#genshin osial

[squiddy-god]

A Lonely Night

(osial x reader pt1)

Re-upload from terminated account squid-god-supreme, this is another older one that I wrote when I first started playing engine, which was shortly after the game's release so here is an osial x reader

CW : osial, almost drowning, he's written more in a yandere-ish way, gn! Reader (I think it's been awhile) not proofread we die like men.

You often gazed at the sea, looking out at the crashing waves against liyue rocks, years of water making grooves in the stone. Even on days where no sailor set out from the harbor and the winds whipped with raging waters, when the sea's deep waters swirled and cried out in rage, you could be found on the sandy shores soaked in rain. 

Foolish and crazy they called you; You who sought peace in the abode of fallen gods, who traveled to the silence of Guyun stone forest, the slanted mountains not imposing and ominous as they should have been, but rather welcoming as your boat sailed between them. It was often that you spent time in the stone forest, the sounds of gentle waves the only company you needed while you scaled mountains and explored the shells of adepti long fallen. You only chuckled as you packed your bags once again, wicker basket empty and satchel packed with what you’d need for the day, your mothers face held worry as she once again watched you pack. One would think she wouldn't worry with how many trips you'd made to the mountains of the stone forest but still she worried every time. 

“Don't worry, i'll be back soon! The skies are clear and ill be careful mother” she shook her head, there was really no stopping you, already in the boat and setting out. “Alright dear, but please hurry home!” she called as you rowed away.

The towering mountains blocked the beating sun as you whent to your usual fishing spot. Around bends and under the stone arches. You always found it odd how birds don't nest in the crevices of warm stone, avoiding this place like the plague.but it was peaceful when eagles didn't caw and squawk at fish, scaring them away from your hook and real. You cast your line, the breeze rustling your clothes and carrying the smell of salt along the air. Once you felt a tug on your line you pulled back, silver scaled fish jumping from the watter and into your small boat.

This went on for some time, casting and pulling your line till your once empty basket was full of fish. The sun has risen to noon as it casts daunting shadows over the shifting sea. “Guess it's time to head back to shore for a bit” you mutter to yourself, deciding to spend a while longer at Guyun’s shores. Rowing back didn't take long, tugging your boat just far enough ontoshore to stay put while you rested. You hoped out of the boat and winced as your bare feet touched the hot sand, but none the less you made your way over to a small tree that grew from a crack in the mountain. You let out a small sigh as you leaned back in the shade, eyes darting across the sand as crabs scurried across it. 

The sound of waves lulled you to sleep, eyes sliping shut for a quick nap. That was a mistake, by the time you had awoken the sun had long set, night to pitch black and inky to safely return home. “I hope she doesn't worry too much,” you said, quickly running under the large stone overpass to stay the night. Despite your many trips this was the first time you had spent the night here, your mother always worried about you to let you stay. Lighting a match you kindled a small fire to keep warm and then once again drifted off to sleep. 

Your eyes closed and your mind drifted off, time passing you by before you felt a sharp pain. Your lungs burned with every breath and you felt the air change. The tensen thick as malice filled your being. Roars and screeches sounded in the air as you realized they were your own, you felt another sharp pain as your body lurched into the ocean, dragged down and pinned to the bottom by a heavy stone spear.  When you writhed and fought you felt another and another- 

You woke up coughing, your lungs on fire and you looked around with frantic eyes. They were blown wide as you tried to calm down, body sore from seemingly nothing. A strange noise grasped your attention, like a muffled voice with angered words drowned out by the sea. You stood up and trudge forward, following the sound of the noise out to the shore. A strange man sat in the sand, long hair sprawled against the sand. In the tired state you were in you didn't notice how moonlike seemed to filter threw his hair as if it were water. 

“Are you...alright?” you asked, a safe distance away when you saw him turn around; maybe it was a trick of the moon but you swore his eyes were glowing blue. He didn't say a word, and you walked closer, air changing as if storms were on their way. 

He was puzzled, too puzzled to speak. Such a foolish mortal to approach a god- but did you even know?  Had it really been so long that liuye has forgotten the raging tides and rapids that once plagued them? Ridiculous was the notion yet here you sat besides him, your unspoken presence not unwelcome after years of solitude. 

“It's nice out here, you can even see the stars in the water” he couldn't help but chuckle at your attempt at small talk, for a second almost forgetting his ancient grudge. “Yes, the ocean holds many wonders, the stars are no different” his voice was slightly coarse as he spoke. “Haha that reminds me of old legends,” you sigh “they say that deep beneath the rapid water, where no light shines, a glowing castle lays full of shells and pearls, but that's become no more than a legend” laughing you scratched your neck as if embarrassed by the childish tales. Of course he has heard of this before, how could he not when it was his legend? Yet something compelled him, “what else do they say of it?” he inquired. “Well- they say it's guarded by a monster!” you said raising your hands to look more threatening “a huge sea monster as old as rex lapis who makes the watters rage! The abode of osial” you laugh as you finish your dramatic tale. 

“And what if it's real?” you looked at him with wide eyes and looked back to the ocean. “I'd go there of course! Bygone gods slumber, the oceans no longer rage with the force of gods, if that was a real place then i'd find it one day” you said, a wistful look in your (e/c) eyes. 

As time passed and you talked with the odd man your eyes slipped shut, head lightly hitting the sand as you once again drifted off to sleep. Missing the sound of your voice he looked over and chuckled at your sleeping form, hooking an arm under your legs and back before standing. He laid you down in your boat before pushing it and letting the tide take it into the water. He walked besides your boat, guiding it along as you slept soundly to the rhythm of the waves. Pulling the boat onto the shore of liyue he grimaced. He'd long forgotten this place and the blood that was shed here.

The first being to keep him company in well over two thousand years, a shame he had to let you go so easily. “Although” he thought, looking over to you. “Perhaps I don't”

[filkassan]

has redrawn my Osial

[adventuresinteyvat]

Happy Valentine’s Day from (some of) the AiT cast!

[saccharinerose]

Made some updated references for my Beisht and Osial human form designs

[theguyinthemathexamples]

The Weekly Bosses React To You Coming Out To Them

(ft. Osial & Beisht 😻😻)

YOU'RE GAY?!?!?!?!?! 😧

Shouki no Kami

You're gay. 😐

Beisht, La Signora, Magatsu Mitake Narukami no Mikoto

You're one of them queers? 👴

Dvalin, Osial, Andrius, Azhdaha

You're girlie pop 💅

Beisht, Childe

AURF. 👹

Azhdaha

[logicaltips]

Jealously towards the unblessed

Imagine the emotional whiplash your acolytes feel when the Creator finally arrives at Teyvat, but instead of taking time to meet them, the Creator immediately heads out to give some closure for the various NPCs.

For Teppei, the yakshas, and other dead characters, the Creator immediately makes contact with them in the afterlife, maybe bring them back as spirits temporarily so they can have some closure with their friends. I can see Xiao being very happy over this.

For Osial, the Creator will definitely have a private chat with him about Liyue to get him to let go of his hate.

As for Zhiqiong and Katarina, you can totally bet that the Creator is booking it straight to the Chasm to get her out ASAP; whether or not she's alive. I feel like Keqing is a bit proud that the Creator cares so much even for non-vision holders.

For everyone else though, they're jealous af. Those characters never assisted the Creator in battle, so what was it about them that resonated with the Creator so much?

[noxsangonomiya]

If I wrote a Zhongchi fanfic where Childe and Osial accidentally created a kid when their energies merged, and are now co-parenting, and they’re both super chill about it but Zhongli and the adepti are confused and have no idea what to do….

Would you read it?

[elentari-celestaire]

✧unyielding pillar, fleeting mist✧

ii. blooming mist-flower amongst golden peaks and azure sea.

[ previous ll masterlist ll next ]

pairing: morax x f!reader, osial x f!reader

synopsis: a story of a human female from Earth, who was thrown into the world of Teyvat during one of its most dangerous era. despite being bestowed with a power far stronger than any Teyvat mortal could wield, y/n decided to use her gift of mist to hide away from the burning and bloodied war-filled world. but, what will she do when Morax, the warrior god, one of the seven victors of the archon war and future geo archon waltzed into her mist-concealed island, that she had hidden away from the inhabitants of Teyvat for decades?

author’s note: or u can call this the chapter y/n almost die from constantly being breathless. this is kinda rushed since I’ve been sick and busy the past week. tbh this chapter is mostly just y/n being on a roller coaster of emotions the whole time. also, i apologise that my writing isn’t as well written as other writers though i’m hoping with time and practice i’ll improve. i hope you’ll enjoy this. 

When those glowing molten ambers focused on her, y/n felt as if she had forgotten how to breathe. Fortunately for her, her brain remembered how to.

As her chest heaved to compensate the prior lack of oxygen, the unsettling feeling from before dug deeper within her. Those golden hues brought her back to the very first time she had laid eyes on them, many decades ago.

His history as the feared god of war was something she was well aware of. Yet, even knowing that, she could not help but feel intimidated — wanting to shrink and hide away like she had always done.

And so, ran away she did.

Taking in a deep breath, y/n turned to the young man next to her, breaking eye contact from those golden ambers.

“Hirotaka, tell Seiran to serve the two outsiders tea and to treat them with the utmost respect,” she spoke with the calmest voice she could muster.

The young man next to her, whose name was Hirotaka was surprised for a moment before hastily responding, “yes, my lady…” His eyes glancing towards the direction of Seiran and the two outsiders. “But, my lady, shouldn’t you -”

Not giving the male a chance to continue, the divine priestess exclaimed, “I just remembered that I have some urgent matters to attend to!! There is nothing on this island so, they will probably get bored soon and be on their wa-”

Y/n paused mid-sentence when she noticed Hirotaka, whose eyes were wide and his form trembling at a presence behind her.

“Taka?” her brows furrowed in worry, which then turned into a look of dread as a shadow loomed over her.

“Found you.”

E/c hues widened at the sound of the familiar baritone voice yet, the lack of gentleness that she was accustomed to made her heart ached.

Even after decades having not heard the future geo archon’s voice since she arrived in Teyvat, his voice never fails to make her weak — turning her legs into jelly. Speaking of jelly, she really could use one at that moment.

‘Think, Y/n! Think!’ snapping her thoughts away from the dessert, the divine priestess mentally screamed at herself, her body slightly shaking as she willed herself to find for the best course of action.

Her anxious thoughts were cut short when she felt her wrist being grabbed, eliciting a high-pitch squeal from her lips.

“Are you going to run away again, mist flower?”

“W-what?! No!! I wasn’t inten-”

As y/n’s worried mind was trying to comprehend whatever that had transpired, she unconsciously turned towards the owner of those hands — those very hands decorated with geo markings that she had only admired seen through images or the game.

“Did you just called me mist flow-”

The divine priestess inhaled sharply as her e/c eyes travelled upwards to meet golden ambers. He had removed his hood, exposing his umber locks, his low ponytail swinging in the chilly breeze.

Y/n let out a breath she had not realized she had been holding. He looked exactly the same as he had been that many decades ago — intimidating but still, breathtakingly beautiful.

The staring contest moment between the Lord of Geo and y/n was cut short when Seiran came running towards the divine priestess — worry etched on the younger priestess’ features, and trailing after her was the other outsider, his long azure tresses flowing behind him.

Y/n’s eyes widened as she moved her gaze from the god towering over her to the blue-haired male, who had just arrived at the scene — his bright cerulean hues assessing the situation — seemingly asking for an answer as to why the god of war was holding on to the divine priestess’ wrist.

“Morax. What are you doing?”

Slightly irked at being interrupted, the younger god in question grumbled, “I merely spoke to her…Osial.”

“Do you grab everyone's wrist when you speak to them…Morax?”

Morax glared at the older god, like a child caught red-handed, before letting go of the divine priestess' wrist. But, y/n was too distracted by a certain name that she had just heard to notice the lack of pressure on her wrist.

“What?!”

The sudden outburst from the divine priestess took everyone by surprise, even the two gods standing in front of her. “Osial?! Even the Lord of Vortex is here?!”

For a moment, y/n swore there was a deadly glint in those crystal blue eyes when they met hers. Slightly parted lips turned upwards into a faint smirk.

‘Why is he smirking?’ cue the start of another mental breakdown for y/n. She was aware of Morax’s personality based on what she had read. But, Osial? The only thing she knew about the Lord of Vortex was that he’s a huge hydra-looking sea creature that got speared by Morax and then, stoned by the jade chamber centuries later.

Never would she have thought that she would meet Osial. At least, not expecting to see him in human form — a very good-looking form at that. At first, it was the Lord of Geo, now with Osial as well. She just wanted to scream from how beautiful these two gods are, but she had to maintain her dignity in front of her people.

“Oh?” the azure-haired god hummed as he held his chin in his fingers — the smirk still plastered on his lips. ”It seems our host knows who i am?” he continued, his voice a mixture of curiosity and amusement as he side-glanced the younger god next to him before returning his gaze towards y/n.

Both of their attentions were then focused on y/n and solely on her — Osial’s expression was one of interest while Morax’s demanded answers.

“And yet, we know nothing of you or your island, divine priestess y/n.”

‘Heart, please stay strong,’ y/n pleaded internally, having long given up on praying to any gods.

[originalgenshinscenarios]

Greetings you little mashocist! Have some more pain

I humbly request headcanons of Orobashi, Zhongli and Osial. In where you, their human lover asks, what they'll do when you'll die?

You're mortal, so one day you will perish, leaving them alone.

Much love, ash anon <3

You just get me. That's the angst I fucking want!!

Also hope you like my version of Osial~

Orobashi, Zhongli and Osial reacting to their human asking what will they do when they die

Reader here is gender neutral

Orobashi

It wasn't like he wasn't prepared for this question to come up, but he was surprised by it regardless.

He didn't wanted to worry about it too soon, but at the same time you did deserve a proper answer.

"There isn't much I could do... I definitely would cherish everything we had and be there for you untill your last breath... But as for what would happen next... I'm not yet sure"

It would take him a long time to get used to you not being around. He could only imagine how many times he'd forget that you've died only to be brought back to harsh reality.

Because with time to him all of it will seem like a dream that ended with a nightmare.

Zhongli

Although he's hiding among the mortals and his days as Rex Lapis are over, he still had a long life ahead of him... One that would surely outlive you if he doesn't fall due to different circumstances than age.

It took him some time to confess to you that he isn't mortal. Mainly because he just doesn't talk about it left and right. But when you ask him the question he doesn't even hesitate to answer.

"I'll carry you in my heart and memories until the day that I die" he spoke bluntly but you could feel the determination within.

It was the truth after all. He would cherish every moment he has with you. He'd basically use the time he has with you the best way he can. After your passing he'd just remember the times he had. Perhaps often ask himself "what would happen if you were here" too.

Osial

He was prepared for the fact that your life is fragile and may end any day. Still just the idea of losing you was making him mad.

So when you asked him what would he do after your death he almost scolded you.

"Don't even bring up such a grim scenario. I'll deal with it once I will have to face it" to him situation was simple. He has you here and when something takes you away there will be hell to pay.

There just was no telling what he'd do as he griefs your death... Your death might end up being not only a catastrophe for him but be correlated to a different one...

~Mod Lisa

[shadowcatzone]

Theres probably a dragon hierarchy in genshin, right?

Like, starting at the obvious rex lapis = divine dragon, pseudodragons somewhere in the middle, salamanders at the bottom???

Any other named dragon is probably somewhere in between divine and pseudo, like azhdaha and dvalin.

Osial is a sea serpent which is basically a snake which is basically a salamander and therefore at the very bottom of the list. According to zhongli, probably.

[squiddy-god]

A Stormy Night

(osial pt 2)

Hiiii I really appreciate all the support I've gotten as I try to restore my blog after being terminated without reason, remember I am always willing to chat and interact even if I'm not doing request right now!

CW : yan! Osial, my ass is not fallowing cannon. kidnapping. Almost drowning

Waking up you stretched your tired limbs, the sun beating down on you as you looked around confused. “How am i…?” your voice trailed off as you pondered how you had gotten home. Was it just a dream? The odd man you met by the sore side and the awful dreams? Was it all imagined? It must have been, how else would you have gotten home with no memory of setting sail under the stars.

Taking your wicker basket you entered your house, mother immediately looking at you with frantic worried eyes. “y/n! Where were you! I was worried sick!” you tried to speak but she only continued “oh i knew letting you off to that awful place was a mistake, please don't go there again dear, what if you had gotten caught up in a storm?” she said as she looked you over for injuries. You only sighed, knowing it better than to argue. “Alright alright, I won't go for a while” she seemed to take that answer and did not persist further. 

Glowing eyes peered out from depths below, leering and watching the calm surface of the water. Really what was stopping him from taking you? “How unfortunate would it be” he thought to himself “if those mortals more foolish than mine were to believe their life was taken by the sea?” in his mind it would be easy to simply take you for his own, to no longer feel the burning anger that came with the sea's loneliness. yet such a chance never came to him, for days the moon passed the sun and night turned to dark. You were nowhere to be found however, feet not touching the hot sand of Guyun any longer. 

It drove him mad, failure loneliness clouding his eyes. Yet he refused it, he refused to let you slip so easily through his fingers, not after you had taken that dark loneliness. He yelled to no one particular, shimmering halls long empty of the adepti once loyal to the sea god. His anger boiled and swarmed in the deep waters where ruined ships now lay eternally. He had tried to not act so impulsively, but his patience had long run thin and snapped away. 

The sun set as skys were painted in hues of pink and red, you began to finish what chores you needed to do by the shore when you heard it. The gentle call of a voice like crashing waves, it seemed to echo as you looked around before your eyes drifted back to the sea. A burning in your chest urged you closer as your eyes glazed over with a watery haze. The sand shifted as the boat drifted with the pull of the waves. 

Your fingertips drifted along the water's surface, ripples trailing behind as the boat drifted further and further while the unknown voice beckoned you with words long lost to the sea. Thunder and clouds swirl above and bring heavy rain and wind. Harsh waves rock your boat and bump you as you sit, still touching the water as it rages. 

As winds whipped and thrashed, dark skies with blocked out stars loomed overhead and thunder struck and crashed! Your hazy mind reeled the voice becoming drowned out in the noise of the harsh ocean. Lidded eyes shot open as cold water touched your skin, a scream silenced as quick as it came as you began to taste salt. Down was up and up was down as your lungs burned and your limbs tried to make way so your could surface, yet no progress you made as you where held under the crashing waves. Something sharp gripped your ankle as your thrashing became weaker and weaker. 

The only light was a blue hue, your eyes stung as the water clouded your vision, sight blurry as you tried to make out any shape you could- but no, only blue hasy lines swam around you in hury. Something akin to arms wrapped around you as your ankle was released, body far to spent to struggle as your eyes began to slip shut- glowing hues staring back at you.

Light flooded your eyes as you shot up to cough and sputter whatever seawater invaded your lungs. The room you were in was unfamiliar, lavish and bright, walls adorned with shells and coral. You panicked attempting to get out of the large bed when a hand pushed you back down. “Shhhh, get rest mortal, no harm will be attempted on you whilst you are here” he spoke, a strange smile was on his face and your eyes went wide in recognition. This was the odd man you had met on the beach, getting a better look at him in the light you noticed that he was quite unusual, the way his eyes seemed to almost glow, the sharpness of his teeth- like a shark as he smiled, or the way his long blue hair seemed to trail off into glowing serpent like bodies of water. 

Your heart raced as you released, scrambling back as far from him as you could go, eyes wide like a doe as fear swam in your (e/c) hues. “Ah, I see you’ve finally noticed,” he chuckled, his smile seeming more wicked. “Don't worry, i'm not going to eat you” he said, chomping his sharp teeth. 

Thoughts raced in your head, mostly about how stupid you where for not noticeing sooner, and for missing the signs. Osial on the other hand was ecstatic, he finally had his little human in his clutches with nowhere to run. It was exciting to the ancient god, the prospect of company-of not being alone again. “Speak human” you could only stare, shock still controlling your systems. He frowned but only sighed. Standing up “I suppose you're still in shock, afterall you did almost drown. Rest.” he said, voice firm and demanding.

Before he walked out of the room you spoke up, voice shaky and slightly horse. “W-why?” his head snapped back and his eyes lit up. “You are the first human to speak with me in well over two thousand years my dear, I've grown far to lonely ever since that wretched, pompous! AGGRAVATING!” the serpents that are the tips of his hair rose up and hissed, their translucent bodies glowing vibrantly as osial snarled. “That is why i took you, because you do not belong in a land ruled by morax “ the way he spit the name of rex lapis held so much venom it was almost suffocating. 

"Now rest mortal, lest you prefer sleeping with fishes"

[ingsquared]

OMAG (ancient god) it's a UFO

[pilakahiya]

🌱 For I am yours, and you are mine 🌱

Another bday gift for my friend :D

(posted 8.29.2022)

[saccharinerose]

my blorbos

[theguyinthemathexamples]

Can't Swim = Can't Get Bitches

(ft. the archons and weekly bosses + Osial & Beisht 😻😻)

Kiddie Pool (exclusive)

Shouki no Kami, Barbatos, Buer

Adult Pool (exclusive)

Azhdaha, Morax, Beelzebub, Osial, Beisht, Childe, La Signora, Magatsu Mitake Narukami no Mikoto, Apep

Would Help Unload The Vehicle

Osial, Morax, Azhdaha, Apep, Childe

Cooking Duty

Morax, Beisht, Childe, La Signora, Buer

Tries To Cook (Fails Miserably, Got Scolded Afterwards)

Beelzebub, Magatsu Mitake Narukami no Mikoto

Brought The Floaties (+ Goggles)

Childe

Makes Fun Of Kiddie Pool Exclusives (minus Buer)

Childe, La Signora

Tries to Prove Themselves By Going In The Adult Pool

Shouki no Kami, Barbatos

Nearly Drowns

Morax, Shouki no Kami, Barbatos

Accidentally Makes Dendro Seeds While Swimming

Buer, Apep

Would Help Load Stuff Back

Morax, Azhdaha, Apep, Childe, Shouki no Kami (was forced), Buer (tries, actually does it), Beelzebub, Magatsu Mitake Narukami no Mikoto

Slept The Way Back

Barbatos, Buer, Beisht, La Signora, Beelzebub

Got Muscle Cramps

Buer, Beisht, Azhdaha, Morax (, Me)

C/N: Just got back from a swimming trip, had loads of fun but got incredible muscle cramps after, the entire trip is blurry in my mind by now

Currently writing this after a nap when we got back, said nap lasted for 5 hours, got this idea when i was eating chips after karaoke

[nihilityuniverse]

𝟎𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 | 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐱 𝐅𝐄𝐌! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ 𝗦𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁 𝗖𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿 ᴏꜰ ᴛᴇʏᴠᴀᴛ 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗙𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗕𝗼𝘀𝘀.

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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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Story inspired by Acheron's Lore, Power, and Personality...

ENG is not my First language

I do not own Genshin Impact or any of the pictures used.

Do NOT Repost

Story is also available on Wattpad: Chapter 0 | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6

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Chapter 0 | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 5

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒

𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭'𝐬 𝐒𝐤𝐲

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You drift into sleep, and the chaos begins. Memories swirl around you, fragmented and hazy, flashing too quickly for you to grasp. 

Voices echo, overlapping and fading before you can understand them.

"...May the present life shine like gold."

"Further Killing is meaningless."

"...But their death must mean something."

"Death is not the end of life... We will redefine humanity itself."

"...But we all know this world is beyond saving."

"... Despite that, we must become heroes."

You try to focus, but the images shift and blur. Faces you should recognize merge into each other. You hear different voices, yet you are unable to concentrate while the flashing images cross your mind.

A memory flickers: a pink-haired elf in a white dress. This time it's a bit clearer.

You hold her in your arms, blood pouring out of her chest. Her eyes are sad, yet filled with an unspoken warmth. She caresses your cheek, her touch gentle despite her pain. She says something, her lips moving slowly, but the words are lost to you. Then the scene shifts abruptly, the memory distorting.

You find yourself facing a long blue-haired man with piercing blue eyes. He looks at you with intensity, his expression serious. "Y/N, promise me you never forget...-" The memory distorts again, the edges blurring, "...love you."

The images speed up, a kaleidoscope of moments you can't hold on to. They slip through your fingers like sand, leaving only the faintest impressions.

You jolted awake, sitting upright in bed, drenched in cold sweat. Your hand clutched your rapidly beating heart as you gasped for breath. An overwhelming sadness gripped you, manifesting in uncontrollable tears streaming down your face. You let the tears fall freely, unable to stem the tide of emotion.

Confusion clouded your thoughts as fragments of your memories resurfaced, each piece as elusive as mist. You climbed out of bed and paced the room, trying to shake the disorienting sensation. You halted in front of the mirror, compelled to confront your reflection.

Staring back at you were eyes that seemed hollow, devoid of any spark of life, like a puppet's vacant gaze. Your cheeks glistened with the remnants of dried tears, evidence of your inexplicable sorrow.

As you blinked, your reflection shifted.

The reflection showed you with white hair and golden horns. One horn was half-shattered, the broken end dissolving into a sparkling golden mist.

You reached out to touch the mirror, your fingers trembling as they met the cold glass. The reflection stared back with a haunting emptiness that mirrored the void you felt within.

"My MANTIS form? Is this an illusion?" you whispered, barely audible, to yourself.

In the mirror, your reflection stood differently. It wore a white kimono, stained with blood and dirt, its eyes glowing a piercing gold. The reflection seemed more alive than ever, staring back at you with an intensity that made your breath catch.

"Find me,"

The reflection's voice echoed, soft yet commanding, as it leaned closer to the glass.

"Your end... my origin."

Suddenly, the mirror's surface cracked, spiderwebbing outward from where your reflection's hand had pressed against the glass. Startled, you stepped back, eyes wide with disbelief. The reflection flickered and then returned to your current self, leaving only the shattered fragments of glass to catch and distort your image.

You stared at the broken mirror, your face reflected back in jagged pieces, each shard a fragment of a whole that felt lost to you. The encounter left you shaken, the echo of the reflection's voice lingering in your mind.

You draped your coat over your nightgown, pulling it tightly around yourself, and stepped out into the cold night.

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Your heels clicked rhythmically against the cobblestone streets, resonating through the stillness of the night. The air was crisp and biting, carrying the faint scent of the sea.

The moon cast a pale glow over the empty streets, its silver light the only illumination as the city slumbered. You wandered aimlessly, unable to shake the unsettling dream that had stirred your memories.

As you rounded a corner, lost in thought, you nearly collided with someone.

"Sorry!..." A blonde traveler exclaimed, trailing off as his eyes met yours. His expression shifted from apology to shock, and he instinctively took a step back.

You sighed, crossing your arms to ward off the chill. "I'm not going to eat you," you said with a hint of sarcasm. "Couldn't sleep either?"

Aether looked alarmed but quickly relaxed, sensing no threat from you. "I had a nightmare..." he admitted, leaving out the detail that the nightmare involved you.

"A nightmare, hm?" you mused, walking past him and stopping at his side. "The more that weighs on your mind, the more your fears turn into dreamscapes."

Aether glanced at you but remained silent. There was something about you that felt familiar, a sense that beneath your icy exterior lay untold stories. Perhaps, he thought, you had a complex history with Zhongli.

"And you?" he ventured.

You didn't answer directly. Instead, you offered, "Walk with me. Let's forget our problems for a while." You began to walk, your pace slow and deliberate.

Aether hesitated for a moment before falling into step beside you. The two of you strolled through the quiet streets of Liyue Harbor, the silence around you amplifying the noise in your minds. The city's usual bustle was absent, replaced by a serene, almost eerie stillness.

"What a quiet night..." you murmured, your voice soft in the tranquil air. "They say the quieter things are around you, the louder they are in your head. It's true, isn't it?"

You didn't look back at Aether, but you could feel his presence beside you, a silent companion in this nocturnal journey. He nodded in agreement, the sound barely audible.

You halted at the edge of the harbor, where the cold sea breeze caressed your face, carrying with it the scent of salt and the distant, rhythmic murmur of waves.

You clutched your coat tighter around your body, the thin nightgown beneath providing little warmth. The soft rustling of the ocean's surface reminded you of him, a memory as elusive as the shifting tides.

The traveler, Aether, watched you quietly. The moonlight reflecting off the water cast a gentle glow on your face, accentuating your mysterious allure.

To him, you were an enigma. His only encounter with you had been during that tense moment with Zhongli, where you had seemed intimidating. Yet now, in this peaceful setting, you appeared more contemplative and perhaps even kind. He realized he knew almost nothing about you, not even your name.

"Who are you?" he asked, his voice curious but respectful.

You turned to meet his gaze, but before you could respond, the sound of approaching footsteps interrupted the moment.

"Oh? Out for a midnight stroll, are we?"

Childe's voice cut through the night, dripping with suspicion. He approached, eyes narrowed at you.

"Up to no good, perhaps?" His tone was accusatory, a familiar annoyance that you felt in your bones.

You barely knew him, only having seen him briefly at the funeral, yet he seemed to harbor a baseless animosity towards you.

"We're just walking," you replied coolly, meeting his gaze with a calm, unyielding stare. "Neither of us could sleep. There's no need for your baseless accusations."

Aether turned to Childe, sensing the tension. "Childe? What are you doing here?"

Childe's expression shifted slightly as he acknowledged Aether. "Ah, the famous traveler," he remarked, his voice tinged with a mock cheerfulness. "I see you've found your way to her." He glanced back at you with a passive-aggressive look, a mix of irritation and something unreadable.

Aether glanced at you, seeking an explanation, then back at Childe, expecting answers.

"She hasn't told you?" Childe raised an eyebrow, a sly smile playing on his lips. "She's quite infamous among us, actually," he began, his tone laced with amusement.

"Us... Are you one of the Harbingers?" Aether's eyes widened, his body tensing.

The quiet harbor was momentarily disrupted by the rippling tension between you and Childe.

You crossed your arms, your gaze steely. "Childe," your voice was sharp, cutting through the crisp night air like a blade. "Her Royal Majesty sent a personal letter apologizing for your... behavior. I strongly advise you to keep your mouth shut."

Childe's smile widened, a spark of excitement dancing in his eyes. "Or what? You wanna to fight?" He stepped closer, eager for confrontation.

Aether glanced nervously between you and Childe, feeling the intensity of the moment.

Then, in an instant, a Hydro dagger materialized in Childe's hand. With a wild laugh, he lunged at you, his speed blurring as he closed the distance.

The blade aimed for your throat with lethal precision, but before it could touch you, your hand shot up, clamping around his wrist with an iron grip.

In the blink of an eye, you delivered a flurry of punches to his face, each strike landing with brutal efficiency. The world seemed to slow down as you pounded him with lightning-fast blows.

As he reeled from the onslaught, you released his wrist, spinning gracefully before delivering a powerful kick to his abdomen. The impact sent Childe flying, crashing through the air and landing hard against a row of trash cans with a thunderous clatter.

The entire sequence happened in a mere heartbeat. The force of your actions left Aether stunned, the air thick with the intensity of the moment.

He stood in stunned disbelief. One moment, Childe had lunged at you, and in the next, he was sprawled across a pile of trash cans, thoroughly beaten. Had it all happened in the blink of an eye? He turned his gaze to you, realizing with a shiver that you were capable of much more than he had imagined.

"Don't worry, he won't bother us anymore," you said calmly, turning towards Aether, completely composed.

"I doubt he will ever..." Aether muttered, noticing your unruffled demeanor. It was as if the scuffle hadn't even phased you; you weren't even out of breath.

"About your question from before," you continued, meeting his eyes, "I am part of the Fatui and one of the Harbingers. My code-name is Innamorati."

Strangely, Aether didn't feel the usual wariness that came with meeting a Harbinger. Instead, there was a peculiar sense of ease, a feeling that it was better to be on your good side.

"Innamorati... I've never heard that code name before," Aether said, curiosity piqued. "And what about your actual name?"

You sighed, crossing your arms. "You might forget it, so you can call me whatever you like. But my real name is Y/N."

Aether blinked, taken aback. "It's... a beautiful name." He blurted out, then blushed slightly. "I mean... you have the same name as the unknown lady in the story."

You tilted your head, puzzled. "Unknown lady? What story are you talking about?"

Aether suddenly realized his slip. The tale he referred to only mentioned Morax and his two lovers, Guizhong and an unnamed woman, without ever revealing her identity.

"Uh... it's a story about Morax, the Geo Archon, and his two lovers, Guizhong and... um, Y/N, the unknown lady. It also involves Osial being jealous," he explained quickly.

At the mention of Osial, your eyes widened as a memory surfaced, a fragment of a dream featuring a blue-haired man with striking blue eyes. You turned towards the ocean, a sad expression clouding your features.

"Are you alright?" Aether asked, concern evident in his voice.

"It's nothing. I just... have a bad memory. The name Osial... I knew him well... or used to," you murmured. "But I'd rather not talk about it right now."

Aether, both surprised and curious about you, realized it was time to part ways as the night was nearing its end. "If you'd like to hear more about the story, we can meet up tomorrow. And..., good night," he said, a shy smile accompanied by a faint blush on his cheeks.

You were momentarily taken aback, your expression softening. "Thank you."

Then, with a thoughtful pause, you looked him in the eye. "Before you go, may I make a request?" Your tone was serious.

"It may seem strange, perhaps even rude, but I must ask..."

"...Have we met somewhere before?"

The question hung in the air, and Aether's eyes widened in surprise.

After a moment's thought, Aether responded, "Perhaps we have."

A small, knowing chuckle escaped your lips. "My memories often fail me..." you murmured. Stepping closer, you leaned in to whisper in his ear, your breath warm against his skin, "Return safely whence you came... Because a particular Yaksha is following us." You glanced around subtly. "If you feel unsafe, you can follow me."

Aether's eyes widened further, immediately thinking of Xiao. "I'm okay, I know this Yaksha," he whispered back, attempting to reassure you. You gave a slight nod, acknowledging his words.

With a final exchange of goodbyes, you turned and headed back to the hotel Pantalone had reserved entirely for your stay. As you walked away, you remained vigilant, aware of the green-haired Yaksha's presence in the shadows, watching your every move.

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