alone in the path between Liyue to Sumeru with just travelers to keep human company for you two. You always thought this Bull crap of only employing family was dumb, the only thing keeping...that kept you, when alive, was the heck of a guilt trip your parents forced down your throat, hypocrites! Both of them, leaving you here while going on to explore Teyvat. "Adventurous hearts", They said, couldn't keep them locked down, but your poor uncle! How would he keep your great great great parents bussiness running If he was alone?!

Your uncle was fine, the second you reappeared in a ghostly form trying to get him scared enough to change your burial ground he simply sipped his tea, said you should change and eat your supper before before It gets cold, after that, to hurry to bed because, as he put It, "the early worm gets be safe from the bird". And there! Back to work.

It took you some time, but slowly you learnt how to keep your shape stable and still be able to interact with solid objects, even If everything was the same, being a completelly new being without a solid form to keep your soul grounded and in its shape was hard! Many doesn't know, but the soul is like a mollusc seeking for a home, its composition being maleable in such a way It shapes itself to the body that houses it, but, after losing its recipient, time also eats away the form It was holding previuosly and learning how to still be...you took you some valuable time.

Anyhow, everything happened, let bygone be bygones, hada hada hada, you wake to the rising sun, work and...stare in space or wander around the place as the sun set, till the Sun wakes to greet you once again. Though the 'not needing sleep' thing let you pick up and try multiple hobbies, flowers were finally blooming in the garden with the help of your ghostly hands and the books about gardening your uncle buys from some merchands that pass by, you perfected your abilities with bakering and started to try new recipes the casual guest speaks about here and there, you are trying to learn your uncle's way with tales but still, It seems theater is not in your genes. That dramatic man probably took ALL of It from the whole family in the gene pool.

So see, you are a pretty laid back and chill ghost, is almost as If you never died in the first place, so can that freaking child leave you alone?! Brunette, teenager, obsessed with passing, keep giving the guests creepy advices and trying to tie you up to force you to go be burried. You feel like you became way to good with the impression of a kind of solid body.

"Don't be to hasle, director, If they get too upset we will have another burnt day." - uncle's playful voice reaches your ears.

Multiple groans follows after, together with Yan's resounding laughter. Before...

"What's a burnt day?" - a child like voice echos in your ears, you bet this little pal didn't wish to sound like they are screeching, still...

"It's when the director pisses the lad so much, They burn each and every meal They make! Please! I will only stay for a week, i can't keep eating just burnt food, miss!" - pleads one of your guests.

"They need to find rest! Thats the cycle of li-", the annoying teen is cut off by a higher screech of the kid.

"THEY BURN ALL OF THEM?! THAT'S SUCH A WASTE!!"

Taking that as enough of a warning about the incoming usual ping pong discussion of 'let me bury you' and ' no's' you share with the brunette, you sneak away to the garden....what?

You hide away, walking to the farthest that is still inside the premises of the hotel so you won't listen to the girl's resoning once again in repeat, a place distant enough so your form will flicker and leave you looking like a shadow, but not enough to force It back to your resting body. It always gives you whiplash.

You sit by a tree, gazing the distance, head empty or so you wish to be, the pounding in It is so unfair, you don't even have a real head! And yet, your confusing feelings are quite too much for a soul to remember how to induce a headache.

Your irritation with the endless motivational talks about resting peacefully in death, with not being able to get there, with your uncle's calmness with this infernal situation, with your parents who left you and don't even know their guilt trip lead you to your demise, with your stupid broken self preservation and, on the other hand, after all the rage passes, you can only feel numb and frustrated. You sigh, trying to let all out in an exale of air, leave all the feelings in the place that haunts your spirit. Kinda of ironic If you do say so.

You look towards your burial ground, at least is as beautiful as you once...is that....is that blond girl...no, no, everyone gets warned about not...SHE FREAKING IS! SHE'S FREAKING TAKING YOUR FLOWERS! YOUR GODDAMNED BODY FLOWERS!

"HEY! HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" - You almost fall with how fast you jump up and run towards her, How dare she?! Your soul can't rest and now even your rotting shell has to be disturbed?! Nuh huh!

"You...you can interact with me? Is...this a cutscene?" - she whisper to herself.

You don't even get to have a sad, poetic moment for 5 minutes and now what? Is SHE confused about being a ghost?

"OF COURSE I CAN! LEAVE MY FLOWERS ALONE!"

"But...but i need to Farm...."

"...What?"

"I-i mean-", she coughs lightly as if she was simply trying to win some time to remember what she was saying, "-how...Hello, my name is Lumine.", she puts her hands in her waist, posing as a hero.

"....and?"

She looks at you like you were the weird one, "alright,see you later", she smiles and turn to continue picking the flowers, RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOUR STUNNED FACE! How can someone be so shamelles?!

"See you now, miss!", you step on her scarf, her beautiful, glowing scarf! If she wasn't picking your body eating flowers you would be on your knees pleading for forgiveness for dirting such gorgeous thing. She gags as her troath is struck by the scarf. "Don't pick on my body!"

She turns, annoyed, "Look who is talking?!"

"don't come with that on me! I'm not the one that's literally taking someone else's death tribute!"

"Who's death are you talking?!"

"Me! You are stepping in my FREAKING body! Taking my flowers! That i myself had to give for me!"

"wait, what?"

"i get It, no one fucking cares about my end other then what i should do now that i passed! But guess what?! I'm tired of working and working and working just to waste away, for what?! just want to rest in a beautiful place, ok?! Don't i deserve to pretend that someone cares for me at least?!", you huff, even without a troath you feel a horrible pain in your vocal chords, "i just.... can't i have some semblance of...being important?"

She looked, truly looked at you, not as just some nobody trying to catch her attention. Blank face, still her eyes held an understanding you haven't seen in a long while, she gently placed the flowers in her hands back. "You are the ghost."

"...If you try and spill that Bull crap about peace and leaving this earth, then pack it, i don't wanna hear It."

"you can't leave", she says as If realising a big secret.

You look at her, sighing before sitting beside It.

She is hesitant before sitting by you, looking at the flowers. "... that's How you died?"

"Working to the bone? Yeah, and look where It got me...."

"fighting a girl about flowers?" - she jests, almost silent.

You huff a laughter, "yeah, i guess."

You two share the silent for some time and thats How your friendship with Lumine starts. Maybe, afterlife can be exciting after all.

Thats It!

Guys, i simply LOVE the twins, i'm simply in love with them both! Lumine is such a princess and Aether is such a cutie!

Anyway, granny is a little bland i think, hehehe.

Geishin fanfic lovers, If you reach this point, know my little secret...

Granny loves y'all!!!

Drink water and don't forget to eat, lets forever share the brainrots together ;)

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Death's annoyer. (GN reader)

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Summary: you are death, there is no easy way to describe your nature, your entire existence revolves around the passing of the living and making sure it gets done. Sure, when you get bored or in one of your merciful moods, you slack a little and a life gets some more time to kill before...you end It, no, don't make that joke....or for them to get help and no, you were also not talking about the QiQi incident, what are zombies?

It's a lonesome...life? But it's calm and you like It well enough, now, If that f*cking Outlander just stopped with his magical reviving fried eggs your work would be way easier.

Pairing: (SLIGHTLY ) Aether x reader

(Is more of a self discovery trip that was inspired by rage and curiosity Aether causes you, but you're also dense to the fact people don't Go around calling strangers handsome Knight for s*its and giggles.)

Warnings: violence ( burns, broken bones are aluded, poping ears) and death are discussed in this oneshot.

Spoilers: for Mondstadt, Liyue Archons Quest.

Soooo.....Have you guys heard CG5 music, "DEATH"? Is about DreamWorks newest concept of death incarnate of a Wolf in the new pussy in bots movie, that I know everyone knows, because ,god, so many thirst and shipping. Which, I absolutely love even If I don't exactly get It, I just like to see everyone having fun in their fandoms. 😅

You are a reaper and this is just basically you slowly losing your mind with the reviving mechanics of geishin. You are chill in the start and is slowly going down the unhinged hill, because this is my mood now so gather around for my TED talk.

*cof* *cof*....

Local reaper goes human mode and touches grass.

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DAY 1.

Dvalin was poisoned, a pity, such majestic beast commanded like a plaything in a weird game of power. You undestand the -what was her title again? - outlander stuck in your home, Khaenri'ah was...a loaded time, EVEN for you and you were death in its purest form! Your whole thing was guiding the living in the best way possible and still, If you used any form other than being a thing of raw energy to do the reaping ,your stomachs would roll in itself.

However, you didn't play a part, life does its thing and you do yours, If They brought powerful beings into existence and they decide to end others, your job were comforting the...losing side. The little guy, and - If karma works. - reap the power in the root when They no longer play their part in life's game, the cycle that always end with you. Hey! You didn't always got to laugh and irony would always get a chuckle out of you, for how much life's spectacle confuses you and you prefer to avoid It, They could construct clever plot twists.

DAY 30.

Another Outlander.

Twin to that princess - you finally caught on how she calls herself! -, and just as full of surprises of all other outlanders, seriously! Can't Teyvat get a nice and chill visitor just enjoying some vacation?

This one seems more benevolent, at least, fitting the role of hero perfectly: shine and long hair, soft spoken yet fierce and ready to jump into action when needed, dashing even If he's marked by lasting scars, he even got the companion who kept his things for him! Still, his sister was also like that at the start.... though her companion has way bigger and...rugged looking than his fairy like child/eons old kid.

He was helping Dvalin in the end and that was enough for you, you always had a soft spot for that big softie, its enourmous heart made of meat, but could fool anyone into thinking It was gold instead. If They could look past the humongous part of his... everything, especially the teeth and and claws. Such protective dragon, It saddened you to see him being played like a fiddle and be turned against the very thing It wanted so desperately to protect - that was an irony in itself, one that didn't make you laugh.

DAY 40.

Okay, what the f*ck?!

Blondie was sent flying down in Dvalin's den, you are sure! You Saw!

It was kinda dumb, poor thing had been thrown like a ragdool to the thousand winds to devour and sure, you were kinda of slacking again, but! You could justify It!

Such lovely fight!

Like a scene out off a children's book when the knight and their friends are losing but win in the last second with the power of friendship! You know, without the dying part.

Just! No one seemed to notice the flying blond Guy going straight to his end! Not even a teeny tiny twitch or a shout of "NO!" like every other dramatic death you reaped, no no no no ... Red, overworked, fairy and drunkard didn't need to, because blondie just...POP!

BACK INTO EXISTENCE! COMPLETE FINE INSTEAD OF TURNING PANCAKE SHAPE. WTF!?!

HOW?!

DAY 45.

It was been five days, five days of following blond hero, supposed to be dead blond hero. Being sincere, you were luck to be able to hold a shadow form, that existed purely of energy, because It would be creepy as Celestia for any other form you could copy to insistenly follow them, no matter how mesmorizing "honorary Knight" could be...or How against the law of everything you are he could bend, f*uck!

Eyes in the game!

Did he have some hidden power? Some odd, ancient, powerful item??

You hope to Celestia and back It was just a one time thing...

Well, he was still in Mondstadt, you had some more time to spare for this topic, right?

....right?

50 DAYS.

Okay! Okay... Everything was going way to fast!

Princess and hero fighting against each other, twins of opposing sides, could It be a ying and yang thing? With a mystery of who is who!

The hero was extremely quiet, emitting a sadness not even your untangible form could not feel too, but f*uck this! He is going to Liyue and you still haven't discovered which thing he uses to avoid you!

A hilichurl go a little crazy with a shield and takes him to a lovely yet extremely painful little walk? Thats Fine! He can eat an egg and everything is fine!

A teammate of his is burnt off by an abyssmal mage? EGG!

A slime pushes him a little too far while he is too close to the far end of a cliff? He can use his paraglide, but If he isn't fast enough, WHO CARES?! IT'S NOT LIKE HE CAN DIE! HE EATS A F*CKING EGG!

Maybe...maybe It was the egg?

60 DAYS.

You've been following him and his companion, not blinking, not resting, not breathing nor looking away, a shadow shadowing a hero like his on shadow. Wow, too many shadows being thrown around, BUT, while boring, you finally have seen.

He didn't seen to choose a especific bird, any seemed to do the job just fine as long as It laid eggs, still, you follow and keep a sharp eye for the most robust and lively bird he picks from. The one you don't feel the pull yet, solely a child of life enjoying the ripe of Its youth, and absolutely ready to lay equally lively children, that...ok, you just needed to test! One egg would be enough! It could keep its offspring after you solved this mystery.

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Time has come, he picked the eggs of a beautiful and lovely dove, big and chubby and ,most important, healthy.

After reflecting for a long time while following the hero, you've decided to pick It for adoption, carry It as your own little companion If you will! And you would also pick your human form so you may care for It to the best of your abilities.

After waiting till the hero crossed Liyue's borders, under your watchful gaze, till he's just a blonde faraway point, you turn. Your shadows slowly form a body, human, something that resembles life and still, resounding an aurea that stinks of death. Fragile, extremely fragile body, which you so forgetful forgot.

Cries, pleads and shouts fills your ears, images of the ill, the hurt and the desperate fills your eyes, your skin feels every tear and stab and bruise of those waiting for you. Everything it's too much!

The dead screams!

Pleads for time and the end of It, begs for the clock to stop and rush at the same time, for another chance of life, but for the mercy to let the pain end. "DAYS! Too many days!" - They screech.

Your ears pop, the pain so great your knees tremble and bend, your stomach spasms and, EVEN as empty as It is at the moment, you vomit. Burning sensation rises up your throat, a cought tries to open passage for air for your lungs and It causes you to choke in spit and the acid of your gut. Everything, EVERYTHING ,hurts, just like all the souls you left hanging while in your obssessive Quest for the truth and with just a painful ringing to keep you company,you faint.

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65 DAYS.

Sooo....you came to the conclusion that holding an obssession wasn't ideal, thus you decided your shadow form should be kept away for now. It's been too long, too long since you used any other "Alive" shape, you obviously didn't notice How long with how powerful and distant from life's essence It were.

Which brings you to your current problem, it's been so long since you were really interested in anything and the moment something caught your eyes...you forgot about the souls that rely on you. They considered luck to be left alone for some moments, time to work on things before passing for real, but soon the pain of a spirit losing itself came for them...and you were the reason

Forget It, you could rely in your human body, be in touch with life's creations and do your f*cking job right! Even If It was overwhelmed easily and got hungry, tired and dirty fast.

Also...catching the dove was harder than you thought.

What? You could be responsible...and you felt kinda lonely not having the omnipotence of your previuosly form...

80 DAYS.

TIM! Your big Dove's name! ❤️

It took some days, but you finally got It to warm up to you! Sure, making Tim move here and there to keep up with your work and the journey of the hero wasn't easy, It didn't like much, but you give It everything It wants to make It comfortable. You even dressed for the winter so your skin won't touch theirs, not corrupting its life.

That also made a Celestia of an experiment, who knew the human body could faint because of the heat? And that Liyue's heat is a nighmare?

But It is also cool diving in the ocean, It is fun hiking in the rocks, It is delicious to taste the cuisine and experience the freshness from drinking the juices of different fruits, it's awesome letting the less bitter souls give you bits of advice about places and things you should do because They had loved to do when the could and actually getting to do It! Overall, passing as a human isn't going that bad... Though the weather could be a little kinder.

90 DAYS.

Tim is taking its sweet time to lay another egg, it's kinda boring, but you mean...Liyue had a false body fall from the sky and the fatui were getting a little too comfortable with going around killing people these days in the region, everyone was freaking out, so It may have stressed It. You also didn't make It any easier by observing Tim like a hawk, poor thing must think you want to eat it.

....Ooops.

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It made you kinda anxious, but Tim needs its privacy to do its things and you aren't feeling the pull for It yet, so you decide its safe to let It be while you go fetch a soul in Huaguang Stone Forest. Beautiful place, its a pity it's so diffucult to reach any of Its peaks in a human body, still work calls and you can't exactly afford to let them waiting for long, so your obssession turned journey of discovered has to have some exceptions of when you can enter in touch with your powers. Although...

Your body dissolves in energy, losing the human form and gently making its bones into some type of jelly before bending them, slowly organs reform, hair puffies before fusing in sections to gain new color and designs, making Itself into feathers, your eyesight expands and languidly, oh so calmly, you aren't a human, but a hawk. Its techinically a loophole in the rules you set for your trip, keeping a corporal body that's also in touch with life's creations while being way faster than going by human feet.

Oohhhh, you are so smart!

You shake your new body, ruffling your wings to see how big the were and to get the feeling of It, you haven't flew in so long using wings! You fling yourself to the sky to get altitude, higher and higher, the wind blows and the rays of moonlight that passes the clouds shines like the purest of silver in this cloudy night.

When you almost reach the clouds, you drop.

It feels exciting! The closest thing you think you can compare to what humans call being alive - and you actually got to meet with life and feel their energy!

With a sharp and loud screech, you start your way to Huaguang Stone Forest for real.

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It took some time - and what beautiful time It took, such marvelous sights! -, but you reach your goal and roll to the ground when you land, your newly body doing the closest sound It can to a snicker even If the sound isn't actually hawk like. Your laugh echos in a weird melody of species with the goop sound your organs and bones do as They shift, rearrange.

After many minutes go by, a human lay where the strange hawk stod, gasping in laughter with an undoubtedly humane tone. Maybe with some snorts close to that of a pig, but human like altogether in the end.

You left your winter clothes behind, Tim had been sleeping in them and you haven't had the need to touch It so you didn't feel the need to bring with you...also, a hawk can't exactly fly with clothes hanging in its body - not human clothes, at least.

So...stolen clothes would do!

You slowly stand up, the grass your naked skin touched losing its vibrance, yet It is still alive, having the shell of meat in human form do work in keeping you aura at bay. Even If It still has influence in weaker beings or strong ones, If for exposure in prolonged time. You hope you won't have to engage in combat for clothes...

As If nature Itself heard you, multiple bodies appear in your path. Knocked out, you aren't that tone deaf to steal from the dead...at least, not while they are still around, but from life?! Ooohhhh!! It's fair game! If you don't leave them naked, humans don't like naked for what your experience has to say...

You walk around the sleeping, It feels like shopping! Maybe you should invest in a pouch for the shine rocks or golden coins humans use for trade to keep with you, maybe you ...sho-should you leave something for what you take? Is this some type of shopping?

Hugh....humans and their social rules! Why do they have so many?!

... whatever, picking the fatui's coat that appealed more to you, you focus on following the stench of the dead. Which...is a strangely convenient coincidence that the trail of knocked out people also lead to the same way.

Is your new child a fighter?! This trip was getting more and more entertaining by the second! Can they tell their tales to you??

Maybe They liked to travel! Seeing Liyue trouthg the eyes of a human was nothing like experiencing trouthg an overpowered shadow form, you couldn't wait to see other regions! But your trip kept you close to the blond who seemed to atract problems, so you had to settle in Liyue and tales by mouth to mouth would have to suffice for now.

With a spring in your step, you jump fatui and treasure hoarders alike, all in the arms of sleep trouthg a good beating. Maybe your child is a wanderer. Maybe They were in a rough patch in their life and turned to the treasure hoarders. Maybe They were vigilantes!

Countless 'maybe's fly trouthg your head, many 'what if's forming would be scenarios. Which would have made you pass your goal If not for angry screams resounding the hollow trees, a smile form in your lips, "peek a boo, I found you" you whisper gently.

Your steps don't make any sound, and in teory It would be 'whatever', as young humans put It, but the back that greeted you were very much alive and talking to a not so much alive ghost. A ghost who is starting to look very angry, very fast.

"no ~ no ~ no!!! ~ This is unfair!! ~ I'm the adventurer!"

"Not so much anymore, hehe, but you can still explore the afterlife!" - the girl(?), long pigtails individual, said amiably. Twisting and turning a red, fiery looking polearm this and that way in a distracted manner.

"do you think you're funny?! ~ do you think you're better because you could take that low lifes dow?!"

"Maybe a little bit" - pigtails say with a shrug, which wow! That lithe and small person could cause a havoc! And either They are obvious or have some guts in them!

Your child is looking more and more furious by the second! Red smoke distorcing the figure their soul is trying hold, closest It can to their previous shell. One day and a half isn't enough to let them completely lose It, but still...at least you now know their anger seems to be the thing keeping them stuck at the mortal plane.

"i Will show you funny ~"

The second They shift, you jump from behind the trees. That phrase is never a good sign...

"Wait, wait, come back, my child!" - you extend your arms to the fading spirit, yet its all in vain as they don't even acknowledge you.

Which isn't the case to pigtails...

"Oh! Hello, there stranger!" - pigtails cheerfully says before taking a defensive stand, keeping you behind her as a protector would. "Haven't you ever heard of stranger danger, silly?"

"Well, have you, young lad?" - you put your hands in your waist, now that you're closer you feel the stronger pull of youth coming from pigtails. They are definitely a briliant being,the pryo inside them ravages like a beast and yet, the smell of your natural perfume clings to them. Death is a part of their nature...however, life shines through them? What the Celestial f*ck?...

"fast comeback, but oh! So unoriginal, odd stranger, I'm not the one looking like a step away from passing beyond the veil, you better take better care of your healthy," - she spares a second to lightly pat your cheek while giving you a big smile, almost makes you feel like you are the youngester here. - "Or not! But before going down remember to appoint wangshu funeral parlor for the service!" - she winks before looking ahead once again. Straightening her back and readjusting her hold on the spear.

Wangshu funeral parlor?...OH!! How could you forget your little helpers of Liyue? There isn't many people that admire your job like that family do!Ah! This must be the 77° now, Tao or something, carrying your message of harmony....wait a minute....wait a damn minute!

"Hey! What are you insinuating?! I'm stronger and healthier than you!" - looking a step away from passing?! Your human body is fine!

She is silent for a second, before slowly turning her head.

She surveys your apparence, head to toe, though It feels almost like she is just doing this to entertain you... "Sure" - a pitiful smile graces her face.

...

The audacity of this girl!! Uhhhgg!!

The earth quakes, loud sounds of machinery clicking and clacking, starting an engine that should've settled long ago. Also completelly silencing your 'Uhg!', which, 'wow, okay' , couldn't It come when you weren't expressing How infuriating this girl was in a very human like manner?! If you can't use the human sounds to express yourself in their grunting language than why did you even learn in the first place?!

The robot rises and in heavy footsteps approaches you two. So the soul is a fighter after all, If only It didn't want to fight you...

Before you can sight in exasperation, Tao dissapear in a flash of pyro butterflies, going direct to the thing's head. Being sincere, you would be more annoyed at the way people interrupt you in one of the few chances you have to show how much you learnt of the grunting art If not for how fierce the butterflies attack the giant, before the teen appears to give it some taste of her spear.

Haha, you have seen butterflies drink the blood of corpses, but this was another level! You can only stare!

This girl had some spunk! Or...anger issues, but whatever! This was a great fight and If she won, your job would be done! A wounded pride can do wonders to one of your children when trowning tantrums about not wanting to join you.

You sit back, a smile tugs your lips, that is until she purposely stops. Just stops, staring the robot as If a giant fist isn't heading straight to her stomach!

And straight into It goes, you can't even approache before she is flung to your feet! You swear you hear a sick clack of breaking bones.

The giant jumps and, as impressive as It is to see that the sack of heavy machinery can actually jump and pretty high at that, you know is planning to use your skulls as landing marks. You are death, but you aren't a masochist!

You catch the girl by the armpits and drags her back. The thing lands - right in front of you two. -, dust rises. Okay, this is It, this naughty child has had it's fun, but is time to settle down now.

You embrace the girl with one of your arms - is time to protect her as she tried to do to you, also show you aren't at death's door! That doesn't even make sense, what door? And How would you be at your own door knocking?! - and raises an arm to the things leg. Touching it's knee, you feel it's essence being sucked into your palm, you look at it's eye - red laser pointing diretcly at your chest, the missils almost ready to fly no doubt- , still you try to put some comfort through your eyes to your child, "Is time to go-

A hellfire explodes in your arm, ironically, is not the arm touching the robot, no, is the one holding the girl. A ghost, butterflies, all engulfed in pryo, embers so high and bright and so, so hot!You let go, your body flings Itself away. Letting go of both the mechanical body as the human you were holding.

And yet, for as far as you went in your desperation and pain, an enourmous fist comes crashing into your side - the one who isn't on fire, as If the peeling skin isn't enough. Stars explodes behind your eyes, burning pain erupts everywhere - even your brain seems to be boiling. Hearing a girlish shout as the last thing echoing in your ears, you once again faint to an extreme amount of pain since your first day of being human. How long did you last since then?

At least, this time, your ears didn't pop ...

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Well, this is It for now. The idea started with something, but It just ran wild to where It wanted to go. Please, warn me If something is odd...english isn't my first language and If someone wants to be a beta reader It would be cool too.

Anyway, I am a very slow writer, my determination goes all over the place and my inspiration often decides to take vacations on me, so...enjoy the thing I could squeeze out of the juices my brain been marinating. I hope you guys like! Next chapter I'm sure we will be meeting Qiqi and Baizhu!

Good day my lovelies, remember to drink water, Granny loves y'll!!