#good laughing for longest time I know mihoyo

[hungnitan]

Holy sh*t HaiKaveh feels like chaotic version of Thomato 🤣🤣🤣

I really can't wait to play Haitham story quest !

[honeybeanboo]

Hello! I’m a big fan of your work! It’s really comforting to read since I too struggle with an eating disorder. If you don’t do requests feel free to ignore this ^^ but could you maybe write a one shot where Bennet pushes himself in his ED as a punishment and because he wants to feel like he’s good enough at something and Fischl and Razor both confront him about his behaviour? Once again if not that’s okay ^^ (also do you consider ever writing ED headcanons for the girlies of genshin too?)

why hello love :D i don’t normally do requests because i’ve never gotten one!! this is actually very perfect timing because i was coming back into tumblr and going to be active again ♥️♥️♥️ it means so much that you’ve read my writing /gen :]

i very much plan to do the girlies do not worry friend ^-^

here you go!

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𖨥 summary - bennett is driven to yet another long fast, frustrated and distraught. his friends aren’t as clueless as he believes them to be and they confront him about his habits

𖡻 DISCLAIMER: this work is not meant to promote, glorify or encourage disordered behavior. it is also not meant to be taken as canon. i am not associated with mihoyo (obviously) and this is again just a work of fiction :] read the triggers carefully! stay safe everyone and i love you all <3

𖥻 TRIGGER WARNINGS // disordered eating , fasting , nausea , dizziness , eating disorders , bruising , mental breakdowns

𖥻 CHARACTERS: bennett, fischl, razor

𖥻 WORD COUNT: 1193 words, 6518 characters

𖥻 TIME: 4 min 44 sec reading time, 9 min 10 sec speaking time

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"ah, not again! agh-" bennett cried, the slippery salmon falling out of his hands once again and into the river that had mysteriously moved closer and closer than he'd realized. it leapt above the water twice more, twisting in the evening light, taunting him before turning and escaping. he stood there barefoot, watching the fish disappear. another whole day wasted trying to catch some food to eat after his fishing rod had been snatched by a bird. and the day before that had been the same... and the one before...

his chest tightened even further and tears began to spill out of his eyes. the boy collapsed onto the river bank, drowning but not really because this was the longest he had gone without bringing something home to cook- not for himself, (barbatos knows he could go without) but for his dads and for razor.

oh razor. how badly bennett wished he ever deserved him. how badly he wished he could do something good for him, or anything good at all. it seemed to bennett that no matter what he tried to do, all it ever got him was another bruise, another cut, another day without food. the amount of time he spent thinking about food was ironic considering he barely ever had it himself. food was a privilege and he didn't deserve it. this unspeakable challenge of his was a dangerous one and a game he loved to play, but it was slowly killing him as much as he tried to deny it.

another? a splash echoed through the darkening trees and bennett looked up. no. just a archons forsaken hilichurl and it's club. waving it around in the air, it squawked and laughed at him, small and pathetic on the riverbank.

here we go again.

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bennett woke up with bruises. no shit, but still a bummer because he had to go looking for fish again. he was lightheaded and nauseous but that could be ignored. it hurt. no it didn't; it shouldn't. so he pressed on, skipping breakfast and nearly passing out on the stairs rushing downstairs and out into the streets. he hated it, really but it was the only thing he could rely on: the empty floaty feeling in his stomach and the things he did to control it. he gasped as a cart quickly came up in front of him and before he knew it, he had crashed and was bleeding on the ground.

"oh my god, are you okay?" the woman driving the cart rushed over to him but covered her mouth in horror at the blood and bruise blossoming across his leg. god it was selfish of him but he almost enjoyed seeing her face get paler and paler as her eyes scanned his body. he knew he was thin but he needed to be thinner. "ah- go to, gertie down the street honey, alright? she'll fix you right up and give you some food." and with that, she bustled off.

bennett continued on through the gates and across the bridge, out into the wild where he could relax. maybe he'd meet razor. he hoped so.

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he could go for longer.

it would be worth it in the end.

they'd finally be proud of him then

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mornings were a favorite of the unlucky boy, because he could start anew. dewdrops were his favorite smell despite how many hours he spent in the kitchen.

"hm, what would fischl like..?" he hummed to himself. was it an attempt to ignore the growing nausea and sharp pains in his belly? maybe. but would it make him happier? as happy as he could be, as sad as that may be.

"maybe some sausage and toast!" a smile lit up his face and he got to work. fifteen minutes and a burnt eyebrow later, bennett exited out the back door of the Good Hunter, hustling down towards the house where fischl stayed with lisa. she would like it, wouldn't she? she always would in her own odd way.

he knocked on the door.

"i'm on my way!" a muffled voice came from the other side and it was thrown open by a disgruntled fischl, her blonde hair messy and in pigtails. looking over her shoulder, bennett could spot a gray haired boy perched on a chair, hair half braided and looking equally disgruntled.

"hello! i brought breakfast for you!" he chirped, stretching out the tray of cooked sausages and pieces of toast. fischl grinned and pulled him inside.

"you are too kind, young bennett." she said and plucked a piece of toast from the platter. razor leapt off the chair and took a sausage as well, grunting in hello to his friend. "at present, razor and i were pondering the possbility of fetching you to this home for well..." she gestured to razor's half done hair. bennett nodded fondly. the braid was less visible than it had been when he had walked in; it was slightly blurry now. or was that just razor being blurry? everything began to go out of focus and bennett found himself dizzy.

"bennett?" razor growled in concern. fischl glanced toward him again and realized that he looked very pale.

"ah- sit down, please?"

he conceded, hands shaking as he put the tray down.

"have you been well, bennett?" she looked at him inquisitively. "you have been troubled lately, and if i may be so brash, very very unstable." bennett was hardly paying attention, too focused on a way to get out.

"bennett wants to eat?" razor sat down next to him and handed him the rest of the sausage. bennett shook his head, frowning. "eat." he looked away.

fischl knew. he had a feeling and didn't know what that would mean. all he wanted to do was be good at something for once in his life and they were going to take that away from him. it had been four days, he could be stronger than that.

"you must have something. you can not live on so little, you shall die." fischl said bluntly. she began to take in what bennett looked like, thin wrists and legs pressed close into his chest; eyes darting anxiously around the room.

"has bennett not been eating?" razor asked softly. bennett shrunk farther into himself. he shook his head slightly and looked at the floor. "bennett cannot starve. not good, bad for mind and body."

"why?" fischl's significantly softer voice took bennett by surprise and he looked up to see tears in her eyes and hands on her hips. "why have you not been eating properly? if another has been threatening your safety i will eliminate them without hesitation. tell me, why?"

"four days." he spoke. "i want to do a week. my bad luck can't make me eat but it can ruin everything else i do."

it was silent. until razor spoke again.

"bennett's luck is not bennett's fault. bennett can work and bennett can be amazing at things that bennett does but if bennett starves then doing anything is not easy. except for dying. dying is easy when bennett starves."

and he began to cry.